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Me' whittle mommy taught me in December of each year while 'gwowing up, Mister Elmer WABBIT Fwudddd'; 2 always send 'thank-U' letters following gifts from family and friends on both the Christmas Holiday as well as three weeks prior 2 that on the 4th, me' B-D, 4 the same deal, and I do not forget me' manners today many decades later. It is the sincere wish of this blogger, the Mountainpen, 2 thank the new Blogaudian-viewers of this blog 4 their interest. Let me assure U that this blog all began after a coworker on a weekend security job up in New Jersey, told me that I need 2 tell my story on a format known as internet-blogging, after I had annoyed him during shift change times with my incessant rantings, of me' continuous and constant enemy woe-whiz-me troubles and nightmares that seemingly just never quit, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! So I began around the 6th of January in 2006 with this Morianity blogging and with what I called my Morianity Bible, following a first done MB on cassette tapes, back in 1995, and that the great illustrious © Copyright Office, 2 this very day has a copy of the first opening verses thereof, as I made certain that they would, through something that I named shortly upon leaving the great ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS on my 3rd and final time there between 1980 and 1991, and moved into the home of Misses Patricia Meeker, the mom of a New Jersey State Police Officer (STATIE) as some call them, and it was called, “MENTAL-I-CHING”, as back then in 1991, I was absolutely clueless that this is all just exactly how the true and real life (I-Ching) does operate, indeed, it is one gigantic life channel of soul energy, that does automatically energy-transfer; and especially during all of our times in this waking life, of major and significant points! Anyway, despite the CCD and endless persecution by the Blogger Team on some matters; this is a sincere desire 2 greatly thank all of me' Blogaudian-viewers 4 looking at my life story. It was all destined of course 2 go down just as it has, both the events of the story, and the events leading right up 2 the beginning of the telling of that story, AKA the blogs of the Mountainpen, or 4 short, just the BOM. The BOM actually began as the BOB, or the book of the beach, and this needs not B endlessly repeated as the story itself explains the Y and the whats laying behind all of this incredible and super rotten nasty mess, that all seemingly begins right outside of the very GATES OF DOGTOWN IN THE TIMELESS PURGATORY!
The point of the blog now being written on this 22nd day in this 9th month of September and in this 2023 year of '2 kill 3' as we Labbers will B saying up around 25 decades or so in antimatter space, is a quick sort of bringing together of lots of recently both rehashed as well as new stuff, and if U will allow or permit this, me' feeble attempt here 2 somewhat quickly attempt 2 commingle it all together, and in a way that makes it a wee tad bit more credible, understandable, believable, and even logical. Many have noticed my seeming endless life-connection, and especially at the magical Cooley Hall from long ago, into stuff pertaining 2 what can only B labeled the EW (Entertainment World) and so many of its peeps. U would naught B incorrect, only should U mistakenly ever start 2 believe that I am doing this, that I am enjoying this, or that I wouldn't sell me proverbial soul 2 the proverbial devil 2 GET OUT OF THIS TODAY, yesterday if I had Star Trek's warp drive, YO peeps! If U disbelieve that statement, U may as well right now, go straight 2 the “NEXT-BLOG” prompt on the BDC dashboard. U simply R doing yourself, and 2 quote the great mighty islander banker, and cousin of mine, long dead and passed away, the latengrate Sir Heinz Gottwald; “a disfavor”. He said that 2 me' mom in the very end of the summer time in the great disco year of 1979, when she begged him 2 lend her a grand so that we could buy a home in Mantua, NJUSAESMWG at 112 East Fifth Avenue. We managed 2 buy it without his help, but I shan't forget his statement, despite hearing it only in legal-hearsay. Yes, his words went, “Grace, I'd B doing U a disfavor by lending U the money”. He was an extremely austere rigid and very quaint and old fashioned banker, and was just about the most powerful man on WALL STREET in those days, as he was the non-Verizon Senior VP of the world's THEN 2nd largest wealthiest bank, the Chemical National Bank, in Manhattan, 2nd only 2 the ever almighty CHASE MANHATTAN BANK. Still, not 2 brag papa-pal and V-CALL-TEN, but still, all great pinking sheers, NYC fictional police detectives, and marvelous law-television shows, it is what it is, huh there mah'm-Latengrate, Mizz D-M-KING????????????? 4 all the great newbies of Morianity here, this dude lived at 175 Peninsula Drive in Babylon, NYUSAESMWG, which is in Suffolk County on the great Woodie-Guthrie's LONG ISLAND, and yes, is where I actually met me' daughter 4 the very first time at the age of two and a half while me' Aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald, and wife of HG, B-4 the remarriage later, after her supposed death from a 'FLU SHOT' as we were all told, so go investigate that one 'L&O' peeps; aniwho, one day me' Aunt Ruth takes me on a road-trip up north 18 miles or so and that is where the dog-walking and the horrendous deal all went down, as per some of the repressed memories that came back 2 me in a wild nightmare on the 5th day in October of 2008, due 2 being under extreme psychological pressures and living with some distant cousins of lovely Mizz Hollister Neck-throat!!!!!!!!!!! Enough 4 now on all of thisssss, huh there oh lovely Mizz Luccisnakes mah'm? Holy moley holly Molly Hollister Patty 'Strobelightoys Doorbangers', and gee whiz fizz, and then we wonder Y these dreams all started in 1997 and 2 years after the great Haddonwood POOLROY came over 2-C me one magical day? Wanna' CUT ME ONE OF YOUR FAMOUS BRAKES THERE, oh lovely Mizz Margie Leo from Caldor Store back in 1985 non-Roof-Dog KINGS??????????????????? JEEZ-LOUISE MISTER FONTANA-L&O!!!!!!!!!!!!! Peeps love 2 blame me and jump all over me, even best friends can let U down just when we go back into 1979 and try talking 2 all wonderful artists named “RANDY”!!!!!!!!!!!! As all marvelous Native Americans may say and only 2 damn ass well YO, “Holy SMOKES”, but the Mountainpen likes reminding folks that he says, and yes, endlessly tries reminding his Blogaudians, that indeed, “WHERE THERE'S SMOKE, THERE'S FIRE”, somewhere, but it IS INDEED THERE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, and ha-ha-ha Mizz Thistlethorns Sleazeweedsdisease Notfondauonebit mah'm, U monster and slapper U; U GOT ME REALLY DAMN NON-ZABRISKIE GOUUUUUUUUUUUUD back there in non roof-dog-King 1997 times, only reverse that damn year date 4 years, U witch!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes I forgot 2 make me' page blank extra's or me' PBE 4 a shortened abbreviation, and naught standing 4 prior blogged errors, although it most certainly in fact could, oh lovely Mizz AT&T Annoyance Caller Bureau 1983 BLAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, Mister McNulty!!!!!!!!!! Now here is a story that totally kills this poor blogger, the Mountainpen, and in many ways; so let me explore the one coming into me' mind right now, and leave other stuff 4 later blogs, huh! I never saw the episode of those great old 60's TWILIGHT ZONE called, “Night Caller”, as of the year of 1983, and don't start saying that again, as with 1972 and 2008, maybe it wasn't a 36 year repression or gap but maybe U did C the show and forgot, folks, I don't forget TV shows, names and faces I ain't all that swift with, but actual dialogues and show plots, NEVER-NEVER-EVER-EVER-NEVER-EVER, 2 quote our wonderful lovely Motown Queen, Mizz Ross, and speaking here of the 1983 phone deal. That show seemingly predicted nearly the same precise deal that I was 2 prophetically suffer with two solid decades later from the time of the TV-show's air-date. Roughly '63 to '83, and the similarities of it all and right down 2 the very voice, and again the mighty © Office has the tape thanx again 2 MENTAL-I-CHING and me' AX-flip-sided cassette messages. Yes the voice of Mizz Blake and Miss Finch from the TTZ-TV-show R nearly identical, and even what was spoken was nearly identical, it is beyond an off the wall thing, and I hope the goddamn ass FBI gets that music project called “Saga of Songwriter Mark Mud” from me' 1983 Atco, NJUSAESMWG musical project, and then pulls a TTZ-TV-show and compares this awesome and unfathomably surreal event here, and sees this all 4 themselves, as it is beyond weird and inconceivable, YO WEERLLD aldare!
Stuff such as these things; the KING 1997 ROOFDOGS, the Mizz Blake 'TTZ'-phone story, and 10-5-2008; goes beyond ten boardwalk railing rock videos from lovely nose-earring wearing Miss Joan Osborne, or however that gorgeous girl may spell her awesome surname, YO. Slob God non-Mountainpen cannot help anyone with his thoughts concerning lovely upline Sarah, only that indeed, U all can poke fun of me all that U wish 2 in the EW forever and ever, but I do know how U can C her, Mister EEEEE-Mask! If U-R ever serious, here is what U can do 2 make the Holodeck turn into lots of lines and expose reality far beyond any Star Trek's fictional television shows could ever hope 2 do in their wildest damn dreams. Laugh, call me a huckster shyster crook, whatever may make U happy Mister Mask, or anyone else out here. If U want a life altering reality alteration where literally the lines show up all around us and the program does end, then help me end a multi thousand year old situation, and I may B murdered 4 this powerful blog, but here goes. If anyone out here, especially U Mister EM who knows this is all real and true, altered my life by cutting me a check 4 say ten mill or any large sum, the lines would appear all around the planet in five minutes of the check clearing. Anyone who doubts these words and really wants 2 meet HER, Joan earrings in the nose or soon 2 follow other rock and rollers, I can bring U the reality of your wish. U end the Huntington Curse 4 me by ending me' sub poverty, and lines will appear all around PLANET EARTH IN TEN MINUTES, and THEN damn it all 2 Dogtown, U will meet HER, and those R naught me' thoughts on HER guys, this is truth, put me under flucking goddamn oath right now, any prosecutor, any FBI agents, come over, the Sheriff knows exactly where I reside, and most likely so do all of U, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
772-489-8625-----house-phone
772-708-3607-----cellular-phone
I do naught answer calls with blocks, I wanna' C just who is callin' YO, Mizz Finch, Mizz Blake, and even LIGHTNING, as she 2 this day has all the codes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll go a step further. I'll enter a goddamn contract saying I have 2 return the money in 180 days if nothing like this happens. Only IT WILL, YO!
Yes Dawn-Marie King and family; I am at the point where I make the ultimatum of the millennium 2 prove that the Mountainpen is 100 percent legitimate and ready 2 put all things I speak of here 4 twenty years, RIGHT ON THE MONEY AND RIGHT 2 THE TEST, and as U say it so well, or said it, missy, “It is what it is”, and whoever posted this of U drunk one day at some party back while I was there living with U, hubby, mommy, and others from time 2 time; well, it all happens because things were meant 2, and they go down so as 2 fulfill these destined events, and it is all because of subatomic energetic dots or SEDS that all R indeed perfectly cosmically numerated and when they meet and match, kapow, even out here in 'waking life' whatever the Dogtown this truly is, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posting up at 3:54 PM-----EDST
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A Tribute 2 All Things Unknowable Mister Castaneda
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I will B telling on this blog, some stuff that follows up on some recently laid foundations, and so now we can really start wondering about quite a few gash dang things, huh there ole' Cooley Classmate 'cursing Bruce' and published through the great semi-defunct now, WFMU-internet radio web-site!
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Grab your cupajoe, because here we go, peeps!
Recently, we talked about many things, and now what I will tell U all, will allow those past things hidden deeply into your minds, and connected between U in your human beingness, and the actual 6th dimension, or the realm that permits U all and me as well of course, 2 operate here as human beings on a physical plane of human life; 2 bring U a brand new experience,hopefully and if the coins and the coils of 'LUCK', on the Astral Plane, as well as me' lovely gal-pal Mizz Patty's roots, B with U and me, that is! I am hoping that what I have told will cause this 2 happen, and first, I must now in order 2 legally protect me'self a wee tad bit, state under a voluntarily now taken legal oath of honesty pure and sure; that there is absolutely no Copperfield tricks happening here, nor is any technological mind manipulative control being used, such as the old theater experiments of the 50's and 60's with the “EAT MORE POPCORN” being typed underneath these words that will appear on the BDC site. That is all completely illegal, and I right now do accuse a world famous magician of doing this 2 me one evening while residing at the MMM Park owned by lovely Mizz J-P, back somewhere around the first dozen years of this 21st century. I think it was Copperfield, but it could have been Blaine, but I know that the FCC knows which one it was, I KNOW THIS, and I now fully believe that what he did, caused this entire MORIANITY and 2 quote the latengrate major man of the so-called cloth, Mister Pat Robertson, cause a “CORNERSTONE 2-B TURNED” in both my life and this now present Morianity, back B-4 Morianity was ever being internet-blogged, BUTTERCHEESE and yes BIG ASS BUTT and but peeps; I think that he is in the ESS, and I think that this was all planned, yes, my entire memories resurfacing, just as the first time and he had nothing 2 do with that, but somehow I know that the awesome A-E Pool-Roy and not standing 4 my dad's pop-pal, somehow used this on me and caused all of this 2 begin, in conjunction with something done 2 me even years B-4 that but not that long B-4, on the great Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG, AL ALBERTS TELEVISION SHOW, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now we have the legalities out of the way with my paragraph-1 ABSOLUTE SWORN OATH that all I've used is extremely clever human psychology in some recently posted material so as 2 perhaps make some folks just a wee tad bit more receptive 2 what I now am about 2 take U through, and nothing more, and definitely nothing whatsoever ILLEGAL, or as me' distant cuzz Don might say it here, nothing whatsoever unfair or ill LEEEEEEEEEEGAL. Only Trump can say it, and I'd never try 2 stand in his gigantic shadow there, YO weerlld aldare!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So moving on now, here is a wee tad bit of this. And what I open up now will B relatively short and quick and maybe sweet and maybe sour, but it will only start some stuff. As other blogs continue, so will a lot of this that I'll now B opening up 4 all of U, YO!!!!!!!! now what that damn magician did that day on television with his mind control card trick, that was no magic trick but rather a high tech electronics trick but that operated in the exact same way and manner as does any and all subliminal consciousness such as the (at-the-time) extremely famous theater experiments where the movie screen had quick video burst images 2 fast 4 the conscious eye-mind 2 pick up on, saying “EAT MORE POPCORN” about a dozen or so times during the shorts that were not a part of the movie, and it was verified that popcorn sales in the theaters increased by a doozie whopping 30 percent or more, my figures may B a wee tad bit off but close, and that is definitely beyond any chance of a coincidence, and this was tested over and over and then done 4 quite a while B-4 the Federal Communications Commission got wind of it and had it verified that it was a mind controlling agent that was conning peeps out of their money, and it GOT STOPPED, YO!!!!!!! All of this can B checked out and completely frikkin' verified, oh wonderful awesome kind Blogaudian peeps out there, YO BRRRRRRRRRR! Now, do I believe that that card trick that was done, was in league with Paula King, who then went on a short time thereafter, 2 pull off HER MAGIC ELECTRONIC TRICK ON ME, FROM HER DAMN RADIO STATION IN ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG THAT NIGHT, WHILE I WAS AT WORK AT THAT CIFALOGLIO SITE; SO AS 2 GET ME 2 TUNE INTO HER BROADCAST? U bet your sweet goose egg onions on burnt toast I do; oh U great Pwanet Earthers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So Y then, some R most likely asking; those who don't think of the Mountainpen as a 100 percent beyond raving lunatic nut-job rubber room case, that is.
First off, anyone who sees this Morianity story which is entirely a true tale straight out from beyond HELL itself, and IPYT peeps; as coming from this world; won't ever realize that these things R indeed 4 real and absolutely true and happening the Christ 2 me, YO. U cannot C it unless U reverse your thinking and begin 2-C the ASTRAL-PLANE reality, or the TIMELESS PURGATORY, or the PLANCK-TIME, as what is real and if U still insist on seeing a chronological order when in fact and truth, none exists, never did and never will, but 4 those who insist and cannot bend away from linear thinking; then at least C a biblical statement that Jesus Christ was speaking of 2 his pals the apostles, saying that things R always FIRST bound or loosed in HEAVEN, and THEN, they come 2 pass here on the Earth. At least this is enough truth so that my Morianity has a tiny whittle chance of being believed. Long B-4-I am truly ever able 2 get into heavy specifics regarding how dreams that some peeps do indeed have, OF FUTURE EVENTS THAT COME ABSOLUTELY TRUE, literally connect into the opposite side of the BB (big-bang) and the antimatter side, so Y then do we have a tiny bit and ONLY A TINY WEE BIT OF THIS ANTIMATTER HERE ON OUR SIDE OF THE BB??????? There is only one possible explanation 4 it, nothing else could ever explain Y there R small amounts, as opposed 2 either none whatsoever or else an equal amount as we have matter, and of course turning all of it into pure energy or as the SYFY buffs love 2 call it or say, “cancel each other out into annihilation”. This ONLY EXPLAINABLE THING is that DREAM TRAVEL causes it, or we, the dream travelers. In order 4 us 2 get those glimpses into the future, we absolutely need 2 travel in our spirit-energies to that opposite side of the BB, no question about it; or 2 quote record promoter Sir Lenny McKinnon, from 1980 and 1981, or one of his two C-B-RADIO gal-pals, and I cannot recall which of the 3 actually said this now, “Ain't no doubt about it”, and yes, the great UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT © OFFICE HAS A COPY OF THIS ON ONE OF ME' 1983 ATCO, NJUSAESMWG, MUSICAL PROJECTS THAT I SENT 2 THEM, and yes, all a part of the MENTAL-I-CHING, as was told several times on this 2023 year on this BOM project. Now only because the LAMBRIGG CULT OF THE ASTRAL PLANE wishes 2 cause these things 2 all go down around me all throughout me' life, is Y it is, simple as that. No human forces, no one single human, no group of powerful wealthy peeps, nothing at all whatsoever like this, would B anywhere near sufficient 4 being able 2 cause all of this 2 have happened 2 me. The Cooley Hall, the after school graduation life, the music connected life, all of it, and no; I didn't leave out ATLANTIC CITY because of senility, or dementia here folks. That joint is so wrapped up in all of this that it stretches back as far as Abraham and the 2 gals in his life, his wife SARAH and his night lady, Mizz Hagar. Please, don't get me really going right now, please, or I promise U that I'll now recite the DOGTOWN HOWL and get big spoon dancing O and math teachers all over the place, just way 2 excited, wet, hot, and crazy, YO world out there, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is a perfect page 2 stop this opening on, 4 right now tonight, good old page # electricity. Yes weerlld, number 27, HER NUMBER, just as SHE TOLD ME IN A POWERFUL 1984 WILD DREAM that I would naught B able 2 forget, should I live 4 another ten-thousand years in this present-me-lifetime, as Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr!!!!!!!!! The unknowable kings and rulers of any and all powerful information is always gonna' pertain 2 NUCLEAR STUFF, and is Y the UFO deal, IS!
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TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN FROM THE HEAD MORIAN BACK ON JUNE 26, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Blog number 29 TWIMCIFTHIM
TWIMCIFTHIM---Blog #
29---062507.670
Wooopdeedodoodledo, this elevator is
riding me to some far out shkit here in hyperspace, [HS]. Ed
Himacane’s Verizon DSL service is promised 2-B on 4 today, as
of time and date shown above, he gets billed, but no WIFI
INTERNET. I knew that this weekend would B beyond putrid because
I came back from what U would call a vivid dream, where my
mother and I had a bad argument in an apartment we had lived at
back in the middle 1960’s, and I slammed a door into her head
and saw her brain go right through the back of her head. Some
time ago, I would find myself referring quite often to reality
one two and three, or A, B, and C. I believed that basically,
both the dream world and the waking world, using your
forward-mortal lingo descriptions, were sort of a combined
resulting factor that came 2-B as a result of the third truer or
higher ‘reality’. Some truth exists 2 this, but some parts
of this thinking R not at all the truth, hence, rather than me
attempting to pitifully describe in elaborate details what I now
have come to know of all this, we simply will abridge the
discussion with my saying simply this 4 now: U must C the true
hyper-spatial effect on things first, B-4 ever even hoping to
get any of this. 4 example, biblically, the concept of
Christianity cannot B mortally understood totally by anyone not
able 2-C that linear time is pure
illusion, that consciousness creates in order to sustain mortal
world life as we know it 2-B here on Earth. In
addition 2 that, we in this universe R no more than one thin
slice layer of an onion with rings that would B the size
of galaxies. Not any one of these universes has any greater or
lesser importance than any other. All is also relative one to
another; it always was this way and will B. B-4-I go on with
this, permit me pweeeeeze to correct a previous blogging error
that I made a couple of weeks back in mortal maya. I said that
only one world can come 2 exist with carbon based creatures,
[homosapiens], in each of these universes in the multiverse. I
told U that the reason that proves this is an in transmutable
law was in the atom, and that it was a proton singularity law. I
meant nucleus, not proton, no there R not only one proton atoms,
sahwee, in reiteration, there is only one center or hub or
[nucleus] to the atoms that make up all of what illusion sees as
solid reality. This endless size dimensional reality, both above
and below any relative center point, always shows that one Earth
and human race only exists per universe. But getting back to
Christian teachings in the bible 4 example, there is the chosen
elect that [God] supposedly chooses to save from damnation, and
this is done B4 the creation of the world as well as long B-4
our even getting born. Can U as of yet C how looking at time in
linear fashion, makes all of this so inconceivable? Now add HS
knowledge, and watch all the biblical mysteries hidden in so
many layers of shrouds simply freaking vanish like a morning
mist in the bright summer sunlight. If 4 example 24,875,944 R
chosen 2B saved from [hell & damnation], and all other
carbon based entities by the process of elimination R-2-B lost,
and cast into hell; Y is this fair, when [God must by the nature
of this entire equation], B totally just and fair, as the
ultimate judge of the Earth, and King of Kings, even Paula,
Dawn, and PK-L&O-Todd? It would not B fair and just at all,
but, in the full fifth dimensionality of HS; all
the lost and unchosen, get their turn 2B one of these small
elected of God, the chosen 2-B saved from God’s
wrath. Every baby that dies in a
hospital at the age of one hour, has unlimited hyperspatial
alternates, some live only a minute, some live 2-B 98, some will
become president of the United States, the Campbell’s
Soup possibilities in HS make even
the contemplation of it all beyond staggering 2 the
mortal mind. Another major thing that any mind has trouble
fathoming, in my case 4 example, the nightmarish situation with
parallel event, specifically me verses the 2 Philadelphia sports
teams and the Dow Jones stocks. In cause and effect, cause being
the A and effect being the B in the equation, A creates B while
B does not create A, and only results from A. With parallel
event, concentrically, A goes into B with the equal reality that
B goes into A, hence, is my life hell and mysterious
harassment's all around me R getting created as a result of
markets going naturally up after coming in very undervalued by
the annual 7-13% gain average that has existed since the
inception of the stock market? Which is it, because it freaking
does indeed work both ways, and should U indeed B able 2 survive
a trip through a dark energy field from a black hole into a
white hole of your universes twin, as all have the reverse twin
effect built into the system, U would come back 2 Earth and
watch everything from the point U return there, going in reverse
or backwards, and yet 2 all of them, all is totally normal, and
by their standpoint, it is U that is out of whack. Speaking of
the [wormhole] or the quantum foam and other agents that make up
a connection field between white and black holes, again, no one
on either side of the twin universe system sees the effect of
the white side of the worm hole, as their reality is an ultra
dense matter sucking hole in their space, and the event horizon
is totally relative to the twinallity effect. But
speaking of wormholes, it was 10 years ago during my huge quest
and search 2 locate my Sarah Krassle
here in the MW, that some one in the Lambrigg Cult did indeed
activate the wormhole that has been created and placed near the
Casino Control Commission Building
in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG,
and again just this past weekend, yesterday on Sunday the 24th
of June, they did it again. The first of the three times that
the energy of this monstrous thing was misdirected, was when
Sara J. Karge
burned down her hotel on Tennessee Avenue, the Bolivar,
back in the middle 1970’s. This
is very dangerous, and I hope my ex-surfing pal, Mayor
Levy, gets in contact with Steve Hawking, B4 all of freaking
Atlantic City goes one day, and takes half of the
Atlantic Ocean with it, redistributing these horrifically
frightening energies into continental tectonic shift, 4 a second
time, Atlantis being of course the first one. Go ahead, laugh,
but if it was Edgar Cayce on this blog, U would not B laughing,
and just because he is Edgar Cayce. He cannot help U now. The
being who was dreaming he was this man is living in the far
western nestern areas of the Olympian Province, in a great City
by the name of Fromularshun Al Tenulboon, and has existed as the
Chief Editor of the city press called the [Fromalten Times of
Phase Two], and is known and has been known there in these parts
of astral interaction as Barthalamas Rektamar XIII. He is well
over a trillion millennia old and time is only of importance in
phase two, as the astral entities there make it 2-B. I must
break off 4 the moment, the sun is out, the room here at Ed’s
pad is 85 degrees, and this is not good 4 a lap top with no
protection of fans such as R built into desk top machines, so
tomorrow we will go on with a major blog, U ain’t heard puke
juice yet Mister Jolson.
