I NEVER ESCAPED CAPTAIN PICARD'S HELL BOX IN 2301
CHAPTER 15
6:53 AM, Wednesday, August 2, 2023
JWSC: WED-11-225
Yes I screwed up and said 214 rather than 224 on JWSC date on my lunar calendar a couple of blogs back, & must have hit me' 'one' key, which is right next 2 me' 'two' key, YO. Several items need 2B noted here. Then we can get 2 the meat and the heart of the most current issue, being, me' blogging project which is either gonna' B discontinued or merely used endlessly 4 me' own records and may remain publicly accessible, and I will get into the details after we get some opening junk out of the 'damn ass' way here, oh wonderful and awesome Captain Kirk, sir. My entire life is one big ass HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE error, and so in truth, WEIN-SOSO-SSDD? I had some light aerial harassment the day B4 yesterday, Monday, while out on me' short errands, planes and chemtrails all over the place, and it started with the moon-set and a big gigantic ugly chemtrail right nearby DIANA's lovely moon. I knew then around between 3 and 5 in the moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, that this would persist as the day then continued on, a pattern that normally follows through, oh kind lads and lassies, or just how kind? We R gonna' B getting into this, and is Y this blogger must decide either 2 close up shop here once and 4 all, or just use this 4 me' own purposes, and then, whoever comes up here 2 glance and or poke fun or 'whatever', me ole' music-associate and semi-pal from me' distant past, Mister Bob Andrews, that is merely a side situation that no longer will ever have one wee bit of importance 2 the Mountainpen, YO BRAH! U-C, I am pretty sure that other than 4 maybe 2-4 peeps reading me, and one of them being an admitted follower; the others R either USA-Federal Agents, Foreign Agents, and the remainder of them connected and part of the peeps of the orbits surrounding the 2 peeps mostly discussed in this Morianity blog, the MACY CLUB, without Martha. Recently my audience again, has dried up, and also again, during Trump's major legal hassles, and several of those in his orbit recently indicted in Federal courts with numerous federal charges. The one way I could absolutely know that I am correct here would B if anything, god forbid, happened 2 me' daughter. Still, I am perdy-dern good with common sense and normally am right about stuff that I only have me' own intuition 2 go on and use. I feel completely confident and positive here when I say that 99 percent of what I call me' Blogaudians, R all in the orbits of either Trump or Carey, and them personally as well. All anyone has 2 do is confirm the Google-Time-Stamped dates on posted-CAPPED junk that I am sending up 2 the BDC, and C how stuff in their personal lives corresponded perfectly every single time and over nearly 2 decades now, and that the blog postings came FIRST EVERY TIME, and then were followed by incidents from THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It IS ABSOLUTELY AND ENTIRELY INDISPUTABLE folks, and U all know it, but then here I go, what folks, I am only double talking here, am naught, Mizz 1983 AT&T Blake, mah'm? So my game plan is not all that complex, and 'sticking 2 it', is my greatest frikkin' challenge here; just as many of me' viewing Blogaudians may know only 2 damn ass well by now. My moods change and so does my life, and as James T. Burr knew decades ago in the late disco years of the seventies, “one week with me is an eternity”, and that's a quote, Adam Schiff; the “L&O” Adam Schiff that is. When so much happens per week in a person's damn ass life folks, well, it is vely hard 2 maintain a game plan as well as a mood pattern and thus decisions R more difficult 2 make and keep 2 them. Yes peeps, U ain't imagining that about me 4 one damn ass minute, Kirk ole' boy, and Harry Mudd, and Saga Kings; and all possible etcetera's from 'L&O's' Arnold 2 Zachary, AKA from A-Z. Yes, my new decision is simple and I am gonna' try 2 weelwee stick 2 it, Mister Fwudd. I am going 2 use my blogs as an emotional release, a hope that via SWIS and similar concepts and systems, the future will B way more interested in viewing my 'TALES FROM ED' (EARTHLY-DOGTOWN), and then; it does make a nice memory-journal 4 me, especially as I age and go onto develop memory associated problems, that all humans who live long enough must indeed face, and try and deal with in whatever best ways that they R able 2 do, YO. WOW-THIS! So as 4 the comments count forever dwindling from at least 2 me' best recent 2023 recollections, down from around 335 comments, 2 presently as of yesterday August the first, 286 comments; when and if it reaches TOTAL 'GOOSE GROSS EGGS'-'NADA'-'ZIP'-'ZILCH'-'NON-ZENO-ZERO' and s o forth, I will have a nice little PROOF-PACKAGE 2 add 2 all of me' other stuff against the WOMO-SPACEFORCE-SPAMMENIES and how they endlessly R screwing up every single facet and part of me' entire life ever since I left the COOLEY HALL Bancroft Special-Education School in late January of 1973. It will just B one more thing in me' packet of evidence against the WOMO 4 me 2 someday use against them in this nightmare mess being perpetrated against the innocent pathetic and pitiful non-Ronstadt Mountainpen, YO BRRRRRR!
Now if there is another HIGHLIGHT HACK ON THIS BLOG, I will then stop using my PINK-COLOR, as 'the hackers have obviously done something 2 me system', where upon using the pink color font, it seems 2B causing this highlight hack a lot, especially when using it on the Jewelly White calendar date, & with an underline below it. We will C what happens when this blog posts since I tried doing it again at the blog's frikkin' opening, as U all can plainly ass C, YO! So me' newest game plan is 2 just keep muddling on as stated in this earlier blog, and using it 4 me' own purposes and not caring one way or the other about one damn ass thing, and then, later on I can use this COMMENTS-COUNT deal, in a COURT OF LA, against my WOMO enemies, as I cannot seemingly do one thing 2 get this injustice stopped, now can I, oh wonderful FBI, YO YO YO YO YO YO?????????????? Also, I am gonna' run a major powerful quantum dynamics experiment with me; so-called MAGICAL WOMO-ROULETTE NUMBERS situation. I will begin, just as I do with me' MP4B, post me' paper-games onto me' whittle ass bwogs, YO BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-THIS. If suddenly AFTER POSTING, it stops working 4 me after 30 SOLID YEARS, as I began noticing and playing with this way back while residing at lovely Mizz Patty Meeker's Gibbsboro 'joint', Mister WINN; and that was around this time or even earlier in the spring somewhere, back in the year of 1993. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! So this also is part of me' multiple-staged newest MSGP (GAME-PLAN). So things will run now without me' giving a thought 2 anyone else in the entire world, and I will operate here now as if I literally am the only person left on the Earth after some gargantuan nuke-disaster, just as back in that awesome late 1983 movie, “Is anybody out there, anybody at alllllllll”? 2 this day I remember my mom and I watching that show at 506 Robin Hill Apartments, and repeating that radio message, 4 weeks 2 each other, and giggling over it. 'WO' Mister Billy Summer of Love 2000 NAUGHT 1969 Harner, 'WO', and yes, lovely Block Party Summer of 1994 cereal commercial tween girl. I can only imagine what that goddess grew up 2 look like, mister Harner, 'WO'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This stupid frucking 'OPEN OFFICE PROGRAM' CRASHES MANY TIMES, WHEN ATTEMPTING 2 ADD 2 THE DICTIONARY, ANY 2-LETTER WORDS, such as “WO” that keep underlining; so I must just ignore any and all of them. At least the damn ass system always brings the document back after I click into the necessary repair boxes. Still, I don't need the goddamn futhermucking hassles, do I???????????????? This malfunction in the program has been with me ever since I purchased this cum-puke-her late in 2010 at me' Fort Pierce Walmart Store near the great world famous Interstate 95 highway ramps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WO, Billy and cereal girl.
Yesterday
I went food shopping, as well as paid me' utility bill 4 the month,
over at the Fort Pierce Utility Authority (FPUA). Friday I need 2 pay
me 2 credit card bills at me' local bank, and then most of me' august
errands R out of the way until later on when I need 2 just get me'
some tide-over staples at one of the food stores. I already bought me
exuberant gasoline 4 this month and U know about it as it occurred on
the day that I drove over 2 me computer-Techy-joint. That was also
followed a day later when I went 2 the office store called STAPLES 4
a power brick, a mouse, a mouse-pad that I never had, and two strip
outlets 2 plug into me' surge-battery back up BRICK, giving me 12
outlets with battery protection and freeing up the other 4 in the
six-box area, as well as thew three other non-battery and
'surge-only' outlets. The minute power stops, all stuff goes off, but
I want stuff plugged in so as 2 keep the memory systems active, such
as with me' Comcast Modem, and DVD player that many times a DVD is
inside of it when power stops, causing potential problems. So tyhis
is not 2 work a lot of things, merely keep minimum power going on a
few things, and this new block keeps a few tiny things like that
running 4 more than four hours without going off, an dis fully
rechargeable 4 between 3-6 years. So I have all the things tha ti
need, an dsince I never had 2 spend any money over at th e
Techy
joint, me' budget allowed me up to 2 bucks 4 the electronic
equipment, putting me within about 20 bucks of the maximum so me'
budget didn't get busted. We all know that our budgets 9 out of 10
times, never ever truly work, no matter how goddessdog hard we
endlessly keep trying 2 work within them, naught in this new age
rotten ole' Billionaires-RULE Reaganomics
World, (BRRW) 4 short, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I saw the whole
thing coming because my mind does not play games and intentionally
not C junk just because it is unpleasant and then that in conjunction
and along with my extremely mathematically oriented mind, allowed me
2C the entire thing happening the moment Reagan came into the Oval
Office and started this entire wicked hellish nightmare of his, YO
world!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't imagine one damn thing, and me'
ole' coworker and semi-pal Mister Arthur Crane TOLD ME SO as well,
back in early 1992 somewhere if me' ole'; memory is even
half accurately serving me here, BRO!!!!!!!! WOW-2-THAT-1. Yes, I saw
this entire future, and in living loving ass color, oh weerlld out
here, YO! AHA-AHA-AHA Sir McNulty.
MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR CALENDAR:
WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 2, 2023---11-225---JWSC
CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 1:6
N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
WANING CRESCENT------(WN-C)
WANING GIBBOUS--------(WN-G)
WAXING CRESCENT------(WX-C)
WAXING GIBBOUS---------(WX-G)
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
CHART BELOW PERTAINS 2 VERY BAD DAYS CALLED (BOTBAR's)
MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES CHARTS IN 2023
MONTHS 7-8 MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:
DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B
7/20------20------8-----------------------40
7/21------21------8-----------------------38
7/22------22------8-----------------------36
7/23------23------8-----------------------35
7/24------24------9-----------------------38
7/25------25------10---------------------40
7/26------26------11---------------------42
7/27------27------11----------------------41
7/28------28------11----------------------39
7/29------29------11----------------------38
7/30------30------11----------------------37
7/31------31------11----------------------35
8/1--------1--------0------------------------0
2023 ANNUAL MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:
DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B
7/20------201------59-----------------------29---X---1
7/21------202------59-----------------------29---X---2
7/22------203------59----------------------29---X---3
7/23------204------59----------------------29---X---4
7/24------205------60----------------------29---X---5
7/25------206------61----------------------30---X---1
7/26------207------62----------------------30---X---2
7/27------208------62----------------------30---X---3
7/28------209------62-----------------------30---X---4
7/29------210------62-----------------------30---X---5
7/30------211------62-----------------------29---X---1
7/31------212------62-----------------------29---X---2
8/1--------213-----62------------------------29---X---3
On one of the death siege days from somewhere around one week or so ago, my bowels were seriously struck by the WOMO-SF-SPAMMENIES HAVANA-WEAPON SYSTEM, and I thought that I was finally better yesterday, but ended up needing 2 clean out me' underwear one more time yesterday, and now, am taking a mega dosage of me' Metamucil powder daily and if this doesn't correct the damage, I will need 2 go 2 the futhermucking HOSPITAL 4 treatment!!!!!!!!!!!! More exposure against the WOMO-SF, as I will shout and rats and tattle tail as U al know, as I refuse 2 just go quietly, and the MACY CLUB KNOWS THIS 2, YO YO YO YO YO. As I typed that last sentence, a sudden pop up 4 no good reason happened from me' Open Office Program 3.1, and I just click-X'ed out of it, as I always freaking do when skit like that GOES Joe Sivo-1980 DOWN, YO-HA, BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
3 STRAIGHT END MONTH DAYS WENT 2 DOGTOWN
BUTTERCHEESE and big ass BUTT but peeps; this finally broke off, and in the damn most horrendous month in many many many ass years, that being July of 2023, and ending that putrid month on a fairly okay note, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! W---O---W!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here is what made today a futhermucking runt clapping SUPER BOTBAR HELL DAY ON GODDESSDOG TOTAL ROCK CHUCKING STEROIDS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I couldn't get 2 goddessdog sleep until close 2 six, and then at half past 8, I was rudely major trucking awakened 2 what I WILL ABSOLUTELY CALL, A POLTERGEIST ASSAULT ON ME, IN MY RESIDENCE NORTH-BEDROOM here, SS!!!!! 4 absolutely no Earthly reason, my runt chewing closet curtains, and yes, the closet discussed twice now where I in DREAMS was revealed 2 separate items; my Comcast-Modem battery that resembles a small and thin sandwich, and also the 7 cassette tapes, that one of those was the 'BILLY HARNER 2000 SUMMER OF LOVE' MUSICAL PROJECT, MASTER TAPE, from the Discmakers place in Pennsauken, NJUSAESMWG; suddenly fell down hard and extremely loud, especially 4 falling down onto a goddessdog VERY SOFT RUG, as my north and south bedrooms both contain wall-2-wall full carpeting. YET POW, it fell down with a HUUUUUGE effing bang onto a very soft rug. Also, it fell down 4 no apparent reason. This hangs on one of those thick dow plastic rods that has on each end, one of those knob type rubbery blobs that adhere super hard 2 the closet perimeter sides, and U can practically have a child do frucking goddamn chin ups on it, without it falling or breaking, yet 'POW'; down she futhermucking came, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, and waking me up with an incredible startling crashing sound. Now this never should have fallen down in the first place, and even if it falls down; it never should have awakened me with a cannon shot sound, falling onto a soft carpet, and yes; it is an extremely light weight shower curtain type of thing, only more suited 2 a bedroom décor rather than what hangs over our showers. I was completely trucking UNABLE 2 FALL BACK 2 SLEEP, AND AFTER A QUARTER PAST NINE OF THE DAMN ASS CLOCK, I GAVE UP ENTIRELY; and then entered what would trucking damn ass become the rest of this totally miserable SUPER CHUCKING BOTBAR-DOGTOWN-DAY, on goddessdog total steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SS, if U read the other letter-blogs or 'LB' that I wrote 4-U earlier this damn moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning YO; U know I am under a super heavy air death siege, a super major health-bowels assault with the SPACEFORCE-HAVANA-death weapon they've been using on me since late summer-early autumn times back in 1986, and major computer hacking and damage, and on and on; and then on top of that, STAR TREK 1986 Humpback Whales movies, and Starfleet Officer Palvo Checkoff, kind sir; two annoying large black flies filled with little maggots inside their guts, as I learned after squishing them when they were crawling around on the floor and after succumbing 2 a major RAID PEST SPRAY COUNTER-OFFENSIVE from the Mountainpen; and it is days such as these types, when these minidroids, as Dave Roth and I would refer 2 them as back in 1987-1990 extremely often; that I can just about always depend on getting flocking bombarded with these slitty damn miserable things, straight out from beyond DOGTOWN'S GATES, just past the Dogtown Bridge of the Capitol-Province's horrendous and menacingly appearing, DOGTOWN 'LOW-PASS-AREA'!!!!!!!!!! Speaking here of Sir Dave Roth; he was quite the repeater of several of his famous sayings, one of which went, “When it rains, it poors”, and no early 1970's tunes about doubts in California, need B sung in order 4 me 2 make me' ole' pernt here, SS, and Archie Bunker!!! On these type of SUPER-BOTBAR DAYS, it isn't so much, “WHAT WENT WRONG AND BAD TODAY”, but rather, and quite simply worded here, “WHAT DID 'NAUGHT', OH LOVELY MIZZ AT&T BLAKE”???????????? I managed 2 rehang the curtain closet bar in me' futhermucking north-bedroom and then came out into my living area all super hot and sweaty, as I never waste air conditioning in rooms that I am naught in there and occupying, and I was sleeping in there, as I just told U, SS!!!!!!!!!!!!! I no sooner came out here and turned on me' living area-AC, and began me' day, and found small air crap was starting up, that just continued getting worse and worse; including a nasty CHEMTRAIL ASSAULT, zenithing right over my trailer, as also was told 2U earlier, SS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now there R many things 4 me 2 get into today SS, but on these type of 'lay-lay-or-else' days, I don't stick me' neck intyo any of the great globally secret HUNTINGTON NOOSES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't wanna' get me' mom's latengrate cuzz, Sir Herbert Huntington's kid Arthur, all excited, so that he finds one of Mizz Patricia Hollister HH's candles in Dogtown, and then manages 2 get back here into my realm of physicality and matter, and then tries 2 make me his 3rd victim, in or out of flocking Braintree, Massachusetts, or any other great suburbs surrounding historic BOSTON, MAUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WOW-THAT.
