Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 25
11:47 Post Meridian on late Wednesday night, July 5, 2023-----OWC
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Today was another really major futhermucking goddessdog beyond super HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC NIGHTMARE ASS DAY 4 ME, the PPNLR-MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I won't hand these diseased rotten pricks a BOTBAR, but I wil B closing the day out and crashing into sleep vely vely non-McDowell-1972-Cooley HHH shortly, once this blog is posted up, and close my day on me' life chart system as a rounded up one and nine-sixteenths day, into a GL-MA-2-2. I've had worse times, but yessereybob world, and SS; I have HAVE HAD better days, oh U writers of loust rotten songs out there that R absolutely completely 100 percent 2020-year, MEANINGLESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was struck hard when I tried openng up one of my Open-Office-3.1 files at exactly 11:24 just under a half hour ago. The aireal f****** death siege has been extrmely bad all day long, an dis still ongoing as of nearly midnight, just like that recent day a week back or so that I know fully well that U remember, SS, and others reading this blog as well.
SHERIFF KEN MASCARA OF FLORIDA-USA's Saint Lucie County, I am under a really bad ass DOOZIE-WHOPPER of a dangerous and deadly OTAMMIC-WOMO-DEATH SIEGE ON THIS FIFTH JULY DAY HERE IN YOUR NIGHTMARE COUNTY, OH SIR, AND REQUEST SOME DAMN PROTECTION. These enemy SPACEFORCE pricks have also used their DEATH-HAVANA ELECTROMAGNETIC WEAPON 2 cause me some bad hear arythmia's and a general overall queasty feeling that they cause me off an don ever since they began doing this 2 me way back in late 1986 and into 1987, and almost killing me even as a younger person, way back then, especially once in the winter of 1988 while residing at 114 West Central Avenue, in Moorestown, NJUSAESMWG. I am going 2 exercise my religious freedom of speech rights now, allowed me as a legal United States citizen, by employing my MAGNESONIC DEVICE, a sort of combined, non-Silvia-STAR TREK middle 1960's Halloween episode show of science and magic, that Morianity and Mountainpen label and classify as combining electromagnetic energies with metaphysical unknown and well hidden truths of ancient times wisdoms, that have become long forgotten by the human race as of present times.
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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, and starting with their monster air attack of the morning of July 5, 2023, and worsening hour by hour on numerous fronts of assault against me, and is still ongoing and horrendous on this early following day of Thursday, July 6, 2023; including death health weaponry Havana attacks on my body, major death air siege; and major computer hacking, and that is all definitely a part of my problems with the PHILLIES-FLYERS-DOW JONES STOCK MARKET ASSAULT; and the related ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULT ON ME; THAT ALL BEGAN ON THE EXACT DATE OF THE MORNING OF 15 AUGUST, IN THE YEAR OF 1986; and on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on a CRUSH DESTRUCT-SINGE DESTRUCT-TOTAL DESTRUCT-DESTRUCT ORDER, with 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.
FBI; the illegal SPACEFORCE Black-Hat Hackers R at full strength again at just past midnight on this 6th of July Thursday date now; and this is an off the scale major persecution death attack all day long, and all because that goddessdog mother ******* DJIA-stock market, and just as B4, is doing that same thing that happened a week or so back, and when this assault on me then as well, was launched illegally against me, 2 bring those markets back; and completely illegally!!!!!!! I saw the mother ******* Haystack-Streaming news last trucking night, and I know what is happening here; so B braced 4 what my 'Maggie' is gonna' B doing 2 this disease, as the near future continues unfolding, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!! Yeppir SS, a repeat of exactly what just happened that caused me my last bad ass siege from this evil trucking goddessdog WOMO-MILLIONTH COUNCIL LAMBRIGGER CULT FROM HELL (DOGTOWN), and I've had 2 ducking ass endure their harassment now ever since damn August of 1986, and as I speak, a crash level plane is [practiucally taking the roof off of me' trailer, and nothing ever changes 4 trucking me, does it, YO? Sounds like I am right back 15 years or more ago at Mizz Jenny plageman's MULLICA MOBILE MANOR Trailer Park, on the Jewelly WHITE HORSE PIKE up in Hammonton-Mullica, NJUSAESMWG. So much 4 those great fantastic taunting and mocking newscasters in Philly, and my endless time warp, and my being trapped and stuck; HUH THERE MIZZ SCYLLA-CHAIN????? B4-I continue on here SS, my seemingly skipped L-B 4-U, the CHAPTER 21 L-B, is one and the same as my DYING DECLARATION 4 SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, and is Y the margin on the blog home page 4 viewers, seems 2 have this chapter skipped, only it most definitely was naught skipped; great and kind sir. This is a problem tha tI noticed when I first began blogging nearly 18 years ago back up in New Jersey. I would rather have duplicate double titles on my blogs, one on my office-document page itself and one on the BDC title page itself, rather than seeminly have skipped-titles, and head scratching viewers, AKA Blogaudians. SS; I am going 2 blow the mind of this person that U told me in your note from yesterday, that wishes 2 have me re-explain the zero dimensional reality of SCYLLA, and how it fits into a fantastic late-20th century movie, called “Lawn Mower Man-2”. U may or may naught B interested in this also SS, but if U do read what I now will write in here 4 your pal up there just ten blocks away from MACY's place in good ole' Manhattan; please as always, B sitting down, as it could indeed, should I have a dangerous HUUUUUUUUGE blogger following such as a celebrity would have; completely and utterly wipe out this planet's official religious structures and send this azlready chaotic messed up planet into quintessential disastrous anarchy practically overnight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE', Sir CF.