Now it is the next day,
062607.515, on an early Tuesday afternoon, and where am I but
good old Winslow Coopers Fools Library, across from the Jersey
Columbine Non Hyperspace. No giant sluts to greet me at the
door, and no teenaged huge sumo wrestlers either, praise the
SAR. This past weekend and Sunday was the worst elevator ride of
my life off of the sixth dimension. Do not even try to grasp
what I went through. It was literally like getting into the ring
with both Mike Tyson, and the devil itself. I can only ask the
question that I am able to survive all of this because some
power far beyond what any tiny conscious mind can ever hope to
really get any type of handle on. First off, Ed Himacane should
have been up and good 2 go with his Verizon DSL, but here I am
at the damn library, just as though it is last year all over
again. The air siege on Sunday at the work site was worse than
ever in my entire life here as Mountainpen, the loud shkitty
motor suck off cycles were also beyond anything that I ever saw
B4. The Otamm-combo punches R off the scale, U know, the type of
sick behavior that they use, a military and boxers battle
tactic, where they get U down, or U all ready R down, and then
they instantly slam U with other shit, the famous one-two punch.
I was promised by state agencies such as the famous Atlanticare,
who helped place me with my current part time employment, that
they would come over and witness the stuff that I claim 2B
occurring. Also, the same people promised that some computer
learning classes would B starting, and after the very first
class ended, so did the computer learning. I ask any of U out
there in Cyber land, how many Jack McCoy coincidences would U
believe in? None of this is anybody’s fault, and this is not
coming from mortal realms nor from individual or even groups of
human regular people. Let me start to surface scratch some of
the truths behind what the sixth dimension is B4 going any
further into any of this nightmare. The human brain is similar 2
your radio or TV set, it is receiving signal or program or even
better verbally described, cosmic data from the circuitry of the
spiritual system that is what really is behind all that ever
does or ever could and can occur on mortal world life. It
receives this transmitted reality in ways that no one can ever
see. If U watch your wrist watch for 12 full hours, U will C
that the hour hand does indeed make one full sweep around the
arc or the circle of your watch, yet simultaneously Y must
realize another reality connecting into this. You never can
really C it happening, it is moving just too gradually, yet
stare at it, and it does in fact change position, yet without
the observer ever really being able to witness the change, it
simply is at one part of the arc in one time, and yet another
part of the arc at a later time. Trying in the same way, to
observe either scientifically or in any philosophical way, what
is happening in this process of sent realities and received
realities, from this sixth dimension to the lower dimension of
the fifth, or multiversal worlds of carbon based receivers, us,
is sort of like trying to move into the twinallity of a universe
that your atoms and very existence occupies, and move right in
and B totally at home in a reverse world where the electron and
the proton of atoms that make U what and who UR, R all running
in a reverse charge, as the polarities of electrons and protons
R in opposing polarities in the 2 twiniverse systems of each
individual universe in the multiverse of 5th
dimensional space that it all is existing inside of.. Now since
all multiverses or 5th dimensional products or
systems, R all inside a higher larger reality curving up beyond
the total 5th dimension, this 6th
dimension is the elevator room or the circuitry of the systems
that make all of the upline-downline thoughts flow and endlessly
create inside of themselves within the limits of the total 6th
dimension that contains all of these 5th dimensional products.
All rides off these elevators that open up into interactions,
has more of a behind the scenes reality 2 it. Put as simply as I
know how 2 put it, it is lots of nearly infinite sub-atomic math
equations that some of which are divisible or indivisible each
to themselves and in relation to all of their counterparts, and
it is not really events that the 6th dimension
creates in its very ultimate function that governs it in the 7th
dimension called LAWTRONICS, but individual thoughts, and what
really is a thought, or any process of the ‘mind’? First,
the events and or interactions are made up of single individual
‘mind pieces’. These subatomic numbers or mind pieces R
basically the smallest waves that emit out of zero dimensional
void infinity. Lawtronics or the 7th-D directs a
program to flow down and make sense, but this would take a
century 2 explain both how and why, in proper detail so as to
make anyone really take any of my words seriously enough 2
believe me. The illusion that living endlessly in this Hollywood
Hypercube, the 6th dimension, is just like the example that I
gave a minper ago with gradualization, and being unable to
witness true movements, such as with the observation of an hour
hand on a small time piece. Attempting 2 witness true things
happening is not always ever possible. The same limitations with
only seeing the changes in the location of an hour hand, is the
same thing with the sixth dimensional illusion that entire
interactions R awaiting us as we go 2 leave an elevator ride,
and the doors close behind us. Not entire interactions R being
created, it only appears this way in the maya that is filling up
the hyperspaces everywhere, maya or illusion is simply a
bi-product of 6th dimensional operations procedures,
sort of like fall out with nuclear energy, or pollution
resulting from the production of electricity using fossil
fuels.
Without going further right now into this, the 6th
dimension is the only thing that is real. Becoming onto this
reality only serves to heighten the intensity of this reality.
Sarah Krassle is behind the entire reality of all of this in our
multiverse. Our entire multiverse is her upline thought, but as
stated and explained in varying ways over and over, the 6th
dimension is what causes her thought in her upline world when
she was thinking of her teen aged days and That Boy at a
seashore resort, to indeed turn into this downline multiverse,
or our entire 5th dimension, our multiverse containing all of
our countless individual universes, where all of our space and
all of our time and all of our alternate and countless parallel
universes, R but her one single upline thought. We also and I
mean all humans, can think, and the 6th-D causes that simple
single thought wave, also to downline into an entire multiverse
where to that world, all of their time and space and alternate
hyperspaces, R one instant flash upline, or one and the same
thing as our upline thought that we think.
Yes Mr. AC,
NJUSAESMWG Mayor, your honor, and ex body surfing and beach
buddy, U guys have a very serious problem on your hand.
Basically 400 feet in all directions from the old Boliver Hotel,
U have a matter sucking nightmare there, causing fires to spring
up, and eventually, the gods know, ATLANTIS II.
The siege
on Sunday was so bad, that between the terrible interaction I
had with my mother and the hell all day from the OTAMMIC
MILITUFORCE, Albert Einstein was not necessary 4 me 2 figure out
that something gargantuan was ongoing, and sure enough at
roughly a half past 2 in the post meridian, on the famous and
world renown Atlantic City boardwalk, another worm hole overload
disaster indeed had struck, I felt this literally in the marrow
of my bones. U know Bob, old buddy, I am the one person that not
only can totally relate to your Nom and metal story, as I have
my demons too, without the N in TeNNessee. Is it not interesting
that both of our [out of the blue gifts from the gods only know
where], my songs and your metals both half real and yet real,
and U know that only I can relate 2U and your situation,
especially the fact that 1980 was the magical year 4 the both of
us, regarding these very strange and bizarre occurrences. . B4 I
came back from witnessing this destruction 4 myself down there
in East Dodge, I knew something was radically wrong. They
eventually will explain it away, but Y would the homeless burn
down their own shelter, pweeese gimmie a frickin break!!!!!
I
have attempted to tell my life story to a disbelieving world,
but one thing is 4 total sure. When this worm hoe grows bigger
and stronger, and can no longer B ignored nor explained away,
and they will come to me and want 2 know it all, and my blogs
and website will B on the great Gore Avenue, the info highway of
cyberspace. Trying to put anything together when they R fucking
with U so major, is next to impossible, but I keep plugging.
Wall Mart sold me 2 defective air conditioners earlier this
month, and I finally got a working model. Eddie H. will
eventually get his Verizon DSL up and running, but this is not
the time 4 me to go on jawing at a public terminal, where
literally, any one of hundreds of negative interactions’ R
possible, so my blogs will not tell too much yet, but soon, look
out, and as stated B4, wear a good set of diapers and then read,
you may thank me for this advice, cleaning up stinky shit from
your good clothes, just ain’t no fun bwaby-wuv.
A
fleet of 4 or 5 military copters flew over me yesterday on Route
30 on my way back from the shore. Speaking of the shore, the
casinos will be mine for the ripe picking in a week. Opposite
shooting will kill the shit out of them, as they endlessly go on
pouring on the death siege against poor whittle pathetic
innocent victim me. The only other system is long run play, or
applying this to gambling games such as roulette. No matter if U
get numbers from one wheel in millions of spins at a roulette
table, or from hundreds of wheels around the world, U still have
at the end of a 38 million spins, roughly one million outcomes
of all the 38 numbers, and although wheels are made of non
thinking mass with no memories, the cosmic reality operates so
that indeed they may as well have a mind and memory system. To
capitalize on this and win all the time, U simply get groups of
4 or 5 numbers, and when a hit from your group comes out, it is
counted. Counts are multiplied by 100 and divided by the total
spins of all games in your endless one long [life-game].
Computer programs can even B written, and graphs can show U when
anything is the time to play or avoid. Nothing is ever due, but
things indeed do get hot, and then stay hot way more of the time
than not. When U wish however to not cheat by using this
guaranteed method to win at games, individual systems that R
good like the BAD SYSTEM, or betting against doubletons to
occur, U can also chart when one system tops out and starts a
losing trend, and while another good one is starting to come
alive and begin a nice winning pattern, and which wheel or
dealer is involved, is meaningless, it is pure illusion.
Parallel event applied to the game will win, but few including
me can play just those few high odds times, such as when there
is a stat for 24 blacks and 3 reds that follow after every odd
and low at a particular table one day. Betting high chip value
and only betting strong parallel stats, will win a player big
money at roulette, and I love to cover the greens with 10%, for
example if I am betting $2 or 3 black chips or $2 or 3 hundred
bucks a pop, I love covering the greens or splitting them with a
green quarter chip, $25. This is what I did back in 1986, and I
made out well, working 4 me, no bosses, no time clocks, but the
gods will not allow my happiness, and they have been persecuting
the fuckerjuices out of me ever since, basically working through
the UFO cult operating as a Briggbase transdimensional bunch of
pure fucking evil, the bible in Christianity calls them, the
spiritual wickedness in high places. The year 2007 from the
start of February right up to the present, has been worsened 4
me, and the hell and siege thrust upon me is equal to having the
entire elected and chosen to B saved from damnation by these
game playing gods, to allow them to trade with me, the 62nd
generational responsibility of our cursed family, cursed by the
gods, even though the great Sarah
Stacey loves me above all names
and refers 2 me always on astral realms as THAT
BOY.
No Honorable Bob, it was 1980 for both of
us, and she was involved in crossing our paths 16 years later,
when we indeed did meet, and bodysurfed together. But when I
asked U about her in her human
form, U gave me a look like, good bye to your life bud, it is
over. Well, I will try to do my part not to ef around with the
worm hole and with magnetic powers, such as I said I would in my
copy written 1983 song, and hopefully, you as well will do
yours.
There is so much more 2 say, but I need 2 get
ouddahere. Go ahead my lovely teen queen, and hate me all that U
want 2, as on the astral realm, U love your THAT BOY, and always
have and will, as I am what U were thinking of upline in your
world as simply, my Sarah Krassle. Together in your un
consciousness, down lined into this astral world where we always
have and will, share endless love and thrills, I will give U
anything that U ever wish of me, my beautiful Jehovah, and I
will B adding to my website shortly, your song that I call in
mortal world code, LOIS FOCA, or
your real and true title, LOVE IS FOR
CARPENTERS. You and Donna and Levy, and me, wow,
what a motley crew if it takes me 2 say this myself.
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Thursday, June 21, 2007
blog 28 TWIMCFTHM
TWIMCFTHM------TWIMCIFTHIM----
NEW
NAME FOR SAME BLOG, AS THIS IS MORE PRONOUNCEABLE
THIS IS
BLOG #28 THE TIME AND DATE IS 062107.555
My last #27
blog has errors, some I will try to correct today, others on a
future blog, using mortal [forward mode thinking process], will
B corrected when U think it is later in some deluded reality. B4
telling a thing, I will mention that never has the shit around
me been this continuously bad, not in the more than 105
semi-annums of my life as Mountainpen. Karen, U have 3 dying
utterance and declarations on your voice mail. Just keep one,
and remember to give the ACLU, and the WORLD
TRIBUNAL COURTS AT THE HAGUE, my website address, and
the Blogger dot com address, my site as U may know, and is on
your PC favorite’s, is www.morianity-foundation.com. The
MILITUFORCE has been relentless, taking me into yet another
roulette systems failure, the one where while under death siege
by these turd-scuz's that normally wins many chips, where I
would bet the two following outside bets on unanimous or
majority three groups, such as R-B-R, or R-R-R, or B-R-R, and
RED being the bet 2-B placed, I would make RED BETS two times,
betting all three parameters of the 1-36 numbers, and flat
betting only, and ignoring zero losses. Anyway, the system
always failed when under quieter times, but finally this caved
in 4 me, during the late oh-seven spring hell death siege from
this evil Briggbase cult, the MILITUFORCE, again creating 3
words into one word, combining military, UFO, and force. None of
U regular humans have a simpleton’s clue what is going on nor
do U need 2. For those being assaulted and continuously
attacked, it is an entirely different matter. Thank U Diana 4
coming around the other night 2 visit your whittle boy here in
this miserable human world realm, as always, your lightning was
filled with grand and glorious beauty and color and splendor,
literally strikingly ravishing and gorgeous beyond
comprehension. We were at your Great Forest just outside
Olympia, in one of your so many lovely cabins there, and U said
2 me that UR all around me both here and in my dream. Then I
thought a tree came crashing down, only it was me waking up to a
loud thunder crash back on the mortal world, and sure enough, my
lovely baby blond was all around me both there and here, just as
U had told me precious. Last night, I remember the green
printing inside Stacey’s book, somewhere in the Psalms that I
wrote when I was King David so long
ago. Then U gave me a phone number and told me 2 call
U in human form, it had 8’s and 9’s in it, just so the world
knows I make nothing up, and I called U twice. My first call was
2 tell U what the green writing said, but my second call was
important, but U made me forget most of your number, so that
when I returned to consciousness, I’d never B tempted 2 break
the rules, and call my queen up one day. U came 2 me at Clarence
Harris’s house across the street as the tall lovely long
haired blond 18 year old that 4 no reason came over and waved 2
me and kept starring over at me, and again years
later, in Kargetown-Trenton, NJUSAESMWG, as the Noonan
girl, again real tall and long bright yellow hair, just
like U ‘really’ have. U really were becoming quite a young
lady, as your then Earthly father told U at Hibb’s, ‘member
my queen? It was on a Friday afternoon in late July or early
August back in 2-K-2. I knew U were my
lightning the second that I saw U, and the way that U
looked at me, I was worried I’d B taken off 2 jail. Throw a
rock and I’d B right there at the Constables On Patrol’s
place. Police officers like Detective Fontana do not like
citizens abbreviating these three words, but it is not a
disrespect, COP = CONSTABLE ON PATROL, just as FUCK=FORNICATION
UPON
CONSENT
OF KING,
and Paula and Sarah
and her gang did more than consent at the Trinidad motel in
1967, it was me that did not, but got gang raped anyway.
I would B lonely at this point if everyday was
not filled with chemtrails, planes, choppers, motorcycles, loud
music, Muzak teasing in stores, property
damage, utility attacks, body attacks, and the list is like a
greedy kid’s letter to Santa Claus. I got off Kirshty’s
hellevator in 2007, not to lose Jenny 20 weight, but literally
any hope of ever living my life as me in this sequence of
dreams. No year is like this. When it
all began “Resorts”, shortly after U did, at least I had a
mother to fall back on when the pressure became totally
unbearable and totally intolerable. Now, I cannot just walk off
of a job, take a short sabbatical, hide in a closet, and lessen
the torture for a small time. Not any more my fiends and foes,
“nope nope nope, Jimmy Stuart
Clarence”, no freaking more, ya' dirty shore. Now I
must face the music, and very loud music on top of that, as I
told yalls about at the Hammonton Shop Rite Grocery Store, until
the market’s closing bell went ding dong, and then off it
went, not at money of the clock, error, sahwee, but 4:00 PM. 4
and $ are the same key on a keyboard, one is the number 4 when
in the lower case mode however, my screw up.
People in
top UFO clubs talk about their abductions, and I say, “bully
for U’s”. My entire experience on this sick rotten diseased
sin cursed evil satanic wicked planet has been one huge
abduction. I live with 2 lovely giant goddesses as 2 separate
astral entities, and do not want 2B here another godsforsken
minper. I am getting treated like shit by everyone that I know.
Everyone is taking what little money I have and all I am is a
disabled poverty stricken pathetic nobody to start with. No
Senator FT, [EX, from TN], I am not a split ticked or even a
split ticked off democrat, but a split TICKET, sahwee, another
blogging prior screw up. I am ticked off a bit that Ted Turner
is slowing down my evening L&O enjoyment, replacing it with
garbage next to this great show, second only to the great Perry
Mason. If U run, I read in the paper that the show may stop all
together, oh well, in one realm U helped me escape a wrongful
murder charge and in another U remove my favorite show, I always
said things balance out unless colbodots R placed in a sphere of
inverted magnetic shielding, causing endless motion until the
gauss energy runs eventually down and out. My blogs R all
copyright by MOUNTAINPEN’S true name, and I can tell U about
SKYTORCYCLES and FREEZERFANS and OPTICAL-TV, and SWIS, before it
happens, jeepers, did I just wreck the space time continuum for
the Trekkers and the Sci-Fi buffs? Portable air conditioners,
what a joke, when in the next decade U can get a freezer-fan, ©
MARK MOHR. If Blogger.com does not recognize the symbol B4 my
name, it is the symbol of US COPYRIGHT. A freezer like the one
above a refrigerator is placed on 4 ball bearing wheels. Various
models have an opening panel that adjusts in several ways on
varying models, to let out small, or large or in-between amounts
of the cold freezing air, and then in the front instead of a
door that opens, is a fan with 2, 3, or 4 speeds, and the
freezer temperature adjusts with a dial. Small and large models
can B wheeled around room to room or kept in place, all neat and
clean, no venting, no windows. WO, is this ass hole going to
tell the whole future, or steal it? It has all been first stolen
from me, and remember that I did not ask 4 any of this; I do not
even belong here. I by your concept should have died B4 the sun
started burning in space.
Week after week after week,
every Friday, FULL EVIL EMPIRE, with Phillies going down hard
and the Dow Jones stocks flying to the fucking stars, all as
predicted, and all by making my life a fucking living cock
sucking endless hell. At work, I get choppers and kemtrails and
crash level morning planes, and I will go on writing it all up
on Sora orders from Governor Corzine. I, unlike yalls, am simply
abiding by and obeying the fucking laws of this great land, so
screw all of U and your ugly moms and dauts!!!!!! Same thing on
all my off days, at home, on the road, constant MILITUFORCE
HELL-SIEGE, never ever ends. I would B lonely at this point
should it go away.
And the good part is now
bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!! Ed Himacane and I will B starting our casino
counterattack very soon, and on paper, in just 2 games per week
averaging a total of 80 spins, and on the 10/100 $$$$ betting
level, we R fucking averaging taking home more than 1800 smacks
each, so staying twice as long and playing 4 days in the week
would quadruple this to more than 7 fucking grand in our pocket
each every week, just by me losing my ten dollar bets and him
winning his 100 dollar bets. I am more than happy at 7 grand a
week and do indeed plan to legitimately file my taxes, as a
loss. Hopefully Ed, will honestly file his on his gain. Think
I’m fucking stupid, huh, well just ga’hed. Hay, I am
legitimately losing money at the casino, and the eyes in the
skies will B verifying it, eat my urinated dust. The more U
harass and persecute me, down goes my life, my lick, and up goes
anything betting against me or that I hate such as Flyers and
stock markets. Fine, and up goes anyone betting higher amounts,
against my bets, U really just cannot have your trucking cake
and eat it too OTAMM, again this stands, Karen, for ORGANIZED
TRASH AGAINST MICHAEL
MOUNTAINPEN/MARK MOHR © BOTH OF US. Told U all the
Dow would go straight up a year ago, and I am always RIGHT RIGHT
RIGHT all night, and day as well, in the morning light
Donna!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!,
“and on the night of 12 July, I saw my
giant love go by, I knew we’d B apart that day, until we’d
meet again at John Kings parking lot 27 years later, J-K”
No
Mister Hendershodt from Flagstaff, U missed my clue as did the
others. Mac and Less Citer know about the secret of the red X
and the kemtrails, the extra line making up the tri-ex asterisk
is an entirely different story. I may look like a damn jack off
jack ass Adam and the other Schiff on TN Avenue, but that is
where it stops. I know the wormhole is real, Thomas J child
molester real or not. Some people in that city get away with
murder, sexual abuse, robbery, U name it, and quit blaming it
the fuck on Vegas, man, you’re all being hit with a ton of
major maya. Closest clue U came to is I am on low and Eddie’ll
B on high, so abbreviate the low and high dumb-dumb.
Day
after day, Dow Jones goes straight up, Phillies lose string
after string, and color me so non-shocked Lenny Briscoe. I knew
all this a year ago, and when I got off the elevator ride
leading me into the oh-seven shit, I needed not B hit with a
cotton candy mass 2C where all going. 770 X 110%=1983, and this
amount X110%=1984, and this amount X110%=1985, and do the math
up through 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, and
tell me the Dow will not B 30-50 thousand points. Then where
will my hellish reality B at these points, since I have long
established the parallel of the market being up and climbing, to
my life being hell and falling, literally into Christless shit?
It really and honestly does not take Albert E. 2C any of this,
but if U come to my blogs with the mindset all ready made up
that this is all bull shit, then Y come up at all. Ask yourself
Y anyone would waste this much time and give so much attention
to nothing but trash and crap. Also, get 2 know some mental
patients, and U will C a pattern, none of them speak in a
straight and organized manner. Some do not maintain cleanliness,
some have strange quakes and blinks and facial expressions, some
cannot look at U or keep their hands relatively still, the list
of patients’ symptoms is virtually as long winded as my blogs.