SS; pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze listen-up here 4 one HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE non-Senator Sanders moment; and then tell me if U think that I am as looney-tunes as the WFMU-peeps 4 the most part, all think that I am! I believe in patterns, because I believe in electromagnetic energies; and that stuff in the matter-worlds do in fact become magnetized, and then as I have named it long ago, and rarely discuss it, or get much into it on any public writings; become force-directional, or 4 short, become FD, or (effdeed), when this is pronounced. When stuff becomes effdeed, it explains how electricity becomes a magical force of attraction and repulsion and the same thing in a vice-versa-order as well. No physicist on this planet understands it, although some will slightly white-lie 2 the general public, sort of implying that they do understand it on some scientific level that is; and I am here 2 tell them all, & like or naught, lovely Mizz AT&T Blake; BULL-SKIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So rather than right now on a putrid rotten ass day, go on and on here with this; just let me tell U that this is all behind what pro-gamblers call going on ROLLS, and it is also behind all of the numerous and countless similar type of matters from zillions of life's infinitely vast parameters. But let us quickly harp on the one topic here, GOING ON LUCK-ROLLS, good luck, or bad luck; as luck is luck, and Morianity thinks of LUCK, and that word used by mortal human beings; as merely the agreement, and the disagreement, of each of us every single split second in time; with the entire COSMOS, so if at the exact second a person buys a Power-Ball Lottery Ticket at their local Mister Hector's Chevron Gasoline Station, at four minutes past noon on Saturday; should 4 whatever the unseen reasons, their personal luck factor B at some astronomically and surreal high number; they will most likely B the one with the winning ticket, despite the actual drawing of the number being hours or maybe even one or two days away; as time is only part of the 'STM', and is purely illusion; and so the reality is the electromagnetic spectrum, along with the magical interaction of the particular persons' LUCK FACTOR, at this one split second in time. But mortals will go right on insisting on endlessly seeing this all in a total backward and reverse directionality, and so it would take me way 2 long 2 even start telling U right now SS, all about this deal, that I have long ago labeled as, things being 'EFFDEED'. Put in an extremely abridged way, this is Y all things not only happen; but all have points of so-called magnetic mathematically based points of technical resistance as well as support, and Y luck goes on rolls; and even Y the longer a lucky or unlucky streak goes, it only gains in power, and never is actually due 4 becoming altered. When the math is averaged out such as in complex algorithms, we all C plain as day that changes R always gradual, because they must conform to that unbeatable and perhaps nearly-magical thing that all mathematicians know is very real, the linear-2-percentage-delta-ratio, in math!!!!!!! This is how my parallel-event-roulette functions as well, kind sir; but let us leave all of that here, as no matter how simple that I would ever attempt 2 make this, or keep this; just starting this wild ass discussion, and B4-I would know it, I would have typed out ten-thousand freaking ass pages, oh sir!
Yes
SS, 3 solid months now, APRIL, MAY, JUNE of this year, 2023; I am in
a powerful new pattern, and YES, ever since the nightmare horrendous
frucking rock chucking MOWRY PULL PLUG DAY. What pattern, perhaps U-R
saying, while scratching your head? Well Sir, I'll tell U. A pattern
where the FINAL DAY OF THE MONTH IS MAJOR SUPER BAD. BOTH A SUPER
DUCKING TOTAL MONSTER-ASS BOTBAR, AS WELL AS SUPER HIGH
CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC, 2 BOOT, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!! I sure hope that our
law suit makes some of these wicked demonic stick licking slits truly
pay 4 their dastardly deeds, perpetrated against this poor pathetic
pitiful innocent whittle victim, whose life they have TOTALLY AND
ABSOLUTELY RUINED, WRECKED, DECIMATED, WIPED OUT, OBLITERATED,
DESTROYED; AND MADE BEYOND A LIVING BURNING BREATHING HELL, 4 JUST
ABOUT A ROCK CHUCKING HALF CENTURY OF TIME NOW, AND WITHOUT LET
UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think that if we don't
actually take 50-75 percent of their net worth's, or of their
$$$$$-GOD-$$$$$, it won't make a dent in getting what some may think
of as 'sweet revenge'. It isn't what I want; but it is
taking away their GOD, after what these
diseased slit sticks have done 2 me 4 a half trucking ass century
now, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!
I knew when Reagan and his 'omics' was all starting up, this entire future; as I've always had the extremely rare and unique gift of being able 2 extremely accurately interpolate things that seem 2 endlessly go right over the heads of other human beings. I saw this entire thing coming, and then 2 quote the soon 2B born new age scarey expression of, 'no good deed going unpunished', I then devised a fantastic ultimate plan 2 literally wipe out, and absolutely eradicate poverty once and 4 all, out of the United States forever and ever and these billionaire bastard rats ass new age kings and queens learned of me, and have been wiping me out ever since; and most likely 4 numerous combinational reasons, and not so much 4 any one or two of them singularly. When DCR and I first met at the 113 Caldor Department Store in November of 1985, we planned this deal together, the great operation STARBURN!!! Please SIR SWAP; don't even get me started, just as I begged that Eckert Pharmacy lady-druggest at the 'farma-counter' that day on PK-DAY, the twelfth of July, back early in one of the first three years of this century somewhere. As I speak, that blotorsickie rider scum is annoying me at ten past eight this evening, and has been off and on 4 the past two days several times!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They 2 will eventually B scanned by Maggie, and dealt with, and IPYT, SS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The things that I could say. SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT, many think that I've just about exhausted me'self here, and they R so beyond totally frikkin' wrong and mistaken, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh ther gods R they beyond wrong, cubed, squared, Cuban, and a vigintillion times more still. I've not yet begun 2 say stuff, Sir Steve and a few peeps out there while this is in public-forum, they do know that this is true, and some R probably cowering in the shadowy corners right this damn ass minute, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U always laughed in a sympathetic type of laugh, each time I would remind U of my mom's wild 90's nasty dealings with me whenever I didn't act the part of her completely willing slave, which was just about most days, especially during the three years of the starting of that decade and while we lived there together, & renting the home owned by the great and illustrious Misses Patricia Meeker, the mother of a New Jersey State Police Officer. If I said something she didn't like or particularly agree with me on, she would come back with her endless retort of, “Mark, how would U like it if your daughter said that 2U”, and when I would do something that she didn't like or particularly agree with me on, she would come back with her endless retort of, “Mark, how would U like it if your daughter did this with U”? After dozens of times putting up with her outlandish and ridiculous behavior, I would chime in eventually every so often with, “Mom, Y do U continue 2 give me this goddamn hypothetical daughter all the time? She never responded, and only looked at me, first sort of with a nasty smirk on her face, then slowly doing a half smile. Almost the reverse of the future way that Detective Joseph Fantanna would do, on the greatest law show in television's history, called “Law & Order”. The show at the time this was going down was almost brand new, perhaps two years or so old, but way up a dozen or more years in the antimatter space, Detective Fontanna would do that exact thing only in sort of a reverse order, starting his thing with the smile, and then instantly changing it into that frown that only he could have managed 2 do so damn ass perfectly well. But really SS, 2 quote U that one particular daty at the great Ohio Avenue Walgreen's parking lot, “Y would she keep insisting on giving U that hypothetical daughter? U then said something that brought the great educator from Cooley Hall, Mister David Leigh Smith, straight into my mind; like a nearly brilliant flash of lightning. U said 2 me, “Give me a break Mark, I mean really; where there's smoke, there's fire” Of course the biggest thing that I remember that U then went on 2 say 2 me, about one minute later on, “If and when we can ever come 2 truly know just Y your mom and PHHH kept this powerful secret of your daughter from U all of your life, it most likely will explain all of your woes in this world”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could naught have agreed with him one smidgin wee bit more on that, if I was paid a trillion dollars in gold 2 do just that. What else can we say here, Sir JAY-JAY Good Times EVANS??????????????????????
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
Yes, those times as Dave Roth and I discussed so damn ass frequently, were beyond HELL, and the only 2 years that I am aware of when that team, U know, the PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WON THE STANLEY CUP CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!!!!!!!! Good old 1974 and 1975, huh Jimbo???????????????
Memories and pain; how it amazes me that I can endlessly force myself 2 employ a strategy once used on a Cornwall Avenue bed, when I was 15 years and 7 months old, in Ventnor, NJUSAESMWG; while being assaulted by Sir Thomas J. Child-molester Reale, the wealthy land owner of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, back in summer time circa, in the year of BJWSC-(-42), also known as 1970 for crying out loud. That wonderful good old VSG-Syndrome; yes Mister Kent, and Superman; some things seem 2B able 2 actually B TURNED ON AND OFF LIKE A FAUCET, and your ability 2 make a contact, was seemingly naught being one of them, only, we all know do we naught; that wasn't absolutely any truer than 90 percent or so of this great family's Victoria Winters History-Book Dark Shadows television show 'OTHER-non-HARRAH Casino'-parallels, huh SS?????? I think that Mizz Lilly DeCarlo Munster would B chiming in right about now, oh everybody, with her marvelous and so apropos “TEE-HEE-HEE”, don't U?
“Y SHOULDN'T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”
(The
epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council
and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE:
021809.951---(February 18, 2009)
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
I
liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler,
but genius Ed
Himacane
made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and
stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking
sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every
minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back
around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not
stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it,
some ducking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on
and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming
back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and
take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until
I get 2 the frucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do
is keep flucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the
gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this
complex slit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do
a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all
the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling
me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss bunt
face tried 2 wipe me out, have to skit my eyes a couple minutes now,
or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I
will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the
Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What
U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden
of flowers 8 light years cubed.
Anyway I am not in a
doghouse,
I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks
wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my
biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write
anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my
major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get
anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2
the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most
powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail.
That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all
others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day
at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens
and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not
Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not
Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as
nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that
all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of
jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we
believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion,
totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real,
when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B.
This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out
beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a
circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that
is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought
wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old
blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift
through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its
teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists
R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an
inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is
not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box,
but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back
in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a
rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place,
between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero
dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of
itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does
learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the
Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift,
that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected
with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this frucking hacking, the
sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again; so Ed will
come over and get 2 the bottom of this ducking slit once and 4 all. 4
right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days
with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna'
contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not
on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked.
It is round the clock, with no let up, and not
a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE
COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON?
Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or
this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major
slit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it
never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me,
as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself
right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light
won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally
have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again
it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous
lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I
have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last
night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed.
It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U
get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that
it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by
Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the
heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep
waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then
die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up,
and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally,
that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a
dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional
existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty
truths were once up online on a website called,
www.morianity-foundation.com/
but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money;
nor any new material
2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free
sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting
this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind
ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world
will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid
ducking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so, and eventually
go off; and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.
Long
story short, the
mail
was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9
room place,
with
rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways;
and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful
goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now;
but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about
last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and
never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and
always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office,
and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a
telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their
Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the
package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not
have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a
very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their
Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS,
looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book
of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I
called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2
death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction
with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank
Calli-O---D-I-E,
YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO,
I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders,
Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get
louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non
MC’s; I called and
spoke
my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4
Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail
count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I
have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local
roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then
delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of
since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going
2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of
any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here,
Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail
me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I
played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an
IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit
profit.
Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our
usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he
does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently
with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the
upstairs bathroom slit-hole, and even though this leak has been
fixed; I do not trust these chucking sticks from here 2 the China
Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2
keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as
he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2
bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful
blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U
my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day,
when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I
loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that
saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back
then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a
dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not
withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my
bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas,
and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at
the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told
me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but
she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great
Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of
the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so
sick 2 his stomach on the train. 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 skit 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 slit?, 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 trucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of
yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me
tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit
my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I
was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the
hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where
the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make
strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t
have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void
field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U
don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows
about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I
was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh
Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous
hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends;
and then 2 the Wolf clan,
that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon
Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!!
www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years
have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole
nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Y shouldn’t
a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well,
because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am
Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They
banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall
into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y
would I make this skit up, BRRRR?
GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND
KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and
blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Copyright Michael Wayne
Mountainpen-2009, and blog registered on an official registry
bloggers website.
E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N,
BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in
this or any other part of HS.
Comments
Comment on "Y SHOULDN'T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE?"
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???????
Thursday, June 29, 2023
TYING SO MUCH TOGETHER FROM 20-50 YEARS OF TIME
TYING SO MUCH TOGETHER FROM 20-50 YEARS OF TIME
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Having PROOF and PROVING R Apples and Oranges
“HAVING PROOF AND
PROVING ARE APPLES AND ORANGES”
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/WEBCAM/MORPRO-1995. DATFILE: 092708.457
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Back when the
show with car kicker/breaker Shannon
Dougherty, called BH-90210 was new early in the
nineties, a keyboard out of perhaps 100 various possible
amateur home type keyboards, was used in the show where
Brenda’s dad was playing music with it, Brenda being
Shannon, and it was not only the same board that I used
from Radio Shack Tandy roughly 4 years earlier, but I used
it 2 copyright the song mentioned often in my blogging,
called, “Prophet of Nothing”, sort of a pun and play on
words, me being cute or trying 2 at least, but the EW
decided 2 get way cuter than I could ever have gotten. EW,
Entertainment World, also known in truer higher reality as
residence and followers of the Briggbase of the Astral
Plane, and joiners of the Lambrigger Cult. Now on one
particular 90210 show where Brenda’s dad was playing with
the keyboard that I happen 2 use 4 years or give or take a
bit, on my originally written song, not only was the same
board used in this then famous and high rated and watched
series on television, but they even set the board 2 the
very same beat out of 100 possible beats or so, that my
song was set on. The odds of a random chance 4 this R very
simple 2 calculate, about 100 beats/rhythms and about 100
of those type of available keyboards used 4 home non-pro
use, dictates multiplying 100 times 100 or 10,000 to one
chance against this being simply a coincidence. The Soap
Channel carried this rerun one afternoon last week or the
week B4, and I have waited 4 the right time 2 get into
this. Also, look at another set of hard 2 dismiss or
dispute claims and facts that I make. B4-I tell U, I just
got tucking screwed, with 4 ones on my rock chucking clock.
Miss Dirt bag ho Jane Monster
Slapper Fonda strikes again, so let me attempt
quickly 2 compensate, 55555555555555555555555. Loud dirt
bag traffic sounds and aerial slit is also rearing its rock
chucking head today, and struck as soon as I typed and the
key-worm-saw me go 55555555555555. First, they know I was
channel surfing that night, believe me they know. If
they can do complex keystroke worm violations against
people’s privacy with these PC devices, think how simple
it would B4 them 2 hook into your cable TV channels being
watched. They know that those
back and forth's of Brenda and Kelly drove me
wild, and were more than long enough 4 running what I came
to term without any pun intended, 'an-ejac-shot'. So they
put that show on, and made it first of course, all ready
knowing that I eventually would C it, and get my chops
busted. But the marathon race to the
Proof Avenue Courthouse Stairs is not yet over, so do not
count me out yet slugger boys. I used 2 know a fine
man involved with the famous 2
Philadelphia Sigma Sound Recording Studio, back
in my days of employment at the RPL Sound Studios and Labs
from the ‘79 year into the ‘81 year. He invited me on
one occasion over 2 his very nice Northeast Philadelphia
section home, and I met his very fine and may I add, at the
time, extremely hot wife. The name of
this studio musical arranger was John
E. Davis, yes, the same
man who U-C credited after all of the Beverly Hills 90210
TV show ends, and yes; he also was the musical arranger for
their 90210 theme on the show. Now U really want and
expect me 2 not C how industry people that obviously all
connect together and know each other, as it is with any and
all industries, especially in the ever growing world of
networking marketing strategies, where U play this game or
else go home bankrupt and dead, and all knew about my
public work copyrighted in 1988, well B4 the 90210 show
ever came 2B; and decided 2 use the
idea and again out of about 10,000 home board rhythms, mine
was picked 4 the show, but natch, never a morsel tad
bit of recognition ever comes 2 me as a result; not even a
torn Christmas card from the industry of puss drinking
sub-scum, apologizing in the holiday spirit 4 all of the
evil skit that they indeed have stolen from me, and was
done 2 me.
I am strictly forbidden 2 ever talk
again, publicly about MC’s stairs and the monstrous thing
that I witnessed at her home there pertaining 2 them, back
when she was but a child of 2-3. Her older sister knows an
incredible lot of things about me, and told me so, I cannot
blog any more on this ever, either. What I can admit 2 is
that I met God in Atlantic City in 1966 on Tennessee Avenue
up near the boardwalk. She left me in 1970, and returned
again 2 me, part of a powerful covert branch of the mighty
TAWF. In 1980 when I resided at 1802 Robin Hill, and went 9
years forward in time illusion 2 interact with a beautiful
tall long dark haired queen that was singing a very special
song 2 me, it was MC. She was but 10 in the time that I
fell off 2 sleep, but 9 years later when it was 1989, she
was over 19. When SSJKK was the property owner Estelle
Bassler’s renter/tenant, named Sarah J. Karge; and
however they worked it out in City Hall down in Atlantic
City, the deal made somehow according 2 Mrs. Bassler whom I
told all of U how I had many good talks with her late last
century from her new location in Ormond Beach, FLUSAESMWG,
and in one particular discussion, she informed me that
Sarah Karge trashed the hotel, the Piccadilly that she had
leased from Mrs. Bassler, and Mrs. Bassler called the loan
and got it away from her, and then she burned down her
hotel, the Bolivar shortly after, in an attempt to astrally
project herself as a teenager as opposed to the
mid-seventy-ish old woman that she had become by the years
passing into the early seventies. Since
early 1970, she remained the astral teenager, and totally
lost her physical connection to the material realm.
She pretended 2 grow older and die after I disappeared from
the scene during this time, officially being declared dead
in October of the ‘90 year, at the age of just over 94.
She sort of wanted 2 oversee her knew physical self and
guide the family that she now was tangibly connected 2, and
the older sister was sat down at a young age and told these
powerful truths, and I was wrong 4 a long time. MC did more
than get my attention, first with the 2 letters coming
empty in my dreams from my Somerdale home in NJUSAESMWG,
and then later with her 2008 musical CD project that was
marvelous and terrific, there is and only ever will B only
one great U my Scylla, or MC now. The second thing indeed
got my full undivided attention. Remember,
2 many coincidences, do not
add up 2 a coincidence,
quote Mountainpen here if U so desire. B4 going on,
this one isolated example with John
E. Davis and Sigma Sound,
and BH-90210 TV Show; is just that, one isolated event I
just picked right now out of totally thin air, yet I could
literally offer a listening and genuinely interested world
1000 or more things that certainly would B every bit as
startling and riveting, and all right along these very same
lines. My stuff, my ideas, the entire shebang, have
all been robbed, used, stolen, and down right disrespected
4 (2-4 straight decades), B it musically related,
inventions, business plans worth a fortune, etcetera. A
countless number of my great ideas, R virtually all now in
use, but not a shredded ounce of credit has ever been
directed towards me 4 being the real legitimate creator of
any of this intellectual ducking property. No,
just keep me down, keep me unrecognized, and keep me poor;
and do it cleverly and illegally, but with no way ever so
far anyway, 4 me 2 have any good chances of proving very
much of all of these monstrous injustices. I am not here on
Earth 2 make a lot of money, or B recognized 4 squat; but
still and all, is it fair 2 endlessly rip off a person,
keep him down, and those doing it get 2 live right 2 their
graves, like frucking Kings and Queens and spoiled little
slit heads? No it certainly is not, and anyone
that could answer otherwise is a cold blooded prick scum
Trumpite monster, after the heart of Reagan; who forever
destroyed what once was really great about our country,
with all his greedy based bull crapola.