Scientists and quantum phycisists have been attempting 2 understand and learn the complexities behind mathematical calculations that continue 2 endlessly insist that 'SINGULARITY' is what is behind everything and all the formulas keep showing this truth, and only human huberis keeps denying what the math keeps insisting upon. Part of this is due egotistial huberis yes, but also, the surreal and non understandable mental confusion that arises, no matter how Einsteinian-smart anyone is, or could ever B, results because nobody ever made the leap, and EVEN AFTER COMPUTER TECHNOLOGY BEGAN COMING INTO THE MIX; that this zero dimensional singularity phenominon, is nothing other than the resulting or 'down-lining' of an 'upline' type of programming system, such as what we currently relate 2 here and now as a COMPUTER-PROGRAM, or said extremely perochially I suppose, when the great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, in an upline world, using her computer advanced toy, that is along the lnes of those kids in that fantastic movie called, “Lawn Mower Man-2”, “jacked into the program” that she created; it becomes by our frame of reference, our entire cosmic reality; and that point of unfathomable singularity is simply THE CYBERSPACE AND PROGRAM-SYSTEM of this upline girl, from this upline world; and when I say words such as upline or downline, I speak of the same type of stuff that if U wish it better explained 2U, anyone of U rweading these words; then simply contact peeps who R part of Amway Distributors, and organizational selling groups that work on varying type of legal-pyramid sales systems, where actual products get sold, and it is not just set up 4 ripping off the vast majority of the 'far-down-lined' folks who get into the con at the bottom of the cone, and lose their investnment. Still, the premise and concept is the very same thing, and this upline and downline universe concept is the actual proof, since we developed advanced computer technology in this century, and were coming up on it in the last quarter of the prior century as well; but this was what absolutely proved that singularity here in our downline, is merely the upline thought wave, or the machine cyberspace. SCYLLA, our great Almighty GOD, is nothing more than a girl in an upline Atlantic City. Not a parallel universe Atlantic City mind U, but an UPLINE one, going beyond what 99.9999999999% of the people on this planet R able 2 completely grasp here. She simply wanted 2 create a place 'where she could jack into her game', just like the kids on the LMM-2 movie were doing, as it is exactly the same thing. This is of course Y when I went 2 Atlantic City, and first came into contact with her; and being already a part of her game since we knew each other from her upline reality, not the me here of course, but her version of the me here; only there. Now this may B confusing SS; but tell your pal that if I got way more into this super abridged and compressed message, I would have 2 type 4 the next ten years straight without even an eating or sleeping break; just 2 make a significant dent into all of thissssssssss, oh lovely Mizz LUCCISNAKES! Think about it seriously 4 'one damn second, Admiral' Kirkspock. How else could all of this B really and honestly B going down in my life, from the bizzare endless connections into all of the 'EW' people, the Cooley Hall, the Spaceforce, my distant cousin the Lambrigger Cult Controller; and so much more? It just couldn't B possible if naught 4 the reality of what I have now told U on this super compressed little tale from HELL itself!!!
I will B telling stuff even more powerful than this, only much later on. I wish 2 live 2 sue my enemies 4 billions of futhermucking bucks SS; and I will not commit suicide by saying stuff that will get me murderded, as I don't C the sheriff, or anyone else; protecting me sufficiently, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO-HA, ME' GWATE BRAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
HEY SS, U WANTED 2C ME' LUNAR CALENDARS:
THURSDAY, JULY 6, 2023---11-198---JWSC
CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 3:5
N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 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)
Miserable Jane Thistlethorns is on a mother ******* death monster roll 4 hurting me with this page eleven of eleven slit, so here is yuet another compensation, and AKA a bunt-phlegm-nation of me' wondefrful an dlovely FIVE GROUPINGS, astrally said, groupations. This is partly due 23 not being able 2 make lots of filler pages 2 later on become deleted, since my delete key has alsdo been recenlty major ass hacked by my WOMO-SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES, SS, AND FBI!!!!!!!!
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BYE-BYE SIR SWAP, AND TELL YOUR PAL 2 PLEASE B SITTING DOWN!!!!!!
2:06 PM, JULY 5, 2023---WEDNESDAY IN THE MIDDLE AFTERNOON---JWSC-11-197
Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks
CHAPTER 24
WOW am I having some brutal and wild weird times, SS, and oh world as well; since I have decided 4 right now, 2 keep this as a public-forum blog, so as 2 ensure no extra monkey business with my up-coming major legal case, and as discussed and mentioned B4. Still, public or naught, as U can C, SS; I am telling way more than I ever dared 2 plan ever telling 2 the general blog-reading public, concerning my family, and its obvious, at least 2 me; ASTRAL PLANE CONNECTED REALITIES & TRUTHS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still YO, here it is, but 4 now; my day is as follows after being only up and awake since about a wee bit more than 5 hours or so now: There is some moderate 2 heavy localized residential aireal harassment from my SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES, that did naught follow me while out on a short local errand to my bank 2 pay a bill, and 2 my library 2 both return and re-borrow some DVD's. Well, naught obvious air-stalking; as I am quite sure that when the WOMO-FAWCES R naught doing it 2 blatantly B persecuting me; they still R up there, just higher up covertly and with great stealth, always and unrelentingly monitoring me!!!!!!!!! When I got home, I temporarily misplaced me' cellphone which dropped my day 4 about three minutes 2 BOTBAR, but I have the ability if that does not maintain itself, due 2 a major reversal of the circumstances that indeed caused me that quick flash-BOTBAR, 2 ammend-reverse, and make it a temporary BOTBUR. The names of those terms, as well as their meanings, being of course discussed countless times on numerous previous blogs, and so SS; we just don't need 2 now, do any reiteration concerning this presently, nor excite any wonderful Pink Goddesses in the process, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!! Yes sir; I placed my phone in a small plastic bag that I never had used B4-2 put it into; and humans, being creatures of habit, all judges, all people, and any 1999 traffic tickets all notwithstanding here; 4 a quick panicked flash of time, I was ready 2 futhermucking totally lose it, SS-BRAH! My 'M&A'-life's paramenter, jumped up 2 a 'full-5 max-rating' when I then realized what was what, and found the phone. These phones as we all know, cost close 2 a goddessdog grand; and I simply don't have the damn loot, or even Scylla's ancient lute, 2 replace this Comcast item; that hopefully once fully paid 4 in my installments, is mine; so that at least I would only B out a phone, should that have happened; and naught B in any problems with the great entertainment world giant, and as we all know SS, and anyone else; the EW hates me' gutts, and always seemingly has. And so of course, lovely Mizz Jane Fonda Ballparks, the feeling is 100 percent absolutely mutual!
Yes SS, and anyone else out here; Sir MP, down in HMF-USA, turned out 2B a total 100 percent complete worthless turd. I will never have any more 2 do with that stick licking butt wipe hypocrite skit-head, ever ever again. Not after he did 2 me, with his most recent antics, using me when he needed something from me, and then tossing me away, when he and that 'jit bag jewell-gal-pal' friend of his, gets some successful thing going. They can both rot in Dogtown; as when we R all through with our lawsuit, and five years from now goes by; my net worth will B beyond his damn ass grasp!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2 quote Mizz lovely Lilly Decarlo Munster here, from back in the middle 1960's YO; “TEE-HEE-HEE”; and whether she is a girl or naught, or just a marvelous welder; truth is truth, and my HUNTINGTON CURSE IS TRUTH; and not one soul will talk me out of it, now or ever. Now SS, and anyone else out here; if U can prove me wrong someday, great. I'll B the first man at Jim Burr's gate from back in Hollister-'73 times, 2 say 2U, “I was wrong, man, totally wrong, and I admit it right now, and openly 2 the entire world” only nobody ever ever ever ever never never ever, can seemingly prove me wrong!!! Am I correct here back in 1998, oh wonderful assistant 2 my ole' musical associate, and illustrious future Federal-Congressman, Honorable Robert Andrews of Haddon Heights, NJUSAESMWG, Sir Clarence Harris of Sicklerville, NJUSAESMWG, OR NAUGHT??????? I will hopefully let the great and gorgeous Katey Pee know that Marines don't like being lied 2, only by now, I am quite sure that her real good gal-pal, the lovely Mizz Honorable Hilary Clinton, has informed this Dairy-Beauty QUEEN of that simple fact; in or out of 1997, or Atlantic City, or its neighbor 2 the west, good old lovely Abseacon, NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO A GREAT BIG WOW-WOW-WOW, 2 Mister Nigh-nigh MACY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bye-bye, SIR SWAP. I'll keep writing U these letter-blogs, and yes, I got your last 'Colaman-2 note' in me' ole' mailbox yesterday when I checked 4 me' mail this early afternoon, when returning from me' local errands. I am so glad that U agreed with me on that issue, me' pal!!!!!
