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Sliding Away From Roulette, Daughters, and Locations, 4 Now







This is a sort of a temporary rest-bit blog, from the near time norms that I've been doing, and yes 2 quote Mister Rockford and with or without his great files or shows here; “We can always get back 2 this”. In case he was referring 2 a wee tad bit of unpleasant dances, and with me,it just means what it seems 2 mean, surface-stuff ONLY, Mister Paul Evans Pedersen, OH U GREAT AWESOME SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First off, I wish 2 thank my beautiful LIGHTNING 4 visiting with HER whittle boy back yesterday afternoon, waking me up around just past 2 and just when I was about 2 get up anyway. If SHE hadn't awakened me, my landscape crew of this QUIET-WATERS-CO-OP place where I reside, would have, as their equipment, as most landscape stuff all is, incredibly loud 2 put it mildly. I have killed several roaches late yesterday and B-4-I go off 2 sleep, will B spraying another can of futhermucking RAID all over the 'joint', Mister 1983-1984 STEVE 'GNHC' WINN!




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I got into a little trouble years ago when I tried seeking some internet justice by just trying 2 tell me' true story, of how a medication that I needed 2 survive, and had been placed on by the medical industry nearly 3 decades earlier; had been taken away from me!!!!!!! I firmly believe, and have a lot of proof that substantiates all of it, that my political and WOMO-WSMT-ENEMIES, or (SPAMMENIES) had been absolutely responsible 4 causing me these problems and wows, and then stopped me somehow from successfully seeking treatment, that would allow me 2 better survive without that needed medication, at the world famous Florida MAYO CLINIC, and was again, WEIN-SOSO-SSDD, STOPPED TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY COLD, YO! I got into trouble 4 merely speaking the truth, and some of my blogs ever since then, started getting pulled off, and the reason that this is all happening 2 me, connects an even wilder and even more major unbelievable truth, that is also being much greater TOTALLY COVERED UP BY THE POWERS AND OWNERS OF THIS PLANET, the EARTHLY CHAPTERED ASTRAL BRIGGBASE LAMBRIGG-CULT; and should I go on here with this, it will again via quantum dynamics, and naturally of course, after even titling this blog work what I did; involve family, and yes, my world famous daughter, and from this dimension, and not my transdimensional EH-NJ-USA lovely daughter, PEE. Still, without even getting into the CUPCAKE-DRIVER-DMV DEAL here folks, we don't need a whole goddamn lot of imagination 2 begin realizing that the mathematical odds of those 2 similarly named FRUCKING HIGH SCHOOLS, one in Jersey and one in New York, would most likely approach somewhere in the Power-Ball Jackpot Lottery winning numbers, and don't deny this peeps, don't try laughing at me, don't send me a negative comment, just know it, as I KNOW THAT U KNOW IT, YO YO YO YO YO, but as I said and promised on the title 2 this blog, let us try and do a few blogs now without them all being filled with junk connecting into FAMILY, LOCATIONS, AND the gods take pity on me here, good ole' Mister Trappis Monk, Herman Rouhle, “ROULETTE”!!! I think he spells his name with an 'H' letter in it, but ain't entirely sure folks, and of course Sir 'Mike Soft SC' won't accept that spelling, but I am gonna' use it. Now lets get back 2 my medical condition here and at least attempt 2 honor the PROMISE OF ME' TITLE on this whittle bwog, YO Mister FWUUUUD!!!!!!!! First off, we have that wild incredible dream that was experienced by me, Mountainpen, back at Bonjovi's-future-g-mail address-named Mullica Mobile Manor