I on the other hand, am well groomed, have no criminal record,
am a SORA registered private security officer, and speak
straight and clear, just think about it all B4U race 2 judgment
that my claims cannot possibly have any validity 2 them because
they sound so way out, and it just therefore is not possible
that they could B true, based on this. Yet is U saw a 300 foot
super tsunami coming for Atlantic City, U would believe your
eyes and most likely get a heart attack B4 the wave would kill
U. And what if I told U that the NSA has successfully completed,
and even in the 70’s had some version, of holographic tek that
could fool your senses 2 believe the tidal wave is coming,
provided several of the NASA satellites R all in a proper
alignment and orbital operating position? Can’t fathom this
either, I’ll bet, but I will swear that under penalty of full
perjury charges, I swear this 2B the entire and total truth with
no omissions nor subtractions. I have had literally hundreds of
holographic road attacks, and once not long ago I tested it. I
knew it was not really a car, as it just was not there, and one
second later out of nowhere, it was, and it appeared 2B
barreling along at a high clip. I cut out and it went through me
and vanished, just as I knew that it would. Do not try this if U
think UR getting this experience, UR not me, remember I cannot
die the way U can, and most of U want to B here, so don’t
fucking do this, and I am blameless should U not heed my
advice.
Optical TV is so much better than large screens
and high definition, It is a small box like an old cable box,
that receives the stations, and with a wireless comfortable
helmet, brings stereo surround to the ears, and the visual
reception directly in front of the eyes, the room is gone, there
is just a crystal clear bright image 5 times that of the best
2007 regular plasma big TV screens. © MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN/MARK
MOHR.
Could I tell more? PLEASE!!!!!!!!!! Don’t even
plucking get me going!!!!! I have not started with the 6th and
the 7th dimensions, inventions of the thirties, the song out in
2029 called “The things We Can Do in 2029”, and so much
more. I will tell U that when I get into the Phase 4 Club, the
Lamist-Briggers, and many other related topics, wear diapers B4
reading, you may damn well B glad that U did!!!!!!!
Walt
old buddy, saw U working hard over at the judges place the other
day. Thank U for telling me that Callio retired back in oh-five.
Some tell me the gods R punishing me 4 telling secrets. No, I am
part of a family line that goes straight directly back to the
tribe of Judah and to when I was King David. Now I am him as
well as his own grandson. SSJKK never let me remember what she
lets me remember up here in AD-2007. When I said “back in the
19 chips” on my prior blog, the machine mind screwed up and
hacked me, I meant 2 say, when I get back into the 1986 chips,
or back 2 where I was in my pro-gambling days. I could say a
million things right now, but until I put an air conditioner in
here, the computer may overheat with the heat of this first 2007
scummer day, so I will say SO LONG BROWN EYED GIRL KAL CALLIO
AND ANTI-ECK NIRINGIN. Just because U have done things 2 me that
I do not understand, thou art Scylla Goddess, mortal mans words
[GOD], and I will not question thee, Shit, anybody can speak
Shakespearean, this is not holy, just the way they talked back
when Billy S and the King got together to translate the holy
words into old English of their day, King James that is.
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Labels: persecution harasement UFO and Abductions
Friday, June 8, 2007
TWIMCIFTHIM --------
060707.764 ------ BLOG # TWENTY-SEVEN
I got off the
hellevator Mizz Kirshty A. at another very super unpleasant
stop, Mister Cement business Stewart. As much of these texts R4
the Astral Realm alone, mortals R not expected 2 break all the
codes, only those that they R desirous to break, and also, R
enlightened sufficiently 2 make this a realizable talent. I got
off where I woke up in the year of 2007 and things 4 me have
never ever been close 2 being this bad. The evil Milituforce is
climbing all over me and has been all month, all year, and words
R not there Donna 4 me 2 express it, yes, your soul would B in
major efen distress 2!!!!!!
There is no place 2 start,
and as time is illusion to me, it matters nothing to me what is
out of mortal world time-order, totally without significance 2
me bwaby-wuv. My webmaster, Mister
Himacane, has moved 2 where I
am living, and it has not slowed down the Coast Guard and other
Military enemy helicopter attacks flying at very low levels over
my area, nor does it slow down the
super loud shkitass noisy road vehicles and blotorsuckles, the
poison chemtrails R all over the place, utility attacks still R
running rampant, and telephone harassment is never ending,
they call and hang up endlessly or leave crazy bull shkit
messages. The Verizon DSL takes forever to get reinstated into a
new address 4 whatever reasons, and the list of endless
nightmarish shit is non fucking stop. Finally, I get off the
elevator ride where big Ed has been living here 4 a week, and at
least has the computer set up, and no one is driving me nuts to
take them here and there, all part of course of higher [biblical
spiritual wickedness in high paces] stuff, pre-planned from even
B4 the world was here orbiting around at 25000 miles per day or
roughly 1100 MPH. There is unlimited stuff 2 tell, it will not
get told 4 many weeks, but it will by the Gods, get told. The
ride that took me into 2007 is quite a trip if it takes me 2 say
so myself. 2 nights ago, Ed and I and a couple of other people
were all outside talking, and one huge chemtrails after another
kept going over directly zenithing all of us, pure persecution,
and total violation of people’s civil and human and
constitutional rights. I am not dealing with a 20th or a 21st
century US Military system, I know it, the Ufology buffs all
know it, top clubs anyway, we all know that something
gigantically huge is happening 2 this human race, and no one big
enough seems to care enough to seriously look into any of it.
There is no cover up of anything; I am not buying into that
conspiracy idea where this is concerned. “Nope, nope, nope”,
Mister Jimmy. Not a big one Mister Stewart, and forget about
Clarence the angel 4 a minper, I do not buy for one single micro
sucks sec that we on Earth R this big, nor that we do not want
it out in the open. Logic is not there 4 believing world
governments all want it covered up, C it this way, how about our
enemies. If we want it covered up, and all governments know
something, then enemies would bring it all out on the net today,
just 2 fuck with Springsteen’s good ol’ USA. The sightings
and landings have been proven 2B planet wide, so our enemies
know just as much about any covered up secrets as the rest of
any of us do. Iraq would use this in a heartbeat 2 wipe our
imperialistic asses out of existence, so buy into that cover up
by Earthmen’s nonsense, if U like, my money is on the opposite
bet there bro Green, of L&O, and funny is it not, that BRO
GREEN is reversed to almost mock Mayor Levy, with his phony
Green Beret Hero story. Planes R one after another, the aerial
siege is off all scales and dials, 2 attacks today crash level
by the Coast Guard, where is the water or the rescue, it sure as
sweet Jesus Moses ain’t in the Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG Lake.
What is going on is far bigger than all the stars in the sky
exploding simultaneously. What is going on is that up line above
us, an entire world with its many alternate universes, has a
girl in it somewhere who was thinking about her days at 16 years
of age at a seashore resort, and as all thoughts do, it down
lined into an entire group of separate atomic universes, all
held tightly but not solidly together, in its own new 5th
dimension. All 5th dimensional multiverses R here due to a
thought from another one’s upline, one quick thought, and
boom, and remember that once a down lined reality is created, it
is protonically fixed, there is but one proton to an atom and
one world to a universe. Unless more protons R in atoms, no more
than one concentration of life can B in the entire 4th
dimensional space-time-system, evolving into biological carbon
based life from its nuclear up spring. This is Lawtronic, and is
non transmutable law. The beginning of the week was when I was
parked at Hammonton Shop-Rite food store, while Ed went in 4 a
few groceries. It was about 3:40 in the afternoon. The stock
market was 20 minutes from closing bell time. The second Ed went
inside, a car went by blasting illegally loud music from his
vehicle, and he parked somewhere near me, I could not C where,
but the music was miserable. At precisely $ PM when the market
shut, off went the loud persecution, alagazam, like fucking
magic. What no one will B kind enough 2 believe is that this can
B a series of coincidences 2 a point, but not constantly every
day for a quarter of a century. When I tell my blog readers that
I am doing serious hard time in an awful viscous evil prison, U
may all B just a bit 2 quick 2 start yukking it up. Laugh all U
want, every one of U will eventually get your chance 2B me and
go through this, if it takes literally googolplexes of years.
Think I lie, well, go to a top think tank Quantum Mechanics
Professor, and ask him/her, screw me, I count 4 shit. The 6th
dimension is not upline. Upline and downline R all 5th
dimensional multiverses that lie in the realm of the
unfathomable sixth dimension. I have told all of U the simple
way to practice the [FASCITAR 6 and 10] method, to B able to
have your physical body alive, as U, in this mortal world; while
exploring astral realms. This can take U to some far out places,
and both there, and here, is loaded with what Eckankar followers
label ‘maya’ or illusion, or said better now by me,
untrustworthy realities. U know nothing, and U can trust
nothing. Not one organized religion will make U guarantees, they
say that we need [faith], remember. Faith in what. Some power or
god, or perhaps in ourselves? Faith also means hope, that what U
wish 2 believe, has in fact some substance of reality 2 it, but
that it may indeed not at all. Translation, all of it is subject
to MAYA, illusion. The only person on this planet that can claim
2 know some absolutes is me, and if I sound whatever, 2U, sorry,
it still is true. I can prove 2 a blind ignorant human race that
this is all here because of the reason I claim that it is. No
other thing can explain how the Dow Jones Stocks and I endlessly
parallel event each other in a reverse directional mode. Not one
broker would come out a year ago and say buy the Dow, it will
basically go straight up to record highs, then into the 12, 13,
14 K’s and on and on and on, but I said it, and I KNEW IT. I
said 20, 30 40 and 50 K, and I mean it. Just do the fucking math
starting with 770 points in middle 1982, so to arrive at 1983 U
simply take a Wall Mart calculator U can buy for under 10
dollars, and hit the keys X110%=. The next price U get, hit
those little 6 keys again of [ X 1 1 0 % = ] not real complex,
but you will C that as the twenty first century came in
undervalued, it had to go up, and my life had to go to major
hell. Also, when any little side effect thing relating to this
parallel event thing such as Phillies being around 500 ball, the
persecution picks up every time to get it to go back under and
stays under, further raising the fucking stock prices. Certain
mortals also on to this teck use it against me to get their way,
such as dirt ball Trump. When he needs to get his way on
something that could go one way or the other, I notice every
time for 25 years, they pick on me and harass me, and it is done
with precision clockwork regularity. Other big shit shots, not
just Chump boy, R in on this, and continuously hurting and
wrecking my pathetic innocent whittle life. U know U ain’t
nuts after years and years and years of this shit, it does not
matter if 33 quadrillion people tell me I am, they R not
suffering through my hell, and they do not know. Hell is
relative, just as is Einstein’s theories. Hell is not cemented
in location; it is a condition-interaction. This is YI hate the
guts of most church people and organized religions, as they R
the meanest and harshest with me out of the bunch. People were
meant 2 go on individual spiritual journeys; it never was
intended as a collaboration adventure. All this shit is legend
and myth. I should know, I travel continuously out of body,
using your mortal concept of things, and I should know. Yes the
Fascitar or the Fasitar, spell it any which way that U wish, can
let U move around aware of being beyond-the-dream so to speak.
Most people that master it get caught up in this cool eternal
realm where they realize they all ready exist in anyway, and can
re-enter into the physical at any time or place they choose, as
they get more savvy, or become a [master] in these occult or
hidden arts. When I left an elevator and stepped into a place
where the great disco diva was working as a lab technician at
what now is called Atlanticare, and then was known as the ACMC,
[Atlantic City Medical Center], I never was able to re-enter
into the life I was living in the same way. Somehow this
elevator took me to an interactive ness where the very act of
returning to where I lay asleep on the night of August 15 of
1986, caused me to come in where I for some reason, must have
done either some things that I cannot fathom doing and no record
of any of it exists such as not being a convicted felon on
parole out of the blue 4 example, but something was indeed
radically different, and in an extremely negatively exaggerated
way. This has been discussed on numerous previous blogging
texts. The reasons for re-entering into something this bizarre
could range from a dozen Twilight Zonish things and concepts. I
used the I-Ching on 3 occasions in my life, once in 1986 on this
night, once in 1997, and once in either the end of 1969 or the
start of 1970. No genius mind is needed to figure out that the
daytime famous soap show of the times, “Dark Shadows”, gave
me the idea to play with this nightmare. I
said N I G H T M A R E. I meant nightmare.
Babies and fools and poor whittle me, have
done some dumb shkit in their life, my dumb shkit was messing
with I-Ching, and copying the great Count Petofi. The first time
sent me months into the future in a day-trance, where I saw June
of 1970, and me there, on the beach, with my friend Ziggy,
[Sigmund Malyeska]. I could hear my own brain saying that the
third day of my 26 day vacation would B pivotal, and later, it
was, when 1970 in late June caught up with the I-Ching trance.
Only the 3rd usage of this tool in the mid 1990’s served any
real good, or did it. I was going out of my mind, in my
frustrated search 2 find the great Sarah Krassle, the Lord
Jehovah, whom was never lost in the first place. My blog, the
‘Morianity Bible’ tells much of the story, and definitely
not all the story. James Patterson would ejaculate if I ever
permitted him to write a so-called fictional story of me and all
of these beach and Tennessee Avenue characters. After which
time, he would die of a massive coronary thrombosis. Hay JP, if
U’re ever up 4 it bud!!!!!!!!! Without going into details, I
crashed into Governor Florio on the Atlantic City Expressway
many years ago when he became governor of NJUSAESMWG. I speak of
course not here in the waking world, but it was real. In 1984 I
went to sleep and was suddenly playing a loud audio tape of the
Space Shuttle; it took off and blew up. A year later, it did, as
did a future governor get into a terrible crash on another major
road, not far from where I rear ended Florio. No one understands
dreams, realities, life and death, and maya is the culprit. Only
in the 6th dimension is where it clears up, and the maya dims
under the brighter REALM OF THE MIND. But when U finally know
that U have been in the elevator room, nothing I can upload to
the Blogger site in text words, can prepare U for the
unbelievable enlightenment that will follow. All that is ever
real is ride after ride, going from interaction to interaction.
UR only as real as the 6th dimension creates U-2-B and all of
your loved ones as well. No one is ever lost or found, alive or
dead, or part of anything tangible and believing in anything at
all tangibly, is being successfully fooled, or overcome by maya,
[illusion].
Mr. Himacane was almost placed under arrest,
through no fault of his own, yesterday Wednesday the 6th of
June, 2K7. Attacks, near accidents, violations against him and
me, R unspeakable and unconscionable and prosecutors in 3
counties as well as assistant governors and state attorney
generals, R all complicit in allowing this torture to endlessly
happen to an innocent American citizen. This is YI know I died
and went 2 hell a long time ago, as in any ‘real’ world, it
behooves me that this could ever happen to anyone. But what is
dying and going to hell? It is what every blogger believes in
his or her mind that it is, that is it pure and fucking simple.
Just because the great Sar-ah Krassle Jehov-ah was thinking of
me and her days at 16 at some upline world seashore resort, and
it then downlined all of this, still does not supersede my
beliefs and thoughts over any of anyone else’s. It does make
me literally the center of the multiverse, or universe as
perhaps we all, as alternates in HS, get our chance 2B THAT BOY,
but being the center means that I can know major paralleling
events that will show me ahead of time things of importance like
the stock market’s direction, etc., but, this still makes me a
suffering victim in all of this, not some mighty powerful entity
or god. They R not stupid. They know that should I come into
enough doe, this is not forgivable, U do not totally wipe out
70% of a mans adult life, and his basic childhood as well, and
think that forgiveness is a possibility Mr. Campbell’s Soup.
They know I would buy out 2 things if suddenly I won the power
ball lottery and had 9 figure USD2 play around with. One would B
an entertainment company so I could do my best to bring my
message of truth to this ailing MW, and two, to get this all
fully investigated, and the perpetrators eventually caught, and
brought to justice. I do not care if they R the flowers from
Beta Sigma 200. No, ‘they’ know that I can never B permitted
2 have any money, as I would turn it into more and more, and
they know what I would then do with my fortune, and that they’d
B fucking TOAST. This is not a threat blog-flaggers, THIS IS A
MOTHER FUCKING PROMISE BABES!!!!!!!!!! All my promises R legal
and all actions taken someday by me will all B within the
framework of the laws of the land, don’t even think of trying
to shut me up. Persecute me, and I will at the very least
continue to blog and try to get my message out to as many as
will listen and laugh, and maybe someday, the right person will
say, wait a minute blowhard, this is not one bit funny, this
poor dude needs some real serious help, and not sike shit. Karen
S., I hope UR able 2 have a nice whittle mini-vacation. When U
get back, a DYING UTTERANCE will B on your voicemail, please
keep it. If U do not hear from me, go to the authorities and do
what U can for me, pweeeeeze!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, the great
F-6-10 can get any practicing mortal, into the realm of the gods
and the land of the ‘dead’, a silly word. To reach the
elevator room, the Krassleville River has a branch that runs
towards it, but few get there, they just think that they do. I
can tell by the way they write things in mortal world order.
Once there, it is no longer possible, even though while alive,
your conscious mind still forces linear focus, riders with
awareness, write as I write, in the vein that mortals C time in
an order, but we know it is not so, and no one forces our poetic
license to B re-written, their way.
One of the reasons
the oh seven year was so bad 4 me here on the MW, is that the
media, totally BRIGGBASE controlled and owned, saw the tongue
tie syndrome kick in, over and over, when things were said on TV
and radio, that in any way connect anything on my blogs and
website, just as I promised would happen, and did any of U out
there catch the deal with the Fort Dix Terror Plot, wo, U gotta
know I speak truths, or Y not just deny anything is real and
jump off your local bridge head first into a nice soft rock?????
Just ask yourselves, Y would this crazy mother fucker lie, what
does he really honestly stand 2 gain with all this Morianity
shit? I do not want money or fame, other than to create an
anti-harassment organization, and things like that do take mucho
bucks.
We were but 10 on Ten-nes-sea and now we R old,
or at least is me, but Ex. Sen, I wish U all the luck in the
world, even though I admit to basically being a split ticked
democrat. UR the only entity on any realm who ever did something
huge 4 me, such as when U stuck those electrodes in that young
lads mouth who stole the only evidence, some cassette tapes,
proving I did not commit murder in the year 2000. U never got me
mixed up with a horrific criminal from Rising Sun Avenue, in
Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG, by the name of Jonathan Schau.
I
never claim to B some know it all, just a sad little shit with a
nightmarish story to tell, to a sick ugly evil sin cursed world
that just will not listen nor pity me, nor give me the smallest
benefit of the doubt that this all just might B real and true,
and happening around me, just as I claim that it is.
The
6th dimension is mind, and the 7th is the circuitry of the
system, the mechanical parts to it so to speak, and when U dream
or go through life, it all must begin at and in these phases,
and sort of filter down into what scientists see as the space
time continuum. To reach the 6th dimension while physically
alive and in body, biblically speaking “present in the body
and absent from the Sar”, U first must come 2C that bibles
talk on mortal world levels and thereby cannot reveal the truth
to mortals absolutely, that U first simply exist at void
infinity, then dream out and away into phase #2 or the Astral
being ness, and then further dream downs occur onto the mortal
realms all along virtually unlimited times and places in the
great 5th dimension, or HS, HYPERSPACE. Maya or illusion, in
each mortal “lifetime” U occupy in HS, sees the astral as
some sort of afterlife, and until U reverse this and C truth in
the reversed immortal reality that it in fact is, the 6th
dimension could no more B reached nor understood than could
trigonometry by a 2 year old fish. The biggest secret of all is
that U do not have to ever do one damn thing, as the knowing of
what is going on, is entering the 6th dimension, as now U no
longer receive thought and robotically accept maya. Now,
concentrically, U can properly and much more efficiently
interact with thought. U will fall asleep at night in no time at
this point, within 1 and 10 years tops, and just find yourself
in the sixth dimension, forever, where U always have been and
will B, wandering around, interaction and ride, to interaction
and ride. By my mortal memory while back here in my Earth world
dream, an entity that I in my perceived memory, is a nice lady
of late thirty or starting forties in age with mildly red hair
of shoulder length, talked 2 me 4 a while, stating that she has
been “wandering around in here endlessly”. She, and yes me,
and all of U, we all R endlessly existing in the 6th dimension.
This is now another date, Ed as previously mentioned will not
have his Verizon DSL up and running for uploading my text-blogs
to the Blogger site, for at least another full week, so I am
back at enemy territory at the Library across from the school
that is more satanic and evil and violent than the famous
Columbine High, being of course our own area’s famous Winslow
High, here in Camden County, NJUSAESMWG. This is where close 2 a
year back, the huge teen aged African American teen male sumo
wrestler practically assaulted me without any freaking
provocation, and verbally abused me and assaulted me, and the
library guard, also AA in race, whether this factored in or not
I do not make that judgment call, but she did nothing, and would
not properly and adequately do her job. A giant AA female was
standing outside as I walked in, at least 6’4” in height,
beefy and husky, probably able to bench press 600 pounds without
breaking a damn sweat. Over the past days and weeks the giant
huge and tall pussies R on a tremendous ridiculous roll again.
As stated many times, this is done as an intimidation since
Paula and Sarah and her filthy gang, raped me at the Trinidad,
and is it not fascinating that the island of TRINIDAD also plays
a part in recent terror plots, as do all the areas that I have
been blogging about and referring 2 for a year and more. Seems
my Buena, NJUSAESMWG life as a paramedic that I discuss on my
website on the part regarding where I astrally live at the
RICKTOWN MANOR, type in or level five programming speak into
your PC microphone, www.morianity-foundation.com and read about
all of it. Remember that the night B4 Iraq invaded Kuwait around
89 or 90, memories of unpleasant shit gets intentionally fuzzy,
I tell the story in early MORIANITY BIBLE blogging texts; of how
the very next day after I had left D.S. DESTRUCT TAPES on the
Atlantic City boardwalk, it happened. I left these tapes, 3 or 4
cassettes, on benches along the AC boards between the area of
the Showboat and Taj Casino’s. These destruct tapes were me on
the phone, a fake conversation, usually with altered voice for
my co-arguer, sometimes just left out and blank all together,
but the kicker that made the stuff that I would say on the [A]
side of the tapes, was the incredible [B] side of these tapes.
This normally was stuff that no one could have normally had,
audio demos and major things that helped to back up claims that
I made of a far out nature, such as now in my blogs, so the 2
tape sides would sort of compliment each other to more
powerfully to some degree, authenticate things I was saying, at
least this is what I hoped and believed was a possibility.
Now, I said that things would change, without ending the
blog called, 4 short and in abbreviation, TWIMCIFTHIM, we now R
all going to stop this silly space time continuum nonsense, and
enter into the truth of the S I X T H---D I M E N S I O N.
Good-bye to the old and welcome to the new, rapies and
germiblows. First B4 I go on, happy retirement Frank Callio,
hope your golden years go a lot better than the last million for
me have. Morianity Bible began in 1995, and ten years later, U
turned in your shield, www.acpd.com/
Now we enter D-6.