SS; me' ALWS lights will stay on today in case U drive by as Colaman-2 again!
Posting up at approximately just past 3 PM now. The ole' MNR-HACK just began right now, also SS; so tell your pals at the FBI, and thank them 4 my recent better-times, without any COVID-19 related junk, nor junky stupid worthless songs, that were indeed absolutely MEANINGLESS at the time, back in 2020! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!
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Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me starting on this Wednesday afternoon with HEAVY AIR SIEGE AND HEAVY COMPUTER ATTACKING that began late in the morning with the air, and then in the middle afternoon with the computer, and growing heavier as the day wears on, here on JULY 5th, of the year of 2023; AND IS ALL directly a part of the ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULT ON ME, THAT BEGAN ON THE EXACT DATE OF THE MORNING OF 15 AUGUST, IN THE YEAR OF 1986; and on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND
S--------T--------O--------P.
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Jane Sleazeweedsdisease just tried 2 wipe me out with her famous rotten stinking ''page eleven of eleven'' on this word document, SS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Those nice 5 numbers above is simply my way of trying 2 'runt-phlegm-hate', or compensate her brutal endless assault on me' personal magnetics!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
12:03 AM, Wednesday morning, 5 July, 2023-----OWC
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Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 23
I am going 2 talk now about the incident from 1986, SS; at the Red Lion, NJUSAESMWG 'Subs & Swirls' eats joint, at the intersecting highway circle of Routes 70 and 72 at the heart of the east-central sections of the world famous Jersey-PINE BARRENS, so often visited and talked about by my EX-business partner of the Studio Park Records Company, Sir Paul Evans Pedersen. Also, I'll B bringing into this, the wild connections of the second greatest SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES WEAPON, USED ON THE MOUNTAINPEN SINCE THE MIDDLE 1980'S; DIRECT UTILITY ASSAULTS AND COMMANDEERING MY LEGALLY PAID 4 UTILITIES, TAKING THEM OVER AND CONTROLLING THEM; AND LEAVING ME AT MY WORST TIMES, UNABLE 2 FIGHT OR PROTECT MYSELF; OR 2 DO ANYTHING AT ALL, OTHER THAN SUFFER BEYOND WHAT ANY HUMAN HAS EVER KNOWN OF ON THIS EARTH-PLANET B4 THIS ALL BEGAN 4 ME BACK IN MIDDLE AUGUST OF 1986, WITH THESE SICK DEMONIC TOTALLY DISEASED TURDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There were approximately 50 horrendously bad utility-commandeering-assaults on me throughout each year when averaged out, from 1987 through right up into this very present year. Some of the absolute worst ones have been blog-told 2 the world, SIR SWAP. This includes the Madam Mary diverter phone board in Woodlyn, NJUSAESMWG, in late 1987; and one of my first major and beyond bad and wicked ones 4 sure; and then we have the other blogged times that make up approximately the top five or maybe the top ten of these death attacks on me, by this diseased WOMO-SPACEFORCE LAMBRIGGER MC-ASTRAL-CULT FROM BEYOND DOGTOWN'S OUTER GATES. The Madam Mary attack in 1987, was when I called the information-operator, and I asked 4 the telephone number of a psychic in Clementon, NJUSAESMWG, that was right next 2 where I had once lived back in the middle of 1976 and into the late part of the following year of 1977, B4 moving into the Blackwood place called the Cherrywood Estates, and a home owned by the Crissafulli family. Rather than the operator giving me the correct phone number, she gave me the number of my previous landlord, Richard Karpf; where I had just moved away from, at their nightmare home in Cherry Hill, on Route 70. Giving a wrong number is one thing, but giving me that number, come on SS; the odds of this not being an enemy event, and accomplished on one of their NSA-diverter-boards or some similar such device; would B in the range of 50 billion 2 one. Not only would we take all possible phone numbers in the 609 area code at that time in 1987, but that would then B multiplied by all possible local area residence addresses that I could have theoretically have chosen 2 last B living in, in order 4 this incident 2 actually B a legitimate random coincidental error. This is exactly the way that odds R indeed calculated, in the world of mathematics, SS. Perhaps I am naught telling U anything that U don't already know, kind sir. In all fairness, this includes only places that I would B able 2 afford 2 live in, and it would exclude mansions and 'future Kartrashian joints', and the like. Still, the number is quite astronomical, about 50 billion or so 2 one. The 2 types of persecutions that my WOMO-SPACEFORCE enemies use on me the most, and R indeed the most effective as well as overall powerful; R the AIR ATTACKS, and the MAJOR UTILITY ATTACKS; and by major, this is referring 2 the taking over of buttons and controls, and the use of some type of 'diverter board', or whatever it takes in order 2 pull off these monstrous assaults on my sanity, and my person; and 4 going on 4 STRAIGHT DECADES OF TIME NOW, WITHOUT ONE TINY ASS WEE BIT OF LET UP, EVER EVER NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now SS, please please please please B sitting down B4-I now complete this little discourse 2U, concerning my 2 major types of OTAMMIC DEATH SIEGE PERSECUTIONS, lasting nearly 4 straight decades now, as this will knock U over once U get it all checked out 4 yourself and realize just how mind bogglingly powerful this crap all is; as it could close down the entire religious SYSTEMS OF THIS PLANET, TOMORROW MORNING, if I were Justin Beiber or some HUUUUUUGE celeb here, with fifty thousand daily hits on this blog; and not merely the 'CRACKPOT-MOUNTAINPEN'!!!!!!!!!! Decades ago, and even B4 both my blogs, as well as my MORIANITY BIBLE PROJECT; there was an incredible documentary on television, pertaining 2 the topic of the mysterious BERMUDA TRIANGLE, discussing in major detail, the triangle; the airforce pilots out in the ocean off of Fort Lauderdale, Florida-USA, the vanishing of them, as well as other wild junk; and then how a major market radio station was airing a program one day about all of this, offering a call-in with their listeners; and suddenly the entire system was 'COMMANDEERED and taken over', by a group who called themselves, the 'MILLIONTH COUNCIL'; and U have 2 get a copy of this televison documentary, and C all of this mind bending slit 4 yourself, OH KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My problems since this all started with them, include the 2 SAME MAJOR THINGS, POWER & CONTROL OVER MY UTILITIES AND