DEAR MAGNESONIC, I NEED YOUR DAMN HELP YO
I posted as blog a quarter of an hour ago and it was hacked 2 high heaven and back, oh mighty Astral Professor Gawky Gaukauk from the Teck Bay Mystery School of Province-Olympia. Time 4 a wee tad bit of counterstriking here.
I will do this quick counterstrike, Mister Immediate Reagan oh sir, and then; boy oh boy oh boy, U don't wanna' know, YO BRO, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 TODAY WITH A MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING ATTACK ON THIS 16 OCTOBER OF 2023; 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.
Weird to the Power of Weird
Ever since my hellishness began in middle August of 1986 with what I've come 2 term most recently, WOMO-SPACEFORCE, nightmares during sleep always means without fail, major bad times during the in-between periods of wakefulness. Recently this particular part of the Dogtownish-phenomenon isn't all that dependable, and when it does not happen, it is time 2 cheer and make merry, without exciting any eye doctors of Philadelphia back in my teenaged years, or holiday-related junk. Still and 4 the record only, the weekend was indeed filled with horrendous terrifying nocturnal experiences 4 the poor ole' Mister MWM Mountainpen. However, the actual days of Saturday and Sunday went off without any major disastrous events. In other words, other than 4 some really scarey horrible damn nightmares, the weekend was and quoting the great Mister Atlantic City John King here, if permitted of course, “okay”. WHAAAAA-HA-AHA-AHA-AHA McNulty, oh sir!!!!
Yes Mister PIP, endlessness is quite hellish
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
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- Now recently, I titled a blog work, “WHEN THE CAT'S AWAY, THE MICE WILL PLAY”, and told how a definite and absolute pattern has seemingly been indisputably showing itself throughout me nearly two decade long now blogging-career. During all three times that I temporarily had gone away from the internet-world, the very forces screwing with my life and me would suddenly take advantage of my not being there 2 fight their evil antics, and would do all sorts of stuff 2 mess with my blogs and my attempts 2 get my hellish personal nightmare story out 2 this rotten ole' weerlld, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!! Now twice would B just a wee tad bit debatable, BUT WHEN IT OCCURRED THREE TIMES IN A ROW, ANY RATIONAL MIND must start 2 wonder if the Mountainpen is simply completely delusional and nutso wacko sick in the damn head, 4 crying out loud. Those who refuse 2 ever believe my junk will endlessly fight it of course. That is as dependable a reality as any great old-world Swiss time pieces that ever were built on the great awesome continent. It isn't THEM that I am trying 2 tell or convince of any of this stuff anymore folks. I am speaking only 2 the somewhat open minded society, or 4 short here and from now on, the SWOM SOCIETY, & easily pronounceable also, may I add in here, kind lads and lassies! Out of all three times that we all entered into the 'CAT'S AWAY' syndrome if U will, the very first one of the three back in the short whittle one season time period of the year of 2008, was the greatest of them all, at least in my opinion, lovely 1980 Mizz M. Daniels, mah'm. In-between February and May somewhere, as many of my readers know only so well, I took an approximate 90 day sabbatical of off-time from me' blogging, and during that time, the great and mighty non-OZ puke eating seemingly all powerful HALLS-FAWCES, went into instantaneous overdrive/overkill, and made a large part of my Morianity vanish and poof out Potter-Hogwarts disappear from mortal plane view. I speak here of my main topic as all of my turd eating nightmares seemingly R rapped up within this deal that lies seemingly straight beyond the very Purgatorial gates of Dogtown itself, the Exploratronic Supermind Society, or 4 short the ESS, and the related topic of Exploratronics. B-4 my 90 day off-time, when anybody would Google up these terms, only my stuff would appear, and would take U straight 2 the blogs of Mountainpen and my Morianity. Then like right smack dab out of the mighty so-called fictional Potter-Hogwarts, POW, U would Google this up and no longer was any mention whatsoever made of anything connected or remotely attached with Mountainpen-Morianity.
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- Now today's blog needed this foundation, but B-4 we get into things, weird hacking is major on this brand new keyboard today, and one more weird thing will cause me 2 unplug the system from the Comcast Modem, as I am not in the goddamn mood 4 this crap today, naught one wee tad bit, YO BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is 2:02 on this Monday afternoon and a nasty left-side death angel attack just struck me, the first one of this blog-project of today, so far, YO BRO! When I typed in, “wee tad bit” just a second or so ago, the triple 'E' letter came as in wee with another 3rd letter. But so far there have been a half dozen or more such things, and all was quiet until my blog began, and I must tell what I need 2 tell or the entire day will B totally in vein and lost 4 purposes of cosmic truths and along the lines of Quentin Petofi Dark Shadows TV-show stuff from autumn of 1969 times, for any true-blue non-Cooley Hall fans of D-S that is, YO peeps. So let me now move this along just a wee tad bit further, oh lovely Mizz Patricia H Hollister H, along with any and all pushed buttons of my mom from days and times of 1802 Robin Hill Apartments of Voorhees, NJ.