I exited an elevator and found myself
talking to a maintenance man named Walt, one of your buddies
Mayor Bob Levy, and Retired
Sergeant Frank Callio. Hope U had a
nice time at the fallen officer viewing last Saturday, or at
least as nice as can B under such circumstances. He and I talked
a lot and I learned a few things, such as your 1995 retirement
from the force Sarge. Wonder if I now will C the license plate
'THESARG', when leaving this library and driving back home with
Eddie Himacane. A man was talking 2 me and telling me that he
enjoyed working in the cement business, his precise words. I
walked off the elevator and he vanished along with the elevator,
and the room that the 16 ride-boxes R in. After Walt and I were
done talking, he told me that he knew secrets about me and my
magic mirror. I do indeed have a magic mirror. When I get a
person 2 look in it, the real person is reflected back 4 me 2C,
he may B smiling and nice outwardly, but if he or she is
thinking negative thoughts or planning to injure me in some way,
an ugly reflection of them appears 2 me in the mirror, they C
what they C, but I-C the true picture so 2 speak. I told him
that it is in Ed’s apartment and he could throw it out with
the trash as Ed had moved out hours ago, and that I was merely
back there 2 check his mailbox and get any residual mail that he
may have. The following morning I got off an elevator where many
things were strikingly different, and I learned beyond any doubt
that the enemy wants me to know and believe that I am being
persecuted, and that I’ll never ever B able 2 prove my plight
to a soul, nor ever get it stopped. When those near me try 2
explain things away to relax me and alleviate my paranoia and
fears, they want me not 2B relieved, but miserable and scared
and up tight forever instead. They know every possible way of
making me miserable and live as much 2 do this, as the scum bag
Dogface Donald lives 2 make endless money and capital. The gods
R all totally bored 2 tears, and play endless games 2 keep from
going ballistically crazier than shit. Even mans greatest thing,
sex, is not sufficient to properly endlessly distract an entity
that is totally and absolutely aware that they simply exist and
time does not, they in fact therefore never really started
existing, nor R they ever able 2 stop existing.
Finally,
I got off an elevator where Ed and I now R practicing for our
opposite shooting casino attack that will begin this very month
at the shore, ACNJUSAESMWG. The higher the Dow, the more the
Phillies fluck up, and the more U
scuzzy incestrallites keep
persecuting me with endless slit, the more ten dollar bets I
will lose at the table, and thereby the
more 300 dollar bets that Ed 'Himmy' will win at the table.
U do not believe me now, but You will all B so sorry when I get
back into the 19 chips, get a beauty queen girlfriend, or 2 or
3, and start 2 live like a fucking king, your whole damn crooked
economy’ll go to frucking total SHKIT. BYE-BYE
lighthouse girl, with the ling-long hair. Where’s
Sarah,
the race horse,
just another coinkeedink huh; back
in those wonderful days when I began my search and quest 2 find
U great Sar, great all mighty Lord Jehovah, I will always love
thee. No, not bye-bye to the blog text number electricity
[27], just a quick mention of my great lovely teen queen, even
though she and her friends scared the hell out of me at 12 or 13
and used my own cousin to accomplish this brutal and viscous
rape. Y was all this a reality? Y did the Middle East care so
much about the great Sarah and me? Very very Columbine Law and
Order Semple, Mister Henry!!!!!!!! Abraham did not trust SSJKK
to bring his Earthly wife Suri a son, and this led to things far
beyond the time and energy available today 4 me 2 blog.
Sarah-Stacey Scylla Krassle, my big teen queen, big J brown eyed
girl, told Aby-Baby to rename his wife after her, SAR, and she
became SARAH. Hagar was the Egyptian girl slave of Suri and Abe,
who due to no one ever believing in things that R the tiniest
bit out of normal human belief ranges, went into the love tent
with Abe and she became the Mother of all of the troubles over
there today, people do not believe in things, and U may say, so
fucking what? I say 2 the contrary, it can sometimes cost U a
price that millennia of time must pay for with their damn blood.
Humans have a very narrow belief range. Edgar Cayce was believed
in, a few R, but most rear true honest mystic or endowed master
types, such as high Earthly degreed Eckists, [C] Eckankar, will
go unrecognized in the worlds of the obscure. That bothers me in
the least, I only want to get what is being done 2 me exposed,
stopped, and punished. Anyone doubting the rationality of a
person who would say this, my response is, GO TO DOGTOWN. C MY
WEBSITE AND CLICK ON Dogtown, and then tell me if that is where
U would ever wish 2 share interaction in.
I got off an
elevator on Easter Sunday in 2000 on this Earth and part of HS,
on the 15th day of March if memory serves me properly. One of
lightning’s best friends Hijika Rooanne, and she has 5 other
names, one a secret SDK City Name, found me wandering around a
park near a beach on the Krassle Atlantic River, and she was
carrying a large blue and yellow striped gorgeous surfboard. I
also had a board and was not using it, since I was busy
exploring a deep cavernous type of stream with beautiful
vegetation and dense forests all around as it wound and sank
deeper into the woust direction of the Astral Realms. She used
the excuse that she saw me picking up my board, and wanted 2
teach me the proper way 2 carry a board. It was all a big rouse
just 2 get me 2 go with her miles down a road that resembles
here on the mortal worlds a place in Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG,
called Route #1, or the famous to this area, Roosevelt
Boulevard. Eventually, we entered a soda shop, she told me that
she just wanted 2 stop in for a minper 2C a very good friend of
hers, and then we both proceeded to walk into Murray’s Soda
Shop, on Ondaoxten Road. About 2 minpers went by after she got
talking to a long haired very tall blond with almost line eyes,
long and thinner than any oriental eye on the mortal world would
ever B. The blond suddenly walked directly over 2 me and stared
at me, and it was Lightning goddess Diana Z. Arteemis. I was
unable 2 remember in my projected-ness who I really was, and who
she really was, not that anything in really real anyway. She
stared at me and I stood looking up at her frozen, but madly in
love, and I kiddingly tell my Lightning all the time at the
great RM in Province Olympia that it was like falling in love
with her all over again.
Since I have blogged out the
information about the 16 elevators and elevator room or the 6th
dimension, I have met many people, and have spoken in some
length with them, in the 6th dimension. There is much more to
say, but the evil empire has been warned, and now I tell thee
all truly this fact, U will C a huge abundance of war and crime
and violence, pestilence, earthquakes, twisters, volcanoes,
hurricanes, tidal waves, wild fires, droughts, plane and chopper
crashes, and U have really asked 4 it, and nothing that I do, is
from this natural world, where currently all of your laws bind
and stop me, so get ready to plucking cook, and U cannot do
squat. N O T-------S Q U A T.
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- 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.
FOLLOWING UP ON SOME RECENT ERRORS, YO
Thursday, September 21, 2023 early in the evening
Wake up little Susie as the old great song would say, YO. I do in fact make some mistakes, I also get a lot of hacks, some of them I absolutely know R indeed MIND-HACKS, and most of them R of course good ole' regular MACHINE-HACKS, such as what just happened 2 me right now at precisely 5:57 PM, as I started this blog the same time that I was also staring at the clocks 4 me' three fave numbers all in a damn row, U know, good ole' number five, as in the following row of lovelies shown here: AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!! 55555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555. So TEE-HEE-HEE, Mizz Lilly Welder. So as I was typing the damn second part of the first sentence, and 4 absolutely no goddessdog logical rational reason whatsoever; the print started coming out in this type of slant-font as shown below. Testing one two three four, YO, as they say in musical circles. WOW-THAT! There R so many things going down all around me, and yes, all of U-2, only U-R completely clueless unlike me that this is happening 2-U dudes and duddesses as well as 2 me, and yes; it is a cosmic reality, and stuff all around all of us is indeed much larger and greater than we have ever been led 2 believe, and take that sentence, and multiply it by approximately a million times, and that just might, 2 quote recording artist & the human percolator, Sir William Harner (Billy), from the 1960's; B “SAYIN' SOMETHING”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, Mister Cosmos-non-Hewitt-Universe, YO; that time, I GODDAMN WANT THE PRINTING FONT 2 COME OUT IN SLANT, SOOOOOOOOOO a great big fat and HUUUUUUUGE, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”, YO BRO!!!!!!!!
First I need 2 correct a recent blog when it says that I was in the great illustrious HADDONWOOD POOL, and showing Mister Carey some of me' water moves back in 1995, and it came out as MC, I meant of course 2 add in there, MC's awesome and quite Washington '13-600 minded' also but we won't judge here as I am somewhat in a similar bend of mind, 2 quote young Ebeneezer Scrooge, on Sir Charlie Dickens' marvelous classic Christmas Carol story. Yes, it was what the world would label as my daughter's dad, and what I call her step-dad, and everyone else sees that in reverse, but the point isn't who is the step and who is the bio here, only that I screwed up on the recently posted-published blog and this was totally inaccurate as it reads, so it needs amending now, so here is the new information. I simply forgot 2 add in the part that would and should have stated, her father or as I would say, her step. Either way back when I followed her into her house as she beckoned me 2 to over and over back on dog walking island relatives day in late 1972, either way I will always remember him for steps and yes, 4 chases, but then so much endless SAFET (Seek And Find Expansion Technique) can go there also, am I WROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG, oh lovely 1980 TV-ad-spot hair shampoo girl?????????????????? On a very recently published blog work, I left out the SAFET and it came out just MISTER, we all should know that my mind wanted 2 say, MISTER SAFET along with Mister Redfield. These HACKS R completely endless and ruthless and have followed my blogging career now ever since its very inception, again, nothing new being stated nor said here, right? We all know this like we know a rainy day is happening. Gimme' a break, cuzz Donald and lovely 1985 Miss Margie Leo, or in her case, I need 2 reiterate and say, “CUT ME A BREAK”, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HEY BRRRRRRRRRR, common sense and a wee tad bit of non Patricia Hollister logic tells us all or most of the phopah errors all throughout the blog project, since U began 2 learn the entire story line of it all, YO! Yes, the (TRIPLE LETTER-HACK) again, as in logic 'tellls' us, I fixed the one B-4, and am leaving this one in 4-U-2-C, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA McNulty.
I will amend a lot of blog-errors from time 2 time, and U all know there R many 'ofem'. 4 now; me' whittle frikkin' pernt has been made, or hopefully it has, YO BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!
Last night or actually today, while sleeping, as I slept from about quarter shy of 8 this morning until about a quarter shy of 4 this afternoon, a nice wonderful and full 8 HOURS; I had as usually I do, numerous dreams; and then came the final and 2 quote the wonderful awesome 44th United States President, Sir Honorable Barack Obama here, “DOOZIE-WHOPPER” DREAM at the end that woke me. I found my dreaming doppelganger in a large city recording studio, and it most likely was in the big apple, as where else would it B logically, and my awesome ultra talented daughter was there, and she had just completed a new musical project that contained remakes of an entire old days set of marvelous hit tunes, and she named the album project something that I may decide 2 publicly share, and I may not, but most definitely naught right now today on this blog. Still, it was truly a marvelous production and worthy of her name. In this parallel world, she looked slightly different than here in this waking world dimension. It wasn't a locale that I normally C her in during these frequent nocturnal interactions with her, that all began with the first one back in the 20th century in the early part of the year of 1997 while residing in me' Somerdale, NJUSAESMWG death home, as I came 2 name and label it, and 4 extremely good flock ducking grassmole reasons may I add, YO me' wonderful and glorious peeps of this Blogaudian viewership out there in the magical mysterious lands of what Morianity has named and labeled, Cyberville, and short 4 simply the CYBER VILLAGE!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA.
I woke up 2 heavy rains and gloomy skies of which I totally Iove both of those things, so this is naught what caused some wild and beyond severe nightmares, as well as waking up 2 that major assault called demonic oppression, where the psychiatric industry confuses that mental state with what they label as the mental illness of clinical-depression. Something beyond extremely odd and outlandish just happened that I need 2 say B-4 going on with this blog. The word above in RED FONT, LOVE, was showing on my Spellchecker system as an error-word with those little red squiggly lines underneath of it. I made it a word by adding it 2 the word system's dictionary with one tiny mouse click, but what world is this where I am now after these nightmares that woke me around half past seven from? Am I in a world where the word 'love' no longer exists, Mizz early June-day in 1980, huh great and illustrious United States © Copyright Office? Just three minutes or so after starting this blog, and after several weeks of totally quiet telephone stuff, I have received back 2 back calls on my landline phone on this putrid grass moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning that show up on the caller-ID-Comcast screen display as SPAM-CALLS, both having 772 area codes in different areas, one in my own town of Fort Pierce and the first one showing a 276 exchange number following the area code and a 'name unavailable' on the screen after that. Now I know that my distant as well as metaphysically created cousin, D. J. TRUMP, IS ATTACKING ME; as this is the day where he supposedly is being arrested, and the entire thing 2 me is one big joke, as if I had done one tenth of what he is accused of doing, convicted or naught Mizz lovely 1983 Blake, I would not B out on some measly bond where my 10 percent responsibility is a thimble in the Pacific ocean amount, of twenty grass grand, and we all know this without the Mountainpen saying another single silly glass word, right; or WROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG, lovely 1980 TV-ad-spot shampoo girl???????? Christ Almighty, YO!!!!!!!!!
MISERABLE ROTTEN TOADSNOTBRAIN SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE NOTFONDAUONEBIT THISTLETHORNS just nailed me with her world renown garbage 1993 baseball park assault of ATLANTA, GEORGIA-USA, 30 and one half years later from the original death assault that nightmare damn ass night back in time, Mister Roof-Dogs King of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, so here is me' goddessdog reliable and quite twustworthy needed runt phlegm nation, or actually, (compensation)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES CHARTS IN 2023
2023 ANNUAL, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:
DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B
8/12------224-------62----------------------28---X---7
8/13------225-------62----------------------28---X---8
8/14------226-------63----------------------28---X---9
8/15------227-------64--------------------28---X---10
8/16------228-------65----------------------29---X---1
8/17------229-------66----------------------29---X---2
8/18------230-------67----------------------29---X---3
8/19------231-------67----------------------29---X---4
8/20------232-------68----------------------29---X---5
8/21------233-------68----------------------29---X---6
8/22------234-------68----------------------29---X---7
8/23------235-------68----------------------29---X---8
8/24------236-------68----------------------29---X---9
8/25------237-------68--------------------29---X---10
8/26------238-------68--------------------29---X---11
8/27------239-------69--------------------29---X---12
8/28------240-------70--------------------29---X---13
8/29------241-------70--------------------29---X---14
8/30------242-------70--------------------29---X---15
8/31------243-------70--------------------29---X---16
9/01------244-------70--------------------29---X---17
9/02------245-------70--------------------29---X---18
9/03------246-------70----------------------28---X---1
9/04------247-------70----------------------28---X---2
9/05------248-------70----------------------28---X---3
9/06------249 -------70---------------------28---X---4
9/07------250-------70----------------------28---X---5
9/08------251-------71----------------------28---X---6
9/09------252-------71----------------------28---X---7
9/10------253-------72----------------------28---X---8
9/11------254-------72----------------------28---X---9
9/12------255-------72--------------------28---X---10
9/13------256-------72----------------------28---X---11
9/14------257-------72----------------------28---X---12
9/15------258-------72----------------------28---X---13
9/16------259 -------72----------------------28---X---14
9/17------260-------72-----------------------28---X---15
9/18------261-------72----------------------28---X----16
9/19------262-------72------------------------27---X----1
9/20------263-------73------------------------28---X----1
MONTH-#8, CLOSED OUT AT 26% MP4B.
MONTHS 8 AND 9, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:
DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B
8/12-------12-----0-----------------------0
8/13-------13-----0-----------------------0
8/14-------14-----1-----------------------7
8/15-------15-----2----------------------13
8/16-------16-----3----------------------19
8/17-------17-----4----------------------24
8/18-------18-----5----------------------28
8/19-------19-----5----------------------26
8/20-------20-----6----------------------30
8/21-------21-----6----------------------29
8/22-------22-----6----------------------27
8/23-------23-----6----------------------26
8/24-------24-----6----------------------25
8/25-------25-----6----------------------24
8/26-------26-----6----------------------23
8/27-------27-----7----------------------26
8/28-------28-----8----------------------29
8/29-------29-----8----------------------28
8/30-------30-----8----------------------27
8/31-------31-----8----------------------26
9/01--------1-----0-------------------------0
9/01-------1-----0--------------------------0
9/02-------2-----0--------------------------0
9/03-------3-----0--------------------------0
9/04-------4-----0--------------------------0
9/05-------5-----0--------------------------0
9/06-------6-----0--------------------------0
9/07-------7-----0--------------------------0
9/08-------8-----1------------------------13
9/09--------9-----1------------------------11
9/10-------10-----2-----------------------20
9/11--------11-----2----------------------18
9/12-------12-----2-----------------------17
9/13-------13-----2----------------------15
9/14-------14-----2----------------------14
9/15-------15-----2----------------------13----X----1
9/16-------16-----2----------------------13----X----2
9/17-------17-----2----------------------12----X----1
9/18-------18-----2-----------------------11----X----1
9/19-------19-----2-----------------------11----X----2
9/20-------20-----3-----------------------15----X----1
Another error was a double-copy of some dates on me' 'repopulatable document' 4 the 'MP4B LIFE-CHARTS', so sahwee, all great Japassadors out there from WWll, and anyone else as well, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was now repaired on this whittle bwog entry. Just about always I am MIND HACKED and screw up somewhere, when pasting up the LUNAR CALENDAR. Most likely it is done just 2 make the Mountainpen look like a goddamn pitiful fool and thereby receive less credibility on the blogs that tell stuff that THE ENEMIES DO NOT WISH 4 ME 2 TELL 2 THE GENERAL PUBLIC, gee willagars, does this all take some Einstein genius 2 clearly reason through and figure out and C-4 just exactly what this all is, folks?????????? Come on peeps, tell me this whole damn 20 year old blog true story is naught beginning 2 take some shape and make some sense 2-U all now, go ahead, just try telling me this with a damn ass straight poker face, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Your moon is beyond lovely & awesome 2-nite Diana, &
I will always love U-4 ever and ever, U awesome girl.
MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR CALENDAR:
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 21, 2023---JWSC-THU-11-275
CURRENT PHASE IS: WAXING CRESCENT 7:7
N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
WANING CRESCENT------(W-N-C)
WANING GIBBOUS--------(W-N-G)
WAXING CRESCENT------(W-X-C)
WAXING GIBBOUS---------(W-X-G)
(CCDR) stands 4 “COMMENTS-COUNT DWINDLING RECORD”, just so we all know 4 any future plucking usage.
DATE------BDC COMMENTS ON BLOG RECORD------DROP FROM '365' COUNT
September 14, 2023------253------MINUS 112
September 15, 2023------252------MINUS 113
September 16, 2023------251------MINUS 114
September 17, 2023------250------MINUS 115
September 18, 2023------249------MINUS 116
September 19, 2023------248------MINUS 117
September 20, 2023------247------MINUS 118
September 21, 2023------247------MINUS 118----change 0
CCDR MASTER FILE, File folder #4-------9/21/23
Where R-U-FBI, and as Quentin Petofi said it in the early autumn of 1969 on a marvelous wild soap show called, “Dark Shadows”, “WHERE R-U Charles”, as soon as he entered into his mind busting I-CHING TRANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and yes lovely awesome Queen-Kate from 1997, absolutely quite darn WEEEEDEEEEEEKAWUSS, big ass time, but still, “U GO GIRL” and tell 'LETTY' should U ever run into her, I said, “HEY GIRL”, as this truly means something quite large 2 her, YO Kate! Me' best 2 Unk Admiral from the FAA 2, YO!
All Time-----------------------------391,147
Today--------------------------------1,965
Yesterday-----------------------------1,620
This Month----------------------------14,753
Last Month-----------------------------4,614
6:21 PM, September 'non-plumed' 'fifdeeeenth' in the demon-23 year of 2023 or 2 kill 3 as we labbers in future life World Lab say, U still all say (divided by), we shorten this in the future of numerous parallel and transdimensional hyperspace realms into simply “KILL”. STATS here on the BDC DASHBOARD R CAPPED into this super-short-blog-tweet. SOOOOOOOOOO, WEEEEEEEEE, Sir Crane and Sir Chester-Frank of all great meanings endlessly written into the goddessdog stars, or I would suppose they R aniwho oh wonderful and awesome folks. TANKS 4 enjoying the Blogs of the Mountainpen that in all truth and honesty here, began in 1969 as the BOB (Book of the Beach), later 2-B forever destroyed and burned by the mighty wonderful awesome and quite illustrious teenager named Sir Russell Thaxton of Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG.
WOW-WOW-WOW MISTER MACY, did I just get a major CRASH LEVEL AIR ASSAULT AT 6:21 IN THE NON ICE TEA PEE-EM!!!!!!!!!!!! Jumping holy Moses Methuselah times 8 present day magic spans of blood-spit life, and all chains influencing my 6th-D connecting of ZD-reality all notwithstanding here, great awesome folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW, if I tried 2 amend and correct all of the errors of Morianity caused by 6-D HACKING or hacks directly from this wild unfathomable 6th dimension realm or locale or 'whatever' Sir Andrews; well; we would B about a decade or so doing it, and without taking food breaks, sleep breaks, or even any Margie Leo 'CUT-HER' BREAKS! Lovely Mizz Margie should U-B out there somewhere, I saw U working at that Moorestown grocery store not far from me' home on West Central Avenue, back in middle 1988 somewhere. U GO GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Should U ever run into little lovely blondie Mizz Carla Avaleno, tell her that her coworker Sir David Roth never stopped talking about her and wanted 2 do stuff that these blogs do naught even try getting into, but guys all know!!!!!!! AHA-AHA, MMCNY.
Our love was true, our love was rare
No other love could ever compare
Now that you're gone
My spirits are low
And baby baby baby, I love you so.
© 1977 Mark Wayne Mohr
Just took another super spurious hack, 2 quote U, Sir Prosecutor Ron Wirtz Senior, oh sir, from late 1989 through at least 1994 or so, when I moved twice since our 5 December meet up in your office with that horrendous monster mean spirited coworker ADA of yours, Mizz Spit-nose Spinosi. No, Sir Gary Mitchell, that's Spinosi, not Spinoza. Good ole' 1966 incredible STAR TREK TELEVISION shows, like beyond WOW. I was typing along about three minutes ago now at 7:27 PM on this 21st day in September of 2023, and suddenly, a GOOGLE PAGE just poofs on and totally replaced this blog document open-office page. So if these things R naught hacks; they certainly qualify as unfriendly and most definitely unwanted computer internet activities; oh U wonderful glorious and awesome FCC and FBI, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!
I LOVE U SO VERY MUCH DIANA, MY AWESOME MOON
I LOVE U SO VERY MUCH DIANA, MY AWESOME MOON
I LOVE U SO VERY MUCH DIANA, MY AWESOME MOON
I LOVE U SO VERY MUCH DIANA, MY AWESOME MOON
I LOVE U SO VERY MUCH DIANA, MY AWESOME MOON
I LOVE U SO VERY MUCH DIANA, MY AWESOME MOON
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- Well fwolks, this is another 3 string of flucking glass misery and Dogtown Hellishness, and since DOGTOWN is HELL, I suppose I can add in here, 'SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO', Y naught, lovely Mizz Blake, and “THE END”, Katy!
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MORIANITY 4 M-3
The Global Enlightenment Of Morianity, 4 Millennium-3
Peeps; 2023 has been one of the absolute worst and assaulted years and times, of civil and constitutional rights violations of myself, in this supposedly free nation, TEE-HEE-HEE-LILLY; and naught Cooley Hall's Lilly's Lilliputian Livery either; and I must have this recorded some place on an official record-document system, such as on the BOM (BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When I was sleeping last evening, I had A MONSTER NIGHTMARE, one of those violent dreams where someone was trying 2 murder me; AND I THINK THAT REASONABLE FREAKING GLASS PEEPS CAN AGREE, THAT SOMEONE IS QUITE OBVIOUSLY, RIGHT HERE IN ME' DAMN WAKING LIFE; ATTEMPTING CLEVERLY AND ABSOLUTELY COVERTLY, 2 DO JUST DAMN THAT! Make no mistake SHERIFF SIR, please YO; I have told my blogs 4 years that I am very major close 2 committing suicide with all of this hellishness endlessly being perpetrated upon me, and what do these stinking rotten prick WOMO-SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES do? U know it; they pour it on all the more, just trying 2 make me kill me'self, so if that ain't goddamn ATTEMPTED MURDER SIR, then all that I ask of U kind sir is 2 tell me then, just what the Dogtown is, YO?????????????????????