MAJOR WILD AIR STUFF THAT CANNOT B IGNORED, AND IN NO WAY IN DOGTOWN IS ANYBODY'S IMAGINATION, ESPECIALLY MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then comes one particular night in the summer time in 1986 at the SUBS & SWIRLS EATS PLACE, YO! U know about this, but I'll reiterate about it anyway B4 continuing on with it now on this current L-B---2-U! David Roth and I were there, and we went 2 get a couple of hot fudge sundaes and bring it back 2 our car and eat them, B4 then resuming over 2 a place that we often frequented back in those times at the pine barren area that was near the well known local area, 'Mayo's Bar', on Route 72, & the road heading into the famous seashore joint, known 2 all Jerseyians, “Long Beach Island”; and Detective tease-tease-tease Stabler as well, huh SS? All of a sudden, a giant UFO craft came and hovered over us as we had just finished up our sundaes, and as I went 2 start up my car, it was absolutely DEAD, not even a grinding sound, right out of the 'TWILIGHT ZONE' EPISODE OF THE EARLY 1960'S CALLED, “MONSTERS ON MAPLE STREET”; only even better, since the car was completely killed and silent, unlike in the 'TTZ show', with Sir Rod Serling; but as in the show, and just after the craft flew off at lightning speed; five minutes later it returned, and again hovered over us. Dave said 2 me, “Try starting the damn car Mark”. I did, SS. POW, it started right up as if nothing had ever even 'SERV-PRO' happened at all!!! I swear 2 every single word spoken 2U on this letter-blog (L-B), SS; and under a voluntary oath of truth, I SUBMIT RIGHT NOW 2 LOCAL AND OR FEDERAL ARREST, SHOULD ANY TINY BIT OF THESE SPOKEN ITEMS HEREIN B UNTRUE IN ANY SMALLEST WAY!!!!!!!!
Dave and I went onto C literally dozens of those same crafts that killed my car, at the 'SUBS & SWIRLS' eats joint that one night in the summer time of 1986. Most of them were observed by us, right at a very magical cranberry bog that anyone can drive into, and legally, if it is within park hours of between daylight and dusk; by driving east on Route #72, and right there at the Mayo's Bar on the right side, simply turn left onto the dirt path road, and follow it past the intersecting paved park road 2 the dead end, and then the bog is right off 2 the right, beyond the dead end. Flying over that bog on ten or more occasions, SS; were these exact same incredible unidentified crafts. Very large HUUUUUUGE and circular, having a small central area that was not cirular, but rather some other type of geometric shape. Also they R absolutely silent, like electric vehicles. Do I believe they come from outer space? Absolutely NAUGHT! I do naught believe in aliens nor their supposed UFO-crafts. I have explained Y-I don't buy into it, SS. I believe logic and math is ruler and king over all things. Logic and math tells me that there is 'some type of pre-programmed cap', that stops any civilization from advancing 2 the point where they would B able 2 overcome the vast distances that would make alien inter-visitations a possible reality. So most likely right about now SS; many peeps still reading these words on this still-public forum blog, R head scratching and saying, “U of all peeps MOUNTAINPEN, U don't believe, and after all U have seen and experienced”? That's right. Oh THERE IS SOMETHING GOING DOWN HERE, YES SIR; but it is absolutely naught, lovely Mizz AT&T Blake of 1983, aliens from mother ******* outer goddessdog space, speaking of YANCY-DOGS, polka dots, magic cities, and magical great GODDESSES named Scylla Pink, or even my first love in Phladelphia, back in the 3rd damn grade; the lovely jet black gorgeous Esther Pinkston!
I know that the world of 5th dimensional hyperspace is behind all things, and this is simply because I know from major personal experience, that the ASTRAL PLANE is the energetic equivelant of the entire 5-DHS, and naught just one little universe, such as where we all hang our hats while awake and conscious, and U know what SS; 'deep down', with or without the great Mister 'L&O' 'Robinnette' in Adam Schiff's Manhattan District Attorney's Office, fictionally of course; I know that the vast majority of global citizens also R agreeing with my Morianity and its wild teachings, and even without having any 'memories' of their own personal experiences in the timeless Purgatory. We all R Purgatites, always remember that. My only difference is that, having so much more astral energy than most others; I am thus able 2 set myself up in a lifetime here, where I would become absorbed with all of the necessary things happening 2 me, that allowed me, 2 then regain my 'ASTRAL-MEMORIES'; or at least 2 some infinitessimal wee degree. There R-9 types of Purgatite entities, and each level of energetic being is approximately one thousand times more energetic (powerful), than is the level that lies below their level. One might think that hyperspace would not need 2 exist, and that we can have infinite astral interactions and this is not quite true. Despite the timeless Purgatory being beyond indescribably large and powerful; it is not zero dimensional, and so it does have the 'smallest degree of a drag-force', that eventually will deplete all purgatites, after enough astral-interactions take place, or the moving from one interactive dot into another one. Sort of like a person deciding 2 get up from a chair, and walk over 2 a window, and close it. On the Astral Plane, the very thought is one and the same with the action, but still, that very magical process does slowly and eventually deplete even the incredible full energetic powers of the gods, or the (COINS AND COILS). No human can climb into all that I know SS, and thanks to lovely Mizz Patricia H. Hollister H. from back in the early 1970's, and her round about covert way of getting the magical Fascitar into my hands one day, at my mom's shipping company office; the rest as they say here on mortal realms oh sir, “IS HISTORY”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SS; I am going 2 post this up, and later on; I will get into a major elucidation on how those 2 horrendous persecutions on me from WOMO-SPACEFORCE, or the Earthly MILLIONTH COUNCIL OF ASTRALITY; actually operates, and Y my connections with Scylla Pink is so directly and absolutely connected into Y it goes on!!!! It is now exactly half past goddessdog one in the rotten diseased moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, the 5th morning in this 7th month (July, in 2023, or in year-11 of Jewelly White's great revised New Mayan Calendrical System, or her (NMCS-2). Miserable rotten stinking Mizz Thistlethorns Sleazeweedsdisease Jane Notfondauonebit just nailed me with PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, forcing me 2 bunt-stem-hate or (compensate) here with my non-ASTRAL-number-5-groupations!!!!!!!!
