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The Sporadic Blogs of Latter Year 2020, HAS NOW TURNED INTO THE MOST RECENT BLOG TITLE IN APPROXIMATELY 3 YEARS OF ANTIMATTER SPACE, OR HERE IN 2023, AS FOLLOWS:

Heading For South America, Chapter 3

6:00 PM, Sunday evening on 9 July, 2023

Lightning is here around me and protecting me again, on this early evening; and SHE came by at about ten minutes shy of six, after a beyond trucking brutally hot stifling hellish day here in Fort Pierce/d, Flower-land, and is AKA, Florida-USA! Speaking of HER coming over 2B with HER whittle boy, me' Blogaudians, YO; “SHE KNOWS” just how desperately I need HER here, and protecting me; from this evil rotten denomic LAMBRIGG CULT SPACEFORCE slime, and so do a few loyal true-blues out here as well; now that we all know that there is naught, and that there never ever WAS; a SIR SWAP! I temporarily made the entire thing up, and unlike the time on that July 1970 Atlantic City bus with Sarah's gang from DOGTOWN-PLEASANTVILLE; this needed 2B an ongoing deception on my part 4 quite a number of years, yet all the damn while folks; I PROMISE U ALL, I WAS COMPLETELY PLANNING 2 ADMITTING 2 THIS WILD FARCE, hopefully after getting out of HELL as a result. Only that never ducking happened, now did it peeps????????????? Oh how GOD loves HER 'THAT BOY', huh world? LAUGH-LAUGH-YUK-YUK-YUK!!!!

Well, a goddessdog moronic child can C just what happened here back on the rotten JULY-4^th HELLIDAY-HOLIDAY and yes, calendrically right on a 'perfect-non-Pennock' schedule 2; huh me' few real and TB-followers, and TB naught standing 4 Brucie's mom back in Hollister-'73 days, oops; a brown out at 6:19 from the storm this time, unlike earlier this damn ass moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning's quickie black out strike that was intentionally done and somehow managed that particular time, 2 screw up me' landline telephone; since the one connected 2 my 'lightning-communications' system, needs an extention chord so that I can plug it into me' battery system outlet that is near the Comcast modem, and I now know that I must purchase a long extention chord that has three way modern grounding plug outlets on it; so that WOMO cannot truck with me like this ONE MORE DAMN TIME!!! Yes sir, what happened was that SOME PRICK IN THE MILLIONTH COUNCIL GOT THEIR REVENGE ON THE MOUNTAINPEN WITH THIS OFF THE SCALE BOTBAR STRING ASSAULT ON ME, ever since I posted up my two chapters, DEAR SWAP, numbers 22 and 23, and yes; we all know, ESPECIALLY NUMBER 23, as that started this mother ******* 4-day and counting 'circus freak show' with me now, and 2 quote Miss Chillie, and record promoter Lenny McKinnon from their 1981 citizens-band radio conversation, that I tape recorded that night at work, at the Camden, NJUSAESMWG licorice plant; “There ain't no doubt about it”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So anyone out here who believes that we have freedom in this country, and especially freedom 2 speak out on stuff that the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, and Earthly shadow government connected systems, don't wish 4 us 2 say and do, just as was told 2 us in that marvelous TV-show aired in 1988, on the 'WPIX station' in 'NIGH-NIGH' non-Macy, with Agents Falcon and Condor, warning us that if we do speak out, we WILL B STOPPED AND HARASSED 4 THE REST OF OUR LIVES; and anyone out there reading this can find this documentary television show and C this all 4 themselves, and naught take the MOUNTAINPEN'S word 4 one damn thing, as I would naught wish 4U2 take me at my word on stuff that is that frucking ass powereful!!!!!!!! When I told U all that back in those 2019 days of my JURY DUTY and newest life-altering hellishness, that cousin Trump and those 2 nations were all somehow a part of this thing, well, U can C it all 4 yourselves now people, and naught take me at my word 4 one damn ass minute, oh Admiral Kirkspockwhales of 1986!!!!!!!!!!!! I have no reason 2 make that up, naught even temporarily; and the proof is all pasted and CAPPED, up on this blog 4U2 all view; and by going back and archiving, U can double proof me, as I am no hacker genius by any stretch of the imagination folks; and all of this is 100% provable, absolutely and completely!!!! Right after I left that jury duty, I was screwed with by the train naught allowing me 2 'crossover', huh SCYLLA PINK; and then a short time following that jury duty day in middle late August, on the 27^th day of September; my automobile was covertly damaged and totaled, by a drunken bitch from my PEEHA Building, who naturally, got scott free away with doing it!!! This slit against me never ever stops, world. 'Never never ever ever never ever', 2 quote the lovely wonderful Motown Queen, Mizz Diana Ross, who was actually born 'Diane Ross'.

But someone somewhere as far back as 1971 made absolutely sure that my name was never ever mentioned in the press media systems, or 'the OTHER'-PMS, if I can tell a quick little 'laughy-joke' here on 'Harrah's Casino's advertising billboard', back in the 80'sa or 90's, with a joke as always; ON ME. They were taunting and teasing me concerning my 153-day trip to a parallel world, or to “another Atlantic City”, oh boy, Star Trek Lasserrus and President Trump, for crying out louder than what????????? Well peeps; this will get real mother ducking good now, so 'pweeeeeeze' STACEY-TUNED EVWEEBWUDDY; and you too Mister Elmer Fwwwwudddddddddd. WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

© URL-BLOGS-MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2023

BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN

Rotten miserable wicked JANE THISTLETHORNS SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE just got me real real non-Zabrikie 'GOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU” with her endlessly goddessdog twustworthy ONES-ASSAULTY ON ME, so I need 2 of course runt-phlegm-rape here with me' ole' five-groups!!!!

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FBI; 'U-R WORTHLESS' 4 NOT PROTECTING A CITIZEN WHO U KNOW ABSOLUTELY WELL, IS BEING ILLEGALLY HACKED AND HARASSED ENDLESSLY, ON HIS LEGAL AND PAID 4 COMPUTER SYSTEM; AND MY MOTHER ******* TAXES PAY U2 PROTECT MY GODDAMN CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, AND U KNOW IT AS WELL AS I DO, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

10-4, Lenny 601 McKinnon, ye' ol' gunslinger

When I was at my memchanic's auto repair shop a few days back for a blower fan motor replacement, I had a very similar incident happen to me, that happened that night at the Cifaloglio job with all those 'little illegals singing all around my guard house'; and I'm just trying to keep it all totally flocking real here, Mister 1980 Schleigh sir, from Camden, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG! Suddenly, one of the men working for the boss came into the shop singing a tune, and I did not think about it at the time, but later on that same day while at home, I recognized a powerful connection to something that I had written late in the nineteen-eighties and of course had copyrighted as part of one of the musical projects that I registered at the great WASHington WASH your hands © Copyright Office there. We can do a Jim Rockford here as we can always get back to powerful punches, or this topic; either or, later on; am I right or naught, Mister Tricycle Maverick of Levittown, Pennsylvania-USA?????????????