where I resided from Halloween Day when I moved in back in 2000, Misses Educator-M, naught 'OHMMMM', Mister Educator Ciprionni, (COOLEY-HALL) ON BOTH COUNTS HOWEVER; U all know it if U have studied Mountainpen's early-blog life even partially, and this was the dream-vision, (call it whatever U wish, and feel comfy-cozy with folks), where I was in a strange medical building with strange peeps that all went onto exactly, and I MEAN EXACTLY, MISTER SID CROWN of summer time-1969 Sir, the peeps that I ended up living with as well as the place where I would come 2 live with, the home of Judge Raso or actually one of many of them as he was another real estate dude who owned and rented out many places; and it all came 2 pass, perfectly and exactly. I ad never seen this place B-4, merely passed a few times down that road that was called Middle Road, and that was it. I never ever gave that house a second look in all my years of living in New Jersey since autumn of 1964 when mom and I left Apartment 24-A at 2041 Chestnut Street in PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA-USA, early into my fifth grade school year. Here I am living in this place three months or so after having that wild dream where my daughter was in it and in a crystal clear vivid interaction, and she was telling me all about many things, and it involved medical stuff, and this house in the waking world (this dimension in hyperspace) was a medical building in the dream (that other dimension in hyperspace), {5th dimensional hyperspace}. WOW, C how quantum dynamics wins out, already we R on Mariah, we R also on houses, as in LOCATIONS; and this is Y peeps who indeed R onto 'Q-D', and all of its real live effects on our human lives here, do not C mathematics the way dudes like COOLEY HALL EDUCATOR, MISTER DAVID LEIGH SMITH sees it, or saw it, U know, as completely totally impersonal and cold, his words, this is a quote, YO! That wild dream with windy conditions, that caused several doors in the place 2 slam shut over and over; ALSO BECAME TRANSLATED INTO WAKING LIFE 'TOSE' REALITY, and this was definitely told on a previous blog from back in those days and times and I remember fully doing that blog; telling how the dream came true, as well as how doors were slamming shut because of the way that this open-concept architectural design of this home was all laid out, and there I was, just sitting at the dining room table there at this home, in waking real life, 3 months or more after HAVING THAT WILD ASS DREAM WITH MY KID somewhere in early summer time of 2008, and SLAM, doors started slamming and winds were blowing and the weather seemed 2 come up out of a sudden like out of that great television show, DARK SHADOWS, and B-4-I go on, a MAJOR COMPUTER BLACK HAT HACK STRUCK ME, AND I THINK MARIAH HAS DONE IT 2 ME, AND I WILL TELL IT ALL 2-U IN A MINUTE, BUT HERE IS WHAT I DID AFTER THIS ASSAULT BEGAN AT 8 MINUTES PAST ONE THIS moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, LET ME CAP IT IN HERE 4-U ALL 2-C, YO YO YO YO YO, FBI, ACLU, FBI, COMPUTER CRIMES SECTION, HAGUE WORLD TRIBUNAL COURTS, AND I KNOW THIS WAS INDEED A MIMI-LATTISAW ASSAULT ON THE MOUNTAINPEN, AND I AM NOW SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC ON THIS STILL OPEN SEPTEMBER-8-DAY FOR CHART PURPOSES, AND AT BOTBUR, BUT WHEN BLOG POSTS UP IT WILL GO RIGHT BACK 2 A 2 AND 5 NINTHS-GLMA, AND RIGHT WHERE IT MOTHER FRUCKING WAS B-4 THE GODDESSDOG ASSAULT ON ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I'll CAP in what I did as soon as the lost document was somehow magically retrieved, and then I'll explain what happened the truck 2 poor pitiful non Linda Ronstadt pathetic helpless senior abused ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