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Since HALLS FAWCES used Jane Slimepoisons Slipperyserpents here, 2 hurt me, and what I call hurt my 'magnetics'; I will throw in another quick whittle item 4U now, SS, kind sir. I am also planning 2 tell U all about that wild chain that SCYLLA took from me in Patrick Jane's Games-Expert Dellway Arms Apartment back in the middle of December of 1969, and the same exact date practically 2 the very hour of time, that the government's great project was officially terminated, called, “PROJECT-BLUEBOOK”. SS; this world has never been the same after the atomic bomb was used, and just exactly as the SYFY writers have attemptred 2 tell this powerful truth 2 all of us in the only way possible 4 them 2 do so, 'FICTIONALLY', only this ain't some damn fiction, and IPYT! My dad talked in his sleep when he visited me in that apartment, back in January of 1974. My mom told me as a kid that he would wake up screaming, from mind busting incredible nightmares, 4 the first half dozen years of their marriage. There R many books written on the subject of what my dad was doing at the Philadelphia Naval Yard, during the greatest war so far ever fought on this planet, in this universe-dimension; and it tells of many of my dad's fellow shipmates all losing their sanity forever; those who did not get beamed into bulkheads, from contact with awesome amounts of electromagnetic energies, during this war time secret project where attempts were made 2 render the great Battleship docked there, the 'Eldridge'; invisible, as a war weapon strategic defense maneuver. My dad, in his sleep, in early January of 1974; told me about the future STAR TREK shows and the space platforms that were built 2 construct the starships, and launch them as a space-port; and this was a full 5-YEARS B4 the 1978 movie came out, with the great V-GER standing of course 4 the recently lauched VOYAGER, and yes, had the plot twist of interdimensional realities that went beyond our PHYSICAL dimensional universe system; at the end of that marvelous movie, but he already had seen the movie, according 2 where he WAS IN HIS DREAMS; and was speaking 2 me on that early morning in sort of what could B thought of as a semi-waking-trance, I would suppose. He was watching the show from some home in 1983, only physically, he never made it quite that far, and died in northeast Philadelphia in a skid row apartment overlooking the L-TRAIN, in middle or late 1981 somewhere, and yes; just months after the illustrious and wonderful musical arranger, Sir TOM GLENN, had come over 2 my 1802 ROBIN HILL APARTMENT that February day, with his guitar; 2 help me do my LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS song. Yes great U.S. © Office, all of those tapes on all of my musical projects that R playing his guitar, R from his LOIS FOCA SONG ARRANGEMENT, from which I made numerous songs from. SIR SWAP; do UCY me' life cannot B told in any time order, or in any truly abridged or compressed way???? It is just way 2 goddessdog friggin' powerful, YO, and this ain't no 'CALL-10-VERIZON BRAG' here. I ASSURE U OF THAT, KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 22
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OWC-JULY 4th HOLIDAY DAY, EARLY TUESDAY MORNING
IN THE YEAR OF 2023
I am going 2 take U through a few things SS, and although they may seem 2B absolutely unconnected, as we both have discussed concerning junk with me and my life, “nothing is really unconnected, and all of it fits INTO ALL OF THE OTHER JUNK, and quite damn perfectly”. Yes sir, that is a fact!
Humans R extremely fragile beings, both physically as well as mentally; subject 2 virtually limitless forms of assault on our senses. Our skin, our inner vital organs, our delicate bones that grow way more delicate as time quickly passes us by; and the largest potential assault directed against and on anyone of us SS; is through our minds and senses, via major powerful illusions working on all of us, and some more than others. First, back in 2007, after my blogs were about a year and a half old give or take a few months; I began saying what many or most would perhaps simply call it, “WAY 2 DAMN MUCH”! I won't even make an attempt here 2 deny that for one single micro-second. So as a result, and as the 2007 year was beginning 2 wind down and end, say the days of middle and late autumn; it was now time 4 my WOMO-SPACEFORCE-SPAMMENIES 2 really step up the assault on me, only not with just their normal and completely usual harassments that I had come 2 totally depend on and expect after recieving them 4 at that time, just over 20 years; but now it was time 4 the real chess masters moves on the cosmic board 2 TRULY START UP AGAINST THE MOUNTAINPEN, and all beginning and following my having, and then posting on my blogs; my wild dream with the DELLWAY ARMS APARTMENTS MAGICAL 'GAMES EXPERT' DUDE who the ENTERTAINMENT WORLD (EW) THEN WENT ON 2 EMULATE THROUGH THEIR CHARACHTER ON A BRAND NEW TELEVISION SERIES SHOW CALLED, “THE MENTALIST”, AND SIR PATRICK JANE, giving him the precise and I mean exact personality of this dude from my transdimensional experience just months earlier, and whom since never knowing his name from that wild DREAM, whom I merely called on my blog, the “GAMES-EXPERT”, and if I need 2 really go on further here, making the unmissable and inescapable parallel here between this dream character, and the soon 2 come about brand new television character, Patrick Jane; then I am talking 2 myself, and I need 2 just quit right now!!!!!! So all the wild stuff with my family began slowly surfacing, once this brand new character came onto the scene, or even slightly B4 that time while it was being all cosmically planned out. A child can C that there is absolutely no damn way 2 legitimately insist that what I am saying now 2U is anythig but one hundred percent factual and true blue, down 2 its very epitome; and without any Wolfs, Stars, Special Victim Units, or Joe Hollister's, even needing 2B on scene yet; although all of this was right out there on the horizon like a sunrise just about 2 begin at the daybreak over a nice calm warm sea. On top of all of this, we all forget that the human brain is absolutely misunderstood, even by the so-called experts in this field. Rarely do many of these experts discuss intelligently how the mind works in two directions with all of us, and not only those considered in the 'DSM'-Bible of mental studies, 2B mentally ill with diagnosalbe conditions listed in this Diagnostic Statistical Manuel. All of us have a 2-way-MIND. Most of the time, and this means 99.9999999% or so of the time that we R awake and living our lives; our brain looks out into the world and perceives stuff around it. However, it also has the rare time capacity of playing the tape in a reverse mode. At these rare ocurrances, our mind FIRST perceives a thing, a truth, a reality, a 'whatever'; and then the eyes C it, and the ears hear it; and we then 'THINK' that we R indeed perceiving this false-truth accurately, only we R naught. Now this goes way beyond the proverbial drunk who sees a pink elephant, believe me SS. This gets way deeper than this and nobody needs 2B drunk or drugged, or 2 quote me' ole' musical associate from between 1975 and 1980, Sir Bob Andrews; “WHATEVER”; in order 4 this 2 indeed happen 2 anyone of us, and at any time!!!!!!!!!!! I have experienced