Gary-7
was a fantastic original Star Trek TV show episode, but
there R some on this Earth, put quite frankly, that R here
as “VISITORS and OBSERVERS”,
not on mission 2 save anyone from a nuclear holocaust such
as with the fictional Trekker show, but instead; mostly as
witness bearing and log keeping individuals, and I have
been told in trance today by 'never mind', but she said
that she tried twice on separate occasions, apart by about
10 mortal world years, 2 get my attention; and that she all
ready knows both who I am as well as who she is. She says I
misinterpreted her needing 2 wake up in her human dream
through my performing some fantastic miracle such as what I
recently blogged about building an integrenitrizor tunnel.
Integretrinization is real, even
Kevin Trudeau
mentions it in some of his earlier medical HOW-2 books.
The government currently will not license any holistic
practitioner 2 use a true real working full model of this
device, it naturally would overnight simply upset just way
2 many applecart’s, and the controllers may lose control
of their power on Wall Street, as well as their governed
subjects and citizens. An in depth study into all of this
shows right down the chosen careers of MC’s parents, that
none of this that happened since my SSJKK left me in 1970,
has been randomly just done, and it is all part of a
gargantuan sized grand cosmic scheme; and that is putting
it in major understatement form. Just like the article that
miraculously managed 2 get some quick bit of exposure in
the circa of 1990 in the Scientific American Magazine
regarding tiny subatomic particles that make all of the
known to exist ones appear as galaxies in relative size, in
the future times these R labeled 'ASAPS', or Absolute
Sub Atomic Particles. A fairly complex set of
devices that will B constructed when the metallurgists
improve their state of the art and create even lighter as
well as stronger metals, as well as update a few high
dimensional formulas that math will then provide virtually
magic answers to in mans attempt 2 harness an ultra fast
spinning energy system locked not only within the atoms
themselves, but have a simultaneous connected energy ratio
with what actually causes the forces in atomic energy 2
chain react atomically. Controlled
mega-velocitrons can B built, and set along
pathway fields, and will grow within seconds 2 distances
that R perhaps hundreds or more galaxies away, and right
in the middle of this field is a harmless velocitronic
tunnel that any person or object can move into, and
literally B shipped like today/s parcel post, within
seconds, 2 millions of light year distances. This is
all real, and the study of Velocitronics begins early in
the 90’s. Well, I was told that since the 2 letters sent
2 me in the dream back around 1997 or so, did not
sufficiently get my attention, the Ruth Gottwald Long
Island visit would indeed, and it
did, no Miss Chillie
doubt about it Lennie McKinnon-601. When
Mom and I visited Heinz and Ruth Gottwald, and the nearby
Long Island New York family in 1972, and mother went back 4
a solo visit 3 years later in the summer of the ‘75 year,
who was being visited? RELATIVES, not theories, RELATIVES.
Then the E=MC SQUARED is indeed the theory of Einstein’s
RELATIVITY. This family knew all along
who I was, all the way back to the nineteen-sixties.
Relativity/relatives. Really, so how could I miss this one?
Well I didn’t. Now I have come 2 learn that this special
family all know who they R, and R sort of going through the
motions and playing this fantastic game, until the time is
right, where I properly remember all of this; and can
accurately it all out in its proper perspective. This time
is soon 2 come.
MC;
our times at that lovely lake, make up 4 all of the
nightmares here at your magic
house. No longer will I
holler out your name when U jump in the dangerous tidal
waters, as UR the MIGHTY ALL
POWERFUL GODDESS SCYLLA, QUEEN
of all oceans and seas and water, and wind; and I
will always love U far beyond anything that U could ever
hope 2 know. I now await your next dream visitation,
whenever U wish 2 do it, a time of your selection and
choosing my great lovely teen-queen. U will always rule the
empire. I am your obedient servant 'THAT-
BOY-YANCY', forever more, and have always been,
never your shellfish my 990990990990990990990990990.Your
sister told me the terrible secret she also carries, I feel
so much 4 both of U, if I can ever help in any way, just
say the word, U know that my life is meaningless 2 me, only
your happiness matters.
Reality 3 has many
individual parts that will really need 2B carefully
examined B4I could start 2 think it can B explained 2 my
Blogaud. Last night B4 going off 2 work, where did these
slime balls attack me huge time again, but at the Super
Stale Grocery Store. This is a constant of this sick and
diseased twisted WOMO enemy of mine, if I make a stink
about a place, they get me right back right at that place,
and lightning fast. They R not clucking into wasting lots
of time. All they ever C and focus on is spilling 5 solid
frucking quarts of my innocent blood and U wonder Y-I call
these fart sniffing cult slappers a few cursing names from
time 2 time. Crissake get real, or in my case in July of
1970, REALE, the child molester of Somers Point,
NJUSAESMWG, GOT ME, right on and rock on DAVE, and neither
U nor mom R missing one hell of a Richie
Ryan
party, not 1 little tucking tiny smidgen bit, as
life now is horrible, and I pray that this entire planet
blows up into quadrillions of pieces every single frucking
day, and ALL THE DAYS of my
miserable McDonald Carey life, without any hour-glass
sand.
4
right now I need my sleep and must work 2 night, so END
TRANSMISSION!!!!
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I am going 2 get into some incredible shullbit as this now moves ever onward, and B damned 2 whoever is following this or NAUGHT, oh lovely Mizz Blake from 1983's telephone company!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My story fits together and just discussing the greatest soap show ever done in America and most likelty the planet of Earth as well, and at all times but then who can know that, still; DARK SHADOWS can never B excluded nor left out of this entire mess in even the tiniest ways. I think that deep down, even all of me' SPAMMENIES know this truth and know it only 2 well, DOCTOR DAGS and DOCTOR FELL, and all times and paces, and jet hazed trails and so much more from People's Magazine 2 Cifaloglio coworkers of so many numerous transdimensional realities; all totally and completely notwithstanding here, great ole' damn world out there, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My upstairs nabe Mizz Betty Johnson and her nephew, my camp counselor and friend of my other camp counselor Mister Mack Kaiter, Mister Craig Slocum, and Mayor Rohr of the town next door 2 Collingswood, Haddon Township or Wanna' Spend My Time (WESTMONT) up there in good old NEW JERSEY-NO-JOYSEY, and on and on and on we can go!!!! Sir Lenny McKinnon said it better than anyone else ever called on his CB-radio, GOOD LORD & 25 cents!!!!
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CHAPTER 14
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LIGHTNING treated 'HER little boy', me, like a total prince yesterday the 31st day in July. SHE came over around 3 or so in the afternoon, and SHE stayed with me 4 several hours, flashing continuous extremely colorful bolts of absolutely beyond ravishing and gorgeous shapes and designs, all throughout the skies surrounding me' ole' residence, YO wonderful kind folks out there in Cyberville. Yesterday managed 2 do another miraculous thing 4 the poor pitiful helpless and defenseless whittle Mister Mountainpen. By the day not being a BOTBAR, it broke a horrendous months long pattern of dependability 4 final days of months always being horrible ass BOTBARS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!! Thank U so vely much my awesome beautiful wonderful BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was wondering Y the news peeps were naught saying zip nada zilch goose-eggs 4 the past 3-5 weeks about the most recent nasty-ass hike in gasoline prices, and then last night's news FINALLY talked about this ever plaguing situation that this nation seems forever impotent 2 resolve the issue with 4 so many nasty rotten international reasons, most likely. Hey, I ain't no politician and I sure ain't no monster brain with all of the answers such as was according 2 at least HER, the great Almighty and vely-vely beautiful, Mizz 'Daeling' Patricia H. Hollister H. Oh Sir Bob McDowell, what would I do without the both of U's, YO BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR?????????????
DEATH-ANGEL assaults have been EXTRA MAJOR ASS BAD RECENTLY by the way, me' kind awesome great folks. 4 the past week or close 2 it, following all those horrendous ass death sieges including some major HAVANA SONIC DEATH WEAPON ATTACKS ON ME BY WOMO-SPACEFORCE; my bowels have been bad and I've been almost living with constant continuous toilet attacks. Today finally seems 2B a wee bit better after awakening around just past 1 this AM after a nice five hour rest. WOW-THAT, YO!
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN
CHART BELOW IS NOT PRESENT DAY REFLECTING ANY CONDITIONS, SINCE THOSE OLD DAYS SYSTEMS SEEMINGLY HAVE ALL BECOME TOTALLY DEACTIVATED BY THE 'BDC OWNERS', AS WELL AS MANY OF ME' PHOTO-IMAGES THAT HAVE ALL BEEN ALSO COMPLETELY DEACTIVATED. This includes lovely images of great white sharks, lovely giant waterfalls, cloud formations, Weather-Bug systems, Jupiter Lighthouse, a nice charter school with moon-lights in Saint Lucie-County in Flowerland-USA, and the list literally could go on and on right smack dab into boredom-cubed and CUBAN-HAVANA death sonics. The Y-2 it all is simple as piss juice 2 figure out and most of U out here know it all only 2 dern ass well, and I know that U all do. Anything 2 endlessly keep the poor ole' pathetic helpless whittle Mountainpen endlessly down and out and beyond sub-poverty stricken 4 an entire lifetime as well as keep him in endless lacking in all credibility so that anything he ever says or any claims that that he may ever make, will B taken with a laughing grain of sand on a vely polluted ugly beach right off of some defunct nuke plant property somewhere where no one has swam in decades!!!!!!!! It is all so dern simple 2-C and realize, but 4 those who don't choose 2 endlessly C this simple reality, well, then they won't, and it is really and honestly as simple as all of that, oh benevolent kind wonderful illustrious folks out there, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! All that can as well as should B added here now is a famous late 20th century line from the great and marvelous roomie that I once had in Sir Guthrie Short's mansion at 231 Route 73 South in Blue Anchor, NJUSAESMWG. And it goes like thissssssss, lovely Mizz Erica Luccisnakes from 1983: WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes world, that nice old and now long gone popularity shade-ratio chart from the Blogger Dot Com (BDC) dashboard, no longer is part of present-day reality, but I can still always paste in past results, and here is just one whittle example here below, YO, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA Mister McNulty Sir.
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THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
THE RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
© 2006-2023, 'BOM' (Blogs Of Mountainpen)
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I am not trying to get all esoteric or philosophical, or pretend that I know all of the answers. I AM NOT Patty Hollister, and this is not the late sixties, or early seventies. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT folks, Jesus Christ all mighty YO; let's play Bob Schleigh's game, at the Camden, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG security gatehouse. LET'S INDEED “BE REAL”, folks!! No ordinary mother ducking dream can be more real than ten times all of your other dreams put together, and no ordinary dream can alter your mother trucking waking life from the second that you wake up out of it. Yes Spellchecker, it is totally outlandish!!!!!!! But it's way more than that. It definitely fits the Agent Falcon/Agent Condor profile for why things may have all gone down like this. Anyone who follows ufology at all, knows that huge walls and blocks are real; and that there is indeed a powerful cover-up of 'SOMETHING'. Just what, my jury is totally out; but definitely mucking 'SOMETHING', YO! For right god-dog now, that is all that I have to say, but know this my Blogaudians. We'll be further exploring down this road, and without any help from my ex-son in law Nicky, and his magical hyperspace road-trips through time and hyperspace!!!!!! Yes, my ELECTRONIC stuff did appear to be able to create “monster-ass recordings”!!!! The man in any realm, was 'telling it true', oh lovely little Sandra Tammie D!!!!!!!!!!!! Some things truly R impossible 2 ever forget, such as transdimensional Nick telling a coworker at a shopping mall, about me' tape decks. Also it is hard 2 forget his ability and his true grit and utter nerve also called BALLS, 2 take a mallet 2 me' hubcap while I was inside of a joint getting a psychic reading back in middle 1996. and while at Highview. Could U all forget stuff like this if it were all going down around U; oh marvelous and understanding great peeps out there in Cyberville???????????????????????????
NO, I am not suffering through any psychotic delusions, and yes I do have this knowledge. A resident manager 2 an apartment building 4 senior citizens, where I did work as a security officer around the turn of the decade of the eighties, into the nineties of the prior century; caught another guard intentionally engaging me in conversations after first hiding a micro cassette recorder in the desk drawer in this building’s lobby. He knew of my plight, the manager that is, and the guard somewhat, but Nate, the resident manager told me that night B4 he went to bed 4 the night, as I was on the '11-7 AM' work shift, “I thought U were a total nut case up until today, and now I want U2 stay away from my wife, and me, and our kid. I no longer think U-R crazy at all. I totally believe U” I stared in disbelief and simply asked him what had occurred to bring this sudden shift of thought pattern into his mind. He said back 2 me B4 walking away and shutting his apartment door and never again speaking 2 me, “When I-C one security guard, secretly recording another security guard, after witnessing him intentionally baiting U into several conversations this past week, well; that did it, so lets leave it there; k?” No sir/mam, you’ll just have 2 forgive me when I tell U that I am not deluded nor psychotic, nor mentally ill; at least no more than would B expected after surviving the worst life imaginable, and beyond the sick mind of Hitler himself.
I
have talked about the aerial harassment used on me since 1986, and
ever since it started happening, as well as on copyrighted musical
projects since those times and the later 2 follow internet blogs of
my handle used as a blogger, the Mountainpen. It did naught take me a
whole lot of time 2 also realize and recognize that some of these
planes were the very same ones used over and over again, such as the
two most annoying ones during real long bouts of 'WOMO-SPACEFORCE
OTAMMIC DEATH SIEGES', and labeled by me as the UGLY-PLANE
and the FIGHTER PLANE. Many
times these and others seemingly R following and stalking me
throughout not just locations here on this globe, but obviously
THROUGHOUT TIME ITSELF, as otherwise, they would age and wear out,
and yet, these same vehicles R used over and over through numerous
decades of futhermucking time, folks, and I promise U all that this
is completely ass true. In just one example of my blog writing, it
goes like this: The same plane has been dogging me off and on since
the end of last weekend, and over the guard station last Sunday, the
winds were too high and strong 4 the legal flying of normal small
planes. I know all of the wind and altitude rules and regs, as I make
it my bizz 2 know; so I can say something is indeed a violation, and
that these dirt bags R messing with and persecuting me, straight
2 my death grave, only it does not exist, 4 me. Muzak
teasing is off the scale major at every store I go into,
and the Cat of Callioville, is
also messing with me big time. If I had my way, no entertainment
world stuff would ever B on, and I would ignore them totally. They
impress me like 55 tons of ugly stinky loose moose and goose gross,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! Many things R
however quite accurate that I have told 2 this world, and some will
always need reevaluating,
2 quote lovely Latengrate Mizz Donna
Summer, our great
favorite disco queen of the
seventies. I simply cannot always
get stuff right all the time as many things R indeed being endlessly
KEPT FROM ME and from my extremely limited abilities 2 ever get 2 the
bottom of so many of me' endless dern woe-whiz-me troubles. So
throughout me' blogs, I amend and also make admitted retractions and
revisions, and am naught afraid 2 tell U all these things. Right now
as a matter of fact, I have A
RETRACTION 2 PRINT, about Jim
Whealon, the Mayor of ACNJUSAESMWG,
B4 Levy and Langford. I
assumed things and misunderstood things that my very good friend Mizz
Ann King Silva had said 2 me. B4-I go on with this topic,
they tried 2 stop me from sending my most
recent project 2 the UNITED STATES LIBRARY OF CONGRESS OFFICE OF
COPYRIGHTS yesterday, by knocking out Ed’s computer completely,
as soon as I called the © office on the telephone, and found out
that I could download a PA [performing-Arts] copyright form and use
the printed out sheets, as I misplaced my “copyright” files, and
needed 2 get it off in the mail yesterday, 4 extremely personal
reasons that Apollo-Lucifer-Dirtbagskithead,
knows all 2 well. I hate HIS miserable trucking guts, and all
though I am madly in love with his twin sister Diana
Zudlecronessia Arteemis, HE and
his Briggers, or the LAMBRIGG CULT @ THE BRIGGBASE IN THE OLYMPIAN
PROVINCE, ON THE ASTRAL PLANE; make me miserable, with their
MILLIONTH COUNCIL-MO continual attacks and various kinds of wicked
vicious slit day and night in my infinite life humanly, in the great
HS, HYPERSPACE. U all C in consciousness, a line in time,
instead of the spatial reality that we all dream-down from our
spiritual or astral-being-ness, which is an original dream-down that
is out and away from the only truth which is the VOID INFINITY. The
gods R frucking with me, and Ed can believe whatever he wants;
but the font changes were not done by me, &
they just started occurring. What U call on Earth, Satan and
the devil, or God the All Mighty, R powerful astral plane gods; and
if U would believe me, U would then B on your way towards seeing many
other big time truths happening all around all of us, and our
pathetic sick diseased twisted wicked world. The daytime television
serial decades ago, Dark Shadows,
showed this cult and its leader, SATAN, call it what the hell ever,
Nick Blair called him by one of his more obscure names of Diabolis.
This is where our English word diabolical
comes from. The plot may indeed B purely a random chance coincidence,
but it is real, and is Y forces led Mr.