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WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:

DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP

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[ 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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This computer age sucks SS. I called and asked 4 something, and they refused 2 send it to me, and told me 2 do it online, despite my telling them that it does not work online 4 me. They refused 2 help me get a copy of my 29 copyrights that I paid 4. One tiny sheet of paper, and they won't send it 2 me SS, nor even send it 2 me via my g-mail address. What a bunch of total trucking pricks, or maybe THEY WERE TOLD NAUGHT 2 HELP ME BY THE SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES!!!!!!!!

Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 28

12:12 Ante' Meridian, early Saturday morning, 7/8/2023

JWSC-SAT-11-190

I have now had three straight nasty rotten ass BOTBAR DAYS, and when I shortly go 2 bed and then get up later this moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning SS; I will have absolutely nothing whatsoever, chart-wise, 2 work-jerk-work off-jerk off with, after coming off of a 3 or more than 3 BOTBAR-STRING, which according 2 me' own life-chart's rules; drops the opening of the new day at a rating of 3-3, one full point, down 2 a 2-2 chart-rating. I will now explain 2UYI had this most recent BOTBAR, and then we will get down 2 some cases and elucidations, after posting up an updated-2-present date, 'MP4B' information, (MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE 4 BOTBAR).

2023 ANNUAL MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:

DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B

6/28--------179-------50----------------------28--X---6

6/29--------180-------50----------------------28--X---7

6/30--------181-------51----------------------28--X---8

7/1----------182-------51----------------------28--X---9

7/2----------183-------52----------------------28--X--10

7/3----------184------52-----------------------28--X--11

7/4----------185------52-----------------------29--X---1

7/5----------186------53-----------------------28--X---1

7/6----------187------54-----------------------29--X---1

7/7----------188------55-----------------------29--X---2

JUNE-JULY MONTHS MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:

DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B

6/28--------28-------5----------------------18

6/29--------29-------5----------------------17

6/30--------30-------6----------------------20

7/1------------1-------0------------------------0

7/2------------2-------1----------------------50

7/3------------3-------1----------------------33

7/4------------4-------1----------------------25

7/5-----------5--------2----------------------40

7/6----------6--------3-----------------------50

7/7----------7--------4-----------------------57

Now as we advance in these types of statistical math calculations SS, we realize that once the MP4B numbers begin 2 slow down in their delta (rates of change), we need 2 of course begin adding in some additional mathematical equations, such as in the annual as opposed 2 the monthly charts, where the 28% and the 29% numbers R pretty much holding in what is labeled as a 'range-pattern' in the statistical science of prediction and technical charting pattern systems, or the (TCP) systems. Now without getting into even more technically detailed mathematical statistical equations used 4 heavy hitting prediction tools, such as in my case with my life and life-charts, what is called and labeled by me the MOUNTAINPEN, as the 'INTER-RELATIONSHIPS OF MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES', or the IRMP 4 a shorter abbreviated way of saying it; we will keep stuff here 4 right now, relatively simple, YO. Without lots of more complex stuff, such as combining the delta in these charts on both monthly, as well as annually, and all sorts of stuff, that without an advanced AI type of algarythm system; would take all night 2 get into and display; I merely use one more simple math-step here on those annual charts, and U can pretty much C at a quick glance, what I am doing, and how it is being mathematically calculated as a result; when I keep track of just how many days (times) a MP4B-number is what it is, until it alters from it; either up or down. That is what the 'X' stands 4, and so it just means 'TIMES', as in a multiplication. No real rocket science is involved when I quickly show U what is being done here. As stated, my 2023 RESISTANCE appears now 2B, 27X1%-MP4B. This was back approximately three months ago or so, just guessing. I have the older charts, but they R put away underneath lots of other more pressing issues. I simply don't need 2 access them right now, 4 the purposes of doing these very basic calculations, on me' twustworthy whittle Walmart eight dollar calculator device. 'TEE-HEE-HEE', as lovely Mizz Lilly Decarlo Munster would say, back somewhere in the middle freaking nineteen-sixties, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, SS!!!!!!!!!

Now I no sooner got up and started me whittle day, back last frikkin' evening SS; and all of DOGTOWN began rearing its ugly head all over me, and then kind sir; just what else is new, same old-same old, and same stuff on a different day, as the old expression goes; that I most certianly did 'NAUGHT' make up, 'Mizz Blake' from '1983', WEIN-SSDD? It began with a major computer LATTISAW BLACK HAT JACK ATTACK from all lovely 'STACEY'S EVERYWHERE', THROUGH THE WILD ILLUSIONS PERHAPS, OF SPACE-TIME-MIND, OR 4 SHORT; 'STM'. Then things rapidly progressed into negativity beyond belief, with all sorts of annoying things, with continued major hacking, and being absolutely messed with; and then just when I hoped that maybe my 'BOTBUR' would possibly B able 2B up-rated into a 1-2, or a 2-1 charted day, and avoiding my goddessdog 4^th BOTBAR in JULY so far; POW-BOOM, no such luck. It was just shy of half past nine, and another major NABE-ASSAULT STRUCK ME, with what I call the 'GUNSHOT ATTACK', where some prick is illegally shooting fireworks, right outside of me' trailer, & then jumps inside, so as 2 avoid my being able 2 actually catch the jerk off prick, and tell the CO-OP OFFCE just who is screwing with me ILLEGALLY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO 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 as 2 avoid my being able 2 actually catch the jerk off prick and tell the CO-OP OFFCE just who is screwing with me ILLEGALLY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YOYO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.

© MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2023.

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 where is Ciccy, Buffy, and Jody; oh great MISTER PURGATORIAL PIP???????