several, what is labeled and called, hypnogognic experiences. The most recent event was when I was down in Hollywood-Miami, Florda, in the summer of 2017, and at the apartment of Mister Mike Patterson, and during the time when we were trying 2 create and launch 'GAWKY GAWGAUK's project', that is now up on the GOOGLE PLAY STORE, called the 'KRYSTAL'S BALL', and based on the other wild DREAM in 1980, with what then I was calling “Lottery-CAT”, until years later finding out that it was actually back in 1977, and at the Carriage Lamp Apartments in Clementon, NJUSAESMWG one day, when I electrocuted myself, by sticking a walkie-talkie antenna directly into a 220-volt recepticle; and first met this purgatite, the Teck Bay Professor, at this Olympian Province mystery school; B4 being 'sent back 2 Earth', and quoting the 'mortal, and totally misunderstood expression', used here. What happened at Mike's apartment was simple SS. I could naught get 2 sleep, and finally I did, only I thought that I was still awake, when in fact; I simply wasn't. His living room drapes were open and his room looked out 2 a nice man-made lake, that had a small amount of night lights around, so that a viewer could C the area at night. Suddenly, fireworks were going off without any loud bangs at all; and they were beyond incredible, and like nothing I had seen ever B4, and I have seen my share of firework shows throughout my life. All of a sudden after about five minutes, one of them was shot off in what seemed 2B in some wild slow-motion. Then suddenly it became the large pulsating star that we all have seen at night in the sky, called a pulsar. I blog-named it 'Hydroglacia' after the first time that I saw it, only at that time it was at my Cifaloglio job, up in New Jersey; and I absolutely know that then as well, I was wide awake; and that was a far more amazing tale, but it will B told later on, since this experience is what my present point is all about, SS. I never woke up in Mike's apartment, and I know it, only logic tells me that I had to have awakened, and also that I had 2 have been asleep in some half weird and wild stage of semi-sub-consciousness. Still, I know that I never woke up, only that eventually, I stood up, and I walked over 2 his window fully awake, and I saw that indeed, it was the pulsar star that I've seen B4, and so have all of those reading this; and U2, SS. I know that there was no actual waking from this experience, and suddenly there I was, walking physically over 2 his window, because U-C, right after that, I walked 2 into his bathroom 2 take a leak, and then I did return 2 the living room couch, and then this time, I fell nearly instantly into a very normal and deep sleep, lasting about three and one half hours or so. This is psychologically labeled as a hypnogognic experience. But there is way more 2 all of this, since both of these type of incidents, as well as all regular or normal dreaming experineces; ALL CONTAIN THE MAGICAL INGREDIENT OF WHAT MORIANITY AND MOUNTAINPEN LABELS AS, 'TOSE', standing 4 none other than transdimensional [5-D], (TOWEL-SEEPAGE-EFFECTS), whereby the true fifth dimensional fabric that contains the entire purgatorial complete potential maximum SED or 'dots on the digital-disc', 2 put it more into a 21st century relatable lingo here; and this simply reduces down in simple words here to this following little attempt at clearing this all up 4U or anyone else, right here and now. But B4 going on with this; I am falling under a MAJOR NASTY-ASS ASSAULT RIGHT NOW, AT APPROXIMATELY TWENTY MINUTES SHY OF FIVE THIS MORNING, ON THIS 4 JULY, and with some fireworks at this completely 'unholy and unhollister' hour, and some bad hacking as well, with the 'what else, but the trustworthy everlasting (MNR-HACK)', that since it was jury rigged-fixed until I can buy a new system around THANX-2-GIVENS TIME later on this year; I cannot complain, nor beat the price of “FREE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!, SOOOOOO, WEEEEEEEEEEEEE SS!!!!!!!!!! But finishing out me' pernt here, as SPACEFORCE ENEMY ATTACKS R ALWAYS NOTHING MORE THAN A WAY OF DISTRACTING AND TEMPORARILY STOPPING ME FROM MY TELLING STUFF, AND INTERFERING WITH MY TRAIN OF THOUGHT; FOLLOWING A PATTERN THAT ANYONE IS EASILY ABLE 2 RECOGNIZE ALL THROUGHOUT THIS NEARLY 18 YEAR LONG NOW BLOGGING PROJECT, SS; so here we go: Putting ultra complex stuff in the simplest form 4 right now today, and keeping with the spirit of this '7-4' day in many respects; let me simply phrase it like 'thissssssssss', oh lovely 'Mizz Erica Luccisnakes', mahm', and SS! Just how can all of these things really happen? U know, with my family, with my blogs, the connections without my ever even consciously realizing squat 4 the first two years of the blogs, the come-true dreams, the television show parallels from the 'MENTALIST', 2 'DARK SHADOWS', &2 tons and tons of other junk, that we all know is not some outlandish, absurd, and surreal coincidence; and here is my explanation 2 it all, as best as I can type it out.
Several things were eventually concluded by me after suffering through several decades under this absolute hellishness. A combination of my concluded assumptions and theoretical concepts all combined, is most likely going 2 produce the maximum possible truths, as 2 figuring a lot of this junk all out with any reasonable degree of laboratory-accuracy. NO PUN INTENDED, but hey, what can I say; in or out of fires, or 1969 years, Mister Tom Glenn; oh 1981 great LOIS FOCA sir????? During horrendous crisis events, and monstrous times throughout this ordeal straight out from purgatorial Dogtown; one powerful item stands out like an incredibly sore and infected agonizing tooth, and here it is SS: This does not come from one waking realm, not with me, nor with anyone else with their own junk going on in their lives, only, try telling anyone else stuff like this, huh David Collins from 1967? FBI; the 'MNR-HACK' is off the scale, and this hack, and the fireworks BOOM at an ungodly and ILLEGAL TIME; all started at 20 minutes shy of five this goddessdog moUUUUUUUUUrning! Naturally, what I say on my blogs is going 2 cause me a lot of excruciating agonizing pain and hellishness, as a retarded child should quite easily B able 2 perceive and C, YO SS!!!!!!!! Look at how I was beyond screwed with, when I came out of one of the wildest hyperdimensional experiences of me' entire life, SS; triggering the eventual remembering of repressed memories from 36 FUTHERMUCKING YEARS, back on 5 OCTOBER OF 2008, 4 crying out thunderously loud, YO!!!!!!!!! This attack is off the scale now, FBI, ACLU, World Tribunal Court at the HAGUE; Federal Computer Crimes Bureau or any similar named agencies possibly set up 2 look into matters such as mine, etcetera-etcetera!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What I am fighting here 'COUNT FRIKKIN' PETOFI', USING YOUR OWN LINGO THERE, U NON-NUROCKIAN 'ROCKY' BOXING PROMOTER ACTOR SIR, is indeed beyond major absolutely COSMIC, and tell the great Sir David Quentin Selby, that I said just THAT, oh PWEEEEEEEEEEEZE!!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOOO, just think what these blogs would and could tell, SS; if I was free 2 type them, in a really FREE LAND, that only exists in the imaginations of the blind, the foolish; and the quintessential dreamer-fools. SS, 4 now, I'll end this 22nd LB 2U. Bye-bye.