I immediately tried 2 make a copy of the document with the below title on it that is in RED FONT. It would not allow the title however, and kept prompting me with the not-allowed triangle in the dialog box, and then the prompt read, “File name is not allowed”, and that was that, and I tried three times with no varied results whatsoever, FBI. Sounds like I am right smack stucking back at Jenny's miserable MMM trailer park, huh great weerlld, huh great viewer-Blogaudians????????? And then the news-crews at those PHILADELPHIA FLUCKING-TV-stations teased me and said that miserable endless time warp 4 myself, yeah, sure, right, morning light Star Trek Lee, Mark, and points decaying 2 lead, Pink Goddess struck and controlled Gary Mitchell; and definitely without any of Mark Mohr's Canopious love sonnet's from 1996, that U all seemed 2 already know about. Like goddamn ass WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!!!! So then after the 3rd failure, I tried a different title, and U know, if I wanted 2 do this just 4 effect and make up some wild frucking tale here peeps, I could make up stuff like I tried this, and I tried that, and how many times this, and how many times that, on or off of all mind blowing 5-October days back in 2008, or up here nearly goddamn 15 years in the antimatter space (the future) now. But no, I was able on me' 2nd flucking attempt, to get the title, as shown below, in the BLUE FONT, and make my MOTHER FLAGGING EMERGENCY-COPY, in case this happens 2 me again, YO BRRRRRRRRRRRR:



EMERGENCY COPY FILE OF SEPTEMBER 9, 2023


EMERGENCY COPY AFTER DEATH ASSAULT AT 1:08 AM



So there I was typing along as usual, nothing at all different, no plugs yanked out of something somewhere, Mister Almighty futhermucking KNOW-IT-ALL, SIR ED LYNCH HIMACANE FROM 2007, just doing nothing whatsoever different, and pow, I look up from me' keypad at the cum-pike-her monitor-screen, and suddenly it is on page one, at the top line an din red page color instead of this light grayish purple color, and my entire blog was GONE, AND 'POOFED AWAY'!!!!!!! I then tried going CONTROL-Z over and over 2 try reversing and or undoing the hack, and after it went back 2 the first letter of the line and page, and the only thing on the entire blog, that should have been PAGE 10, I tried going into a couple other documents that were already loaded in and could B easily click-accessed at the bottom of me screen. Instead of it working however, the entire thing FROZE UP. U know, the little stupid spinning wheel started and the goddamn flucking page got half ghosted, U al have seen a frozen document page. I know I am preaching 2 the rock chucking hunt trapping goddamn choir here, as most of U know dozens of times more computer junk than this poor flucking weehtahd does. I admit that right up front and straight out, and right here and right now, Mister Pedersen, and lovely fictional 'L&O' Police Lieutenant, Anita VanBuren of Manhattan South Precinct #------electrical!!!!!!!!!!! WOW, Mister Nicola Tesla and, incredible 1984 alien-contact-DREAMS, huh WEERLLD?????? Folks, do any of U great fibbies and agents out here, C just yet that someone or something, as only the great Sir William Shatner could say it, on the original STAR TREK TELEVISION SHOW OF THE SIXTIES; simply and most assuredly definitely and quintessentially, YO; just DOES NAUGHT WANT ME 2 TALK ABOUT that WILD 1983 MOTHER ******* MEDICAL CONDITION GIVEN ME, as I have naught had a computer assault like this one since returning from me; last trip 2 the GODDAMN TECHY JOINT at Walmart's PSL-FL-USA-store a couple of months ago or whenever. THAT WAS MAJOR!!!!!!! So after the freeze yp, I was ready 2 lose my goddamn flucking mind and literally go out and do something that as I used 2 call it years ago, would B “UNBLOGGABLE”, of course I wouldn't have, but I was goddamn flucking ass close, peeps, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let's finish this up, or put another way, let us get on with the show, oh sweet CALLIO from back late in the 1990's, and the (call ten Verizon teases club) At exactly 1:55 AM, a loud sound that lasted about ten seconds or more was all around me' residence almost as if it was ten or more animals inside of the walls, and it could not B, but that is how it sounded, so I stopped the blog, shut everything all down, and took me flashlight and walked all around the joint, a full 360 degree inspection-trip, and not just with my flashlight, but a HUUUUUUUGE non killing-cousin turkey knife in me; other hand, and I f somebody had tried 2 fluck with me it “would have been their last day standing”, 2 quote gorgeous and super muscles, Mizz Monique, on me' kids awesome late ohm-9-movie. U can take that straight 2 the flucking TORONTO-DOMINION BANK OF CANADA, all northern cousins out there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These things R killing me peeps, I am simply way 2 goddamn frucking old and sick 2-B putting up with this goddamn endless shorsehit, and that ain't on me' shortlist, Mister Mike Soft Spellchecker-Hellwrecker, YO!!! Yes, after the freeze up lasted a minute or so, the wheel stopped spinning, the ghost out page turned back 2 full normal brightness and color, and all resumed back 2 normal, whatever normal really is 4 me ever since the morning of runt slapping 15 August in 1986!!!!!!!!!!!! Jesus Christ Almighty great peeps. That is of course when I said 2 me'self YO, Mountainpen, U had better make an EMERGENCY-COPY-BLOG in my open-office files, so that at least this can B closed and saved, even if the computer crashes again and does not come back. Eventually, it will, and then I can finish and post. So far only the wild noise has happened, but it scared the living flucking morning daylights Donna out of me, and this day just may have 2 go BOTBAR, but I am naught there yet, oh wonderful fwolks out there in Cyberville. Some goddamn world owner prick is vehemently against my telling anyone of U out here about what all of this June 4, 1983 WILD SURREAL MEDICAL CONDITION is all about; and all of the tentacles of this monster octopus that lays behind all of its goddamn OZ-CURTAINS, YO BRO!!!!!!! DAT's 4 flucking total ass sure,m YO peeps. I know that U all know it as well, YO! Whether or naught those reasons R due 2 the fact that this would all include the greatest female vocalist this planet has ever spun out, and whom SHE really of course is ASTRALLY; is anybody's BEST GUESTS-GUESS of course!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All that can seemingly B known is that stuff like this wild major CUM-PUKE-HER CRASH this moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning proves that I am naught imagining any of this, such as all of the blog interference that began with my posting complaints and tales of what happened 2 me when my 30 meds were forcibly removed from me back in th end of the 2014 year. I'll bet that a lot of U all saw it coming 2, I'll just bet on that. Forget green dress Mary T. Moore and Trinitrail-Trinidad hotel balconies and forget all of the guests and the guessing games, the Pearl Harbor letter matching initial days and the year of 1996, the I-Ching an dits Hexagram of Deliverance, forget all of it, as here is what CAN B PROVEN, OH SHERIFF KEN MASCARA: U have this already on your courthouse records 2 Sir, I would certainly imagine here; and guest-guess, from me' last Jury-Duty date, the one day serve on 19 August of 2019, if me' memory is still in tact here; as your Fort Pierce Courthouse is a few blocks from the Melody Lane Library, and its metal detector, just AS ALL OF THEM DO; denied my access, AND SO YO, I HAD 2-B HAND-SCANNED-FRISKED in order 2 gain access 2 the building and ever since my wild 1983 condition all began, I cannot get through a metal detector. Now Sheriff KJM OH SIR, I have never had any kind of operation or medical procedures that would force me 2 carry special ID 4 airport travel access, as many medical conditions do, and this has no earthly reason 4 its being, but sir, IT IS REAL, IT IS HAPPENING, and I fully totally submit right now 2-U, and 2 have any of your great fellow L-E-team boys 2 come over here, or I can come over 2-U. U can test this all out, and C it all 4 yourselves. Y would I-B making up a wild tale that U could disprove in ten seconds? All that would happen is that I would suddenly find me'self in a whole world of trouble, am I right sir????????????? Do U think oh great wonderful FBI, that I am so stupid as 2 make these lies all up when U would have my ass in prison, and this would give all of me' enemies in powerful positions the needed rope and ammunition 2 hang this poor Huntington, and keep the great General Squire Star Trek TRILANE happier than a vampire-lark in the dark, and yes, I screwed up and said vampire bad or whatever, and U all know that I meant 2 type in BAT, and then that damn Spellchecker system never catches AN-DYES, since both 'AN' and 'DYES' R legitimate words, and I can go on an don with this smaller trivia but today, I needed 2 make one gargantuan non Senator Sanders major ass friggin' HUUUUUUUGE PERNT, YO BRAHHHHH!