Frid, the one whom played the part
of BARNABAS COLLINS,
the main character of the show; 2 suddenly develop an interest in
returning to New York Vaudeville work, and basically ended the
show on a very sudden and abrupt note. The Leviathans did not like,
or should I say the Lamist Cult from the
Briggbase, at and on the phase 2 realities on the ASTRAL
PLANE, in the GREAT CAPITOL PROVINCE OF
OLYMPIA. Remember Shadows fans; the whole deal when Jeb
Hawks and his Leviathan’s, under the control of Satan and his
henchman on Earth, Nicholas Blair, were attempting to regain and
seize power and control over the Earth MW or PHYSICAL PLANE, as the
great ECKANKAR SOUND AND LIGHT
RELIGION would label it, and the Wall
Street guru Skylar Rumson, whose stocks all crashed after
'Nicky' and 'Lucy' turned off the power
manipulator that was blessing them?? If this all was
a huge coincidence television show, then who am I-2 argue
this point? I am not buying it for one astral minper. The show was
super successful, and then bang zap zonk bam crash Adam West and
Batman; it is off the air one day without so much as a whisper of
freaking notice!!!!!!!!!!!! All of this is real and not a bit
fictional. I have lived through a nightmare that supports that this
is all totally real and true, and I will testify in any legal
proceedings in a court of law, at any time and any place; oh lovely
Doctor Donna Dags. There is just way 2 much 2 expand on presently in
this area, and this is what another future blog is there 4, so
'stay-C' tuned pweeeeeze!!!!!!! Of course up here 16 years in the
future from this blog in 2023's July, I have told way way way way
more about this incredible show, including my mom's lover-boy the
mayor, my neighbor lady in the Westmont apartment and her nephew/son,
and the camp counselor actor at my Northeast, Maryland-USA camp,
called Camp Chesapeake, along with names of adjoining towns 2
Westmont, and even stuff that is borderline not
bloggable!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So Let us get back now 2 the year of
2007, shall we YO????????????????
Death
angels R constant, the aerial siege is worse than ever in my life;
and so R many other sieges. Giant girls R crawling out of the damn
wood work. These Millionth Council forces
use, 4 main HELL-GROUPS in this war 2 wipe me out, and destroy, and
totally annihilate me: ANIMALS, WEATHER, MACHINES, AND LAST BUT IN NO
WAY LEAST, HUMANS, AKA 'PEOPLE', as
in the future discussed
'PAWM-WEAPON', OF THE SPACEFORCE-SPAMMENIES. There is no
way 2 ever win, and it is like saying I can put a bug into a room
with a child, and let them fight it out 2 the death; and need I
really say more. It is an ant colony facing
a bulldozer. I know that I am never going 2 get any help,
and that I am in eternal hell. No sir, I do not wonder about it as I
once did. I absolutely & totally trucking know this factually.
U-C, peeps insist that I AM IN SOME TIME WARP OF MY OWN MAKING, and simply put, this a total outright mother flagging filthy lie. It is the SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES who do this 2 me, and R causing this time-warp 2 seemingly B endlessly surrounding me forever, and naught the other way around as I am doing nothing wrong, and absolutely nothing intentionally ever in my life; that would cause me 2B placed in this horrendous time warp. So anything that I could ever CAP in here proves this beyond any possible doubt or uncertainty!!!!!!
Well folks, 2 quote the old-world music bizz somewhat famous recording engineer here from the tail end of the year of 1983 in Orlando, Flowerland-USA, Sir Howard Solomon, “This is Florida”, and so, I am not the only one who sweats in this sweltering ducking heat, and high humidity; or who STINKS as the day wears on. DEAL WITH IT; you rude arrogant wicked evil Floridians. Southern Hospitality? YUK-YUK-LAUGH! So deal with it, U assholes in all behavioral health joints, YO!
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Datfile XX TEOHIV-CB 7
The
Epitome of Harassment ----- Internet Version CB
#7
112707.614.95----DATFILE XX---Beginning Transmission:
My
life is in danger. If I am found dead, WORLD COURT IN THE
HAGUE, The United States Government is the physical world instrument
that is directly responsible 4 my total demise and murder.
The
weekend was within a smidgen of being as awful as 2 weekends ago,
which was totally beyond putrid. Something in
HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY
WAY GALAXY, is using automobile persecution in a vicious way against
me. I just was the victim of a hit
and run, and does anyone think the local police care,
they care enough to be causing the problem in my opinion. I had just
turned left legally and slowly to leave Bellevue Avenue and turn so
I could make a right and pull into the Wachovia Bank parking lot,
and out of nowhere, along comes a young scum bag teen aged male
talking on a cellular telephone, and hits me from 4 or more feet out
of his lane as though he thought it was a one way street and both
lanes belonged to him, boom, and then he takes off like a frucking
total quirk off. I have my witnesses and they saw it all, both Ed
Himacane and Ann Silva.
They made my weekend total hell, and
Friday was pretty awful as well. This is Y the FLYERS will go on
WINNING-WINNING-WINNING-WINNING-WINNING, and the fixed and crooked
Dow Jones stocks will keep going endlessly UP-UP-UP-UP-UP. The
aerial persecution on the weekend was off the scale. Instead of
motorbikes and ground assaults used on and against me, it was all up
in the ducking air skit, noisy loud and low planes, CIA, NRO, and
military reconnaissance planes that belong to their evil MILITUFORCE
OR MILITARY-UFO-FORCE, and the poison chemtrails were
horrific as well, causing many ailments in my body, as they can
match my exact DNA with invisible toxins that R hidden within the
propane jet fuels. Sunday when the Eagles came close to doing the
impossibility and came near to evening the
score with the undefeated quirk off New England scum ball Patriots’
football team, they flew toxic-prope-chem-poisons or as I now
and in future blogging will refer to this in its abbreviated
lettering of TPK, and not some inverted FBI bad-agents P.K. Todd, on
the phase 4- L&O TV show!!!!!!! As these poisonous chemtrails
jet vapors widen and dissipate as U can C from my pix section on the
website, www.morianity-foundation.com they release out the hidden
toxins that effect the people with a precise matching DNA pattern to
the chemical compounded makeup of the poison. Suddenly as the game
was in its 4th quarter, my heart, on top of
all my other hell, began to do major flip flops and started beating
erratically and irregularly. Both arrhythmia and
tachycardia also resulted. Death holds
nothing over me, so I willed myself to die and found myself in a
strange building with a siren that kept saying and repeating the
phrase, “This building is in dysfunction,
remain inside the elevator car
please”. I heard this over and over. Suddenly I was
alive and awake and at home. I have no memory of driving home or
going inside of my residence. I was in my work clothes and not my
normal set of one of 3 pairs of pajamas. My
heart was totally fine, and I had no idea of what really happened to
me after about a quarter B4 eleven the previous night. I
checked the sports scores on TV and naturally the Eagles were wiped
out. I got on my Magnesonic and did a major RRCA, an
immediate Ronald Reagan counter-attack. Later on while
viewing the 11 of the clock news last night, I came 2 discover that
the 2nd in command took a direct hit from what they did
to me, HA-HA. I am fighting a DEFENSIVE ONLY FOOTBALL GAME, and NO
TEAM EVER HAS NOR EVER WILL, WIN ONE OF THESE TYPE OF GAMES,
SO I MUST COUNTERSTRIKE WITH SOME OFFENSIVE ACTION. THESE
ROCK CHUCKING SKUZ GIVE ME ABSOLUTELY NO CHOICE IN THE
MATTER.
MAGNETIC SOUND
MACHINE, I COMMAND UNDER OPEN COMMAND G-7, AT G189,
G1133, AND ALL GENERAL AND SPECIAL ORDERS, USING ZDT AND ADT
TECHNOLOGIES, AT MAXED OUT FULL POWER WITH YOUR GAIN SET AT 11.8
INFINITY, MAJOR EARTHQUAKES, TIDAL WAVES, STORMS, FIRES, FLOODS,
DROUGHTS, CITY UNREST, AND INTERNATIONAL HAVOC TO STRIKE IN ALL
MANNER AND DIVERSE TYPES, UNDER PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM ON AN I
TO D A-B TONE PHASING SYSTEM, UNDER CRUSH DESTRUCT-SINGE
DESTRUCT-TOTAL DESTRUCT-DESTRUCT, G189 AND STOP. Cyberspace while
this uploads also moves in and through the mind or the 6th
dimension, which empowers my fantastic great
Magnetic Sound Machine, U’ll all B very flucking sorry 4
all of this, you sick diseased bastard runt slappers!!!!!!!!
DYING
MANS DECLARATION AND LEGAL DOCUMENT AND DYING AND EXCITED UTTERANCE:
The
following people and power structures R involved in the murder of
me, Michael Mountainpen, my mother
Grace Mohr Mountainpen, my ex and late
pal David Charles Roth, and his mother
Mary Roth:
DONALD
TRUMP, DONNA SUMMER, ROBERT MCGUIRE, ROBERT LEVY, VICTORIA CALLIO,
FRANK CALLIO, SARAH CALLIO MARTINO, SARAH C.M.’S HUSBAND, AND HER
MOTHER AND FATHER IN LAW, THE MARTINO’S, ED SNYDER, RICHARD KARPF,
ALL BRANCHES OF THE UNITED STATES MILITARY BUT NOT ALL OFFICERS AND
BRASS-ONLY CERTAIN TOP KEY CRITICAL ONES, TOP OFFICIALS IN ALL BLACK
COVERT GOVERNMENT AGENCIES SUCH AS CIA, FBI, NRO, OSS, NSA, NASA,
AND THIS LIST IS FAR FROM TOTALLY COMPLETE.
Every day,
huge chemtrails R all over this sick twisted and diseased tri-state
area. So R many low and loud continuously flying airplanes of all
types and kinds, both civilian and military.
Very soon, I
will tell U inventions and what they do and their basic operation
and will include enough basics to build them. I will give U patent
numbers of these devices starting in the year 2029 and moving up as
far as 2218. I will give U the total info to build
a 'retracable DDT2-AVM Recording
System', and even give U its patent numbers, all 763 of
them. U cannot kill me, so I will just go 4 broke, and alter the
entire space-time continuum for all of us, wake up ass holes, how do
U really think the Dow Jones floated along for 20 or more years from
the early nineteen sixties through the eighties, and
then one magical day shot up to 1000,
5000, 10000, 14000??????????
People that have access can buy and hold and then sell at a profit
and go back with more money and buy even more shares. All it takes
is the knowledge. My father was dead drunk one early winter evening
and came into my room, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and said,” I’m
gonna tell ya' something ya' little pecker head. Machines R not how
it all gets done from now until mans time on Earth is through”.
I’m sure I looked at my drunken old man with compassion as I was
over 19 and knew that people when they get all tanked up, do not
even know half of the time what they really R even saying. But he
knew. He fell on my bed but B4 passing totally out from drinking
enough booze 2 keep all of his ex-Navy-buds in fun sauce for hours,
he recited quite a discourse to me on how the mind is everything,
and really belongs to a higher spatial dimension. I was clueless to
what he was talking about and just sat in my chair near the bed with
my mouth shut, eagerly awaiting what was about to come out of his
mouth next, after all, he knew major classified ducking slit 4
Crissake!!!!!! He went on about how special classes were conducted
on several ships by Naval Intelligence, the 'USS ELDRIDGE', being
just one of them, as it as yet was not the selected one for bringing
Einstein’s newly built machine, with Naval cooperation of course;
onto for major space/time/hyperspace experimentation. He started
saying that if copper is melted and kept at a precise temperature, I
am not giving that on this blog, and certain cobalt magnets R
properly positioned around an area and then a person directs his
voice onto a recorder with magnetized tape, says things that he or
she would want the machine to B able 2 do, and then takes the tape
and wraps it around the magnets so that the sub atomic particles can
re-claim the reality that is recorded as a verbal command, and the
melted copper above is enclosed in a container forming a weird
greenish color gaseous vapor above these magnets with these tapes
wrapped around them, the machine now would do anything that the user
told it to do, if the user connected a regular telephone into the
magnetic system inside, and it went through an open line and was
received by a second telephone, this would totally make the
commander speaking through this telephone, able 2 do anything
programmed onto the tape and wrapped around the magnets for 'asapian
reclaim', as it will B called centuries from now. If U tell this
machine that it can transport U through space and time or through
hyperspace, or that it can cause weather and natural disasters, or
permit objects 2 represent actual things existing materially and by
burning them or throwing them through moving metal fan blades once
empowered; will make this reality atomically duplicate. Then
he went on to tell me how he has been on Jupiter, and this was in
1974 in Early January. He said there is
a beautiful girl that calls herself the lightning goddess of
Jupiter, and that she is his oldest daughter, a great Scylla.
On the human world, this would appear as a planet of pure gas with
fiery lightning bolts constantly crashing everywhere, but that he
was able to C her and talk 2 her, as he changed from material to a
starry astral realm. His mind could do all of this, and at first,
the military began experimenting after Hoffman invented LSD, 2 use
this 2 explore. But the officer that trained my father’s special
class had come up with a radical new way to work this magic. He
claimed that sexual energy could B re-channeled and used 4 the
purpose of mind control, and mind altering or shifting awareness to
other levels of so-called reality. He said
other things as well, B4 what he said slurred into
non-intelligibility, and then he passed out. I will not tell U
everything right now, but bank on this Mick coy, it will indeed B
told!!!!!!!!!!!
The phase 5 is the next major thing 4
me 2 begin discussions on and attempt 2 lead readers into even newer
and more far out skit. Many other things touched on will B also
further elucidated upon as well. Do any of my blogger-readers
remember how I told U all back in late June, how I lost my awareness
here, [fell asleep], and I was up on the boardwalk near FRAILENGERS
SALT WATER TAFFY store, one of them, there used 2B several, not sure
if it was the one on Tennessee Avenue or not, do not think it was,
Aniwho; the Mayor came up to me and insisted on giving me a
fantastic roulette system, as he stated it would ease his conscience
4 trying 2 hurt me so many times when all I ever tried 2-B-2 him,
was his friggin’ friend? He gave it 2 me, and it worked on paper 4
a while when I woke up, but one day it stopped working totally.
Diana, in a [dream], came 2 me and told me 2 take all of the numbers
that I won on, and all of the numbers that I lost on, and gave me a
code for the numbers that equal a,b,c,d,e, up to z. It took 2
months, but slowly from work, I worked on this project on my lunch
break, when I wasn’t doing a little karaoke work, I keep a
keyboard and a K machine at my guard house to enjoy on my lunch
break. Aniwho, [female version of the mountains], upon doing this, a
strange message came out. The letters separated by 3’s on the
winning numbers, gave me the message that SORA was all set up by my
buddies [his], so that I would work 4 him on the beach as a security
detail under his command, around two-oh-one-oh. If I did not
cooperate in things that would all lead up to this, I
would have both my legs permanently broken by Bob McGuire, [the
bully in the pix on my website, go there pweeeeeze], and if I
went to the SORA classes and stayed on my job, and did what is
destined 4 me 2 do; I will B permitted 2 reach nirvana within
one-million years. I had of course already decided 2 go through with
the SORA thing, and this was all many months after the fact.
However, the message went on to say that I
would B given my Sarah, here on the Earth world, not the grown up
human incarnation, but the astrally projected Sarah that I knew from
the 1960’s. I called and got information on how to send
a letter to the author of a recently written book called??? some
kind of code, it may B “bible code”, but do not “””””quote”””””
me pweeeeeze!!!!!!! When I got the address, I wrote and the
publisher wrote back a short note on school paper, written I am sure
by his or her 6 year old kid, so the print could never B traced. I
had told the entire story. The note says simply this, and looks like
something written 2 me from a 6 year old in a blue crayon: U must
never work as a guard under him on the beaches of Atlantic City.
This is all part of the biggest terrorist plot ever to be hatched in
the history of humanity. Do not ever play this gaming system and get
rid of all of it. We will deal with his honor. This was not signed,
but was initialed, also in the blue crayon,
BLKZ. I have this note buried in a wrench-tightened empty Mountain
Dew soda bottle, and have the original in my residence; actually, I
made 5 copies at the Hammonton library, USAESMWG, they all R in
these soda bottles, each buried in a place only I will remember, 50
inches deep in the vast New Jersey Pinelands. After
the slit all hit the fan with the Mayor, I wanted real badly 2 blog
all this. I waited 4 the right time, and causing me a hit and run
and car damage, well; time to tell, and yeah, this is TRS bwaby-wuv
FUDD!!!!!!!!!!
Got another whittle message, and
this time on my voicemail, but not on my phone. I do not tell
everything I do, I am not that stupid. I have 2 many shmucking
enemies. It said that they took 67 pictures of 30
South Plaza Place, in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. Every
one of them came out messed up, and not one came out, NOT ONE.
So whatcha up 2 now Mister Mayor, even
the Judge and Walt R asking about U, and all I ever say is
that I’m not catching any waves with him any longer. Well,
like I said 2U Big Bob, back in the end of the 1997 season, U
NEVER KNOW THE FUTURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cause me all
the accidents U want, U cannot kill me, none of U diseased pricks
can. I cannot remain dead, so screw all of U. I thought I was the
only hyperspace me. Seemed the only
possible explanation for getting shot at Wawa in 1996, and all of
the other famous Mountainpen instantaneous resurrections, but
quantum physics says it is not possible to B the only High School
Musical, HSM, sahwee, HYPERSPACE-ME. 'AWEN' and
'AWEN' and 'Hell-apoopya', the ASTRAL WORLD ENTERTAINMENT NETWORK is
Y-I am forever here and suffering, the greatest coolest show in
town, let’s watch the sick little bitch suffer, aren’t we just
such a bunch of sweetypies???? When child
molesters like Tom Reale
can get away with what they did 2 me, and on and on; go
ahead and tell me just how fair and just this sick old world really
is. It is de-evolving, not evolving, U’re kidding yourselves
Darwinist-peeps!!!!! All this back from the dead and occultist info
out in the world that claims we R all here in life to grow
spiritually and learn, even the great 'BJE' best seller book author
and NDE-experiencer and guest on many shows like fatso. Honey,
you’re books R great and uplifting emotionally, but I never lie to
beautiful women. UR being deceived by
what the Eckists call ASTRAL PLANE KAL-POWER, I shorten it to APKP.
Not that this stands in a double 4
“ANTAGONISTIC PAULA KING PISS-POOP”, all though it certainly
could, but does not, and back onto point again; if we R
moving forward and gaining in our spirituality as a race, then
Y has God been removed from school, and now from even government
buildings as though the great
Sarah-Stacey is something 2B ashamed of as opposed 2 being something
2B in total awe over, and loved and worshiped
24/7/365.2422????? Come on, evolving and coming back here better,
and more spiritually advanced; U godda' B
kidding Eckankar, BGE, and all of U. How
can U seriously believe this junk 4 one half an astral minper 4 the
gods sake????