HEY SS, U WANTED 2C ME' LUNAR CALENDARS:

SATURDAY, JULY 8, 2023---11-200---JWSC

CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 5:5

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)

I will sign off 4 this day as I need 2 crash, and try and survive this horrendous death blow, delivered 2 me by who else but MACYFORCE-SPACEFORCE-SPAMMENIES OF THE GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL OF PURGATORY, OR THEIR EVIL ONE THIRD OF THIS GOVERNING BODY, KNOWN ASTRALLY, AS THE LAMBRIGG-CULT OF THE BRIGGBASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 27

5:25 Post Meridian, early Friday evening, July 7, 2023

JEWELLY WHITE'S SECOND CALENDAR DATE:

FRI-11-199

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

MMMMMMMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC

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 starting early evening of the 7^th day in July, of 2023, with a MAJOR COMPUTER BLACK HAT ATTACK ON ME, AND BOTBARING MY DAYS NOW 4 A TOTAL OF 3 STRAIGHT DAYS; 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.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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

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

HELP ME FBI---HELP ME ACLU---HELP ME SIR SWAP

Here is what is going down, at least in my limited computer knowledge opinion. When I came onto the internet, and this happens whenever these horrendous trucking hacks R there, I get a pop up rectangle next 2 my COMCAST one that is normal, something saying “Discovery” something or other, with letters following it such as CI or E, or weird junk in the title; and I always click-remove it, but the hacks remain. So please tell the FEDS 2 help me, and 2 look into this SS, thank U. I am losing my mother ******* mind YO!!

Also, the hackers crashed my computer and my office program, and also hacked off the beginning of my document which now, I will re-post, with some additional properly respelled words. WHAAAAAAAAAA, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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”!

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

MAJOR COMPUTER HACK AND 3^rd STRAIGHT BOTBAR FBI, HELP ME NON-GIBB GUYS

Am I a dickhead----Am I a dickhead----Am I a dickhead

Maybe I am the hugest dickhead on Planet Earth, SS, but I will soon B a vely vely vely NON COOLEY HALL BOB MCDOWELL-1972-wealthy dickhead. Thank U4 coming around 2C me lovely Diana-ZA. U-R the most beautiful purgatite on the entire ASTRAL PLANE, and your moon and your lightning late last night around midnight or so really kept me going. THANK-U so much me' awesome BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

5 PM 'BOM-BOB' BLOG-STATS ON 7-7-NON 15, BUT 2023

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WHAAAAAAAAAA-HA-AHA-AHA-AHA MCNULTY. SS; some peeps who read some of me' stuff over the years have asked me Y-I seemingly have had so much contact with the great ole' Irish folks? That's like asking me Y did one of those wonderful lovelies go one step further, in or out of the great future glens from across the Queen's pond; and magically, without any of me' leprahuns, bring the mighty FASCITAR into me' hands one day, in the early middle nineteen-seventies. How can I answer this or know this, SS? I am the product of being the hub of this entire simulation-gameogram, and that still doesn't entitle me or lovely 1980 Mizz Daniels from RPL, 2 know and understand all of it. 2 quote Curly and Mo Howard upon numerous occasions, “I'm the victim of circumstance”!!!!!!!!!!!

FBI, ENEMIES JUST FUCKING CRASHED MY COMPUTER WHEN I WENT 2 SAVE THIS DOCUMENT, BRINGING MY DAY 2 A BOTBUR TIMES 3, AND IF THIS DOES NAUGHT STOP, MAGGIE WILL DESTROY WHOEVER THIS IS THAT IS KILLING ME, AND IPYT oh great FED-DUDES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It seems that the newest persecution done 2 me is the STACEY LATTISAW JACK HACK BLACK HAT COMPUTER ASSAULT ATTACKS, or 4 short, the SLJHBHCA ATTACKING from none other than the SPACEFORCE-WOMO-SPAMMENIES of the poor pitiful pathetic Sir MOUNTAINPEN!

Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 26

12:05 AM, FRIDAY MORNING------11-199

OWC DATE------JULY 7, 2023

SS; as many of my reader-viewer-peeps know, this is sort of a magical day 4 me, and hopefully a better one; since the previous two now have been SUPER MOTHER TRUCKING TOTALLY BOTBAR 4 THE GODDESSDOG PATHETIC AND ABSOLUTELY PITIFUL WHITTLE SIR 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 YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO! THE SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES HAVE BEEN ON TRUCKING ME LIKE FLIES ON A HOT JULY DAY GARBAGE TRUCK, AND ON TOP OF THAT, SIR STAR TREK CHECKOFF SIR; IT IS ON A MAJOR ROLL 4 BEING HOT JULY DAYS, and maybe 2 keep in perfect step with the great 1980-Sir Stevie Wonder, and his wonderful 'Master Blaster' and 'Hotter Than July' record albums; as who can ever know or tell???????????????? Back in 2015, 8 years ago today, my lovely LIGHTNING and I were together at the SAINT LUCIE WALMART STORE, here in south-central-eastern Flower-Land, that is AKA Florida-USA. SHE was all over me, even allowing me 2 feel a slight tingle while walking through a ponding area nearby where me' car was parked. But this is naught Y this futhermucking letter-blog is being typed out 2U, SS, as U most likely have indeed guessed. Yes I walked out 2 me' mailbox when I went 2C if moonrise was happening yet, and if Diana was coming up. SHE did naught as of yet clear the building next 2 me' whittle trailer, where the office, the maintenance shop, poolroom, gymnasium and laundry area, are all situated next 2 a shuffleboard area and then the private pool as well. Soon, I know SHE will clear the building, and I will C me' lovely moon. But when I looked in me' mailbox, I saw that U had been by, and in your short note, U have requested me 2 tell another friend of yours more details concerning the night after Christmas, back in either late 2005 or 2006, as I forget which year; but over at Cifaloglio, where I died of that fatal heart attack, and yes; then told the quick story of this incident on several previously written blogs of my Morianity-BOM-project. But it seems that your pal wishes 2 learn the entire deal and maybe my prior blogs only gave a generalization 2 the story that early post-X-mas-morning at my security job. B4 we get into this, I will say that lots of major SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, to quote both my father as well as the latengrate Mizz Dawn-Marie King; happened over the past 2 days, turning them into real nasty-ass super mother ******* BOTBARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Today I had 4 major things. The first was not waking up until quarter past 2, and missing a phone-medical appointment that was scheduled 4 two of the clock. Lightning woke me up or I never would have awakened today at all, and I'll get 2 that story shortly later on SS. I have suffered some really major black hat computer hacking, a major neighborhood night noise assault, and besides several klutz-outs, and minor annoyances as well; there was yet another item of a slightly larger scale. This item is that some bastard somewhere seems 2 have MC-control (commandeering powers) over the BDC peeps (Blogger-dot-com), and R forcing them 2 screw with me. B4 they screwed with me by taking blogs down until I e-mailed them and complained that I had a right 2 know exactly what I said wrong, so that I can speak around it, and change it in order 2 repost, and so if they won't contact me humanly, and they won't; then unless they can tell me exactly what I said that is against their policy-guidelines, as opposed 2 merely providing their rediculous generic overall unspecific and absolutely non sussinct no-no lists; then I have the right 2 request that they B posted again, and have the peeps who complained investigated, since obviously it is them who in my blogs, I must B discussing, and they of course, would naught like that one wee whittle damn bit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Temporarily it seems, this problem has been recently eliminated, but I live day 2 day as U well know, and I expect nothing but endless miseries, woes, and suffering at the hands of these super sub scum-bag sticks from Earthly-Dogtown. Now the newest thing is messing with me' stats-count. How can I have a thousand hits on a day at 3 in the afternoon, and then 5 hours later on that same day at around 8 in the evening, have 1-HIT? Then, how can my comments go from '325', six or so weeks ago; down 2 an endlessly dwindling '315', or whatever the Dogtown it is now? Also, this count definitely drops at least one number with every single passing blog or day. I remember well, thinking back when it was reading 327 comments, and realizing that it was in the 330's just less than a month earlier; and then it seemed this decreasing progression grew wings, and began moving along the mathematical delta at a much quicker pace right after that, and then discussing it on me' upcoming blogs. Funny how the number of 3 to the power of 3 is involved in this mix as well, would U naught agree with me SS?????????? The only person who was onto this magical number was the great inventor, Sir Nicola Tesla, the dude that these present day electric-automobiles R named after. He stayed at a Manhattan hotel on the 27^th floor, in room number 33 or else it was on the 33^rd floor in room number 27. It was one or the other, and remember that DIANA, the Goddess of Lightning; is a gigantic coil on the ASTRAL PLANE, exactly 33 feet tall, if measured by Earthly standards. 3 to the power of 3 is the actual number of electricity, and this was TOLD 2 ME IN A POWERFUL 1984 DREAM, by this incredible coil, who came 2 me in this mind busting nocturnal experience, and SHE as LIGHTNING then struck the number 27 on the roulette layout, at the table that I was standing at, in some parallel universe GOLDEN NUGGET HOTEL-CASINO in ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG; and right after SHE threw a gorgeous colorful bolt of HER lovely lightning, right perfectly through the circle layout number 27; SHE spoke 2 me in a voice that I was able 2 actually catch on a cassette tape, twice only really once, and that is a tale that is just 2 wild 2 expect anybody 2 believe, but let me go on with HER telling me right after the strike on the #27, “That's my number little boy, number 27”. SS; I pray 2 the gods of Purgatory that I am permitted 2B both polygraphed as well as questioned under truth serum Sodium Pentathol, and tell all of these things, AND TOTALLY PASS MY TEST, in front of all the possible authorites that wish 2 attend the test!!!!!! This is precisely what SHE spoke 2 me, in a voice that I had forgotten about 4 a solid dozen years, and then 4 years later, I would go on 2 actually hear it again through my telelphone, while living in my Central Avenue, Moorestown, NJUSAESMWG address, from 1988, through the first half of 1989; only SHE spoke something differently on the tape, and in the wild dreaming experience She said what SHE said concerning HER MAGICAL NUMBER-27. I know that the damn government knows this entire story, and it is of course being a trillion times more powerfully covered up, than all that stupid nonsensical UFOLOGY junk that is floating around the world out there, SS. The great UNITED STATES © COPYRIGHT OFFICE KNOWS ABOUT IT, AND HAS A COPY OF THE TAPE, as well as me saying my little statement and proclamation 2 the public world, concerning Mister Franklin. So just Y would Mia Berrios, or 'whatever BOB'; wanna' play that tape that I had long lost of course, over a telephone 2 me, back one day in 1988??????????? I learned zillions of frucking eons ago SS, that nothing ever has 2 make sense. Does the Astral Salvation Game make sense? It is a game, and the gods love games, and they love them so that they can distract their attentions away from the beyond hellishness of ENDLESSNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have told this totally outlandish true tale 2 this world so many goddessdog times, SS; that it is literally coming out of me' frucking eardrums, oh sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jesus Christ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now if I were the wonderful and awesome Mizz Theresa Pennock, back in 1973; I would need 2 alter that to, “JESUS GOD, BRUCIE”!!!!!!!! Do I have quite a life SS, or do I NAUGHT----A????????????????? I am still worn out from wrestling with my strong cousin Donald in the park that day, and can still feel me'self covered up and actually buried half alive in lots of dropped leaf foliage. WOW THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So let me now tell U what your pal wants me 2 concerning the early morning of my demise at the Cifaloglio Transfer Station guard-post, outside of Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG following Christmas day.