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paranormal researcher

Location

hammonton, new jersey, United States

Introduction

Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness.

Interests

I close my mind to nothing

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all old movies

Favorite Music

most old music

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gone with the wind, the winds of war, time travelers from our future

You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits? An angry mother, and at the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of is that you cannot be sure of anything. I take that back now in late 2023, I can B sure of the WOMO!

































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Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my WOMO-SPACEFORCE SUBSKUMMITE ENEMIES, whom are VICIOUSLY PERSECUTING ME, AND beginning most recently WITH A MAJOR BLACK HAT COMPUTER STRIKE ON ME WHILE DOING THIS BLOG TITLED “SLIDING AWAY FROM”, AND ALL OTHER ENDLESS HARASSING PERSECUTIONS DONE 2 ME BY THIS ENEMY WOMO-WSMT SCUM, FROM DOGTOWN ON EARTH; AND WITH THIS ATTACK DONE 2 ME EARLY ON THIS DATE OF THE NINTH DAY OF SEPTEMBER IN 2023; AND WHICH IS ALL directly a part of the ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULT ON ME, THAT BEGAN ON THE EXACT DATE OF THE MORNING OF 15 AUGUST, IN THE YEAR OF 1986; and on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.







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


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




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







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Now that assault on me' computer from BLACK-HAT HACKING NON WANNA' SPEND ME' TIME SPAMMENIES (WSMT), brought me' MORIANITY'S SECRETS THERMOMETER SCALE, (MSTS) up 2 its new position that closes out around closing bell time on next Tuesday's WALL STREET or 4-PM. I am most definitely gonna; B going back 2 using this, and blogging my stuff accordingly in so much as lightening up on them and what I tell about them, depending on how they lighten slit up on the flucking PPNR Mountainpen, YO YO YO YO YO ME' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have me' own private methods 4 deciding how high the scales R rated, based on both amounts of the 168 hour cycle harassment's (weekly), as well as each of the harassment items perpetrated against me on their level of intensity, 4 example an air harassment may B light, heavy, or in-between, and so 2-R all of the other major poisonous food groups that the WSMT-SPAMMENIES R endlessly doing 2 and against me, ever since AUGUST 15th in 1986, and I am every goddamn flucking bit as sick and tired of seeing and hearing that date as any of U out there, believe flucking ass THAT, YO, in fact, I am even MORE GODDAMN TIRED OF IT, I AM GODDAMN LIVING THE DOGTOWN THROUGH IT ALL 4 CRYING OUT LOUD, YO!!!!!!!!







Now just 2 remind U about this scale, I CAP in this following reminder just 4 the damn record here, YO BRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!









The Secrets scale ratio of Morianity's telling of major TRS junk & based on how much WSMT persecution is being done 2 me during any given week's time, begins with the very first GREEN-STAR of 6%, and the very lowest rating. The very final and maximum RED-STAR of 100% is then the ending of a scale of 2 percent graduations each from lowest to highest.







I assure all readers of this blog that I am just a pitiful tortured soulless entire life has been absolutely completely wrecked and ruined by powerful and beyond vicious monster scum bags out there somewhere, who R without one shred of a semi ounce of heart or humanity, absolutely soulless and rotten straight 2 the core, and then if U should carefully examine the core as well, and all of the atoms of that core, those goddamn atoms would also B completely and totally rotten. Now of course atoms cannot B rotten, but a parable such as that is what is perhaps needed here 2 make this incredible mind busting sad point!!!!!!!! My life is a nightmare hell, and a lot of peeps out here whom R causing it 2 this very day R just like the son of the 40th president of the United States, the Honorable, HA-HA-HA, Sir Ronald Reagan. His son claims 2 have absolutely no fear whatsoever of DEATH AND BURNING IN HELL, AFTER BEING CONDEMNED AS A SINNER, BY AN ALMIGHTY ANGRY AND VENGEFUL GOD; and this blog today is about my medical condition, and things R very bad as soon as I began 2 talk about it, as the SPACEFORCE IS EXTREMELY NERVOUS, and they all have a whole goddamn lot 2 hide, they know it, I know it, they know that I know it and they know that I know that they know it, and this ain't double or triple talk here, this is powerful truth that can get me MURDERED, and so, this blog now, FBI, and HAGUE; will double as my major internet document of late 2023, and goes as follows here, YO:





THIS IS A DYING DECLARATION AND A DYING UTTERANCE, AND IT IS A LEGAL INTERNET DOCUMENT THAT IS BEING ELECTRONICALLY SIGNED AS WELL AS OFFICIALLY RECORDED AND PUBLISHED ONTO A WEB SITE, KNOWN AS THE MAIN GOOGLE OWNED SITE, BLOGGER DOT COM, OR www.blogger.com/ and my murderers can never B exactly known 2 me, Mark Wayne Mohr, but all of my blogs tell an extremely major and quite convincing story, and I hereby swear 2 the truth and accuracy of all words therein that have any possible accusatory tones in them towards any of the people being talked of and discussed on them, and this is my entire sworn statement, and I submit 2 arrest and prison if this is some wild lie and or hoax of any possible kind, and I only hope that some authority out here sends a copy of this 2 my local sheriff, KJM!