Yes SS, the fat man from China, and the days of good old HALLS WALLS, and naught his FAWCES. I knew both HALLS; the father and the son, and worked with both of them. Hall Senior was from the licorice LOIS FOCA TEARS Plant, in Camden, NJUSAESMWG; while I worked with his son, HALL JUNIOR, at the great Echelon Towers Building, back around the time of the lovely Mizz Taylor Swift's birth. SOOOOOOO WOW-THAT, or at least a half-WOW! Jeepers goddessdog creepers, and where did Billy Crouch and others, get those incredible mind busting non-Marcucci EYES? But the skinny dude from Mars Graphics in 1977 says, “Gee thanks for getting together with me to hear 'my problems', Mister McGinty of 1996! So what went down there, all great Jersey attorneys who know about the great and illustrious friggin' Gibb brothers”???????????????????????????
HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 136
THIS IS NOT A SCUMRAM/SUNRAM RED ALERT; BUTTTTTT, IT IS A NON SUNRAM 1970 ECLIPSED ALERT, YO YO YO YO YO PAM AG!!!!!
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PLEASE HELP ME DIANA; THE SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES R TOTALLY MOTHER TRUCKING KILLING YOUR WHITTLE BOY, ME' BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows my mind.
But then folks, so is this mother clucking runt fleeting BOTBAR-CITY, ever since August 15, 1986 for crissake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then folks, so is this mother ducking bunt beating BOTBAR-CITY ever since August 15, 1986 for crissake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then folks, so is this mother clucking runt fleeting BOTBAR-CITY, ever since August 15, 1986 for crissake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then folks, so is this mother ducking bunt beating BOTBAR-CITY ever since August 15, 1986 for crissake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
EVER SINCE 1980 THIS STARTED, AND TO QUOTE MISTER NON-DEEDEE ANDERTON OF THE SOON TO FOLLOW 'L&O' TV-SHOW; WHEN IT STARTS, ''IT STARTS''!
It doesn't matter if one or twenty-five Dennis Snyder's say this to me, it is all the same truth or (reality).
“THAT'S JUST REALITY SON”.
Yes I do keep up, and I do watch news. These blogs try hard to keep current events out of them, as much as is humanly possible. When certain things or people, nauseate me sufficiently, to the point where I cannot refrain from speaking out, well, then I do just that. For now, I am happy to remain at basically zero decibels.
I truly believe Lenny McKinnon to be the devil, when we knew each other back in 1980. He was black and did not look at all like this smiling man. But still, I always had a mental picture of this DEVIL all my life, as a dude with that exact expression, staring and jeering at me, and looking a little bit clucked up, maybe a tooth or two missing as well. In any case, hay folks; it's only a blog, and Dawn-Marie King, the QUEEN, is not suffocating under ground and buried alive. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, bulley 4 her!!!!!!!!!!!
You just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic person from Long Beach Island, who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister; and told me. You know, that SHE'LL get me for this. Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh lovely 1999 Helen Zabriskie, “SHE GOT ME GOUUUUUUUUD”!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE SURFER FONTY!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE SURFER FONTY!
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JEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE SURFER FONTY!
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Support group for anxiety sufferers.
MAY 15, 2015,
FRIDAY EVENING AT 6:24,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT TEMPERATURE 78 DEGREES FNHT.
RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 82%, AND
IT IS FEELING LIKE 82 DEGREES.
RANGE TODAY----(H-85/L-75).
WIND IS E AT 13, GUSTING TO 26.
HERE ARE SOME GREAT YOU-TUBE SITES.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
HERE I SIT ANGRY AS SKIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS IS NOT A SCUM-RAM DODGE TRUCK
HYPNOTHERAPIST MARK WOLF, YO!
I am not too chicken to tell you, that my late pal, Mister David Charles Roth, was as am I, kind folks out here; the victim of some real hams and turkeys out there, as we once referred to some type of peeps a while back into history. He most definitely was destined to meet up with me at a department store job, where we were night time security guards together, while the store was being stocked with items. It was in November of 1985, and it was in Woodbury Heights, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG; and was called the Caldor Number 113 Store. A married wealthy couple owned these chain stores, sort of another K-Mart or Walmart; just a little less successful. Actually I suppose a lot less, as they lasted in business about a decade and then closed up. As for the big K and the big W, no matter which letter I put before the other one, and all great voice-mail messages not withstanding; I think both of these fantastic stores will be slitting in their pants long before they go under. They seem to copy the mighty fabulous JC-PENNEY, in so much as doing it RRRRRRRRRR-IGHT, or DO-DO-DOING it that way, on or off of 1970' famous Cornwall Avenue, of Ventnor, New Jersey. I would make fun of Tom Reale over my bugged up telephone, Mister Munch, back in 1993 and 1994 while speaking to Mister Roth numerous times, and then, kapong-kabing, and a ring ring kaching Paula King, oh travelers of the mighty and GAP-ESS; there was the television commercial, you know, another anti-pollution deal from the late nineteen-sixties, BRO! When you step back to examine life's bigger picture, anyone of you out there, I do not care if the most powerful ten people on this planet read this, you too; do it, I challenge you. You will always get the moving averaged story in a hindsight reflected truth. But you need to have the courage to see that even with all of your power, folks; you are not the ones in control of this gamogram-simulation. Don't believe my blog; talk to the wonderful Professor M.K. At the NYU. Just remember that I was speaking these things back when I was being beaten up by Atlantic City Beach Patrol Mascots in 1975; while good old Mom and good old Cousin Ruth Huntington Gozzwald Gottwald, were up at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon, New York. There is not a single little cosmic damn dot, that's out of place. But a million Mister Einstein's cannot see the large maze in real time, and I can tell you why, but it won't make sense to just about all people out here who don't have a giant background in applied astrophysics and quantum-dynamics. This planet we evolved in and on matches in size, a perfect light speed and brain consciousness ratio, in that anything over the circumference of this world, in distance; can never ever be perceived by humans in totally real time. Everything after that is enough of a fractional light second in distance, to prevent that. Things like this do not just coincidentally happen, and I don't care who says otherwise. So WEEEEEEEE! “And that's just reality son”.
THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
Even Dennis Snyder couldn't tell reality from illusion, if he had gone through anywhere near the total hell that I have. IPYT, lads and lassies. Oh boy, great people; I honestly do not mean to be such a prick. Try to understand, Dreamboat Annie and others, that I have been seriously injured, hurt, and damaged, by many many many powerful people all over this world for about six solid decades now!!!!!!!!!
MAY 15, 2015,
FRIDAY AFTERNOON, AT 2:32,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 84 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE TODAY-------(H-84/L-75).
RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 70%, FEELING LIKE 91.
WINDS ARE ENE AT 14, GUSTING TO 22.