I have a feeling that the reason this person wishes 2 hear this, is because of me' recent discussions concerning the pulsar star that I named back in me' Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG days, “Hydroglacia”. This is sort of a 'best possible translation' from Astral, into Earth-English matter world reality; of what I truly believe is happening 2 me with this celestrial body or actually, its (CXC) TRUTH. Its energetic conversion, or what it truly actually really is, and not stuck in some mortal realm's limited physicality and rationality. What happened 2 me in Mike's apartment in 2017, first happened 2 me shortly after this incident where I died on the job from a fatal coronary thrombosis. A HUUUUUUGE and crash-level flying chopper all lit up with ten brilliant flashing colors, and strobbing all over the place like there was no goddessdog tomorrow; flew right over where I was sitting in my car and doing my security guarding duty, at this Transfer-Station locale called Cifaloglio, later 2B bought out shortly after I left both there and New Jersey forever, by the famous 2 those who R in the trash-bizz, “Waste Management”. We all C those initials on many dumpsters where we throw our trash and recyclables out at the curbs each week. At Jenny Plageman's 'MMM-trailer park' where I lived, we originally had the 'Cifaloglio' dumpster, and now I can only imagine that they have one that reads, 'WM'. Now I was all alone there, and along comes this crash level chopper like nothing I had ever seen B4, appearing a wee bit like Trump's high speed super whirleybird, only I think that this was way more incredible a machine than even Cuzz-Trump's whittle toy. I should know, SS; I have been stalked by it on numerous ocassions, naught even counting the time in 2009 at his Plaza Hotel, when I was there with the GREAT WASHCLOTH FAMILY of all non-Lazarus 'Star Trek' shows, with name-changed TITLES. Once it was called, “But What of Lazarus”, and now it has a new title name with something like, “The Alternative Factor”, or some similar name, so don't freaking quote me pweeeeeeeeeze!!!!!! So moving on with this gigantic chopper, and it does lead into the heart attack night, so just keep on reading SS. It hovered right over me' car at me' job 4 at least three minutes, just screwing with me; and it wiped out my car radio clock and car battery, as neither of them worked right ever again after that, and later, I did have 2 reset my clock on it; and also, the wrist-watch on me' left hand needed a reset also, as it was completely off the correct time; and as a direct result of this major SPACEFORCE ASSAULT ON ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Finally when this thing flew slowly off, it headed due north right into the town of Hammonton. It then slowly climbed in altitude as it gained distance from me, and in about two minutes or so it seemed 2 just absolutely stop dead in the sky, and still blinking lots of flashy and strobing brilliant colors; that were all visible from miles away at my job post. Then it just never left where it seemed 2 freeze at, and about a half hour later, I suddenly became aware that this was not a chopper, but it was that BRIGHT FLASHING PULSAR STAR THAT I RECENTLY HAD BEEN OBSERVING ON MANY NIGHTS. This star from that point on was a star, the one I always C in the futhermucking sky and still do, 2 this vely day SS. I watched it throughout my entire work shift, and sure enough; it climbed higher, and it zenithed in the night sky, and was there all night long, BUT, and I do mean BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, and no STARBURN-BUTTERCHEESE INVOLVED HERE, OR BIG ASS BUTTS EITHER; WHITE, BROWN, BLACK, OR PINK!!!!!! YES, BUT; without involving any movies or Ricktofarious names with octoastral-meaning significances involved whatsoever from back in 2007 and 2009; this PULSAR STAR was naught a star, at the start of that event; and go ahead, polygraph me, sodium Pentothol me, do whatever U wanna' do 2 me, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, BRRRRRRRR! I am here 2 tell U that this was originally, AN INCREDIBLE HELICOPTER and it turned into THAT STAR, that shortly thereafter I named and blogged about, “Hydroglacia”!!!!!!!!! It seemed 2 me that this 'Cifaloglio joint' was some wild focal point 4 inducing numerous astral-activity, and many times, 'Sarah' would come 2 me there, after magically putting me 2 sleep 4 short time durations; and then many things happened, but the most mind destroying event was what your pal wants me now 2 get into SS; so let me impart this detailed information 4 him, and anyone else at all, who may B remotely interested in these wild and true tales from straight out beyond Dogtown's gates! Shortly following this MAGICAL-DREAM-CONTROLLING-PULSTAR-STAR-HYDROGLACIA made its FIRST CONTACT with the Mountainpen, and if memory serves me correctly, just shy of the time that I began my blogs in January of 2006, and approximately 12 DAYS AFTER the event; unless of course I am mixing up the years of '05 and '06, and this was naught until oh-six; but if it was indeed 2005, on the day following X-MAS; it would B roughly 12 days B4 the MORIANITY BIBLE ON INTERNET, WAS 2 BEGIN; and perhaps was a time visitation, but we will leave all of this right there 4 now. So it was close 2 six in the morning, and I was in me' car and parked near the transfer station, perhaps a dozen yards or so from the truck entrance into it. 4 the past day or 2, I was feeling way under the weather, and my heart was giving me lots of trouble from major stress, major death siege from the WOMO; and then working the swing shift in a manner of speaking, as I worked nights on weekends, yet kept a day schedule during the week and that rescheduling can B gruesome 2 the physical health and body of even young and healthy peeps, and I was older and naught so damn healthy any more, from a life of super Earthly-Dogtown due 2 the SPACEFORCE-WOMO-SPAMMENIES that I was enduring 4 decades even back then in the middle twenty-oh's. On top of this, I was trying 2 stay awake, and on medication that makes peeps quite drowsy; and all of this all combined together, and it was a recipe 4 a heart event. I was having nasty arythmias, and suddenly I drifted off 2 sleep and five minutes later, and being parked right next 2 this stupid loud machinery; I was jolted awake by the activation of this device that was set 2 go on without fail seven days a week 365 days a year, at several minutes shy of 6 AM. It was an illegal system, 2 but we won't get into that; as all owners of small outfits 4 the very most part, R 100 percent total crooked scum-bags and I know SS. I worked 4 dozens of them in one capacity or another. This device was supposed 2 help the illegal workers from South America who separated trash-items in the transfer station, have better quality air 2 breathe, and it is 2 complex 2 get into just how 'cheapskate Sir Delmo Cifalogli' broke the law, and saved money on his power bill by running the system so that the clock would show the proper amount of time; only it is cheaper if the station was closed down, so who cared if the workers ended up with black lung, if he could save 2 or 3 hundred bucks monthly on electricity? He sure didn't give a damn ass hoot pollute, and this damn machine shouldn't have even turned on at that ungodly time, literally killing me that morning, by shocking my already poor rythmed heart, beyond what it could handle. Suddenly, pow; I am standing outside of me' car, and saw me' body inside and slumped over the goddessdog steering wheel, as I was totally dead and gone. It was a mind bending thing 2C and witness, SS. Suddenly I remember thinking, “Well, I'm dead, and all my problems R over; so I will now 'just will myself' right into the great capitol city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal”. I no sooner said that 2 myself when pow, my astral body zoomed right through what would never B able 2B told properly in any human world word system, as the words R just not there 2 express it. Take those movies where we C the warping tunnels such as that movie with lovely Helen Hunt when she visits her father in her mind, but never leaves the 'launch pad at NASA', and literally multiply this by a million. That is alI I can say, and that ain't saying squat, IPYT SS!!!!! I fully remember being in the capitol city, and with my SSJKK; but my conscious mind refuses 2 let me decode one small bit of it, because it was so beyond incredible and mind busting, a trilion times frikkin' over! Then pow, I am suddenly standing outside of a West Atlantic City McDonalds, and I walked into the place and I sat down at a table, and suddenly I was with several peeps, and the story is way 2 HUUUUUUUUUUGE 2 try and tackle in full, on this one tiny blog-tale. Frank callio, the brother of Sarah Karge's granddaughter, so the grandson of my lovely 1896 born Sara J. Karge, as she spelled her Christian name without the 'H' letter; was sitting there with some other peeps, and we were all talking about my recently written song from 1998 called, “ATLANTIC QUEEN”, © 1998 Morianity Tunes, C my © sheet on my previous blogs. Frank Callio was telling me that his friend in New York City, wanted me 2 go and C her, and she was an audition and repotorie employee at a major record label, and that she was considering contacting me 2 buy the song 4 one of their artists 2 sing; and that I need 2 go there, and 2 bring her a large boukey of roses and other lovely flowers. The whole damn thing was right out of left field, SS, but it was no dream, it was a real true ASTRAL PROJECTION, and I was physically dead at the time, right there in my car rotting away into stinking maggots!!!!!!!!!!!! After I was talking 4 some time with Callio and the others there with us at this Mickey-D joint, I was instantly back at Cifaloglio; and standing right where I was B4 the astral-trip, next 2 my car, and looking right in at my dead body that was all slumped over the steering wheel. I then happened 2 look off 2 my right and facing the transfer station. I then realized that there was a white sports car inside of the place, and nobody was allowed 2 drive a car into the transfer station, but there it was. I walked over, astrally, and approached the car. It was Sarah Callio, and the granddaughter of Sara J. Karge. She rolled down the window and it was freezing cold that morning, and was 2 hours or so shy of sunrise, the day after Christmas. We got talking about the icy cold day, and then she told me that if I wish 2 get warm, simply 2 walk over 2 the other side of the warehouse, and she meant 2 say of course, the transfer station, but those were her exact words, as 2 me, this was five hours ago, not nearly two decades; and it is as clear in me' mind, as a blue skied warm sunny day. I walked over as she told me 2 do, and sure enough, instantly it was warm and toasty with no sign of winter time at all. I looked back and she was gone and so was her white sports car. I then proceeded 2 walk out of the transfer station altogether, and as I did, it no longer was dark outside, nor icy cold; but rather it was warm, and at least an hour past sunrise. Two truck drivers were there and talking about sports, and the game from the previous night with the Philadelphia Flyers Hockey Team; and how some bozo on the team screwed up a play that cost them the game, and that after that, the game went all kaplooyey, and then they got completely slaughtered after that. Then I heard one of them say that the season would B over, and there were only a few games until the playoffs 4 the Stanley Cup. Where I had just been, it was early in the winter time, and no where near the middle or late spring time; but here, I was in that following spring, astrally still, of course. I then observed that my car was in the same position that I died in, still parked there, and that it would B in the way if I couldn't get it out of there, so I walked over towards it, and as I did, my mind told me, “Oh no, how can I move it if I am only a ghost body”? Then I came right up 2 the car, and expecting fully 2C my dead body, only nothing was inside. Then in the most amazing deal of my entire life, I was suddenly in some quick flash dual located situation where half of me was outside the car and half of me was inside of it!!!!!!!!!! Then a second or two later, pow; I was sitting in the car, and seemingly had never died at all, and my once-bad heart, was absolutely repaired, and I felt absolutely marvelously wonderful, as if nothing had ever happened. I of course drove it 2 where I needed 2B at that time and closer 2 the front gate, and away from the 'warehouse' as Sarah called it; but let me examine this and compare it with a great super biblical tale that happened with our LORD JESUS CHRIST. Remember how HE told the fisherman who had a lousy catch one day, 2 go back out into the waters of Gallilee again, and 2 throw the nets on the 'other side of the boat', and then they had the greatest fish-catch of their lives???????????? Sarah Callio told me while I was in my ghost-body, “Go over 2 the 'other side' of the warehouse, if I wish 2 get warm”!!!!!!!!!!