SHERIFF MASCARA, THIS IS A DYING DECLARATION, AS SOMEONE IS SCREWING WITH THIS MACHINE AND THIS BLOG LIKE THERE IS NO GODDAMN ASS TOMORROW, OH SIR. PAGE AND AREA JUMPING IS CONTINUOUS, AND IT ALL BEGAN WITH THE TOTAL HACK OUT FROM EARLIER ON BACK ON PAGE #10. Peeps in this nation R under a new wild and weird syndrome that morianity has no name as of yet 4 it, and we all know that I am indeed a namer of stuff, yet still have none. It began with the days of the great SPIDER, and I knew this person, but U al know this person or knew if as the great awesome star of screen and tune, the one and only Mister ELVIS PRESLEY. I am not even sure if that was his name, as we all know not all stars keep their given BC-names. We also know that not all BC have honest information on them. On top of all of this Palvo Trekker Sir, and all others out there; some weird mental disease infected the minds of Americans back in those Presley times, and many call it many things, and I now decided 2 name it simply and honestly and just 4 exactly what it really is, as I've been accused of it myself, and this couldn't B further from truth and reality if it tried 2 with all the might and power of an astral-god. Yes, I name this, Fanitis. It is also where that word of “FAN” truly emanates from as well, it merely is just short 4 the word “FANATIC”. In fact, I challenge anyone 2 copy it in or type it in 2 your own word programs, U nice peeps out there and yes, guess what pops up. DUHH-DERR, Hyundai cars and ad spots of 2007 years, huh YO? But the world went beyond nuts with all of thissssssss. I tease the world, and I am naught one of them, nor could I care in the least wee little bit about any of these idiotic stars. I could tell U all stories that would make your skin crawl. They R naught special at all, and if anything they R under the norms of regular peeps who just so happened 2 make it big by the owner-controllers of what we call have come 2 call in slang perhaps, the 'ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY'. Now in my particular case, and B-4 any of U wise guy-gal folks start shoving your idea of proofs of my lies here, remember that proof of al the stuff in these blogs has come slamming at my door, year in and year out, and I am not making up any of this. Everything I have told happened with top entertainer stars, HAPPENED. When I tell U that they picked my mom's [pockets, they did. When I tell U that they were waiting in tiny guard shacks 4 me, they were When I tell U that top recording stars stole my music, U can check out one case in particular right at the great U.S. © Office, it al went down. All the stuff done 2 me in Atlantic City happened. Every goddamn flucking tiny little bit of it peeps. It al is real, it happened, and like it or naught, it ain't some goddamn 2009 BALLOON HOAX. I have absolute powerful reasons 4 believing that the great goddess SSJKK is now inside of MC, and all the shkit that I claimed all went down all these years, did, OH FBI, OH MISTER PRESIDENT JOSEPH ROBINNETT BIDEN, OH WORLD COURT AT THE HAGUE, AND ON AN DON, OH SHERIFF,OH PROSECUTORS OFFICES, CONGRESSMAN'S OFFICES, all of it, the D-Q nightmare, all of it happened, it is all absolutely true and real, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! And 2 quote a great fables writer here even though none of this stuff blogged now 4 nearly 2 decades of time is anything BUTTTTTTTTTTT FABLES or MYTHS; or BUTTERCHEESE, or BUTButButButBut library hacks from 2010, but yes 2 quote Mister wonderful and talented Mister Esolph here YO, “And that's that”!!!!!!!!!!! SO WOW-THAT.