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- This topic is about the recently exploding topic known as AI or spelled out 4 those requiring it and not requite as in so many of these endless Mizz Anita Hill Hacks, or 4 short, these endless and beyond damn butt wiping annoying AHH. This is not a brand new subject, and it is beyond a major powerhouse deal and must B talked about. Recently I have been doing it again, and it is not a fake job, and I will swear and absolutely attest 2 this in a court of law any time that anyone out here in legitimate authority wishes 4 me 2 ever do so, under pain and penalty of perjury and prison. I began realizing the reality of what I am gonna' B discussing now, back around the turn of this century and millennium, and back then, only with taped personal libraries, as back in those times and B-4 the King Washcloth clan made me lose all of my personal possessions; I had an unusually large personal audio-video tape-library, if I need 2 say so myself. Now today, this same deal that I am about 2 talk about here and now, concerns another personal library, that being, the files on my personal computer that contain much of my more recent-times blogs since living here in Florida, and out of New Jersey, and back shortly after the turning of the double digit century years beginning in twenty-ten. The best current times AI programs would not B able 2 do better, what I do just by understanding cosmic principles. We all know what is being said here unless we R in the lower of two groups that read this blog when the mood strikes them. Simply put here and with absolutely no attempts 2-B insulting whatsoever, there R simply the more as well as the less intelligent, and those of the higher intellect grouping know what I'm speaking of here, recently especially, such as in my past half dozen blogs when I randomly went into my files and made some CAP-jobs. As stated, I will swear under oath that I have no complex 'AI program' doing this. It is only my own knowledge that this thing does indeed operate in this 'other-PC' (Petofi-Cosmos) if U will, YO folks. Still, knowing what I do on a level of absolute realization of these powerful truths, and using this 2 my advantage without harming a single solitary soul, and we get the wild Morianity Blogs such as recently those done where things from past times all interconnect and intertwine and interweave all together in beyond marvelous and surreal ways that couldn't B faked if U were trying 2 fake it, YO peeps. Rather than bore anybody or even just ramble on, I will begin opening stuff up and then putting it all together in groups of following blogging material rather than make long winded blogs that many will start reading and then lose interest or simply run out of time 2 properly examine and explore the entire thing, thus wasting your time and my time as well, hence 4 right now, I have opened this up and later on, I promise that I will finish it up with some really mind bending results along the lines of hallway communicating non-bugs from transdimensional education faction secret societies that may have their origins far away out into the 5th dimensional hyperspace somewhere, such as the mighty Cooley Hall. Remember folks, this place vanished after decades of being operational, and when? When the Mountainpen began blogging and telling many of the wild surreal details of his own personal experiences from the place, and those peeps back in time, all there and running the show; 2 quote lovely and nasty Mizz D-M King, from Blueberryville-Atlantic City, up in NJUSAESMWG.
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OH THE GODS, PLEASE HOLD THAT DAMN MAYO.
If I ever got into the entire messy story of my medical condition as well as this world and its crazy wild weird way it works with celebrities and nonsensical trashy junk that is about as inhumane as anything could get since the days of the Roman Empire, and the torture places, such as where peeps like Jesus Christ were crucified high up on Calvary's Hill; we would B years, not days of endless typing, and then who would ever really read it all, YO? I had 2 suffer all of my life with a wild alien-caused medical nightmare, because peeps whom R in power, in this inhumane time, all agree that nobody is permitted certain knowledge of truths that they have deemed 'beyond acceptable limits' of allowable reality exposure 4 the general populations. Simple as this. The way that this nation and now the entire world, handles the insane celebrity situation, as well as the entire so-called alien-UFO nonsensical mess; all ties and fits together in ways that make Roman Empire crucifixion look like a mud wrestling match of naked women with killer figures. I should know as I have been the total victim of this horrendous and monstrous nightmare mess, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Last night shortly after it was dark, the empty trailer next door 2 me north had a light on all night and the main front door was wide open, and nobody was inside. This went on all night long, and not a soul was inside of it. Then when the trash men picked up the junk at shortly past one this afternoon, all was quiet over there, the door was shut, and it was as if nothing had ever gone 'SIVO-1980-DOWN', YO. In this new age of “see something-say something”, I have said something. Earlier this morning when I awoke 2 take a leak, and grab a few sips of Mountain Dew soda; I peeked out of the front door, and I saw a bunch of old ladies, 2-B exact, 3 of them, and they were all hanging around the yard in front of the north trailer beyond mine. In case me' landlord reads this blog, I am just telling what I observed, oh kind sir, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 'G-R-A-N-T' me the wisdom of trying 2-B a good citizen here, and a big fat Jersey-bar drunken' 2000 late spring evening with Sir Chester-Frank here, YO, and 2 quote him from that wild evening YO, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANSMISSION, YO YO YO YO, posting up @ 3 PM.
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