In closing today’s blog, the
bad news MO, is yours, not mine.
Ann Silva and Ed
Himacane, and this computer
thing ain’t working out too swiftly, so I will B in
possession of this laptop, and have plenty of blog time twice a
week, 2 write all that I need 2, from our own private residence; and
then later on shoot it up 2 the ninny-nut, [internet]. No more bull
slit, down to some real fruyucking serious business, BWABY-WUV
ELMER!!!!!!!!!!
GOOGLE/SWIS/WORLD LABORATORIES/ this is an
official web logging document. It is sworn under oath voluntarily by
me under penalty of legal perjury charges. All blogging is
co-copyrighted MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN/ with the Google engine
and internet system as provided by law to protect my part in this
intellectual property, including Optical Television, Freezerfans,
and all inventions of the future that I make reference to.
Rats,
Tats, and Playing Real NON-EAGLES Football needs B inserted here B4
closing out, do not need another heart breaking game. Where the DUCK
R THE POLICE AND AUTHORITIES------OR DO U WANT
THE EAGLES TO LOSE EVERY GAME? PROTECT ME AND THEY WON’T. U CAN
BELIEVE THIS--I DO NOT LIE!!!!!!!!!!!!
DATFILE
XX ENDS TRANSMISSION:
mju
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Labels: aliens and the Millionth Council, our endless interactions, The millionth Council and Me
Thursday, November 22, 2007
TEOHIV DATFILE XIX CB #6 The Millionth Council and Me
The
Epitome of Harassment-Internet Version [TEOHIV] CB
#6
Subtitled-----The Millionth Council and Me
DATFILE
XIX----Thanksgiving day in November of 2K7
112207.628.79 date
error on prior datfile, typed today’s date back on yesterday’s
Wednesday Chapter Blog-CB. BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
One of many
things that caused, IMHO that is, yesterday’s vicious death siege
from filthy twisted MO enemies, was what I know that they heard me
say onto a new portable cassette tape machine, as U know on 2 counts,
one, that these MO scuz broke my previously used two machines, and on
count 2, U should by now B aware, that whatever U say onto a tape, UR
directly telling this MILLIONTH COUNCIL ASTRAL
WORLD AUTHORITY, OR MC-AWA. Tape machines, any electronic
device, whether it B an analogue or digital nature, it makes
absolutely no difference, plug in or battery, electrons R chemically
stored in cells of your batteries, for an oversimplified lesson on
how batteries produce usable electrical energy by way of a direct
current. So, what was I talking about in that conversation with
myself back on Tuesday night, onto my life journal record [of a
sorts], doubling up as my blogging notes audibly? I will get into
that in a moment ladies and lads. First, I am the victim of
poisoning, as was David Roth, my ex-best friend in this mortal life,
killed by way of a clever plan of slowly poisoning him when they ate
together at various diners. This evil monster named Jonathan Schau
knew that he had a habit of ordering his cocoa and then freshening up
in the rest room, and the cocoa would get placed on the table B4 his
returning from the rest room, I should know, as 4 many years, we ate
at diners and this indeed was what he always did, and this gave Schau
time 2 slip anything into his cocoa cup. Even I would know how easy
that this would B2 do. He would reach over obviously and take his
cup, and pretend 2B sweetening the cocoa with sugar or some small
packet, when of course, it was a slow poison. If Constable McMeekan
would ever exhume the body of David Roth, he would C-4 himself that
this indeed is the reality of the shituation. Schau was an expert on
many subjects, and Roth told me that he was a college educated highly
intelligent man, familiar with chemistry and numerous things that
would make the evidence overwhelming in any court run by Jack McCoy
of the Law and Order show. Schau had talked him into putting him in
as his executor and beneficiary in a life insurance policy of more
than one hundred thousand dollars USD. Roth and I had at the time had
a small rift growing between us on religious matters, he was not a
pagan, one God only, and would not listen 2 what I know about
Lawtronics filtering down into the 6th dimensional elevator room, and
from there permitting a near endless multiversal cycle of
creation-existence. From here a space time 4 dimensional system is
then created inside each of these near-unlimited multiverses of 5th
dimensional space-time. Do not confuse my numbering the dimensional
realities with those that I number as existence phases. Phase one is
truth at void infinity, we simply exist-case closed. 2 is the
dreaming out and away from this void, into an astral dream-shift
existence. 3 is the further dreaming down into sequences of
individual pieces of individual lifetimes, all throughout the huge
hyperspace that surrounds the astrallity on a mass-equivalent
relationship, based on an atomic interchange of C squared, or the
speed of light times the speed of light. 4 is the lawtronic
enforcement of a 7th dimensional decision of creation-architecture
whereby entrance to phase 3 human MW life is permitted from phase 2
astral life, within a permitted range of [fitting in] to the system.
Should U decide U wish 2 come here as a resident of a place far north
of Canada and Greenland, with a toy shop, a magic sleigh, flying
reindeer, and a red suit, on a fat immortal body, with lots of elves
around, this is designed to pop in a magic stop order and instead of
coming in this way, U move in to phase 4, just as automatically as
any stock broker knows that if I have ten shares of stock of ABCD
CORPORATION that I bought at 22.and 5/8 per share with a stop loss
order placed at the price of 22 and ½, and the price drops below
this, say down to 22 and 1/8 by end of business that day, my 10
shares would have been sold automatically at in most cases, the price
of the stop loss order. Lawtronic systems R quite a bit more real and
powerful than anything on Wall Street, and if an astral being
attempts to mortally dream in the life of some superman or mythical
type of creature, it switches to instead of dreaming UR born and
starting a life, to where UR merely the energy transfer in the mind
of an all ready existing phase three entity, in the form of his or
her fantasy or imagination. This is LAWTRONICS, and U will defy
gravity B4U beat this law, it is an absolute. Enough 4 now on phases
of existence and how they operate in and through the 7 controlled
lawtronic dimensional system.
BTAT—CHAPTER 0029
Wednesday, February 22, 2023
Blog start time: 11:28 AM
As stated, until further notice these blogs will post in kitty-butt quality, because nobody anywhere seems 2 know how to make the website coding system properly decode my word document paste in with the needed coding for doing this. I am picking up aerial siege today after a week without any of it, and I will always keep 'the Blogaudianship' informed of these matters. This is so you all can endlessly TRACK THE PARALLEL EVENTS, and prove 2-U all that this is entirely real, and my claims R indeed totally real and true, and not simply the mere ranting delusions of a completely insane crackpot madman; Mister Jason and Ken, of WFMU-Int-Rad.
Of course I will never deny any reality for that very reason, and yes world, you can all look me up as I share a relatively eternal spot on the mighty net-lands or as I term it on my Morianity, “Cyberville”, simply by Googling up, “Crackpots from New Jersey”. I have no power over what any of you say or think of me, and will never for a single seck try 2 deny that truth, as denying any part of reality would then prove me out 2B a genuine mentally ill person with numerous psychotic features and schizophrenic delusions. Moving on now, this will B a blog with information on a few topics and I won't B attempting to tie in a zillion pieces to one large whole truth today, but some may indeed see this powerful truth without me saying a whole lot about it myself just from following my Morianity, and knowing the story of Mountainpen's miserable hellish life of endless quintessential misery. “Okay, this is a tri-dah-cell-ous”, and the accented syllable is the second of the four of them, and I have shown the word in dictionary-style here, so you know how to pronounce it but not how to exactly spell it, and now you need to know what this is all about since it is a continuation of my Egg Harbor dreaming interaction from several nights ago. I appear to B an employee at this very large supermarket that is also called an ACME Grocery Store just as we had a half century ago all throughout the Delaware Valley and tri-state area where I grew up in, only the Egg Harbor Acme that famously stood for so very long in town right on the Julia White Horse Pike, just a few blocks west of Philadelphia Avenue and the main street in town; does not exist in this particular parallel reality. Ever since I grew up in this one particular reality, I had but one single job at this store, and the real estate location of it here is the potato chip factory that is a short distance to the east down Route 561 from the great Atlantic County youth detention center. People used to phone me back when I resided at the Mullica Mobile Manor in the first decade of this 21st century, and ask me if my father's side of the family had a teacher named 'MOHR' somewhere in that area, and between this and a lifetime of recurring dreams concerning schools in that area and my always trying to get to one of them, I knew something was up, or to better say this, with Mister Joe Sivo's quotation here perhaps, “Something was going down”!!!!!!!!!!! Even the world renown evangelist Doctor Billy Graham knew that our entire being or soul if you will, is not containable in one human lifetime, and thus making several references to how one of the scriptures can be more better understood, by realizing this powerful truth. I speak of the bible verse that asks us human beings, what does it profit a man to gain the whole world but to then lose his own soul? It is of course considered 2B total mental illness and schizophrenic magical thinking to say it, but I say, give me a flucking break here, Mister Diagnostic Statistical Manuel (DSM). The place that architecturally resembles a school and definitely naught a detention center right there in Egg Harbor City is called HARBORFIELDS, the very same name of the school up in Long Island, New York that Mariah Carey once attended. So between a lifetime of these recurring dreams about the place, the way the great King cousins acted with me while I was trying to figure the whole thing out, and was simultaneously living right there with them, the telephone calls asking me about my family as well as the teachers and schools, the cupcake incident involving my attempted murder, and switching to a world where I seemingly had no proper ID to operate my automobile, while at Jenny's Park, the MMM; and other smaller parts to this as well, and this does not add up to saying and concluding that something outlandish is happening around me, oh Mister Psych-Book? Wanna' ducking gimme' a break, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BRO????????????
So in my wild dreaming interaction from several nights back now, I was in the store where I had worked in all of my life. It began where I was up at the front area and was trying to alter a setting on an air conditioning system and it was not like anything here in this world as it was part of a fan and air conditioner and looked more like home units would rather than something that would be operating in a professional building such as a large food store. I kept attempting 2 adjust some settings and it seemed 2B all going kaplooey. Finally I had figured out how to effect a jury-rigged repair 2 it and it then seemed 2B properly working, and as I walked away to go down 2 one of the aisles of the store, I immediately observed that I was wearing a pair of headphones. Nothing was playing through them yet I was wearing them and my double there in that dream never removed them and seemed to B able 2 hear things around him perfectly despite having them covering over his ears. Then I suddenly found myself walking through the perimeter system of the store and while in the back of it suddenly observed a man and his wife along with two children, either two boys or a boy and girl and I wasn't sure because of the hair dues, and my not being able to see past some chairs that were blocking part of the view between this group of folks and myself. Then my dreaming-double seemed 2 recognize that there was a weird store promotion going on and that the woman and the children were just part of what was going on and the man who I had originally believed 2B the father of this family, was some hypnotist dude and this was an experiment that proved how stores were using a form of subliminal consciousness technique in order 2 induce more purchases. I couldn't resist, or my double there couldn't resist, shouting over at this group and saying, “It isn't done that way, the message is spoken underneath of the music or MUZAK system that we all hear when in stores and hotel lobby's and elevators”. Then the hypnotist who seemed 2 me 2B a very mild mannered individual, suddenly jumped up out of a chair, turned to me or my dreaming-doppelganger, and said in a loud stern voice, and while pointing a finger into my face, “Okay this is a tridaucelous” or however you may wish and attempt to correctly spell the word. All I know is that for whatever the reason, my dreaming-double then suddenly just began walking down one of the central food aisles as if nothing had ever even happened at all. I remember thinking upon awakening that none of the food products on any of the shelves even remotely resembled the types of food stuffs and packaged products from here in the 'waking-ordinary world reality'. By the way, my Spellchecker Word Dictionary show absolutely nothing even remotely resembling any similar verbiages to that wild transdimensional-EHC word. So to quote the mighty and wonderful awesome illustrious Sir Chester-Frank here kind folks, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Yes, as told B4 on numerous previous blogging texts on this Morianity Project, spanning over 17 YEARS now; I have picked up a great deal, whether Merry knows it or naught Mizz lovely phone company Blake of 1983, transdimensional words. Names of things, names of people, names of cities such as Atlantica where here we all know the place or the Winn-Joint as Atlantic City, and on and on we can go here folks, or I can, YO YO YO HA, ME' BRAHHHH!!!!! Yes the planes today are real real REALE bad, Tommy boy, and even Sir Tommy ROWE and all Rowe's out there, outlandish from Spellchecker or naught, lovely Mizz Blake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have now activated my ALWS systems, one is on my front porch, and one is on my rear porch, and this stands for Airport Light-Warning Switches, and I'll let a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE cat out of the bag now for my wonderful peeps and Morians/Blogaudians out here, and my wonderful pal and sir, Senator Bernie Sanders. First I'll tell U all what the abbreviated letters stand for, and then what is happening to make it all clear 4-U, my Blogaudians. ALWS stands for Mister Mountainpen's 'AIRPORT LIGHT-WARNING SWITCH'. I activate two bright lightbulbs, LED-100 watt, taking only 15-W of actual power each, and once during every shift, the airport peeps have a guy driving through the property here 2C if these lights R on or naught, Mizz lovely 1983 Blake. The co-op gave permission for me to do this as my landlord has witnessed enough strange stuff and was able to convince them that a real enemy harassing me all of my life is really doing this to me and that I need to have a pilot drive in to check my ALWS situation every single day at random times, at least four times. So chime in now if ye' will, oh Sir CF from that 1999's Jersey bar, oh kind sir and once roomie: “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES SIR, GREAT PEEPS OUT HERE YO, WOW-2-THAT-1!!!
“Boy oh boy oh boy” Uncle Billy Frank Capra Wonderful Life Movie, YO, all little dogs, tape recorders, karate kicking bugs, and detention centers of coincidental nomenclatures. If any of the great Atlantic City peeps R out there from this dimension, you know I am not making up anything, including what all of U did 2 me back in oh-8 and oh-9. Please B at the dog-run park, Sir SWAP, six days from today, Tuesday the final day in this demonic month of 0223. TANKS, and a great big ass HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE “B---O---O---M”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We need to move this slit along, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, and maybe U need 2B talking 2 my local sheriff 2 as I don't think that he takes my story from HELL all that goddamn seriously, kind sir, so we'll talk in six days kind friend, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well in any event ole' fudging world, let us proceed marching onward here. Not far away over in the Fort Pierce Spanish Lakes Community, a ten foot gator was just euthanized for killing an eighty-five year old lady and her pet if I am remembering the news story correctly, and stupid Spellchecker doesn't recognize the name with the letter-D ending for putting down an animal for whatever the stupid computer world reason, but in any case, this just happened a couple days back, and gators and lizards and snakes and insurance salesmen AKA scummy Geckos are literally swarming all over tropical places such as our great American state known by the Mountainpen as Flower-land, and AKA by non-Morians, Florida-USA. Still, flowers, and songs, and great hot flower lands, and dreams, and property owners of Atlantic City named Estelle. Like super mother ducking ass WOW-WOW-WOW-WOWSY-WOWSER, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I won't soon forget driving down here in early middle December of the year 2009 and stopping near the great pier where on one side, the mighty Mister Flagler named pier separates the beaches from many of my long ago recurring dreams, and then the southern side of the pier where Ormond Beach begins, and Misses Estelle Andersen Bassler had her home; after leaving her South Atlantic City home that was located at 30 South Plaza Place. This home was where she and her adopted son Mister Chester Perkowski resided, all throughout the time where SARAH's SHOP was all a part of my life as a teenager, as well as when I was a younger preteen, or 'tween' as they refer to it in today's times. Without watching the television show called, “DARK SHADOWS”, and really observing carefully, the entire story line from shortly after Quentin Collins came onto the scene, and then right up through the time that the Leviathan Cult leader was killed by being shoved off of an ocean cliff, known only too well by 'shadowans' or fans of the show, and then see the absolutely unmissable connections with me and my entire life, and all pertaining to the magical goddess-girl known to me only as “SARAH KRASSLE” as she spelled it out 4 me in a middle December of 1969 dreaming interaction; you won't ever truly B able to C this unfathomably powerful reality that something beyond Senator-Sanders-HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE is going on here, in all of this inconceivable stuff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I told you about computers and the reality behind the entire reason that they R now in total control over this entire planet, and without anyone other than me being the wiser. I told you what makes them operate, crystals that make their motherboards, as well as electrons giving them their power; and I also told U all how they have no astral essence or truth whatsoever. All one needs 2 do here is 2 carefully examine this show on television, D.S., and then compare in full rigid austere honesty, the Leviathan Cult deal with what has actually happened to this world. CREATURES WITHOUT A SOUL, computer technology, computers, internet, the cloud, and this is only the very infancy conception and origination of a much greater diabolical plot, and yes, just as the show warns us, and the biggest part still not recognized here is that the creators of that marvelous show were all the time totally mucking CLUELESS to what was going on, and how they were being used to give this warning, even if only one person received it, that being THE CHOSEN HUNTINGTON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! B realistic here for just a goddamn second. The only possible thing here is not that Mountainpen is a crazy and delusional crackpot, but rather that he HAS BEEN CHOSEN to receive truths that went totally over everyone else's head. It isn't that I am better than anyone else, merely CHOSEN. Yes, this sounds like cult-talk in and of itself, but let me put all of your minds to ease here, may I pweeeeeeeeeeeeeze? Simply readeth on.