So
I awakened out of this horrendous demonic and beyond realistic vivid
lucid nightmare of being at some place that I think may have been my
transdimensional life-long job at the Egg Harbor Super-Acme store
that over here in this universe is right there where the potato chip
factory stands and is just down the street of Route 561 non-Meeker,
from the great and beyond surreal and illustrious Harborfields
Detention Center of Atlantic County, NJUSAESMWG. I don't know 4
positve sure here folks, but think that I was there, and all of a
sudden some coworkers who didn't like me decided 2 set me up and
frame me 4 a crime I didn't commit, and pow, suddenly I found myself
waiting outside of the store 4 the police 2 arrive and take me into
flucking damn glass custody. In the wild nightmare, my doppelganger
or my dreaming hyperspace double, did something that I over here
would never ever do should I find myself in legal criminal trouble. I
decided 2 make a break 4 it and began walking off down the road and
into the dark night, and suddenly realized that I had been on the
night shift and that this store was open 24-7 as many in this world
here say, or round the clock. I found myself walking into some beyond
strange locale, a building with nobody inside of it and stairs
leading down 2 an extremely deep basement, and when I got down into
that basement, I walked through a door and began 2 hear major raucous
laughter just as the door slammed shut very hard right out of the
ghost story plots on many of those great old 'Dark
Shadows' television show episodes. Long story made short
peeps, I was in a long hallway that just kept going seemingly without
an end and I as well kept walking and walking along it. Finally after
ten minutes of this long ridiculous non-Katy-Queen
walking, there was yet another door in front of me that absolutely
resembled the first door, as if I had walked in a gigantic circle,
but I knew that this wasn't possible as if that were the case, who
would build such an absurd long circular tunnel that led absolutely
nowhere? I opened the second door and walked into a very brightly lit
large room, and suddenly realized that I had
walked right into the County Jail. I even recognized from this
world and universe, two of the Atlantic
County Corrections Officers that were there, from my days
with Ann King and going 2 the
court room at the Prosecutor's Office,
regarding Ann's daughter, the lovely awesome Evil Chuckie miserable
life destroying and now thank the gods and goddesses, latengrate,
Mizz Dawn-Marie King. I was being
talked 2 all of a sudden out of nowhere, as if I had been in the
place all along 4 hours and had been waiting in a front room area B4
booking and mug shot taking. The CO's then laughed and told me, that
“I was going 2-B assigned a really piss-poor
rotten public defender and 2 get ready 2 do some really hard time”,
a total quote, YO. What the majority of human beings go through their
lifetimes totally and completely unaware of, is that in our dreams,
we use our starry or glorified or 'ASTRAL' bodies 2 explore the 5th
dimension or the transdimensional hyperspace, and in this glorified
or AMPLIFIED BODY SYSTEM made of pure ergs of energy, our emotions
from a human life world perspective R amplified in unfathomable
amounts and degrees and ways, and in this
nightmare of TOTAL DOGTOWN
CUBED, YO, 2 call my experience hellish and rotten 2 the core
squared, and 2 quote ole' Sir Billy Harner here; would naught even B
“SAYIN' SOMETHING, SALLY”!!!!!!! I
need watching over today, kind Sheriff KJM, please!!!!!
Now let me tell U all one final thing pertaining 2 both the casino
game of ROULETTE,
my new usage of what I have named in this MORIANITY-PROJECT-BLOGGING,
“Parallel
Event Applied 2 Roulette-2”,
and the most recent part of what I am going 2 impart 2-U all here
right now, YO BRO! Quite naturally, I do not play this only on days
of what I now term and call, PLAY-DAYS, based on a more than 30 year
stretch of time now since the beginning of the 1990's, where
I have come 2-C the unmistakable pattern of several numbers that
ALWAYS POP UP VERY QUICKLY AT
ROULETTE WHEELS,
during times of both HEAVY HORRENDOUS AIR SIEGES, as well as times of
major BOTBAR DAY STRINGS,
meaning 3 or more serious nasty-ass BOTBARS. There R also some
numbers that seem 2 come up way more than the long term play expected
38:1 ratio of each number's occurrence, during the times where
neither of these negative circumstances R indeed happening around me,
the poor pitiful pathetic and non-Ronstadt Mister Mountainpen.
BUTTERCHEESE
and BUTTTTTTTTTTT,
and big
ass BUTT-but great
awesome peeps out here; it is naught quite as dependable, and not
anywhere near as lucrative as my using the negative play system as
opposed 2 a positive play system. Still, another factor needs 2-B
considered in all of thissssssss, oh lovely
Mizz Erica Luccisnakes.
I still need 2 play on numerous days when I am naught under those 2
powerful negative items of either major death aerial sieges, or
strings of BOTBAR days of 3 or greater. If I played only on those
days, the system would of course break down eventually due 2 complex
laws of cosmos and mathematics that we need naught get into today.
However, when I play, the games would B on PAPER ONLY during the
times of the NON-NEGATIVE periods, as we will call this. But when the
negatives do come, strings of three or more BOTBAR DAYS or days of
major heavy death air-siege assaults on me; this is when the same
games R played, yes; but with one big difference here, they wouldn't
B played as PAPER GAMES, but actually would B played at the casinos.
I did not bother 2 get into all of this with my Blogaudians
initially, knowing that I would eventually get around 2 discussing
this PART-B so 2 speak, of the system of 'PE-A2R-2' (Parallel Event
Applied to Roulette, number 2) as number 1 would B the old method of
comparing actual number outcomes of outside roulette bets with a
following spin on a 3rd
parameter being measured against the other 2 of its number, as all
numbers in roulette other than 4 the house-vig green zero number or
numbers, have 3 parameters of being either black or red, odd or even,
and low or high. Anyway, that is a powerful system that works, but
takes great patience as well as great discipline that few gaming
players R ever able 2 continuously apply 2 their trade of playing
this game. Let me tell U all what happened when playing the paper
games that would not have actually been played because they were
recorded on days of the positive-trends or days without heavy
death air sieges, or days not part of 3 or greater BOTBAR STRINGS.
During the summer months of June through August, I
have made close 2 seven hundred units profit,
or nearly 70 grand on the high roller buck-level, so divide
that by 20, 4 the beginner nickel level,
and still very lucrative and impressive.
But during these times, I played 15 games on some of the days of the
positives that would never really B played except on paper 2B
recorded by the 'G.W.-universe
of lovely Mizz Hewitt',
and guess what? 3 of those games would total as 70 units profit,
while the other 12 of them caused me a loss of 800 units, 4
a grand total loss of 730 units
and completely wiping out the system. This proves even further and
greater, that this will work and forever right until the day that I
croak or stop playing the game forever, either-or. As long as I play
and record numbers on both cycles, left and right cosmic
erg-subatomic spin; speaking in the verbiage of Quantum
Physics
here, I will B able 2 make a ton of money by actually
using OTAMMIC HARASSMENT and their endless death PERSECUTION on me.
I think after 4 decades of straight quintessential hellishness beyond
the unfathomable and inconceivable level, perpetrated by Trump
against me; this is more than a deserved little compensation, don't
all of U? Well, many haters of the Mountainpen out there, may well
disagree with that little sound bite, huh loyal Blogaudians??????????
I will sign off now, but I will leave U all with this quick footnote, 4 the eighties © Examiners as well as me' loyal viewing Blogaudians, and the haters-majority out there as well: I will move 2 Atlantic City next February, and this will all 'go down'!
DO IT LOVELY KATY-SAVANT, “THE END”!
TO ALL HAT HATERS WHOM HATE THE MOUNTAINPEN
This is the title blog of my final 4 year 2023 blog until I decide 2 try blogging again, as no one seems 2 give a plucking shkit about my blogs.
2007 Was Another Magical Mountainpen Year
Type in this title 2 complete the current work being done on 27-electrical date of August in 2023, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me' blog files need 2 all have back up titles on other master files, so that the hackers, when they strike me like bolts of far away lightning, and make stuff vanish away; allows me 2 remember the name of the document being worked on. I do not have a good short term memory, in fact it's damn right slitty lousy rotten 2 put it quite politely. Then when I am under these endless 4 decade long now DEATH ASSAULTS from the WOMO (WSMT) ENEMIES or me' SPAMMENIES, what little mental clarity I have left is completely wiped flucking out and gone, shot 2 Dogtown and back, as anyone of yours would B also, out there in CYBERVILLE, oh wonderful Blogaudian folks, YO. This is Y just 2 show U all, I will post up me' own instructions on many of me' damn ass files, just 2 show U out there in the FBI and the ACLU, just how me' life is being endlessly destroyed and completely obliterated by this enemy ASTRAL LAMBRIGG CULT FORCE FROM HELL, and that U all label and call on this mortal plane waking existence, only I know its true astral naming, and it is DOGTOWN, as we would pronounce this on Earth and in America!!!!!!!!!!!! Me' simple pernt here that I am attempting 2 make 2 all of U Blogaudians is that nothing on this blog, nothing said on this blog, none of it at all in the smallest and wee tad bit micro infinitesimal form is in any way trivial or inaccurate or in any way in a long term pattern meant 2-B misleading 4 any and all of U reading these blogs. It is a true nightmare that I have awakened into and it worsened 4 me in several stages that I can clearly state, and would do so, UNDER LEGAL OATH WITH ATTACHED FULL PENALTIES 4 COMMITTING PERJURY. First getting born and starting this current-me existence. Then when I left school at just past age 18 years. Then in the early middle 1980's, and then again when the enemies murdered quite perfectly and covertly, first my mother at the end of last century, and then me' one and only true pal, sir Roth, exactly 2 years following that in March of OHM-2, oh lovely Misses Marola and gal pal of Mister Marcucci's awesome wife, known by the entire world of course, only not in any way that is rational or bloggable, anymore than telling U all that UFO's can B created right out of our damn dreams, and R, and that on the other side of the big bang is us heading back into ourselves. Electrons R orbiting backward from their atomic orbits here and now of course, as there, it is all running backwards. If U begin walking in a full-circle, suddenly as U come back around and back literally into yourself, your left hand and your left foot would also B in reverse and suddenly, they would become your right hands and feet. Now at what magical moment would your left and right sides actually interchange? How can dream realms B a part of the antimatter worlds? Do U honestly think that I could teach even Mister Einstein these things in ten minutes? Come on Miss Margie Leo, willya girl? It may naught B the eighties any longer, but please sweet cakes, CUT ME A BWAKE HERE, GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who R the coins and the coils of the ASTRAL PLANE, and 4 that matter, Y do they visit us here on this mortal realm from time 2 time, and does it really connect our civilization becoming what some call out there, “Nuke-Active”?????? We all know that the sightings all began in the same time after the nuclear bomb testings and the actual A-Bomb was dropped twice in Japan that killed lots of peeps. We know this is all real. Just as I know what happened 2 me in my apartment in Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG in middle December of 1969 concerning me' magical chain being suddenly confiscated by this wild gorgeous astral teen aged goddess who calls and names herself SARAH KRASSLE, and I now absolutely know 2-B both PINK GODDESS SCYLLA as well as the ALMIGHTY SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE. Also, just as I fully know with no doubts whatsoever and would swear 2 it all under LEGAL OATH anytime and anywhere, that this happened simultaneously with the termination of the great world renown PROJECT BLUEBOOK, that was investigating the awesome UFO-phenomenon 4 several decades. So exactly WHAT DID CAUSE AFTER NEARLY A full quarter century of time, MY SUDDEN RESURFACING OF MEMORIES THAT ALL LED UP 2 THAT WILD SURREAL INTENSE SEARCH AND QUEST 2 LOCATE THE GREAT SARAH FROM ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG??????? The mind or the 6th dimension (D-6) is not our brains, U all need 2 get that total garbage of the DSM Psychiatric industry right out of your goddamn under-hats, as this is the greatest lie since the damn devil or UPLINE-LESTER created the damn concept of untruths and reverse southern polarities in the waking world system of sentient awareness (human consciousness), whatever, Bob!!!!!!! All of these things have now had some decent opening foundations, or said in a slightly altered way, the nearly 18 year of MORIANITY BLOGGING PROJECT now, YO folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As 4 now, saying 2 much is a waste of time and a defeated purpose 4 me, 2 quote lovely latengrate Mizz DAWN-MARIE WASHCLOTH CLAN KING of Blueberryville-HAMMONTON, NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So we will now B terminating this particular blog, and later on, we will again pick up and move still ever onward. Yes Mister allberries Roddenberry of Chatsworth and Hammonton and the great BERRY CLUB of all type of deliciously luscious and scrumptious berries; despite Sir Yogi the bear not particularly liking berries or nuts in his food diet, YUK YUK and HA-HA; but still, 'Lenny Pinksheers' and great lottery addresses and black cats named Precious at medical institutes, Mister SAFET sir; we will TREK ON with all of this, at a soon 2 come later point in the human chronology! 4 right now, I am gonna' stop this blog tonight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANSMISSION, & POSTING UP 8:16 PM.
THANK THE COINS AND COILS NOT WOMB 2 TOMB ICPE APE TECH
7:07 PM, Wednesday evening, 20 September, 2023, and yes, as U all have most likely guessed and or know by Mister rock star 1978-Joel now, SUPER BOTBAR TIMES ONE as well as goddamn SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC TIMES ONE, or 4 short, super HCCOT, YO great folks! Boy oh Uncle Billy boy oh great awesome families and guard companies from 1978, boy, YO oh wonderful and awesome damn ass weerlld aldare!!!!!
A snake is a snake is a snake, and as all whom follow the news in one fashion or the other, in old world technology or the new age streaming systems YO peeps; news is news and yes, it is what's trending, so who am I, 2 buck the verbiage system of these new age times and days? Recently a nasty poisonous snake bit an Amazon Delivery Driver, and with some positive left in the day or I suppose perhaps maybe there might B peeps, at least neither the snake nor the driver has attention deficit disorder, still, Mister Redfield and Mister Safet will always live on, and absolutely immortally 2. What we become aware of and make out of the 'stuff of life', is entirely our own bizz YO, each and every one of us is still relatively free 2 make those choices, YO folks. Still, that particular type of rattle-snake, the E-DI as we snake peeps call them, and yes, at one time in the late 1990's, I was vely interested in getting into the bizz of maintaining these snakes 2 take and sell their vely valuable venomous bite liquids 2 medical laboratories so that they can dilute it down 2 what Doctor Carey called approximately six decades ago on a really truly marvelous afternoon television show called, “Days of our Lives”, Digitalis. I am assuming this is a correct spelling, and it may B because years ago I simply added it into me' Mike Soft Spellchecker Dictionary with a mouse-click, and not a snake bite. Hey; another positive out of the day, in or out of any great and beyond awesome and vely revealing power-house blogs, from back on October 5th of the 'OHM-8' year; 4 all great educators, and especially from the beyond magical and mystical COOLEY HALL! Yes peeps, I wanted 2 get into this extremely lucrative bizz back in those late nineties times and was checking things out, as I had loads of credit in those past times, and was looking 4 something 2 invest in. This is Y of course, and I know this beyond any other truth anywhere, the mighty rotten HALLS FAWCES lead me into that inconceivable nightmare hellishness of the quest 2 locate the great Almighty SARAH J. KRASSLE, the PINK GODDESS, of all great non Star Trek Gary Mitchell connective truths everywhere; and with or without recently written by Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr 1996 marvelous love sonnets, that also were copyrighted!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Yes, I wanted 2 get into the venomous snake bizz as I knew that it was lucrative, and even did a little bit of metaphysical applying of learned behaviors from back in boyhood times, telling several peeps that I already was in that bizz, and now realizing that once believed 2-B a metaphysical action, was still a lie as well as a deception, despite it not being told 2 a financial institution or governmental agency, which I would not ever do nor have done, but I did tell peeps at at the new health club that I was attending once the mighty Deptford club called, “Haddonwood” had shut down. This was called the Coliseum Club and was right directly across the street from the most likely globally famous by now thanks 2 these blogs, ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS of Voorhees, NJUSAESMWG. This would have made me tons of money and changed my life, if I could have located two or three good partners and invested me' credit monies extremely wisely, only that search 4 SARAH took over me' entire being, my day life, my night life, all of my life. I couldn't eat or sleep, or do anything outside of SARAH-SARAH-SARAH, and then suddenly on top of this, the entire world suddenly appeared 2 become completely influenced 2 name everything SARAH, and was suddenly just all about SARAH-SARAH! Even a racehorse was suddenly named, U know it Jimmy and Clark, “WHERE'S SARAH”. Here comes me' trustworthy new (3-letter-HACK), as in, and then sudddenly on top of this, and this of course gets going just as I begin really telling stuff that is beyond ULTRA-MAJOR, AND CAN B CHECKED OUT AND PROVEN such as I am sure that the Racing Commission 4 the sport of horse racing can verify the name of that horse as well as it being done in those last half of the 90's decade, and just as me' MORIANITY STORY SAYS IT ALL WENT (JOE SIVO-RPL-1980) DOWN, YO WEERLLD!!!!!!! Again, this stuff can go on and on and I will, and if ever a day were 2 goddessdog come when this would all get completely stopped and those who've ruined me' entire flucking life were actually prosecuted and made 2 pay 4 their evil demonic monstrous crimes against their fellow human being, me YO; I would B able 2 really tell my true tale of beyond Dogtownish woe-whiz-me-quintessential nightmares of 7 STRAIGHT DECADES of time now, oh wonderful great peeps out there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! While they have all of the Alice Ciminelli L&O power though, I cannot, and U all know this is true, just as with me' blog on 10-05-2008 called, “How Many Times, My Friend”. They just keep endlessly stepping up the pressure and persecutions against me, the PPNR Mountainpen and would never really allow me 2 type my tale of woe out on these blogs, and many of U know this Anita Hill-#2 story from HELL is indeed, the ABSOLUTE DAMN ASS TRUTH HERE, and I know that U do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know U do, Sir Elliot fictional Detective L&O-SVU Stabler, sir, they know U do, and so do the goddamn FEDS or FEEBIES, or call them whatever name U may wish 2, oh Mizz Rose Lovelygirl Shakespeare, YO mah'm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, I call that type of snake, the E-DI-Rattler, Doctor Carey Snakes. This is because, and only die hard fans of a marvelous 6 decade old television soap show would maybe know and understand a wee tad bit here; on this show back in the middle 1960's, he would say, as Doctor Carey, only he had a TV-show surname of course as the star's name was Mister McDonald Carey, and since I jokingly call the magical lab-technician from 1984, also by the name Doctor Carey occasionally; this makes 2 Dock Carey's now, so let me try and 'unconfuse' U all with this now, and after admitting yet another added 2 the poor RUSS-RICHARD BENNY-FRANK dictionary-book, word, here, as it fits; and so I am gonna' flucking goddamn use it, so sue me. U can't take me' bed, and I ain't got squat nor do I make squat, I believe the weerlld calls me one of those “judgment proof peeps”, hey, like it or lump it, YO great weerlld aldare!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, OH MISTER MCNULTY FROM 1971 up in Exton, PAUSAESMWG. 4 those naught all that greatly educated, Mister Benjamin Franklin or me a long time ago, had a book that he called, or that I CALLED, the POOR RICHARD ALMANAC, YO folks, and I haven't changed much since the last 300 goddamn years have passed, and me' love 4 Diana in HER sky form, has not altered or waned one wee tad tiny little bit either, great folks aldare!!!!!!!!!!!!! Back now 2 the topic of snakes and the extremely lucrative snake bizz. Should I had naught been completely and totally massacred by my being absolutely influenced 2 find the magical teen girl from my past times in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG; I would have been free 2 have completely altered me' life from the hellishness that it has all turned into as a direct result of that DAMN ASS SARAH-NIGHTMARE all coming 2 bare against me in the middle 1990's, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ugly rotten diseased monster witchbitch Jane Thistlethorns Sleazeweedsdisease Notfondauonebit Uglypusspus just got me, and 2 quote me' ole' gorgeous 1999 gal-pal, Mizz Helen Zabriskie here, REAL GOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD and yes, she could say that really well back in goddessdog flucking ass 1999, when referring 2 that white hot super-girl, lovely Keisha, who gave me' right arm a power punch, that I absolutely know even Mister Tyson couldn't match. It was off the wall incredible, and it completely shattered the bones of me' upper arm, and made a sound louder than is imaginable until actually heard. Yes; rotten Mizz Fonda nailed me GOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD, so let me compensate as well as runt phlegm hate, with me' 5 numeration grouping now but please notice folks how it always happens 2 me on SUPER FLUCKING BOTBAR DAYS AND TIMES, when this witchbitch nails me right 2 the frucking goddamn ass wall, great peeps aldare, YO!!!!!! She never misses a trick!!!!!!
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Yes I was seriously desiring 2 get into the medical bizz me'self, and the search 2 locate the magical teen-queen was used 2 stop and thwart me' last efforts 2 live at least some type of a life containing some half decent level of comfortable retirement shortly thereafter as well, but alas, nothing ever works out 4 one wee tad little bit of good 4 poor pitiful non-Ronstadt whittle Mister (PPNR) bunt tapping Mountainpen, now does it ole' cold cruel goddamn weerlld aldare????????????????? Those doctor Carey snakes, also known as Eastern Diamond Rattler's, have a powerful venom, that when it is diluted; becomes, yes Doctor Carey, and ALL DOCTOR CAREY'S, 1964 and 20 years later on as well YO; that magical heart medication that is known by any and all medical staff the entire world over YO, “Digitalis”. So 2 quote the great and illustrious Mister Dennis Snyder here, “And that's just reality son”!!!!!!!
Now I am gonna' tell U all a few whittle goddessdog things that have nothing whatsoever 2 do with E-DI-Rattlers, Carey's magical “DIJ” as he called it so many times on great middle sixties television shows, and so forth. We R completely moving on and up now, along with the great and ever so damn illustrious Mister fictional also television show, GEORGE JEFFERSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS perhaps, and most definitely WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know the exact way that the monstrous evil and totally & completely illegal (B-D-HACK) works on me, FBI. It is done with what is called a KEY-WORM E-MAIL ATTACHMENT VIRUS. 4 under a grand, an enemy can e-mail anyone whom they don't like a very convincing 2-B benign general e-mail that most peeps will open up, and as soon as they do, kapow, with no way at all of ever knowing it, worms come into your system done 'digitally' and without any medicines or snakes or analog stuff involved here whatsoever. These little systems of zeros and ones go right 2 work 2 tell your computer that its controls R now also their controls, and even though they can C your system right through theirs on their monitor screen, U can only C your own and not theirs, sort of like in analog worlds, a one way mirror that most peeps know all about, and used mostly 4 purposes of interrogation. Whenever I am typing something that my enemies don't like enough 2 make them ILLEGALLY AND COVERTLY STOP ME, they simply go onto their keyboard, that is all connected in machine-mind binary code into mine, and click on my file prompt, then onto the document file name, and then click onto the 'CLOSE', and POW, it is absolutely no different than if I had just clicked those 3 things, and WEEEEEEE, off she goes in a total and sudden quick poof. I am no dummy. Most days when I know a blog will B hated, I now completely unplug me' Comcast modem so that they simply have no way of connecting up 2 me' damn system. Right now, only a complete moron idiotic imbecile would think that I am presently connected. When ready 4 posting up 2 the damn BDC site, I will plug the modular plug back into the back of me' Comcast modem, simple as that, Mister REDJOHN CIA-CODENAMED HENNINGSEN, sir. Diana is all around HER LITTLE BOY right now, as I speak-type this blog out at at 8:46 PM, in lovely colors all over me' residence area, and I love HER so vely much and SHE is really protecting HER whittle boy a lot; and SHE obviously knows only 2 damn ass well that I am in major need of HER great protection from me' nightmare WOMO-SPACEFORCE-MACYFORCE-TRUMPFORCE enemies from DOGTOWN (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL) (HELL)!!!!!!!!!! Thank U so much, beautiful LIGHTNING, U-R the love of me' life and U will always B and U have always been 2!!!!!!!!