Now SS, here R my 'MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES 4 BOTBAR', 4 BOTH THE MONTH OF JULY, AS WELL AS THIS HORRENDOUS DAMN ASS 2023 DEVIL YEAR OF DOGTOWN:!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2023 ANNUAL MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:

DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B

6/28--------179-------50----------------------28

6/29--------180-------50----------------------28

6/30--------181-------51----------------------28

7/1----------182-------51----------------------28

7/2----------183-------52----------------------28

7/3----------184------52-----------------------28

7/4----------185------52-----------------------29

7/5----------186------53-----------------------28

7/6----------187------54-----------------------29

JUNE-JULY MONTHS MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:

DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B

6/28--------28-------5----------------------18

6/29--------29-------5----------------------17

6/30--------30-------6----------------------20

7/1------------1-------0------------------------0

7/2------------2-------1----------------------50

7/3------------3-------1----------------------33

7/4------------4-------1----------------------25

7/5-----------5--------2----------------------40

7/6----------6--------3-----------------------50

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!!!!

SHERIFF KEN MASCARA OF SL COUNTY-FLORIDA-USA,

THIS IS A MAJOR-MAJOR-MAJOR MOTHER *******

RED ALERT

FBI; my SPACEFORCE SPAMMENYHACKERS R on me worse than ever EVER-EVER-EVER-EVER, violating my runt chewing constitutional and civil rights, and it is worse than ever ever ever ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I found myself in this horrible parallel universe where my double was living in this Public Housing Building, and it was completely different in architecture. I was in what Morianity labels as “DISTANT Hyperspace” as well. This is known right away when circumstances are not only way different, such as the layout of the apartment, completely different maintenance men working here, and on top of that Mister Palvo 1986 Whales Check-Off of STAR TREK; slit that goes down is beyond off the wall, and it can range from being skit that never would happen in more localized hyperspace, also as Morianity labels it, does in fact happen there; and it all seems to be totally within some 'new normal' system of life-boundaries. All of this will come quite clear as I now illustrate the nightmare in full colorized vivid ass detail. Maintenance peeps had come over to my apartment and were insisting that at my own expense, I put up curtains over my three windows. This was bad enough, but they wanted it done immediately, and gave me absolutely no explanation whatsoever for their reasoning. I had ordered a computer from some discount place in New York City, and was awaiting its arrival, while all of this was going on. This total quirk off large sized maintenance man was out in the hallway with other coworkers of his, and all sorts of slit was going on that I was totally clueless about; and these things are about the only goddamn thing that I can recognize from right here in 'WAKING WORLD' life. I am just as clueless to skit all around me here, so that was one of those nothing new at all kind of happenings, Mister Vam-Marcucci Von-Count-Sir, from autumn of 1969, in historic and illustrious Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG. Yes the one time that the great PRESS did mention my existence without ever saying my name, was when they called me in the Philadelphia Inquirer Newspaper in 1971, “The student from Haddonfield, New Jersey” when referencing the Pennsylvania high school in Lower Merion, near my Aunt and Uncle's Narberth, PAUSAESMWG home, on Greentree Lane, and how I was taking the summer-school-course there, and was the most distant student, but that many did in fact come from out of the area. But someone somewhere as far back as 1971 made absolutely sure that my name was never ever mentioned in the press media systems, or the OTHER-PMS if I can tell a quick little 'laughy-joke' here on Harrah's Casino's advertising billboard, in the eighties, with a joke as always, ON ME. They were taunting and teasing me concerning my 153-day trip to a parallel world, or to “another Atlantic City”, oh boy, Star Trek Lasserrus and President Trump, for crying out louder than what????????? Well peeps; this will get real mother trucking good now, so 'pweeeeeeze' STACEY-TUNED EVWEEBWUDDY, and you too Mister Elmer Fwwudd. WOW 'big O', are the doors beginning to really mother ducking kick up around here, since I opened up this blog; and right on time, just as I said!!!!!!!!! ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ, WOW, that lovely special LAKEHOUSE-LIGHTNING, but please Roger Sir, no magical time letters???????????