Cult leaders want power over their fold, over others in general, over young girls in order to obtain sexual privileges with them, they have ideas and concepts that the Christian scriptures absolutely condemns, and despite a lot of their near-truths, those truths R4 Purgatorial existence such as free love and 'multiple mergings', and along those lines once known in hippie jargon as sex-orgies. On the Astral-Plane there is no monogamy or marriages or death and mates do not make vowels to love until death as dividing by C-squared is a concept so far removed it just isn't a part of anything there, and even that merely causes human-dreaming and that is what we all R, dream-downs off of the endless-Purgatory. I merge with Lightning and the coils that SHE has given 2 me quite often, and this is absolutely okay and proper, THERE, naught HERE. Cult leaders may or may not B aware of these truths, but they only want to satisfy their carnal or Earthly and Mortal world natures of their flesh-appetites. I promise any and all of U that the furtherest thing from my mind, ever, now, or B4, is to take over anyone's mind, or control them in any possible or remotest way. The magical Sahasra Dal Kanwal chain may have indeed given 2 me some strange and unusual desires as previously discussed, but never have I wished to engage in actual sexual connectedness with girls that R-2 young 2-B having sexual relations, in any way, including the 'nineties-Sir Clinton' ways. If I could, I would be the biggest spit-vampire on the planet, thanx-2 that chain altering somehow magically, my mind, and yes; the billionaires all know that it would multiply my lifespan 8 times over, as it once did to the entire H-12-Tribes, the great Jewish secret, & as Morianity refers 2 this as. Typing this in right now folks, made me remember that I forgot a powerful insertion the other day on a recent blogging text. I was discussing that magical SARAH-surname of K-R-A-S-S-L-E, and how SHE spelled it out for me in a wild dreaming interaction back in December of 1969, and how the Dark Shadows television show went onto spin-off two movies, 'HOUSE OF DARK SHADOWS', and 'NIGHT OF DARK SHADOWS'. In one of these movies, a gorgeous little girl was named SARAH KASSEL, if I am spelling that surname correctly, and it was pronounced in the movie, the same way that 'KRASSLE' would B pronounced, only without containing the letter of “R”. HALLS FAWCES, or the MISOE or 'whatever' ole' pal Bob Andrews from 1975-1980 B4 your great public office days that laid ahead of U sir; somehow R creating 'something' and to mortal-world human observation with its very limited low lying horizons, we fail 2C and properly recognize that this same exact force behind this fantastic 60's-television show-D.S., and the reality and persona of one Sir Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr, perhaps R one and the same, you know; as in the other example of being one and the same that we all know of quite well, Clark Kent and Superman, as in this great show, without knowing that truth that the viewers know, and R fully aware of; the characters in the movies and shows R thus completely limited to not having that fact while being the characters whom they R portraying. The main reality that came clear 2 me very early into this 3rd millennium and 20th century in human chronology is my home in the Purgatory, called RICKTOWN MANOR. This home is beyond any mansion that could even begin to B fathomed in construction on any mortal realm of physical caporial life. It literally branches off in six opposing directions for one thing, a total humanly impossible architectural feat!!!!!!!! Its immense size is the other factor as it literally is 80 percent of the square miles of the state of Pennsylvania, here on waking mortal world planet Earth-USA. Then there is the far rear wing of the entire structure that in the mortal and waking world realm is part of a movie set in NYC and the 60's television show, D.S. There is no actual Collinwood of course, despite the 'establishing shot', showing a girl's private school, in a nearby area to where the show was done, and all of this is as meaningless as a single seagull, flying over our heads while enjoying a day on a beach on a vacation after a long and hard winter season at our job. In real truth to how singularity produces HER creation, first the Plancktime, and then the 5-D-hyperspace blown out beyond that in a folded magical fabric containing eleven dimensions, with two '5-D systems' inside of each of them; once we exist here 'physically', the complex interdimensional realities cause things to operate as they do and trying to fully explain it would require all of us 2B at least 'Einstein times 100', and a million years 4 me 2 type out this truth, and then 4-U all to sit down and attempt 2 “GET IT”; all great 'G.W.' 'musician dads' out there; right lovely Mizz J. L. Hewitt?????????!!!!!!!!!!!!! So rather than attempting 2 tackle a truly insurmountable project here, such as that one folks; let me put things in more relatable terms, if that is even frucking remotely possible. WOW, Mister Macy and C---L---U---B!!!!!!!!! WOW & WOW!!!!
We can get into Peoples Magazine, Dark Shadows, MISOE operatives and their office-bosses, dream control, Ufology, and a zillion related topics; although seemingly to the untrained non-Morian-eye, not so damn ass related. Let me do things my own way, if you please, lovely Mizz EHC resident, Terry Accusatory Scatterbrain. Yes the only two peeps that I speak so frequently of on these blogs who R some of the residents of the lovely and illustrious Egg Harbor City, Mizz Leticia Tilley, and Mizz Terry 'Scatterbrain-Namer of Mountainpen'. Mizz Terry was a gal-pal of the lovely Mizz Ann King Silva, of the mighty Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. She insisted that no story, even mine, needs 2B done and 2 quote her of course, “So scatterbrain-style”. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, BIG ASS BUTT, unfortunately, this just ain't so. No one on planet Earth would ever B able 2 successfully write the story of 'Morianity' in a non-scatterbrain-appearing style, and she is simply 100% totally mistaken. So sahwee Mister Japanese Ambassador from World War II, but 2 quote Sir Sigmund Malyeska here, “That's the way it goes”. SOOOOOOOOOO, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! We will need to begin 2-C and fully realize just Y my family as well as all of my OTAMMIC ENEMIES, just cannot B placed in some rational normal order in chronology, the way that other stories tell things. It is not possible, that's all there is 2 it folks. The space bar is completely trucked up and I will definitely B purchasing an entirely new computer system, solving the murder of two birds while employing only one rock; and without going to any Oaklyn, New Jersey creek-parks, with my-then-pal, Sir Jim T. Burr, back in the early middle spring time, in the year of 1974. We will get on the Pennock voice changing magical 'pen' pieces, the cult leader cousin-Pennock, the flower song and translation requests that all led up to car interference and magical-McFly circuits being secretly inserted into them, and a zillion other power house things that R all related to these things listed so far, and then folks; remember that this may B at best and at most, perhaps one one thousandths of the entire story, and yes, it will all B told, and IPYT great folks out here. So a great big damn fat ass ''WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE''!!!!!!!!
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Sunday, December 4, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0281
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SUNDAY
AFTERNOON, 12:42 PM-EST
DECEMBER 4, 2011, MY 57TH BOTBAR
FRUCKING
BIRTHDAY
OFFICIAL
RESIDENT OF HELL, AS PER JAMES EARL CARTER
FROM THE YEAR
1986 IN MIDDLE AUGUST
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Monster
Music Man next door, woke me
again, blaring his horrific loud rotten-neighbor music at
me, ruining my entire flucking
birthday. There is no way to have peace and
bunt tapping quiet in this world. Music is so loved by
people, personally, I ducking hate it. I hate it when
I am somewhere and a radio or something is playing, and some
amateur begins to sing along, totally
believing they are either Pavarotti
or Carey. If they
were, that is one thing; but if not, can't you please save it for
your shower room while scrubbing up, and do us all a fruyucking
favor. This quirk off next door is old and either hard of hearing,
or like most peeps today, they all just love to blare away, and
wreck the only two ears that they were born with; believing either
that they are indestructible, or that they live 90 years from now
where even full ears and eyes are directly transplantable into the
brain, without any nerve complications happening whatsoever, YO.
I
asked Gawky Gaukauk just why all
of a sudden this neighbor is driving me up a wall and what and who
is behind it, by drawing 72 paying cards, eight suits from two
decks, containing all cards from aces through nines. The great black
cat said the reason for this new hell and misery in my life, is
number PCN-781. Now let us talk about this and a lot of other major
mother ducking crap as well folks.
I
am imagining none of this 57 years of Doctor Feet and his hell, who?
No, that is the guy in the telephone booth
with the Donald, exchanging phony weaves, dreams, and comfortable
shoe insoles. But yes peeps, the other day, I asked this
mighty black cat a question on why that horrific day of the 23rd
of November was forced on me by
these flucking glass monsters, and yes; the answer was again,
PRIVATE 'COSMICODED NUMBER' (PCN)-781. Today,
before I began this blog of SJ-CH-0281, again, I drew the
two cards that produce the PCN-ROOT DIGITS,
these being the 7 and then the 8. The PCN is the difference between
these root digits, if any Doctor, and using this digit as the 3rd
one, creating a PCN or ROOT DIGITS 78 becomes PCN-781. My
root digits are 87 for example, Donald
Trump has root digits 23,
and so forth. You must use your exact birth given first and last
names to get your life-long PERSONAL PCN. By the way, you cannot
exact the GAWNUM the same question, unless it pertains to different
potential answers because it is asked
at different times during ones life. Other than that exception, only
once counts; and thus after that, you will get false answers. Do not
try getting the GAWNUM to be your genie and give you 'yes' and 'no'
responses. It is designed as a mighty story
telling systems of comparisons and matching's; & not
to tell you in a direct question, if Johnny
Marshmallow should marry Toni-Louise
Macbeth. It is designed to bring a new skill to a user, and
this being, learning how to figure things around a query, then by
varying the words or phrases of query, they can match up PCN-number
results to a second half, such as, “My boss is acting totally
weird with me because he found out that I...” The dot-dot-dot are
numerous possible things you may be wondering and worrying about,
and they also all have their own PCN's, when figured out. Then your
master PCN of the sentence with your boss is compared GAWNUMLY with
numerous other PCN sentences until you start super sleuthing around
and get matching answers. It is not six year old stuff, but it is
addictive and also fun and entertaining as hell. It is totally real,
and it totally works. Anyone thinking this is not so, needs further
education on this exact science. I will tell more and more as time
and persecution on this off the scales attack, continues to march
fruyucking on, to this demonic evil drumbeat. Now I had no
particular blog planned out for this weekend, and really was yucking
hoping to catch a break, but the WOMO is making me about as
miserable as can be conceived, and is responsible for my first
degree premeditated murder. It is official that I said I cannot take
much more and will need to take my life, so if this happens, these
peeps all need to go to MOTHER FRUCKING
PRISON FOR THE REST OF THEIR DIRTY FILTHY TWISTED DISEASED LIVES, TO
ROT AND SUFFER; JUST AS THEY CAUSED ME TO,
for pushing 30 years or so now!!!! I noticed two other pretty
much inescapable bull-slit coincidences recently. The minute I
say that “Donald
Trump will be president over my non
breathing body”, he pops up on
his dirt bag owned and mobbed up NBC-NETWORK, floozies and all; and
fairy god mother news bells; 'aha-aha-aha',
Mashell-1980 & family; he decided all over again that he will
run, and then began all this
persecution on me, as he has been behind the usage of
this ICPE tool, ever since I told his peeps at his casino in the
summer time of the year 1986, that I use PARALLEL EVENT SYSTEM, to
beat the game of roulette, and this would piss off any fruyucking
casino owner, like DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You cannot say that if you
start with this blog, and read backwards, that I
DO NOT HAVE PLENTY OF PROOF THAT BACKS UP MY WORDS HERE,
FOLKS, NOT UNLESS YOU WANT THE AWARD OF THE DECADE
FOR BEING AN ASS AND A MORON,
THAT IS.
Well Gawky; despite
many uncertainty's in this old sick world, “God's
Dog” may have visited “Babylon”,
and not in his doggie form, until he was old enough to do a
Nancy Reagan, and just
say NO to my dear wonderful sweet
mom, who took a vicious secret to
the grave.
But still, this “Prophet
of Nothing” from “July
twelve, nineteen-seventy” a few years back at that time; did not
then know that these four things were all PCN-781, shown above in
double-quotation. I have a listing matchbook of a dozen or more
other less important things, but for now, these four need to be
talked about, as something contained in one or any combination, or
all of them; is causing this real bad hell, according 2 the magic
cat of Copyrighted Halloween Day. I am not
trying to win power-balls, since that
is your thing, oh MIZZ PAULA
UWICH!!!!!!!
This is what is causing this neighbor
to blare my wall down every day now without
ducking mercy, perhaps at Trump's
or Nick's
behest, but since I have only what
detectives call SOLID MOTIVE, I do not have any court evidence to
this effect, so I blog out, maybe at their behest. If you see two
mean looking kids in a park, you just got there and they are
leaving. One is crying and more bloody and dirty than the other one,
but you saw nothing; you can solidly speculate that these boys had
been fighting, since nobody else is around. But you cannot swear in
court, one other thing other than this. None of us would have it any
other way, it is just 2 easy to get framed, and innocently go off to
flucking prison. Many guilty's are out walkin' and talkin', while
the innocent's are all locked away inside. As I said to Paula, and
some others, Regis sir, dog roofs and radio stations all
notwithstanding, “BE CAREFUL”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What is good
for the goose, you know. I have nothing against the American
Criminal Justice System, except for when it doesn't work, which is
quite often. IN MY CASE, IT NEVER DOES, AND
NEVER HAS.
Let
me quickly get into the song from 1988
that I Copyrighted and wrote from my home in Moorestown, NJUSAESMWG,
a mile or so away from the home of baseball giant, Mitch Williams,
AKA Mister World Series Gamethrow. I know he honestly tried his
best, but some were ready in 1993, to shoot the poor devil. But
baseball, at least not at this precise second, is not the topic at
hand folks. The song was what led to the
project sent down for copyright, called “THE EPITOME OF
HARASSMENT”. This is why since the middle of the past
decade, my blogs on the web are titled this, along with the
additional, “INTERNET VERSION”, so 'LIKE DUHHHHH'!!!!!!!!!!!
Remember by the way great folks that my
1988 song
“Prophet of Nothing”,
is actually the title track on my 1988 musical
© Copyrighted project called “Epitome of Harassment, Part Two”.
U will naught ever find the song listed by its name on my many times
capped-in copyrights file sheet from
the great and vely endlessly illustrious
Library of the Congress, of Wash your hands, Washington, 13-600,
District of Columbia, YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!
Dave
and I had taken a trip in the first week in August back a couple of
years, in 1986, one night, into New York City. He wanted to go to
some club, and see some friends of his, a musical group called “New
Shoes”. I could not handle Saturday night traffic in this
incredible city so he took the wheel and parked us a few blocks from
the club, as he was not able to find a spot closer than this. I
relaxed in the passenger seat for close to an hour while he was
inside this club, doing whatever he was doing. As soon as he rounded
a corner block, along came a girl crossing from my right to my left,
and I could not take my eyes off of this tall teenaged curly haired
cutie pie. I admit I was pushing 32 and that she was half my age,
but the statute of limitations will run out on what I did with her
on the 2nd of August, back in 1993. I believe laws have altered, but
grandfathers rights in more ways than one, keep me from seeing the
inside of a prison. She told me that her feet hurt as she came
around to the driver side of the parked car, and peered in at me,
cautiously but confidently. I told her my friend is in the club down
the street seeing his pals the New Shoes group. She smiled and asked
if she could sit inside and get off of her feet. She removed her
shoes and left me instantly wishing she had not, pretty as her feet
were. Until 2008 ran around, I thought of this night only a few
times ever, and remembered little detail. I know we had a little
fun, not the only time I had fun in a car during this period in my
life, and yes, with the under-aged, as I was going through the
normal middle life crises, that went onto worsen ten to twenty years
later, until I began blogging and telling my life story, which had
quite a therapeutic effect, and calmed me down like a bottle of
Ativan tablets. I thought her name was Maria Kelly, and thought no
more of this fuzzy memory, other than to write a very mean song
about the experience and copyright it on August 15th, in 1986, a
couple weeks after the night in the city, called, “Real Good
Girl”. Before she exited the vehicle as I had seen David coming
back from the club towards the car; she heard some female artist
playing on my car stereo, and had noticed my tape recorder in the
back seat with a cassette all ready loaded into it, as I was keeping
a life journal of things happening to me. She turned the music way
up, and literally blew the poor artist, whoever it was, right out of
the water, with a voice like nothing I had ever heard or imagined in
my wildest mind. In the few minutes before David had been seen
walking towards us from quite a distance, and there was a very
bright advertising light right where he was walking past and easy to
spot. She had asked me if she could have the tape, and I said that I
needed it because it had stuff on it on the flip side, personal
conversations with a man named Shorty MacInvondi. She giggled at his
name and never knew it was a made up name and used for purposes of
electronic metaphysics, unlike Donna Summer Jason, who knows all
this so well, at least now, but she knew it then, and was convinced
early in the eighties that I was sending magical signals to her,
because I used a fast erase button that caused a bias playback high
oscillating tone to be audible with good speakers, and she admitted
it in her 1982 album. Anyway, I really liked this curly haired girl
and we exchanged phone numbers, but I threw hers away near the
Lincoln tunnel, as she would have ended up putting me on Rikers
Island eventually. I had no idea at all, that SR would be the only
charge against me if PK pressed charges on me, as she knew stuff
that I did not. She insisted on having the tape, and even though I
told her I could not give it to her, she faked out like she was
putting the recorder back in the back seat, as it was attached by a
short rope, around the seat head rest of the passenger front seat.
She lifted the tape, as when I got home it was gone. I never heard
anything like her voice, it was straight from the heavens.
None
of this by itself is all that amazing as far as PCN-781, but when
you factor in other things, watch this all widen out. July 12, 1970
was the last NIGHT, and the only NIGHT, that Sarah's great gang
called the Atlantic City QM, standing for Quoddy Mockers, was ever
seen by me. They knew me and liked me a lot, they all called me
THAT-BOY, and never knew my name. Cousin (SANDY) Sandra Shah
Snowhite, of Narberth, PAUSAESMWG; told them my name, but they all
insisted on calling me, THAT-BOY. I lied about seeing SARAH herself,
the only lie ever told on MORIANITY, but enough to place my good
name and credibility into question, unfortunately. It gets a lot
better still so do not faint out on me yet peeps, please. Nightmares
that recurred all through the late eighties and nineties of the past
century, haunted me in series of ominous and outlandish vividly
colorful dreams of groups and groups of huge air balloons. The girl
running the entire thing that was going on, was always the same; and
her name was Patty Lang. This
name, Paula King, and many others, is one powerful entity and
personality by that name. Later I realized I had worked
with a girl by this name at the recording studio, and had
totally put this out of my conscious mind from 1979-1981 until I
quit on March the eleventh. Her
husband was a commercial airlines pilot. They commuted
from a place right near the Delaware
Memorial Bridge, one hell of a
spurious long commute to both of their jobs. Photos of air balloons
were both on her hand bag at the studio, as well as a stick
or peel on, where she was given permission to place on the main
duplicator machine near the master system; connected to the group of
10 or so electronic-slaves or “duplicators” both accepted terms
in the recording business of those days, and I saw these balloons
every night at work. This led to those nightmares beginning after I
met and did the unspeakable with my own daughter, regarding balloons
and Patty. As for God's Dog, our Midge at
the Judge's place in Hammonton Berryville, Frank Raso; owner of the
rooming-house, before I had been talked into moving in with these
distant cousins of my kid; was the most adorable dog I ever met. Ann
got rid of poor little Midge because she had attacked and killed
one of her precious Cockateel birds. Spell flucking
checker is no help whatsoever and I know the species of that bird
type is misspelled, so no comments please, tell MICROSUCKS to
improve their rotten spellchecker system. THANK-YOU!!!!!!!!!!