I played 2 roulette games, and made an error on me' first game, a typo actually. It was 10 units less than I typed, and then on me' second game, I made 60 more units. I do not remember the exact number on game one, but the total 4 the day was just over 100 units. On RED $5 gaming level, that is 500 smacks. On double RED, it is a grand. On GREEN QUARTER or $25 level, it is a whopping doozie number of bucks YO weerlld, totaling 2,500 smackeroos. On the high roller black buck level it is 4 times the green quarter level, it would B an unfathomable ten grand just 4 two games of approximately just over 80 spins or a littler more than an hour and a half work plus drive time 2 and from the casinos. I have been on me' porch watching beautiful awesome LIGHTNING and the love of me' entire life 4 about a half hour or so. A plane began 2 screw with me around several minutes past 9 while outside on me' front porch, and my LIGHTNING struck a beyond giant gorgeous bolt all around his stinking rotten plane, and he did an immediate gigantic turn like nothing that I ever saw B-4 in me' entire life, circling back around and almost on top of me and then began heading over 2 the west, and rapidly sinking down; so I know he was gonna' land back at the airport. I haven't seen anything like this B-4, ever. Like 'WO'-WOW, and 'Mister Harner', along with the double 'WO' of the Nick@Nite TV-ad-spot lovely cereal girl from summer time 1994 during their great never 2-B repeated or at least not in this 21st century, “BLOCK PARTY SUMMER” shows that were beyond damn ass awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Friday nights were me' favorite, 3 straight back-2-back hours, 6 total shows, of old middle-late 1960's DRAGNET shows, one of the best television shows ever made, U go Sir Latengrate Jack Web. U GO, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW 2 THAT, HUH MISTER MACY??????????
Yes, the only way 2 explain the blog disappearing hack used on me when blogs R going beyond the enemy's comfort zone 4 whatever their reasons, as well as explain Y the blogs don't totally disappear out of the files entirely, is just what I told U all, a keyworm virus where the bringer can literally invisibly and quite damn covertly, sit at our computer right beside us and effect it in real time as well. Let me tell U all what may have caused this afternoon's death siege. Yes, good old ever reliable since August of 1986, ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY, what the hell else????? The Angel of Death, Sir Mortimer Mortino is now passing by me' left side at exactly 25 minutes past nine on this Wednesday evening of 20 September. What a pain in me' grassmole, things just never ever quit 4 me. What I'd flucking damn give 2 reverse the frucking polarity of this effect on me with this goddamn futhermucking 3,000 year old HUNTINGTON FAMILY CURSE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO GREAT PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, that never quitting nightmare nearly 4 decade old monster ICPE-APE-TECH deal, huh weerlld aldare???????? Here is what went Joe Sivo 1980-RPL 'DOWN' earlier this middle afternoon somewhere, according 2 me best efforts by watching some streaming news services at 6 PM, and as I told U wonderful awesome blogaudians that I would indeed B doing, YO BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Dow Jones stock market garbage was up at some point this afternoon right around 2 nearly 200 basis points. Suddenly it began 2 drop, and it finished the day off approximately close to 50 basis points, dropping close to 250 points. Now folks, 4 THISSSSSSSS 'WSMT' evil goddamn empire peeps; it is something that they R naught hearing, without fighting, by causing the PPNR Mountainpen 2 suffer with this horrific nightmare ICPE-APE-TECH parallel event death assault on me, until the goddamn flucking day that I perish physically from this Earth and end me' present time human identity of Mark Wayne Huntington Mountainpen Mohr. This will go on until I'm in me' mother frucking goddamn tomb, Thank the coins and coils (the gods) of Timeless-Purgatory however, that I had three decades of human present-me life WITHOUT THIS NIGHTMARE HELLISHNESS ALL AROUND ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO 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
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES CHARTS IN 2023
2023 ANNUAL, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:
DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B
8/12------224-------62----------------------28---X---7
8/13------225-------62----------------------28---X---8
8/14------226-------63----------------------28---X---9
8/15------227-------64--------------------28---X---10
8/16------228-------65----------------------29---X---1
8/17------229-------66----------------------29---X---2
8/18------230-------67----------------------29---X---3
8/19------231-------67----------------------29---X---4
8/20------232-------68----------------------29---X---5
8/21------233-------68----------------------29---X---6
8/22------234-------68----------------------29---X---7
8/23------235-------68----------------------29---X---8
8/24------236-------68----------------------29---X---9
8/25------237-------68--------------------29---X---10
8/26------238-------68--------------------29---X---11
8/27------239-------69--------------------29---X---12
8/28------240-------70--------------------29---X---13
8/29------241-------70--------------------29---X---14
8/30------242-------70--------------------29---X---15
8/31------243-------70--------------------29---X---16
9/01------244-------70--------------------29---X---17
9/02------245-------70--------------------29---X---18
9/03------246-------70----------------------28---X---1
9/04------247-------70----------------------28---X---2
9/05------248-------70----------------------28---X---3
9/06------249 -------70---------------------28---X---4
9/07------250-------70----------------------28---X---5
9/08------251-------71----------------------28---X---6
9/09------252-------71----------------------28---X---7
9/10------253-------72----------------------28---X---8
9/11------254-------72----------------------28---X---9
9/12------255-------72--------------------28---X---10
9/13------256-------72----------------------28---X---11
9/14------257-------72----------------------28---X---12
9/15------258-------72----------------------28---X---13
9/16------259 -------72----------------------28---X---14
9/17------260-------72-----------------------28---X---15
9/18------261-------72----------------------28---X----16
9/19------262-------72------------------------27---X----1
9/20------263-------73------------------------28---X----1
MONTH-#8, CLOSED OUT AT 26% MP4B.
MONTHS 8 AND 9, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:
DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B
8/12-------12-----0-----------------------0
8/13-------13-----0-----------------------0
8/14-------14-----1-----------------------7
8/15-------15-----2----------------------13
8/16-------16-----3----------------------19
8/17-------17-----4----------------------24
8/18-------18-----5----------------------28
8/19-------19-----5----------------------26
8/20-------20-----6----------------------30
8/21-------21-----6----------------------29
8/22-------22-----6----------------------27
8/23-------23-----6----------------------26
8/24-------24-----6----------------------25
8/25-------25-----6----------------------24
8/26-------26-----6----------------------23
8/27-------27-----7----------------------26
8/28-------28-----8----------------------29
8/29-------29-----8----------------------28
8/30-------30-----8----------------------27
8/31-------31-----8----------------------26
9/01--------1-----0-------------------------0
9/01-------1-----0--------------------------0
9/02-------2-----0--------------------------0
9/03-------3-----0--------------------------0
9/04-------4-----0--------------------------0
9/05-------5-----0--------------------------0
9/06-------6-----0--------------------------0
9/07-------7-----0--------------------------0
9/08-------8-----1------------------------13
9/09--------9-----1------------------------11
9/10-------10-----2-----------------------20
9/11--------11-----2----------------------18
9/12-------12-----2-----------------------17
9/13-------13-----2----------------------15
9/14-------14-----2----------------------14
9/15-------15-----2----------------------13----X----1
9/16-------16-----2----------------------13----X----2
9/17-------17-----2----------------------12----X----1
9/18-------18-----2-----------------------11----X----1
9/19-------19-----2-----------------------11----X----2
9/20-------20-----3-----------------------15----X----1
Magnesonic, it is time 4-U-2 strike back at the EMPIRE, with or without any jit eyes, Heitzmann lake assaults in 1972 summer time, lovely Princess Leah's, or HALLS magical damn licorice plant 1990 FAWCES, just pure immediate Reagan counterattack from this nightmare assault on me, YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCCCCCCCCCCC
Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my WOMO-SPACEFORCE SUBSKUMMITE ENEMIES, whom are VICIOUSLY PERSECUTING ME 4 NEARLY 4 STRAIGHT DAMN DECADES NOW, AND ON THIS PARTICULAR MAJOR HORRIBLE BOTBAR MONSTER DAY OF 20 SEPTEMBER EVER SINCE AWAKENING AROUND TWENTY PAST TWO THIS AFTERNOON, WITH ALL MANNER OF DEATH STRIKE ASSAULTS, AND FITTING EXACT PERFECT PATTERNS WITHOUT FAIL THAT ARE ALL A PART OF WHAT HAS BEEN NAMED BY YOUR CREATOR, ME, as 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.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND
S--------T--------O--------P.
I watched the streaming news service that re-plays the ABC World News hosted by Sir David Muir. As stated earlier on this blog, the cause 4 me' afternoon death assault strike on me today is most likely the suddenly dropping DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES WALL STREET STOCK MARKET. It was way up then crashed a wee tad bit down 2 close at a goddamn loss, despite the FEDS not raising the interest rates 2 curb the necessary otherwise out of control inflation that I don't 4 one goddamn second here, believe is getting that much better. We in the technical chart world, call this the lightning curve swing, as in the quick turn-move from a major direction, and then the famous switch back, and returning right back in the original direction, after what is also sometimes called, the foolers change curve. We don't hear lots of those old seventies terms, I never forget stuff however, no naught ever, no how no nothing, Mizz Blake and Mizz Ross!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Time 2 punch my WOMO enemies right in their goddamn ugly diseased solar plexus areas, Mister Houdini, oh sir. They won't wanna' hear me telling them thissssssss, oh lovely Mizz Luccisnakes, any more than Mister Atlantic City John King wanted 2-B hearing me tell him that early September day in 1996 that I may naught even B going 2 the beach, and he simply WASN'T DAMN ASS HEARING IT, OKAY, OKAY, OKAY??????????? We all know or should have figured out what was what, so in case someone out here has naught, Mizz Blake from 1983, I will now quickly make an insert here, YO BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!! HE ALREADY OBVIOUSLY AND ABSOLUTELY KNEW BETTER. He knew exactly who I was, all about me' fantastic wild unfathomable search 2 find mystical Almighty PINK GODDESS SSJKK 'SARAH', and he knew beyond one tiny wee tad little bit of any shadow of doubt, that I was no more gonna' go 2 a casino than I was gonna' go 2 DOGTOWN. He knew that I was headed straight 4 THE GODDESSDOG BEACHES OF GOOD OLE' WONDERFUL ILLUSTRIOUS ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gee, did I weelwee need 2 tell most of U out here, THAT, oh lovely and ultra talented great daughter??????????? But back 2 the 'CALL TEN' VERIZON SHOW, of all great non-braggadocio stuff EVERYWHERE, if we shall now, oh brown eyed cow-LEO, & not Margie from 1985; no naught that LEO, oh U awesome great fwolks aldare, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes now 4 that wild stomach blow right smack dab into the enemies bodies that will make their night just about as rotten 2 the goddamn ass core as they made this horrible damn ass day 4 me today, like they give a Trump-Winn, huh U awesome Philly paper news reporters from 1984 somewhere thereabouts. JEEZ-LOUISE Surfer Fontana Ferini, oh marvelous and super well dressed sir, at least on that television show, “L&O”. Like beyond mega-WOW!!!!!!! As many of U know, the enemies use parallel event on me and have done so in order 2 make 4 things work out 4 them and of course, simultaneously B absolutely beyond rock chucking disastrous 4 poor ole' pitiful pathetic me, the Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is persecuting me when they want the Phillies 2 lose, when they want the Flyers 2 win, and they want the DJIA markets 2 endlessly keeping major climbing and rising, via using this invisible covert and definitely beyond illegal cheat of ICPE-APE-TECH. But they have one more, right Mister Winnjoint of Vegas, and then of course formerly in the eighties, up in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG???????? They learned 2 play records or today we will just say MUSIC through their public address system 'PA', that they absolutely know I hate, either the song or the artist, and 4 very good logical reasons. They know more about me in those block plucking casino joint houses than I most likely know about myself, and this is no exaggeration, as we all know that the head Librarian of Congress B-4 the one in that position currently, knew more about me and my family situation, and all of its very dark closeted secrets; than I do. There is absolutely no other reason 4 her going half nuts about and I quote her from late in 2007, “that little yellow sheet of paper”, and on it were some song lyrics on the tune from 1910 that I wrote as Adolf Hitler 4 lovely Sara J. Karge of Trenton, NJUSAESMWG, called, the “KARGE WALTZ”, actually it was a musical collaboration work between the great wonderful super talented Mister Johann Strauss and me'self, and whose name I may have misspelled here. I never talk about me' most recent life, it is just way 2 goddamn futhermucking dangerous 2 do so, quite damn obviously folks. Nowhere in recorded history is anyone aware of just how we met, the wild stuff that happened, and so much more, history has blanked out the few damn clues so that nobody will ever B able 2 put it together as anything beyond the deranged ravings of lunatic Mountainpen, just as it was meant 2-B, and yes, U guessed it, U know it Mister Kent and Mister Olson, U know it, YO!!!!!!!! Just as in this present and current lifetime or sequence of dreams as me now, Mark Wayne Mohr. Not a soul will listen 2 me. No one will believe me about this wild character named Sara J. Karge. No one listens or believes now either. Same magical wild pink goddess, both THEN as well as NOW, right ole' weerlld? But rather than go on and on, and no U evil hackers out there, naught GO ON AN DON, but go on and on, these casinos think they can make me lose by playing their songs real loud at me through their PA-systems, as they did many many times, and especially that one magical HALLOWEEN AFTERNOON IN THE YEAR OF 1983, 10-31-1983, and just six weeks or so after their great star and me' awesome Diana in human form, came there one night after visiting her Motown pal Sir Stevie, uptown at the Resorts H-C, and again I can go on forever, so Y bother even trying 2 tell all of this beyond gargantuan and super HUUUUUUUGE story; when I need rather 2 just tell this deal about their cheating me, with their parallel event public address system, now called by the PPNR Mountainpen, the PEPACS and pronounced simply as PEE-PACKS, so here goes: Hey YO, let these diseased slits use their damn PEE-PACKS all they wish 2 and some of the extra smarties out there R already ahead of me' keyboard, but no, U ain't ahead of me' thoughts, so don't even go there in your wildest awesome fantasies, YO great folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I simply will go 2 these places and write down all of the numbers that match coming out more than their normal 38:1 or 37:1 at single zero tables, whenever they use the PEE-PACKS persecutions on me, YO great weerlld, YO!!!!!!!!!!! C how easy that was. This was probably their last ace and trump cards in their deck of Mountainpen miseries card decks. Well, throw your flock ducking cards right smack dab into the trash cans U covert-mobster joint owners. Actually, I know peeps who now say the entire bizz world is one huge NEW AGE MOB, AND ESPECIALLY WALL STREET NOW IS ONE AND THE SAME WITH THE MOB, using that word in whatever way anyone feels happy 2 do. It can take on a lot of meanings, just as can octoastral official namings under MILLIONTH COUNCIL LAW, or at least in the capitol province of Olympia. My human world memory is not giving me an accurate knowledge or awareness here, of whether other provinces have this same exact octonaming system. Still, 2007, daughters, and octonaming all aside here; me' simple whittle pernt here, Sir Archibald Bunkerqueens is simply thissssssss, oh lovely Mizz Erica Luccisnakes:!!!!!!!!! I simply plan 2 make a list of numbers that become magnetized as a parallel event 4 coming up more often during times of their goddessdog casino PEPACS persecutions. Simple as goddessdamn that, peeps. They simply cannot defeat me, and remember, I never am greedy, so if I need 2 lose on purpose a wee tad bit more, then I will. If I need 2 stay on double or triple nickle level in gaming monies, then I will, and so on and so forth, YO me' BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I ain't gonna' B making a career out of this. I only want enough so as 2-B able 2 invest in a couple of small money making businesses and buy some annuities, and then sit back and live comfortably. I am naught trying 2-B the next flucking ass billionaire, YO weerlld aldare (world out there)!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just got hit with a strange hack that rarely comes, and is called the (Line Unable-HACK), simply meaning' here, and without any daughters, names, or meanings, or 2007 wild blogs or messages 4 lovely Mizz Karen Simons, and the sister of Camden County, NJUSAESMWG Sheriff Simons; no sir, no mah'm; I am being stopped from creating a divider paragraph line, it just doesn't work 4 whatever the hacked flucking ass reasons. What I've yet 2 get into and deeply explore with all of U marvelous viewers/ Blogaudian peeps out there in CYBERVILLE, or in the future using the GALANET and scanning back, which if U ask any scientist will tell U is absolutely within possibility, it just won't work in the other direction unless we get into stuff so horrible that I refuse so let us stop there or the military will kidnap me and force me 2 talk in case a foreign power gets at me first, as some things R not allowed in 2023 or even in 2203 because it could make our entire solar system just poof out of existence in a heartbeat, and that is 2 much power 4 this planet's civilization 2 handle as a TYPE-0 system. But yes, we can scan back, not ahead, as that would involve looking into the opposite side of the big bang blow out, and this is only done now in what U mortals all love 2 call and even insist on calling, DREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I may have said way 2 goddamn much already, as many peeps who read these words R naught dummies by any stretch of the sixth dimension (mind)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes what I have yet 2 get into here is about the one way of preventing the Mountainpen from EVER PROFITING IN ANYTHING, and thus keeping a magical biblical system going that only top divinity school grads here will even have a tiny whittle clue 2 just what these words here mean. If I get 2 deeply into this, my life won't B worth an ugly flucking nickel, forget about a pretty one, YO. It is along the lines of an old 1983 summer time discovery that I tried 2 share with other mortals, sort of in the same way that 14 years later almost 2 the goddamn day in early hot July, speaking of Diana's human world friends from the great motor city, Sir Stevie; and again, just as with Mister Atlantic City John King, nobody was hearing it, and the reason Y is actually quite goddamn simple folks. It goes 2 far over any mortal human connectedness from 6-D, or over their heads in other words, no matter who they may B. Simply put, if I bet on RED at a casino roulette wheel, during a time of my needing 2 lose, 4 purposes of cosmic proportions; the number would come out either house vig or black. BUTTERCHEESE and yes BUTT, big ass or no big ass, BUTT and yes peeps, BUT; I can make U all a promise and a guarantee and the only thing that I cannot do is tell U how I can do that, but I promise U that at those times, if I could actually go back through time physically which no one can in a '4-5-D intraflux' quantum foam reality, and re-bet, this time betting on BLACK, the wheel would spin through the same separation in space-time-mind, that would absolutely guarantee me a win, only guess what; it would come out as either HOUSE VIG or RED, and it would ABSOLUTELY LOSE 4 ME. Now it is time 2 tell U-Y it would. The event of a player making a bet in normal STM reality, is EVENT-A. The event of the wheel stopping on one of the 37 or 38 little slot areas with numbers on them and also in normal STM reality, is EVENT-B. There R times such as biblical prophets telling what will happen 2 the mortal world program of the Planet Earth events, and written into our BIBLES as true historical accounts, that of course 4 the most part R not all able 2-B completely verified 4 their accuracy, but still; most peeps who ever attended Sunday School and all peeps who have graduated from decent and legitimate divinity schools of recognized faiths; have been made aware of biblical repetitive sayings that go, “And this happened so as 2 fulfill the prophecy of”----and it would then go on with whatever, as there R nearly countless such events in recorded biblical texts. In my example with betting on roulette colors of BLACK or RED, producing the potential life altering realities based on the results of the spot the wheel lands on and thus causing a bet 2 either B lost, or paid in double or nothing, or a 'one to one' payout, as the gambler expression so goes, where a player's bet is then doubled, so if U had bet 10 bucks and U lose, then U lose it, and if U win, then since U bet 10, U get 10 more, simple as goddamn that. Now making the bet is always EVENT-A, and the result of the number that pops in when the play is over each spin of the wheel, is EVENT-B, and again peeps, it's as simple as that, YO. But what ain't simple is just Y-I now am claiming that there R indeed some 'magical times' perhaps 4 all of us and definitely many times 4 me, and I can only legitimately speak 4 me of course; I ain't GOD. Coins and coils have taught me a lot of stuff, but hey, we all know that I ain't GOD, in fact I ain't even slob-God on the boardwalk, and standing near the railing, on one of earring wearing Joanie's middle nineties rock videos, YO weerlld, and yes Mike Soft Spellchecker, it is absolutely WEEEEDEEEEEEKAWUSS, U got that one right on the goddessdog money, I was gonna' say right on the loot, but when we talk about goddessdog, we would need 2 then change the spelling a wee tad bit here, and make that read, right on the lute; and maybe even add in here, HER awesome sounding magical astral-enzemeter. But back on pernt here peeps, this magical cosmic-time point that does indeed happen 2 me and on numerous occasions also may I add in here; what must WIN or LOSE has absolutely nothing at all whatsoever 2 do with the roulette outcome colors of RED and BLACK. It is however, simply all about whether Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr is in one of those 3,000 year old prophecy points of ASTRAL-GODS-MAGIC, whereby if I win and my life is altered in an improved way, it then violates the Huntington Curse, and this is simply naught permitted. So whatever I bet on, pow, it MUST COME OUT THE OPPOSITE WAY. It just MUST, that's the ballgame folks. So taking what I discussed in numerous 2007 blogs from back at the MMM park in Mullica Township, NJUSAESMWG, owned by Mizz Jenny Plageman, trailer #10 at 3100 South Jewelly White Horse Pike; regarding MOTIVE-GOAL SOFTWARE PROGRAMS 4 usage in PC computer systems as well as future computing devices of any and or all kinds; and we simply raise the technological level here 2 the Elon Musk totally aware SSJKK upline programmer (Pink Goddess), or Federal Congressman and once me' musical associate-pal Bob Andrews, “WHATEVER”, as he loved 2 say over and over again and all of the time; and we now C only so plainly and completely that even all of our space-time-mind systems R of course quite easily re-programmable by the programmer, PINK GODDESS, and thus, is how SHE can keep me endlessly down and in sub-poverty, thus fulfilling the prophecies and the great ASTRAL GAME known as mortally, “SALVATION”!!!!!!!! Our over 2,000 year old CARPENTER FAMILY later 2 become evolved and biologically branched into the great royal northern Stuart branches and still later on, into the great American historical HUNTINGTON FAMILY, as this is indeed a founding father's family, and Mister Samuel Huntington is indeed, me' 7th grand-pappy, YO weerlld, and no Verizon, I ain't bragging, just tellin' as it is, YO! Is the sun bragging by flucking shinning so brilliantly 4 several billions of years straight, YO BRRRRRRRRRR????????? When I tell U that in 1983, LIGHTNING TOLD ME that if I break out of this poverty curse, there would B cosmic disaster; I refused 2 believe what SHE had insisted with me was absolute perfect one-hundred percent TRUTH. Then when I did eventually C the horrors behind this waking nightmare, I tried several times, 3 in fact; 2 share this with mortals who were closest 2 me. My mother who gave me physical life in me' present-me personality, my original thought 2-B pal, Mister Jim Burr, and then even my real pal, Mister Dave Roth. None of these 3 peeps would even begin 2 take it seriously, and one day my mom insisted that Diana is just teasing U, Mark; her exact words back in 1988. I of course knew totally futhermucking better, YO WEERLLD!!!!! U would have 2-B me and living in me' life and walking years and decades in me' goddamn shoes, YO folks. Then U would know it is all real and that me' lovely LIGHTNING was naught teasing me, oh Mizz Blake, mah'm!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I would stand at wheels that any pro gambler would have 2 agree with me on, not counting the green number house-vig here, just 50-50 outside bets of R-B-O-E-L-H, and I got endless strings of losses and never ever did I get strings of wins, and then on top of that, I got strings of losses many times that would B in the billions of one chance against the possibility of such a string happening, and then that one time on Halloween Day in 1983 at Winn's diseased joint, the GNHC; where I lost 32 straight 50-50 bets, this tells a person something, and then where was it right around those times when in A WILD AND MAJOR INCREDIBLE DREAMING INTERACTION, I AM WITH LIGHTNING, and SHE tells me, right after coming through the roof and striking the '27' on the roulette layout at my table, “That's my number little boy, number 27”, and if U do the math on basic probabilities and double the odds against losing more than once, or winning as it works in both directions, and so a string of wins or losses 6 times has odds of 64:1, and when U get up into more than 15 or 20 the numbers go power-ballish 4 crissake. But 32 times. Put me under oath, any prosecutor, FBI, anyone, I will tell this story under pain and penalty of perjury, any time and anywhere; because if I said anything other than these damn ass words, then I would B ready 2-B carted off 2 jail 4 lying 2-U. This is all true, absolute 100 percent true and real, it all happened, it all went goddamn flucking down, Mister 1980 RPL-Sivo, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is a ton more 2 discuss, and me' pernt 4 just today is thissssssss, oh lovely Mizz Luccisnakes. I know that certain things must happen because the great Almighty LORDESS SARAH STACEY (JEHOVAH-NEECY) KRASSLE says that they must, simple as damn ass that, YO WEERLLD!!!!!!!!! But if I have 2 suffer this bad, I WANT IT ALL ON THE GODDAMN HUMAN RECORD, hence these goddamn blogs, YO ME' BRO!!!!!!!!!!