Mark Minor, and all other ''boys that wanna' go home'', back in 1966; and without any bar fights taking place in Nassau Town; and all other 'ESS Travelers'; sup evweebwuddy, YO, and SS??????
Forget love and glory, and time going by, and old songs; and all of it. This all boils down to the fact that I feel that I can prove to a very backward planet; Roddenberry family; that first contact indeed is here all along; and that God as you call 'him', is really a sixteen year old girl, who in this multiverse, always was and always will be; as this is who she was when SHE jacked into this damn lawn-mower gamer simulation system of HERS!!!!!!!! Never saw the movie SS? Until a person sees that movie, they have no right 2 judge harshly or otherwise, any of those words printed above, since I saw the show and I have gone through this since my mom took me 2 the TRINITY HOTEL of 10-SC AVENUE in ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG, 4 the vely first time in late June of the year of 1965, and I MET HER!!!!!!!!
No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your nit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog skit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton; my plans R all clucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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This is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you ladies and gentlemen:
BECAUSE IT IS UNFAIR
BECAUSE I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT
BECAUSE I AM INNOCENT
BECAUSE I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS.
BECAUSE I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.
GET IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???
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ALL LIFE-TIME LONG, I HAVE BEEN DEATHLY DUCKED WITH BY THESE MONSTER MUCKING DEADLY HALLS FAWCES!!!!!!!!! NO MATTER WHAT I EVER DO, I am damned if I DO, and damned if I DON'T. I can turn left, right, stay still, or try both ways, and nothing ever allows me to escape this clucking brutal pummeling of the HUNTINGTON-CURSE!!!
Hay Mike McNulty, I think your grand daughter is laughing at both of us, you crazy mother lucker!!! But is she laughing at us because she knows we both are Neil Regan----Bob Lockhart clowns, like Regan's little brat used to laugh at my machine and the lightning making the Privecode system go off automatically back at First Highview? Well, in any case, maybe they both are laughing, and if that keeps them happy, great. Still, how many times can we laugh at horrible slit???
Hay YO, I'm just asking?
'Fungoo' from here 2 Cicaly, or those lovely areas that sit high up on a very steep coastal cliff so far away from hot sticky ole' freaking Florida-USA. My FLOWER WING, did U say; oh lovely Mia Berrios? Just where is Scylla's enzymeter and loot these wonderful awesome ass days? SS; just what is this all gonna' come 2, here in Florida, back up in WG-NJUSAESMWG, or anywhere else 4 that matter?
WOW-WOW-WOW-SUPER WOW 2 IT ALL; HUH----SS?????
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FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
© MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2016.
MY ENDLESS POST '8-1986-ICPE-APE HELL'-NIGHTMARE:
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN
MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
HEY SS, U WANTED 2C ME' LUNAR CALENDARS:
TUESDAY, JULY 4, 2023---11-196---JWSC
CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 1:5
N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 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)
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 starting on this Tuesday morning the 4th day in July, of the year of 2023; and who are persecuting me with MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING, AND A VERY LATE NIGHT NOISE ASSAULT; AND IS ALL directly a part of the ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULT ON ME, THAT BEGAN ON THE EXACT DATE OF THE MORNING OF 15 AUGUST, IN THE YEAR OF 1986; and on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND
S--------T--------O--------P.
THIS L-B 2-U-SS, ENDS NOW, OLE' ASSOCIATE PAL.
THIS L-B 2-U-SS, ENDS NOW, OLE' ASSOCIATE PAL.
THIS L-B 2-U-SS, ENDS NOW, OLE' ASSOCIATE PAL.
THIS L-B 2-U-SS, ENDS NOW, OLE' ASSOCIATE PAL.
THIS L-B 2-U-SS, ENDS NOW, OLE' ASSOCIATE PAL.
THIS L-B 2-U-SS, ENDS NOW, OLE' ASSOCIATE PAL.
THIS L-B 2-U-SS, ENDS NOW, OLE' ASSOCIATE PAL.
THIS L-B 2-U-SS, ENDS NOW, OLE' ASSOCIATE PAL.
THIS L-B 2-U-SS, ENDS NOW, OLE' ASSOCIATE PAL.
MAJOR DEATH SIEGE AND DYING DECLARATION, SHF.-KJM
SUBTITLE, DEAR SI-SWAP, CHAPTER 21
MMMMMMMMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCCCCCCCCCCC
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 WOMO-SPACEFORCE SUBSKUMMITE ENEMIES, whom are VICIOUSLY PERSECUTING ME, AND BEGINNING SHORTLY PAST HALF PAST FIVE OF THE CLOCK ON THIS HELLIDAY-HOLIDAY SUNDAY JULY 4th EVENING/WEEKEND, WITH TWO HUGE MAJOR DEATH PERSECUTION ASSAULTS, FIRST AT 5:34 WITH A MAJOR ZENITH AND CRASH LEVEL COAST GUARD HELICOPTER ATTACK OVER MY TRAILER AND RESIDENCE, FOLLOWED EXACTLY 8 MINUTES LATER AFTER THAT, WITH MY NEIGHBORHOOD MOTORBIKER SCUM ENEMIES AT 5:43 FOLLOWING THE STARTING UP OF THIS ABSOLUTE MAJOR DEATH ASSAULT HARASSMENT ON ME, your creator, the Mountainpen, and Mark Wayne Mohr, this MONSTROUS HORRENDOUS SUNDAY EARLY EVENING, ALONG WITH THE SPACEFORCE ENDLESS MINIDROID-GNAT ATTACKS THAT COME AT ME DURING WORST-SIEGE TIMES AND FIT EXACT PERFECT PATTERNS WITHOUT FAIL; AND WHICH IS ALL directly a part of the ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULT ON ME, THAT BEGAN ON THE EXACT DATE OF THE MORNING OF 15 AUGUST, IN THE YEAR OF 1986; and on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on a CRUSH DESTRUCT-SINGE DESTRUCT-TOTAL DESTRUCT—DESTRUCT ORDER, and 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.
SHERIFF KEN MASCARA AND STEVE WALGREEN'S PARKS:
Betwewen this major death assault that came on me out of absolutely futhermucking goddessdog nowhere from this WOMO-SPACEFORCE, oh SS; as well as this horrendous major MINIDROID ENDLESS GNAT ATTACK, MY DAY IS SUPER F****** BOTBAR, as well as SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC, and July's mother ******* Magnetic Percentage 4 BOTBAR (MP4B) is now at a whopping and monster-ass runt chewing 50%, and worse than in a vely vely vely long non Bob McDowell COOLEY HELL HIGH HALL time, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!
THIS IS A MAJOR-MAJOR-MAJOR MOTHER *******
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This is a major DYING utterance & declaration, and if I am found dead in this hellish joint; we all know who has indeed committed murder on the MOUNTAINPEN!
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