We will now talk a bit more about the great and mighty and quite illustrious HADDONWOOD SWIM AND HEALTH CLUB, that went the way of Gerard Stiles and Dark Shadows, and Collinwood, right down to the times and years. All fans of the hit 60's television soap show of Gothic morbidity, know perfectly clearly and well, Mister Nixon, Mrs. Nixon, and everybody freaking else; that this is beyond outlandish, and just too weird to be true, as far as all of it being some gigantic mother mucking coincidence, YO folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gimme a darn break. What you do not have a clue about unless you are Steve Hawking, is that we all are a larger 'personality' in and from, a lighter, and virtually gravitation-less higher plane or realm. Now you must begin by knowing a powerful yucking secret peeps, and that is that LIGHT is the reflection of TIME. My daughter told me this before she was born, in a powerful vision; and reminded me of this all over again about 3.5 years ago, during my last months of residing in my Mullica Township, New Jersey trailer at Jenny Plageman's trailer park of HELLHORRORS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now this larger self dreams down into a hyperspace, or a trillion to the power of trillions, of parallel universes, where pieces of our total selves, all exist and live in separate lives. The science of Quantum Mechanics and or Physics, attempts to unravel lots of slit pertaining to this, and in some ways succeeds quite well, and in others; it simply fails miserably and totally. Still this science is young and new, and beginning to learn the strange forces in the world of the Quantum, as well as the way certain smaller things operate in an entirely set of laws than we can't begin as of yet to start understanding and or appreciating. Here I am preaching all of this mitt to the blog worlds of cyberspace, and it is me that needs to hear and have these concepts reflected back at me. Human life tends to make us forget what we totally remember. When certain doors are opened and walked through, life cannot ever go back again. You may think you are walking back out of the room, when all that really is happening is that you are walking into an illusion. You cannot walk both ways through subatomic doors. I am being figurative peeps in my words here, but it does give U-all a bang up illustration, so I will say these things. If any one reading this, could see for five seconds, and hold their attention that long, on what I totally know, and thus would be existing in a truer fifth dimensional reality; it is doubtful, you could ever shed off the two dimensions you experienced for those tiny little five seconds, and thus, you would become like I am, trapped in hyperspace, and with awareness to this truth. This makes me and all of you as different as train and an elephant. This is just truth, nothing more, and with no hidden implications or meanings within these symbols either. The owners of this world, the wealthiest families, know completely, that I have stumbled onto gargantuan dangerous fucking shit over the past thirty-five years or so, and that it is growing quantitatively, and beyond and independent of my control. They also know, unless they are swallowing stupidity pills, like kids eating Ecstasy tablets at some wild NYC party club; that this is why quantum fitting has placed a lot of stuff together in the way that it has, and obviously has plans far beyond my limited horizons to even begin to venture a guess with any real hope of honest accuracy. WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS & WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