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SS; C HOW SOMEBODY AT BDC IS SCREWING WITH ME? I JUST CAPPED THIS STATS PAGE INTO MY SYSTEM AT A FEW MINUTES PAST 8 ON THIS THURSDAY EVENING, JULY THE SIXTH, AND I HAVE ONE HIT ON THE DAY, AND WE ALL KNOW THAT YESTERDAY HAD CLOSE 2 A THOUSAND; AND MY COMMENTS COUNT NUMBER GOES DOWN EVERY SINGLE DAY, NOW SHOWING UP AS ONLY 311. IT WAS AROUND 330, BACK AROUND A MONTH AGO, AND THEN SUDDENLY IT WAS THE ELECTRICAL NICKY TESLA NUMBER OF 327, AND I MENTIONED THIS BACK THEN. IT IS DROPPING LOWER EVERY DAY, SO WE KNOW SOMEONE IS PLAYING SOME PINK-GAMER STUFF WITH THE OLE' MOUNTAINPEN, HUH SIR-SWAP?????????

A MAJOR NABE-ENEMY ASSAULT ALSO STARTED ON ME THE VELY RUCKING SECOND THAT I CLICKED ONTO ME' STATS-PAGE ON ME' GODDESSDOG BDC-DASHBOARD PAGE-SYSTEM. MAJOR ILLEGAL AND CLOSE 2 ME' FUTHERMUCKING TRAILER FIREWORKS R GOING OFF AROUND ME, AND IT IS TIME 2 DROP INTO THE CO-OP OFFICE 2 COMPLAIN AGAIN TOMORROW MOURNING, YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND I DID NAUGHT MISSPELL the WORD MOURNING, AND THE 'U' LETTER MOST DEFINITELY CANNOTES MISERY AND SORROW, JUST AS the MACY-SPACEFORCE ENDLESSLY PERPETRATES THEIR WICKED DISEASED HELLISHNESS ON ME 2 CAUSE THIS HORROR OF ABSOLUTELY QUINTESSENTIAL MAGNATUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The days of the Haddonwood swimming pool were a story beyond a story SS; and U only know a quick flashy gloss over tale, but it connects into how anyone on this Earth can actually B able 2 fly someday, and I don't dare tell U more now. After I am a billionaire, and have money 4 a powerful bodyguard, and security force, 2 look after me; then I'll tell it all, and I mean I WILL TELL IT ALL, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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''!

JEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE SURFER FONTY!

Oh lovely 1999 Helen Zabriskie, “SHE GOT ME GOUUUUUUUUD”!

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”.

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

SHERIFF KEN MASCARA AND STEVE WALGREEN'S PARKS:

THIS IS A MAJOR-MAJOR-MAJOR MOTHER *******

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

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!

Blogs from 2006-2009 can all B archived 4 time stamped proofs

Card counters will relate totally 2 what I now have 2 say here. If U marry a wild person with mood swings, and is extremely bi-polar 2 the point that even the quill and all other sike-meds have little significant value 4 normalizing and or stabilizing the patient’s condition, and let us now 4 sake of this example say that U-R like I am, into charting things, and U learn that this difficult dangerous spouse has on average 3 seriously bad days out of each ten, only it balances out after 50 or 100, and is not that simple 2 count 3 out of a 10 day period, subtract good days, and then know about how many more OK days R remaining B4 the next bout of 30% is due; but say that U eventually pretty much have it computed and can know when sort of a spell of good or bad times is just ahead. Now, U can know this as U have the problem, and have gone 2 great measures 2 calculate the formula, so that U can indeed start recognizing expectable mood patterns and behaviors, and thus B braced 4 them as well as being extra ready 2 deal with the situation; right B4 it just snaps up into your face, and catches U unprepared. Now compare yourself with say friends and family members of this difficult spouse of yours, that come to visit, B it occasionally or frequently. They walk into your home with no idea of anything except 4 the knowledge that indeed the person is difficult, and will upon occasion, snap and make everybody totally miserable, but there is no real way 2 know or predict the when’s. This ability is simply not available, hence, they simply take their chances, as they R playing so 2 speak a cosmic game here, within the grander scheme cosmic game that continuously surrounds and is integrally a part of all of us frail poor humans, as they choose 2 come over 4 a visit. But U on the other hand, R living in one long part of this cosmic game, and have the mathematics 2 it basically plotted out in a trustworthy statistical manner. This is what I was referring 2 regarding being able 2 cheat at gambling, by keeping track of all of the numbers say at roulette that ever come up 4U while UR at tables, and then reducing this 2 a formula where U indeed can with real honest trusted reliability, B able 2 return 2 a following game and know which 4 or 5 or so numbers out of the 38, that will have a much higher than the 38:1 chance for each coming out, as this would B your real odds if U were not charting and playing ONE-LONG-RUN-PLAY-GAME. All of life is no different. It all works this way, and as Gawky says, is totally Y the Gawnum works and exists, and is taught as a basic beginners course at the Teck-Bay Mystery School of the Province of Olympia on the Astral Plane.

Here is a little bit more about what mortals feel more comfortable with in wordage, the DREAM-CHANNEL. Maybe cable TV will get an idea here, as many ideas get used, and I do not really care; but I am not referring here 2 a television channel and having one dedicated to the research of dreams and dreaming, etcetera. What I am talking about is the way U remember what happens in non waking human world interactions that U use your PHYSICAL BODY in order 2 have, as opposed 2 your DREAMS or starry or spiritual, or glorified, or phantom, or ghost, or ASTRAL body in order 2 have, Rose Shakespeare, UR wearing me out this moUrning!!!!!!! Ever since the inception of my ‘problem’ with ‘Otamm-MO’ in the middle nineteen eighties, should I have Major Astral Interactive Waking World Return Memories, I will shorten and abbreviate this 2 an abridged, [MAIWWRM], or we can more easily from now on refer to a pronunciation of a new Poor Richard-Russell word I will now create, called MAYWORM. I will B harping on mayworm so let us create this word now and then B done with it, but I will indeed from time 2 time remind people what MAYWORM is and means, not 2 worry, fret, sweat, or Congressman Greatvoice Whatever Andrews. Wow, tell me the Briggers and I do not have an astral world connection-BIG TIME, go ahead. Roseanne Cash sure knows it, she may not have understood it when she sang her 1981 song, but if she reads these Elmer-Bwogs, she sure does now. There is a very good explainable reason YI am so connected 2 the EW. Let us all go out and purchase a Hyundai, I mean really, DERR, DUHH!!!!!!!!! Back on the mayworm point, 4 now if permitted. So after my persecution nightmare started up upon returning from the 5 month interactive nightmare with Donna Summer in Harrah Sarah’s other Atlantic City, where do U think they got that idea, B real, come on? Aniwho, MC, MC, and all other non-MC’s, this was shortly after the August of 1986 nightmare, somehow heard on my power drained FBI, PK-TODD telephone by powerful Scott Ransom Disgruntled People, or [SRDP] as they will B future referenced 2 in another new abbrev, remember my hiding the bug in my car in the ‘88 year, and the story where this Jersey lisenced Real Estate broker told me the wild thing and not the sixties girl? So moving on MCANMC’s, this dream channel Billy Mahoney of the FLATLINERS MOVIE thing is very real, and they must have heard me and Dave Roth on the phone as we often discussed all of this and heard many an illegal click click tap tap. Since moving here, I lose dial tone and cannot make outgoing calls many times, as well as no one can make incoming calls 2 me nor leave any voicemail messages, and next week I am complaining 2 Verizon 4 the 3rd time, and if this problem does not get rectified, my letter will B off into the United states mail system 2 the PUC or Public Utilities Commission, I am very tired of 25 years or so of these continuous trucking utilities games, Gaines Callio Snotters.