Awesome Sam, my maintenance man at the great Highview Apartment, at my second stay there, in the middle 90's, as opposed 2 the first time there in the middle 80's; told me that he saw a giant beyond white hot gorgeous goddess, who I absolutely know now had 2 have been the one and only Atlantic City resident back then in June of 1996, Mizz PAULA KING; and she came up 2 me' 3rd floor apartment on Kent Street, number 2-D, and she had her way with me yet again and left me with absolutely no memories, other than I knew that something beyond wild had happened 2 me, yet again, and in me' own goddamn so-called safe dwelling as all English noblemen know and knew only so damn ass well throughout all of the historical ages from midevel and Renaissance times right through 2 this very day and hour that this blog will post up soon, and that is that our home is our castle, only in my case, I guess it is always HER KRASSLE-castle simultaneously, as I am HER upline THAT-BOY. If U were half the man that U pretend 2-B Mister Mask, U would contact me, as I could tell U stuff that would make U the world's first quadrillionaire, but I need U-2 make a deal with me and help me end this horrendous mother flucking 3,000 YEAR OLD HUNTINGTON CURSE, as only U would at least B able 2 attempt because U know my situation is real. I have had encounters with extremely powerful peeps who've led me 2 believe that U know all about Lester who is our so-called 'DEVIL', all about SSJKK, our great ALMIGHTY OOO-GOD transcendent because SHE is an UPLINE ENTITY, existing far out beyond HER thought wave signal that we all R only a part of, YO. Naturally we needed 2 yet again add a new word into me' POOR RICHARD-RUSS ALMANAC, 'quadrillionaire'. Boy oh boy oh boy, Uncle Billy, and Uncle FAA Pomona Admiral; from any and all years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted at two minutes past one AM, on September 21st.
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Diana has been around off and on all day, all last night, and even yesterday once arriving home from me' errands. SHE is beyond beautiful, naturally. LIGHTNING; I cannot thank U enough 4 being with me, U awesome gorgeous white hot baby-blond Olympian girl, U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Your little boy loves U far beyond what any human speech would ever B capable of explaining 2-U, great goddess. Tell the Apostle Paul that I ask of him 2 please not say anything bad about U, he just didn't totally understand it all when he said those things in his ACTS in the Bible-Book. WOW-THAT wonderful baby-blond!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My roofers R working in spite of the weather conditions. At least they should B through somewhere around the end of this week by doing it this way. Who knows, one of them could even meet a beautiful blond astral teenager, WO Mister Harner, WO, and lovely 1994 cereal girl as well.
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WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and yes lovely awesome Queen-Kate from 1997, absolutely quite darn WEEEEDEEEEEEKAWUSS, big ass time, but still, “U GO GIRL” and tell 'LETTY' should U ever run into her, I said, “HEY GIRL”, as this truly means something quite large 2 her, YO Kate! Me' best 2 Unk Admiral from the FAA 2, YO!
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9/15------258-------72----------------------28---X---13
9/16------259 -------72----------------------28---X---14
9/17------260-------72-----------------------28---X---15
9/18------261-------72----------------------28---X----16
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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 AND RUTHLESSLY ATTACKING ME AND HAS WRECKED AND WIPED OUT MY ENTIRE LIFE SINCE AUGUST OF 1986. TODAY'S ASSAULTS WERE MAJOR MEDICALLY RELATED, WIPE OUT WHOEVER IS MESSING WITH MY BLOG COUNT SYSTEM AT BDC, WIPE OUT ALL HARASSERS OF MY HEALTH AND UTILITIES OF MOST RECENT SEPTEMBER-2023 TIMES, AND SCAN FROM THIS PRESENT DATE OF 19 SEPTEMBER AT JUST SHY OF ONE AM. YOU WILL BE SCANNING FOR ALL OF MY WOMO-SPACEFORCE ENEMIES, THAT ARE 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, 37 goddamn years ago to this very day; 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.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND
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Boy oh boy oh boy Uncle Billy and Frank Capra sirs; my life is anything but movie-wonderful, not otherwise associated or comparable in any tiny way with that of Sir ultra talented now Latengrate old-Hollywood actor, Mister James Stuart. Those fascinating by so many people, “two first non-security guard Christian names”, huh world??????
2 OF ME' SONGS ARRANGED BY T-G, R CAPPED IN BELOW, FROM THE ILLUSTRIOUS UNITED STATES COPYIGHT OFFICE
No great wonderful viewer-people; the Mountainpen is neither a FAKE nor a PHONY, and U can even ask distant-cousin DJT. Of course just what he will tell U is anybody's endless best guests-guess, right along with the mighty Pink Sky Goddess!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW THAT HUUUUUUUGE STUFF, huh Senator Sanders, SIR?????????
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Mister Crane;
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER 1971 MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER 1971 MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER 1971 MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER 1971 MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER 1971 MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER 1971 MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER 1971 MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have quite a 'doozie-whopper' story 2 tell today, oh wonderful Sir-'President Barrack Obama', and it goes like thissssssss, oh lovely Mizz Erica Luccisnakes:
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IF I DIDN'T KNOW BETTER, I WOULD ABSOLUTELY SWEAR THAT SOMEONE SCANNED BACK THROUGH A LUN-SAT GALANET SIGNAL SYSTEM AND POSTED MISSES MARCUCCI HAVING A CUPAJOE WITH MISSES MAROLA, ME' ESS-COOLEY HALL EDUCATOR, AND OF COURSE THE HUBBY OF MISSES M WAS ALSO ME' SPECIAL-EDUCATOR, AND AS WE ALL KNOW FROM MORIANITY, SPECIAL, IN WAY MORE WAYS THAN JUST BEING AT A SUPPOSEDLY SPECIAL-ED SCHOOL HUH WORLD?
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER MIKE MCNULTY, SIR.
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JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE-LOUISE, SIR FONTANA!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE-LOUISE, SIR FONTANA!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE-LOUISE, SIR FONTANA!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE-LOUISE, SIR FONTANA!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE-LOUISE, SIR FONTANA!
This talk between Mowry and me was all about my nightmares with lights not going on and not being awake, and the whole damn 27 feet of it ever since me' goddamn teenaged times and the unfathomable nightmares that I had concerning just this thing during me' days of Patricia Hollister, Jim Burr and Atlantic City 'DADA' alchemist dude, of those beaches right there, where Ziggy and Patty, and the entire mess, all seemingly is stemming from!!!!!!!!!!! I will bust your brains later on, & IPYT! So B ready 2 get blown right off of your seats, great peeps out here, and it is way 2 damn big 2 begin when coming off of BOTBAR TIMES 3, opening up at 3-3-GLMA, dropping a flucking full point down 2 a 2-2-GLMA, AND WITH LIFE AT A REAL DAMN TOTAL NIGHTMARE POINT RIGHT NOW, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO FOLKS! All U need 2 hear right now is that trip that day 2 Academy Road's exit off of Interstate-95, over 2 GRANT AVENUE and the magic lab-tech's place, is all so major that it is beyond that wonderful BLUEBOOK SHOW that was aired on one of the great cable-TV channels and is on APP stream systems that is on me' ROKU-TV system still today. PRIVECODE is completely & fully wrapped up in this; and only because I purchased that PRIVECODE, was I ever able, despite all of my mom's best non buying efforts 2 keep me' kid from me forever, 2 come 2 know about the great SCYLLA-humanly speaking of course. “THE END”, Katy!!!! Pwobwum YO, is that my story never ever ends, and now I shall begin, that is, with stuff all pertaining 2 this magical date of 40 years ago on this 19th of September, involving the love of my life, LIGHTNING, so by the gods, here we GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, great and awesome illustrious United States © Copyright Office, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yesterday was the 18th of September, and three days after Doris Plum Evil-Witch of 1979 DAY, and her miserable never ever forgotten, “fifdeeeenth” of the month. I was leaving her broom closet joint aniwho, oh weerlld, but she gave me her shores-hit just 4 the sake of effect, I would suppose, seeing this now in RHV (reflected hindsight view). I just wanted 2 clear that little deal up 4-U, YO BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA, Mister Mike McNulty, sir.
Oh those wuvwee frikkin' disco years, huh all Len's?
Yes folks, I had some bad nightmares last night B-4 getting up and phoning the doctors office 2-C-Y-I never had received their normal appointment confirmation call. They claimed later on when arriving there that they called me on DORIS PLUM DAY, and left me two messages. I never received either one of these calls on either one of me' two telephones, house phone and cellular phone. Either someone is lying 2 me or the technology is being endlessly messed with as it many times is, oh wonderful FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION OF THE USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then shortly after disco had died, speaking of such things as above; we have several of me' nightmare waking life stories, that R naturally all a part of good old rotten & diseased ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG; and this all pertains 2 the title on this blog, or is some of it, and by no means all of it; as so far as pertaining 2 my awesome BABY-BLOND LIGHTNING GODDESS, in HER TRUE REALITY OF THE PLANCK-TIME (the Astral-Plane). But let me finish out the medical junk and then I will get back 2 the main part of the blog, also B-4 doing this of course, let me also add in a few quick other parts and pieces of yesterday, the 18th. I wasn't even going 2 go 2 the doctor and thought that he no longer was practicing after hearing a recorded message at both of his practice locations saying that the provider is not accepting any calls. This wouldn't B my first doctor 2 simply vanish on me very mysteriously and cause me tons of immediate & out of the blue woe-whiz-me hassles and nightmare pwobwems, YO! In 2000, the death of my long time family doctor was my first bad experience, and there have been several medical disasters in me' life that need not all B addressed on this or maybe on any of me' blogs of Mountainpen, YO weerlld!!!!!!!!! I did go over and am glad that I did, as they were there and acted like I was crazy 4 all of this. Another famous and quite flucking endless deal such as this, U know, it is always me, I am either always simply the BAD GUY TIMES 1000 or I am just some deranged nut or the person who is causing the problem and nobody even knows what the goddamn truck I'm even talking about, U know, SOSO-WEIN-SSDD, (same old same old, what else is new, same stuff on a different day), with stuff being of course better said as SHKIT, and without the goddamn more polite letter of 'K' in the middle of the word, YO BRO! Hey, I had 2 go out anyway, so Y not go over there, and now I am glad I did or Idabin the one in trouble yet they or someone, as always, wronged me, and then made me feel the idiot after all is said and done, and this is a major recurring event in the goddessdog life of the PPNR-Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!! U all know this only 2 well, by now or by later, either way, huh ole' pal Mister Islander-Joel of 1978!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes me' errands were all taken care of yesterday, and I will break down what happened 4 any possibly interested party. I went first 2 me' bank 2 pay me' bills, and check 2-C if a payment got made 2 the Credit-One Bank, as one of me' credit card bills, and me' payment, as many times they do; overlapped, and I verified that they were paid in full. Then it was off 2 me' library 2 borrow some movie-DVD's on me' library account, and I had a nice talk with some peeps there and about this blog and the comment count problems, and hopefully will get this resolved B-4 the week is out, but hey, if not; then it will B just one more legitimate gripe 4 me' eventual legal case against the horrendous WSMT enemies, YO. So B-4 we get into the details that pertain 2 the title of this blog, let me tell U that a month ago or less, I had a nice cleaning lady clean me' shower that I am unable 2 clean due 2 extremely bad knees. This is a Humana medical service called 'PAPA'; and I was told 2 use Clorox Bleach every time I finish my daily shower, U know; 2 take a spray bottle, and simply spray inside the shower area, on the floor mat, on the tile walls, on the curtain, and on the water controls, keeping mold from being able 2 grow and live anywhere inside there. 4 absolutely no reason whatsoever, my spray bottle broke, and it simply won't spray anymore. It is full of liquid, as I have 3 refill gallons of Clorox in me' bathroom closet, and me' spray bottle, only it busted, and no, I ain't 'wheetahded' YO. I know that spray bottles have a little square nozzle that can B turned from on 2 off, and it is not on the off part, and I tried both ways in case 4 whatever the reason, it may just work in the opposite switched setting, but as me' kid may have said 22 years ago or so, “NO DICE”, and with or without any giant right crosses or lovely bells or Labelle women being in any way whatsoever involved in this, YO BREEEEEEEE!!! Now this bottle broke two or three days ago, and I had a new spray bottle on me' list 2 purchase, at me' local Dollar Tree Store, 4 a buck 35 with tax included, on me shopping list; and planned 2 get it on what I called, Medical-Day, as I had 2-C me' PCP dock and I am 2 damn ass poor 2 waste gasoline going on errands all the time, so I figure out days 2 go and then errand-routes, in order 2 save money on fuel. When U-R on a limited tiny ass fixed income, U learn 2 scrimp and save every goddamn ass dollar that U can, YO folks, YO!!!!!!!! So what happens when I need 2 have this, so mold doesn't get a chance 2 grow in me' flucking goddessdog shower? Well, 4 any of me' Blogaudians out here who follows the news on any regular basis, U all know what happened, right? Some other hacker has hit me personally again, right folks? First I talk about ATLANTIC CITY AND VEGAS, then kapow, they hit the casinos with that hack. Then upon needing a bottle of Clorox spray, and again with another kapow, and now it is impossible 2 buy any, due 2 yet another flucking ass computer hack job. So tell me folks, and in all honesty here; what do U believe the mathematical odds, 4 this 2-B a double coincidence working against me here, and just at a goddamn pure random chance, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO????? Let me tell U what my math knowledge tells me based on complex multiple factors such as the weird breaking of the spray-bottle 2 begin with, then the incident with the hack, and then the blogging about me' going 2 Atlantic City or Las Vegas 2 the casinos as opposed 2 using some online roulette account, and by plugging in numerous factors involved here and also being generous and giving credit more 2 things just being coincidental and not some wild transdimensional metaversal astral ass conspiracy against me under this 3,000 year old HUNTINGTON CURSE; and the odds still came out as one 2 approximately 1.74009563 times ten 2 the exponent-power of 15. Quadrillions 2 one against it being any possible coincidence, in other words, and believe me when I say that I was being generous 2 the doubters when plugging in all of the related parameters 4 doing this mathematical equation. Now shall we proceed onto the junk pertaining 2 the title of this blog, oh wonderful awesome peeps out there?
B-4 we start this, every day now just about 4 the past week or so has flirted with BOTBAR figures during some part of the day normally closer 2 the opening as opposed 2 later on towards crash-time. BUTTERCHEESE yes Starburn interdimensional food products and kids; and also magical cities and other transdimensional kids, and so on and so forth Mister Microsoft Corporation Spellchecker system SIR; BIG ASS BUTT-but folks, the days manage 2 all legitimately, and so far; BOUNCE BACK 2 a slightly OVER-BOTBAR-CLOSE-OUT, YO PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!! B-4 beginning this blog, I closed out this day 4 purposes of me' life charts at a rounded up 2-2-GLMA. At best, these parameters were about one and five ninths. Still, it was yet one more in my most recent NON-BOT string of days, so Mizz lovely Star Trek-TNG-Gynan, “WHOOOOOOPPPEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U all know I'm quite sure, that I was a definite BOTBUR yesterday moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, when thinking that again, I had lost me' damn doctor. Still, all negatives considered here, there were positives. LIGHTNING has visited me a couple of times, late last night and early this morning, and although half a dozen miles or so in the distance off 2 me' east over the ocean somewhere, HER colors were scrumptious and ravishing and luscious, and HER inter-cloud bolts were so incredibly gorgeous and brilliantly colored, mostly bright orange and purple with some pinks and whites, and greens, and yellows all mixed and swirling in the distant clouds, and on a continuous flashy basis just as lots of summer time heat-lightning tends 2 do upon rare occasions when more in the cloud bolts R up in the skies as opposed 2 CG-blots (cloud-2-ground) as labeled by our wonderful meteorologists. Also since I didn't have 2 trudge through the major hassles of changing primary care doctors yet again peeps, this was a positive, and hopefully getting some help on my blogging problems also, that was a positive, so all stuff considered and weighed together meant that I could close me' life-charts, a rounded-up-2-2 day, YO great awesome peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and yes lovely Mizz 1997, NAUGHT 1987 as is so often hack-typed, QUEEN-KATY, absolutely positively, completely as well as most definitely and totally damn ass WEEEEDEEEEEEKAWUSS as well, so U go girl!!!!!!!!!!
So allow me 2 tell the record as well as me' wonderful page-viewer (Blogaudians) here, just a wee tad bit, 2 quote the lovely Mizz Patricia H-H-Hollister from 1974; about some of the stuff that LIGHTNING HAS DONE 4 HER LITTLE BOY, over these past 40 years of mortal world Earth-Planet time, & JUST SO SOME OF U HAVE A GENERAL IDEA AS 2-Y HER LITTLE BY, ME, LOVES HER SO GODDESS DARN MUCH, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO WEERLLD!!!!!! It began in 1983 and 40 years ago today when in HER human form, SHE came 2-C me at the GNHC in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. U know the story about security officer Sir Brian at the gate house, and so Y bother rehashing any more of it? We will simply move onward now, with lots more stuff explaining many of the incredible events done by LIGHTNING 4 HER little boy, as SHE loves 2 'call me', and with or without the magical IMMC-InterDigital PRIVECODE MACHINE of late 1982, (International Mobile Machines Incorporated). SHE showed me dozens of formulas, She showed me endless ways 4 us 2 communicate electronically using simple landline telephones and basic inexpensive electronic equipment that was able 2-B purchased at any local Radio Shack store. SHE went onto engage in a major warning system as my enemies began 2 grow and perhaps resulting from my communicating with an 'alien' as they may have considered HER 2 in fact B. That warning system was the utility company connected outdoor street light system, B it in large parking lots, or just one single street light near a building or a home or a job site, or anywhere at all. If suddenly, these lights were turned on in bright daylight, or shut off when in the darkness of night, this meant one simple thing, 2 quote me' awesome lovely and beyond hot DIANA. This meant DANGER & MAJOR TROUBLE 4 the future Mister PPNR-Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!! SHE did it continuously, day in day out, year in year out, and after me' new pal in late 1985, Mister David Charles Roth, had witnessed this 4 himself, and shortly thereafter began 2 realize beyond any possible doubt, that Diana and I, indeed were absolutely in communication with each other; he was beyond amazed, and unlike all other peeps in me' life, rather than run away from me in utter fear, he was somewhere between flabbergasted, amused, and Thaxton-Marcucci MIND BLOWN at C-SQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But there is a lot more involved and this can all wait 4 later times since it just is not a part of the story that I am telling on this particular blog today, YO folks. One night shortly after meeting Dave Roth and we were both still working as security personnel at different locations and different companies 4 the most part other than on a couple of rare occasions where we did work together at one post, perhaps 3 out of 20 times in the years of our friendship between late 1985 and the time of his murder and death in early 2002; and at one particular location, I was working in early 1990 while living at 1102 Robin Hill Apartments and the 3rd and final stay at the Robin Hill complex; with a company called, FIRM SECURITY, a tiny little fly by night mom and pop crappy place. They had placed me onto an extremely dangerous work site, without SO MUCH AS EVEN TELLING ME OF THE SITUATION, so as 2 get a guard there, and this was of course, 100 PERCENT ABSOLUTELY FUTHERMUCKING ILLEGAL, 2 put it kindly & politely, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was completely clueless that they had placed me into a striking situation where a violent bunch of angry workers would show up there on Monday morning, as I was the weekend man at this one guard post, and told nothing whatsoever about it leaving me totally goddamn unprepared. When the men came in on that Monday morning, I was cursed at with words that I never even knew existed, and threatened, and humiliated, treated beyond vulgarly and horrendously, and nothing that I said or did could appease these angry sicko violent nut job workers who appeared outside of the gate and I had 2 open this gate 4 some of the non striking workers, and things got quite brutal 4 me, and this was a lousy minimum wage job position, and in those days in early 1990, it was paying whatever the federal minimum wage was; somewhere around between 4 and 5 an hour. I don't even remember this now, YO peeps. Now as stated, this was a job from midnight until 8 AM, and it began Saturday midnight, and then my 2nd night there ended at 8 on Monday morning. LIGHTNING knew all about this horrible deal that HER LITTLE BOY had been thrust into, and peeps, SHE didn't futhermucking like it one wee tad whittle goddessdog bit, YO!!!!!!!!!! IPYT. SHE did something HUUUUUUUGE 2 warn me, Senator Sanders SIR; and so allow, or Uncle Banker Heinz Gottwald 'PERMIT' me now, 2 tell U just what this was, YO great sir, and anyone else out here who may B even remotely interested in this mind busting incredible ABSOLUTELY TRUE TALE, YO!!!!!!!!!! While I was home in-between me' Saturday and me' Sunday work shifts, LIGHTNING came over 2 the place, and DIRECTLY STRUCK THE GUARDHOUSE, and the guard there during the day was in his car getting his lunch out, or only the gods know if he would even have lived through this. He told me when I arrived that the reason the entire wall area facing the road was all burned and screwed up was that, “LIGHTNING DIRECTLY STRUCK THE PLACE, while he was out in his car, and getting his ham sandwich on whole wheat”; and I won't forget his telling me that when I arrived there 4 me' shift that night, in a million years, folks. This happened and I challenge the FBI or any prosecutor in this nation 2 take me into custody, put me under frikkin' oath, and I will tell this same story, word 4 goddamn ass word, YO weerlld out there, YO & IPYT, Mizz Muscles-MO!!!!!!!!!!!!