I know for almost certain, Dawn-Marie
called her distant cuzz MC, and sent her a pix. Right after this,
she got the same dog. I could be
wrong but feel that I am not. The
empire ruler knows that on the Astral Plane, I can indeed
talk, and that she is endlessly age sixteen
out in her wonderful city of SAHASRA
DAL KANWAL. This is why I ended
up seeing her cool commercial on television that day with her on the
treadmill along with her talking whittle doggie.
I
had my friend at the Indian River State
College (IRSC) here in South
Florida, run just a few things like this as mathematical
odds for happening all just by random chance. He told me it would be
trillions if not quadrillions to one against this all being just
coincidental. I believe him. Do any of you? This is a tenured
professor, not a disabled nutcase certified by the psychiatric
profession as a life-long whack-job. Then there is Babylon and all
its yacht clubs, banker uncles, astral trips, and balloon bank
payments. This is where I was forced to go and visit these rotten
and snooty relatives of mine, and was put to work like a slave,
either in the yard or on that rotten boat that he loved to take out
sailing around LI Sound every freaking summer, with his pal MISTER
JIMMY DEAN, and his daughter Christine, who I hear in
1975, got a bit hot and heavy. Oh well, who am
I to talk, after that night with my own daughter in 1986?
I wonder how far I was from Rikers Island. I
suppose,
as close as the nearest cop,
oh well, fortune favors the foolish; huh
William Whales
Shatner????????????????????????????
When I talked a
dozen blogs or so back about comparing
PCN-550 with PCN-550, the reason
it flucked up, is my error folks, for those who ducking caught this,
sorry. It was December, two-thousand-nine, but I typed into the blog
2010, my error, oh well Bruce Allen Pennock
of 1973, NOBODY'S PERFECT, not even Mini
Great Jewelly, or Mini Great
Ripperton!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “So
sahwee”,
Ambassador Bomb of December the seventh, in 1941, oh kind
sir. Watch the audio volume. Hell my next door nut case nabe would
wipe out Fort Pierce with that song that I sent down there back in
1983, sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit.
MAGNESONIC,
KICK IN OR I WILL FLUCKING KICK YUCKING GRASS, YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!
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Oh Dawn and Daddy; quit sliding that disgusting junk. YUK!!!!!
Not only didn't I kick much ass, but I got the ass kicking of the century, to quote my old ex-business partner from the great SPR, Mister PP Pedersen. But I now know that I had lots and lots of help in getting totally destroyed, as if I wasn't mother mucking wrecked, ruined, and totally destroyed in hell, long before I even came here to Sunny Paradise Florida, from up there in No Joysey! I believe it is even on the damn DVD, but in any case, “What a family”! Boy oh boy, Mom and Diana, could I use some damn help out here in the hyperspace!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe Evelyn didn't tell the whole story to me, after-all she was just a little damn girl, up there on Heinz's yacht dock, in what many New Yorker locals refer to as South Huntington; and I remember it only as babbling on and on, or for short, and to keep the flucking Egyptian Pharaohs happy, BABYLON, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOOOO, WEEEEEEEEEEEE!
08-08-08 HUH DARIUS. HEY BRAH, when you try using the link I posted, you still have to type in your name of Deezy slim in a search box. If there is a direct link to your great stuff, old pal; feel free to post it on my blog. Just promise not to choke me like 'Lakehouse Disney-Monster-Ass-Nick' likes to do, in these near-parallel places; such as that rotten damn ass lake house, YO DUDES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What did I ever do to any of these slobs, kind Sheriff sir, that I deserve all of this 1981 Pandora's Box Treatment, fully opened with all River-Snakes of Krassleville, spewing out all over the place; and not racing up Mister Krassle's escalator of life???????? Pay the cable TV their rightful share, all you music celebs; YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT.
Oh yes, if you're out there somewhere Sherry, and your weirdo pal, who thinks he's frucking Mister Krassle; I could use your help, you lovely giant girl you. Holy Moley Holly Molly 4-Crissake, YO-YO-BOUNCE!!! Town to town, house to house, shadow monster to shadow monster, nightmare to nightmare. Hey Morty Mortino; I am stuck here in this life, YO angel of death!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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MARK POOR-SPELLER BUTT-WIPE MOHR FROM 1988, WOW THAT!
I have absolutely nothing to do with the way the United States Copyright Office catalogs the 29 musical projects that I've sent to them over decades of time. After the internet became available to the general public in the early middle nineties, to the point where it was a real entity and used by many folks who grew it to astronomical proportions after that, THEY made up the file on my music, and it is THEIR website. I only copied it to my BOM blogs. In fact, they insist my project number 29 is there, but I have gone up and I am unable to access it. But I have learned that I have no rights or freedoms in this nation, and the rules that apply to everybody mother flucking else, just don't apply to me. I am not allowed to get involved in MUSIC in any way, shape, or form, not unless I want to be turned inside out, upside down, and assaulted by the Milituforce in covert stealthy ways that go far beyond inconceivable, despicable, and monstrously lucking horrendous. So I don't even try to understand why my copyrighted early July-2013 project, called, “You'll Be Crossing Over/My Youtube Project”, is not available for me to access on the Copyright Office's web-site.
Just discussing this topic, and my computer is beginning to mother flucking act up; me' kind lads and lassies out there in Cyberville, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Thursday, November 26, 2015
And soon, MERRY CHRISTMAS!
The great PINK-GODDESS of STAR TREK; gee, just what is going on? How many out here know about my trip in 1972, up to Babylon, New York, to 175 Peninsula Drive, to visit with my mom's cousin, Ruth Huntington Gottwald, at his mansion there? If you don't, you won't be told any details right now, other than I always took a tape recorder with me, and was obsessed with tape recorders at that time. How many know how I was taken on a road trip on the second day of my visit, up to the north shores of this great Woodie Guthrie Island, and had an experience that I blocked out of my mind for 36 years, until it resurfaced in a dream on 5 October, in 2008? I, even then after awakening, believed it to be just a dream, until I finally became my own head doctor, and admitted to myself that I witnessed a horrendous event up at my daughter's house! Hey lovely 1985 Mizz Margie Leo, by any remote chance, would U like 2 cut me a bwake right about now, YO girl???????????
There are no absolutes, but David Leigh Smith from Cooley-Hall had some very wonderful advice for me that day after I returned from Ellisberg Circle's weird school of machine-professors. I told on earlier blogs a lot about this place, the Ellisberg Circle that is, not just limiting this discussion to this school that was there. There was mom's boyfriend who took mom and me by car one Saturday afternoon in the autumn of 1969, to several stores there. My mom needed to buy a mirror, and I was told to take it to the car, and given the keys, so I could place it into the back seat, and then either come back and find my mom and her boyfriend Sid, or at my discretion, remain in the car until they completed their shopping task. I chose to do neither, and took the mirror, and used it to almost cause a lot of serious problems, by using it in a manner not intended by its manufacturer, that is, to reflect bright blinding sunlight, directly into the face of drivers. Today, the world of this new age would have seen me in what I call, the Abbey Carmichael Law & Order way, you know, a bad egg, a crazy nutty adolescent who needs to just be locked away, for not conforming and obeying and saying yes sir, no ma'am to every dam adult within my daily interactivity. Hey, I wasn't a really bad ass, but I was quite the imp who could really piss off my mom's sort of nutty boyfriend, Sidney, without, to quote Lenny McKinnon who I would not go onto meet for eleven years, ''any doubt about it''.
Before this time, back in the spring time of 1969, about a half of a year or so, I had become friends, and not by my choosing, but everything in this life is always my fault and I am the perpetual absolute bad guy in all things, as I shortly thereafter have come to learn; but yes, Brad and I did some things that were bad, and I told about most of it, on these blogs, the first two years of them, in 2006 and 2007. But why I acted out, had something to do with being given this somewhat wild bigger kid, who was fourteen months younger than me, in the body of a seventeen year old, with the physical strength to match, and an eye for the fairer gender, and on I can go here, but won't, since he is not here to produce his side of anything that I might say; but yes, he was a wild customer, and quite a pistol, and a lot more; but he was my pal, and we did become close friends; about as close as any two young teen boys could be, who lived in the same garden type apartment system, of those times and days. But Brad was not the only reason that I began going a bit loco in many various ways, such as acting out with screaming and cursing, and being defiant with parents and authority, and feeling life was somehow mistreating me, because skit was happening to me, beginning early in February of that year, and going strong, month after month, in ways that no blog could ever really hope to adequately and properly address and define in terms that would permit normal and average type of people, any ability to identify and or relate to me, from their own personal private young lives. I am speaking of three major things here, that most of you out here know, or think that you all do, to some degree and some extent. These being, the chain and the wild teen girl on Tennessee Avenue of Atlantic City, the train and my suddenly remembering an entire half century or more of a lifetime, where I had grown into a man and an adult, lived a totally failed and clucked up life, and ended up realizing that I had been repeating this loop of nightmares, similar to being literally trapped in a hellish I-Ching Trance, for what would seem to be about six to ten thousand years, give or take, if all strung together. The biggest of all, was the first Saturday in July, just shortly before Brad and his mom, Grace Messenger, moved away, and took up residence in Cherry Hill, in the Stievasent Towers, about two miles or more away from the Haddon Hills Apartments. I do not have a play by play memory of the day it happened and the exact events. It is jumbled broken up nightmarish fragments, just exactly like the inverted digital year to follow, 27 years later, in 1996, when the great exploratron Patty-Paula, got me a second time, and this time, was witnessed to some degree, by a maintenance person at the apartment I was at then, called the Highview Apartments, in Monroe Township, Gloucester County, Williamstown, New Jersey, just down the street from the famous Black Horse Pike, and the Gete's Diner. My Spell-Check has been disabled, so I need to go off and come back on, and fix my typos.
Discussing exploratron-Patty-Paula or EPP for short, is like discussing Sarah Krassle, as with both, this mother and daughter team have extremely unfathomable abilities to do inconceivable and outlandish mystical things, and they do them on a regular basis. If you do not think about someone, yet begin to dream about them on a regular basis, this means that they are thinking about you. I promise you that this is true, but I am speaking in five dimensions, not three. This applies to both of these 'people' and yes, I do single quote the word there, as I do not know just who or what they really truly are. The game that Sarah wants me to play with her, seems to imply that by its very title that she spouted off to me on P. H. Day of 1996, and very interesting symbolic initials too if I may add here; this game seems to be all about indeed guessing who is 'real' and who is 'not real', or who is the guest, which can very easily be interpreted to mean, who has an active dreaming-doppelganger inside of them, hence that would be the 'GUEST' that I will need to 'GUESS', if I am to successfully navigate my way through this physical hellish life and this horrendous HUNTINGTON FAMILY CURSE.
WOW-WOW-WOW & WOW!
She said to me, back on 7 December, of 1996, just shy of 5 AM, while I was dead asleep and out of this world where my body was laying in my bed, and I was on her great street, in-between the great TRINITY-HOTEL, and the great and powerful monster dirt ball Robert McGuire's Hotel-Bar, and I quote, “Let's play a game boy, called GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”. Folks, these things all happened and this is all entirely real, REAL, and yes sir; absolutely REALE as well!!!!!!!! If he and that ACMUA water company were naught all mixed up in this horse slit, he just would naught have flipped out on me that night when he saw me get off a jitney bus. After all peeps let's BE REAL here 2 quote Sir Bob Schleigh back in 1980. It wasn't that late, and I was not 8. I was 15 and a half and it was only about half past ten, and everybody was out 2C the fireworks, so gimme' a break lovely Margie, willya' sweet girl??????????????? The one home that was bought by the ACMUA water company just happens 2B Mister fagot TOM REALE's home and property, right there on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, NJUSAESMWG; and that is where this prick molested me twice in the summer of 1970. Out of all that reale estate on Abseacon Island, which includes the world famous ATLANTIC CITY itself, and they bought the home this dick head molested me in, give me a break distant cuzz Donnie boy, willya' YA??????????
I NEVER ESCAPED CAPTAIN PICARD'S HELL BOX IN 2301
CHAPTER ELEVEN
12:44 Ante' Meridian on an early Friday moUUUUUUUUUUUrning
28 July, 2023---JWSC---FRI-11-220
Agatha's annoying agonies on apple juice folks, this has been the absolute worst month of me' entire life, when me' age of course is taken into consideration, as I ain't no damn ass spring chicken or cloud-chicken, as we all know out here, but BOY OH BOY OH BOY DO I HAVE SOME WILD SLIT 2 TALK ABOUT ON THIS WHITTLE FLUCKING ASS BWOG, SIR ELMER!!!!!!!!!! Today so far is just a lot of air crap that began as many evenings do, and me' AWLS lights R activated and have been 4 days now and will go on being 4 some time, most likely, signaling me' pal-pilot at the FPIA, who drives around me' park 2 check on me, with these 2 porch lights. The bulbs R those new special ones that last practically indefinitely and take only 15 watts or so of Diana-power yet shine in 100-W luminosity equivalent. First off, I injured me' thumb a couple weeks back, cutting it accidentally with a sharp pair of sheers and had it bandaged, so operating any kind of stuff like keyboards has been harder 4 me, and my techy told me that I may B hitting a control key in combo with a letter key that causes the highlighting problem and I have taken some steps 2 avoid that, but many of me' woes were 'mouse-related', and I have a brand new non-Melanie-key-MOUSE now, and 'stuff is working much better', naught failing and acting up as much now; and on or off of TIMES SQUARE, HELP ME GIBB-PEEPS, or TEASING GAME LOVING DAWTERS! Never envy my incredible absolute long-term memory great awesome peeps out there, just pweeeeeeeeeze YO, promise me U won't ever do that, it is not an enviable thing unless of course your life is opposite of my life, U know, blessed and great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But all old years and NEW YEARS aside here; let me get on with the show here, VERIZON CARRIERS, and call ten non-Callio's, YO YO YO YO YO YO-HA ME' BRAHHH!!!! When I went 2 unplug me' computer and take it over 2 the PSL-FL-USA-Walmart Store's TECHY JOINT, oh Mister 1983-1984 STEVE WINN mighty sir, YUK-YUK-YUK; as soon as I unplugged it, the WOMO-SPACEFORCE BLEW OUT THE ENTIRE POWER BRICK that was just sold 2 me last autumn and less than one damn ass year ago, by that BEST BUY GEEK-SQUAD INSTALLER GUY, 4 about 70 bucks; and they do not last long, and I learned that unless we of course spend around a quarter grand or more, 4 the very top models sold over at the STAPLES STORE. Today I bought a replacement there, a mid-quality one, but twice as powerful as the old model that OTAMM blew out with all of their endless electrical assaults on me and power outages, etcetera-etcetera-etcetera, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, BRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!! On top of this, all sorts of horrible crap continued happening back on Wednesday which was BOTBAR X3, or 3 straight days of hellishness at quintessential levels, especially 4 a pathetic sick elderly guy and who did nothing ever 2 anyone, 2 deserve this monstrous evil wicked sinful endless slit being perpetrated upon me, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wasted a trip going 2 the TECHY because the guy on the phone assumed my computer model was more advanced than mine, telling me Walmart sold me in the year 2010 a Windows-7 operating system that was pre-2010, perfectly legal and acceptable 4 them 2 do so this ain't a complaint against me' fave store, only a needed tutorial here 2 explain some of my horrible bullskit here. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, big ass Buttercheese BUTT and yes world, all apartment number Philly-24-A's aside here 4 the moment at least, 'MISTER ZENO' and 'MISTER STEPHANO', but; the trip was no waste despite all kinds of hellishness surrounding me, as I was able 2 learn several super beyond wild and powerful things from these dudes, and they did run a few free clean wipe program check sweeps and claim that no hacker is doing these things and it is all a matter of an ancient dinosaur computer just normally slowly wearing out and general or no general songs or medical conditions, “breaking down”!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Slowly but surely, this machine is doing what ole' ancient Mountainpen is doing, “DYING”, so yes world, “WEIN-SOSO-SSDD”??????? Still, when I do buy my new tower computer and not at Walmart, at the year's end on some holiday sale, as Walmart does naught sell the desk top towers any more and only the BB Store does, and 4 a very reasonable fee they will transfer my document and music files over from this dying old horse onto the brand new and much better steed, hopefully better, as well as make sure I am protected with the best software 4 doing that and a good program is installed that replaces the now defunct open-office. I was told they R not making any more of that, and this is Y when my system updates happen as all computers and cellphones do unfortunately IMHO, then the open office no longer is there 2 update the updates on the machine, and that is what keeps yucking it all up. Even dummy Mountainpen knows that this makes sense and some of me' frucking paranoia is a wee bit recently relieved, but no YO, NAUGHT ALL OF IT; as I know a lot of crap Mister Arthur Crane, is simply naught being one bit goddessdog imagined by me; just as U told me back at the TCE security post in 1991, ole' bud!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I left the TECHY-joint, something happened that never happened in all the decades that I've been driving a goddamn ass automobile, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I pulled into a MOBIL GASOLINE STATION 4 twenty bucks of fuel and thought that I was at pump number 4 when actually, it was number 14. That caused me a major ass hassle, but they were nice 2 me at least. That part of the tale does indeed vary quite damn immensely from my usual norms during BOT-X-3 hellish death assaults from the WOMO-SPACEFORCE-SPAMMENIES!!!!!!!!!!! Still, this never happened in all of me' driving decades, oh wonderful great folks!!!!!!!! Now 4 what this dude told me about those times when I began my blogs up again after that most recent quarter decade off-time and moving from the PEE-HA Building, into me' current residence of the Quiet Waters Park, of good-ole' monstrously hot and sticky northeastern Fort Pierce, FLUSAESMWG. When my blogs shut down over and over, it was intentionally being done 2 me but naught by library staff. It was done by county controlled program filters, that monitor all things typed on their public terminal machines; and have a keyword-sensitivity program so that at certain points when enough no-no stuff is said, it will then trip the 'SHUT-DOWN circuit', and then POOF; off goes the goddamn computer. That one day while typing a major-doozie blog, remember Blogaudians, it shut off something like around four times, and without my flash drive, that would have been it, so me days of blogging on public terminals are OVER FOREVER, as there is no freedom of speech in this goddamn wicked evil nation, not any longer, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOOOO, WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! It is so nice 2 know folks, that I AM INDEED NAUGHT IMAGINING MY ENDLESS WOE-WHIZ-ME TROUBLES however, as so many keep endlessly attempting 2 tell me that I am just a crack pot whack job nut case from the mighty WFMU internet radio Crackpots from New Jersey page, where I guess, I will live on in non Pearl and non Harbor infamy, huh President FDR sir??????