If something begins vibrating, the faster it goes, the more atomic friction or rubbing occurs, and
the first observable bi-product of this is HEAT. As this intensifies, the next one is LIGHT. Beyond this comes all kinds of assortments of cosmic rays. As things go faster, they get hotter, brighter, and normally in post-atomic-size worlds, grow smaller. Other forces exist however that cause the opposite of this as far as size is concerned, and because of an unknown secret of up-line and down-line connective-ness below the mind realm or the 6th dimension. Many of today's scientists still wonder about open and closed cosmos based on the 2.7 degree kelvin average temperature, total matter per cubic centimeter, and many other factors all connected with this that need not be addressed right now. The hypersphere is a simple concept. Take a board and make it longer and longer, and eventually, it bends down on its two ends under its own weight. No straight line can endlessly not eventually bend down and come around full circle, literally. Both space as well as motion intertwine in special and amazing ways. Looking at the cosmos from outside and beyond, it would look like a sphere, a big basketball of a sort. But the ball is moving. This causes many things to all become real. Many formulas show that an open end system will make time start all over again. This is a very simplified way of putting some math formulas into converted English language nomenclature. Put another way, those who think of a big-bang-beginning of time, never see that this is the exact sameness as the end of time from the past cycle. So if time is so many years total, then how many cycles are there? Well, this is what you will not easily grasp. There is no beginning or ending of this loop because it is compressed into a dimension where outside of it is the higher dimension that thought its way into the game it created and is playing, really, us, and what we are playing, and distracting, from the pure hell of existing. Since there are an infinite amount of non-existers, and a finite space-time-mind dimension in six dimensions, there simply is no more room for any more non-existors, so those who exist, just exist, and this concept was somehow figured out and known by the Roddenberry team after Gene passed or woke up really, and I'm speaking of the movieDeep Space Nine, from which many offshoot television shows spawned out of. But how does this super compressed and abridged little lesson from 2100 or really, then; '88-2', on Jewelly White's Mayan Calendar or (JWMC), relate to Haddonwood Swim Club and 1996, when it forever closed down, overnight? Many rumors have circulated around about all of this, and I have told a few things on numerous previous blogs. Well, the Quantum World is what human science perceives when observing and experimenting, but in fact, it is all there because of the upline-downline system that is part of a gigantic THOUGHT in the 6th dimension. In 2007, I talked about a strange place containing 12 elevators, 3 of them on four sides of a room, all together in the center part along each of the walls. Each elevator has controls inside of them, called TRINITRAIL CONTROL. Every 60 degrees along a circle is a point of a trinitrail line. Move the intersection of a normal “X” closer together and simply add in another perfectly aligned line through it, the asterisk, ******. Now count the ends of the asterisk made here. Then look at your keyboard. It prints out only five, not six, yet the key shows the full six pointed system intersecting, the triple-X, and just why this discrepancy exists, I cannot in good conscience tell you. I will speculate however, that it is there just so I can further show the power and awesome mystery behind this triple-X. This is the same parlor trick that the quantum worlds used to get the word “MI” to be on the start of the song called, “Real Good Girl” from 1986, that I wrote and copyrighted on the 15th day of August. Who put the floppy disk virus into the fort Pierce Public Library System, so that many times, the word 'ButButButButBut' would keep coming out without even typing anything, it is all up on older blogs from 2010, at www.blogger.com/. I had not yet seen the movie MC was staring in at that time in the spring of 2010, called, “Precious”, but if you get it, and it was done in late 2009; the scene where the fight in the special-ed-school erupts, suddenly has the word “BUT” come out real loud, and out of place. Then my dad had a favorite expression that he used a lot in 1975 while we were living in Lindenwold, New Jersey at the same apartment complex where today in a new name, was right next to the complex where I dated Mizz Helen Zebriski in 1999, and had the experience of a lifetime that night we stayed overnight at the Sands Casino, with Sarah Callio's in law parents, the Martino's, at the Blue Parrot Club. This expression that my dad used, was, “Fuck this shit”. If you get a movie called, “12 Angry Men”, and carefully listen to the soundtrack on it, right after the man with the accent wants to change his verdict from guilty to not guilty, and he says 'BEG PARDON', listen and you will distinctly hear the man who complains a lot throughout the show, say, and in the days where a black and white Henry Fonda movie would strictly prohibit this language, “FUCK THIS SHIT”. None of these things just happened, and are all things that the sixth dimension is behind and controlling, for reasons none other than a gigantic game called Ultimate Distraction. What is being distracted from is the fact that existers must exist. It is that simple, just as Red John would put it so well, from Campbell's Soup to Colorado. Now in like manner, this entire deal with SSJK, is a game of distraction. I had no idea who Mister Krassle was in the Haddonwood days. It was in the following years that came right after this era, that I came to learn all about it. I can only safely blog this much today. I made friends with a dude who resembled Jay-Jay Evans' father, on the television sitcom show called, “Good Times” from the seventies, and we would hang out and talk from time to time, at the deep south end of the indoor swimming pool. He told me that I would not be able to stay on the bottom of the pool if I did a special trick with my mind. When I did it, he was right, and I could not stay submerged. Then he told me that I would have a powerful dream that night that it was several years ago, and I was on a raft with a friend of mine, and that I should try the same trick when we are trapped by a powerful bay current in the Tuckerton Bay. I tried remembering the event that I knew happened, and until the dream came and went, it remained a blur. However, I went onto tell him the next time we ran into each other, that I experienced an evental-time-warp, and he laughed and said it is all a trick. Then he asked me what I remembered about experiencing a boat ride that kept repeating itself. Instantly, I remembered a powerful thing from 1986, when David Roth and myself were on Long Beach Island, and indeed, the boat sank, and I died, and then I woke up and it started all over again, over and over. He said that in many other realms of the mind, it is still going on, even though in any one realm, it happens but once. Then he chuckled and talked about 'compressed boxium', and told me how someday when things all weigh next to nothing, hurling ourselves to the stars will be as easy as pie. I just gave him a long vacant stare. More will be told later. Right now, this incredible dude is behind all that has happened to me for the past 16 years, as it was after he did one huge thing, that my sudden desire to find a seemingly magical teenaged girl from my past, was kindled into a flame throwing rocket, and totally out of control and irresistible, altering my life as I knew it, forever. In 2008, he came back to me again, at a cigar store on the White Horse Pike, in the blueberry capitol of the world, Hammonton, New Jersey, USAESMWG. If I say more, I WILL DIE!!!! Even if a giant cop comes 2 my apartment or cane there just recently from those pool times, I still do naught say more, right Jim?

BOY OH BOY OH BOY, UNCLE BILLY & FRANK CAPRA!




END TRANSMISSION, & POSTING UP AT 4 AM.



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