I could rant on and on here, but 4 now on this blog, I bet we can all agree that I have indeed said quite enough, YO BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I simply add this in. There is no way that LIGHTNING was not trying 2 warn HER little boy (ME) not 2 come there 4 that 2nd work shift. They were planning on feeding me 2 the dogs, and SHE didn't like it, and so SHE struck the goddamn guard shack, ON THAT VERY NIGHT and just hours B-4 the time that I was due back on the goddamn job, YO weerlld!!!!!!!!!!! This was the only way that SHE could warn me, only I was 2 stupid 2 get HER message.
END TRANSMISSION.
A LOT OF THINGS R GOING DOWN AROUND ME
THERE IS NO WAY THAT TOM REALE, IN JULY OF 1970, WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET, THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS; IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT; AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE (GAP) GREAT AND POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY/PEEFOREY!!!!!!!!!!
The time was back in 1984, and things all started after Donald J. Trump opened up his first casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey; the Trump Plaza Hotel. Maybe they did not really all start right here, but to quote the mighty Pat Robertson of the 700 Club religious Ministries, “Things turned a cornerstone”. He spoke of the year 1967 when he was discussing this on one of the tapes that I duplicated for him at the RPL Sound Studios, but I speak of a totally other turned-cornerstone; kind folks out here, or unkind, RAW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In late September or early October in 2008, Mayor Levy's son, Robert Levy III, was surfing near his father's Baywatch Hasselholf Tower, at the Atlantic City Beach, and I was out body surfing, and he said to me that the public is completely unaware and clueless of just how resourceful this family all is. He did not have to tell me this, not for a Joe Berrios Flash-Run back in 1990!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But today and now up here in late February of 2023, things have taken on entirely new or maybe said a wee bit better, updated meanings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would B willing 2 bet a hundred billion United States dollars in pure gold bricks, right now, that my loyal follower from the top of this blog, when he found my tapes that I was tossing at 3 in the morning out onto lawns, and his lawn being one of them a long time ago back in the nineties; that even he never dreamed of this story taking on all of these wild twists and endless freaking turns. Thank U-4 being such a loyal follower, oh kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have a powerful new respect FOR MY ORIGINAL LYRICS on the LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS song from 1980, and done on a guitar early in 1981 over at 1802 Robin 'TWEET TWEET TWEET' Hill Apartments in Voorhees, NJ-USA.
“We all have a number and none have a name, and all that we do have, is each other to blame”.
Where are you Tom Glenn, my trusty great musical arranger, sir. You're clueless to what you were a part of 34 years ago in that apartment, echos, breath echos, and all else notwithstanding. Totally clueless, as was I, then!
THIS PARTICULAR WRITING DOES NAUGHT YET TERMINATE, LOVELY MIZZ 1983 AT&T BLAKE.
Keyboards From Petahell (KFP) 1980-1983-2011 ©
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I have watched more and more peeps going completely or merely somewhat insane in various amounts, levels, and stages, over the past two decades now since the online new age times have come in and taken over, just as predicted so cleverly on the DARK SHADOWS TV SHOW, that the very creators of it failed to recognize THEIR OWN DAMN MESSAGE.
Notice my parallel event bullshkit is right on target, kind Sheriff KJM, sir. The past two days, I have been major mother flucking assaulted by this WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE AND HALLS FAWCES IN GENERAL, and the stock market has been soaring as a result, just as I have been discussing on my MORIANITY BLOGS FOR THIRTEEN MOTHER FLUCKING YEARS NOW, KIND SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO!
Yes sir folks, and yes mahm too; if I ever had a large sum of money, I would create my own hospital, OUTSIDE OF THIS EVIL EMPIRE AMERICA, where things would work for the good of the patient, and not some governing body and or some mother frucking crooked medical system!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The tucking psych clinic was hell yesterday, and yes oh wonderful spellchecker, Hellapukeyuk, too, yo!!!!!!!!!!!! I am going to try and somehow work myself off of my anti-anxiety medication, so I won't have to put up with this horrible mother frucking bullskhit treatment any longer. They turned it all around, making this entire fruyucking recent medical disaster that I have been blogging about for two weeks or so now, and claim it is basically all my own fault, as always, it is me who is always the bad guy and me who is always doing it all mother flucking wrong. This medical community shkit in this totally messed up mother fucking country SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS, AND SUCKS!!! I want other countries of this planet to know that American medicine has become a horrendous mother trucking nightmare, and has absolutely zero interest any longer in trying to make the patient happy or well. We're not listened to, and not trusted, and this to me is total character ASSASSINATION that makes a person who already is in a totally mother plucking vulnerable position, feel about ten inches runt slapping tall! Why anyone wishes to come to this awful fruyucking stunt country, is beyond me. If the ducking south American folks knew the slit that I was going through here as a totally smother plucking legal citizen, they would have no desire to cross the border. Hey Cousin Trumpie, yo, all you need to do is let them all know about the Mountainpen and his gad-dang smother plucking blogs, yo. You won't need the plucking runt tweeting five billion bucks for your god-ass stupid mother mucking wall, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEE!!!!!!! Problem solved, yo!!!!!!!! Still peeps, don't let me even try and fool a damn soul. I blame a lot of frucking shkit on my rotten worthless daughter, because she knows my medical shkit is very real, and she also knows, and I know that she does; that only she could vindicate me, and she would rather keep the big closet syndrome going, and just let me suffer for endless time, and eventually die. Now nobody said that anyone owes anyone a thing, because they don't. Still, my conscience would plucking bug the hell out of me if I were her, knowing what she obviously does about all of this shkit, ever since she was goddamn thirteen trucking years old now!!!!!!!!!!!!
“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)
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???????
Monster
Music Man next door, woke me again, blaring his horrific loud
rotten-neighbor music at me, ruining my entire frucking birthday.
There is no way to have peace and cunt lapping quiet in this world.
Music is so loved by people, personally,
I lucking 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 trucking favor.
This quirk cough next door is old and either hard of hearing, or
like most peeps today, just loves to blare away, and
wreck the only two ears that they were born with, believing either
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.
AHA-AHA-AHA, MMCNY-1971!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE
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First off, me' noisy roofers R here and louder than Dogtown, got here right on the damn dot of a minute shy of 8 this moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning. Yesterday shortly after posting up the long blog that I thought peeps may B interested in, they proved the ole' endlessly fickle American consumer syndrome (EFAC) syndrome, as always, 2-B alive and well and forever operating true and blue and non-Amy Cooley-'72, as always, 100 percent. I was gonna' go on with it, but now, hey, I only do what generates interest, and just as I think something has, I am shown 2-B wrong, so forget it! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, no skin off me' nose or off the Walker non-TPB book-ranch, in or out of 1994 and any awesome HIGHVIEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes world; I've kinda' given up on trying 2 either beat or even understand 4 that matter, just as all American manufacturers and marketers did I suppose, a long time ago; the EFAC, and nice and damn ass easily pronounced here, YO weerlld!!!!!!!!! I truly believed peeps wanted 2 better get a grasp on not just how this 3,000 year old mystical-alien family or 'whatever' fitted into the entertainment circles, the pre-planned self fulfilling prophecy deal with both Holy Scriptures, as well as everything else all surrounding them, and how the great MIND REALM or (6-D) also endlessly is all wrapped up into it, leading back 2 blogs and times such as back at the KING MARHOUSE in 10-08, and the How Many Times blog, but hey; just when I think I have figured it out with peeps, I know that the devil is endlessly at work with 'ESS-I&D OPS', & thwarting my plans each and every Satan-damn timesliceBufferSize, and yes Mike Soft Hellwrecker-Spellchecker, that 2, only I was looking here 2 merely say, THAT TIME, BRAHHHHHHHHHH. WOW, YO-BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes even rock stars loved me ole' 1983 tune, yes, the one that would love me so, huh Paul and Amy, and many others. Y-I fascinate all of U so much is an endless query 4 the poor ole' PPNR Mountainpen, YO??????? The curtains closed that show all right, only no MAYO-HOLDERS; as I DIDN'T DIE, AND U HAVE YET 2 SUCCESSFULLY MURDER ME OFF, U EVIL DEMONIC LAMBRIGG HAT WEARING CULTISTS FROM BEYOND THE DOGTOWN DAMN BRIDGE OF PURGATORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So just as I had posted up that long blog that wasn't all that appreciated concerning all of this, pow, the entire place filled up with ambulances, fire trucks, and police. It seems or some nabe so informed me on my porch shortly B-4 it was all over, and it lasted well into the early evening and past dark; but somebody left our little world, their dream ended, they R endlessly in the Purgatory, so their dream merely terminated, we all R of course endless Purgatites, and this is what Morianity has taught 2 some of U in varying degrees of success, I would suppose, and U can learn these same basic truths anywhere at places such as Eckankar, and others, I ain't the only one on the soap box here, telling this 2-U all, YO!!!!!!! Here is what U ALL DON'T AS OF YET KNOW ABOUT ALL OF THIS, however, YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BROADCASTED-BRO of the endlessly awesome and quite illustrious SCS (Spell-Checker-Society)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The person who I pretty much have believed 2-B the prick who is here illegally, this is the trailer that it all went down in last night. First, this is the prick and one of 3 of me' major nabe-enemies here at me' residence, that sets off loud fireworks near me' home, scaring me 2 death and upsetting my physical health, and if this was New Jersey, would B in jail and I would have long ago pressed charges against him, but here in this good ole' sunny-hot-red-state Flowerland FLORIDA-USA, it is of course another story altogether, peeps. All I know is first and right out of the gate, I think this is the guy that the late other nabe, Sir Dominick told me was here against CO-OP regs as he is only about 47 years old or so and nearly a full decade underage 4 living in this flucking over 55 community. He manages this because he lives with one of the real important women here that is high up in the CO-OP system, and is over 55 and likes her young stud dirt bag little boy. Well, I'd have no problem with this dirtbag if naught 4 his upsetting me with his loud rock chucking goddessdog FIREWORKS, Mister Thomas J. Reale of July 5th in 1970. Talk about peeps endlessly getting away with violating the rules and regulations all around me all of me' hunt trapping life, and thus, causing me pain and misery as a direct result of being able 2 endlessly get away with and thwart the so-called damn ass justice system, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In any event, it appears that my Magnesonic took out another major enemy, as he does not seem 2-B around, although I don't count enemies plucked off until I know 4 sure that they have been, such as Dawn King and Mister Divine both getting a Maggie death sentence after ruining my entire life 4 absolutely no good reason whatsoever. They both bought the farm shortly after wiping me out. Maybe this dude is number 3, all great copyrighted wood projects completed in the middle 1980's, YO. WEEEEEEEEE!
Now there is yet another major woe-whiz-me hassle. I may have lost me' Primary Physician 'PCP' doctor. They never called me 2 verify this afternoon's appointment with them and when I called them this morning, they R not there at either their Fort Pierce or their Port Saint Lucie offices, and the answering service system on both numbers, tells me after ten phone rings, that the wireless caller no longer is available. This is Doctor Humayun Shareef, and I will call or go 2 me' library 2-C if they have a number 4 the main hospital nearby and maybe they know if something has happened 2 my goddamn ass doctor. As U all know, I am overdo 4 some nasty flucking goddamn BOTBAR DAYS, and this will indeed start a string of them up 4 me, as I need 2 have a goddamn PCP and don't appreciate this rotten medical industry that just as many times B-4 leaves elderly patients hanging on cliffs, and don't give a frucking goddamn rats ass about us whatsoever, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Right now I am holding at a BOTBUR as of twenty minutes past 9 this goddamn asshole moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning!
Now 4 my roulette game yesterday after the assault on me. U know it, another 41 units of profit after a game of 58 spins. It is as dependable as precision Swiss clockwork, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW & WEEEEEEEEE -WOWZY-WO-WOW! I am sick of this stupid fucking open-office program crashing whenever I try and add a 2-letter error-word 2 the dictionary, it just doesn't flucking take it and crashes every bunt tapping goddamn time, but it always comes back, TEE-HEE-HEE Mizz Munster and welder Herman. Yes Diana, we all fell in love ALL OVER AGAIN, YO. WOW Mister goddessdog Macy, oh mighty awesome wonderful SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Posting up at 9:35 AM, 9-18-23, and tomorrow is
LIGHTNING ANNIVERSARY DAY, LOVELY DIANA.
WHAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA, MCNULTY.
What is Really Going Down, Mister 1980 Sivo-RPL?
About a week ago give or take a day, I had a wild dream where I was at my Aunt Gerry and Uncle Stuart's Narberth, Pennsylvania home, located at 1208 Greentree Lane, in the great USA. They sold this joint somewhere at the end of 1986, that magical surreal Mountainpen life altering year, simultaneously, and this home is a place that I've experienced lifelong nightmares in, and 4 the gods only know what reason. I never actually suffered any really traumatic experiences in that place ever, in my entire life. But 2 quote my beach bum pal Ziggy, from summer time in Atlantic City in the year of 1969, “That's the way it goes”! Reasons 4 these nightmares being based in any kind or type of logic and sense or not, had them I DID, off and on all of me' life, and just this goddamn past week; several of them happened 2 me as well, and one in particular needs now B fully discussed and completely addressed. I was in the den which is the room at the end of the home that faced the driveway that was on a major slanted angle leading up 2 the road called Greentree Lane. In this den, my KB-300 Peavey Keyboard Amplifier was sitting in, and was plugged into a tape machine that had a built in amplifier, and a man who I do not know from the waking world life I am presently living in, lovely Mizz Dark Shadows Carolyn Stoddard dreams discussing character of the show; and this guy was explaining 2 me that it had been recently modified and no longer worked the same way that it used 2. The details R major and time would not permit me 2 give the whole story out 2-U good folks right now. Still, it had 2 do with that blog that I already told U all about. I posted up some powerful explanations of just how the mind dimension operates along with how machine-mind fits into everything, and even how psychic phenomenon related material all does as well, only I never got real specific and left a lot of peeps cliff hanging, 2 say the least. I know that I did, and I had my reasons. We must accept my truths in small stages. Not even geniuses would B able 2 swallow and gobble it all up in a few quick meals. Bear with me and try going with me, as I simply am not enough of a genius 2 properly give this 2-U now, and as I speak, an outage lasting 2 seconds just went down at half past ten, and simultaneously an airplane is going over me outside my residence as well, so they know I am about 2 spill a major story 2-U all here. MACHINE MIND KNOWS what I am about 2 put on the official record here and tell 2 any really interested peeps who R not doubters or mere curiosity seekers. If we take stuff from our dreams and begin 2 copy it in waking life and continue as with a serial soap show, endlessly building on it as well as interweaving and connecting it all together more and more and allowing it 2 slowly merge together, this is what Morianity labels as tieing the weave structure, or 4 a shortened abbreviation, TWS, and doing this creates all sorts of wild and and not fully understood nor controlled mega powers 2 begin interacting with us. However, it cannot just B randomly done. U cannot decide one day 2 merely go and do this. U first need 2 have something in a wild vivid dream actually happen and that U remember upon awakening real solidly well, and it needs 2-B something instructional. In my case, and no this ain't the first time this has happened 2 me nor that I have indeed gone on 2 play with it, but it is the first time that I've decided 2 tell my Blogaudians about this. I now know that I should have done this long ago 2 folks. So in this dream, at the home owned by my uncle and aunt up through most of 1986 and after they both had died; I am in their den where they had their television set and cozy relaxing chairs 4 evening entertainment; where the TV set always was in waking life, my keyboard amp was there instead, and sitting beside it, a tape machine that I never actually had in waking life. Suddenly this other guest or whoever it was in this parallel dimension of my sleeping-mind, begins showing me that the volume knob at the far right with a blue colored control cap on it no longer made changes in volume, and went onto explain how he had altered the function so that it now creates an illusion of becoming louder only it is not actually turning up any electrical gain in the power, yet appears 2-B increasing in intensity, his exact words. Then he told me that I should B blogging about this as well as telling a lot more details on just exactly what my lightning goddess DIANA ARTEEMIS has revealed 2 me over the past 30 years regarding the 6th dimension as well as how machine mind all fits into it. So when I did that blog several blogs back, I was experimenting and following his ideas, yes, taking the advice of someone from a dream as U all might wish 2 describe the event, and bringing it into a substance and form in the waking world reality. All objects when dreamed of and that match an object in our waking lives, become what Morianity calls, ASTRALLY-EMPOWERED. Now my Peavey Keyboard 300 amplifier is amongst several objects in this home that R now completely Astrally Empowered. Back when I was in Mister Smith's class, I had an old Native American large coin that had absolutely no monetary value, or so I was told on my 20th birthday, at a coin dealer shop at the world famous Moorestown Mall of New Jersey-USA. But monetary value B damned 2 Dogtown, because it had much greater value, it contained true astral power, as would me' motor cycle chain if it hadn't of course mysteriously and magically vanished and disappeared into the mists of a hot sunny summer's day. One day in Mister Smith's class at Cooley Hall, I was with my pal Jerry Heitzmann outside on the lunch break, and had brought this coin in with me that day. I took it out of me' pocket and told Jerry my dream from a few nights earlier. I was in the Pennypacker Woods and Park behind the Cooley Hall in this dream, and had this coin and it spoke 2 me and told me something incredible, and after I told Jerry what it was and 4 my own reasons that I won't tell right now, I am not going 2 share what this coin spoke aloud 2 me. I'll say only this much. In great detail it told me about early in the following century I would live far away from Jersey and B turning on a machine and hearing a magical connected string or wire that had me on one end of it and my pal Bruce Pennock on the other end of it. It made very little sense because first off, Bruce and I did not become friends until the following year when I left the Church Farm School and returned 2 Cooley Hall and went into Misses Young's class where Bruce was. But later on ten years after the new century came in, I was living in a horrible neighborhood in Fort Pierce, Florida-USA, at 26th Street and Avenue E, and one day on my computer and on this thing we all now call the internet, I went up 2 a site called “Crazy Cursing Dudes”, and on this site, both myself as well as Bruce R on this thing and cursing away, and not even in any remotest way, Earthly connected other than 4 the fact that 2 the rest of the world, it is just 2 crazy nut job guys cussing a lot on a tape, yet we were indeed all connected by this magical string or wire, or interconnected networking system of this future time in this next future century. Now with my Peavey keyboard amplifier KB-300, when I moved from the PEE-HA building into here, some electrical surge broke it or if nothing else, blew the fuse. I still have it and plan 2 have it looked at someday, using it now as merely an end-table, that I can place several objects atop of. But I blogged my story about the stuff this guy in the den was telling me that I should, and it got five or more times the hits that my other posts R averaging. Is there even more connection 2 all of this, U may B wondering? Well, I must continue building the inter-dream experience B-I can ever fully know the answer 2 that whittle query. Taking 4 example here, the incident with the motor cycle chain in late 1969, I suddenly am having this wild dream where I am with Sarah on the beach and she grabs the chain out of my hands and tells me that SHE needs it 4 HER great city. Then we R upstairs in HER shop on 10-SC Avenue, and SHE is placing it in Her middle dresser drawer, only that drawer is the exact same dresser drawer that was also in my own Dellway Arms Apartment bedroom. Now in one dream, we have 2 waking-world-objects, suddenly being made part of this dreaming interaction. The coin that was discussed that I took into school 2 show 2 Jerry during lunch recess break one day, has a design on it precisely matching the design on those doors that led Doctor Julia Hoffman on that incredible television soap show called, “DARK SHADOWS”, past the I-CHING door and down a strange slightly curving corridor that eventually opened out suddenly back nearly three quarters of a century in time right outside the doors of the Colinwood mansion, or the great house, as it was called in the show. Now 4 the mind busting deal that trumps even the ace and the king. Inside Sarah's shop in that incredible late 1969 dreaming interaction, was, as I stated on numerous blogs, this dresser drawer that was the exact matching one that I had in me' own waking world bedroom where I kept me' clothes, both as a boy and as a younger fully grown man. However, what I thought was some magic box all these years, and had never bothered 2 try and remember 2 clearly; suddenly was revealed 2 me, in this very recent dream, at my Narberth-PA-USA relative's home, and in their den; by that strange man about 35 years of age, medium build and height, and long scraggly unwashed sixties-hippie type hair. Now as I completed this past sentence, I just realized that Mizz Thistlethorns Sleazeweedsdisease Notfondauonebit Jane Uglypusspus just dependably nailed me again on her miserable rotten evil twisted page eleven of flucking eleven, so I will now compensate with fives, and then we will resume our topic and wrap things up.
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He made me realize that in that shop of Sarah's, was in fact, the PEAVEY KEYBOARD AMP that I purchased right here in Florida, that far away place where Bruce a future pal would B on one end of a wire-string, and me on the other end. Then along came, no, not Webster in 1983, ripping off my damn music; but rather, WFMU-internet radio and Jason Forrest, and the whole damn connected up deal. Tiny subatomic numbers connect into everything, we all know it, and most peeps R-2 turned off 2 even think about it. But we can't kill truth, it exists. Truth cannot lie, nor can lies B any part of truth. There can B some portions all divvied out one from another, but this is only the in-between gray areas and remember how our great LORD JESUS hates gray areas and fence straddlers.
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There also is a whole lot more 2 that twin sister and her hubby and the magic device in his office and the plug that I pulled out of the wall shutting down his machine and shutting down my life this year as a result. Just got another (3-LETTER-HACK) on that word in red font above, shutting, YO. I fixed it of course. I do not know all of the facts so unless I can ever come 2 learn a lot more, I won't bad mouth nor say anything at all about this, 4 right now anyway folks. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Despite my adding a comment 2 my blog, it dropped yet another number, down 2 an ever dwindling flucking 251, now down from the half year ago point of 365, to a MINUS 114, all that's missing here R ghost whispers and Central Avenue Moorestown addresses from 1988 and 1989; and maybe some great McDonald's dancing!
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The magic of the 6th dimension is entirely different than the magic of upline-downline universe reality. Someone ten years ago asked me if Sarah is upline and is merely a girl thinking about a special dude at a seashore resort and this entire universe happens 2-B her thought wave, then who is at the very top upline, as this must B of course, GOD? The nightmare truth of this is not all that complex, but it is painful and peeps don't wish 2-C painful things that they can just as easily and quickly avoid forever by playing mama's head-games, and pretending it all away. Take the surface of a planet and this Earth. It is so big and we R so small that we can live here and endlessly walk all around it. It never seems 2 begin or end anywhere and it also seems 2 go on and on forever. If we did not know better, then 2 us, this is the reality, only of course, we do, and it isn't. Mathematics dictates that smaller infinities lay forever within and inside of larger infinities, yet they all R infinities. At the unfathomable outer edge 2 any circle, comes 7th dimensional Lawtronics. Everything has 2 eventually all loop and come around and go into full-circle, quoting lovely Whoopee Gynan Goldberg of the late 1980's or early nineties, on that marvelous television show, “STAR TREK, TNG”. Each one of us R the god and absolute gravitation of virtually countless and unlimited downlines created by each and every one of our nearly endless thoughts. And at the outer rim of the sphere of everything, it all loops together, simple as that, all of the chain links become larger links into larger chains and eventually the highest and the lowest simply fall into each other, and then from that magical point, nothing begins, nothing ends. There R no outer or inner centers or boundaries. Sounds 2 wild 2-B true, I know. Problem is peeps, it is the damn ass total truth, and I promise you that (IPYT), and with or without lovely muscles MO-NIQUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posting at 12:07 PM----SEPTEMBER 16, 2023
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