CAPPED FROM ME' CUM-PUKE-HER FILES:
THIS IS A RECORD OF TIMES OF OUTAGES AND DESCRIPTIONS OF THEIR DURATIONS AND ANY COMMENTS FROM INFORMATION LEARNED, AND ONLY INCLUDES TIMES WHERE I AM AT HOME AND AWAKE AND AWARE OF THEM, NATURALLY.
POWER OUTAGES RECORD:
EVENT-1-JULY 23, 2023, 7:18 AM
QUICK BURST OUT LASTING ONE QUARTER SECOND
EVENT-2-JULY 27, 2023, 7:16 AM
QUICK BURST OUT LASTING ONE QUARTER SECOND
Who out here has noticed and made the mental pattern observation that it is ALWAYS and ABSOLUTELY during as well as after any unusual weather pattern strikes, my BOTBAR patterns R always simultaneously at their WORST, and this confirms the CHRISTIANS CONCEPT OF THEIR BIBLICAL DEVIL-SATAN dude with 'non-PO MO-radar' horns atop of his head, and pitch fork in one hand and perhaps in the other hand is silver-tin foil and an old Walkman Stereo system and ear-bud in his ear, endlessly tuned 2 the great awesome and illustrious WFMU-Internet-FM-Radio, or whatever it was and is, as 2 this day, I could care totally less about it, or my damn worthless rotten dawter, or anyone or anything, since this entire world sucks, stinks, and is 100%+ TOTALLY WORTHLESS, cubed-CUBAN!!!!!!!!! Yes, this torrid heatwave is the main focus on WORLD-NEWS, and this was the hottest non Stevie-Wonder Master Blaster JULY on this planet, according 2 the newscasters. Simultaneously, this has been the most horrible DEMONIC SATANIC PUTRID MONTH IN THE LIFE OF MOUNTAINPEN, that I can truthfully remember IN A VELY VELY VELY NON COOLEY HALL 1972 BOB MCDOWELL TIME, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! I believe Mister 1971 McNulty said it a wee bit like thissssssssssssssssssssss, oh lovely Mizz Erica Luccisnakes, mahm': AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!
MY ENDLESS ICPE-APE-TECH NIGHTMARES OF 1986, AND YES,
ANY GOD WHO CAN LET THIS HAPPEN TO ME IS WORTHLESS, WORTHLESS, WORTHLESS!!!!!!!!
Folks; it ain't a wee bit complex, none of it, what's friggin' happening 2 me. The markets and Trump R both in trouble, so let's PICK ON POOR ME!!!!!
INECPHBI----2301----CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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2:07 ANTE' MERIDIAN
EARLY ON MONDAY MORNING
28 JULY, 2023
FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Today is now March's 4th SUPER BOTBAR DAY 4 PPNRM-ME!!!!!
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MPN--2023--CHAPTER 025
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This is one example of what is being done 2 me, ACLU, and especially since my alphabet tweet blogs back last autumn in 2022. I re-colorized the font from black into RED, 2 show U this censorship on my blogs that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever 2 me, since things being stopped R already on older blogs on their site, it has 2B some AI program that only allows just so much of my tale 2B told at any one given time, 2 me, this should naught B legal 4 them 2 do 2 me; oh great & mighty freaking ACLU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024
Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024
Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024
Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.
HOW ANYONE DOUBTS MY TRUE TALE OF NIGHTMARE PATTY-HHH AND MERRY FROM THE 60's AND THE 70's is anyone's ABSOLUTE BEST GUESSING GUEST!!!!!!!!!! Just the odds on the A-24 and my apartment #24-A as a boy back in Philly, would B 'millions 2 one against it just happening', and I can prove this mathematically, YO GREAT FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HEY, someone didn't like it either. When I discussed it, POOF, OFF WENT ME' BWOG, just as it is shown above from earlier on this totally demonic year of 2023, BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!
Folks, if something is hard 2 read or blanked out entirely, just highlight over it with your whittle mouse and it will show up clearly. This is all, according 2 me' techy peeps, me' ole' 'cum-puke-her' just breaking down, sure, well; then Y is the DEATH ANGEL major attacking me, each time I say anything really major, such as the very last incident being as I typed in the {Patty-HHH & Merry} junk?????????? When I started these blogs in January of 2006, U all know that I still had naught remembered just who these peeps truly were, nor tied any of this together with me' true astral plane existence as well as me' hyperspace 'dream-life', YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, “YO-YO'D & BOUNCED 1988 AROUND, WILD & SCARED----FROM TOWN-2-TOWN © PROPHET OF NOTHING”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-WOW-WOW and totally WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS yes, and also Sir Chester-Frank, “WEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC
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 causing me the most horrible 3 day BOTBAR STRING IN MY ENTIRE LIFE, ON JULY 24, THROUGH JULY 26, OF 2023, MONDAY-TUESDAY-WEDNESDAY, AS WELL AS THE MOST PUTRID HORRENDOUS JULY IN MY HISTORY, and broke my POWER BRICK BACK ON MONDAY MORNING, AND CAUSING ME ENDLESS INHUMAN DEATH PERSECUTION AND SIEGES OF VARIOUS TYPES, IN VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL, HUMAN, AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, and is all connected with my nightmare, with the WOMO-SPACEFORCE, EVER SINCE AUGUST OF 1986 WITH THEIR ENDLESS USAGE OF ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY 2 KEEP THE DOW JONES FLYING UP AND THE PHILLIES LOSING AND THE FLYERS WINNING; AND SCREWING WITH MY 17 AND ONE HALF YEAR BLOGGING PROJECT; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on a CRUSH DESTRUCT, SINGE DESTRUCT, TOTAL DESTRUCT, DESTRUCT, and with an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND
S--------T--------O--------P.
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN
MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
FRIDAY, JULY 28, 2023
CURRENT PHASE IS: WAXING GIBBOUS 3:6
N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
WANING CRESCENT------(WN-C)
WANING GIBBOUS--------(WN-G)
WAXING CRESCENT------(WX-C)
WAXING GIBBOUS---------(WX-G)
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HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE
CHAPTER 112, AND FOR ALL ETERNITY AS WELL!
Well Doctor Shriner and mommy, from back in early autumn days of the year of 1971, and I quote here oh so 'PENNOCK-PERFECTLY' YO, “Here we go again”!!!!!!!!!!!! The last 2 days I SUFFERED MAJOR WOMO SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES or 4 short MAJOR 'WSS' PERSECUTION AND DEATH ASS HARASSMENT, and all 4 what reason, pray frikkin' tell, YO ME' BRAH???????? U got it wonderful awesome folks, U got it, weelwee & twuwee U do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ENDLESS ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY PERSECUTION, USED ON THE MOUNTAINPEN; THE POOR PITIFUL NON-RONSTADT MOUNTAINPEN, OR ME, MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It appears that 4 the past few days, the 'TRUMP-MACY-PEEPS', AKA the scumbag LAMBRIGG CULTISTS, AND THEIR EARTHLY CHAPTER IN THE MW (MORTAL-WORLD); R in a major and somewhat futile attempt 2 organize one of the largest illegal coups of all time, and I will explain this down 2 the nth detail, and absolute degree; 4 those naught so damn much educated in the field of American politics, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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B4 closing out today, I will let a HUUUUUUUUUUUGE frucking cat out of the bag. Recently, the cum-puke-her is either breaking down or it is a hack, but one of the fonts when I try 2 use it, won't allow me 2 and it causes the document naught 2 flucking work. This is what started me' major woe-whiz-me slit back on Monday moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning with the major hacking followed by my unplugging the machine and thus instantaneously the entire power brick battery BROKE, and I still say this is the WOMO-SPACEFORCE enemies or my SPAMMENIES. Still, I will now tell U what the font is that is causing this HACK-BREAK-DOWN-WHATEVER or 4 short, this goddessdog flucking 'HBDW'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is called the “DEJA VU SERIF CONDENSED” FONT. Once when copying something in that font off of a website, it also crashed my open office 3.1 program, so something that is not properly updating on this old machine may very well B trucking up my slit here, who can know, I am not that computer savvy, and admit 2 it right up flicking ass front, YO PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now believe it or naught wonderful Blogaudians YO, that ain't what I was gonna' say, as it all happened when I tried using that very font while beginning this paragraph. What I was gonna' tell U is that I never ever told that there is yet one other tactic in my magic book of tricks pertaining 2 me' casino gaming. In all honesty I always believed it is simply 2 flucking powerful 2 tell it because of the potential deadly danger when my enemies truly know how it can and WILL eventually, go onto devastate them and their evil demonic plans that they seemingly have 2 utterly ruin and wipe out me' entire mother frucking life. I am gonna' tell U just a small thing here, and have no plans 2 ever reveal what the particular numbers truly R, as I have always, 4 whatever the stupid reasons behind doing it may B, attempted 2 disprove it and simply put peeps, CAN NAUGHT DISPROVE IT, and I have played with this 4 about 30 years way back while residing in Mizz Patricia Meeker's rental home on Route 561 in Gibbsboro, NJUSAESMWG. 2 put this about as simply and colloquially as possible here, there R two numbers out of the 37 or 38 of them depending on whether we R playing at a single zero, or a double zero ROULETTE TABLE, that come out in an incredibly major preponderance when I am playing, and during times of two different things, and both generated yes folks, by none other than the WOMO-SPACEFORCE-SPAMMENIES. When I am under major BOTBAR STRINGS, days and days such as now, or any time I am getting 3 or MORE nasty-ass BOTBAR-DAYS, but not necessarily all stemming from just major heavy aerial crap with days and days and days of non ending major sky filled chemtrails in addition 2 choppers and other air vehicle enemies of the WOMO, there R4 numbers that come out if I play between 50 and 100 wheel spins, at a rate of nowhere near the 9.5:1 ratio 4 them 2 occur. I am not exaggerating and this has gone on 4 me now 4 a solid mother flucking goddessdog 30 years since my days at the Meeker home in 1993. These 4 numbers that should come out in long run as well as in pretty much averaged out 50-100 wheel spins of 9.5:1, come out during these incredible BOTBAR-STRINGS, at a rate of close to 6:1 ratio, varying from 5.8:1-6.2:1, when they should B at 9:1. Then there R2 other numbers that R completely different numbers from those 4, that come out in that same wild mathematically exaggerated way and in a consistency that has lasted in long run play also of those same 30 years, and these 2 numbers come out during any days and not just strings, where the air hellishness is vicious and major. Now peeps, I need not remind a one of U out here that my entire life is filled with major aerial persecution times as well as major frucking death inviting BOTBAR STRINGS, and if I move 2 Atlantic City in February when me' lease is up here, and just play these numbers at roulette tables; I will B able 2 make a million frucking dollars within a few short years and then retire off of some goddessdog nice ass annuities, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, AND A BIG FAT ASS WEEEEEEEEEE!!!
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KING NEBNOOSHOO SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0296
The wild and glaring eyes of STAR TREK's Gary Mitchel, on the great mind busting PINK GODDESS 1966 EPISODE, was incredible enough and would epitomize into the Thaxton-Marcucci 1969 mind blow all by itself, but then along came my coworker at the great HARVEST OUTREACH joint back in early 2011, the one and only Sir Billy Crouch. There seems on the surface to be no connection, but digging a little deeper, he said to me that he knows the Hollister branch of this wildly surreal WASHCLOTH FAMILY well, and they have peeps here; and near Kings Highway and Kings Ranch. Then we have both the ESB claim of ruler-ship, and Billy saying he is Jesus Christ come back, and when he takes off his shades, his eyes are glaring jewels. If I am lying about this, FBI; come ducking arrest me right now at 601 Avenue B, Apartment 607, as I've had just about enough from this bunch from hell, and something will eventually give, with or without your interference. This is an observation, not a threat. I just know simple logic, and hopefully, it will suffice George Burns and Gracie Allen!!!!!!!!!! I will talk a lot more as more stuff happens, and it will. It is past the point of no return now, and anyone can see this, unless they try not to look at it, and Morianity labels that mind bending exercise as the 'COMEY-GWPOS'. You saw what you saw, SAM, forget son-cops and Lab Dogs, YO because this is not what is important here. Shoemaker indeed made lots of trouble for me, and their daughter Tracy, was the engineer at the Technion Building, that once was the great route 73, 901-Building. Adding the magic one of the binary code, and we get the realer emergency, right Angela and Donna? Just who really knew 'what', and “WHEN”, as we all do need 2 seriously wonder; and naught just the great Washington 5 sided building, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hey, Lenny is busy doing his thing at 1PP, and I need no Blackberry phones to keep up with that, or pig snorting Samantha ones either. Hell, between ducking blueberry capitols, blackberry phones, and my daughters' favorite berry juice from Chatsworth, New Jersey; life may well just be a bowl of cherries, but not for me, Davy Jones, you old ape you!!!!!! Watch out for those flip side Marsha kisses, as you and me both came real close to Rikers Island, only you at least would not have committed incest, sheeeeit.
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After spending
the last 20 years in the Boston Area, I recently returned to my
hometown of Philadelphia. It's been a pleasure to reconnect with the
Philly music scene! I've recently had the opportunity to
perform and record with old friends and new-all of whom are
incredibly talented and supportive in a way unique to this area!
I
recently finished the jazz CD entitled “SHUFFLE TIME”. It
features mostly original compositions and some fabulous players:
Tom Adams (Piano), Andy Lalasis (Bass), Grant MacAvoy (Drums),
Denis DiBlasio (Bari-Sax/Flute) and Tony
DeSantis (Trumpet/Flugelhorn).
We recorded the CD
directly to tape at RADScape Studios owned by Randy Weaver. Now
I'm a believer—tape definitely provides a true and
“warmer” sound-especially if the session is recorded by an
artist of Randy's caliber.
I also just completed the 4th CD
with a former student and consummate guitarist Stu Goodis (Goodis
and Glenn) entitled “New Song”. This is comprised of 12 original
Jazz Guitar Duets that range from Latin to straight ahead and
even blues shuffle styles. Please visit the Goodis
and Glenn page on this site for more information.
Since
retiring from Roland Corporation as New England District Sales
Manager, I have returned to devoting all of my time to
performing, composing and producing music.
I am continuing to
reach out to old and new musical friends in the Philly area
while maintaining bonds with my New England
associates-particularly on Cape Cod.
I've been invited to
perform a CD Release Concert for the JAZZ BRIDGE Organization
in January. This is a magnificent group that helps to support Jazz
musicians in need headed by Suzanne Cloud and Wendy Simon.
Please check out their website.
It's also great to be back
in Pat Martino's town! He has inspired me for as long as
I've attempted to master my instrument!
Onward and
Upward!!! I thank our Higher Spirit for sharing a little bit of
the Creative Light that keeps us searching for the TRUTH!
I
am also eternally grateful to my wife Kathy Anderson Glenn for her
unending support and inspiration.
ABOUT: Tom Glenn - Composer & Guitarist
Tom performed on
stage with such notables as Chuck Berry, Major Harris, Sammy Davis
Jr., Nancy Wilson, Alice Cooper, Captain & Tenille, the
Delphonics and many others over a period of more than 30 years.
Tom
composed more than 20 scores for New Jersey Public Television Films
for the “New Jersey Outdoors” series and “You, Me and
Technology” series.
In 1987, Tom received an Emmy
Award
from the National Academy of Television Arts & Sciences for
composing “The Technology Spiral” for “You, Me and Technology”
for New Jersey Public Television Films.
He composed and
recorded popular songs, which were released on Columbia Records, TEC
Records, Streetwave Records and other labels. He collaborated on 4
Guitar Duet CD’s with Stu Goodis (former student), and has recently
released an original feature album with rhythm section and brass
entitled “Shuffle Time”.
He received a Billboard
Award
for “All That I Am.”
Tom earned a Bachelor’s Degree from
La Salle University, a Conservatory Diploma from Neupauer
Conservatory and a Master of Music from Combs College of Music.
He also studied with Dr. Jacob Neupauer (Neupauer Conservatory), Dr.
William Schimmel (Juilliard), Pat Martino (Jazz Virtuoso), Joe
Federico (Jazz Guitar) and Alex Dramis (Jazz Guitar). He also served
as District Sales Manager of New England at Roland Corporation for
20 years until June 2013.
As U all know, my ole' pal from 1980 did not die in that hospital fire during a minor surgical procedure, and went onto enjoy a major successful musical career. May I add in here that nobody on this Earth was more impressed with his musical talent than was the Mountainpen who merely was Mark Wayne Mohr back in those days of 1980, and yes, that day in my apartment at 1802 ROBIN HILL, in Voorhees Township, when we did the LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS SONG that he had arranged 4 me on his marvelous and exquisite sounding electrical guitar; I was beyond impressed. Next 2 my own wonderful mind busting daughter Mariah, he is the greatest musical genius in the opinion of this blogger, on this entire planet Earth, YO FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!! The © Office has the music cassette tape 2 this very day of that song being arranged and even some of the back and forth discussions between us in that now somewhat globally and perhaps 'intergalactically' as well, mysterious apartment, wherever its true origins may B in the reality behind all of the great OZ-CURTAINS.
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