When I went 2 JFK Airport in Queens New York, I felt a powerful force all around me a week ago Tuesday or 12 days back on 9/9/8. Today ends summer, thank the gods, and Goddess Scylla Jehovah Herself began my summer this year with a cosmic big bang, and wow has this been a lulu of a summer. Jesus Christ All Mighty. The power I felt was touched on blogs ago in earlier Morianity, and is called the Jessup Force. I feel it around Trenton and Princeton, and then anywhere near the borderline of Queens and LINY. A mentally challenged individual can CY. Wilson Jessup was talked about, and his family knew the great Carlos Allende or Carl Allen 4 short, and their relative was murdered by the Millionth Council. They put him in a mild trance with a hypnotic transmitter and told him 2 start up his car in his garage and lay in the seat and die, and he did, it is all in books only not explained as it is here, regarding the BERMUDA-TRIANGLE. I almost got raped by a giant employee that fell 4 me at the airport, she scared the hell out of me, but I will admit that she was a major beauty queen. I have no interest at all any more, my life is 2 serve the All Mighty, and then hopefully soon thereafter, 2B released from this awful prison that U all call life and love so dearly, 4 reasons that my mind is incapable of starting 2 fathom and conceive of. The drive in New York’s rush hour traffic was putrid and hell. I got through it, but when I got home, Mariah was with me all night long in my ‘dreams’, and I cannot blog details, she said if I do she will personally come over and kick my butt. She said this in the dreams, but so did Lottery-Cat say the winning number back in the autumn of the ‘80 year, and sure enough, the next day, out it came in a digit-box, just as Gawky said that it would, so I will shut up. Just this week, she also said that I would C her today. I woke up scared, and took Dawn Tuesday 2 Atlantic City, and on the way back she wanted 2 stop at the Pleasantville Rent-A-Center store, and no sooner were we in there, when the entire wall of large screen plasma televisions, filled the entire left side of the store room, with who else, while they all were tuned 2 some VH1 or MTV type of music channel, who else, as she said, “tomorrow U will C me, yes I sure did just as U said I would, beautiful Queen Mariah. I have a lot more 2 say. Motor Cycles and planes and noise is all over, not quite as bad as yesterday and Friday was bad but not as bad as Thursday. My blogging scares these murk coughs, and I have not even begun yet, not a small start, so just know that, and worry, ya damn slobs. You’ll all get yours, and it will B accomplished without my having 2 break any laws or ordinances.

End Transmission:

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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 will 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 lousy rotten songs out there, that R absolutely completely 100 percent 2020-year, MEANINGLESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was struck hard when I tried opening 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 extremely bad all day long, and is 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 heart arythmia's and a general overall queasy feeling that they cause me off and on 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; and 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.

MMMMMMMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC

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.

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 6^th of July Thursday date now; and this is an off the scale major persecution death attack all day long, and all because of 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!!! 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 that I 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-20^th 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 already 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 2 egotistical 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 lines 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 reading these words; then simply contact peeps who R part of Amway Distributors, and organizational selling groups that work on various types 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 99.9999999% 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 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:

FRIDAY, JULY 7, 2023---11-199---JWSC

CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 4:5

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 yet another compensation, and AKA a bunt-phlegm-nation of me' wonderful and lovely FIVE GROUPINGS, astrally said, 'groupations'. This is partly due 2 not being able 2 make lots of filler pages 2 later on become deleted, since my delete key has also been recenlty major ass hacked by my 'WOMO-SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES', SS, AND FBI!!!!!!!!

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 what 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!!!!!!!!!!!

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 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 5^th, 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.

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.

55555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555

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 circular, 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 3^rd damn grade; the lovely jet black gorgeous Esther Pinkston!

I know that the world of 5^th 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 5^th morning in this 7^th 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!!!!!!!!

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 4^th 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 anything 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 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 21^st 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 22^nd 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!!!!!

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

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.

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!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh lovely 1999 Helen Zabriskie, “SHE GOT ME GOUUUUUUUUD”!

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''!

JEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE SURFER FONTY!

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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's 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!!!!!!!!

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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?????

MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.

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 4^th 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.

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.

Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 22

JWSC-TUE-11-196-3:34 AM-EDST

OWC-JULY 4^th HOLIDAY DAY, EARLY TUESDAY MORNING

IN THE YEAR OF 2023

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 21^st 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 YEAERS, 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 22^nd LB 2U. Bye-bye.

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!!!!!

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

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.

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”.

Oh lovely 1999 Helen Zabriskie, “SHE GOT ME GOUUUUUUUUD”!

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''!

JEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE SURFER FONTY!

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Portland, OR 97204

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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.

http://youtu.be/OUZktdjy2w0

http://youtu.be/qF1dRiqrR1Y

http://youtu.be/Ik6tx63lVEI

http://youtu.be/PBEO0PgA1mY

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http://youtu.be/VqPXUOuPgKk

http://youtu.be/dMKCldqkoHw

http://youtu.be/V01iOLbL72k

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.

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, 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!!!!!!!!

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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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Hay YO, I'm just asking?

WOW-WOW-WOW-SUPER WOW 2 IT ALL; HUH----SS?????

MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.

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 4^th 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.

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.

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 4^th 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.

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:

THIS IS A MAJOR-MAJOR-MAJOR MOTHER *******

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

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!

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

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