LOYAL-30, The Next Blog and Subtitled; Wild Atlantic City Dreaming Interactions Just Exited From 1 Hour Ago, and the Incredible Connections From There Into 2 and 3 February, of 2024, and Most Current Times

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Yes Mister PIP, endlessness is quite hellish

OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!

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 MAROLA 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?????

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

I MADE 66 UNITS IN MY APE-2 ROULETTE OVER 2 DAYS.

YESTERDAY I PLAYED THE BOTBAR 5-MULTIPLE NUMBERS.

TODAY I PLAYED THE (4) AERIAL ASSAULT NUMBERS..

THIS TOTALED UP A 66 UNIT PROFIT OVER ABOUT 30 HOURS.

IN LESS THAN TEN SPINS, 66 UNITS JUST ON $5 PLAY LEVEL:

COMES 2 A WHOPPING 330 CLAMS, YO WSMT ENEMIES, 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 ON THE PAST SEVERAL DAYS NOW, WITH THE MOST CURRENT DAY BEING TODAY, FEBRUARY 3, 2024; WITH HEAVY AERIAL DEATH SIEGE BOMBARDMENT ALL AROUND ME AT MY RESIDENCE AS WELL AS STALKING ME WHILE OUTSIDE ON MY LOCAL ERRANDS, THAT ARE ALL A PART OF THIS ENDLESS DEATH SIEGE, 4 MAKING THE DOW JONES AVERAGES STOCK MARKET, ENDLESSLY CLIMB HIGHER AND GO BULLISH, AS WELL AS THOSE 2 PHILADELPHIA SPORTS TEAMS 2 ALSO BE IN THIS PARALLEL EVENT OF PREPONDERANCES OF PHILLIES BASEBALL CLUB LOSING AND FLYERS HOCKEY CLUB WINNING, AND THIS ALL IS A PART OF AND PERTAINING 2 ITS ORIGIN AND SOURCE, AND ALSO INCLUDES NUMEROUS OTHER DEATH PERSECUTION'S AND HARASSMENT'S ON ME THAT NO HUMAN BEING WAS EVER DESIGNED 2-BE ABLE 2 LIVE THROUGH, IN ANY LONG RUNNING LIFE-PLAY, AND ALONG WITH ALL OTHER CONCEIVABLE HELLISHNESS THAT THESE MONSTERS OF THE W-S-M-T WOMO-SPACEFORCE EARTHLY CHAPTERED ASTRAL PLANE LAMBRIGG CULT EVIL DEMONIC SATAN-KINGDOM ENTITIES, HAVE BEEN PERPETRATING UPON ME SINCE THIS ALL BEGAN, AND THAT FIT EXACT PERFECT PATTERNS WITHOUT FAIL, AND R DONE WITH SOME AGENDA AND MOTIVE, THAT ENDLESSLY BLESSES THEM AND THEIR LIVES AND THEIR GOALS; AND WHICH IS ALL DIRECTLY A PART OF THE ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULT ON ME, THAT BEGAN ON THE EXACT DATE OF THE MORNING OF 15 AUGUST, IN THE YEAR OF 1986; and on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.

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

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

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

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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

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CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING CRESCENT 1:6

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As many of U know out here and mostly in authority positions; I am under the total conclusion and mind set, as of yesterday, and after major research concluded, showing me my legal status on my debts problems, and since those debts were actually the caused and created results of my being kidnapped under the NOW RECOGNIZED BY THE DSM-5, 'STOCKHOLM SYNDROME', that my entire life has been one long incredible pre-planned nightmare, 2 slowly torment and torture me straight 2 me' grave, in some monstrously covert stealthy manor that seemingly cannot B proven, at least in the hypothetical opinions of those 2 marvelous movie characters played by Mizz Julia Roberts and Mister Mel Gibson, in that awesome movie from the 1990's, titled, 'Conspiracy Theory', YO WORLD, YO FBI, YO! I was paying me' bills and had reestablished some nice good credit while residing at the future and reflected-antimatter spaces of the Bonjovi g-mail internet created address called the Mullica Mobile Manor Trailer-Park, in Mullica, NO-JOY-ZEE-USA, right 2 the east down the Julia White Horse Pike a mile from Blueberryville-Hammonton-BLU-CRAN 24-A non-apartments and subliminal consciousness reading technologies!!!!!!!! Suddenly, I am in with this family from washcloth-Dogtown and 1970 nightmares on A-C-STEROIDS, squared and cubed, AND DAMN FLAM DIRTY GLASS CUBAN, 2 boot!!!!!! As a result, and as many in authority know happens with older peeps and vulnerable special education peeps many times in this rotten life, we get singled out and targeted by pure evil, and their lives R confiscated and our vehicles, and our bank accounts and our credit, and hey, FBI, don't believe what I am saying YO, well, I beg U-2 then go and get the television show episode on the 'L&O-SVU' with Detective Olivia Benson, and Detective Elliot Stabler, and the misunderstood dude who is nothing short of a beyond vicious monster, who did this very same thing 2 his cellmate in prison and after they both were out of prison, that THEY had DONE 2 ME, 'THAT FAMILY' of 1970 Ventnor nightmare washcloths, and future jobs in Florida with hand-washing codes and signals from Smithtown, New York-USA, and coworker Ultimate-Fighter David; the dude from Harvest Outreach who also was a great pal of Choker Cifaloglio Giant Darius, only not the KING from BIBLE TIMES, or maybe there R connections here, but this can always wait 4 other later times, great wonderful awesome illustrious Federal Bureau of Investigation dudes and duddesses out there!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, good ole' “BURLOCK” the prison parolee, who did exactly the same kind of stuff 2 that poor cellmate in Manhattan, that the great KING's did 2 me, and totally wrecked and ruined me' credit that I had just recently managed 2 reestablish from the last most previous recent disaster that was all caused by this same demonic kingdom, straight out from the gates of DOGTOWN, and (HELL), mortally known as, with the English Language verbiage translation. Then we take, oh great FBI, the 2 sexual molestations plus those done 2 me at many other locales by these same evil and perhaps somnambulism controlled clay-human beings from parallel dream world type-3-exploratrons, AKA and shortened and abbreviated as, the (dream traveling hyperspace no-homers DTHSNH), with biblical and Christian descriptions of the very same Morianity taught reality, only named by this click as DEMONIC POSSESSION. Cellular microbiological diseases and malfunctions all stem from subatomic micro-super-nano technological machinery systems from the realm of the Plancktime, and when they get their hooks into a human brain and cause them 2 act nutso and wacko and create an entire out of control society that is all going around shooting each other and literally began 2 take off with no stopping it once that incident with Mark Zimmerman who shot poor innocent little Mister teen boy Treyvon Martin that day right here in Florida, this nightmare cult of Trump NEVER LOOKED BACK, POP-POW-POW, even after those high school kids and their fathers all met with Trump in the damn Julia White House of Wash your hands Washington that day and all Trump did was smirk and ignore them all, and they all found ways 2 keep these serial killer scumbags from even receiving their goddamn rightful executions and get 2 live out their lives in these plush prisons, and better than I live. No money worries, no bad teeth or no teeth, on and on and I can go. This whole nation is one huge demonic kingdom, and the world knows it. I love the old goddamn America, so don't any American patriot ever accuse me of not absolutely loving my great country, but hey, how can I love THIS flucked up country??????? But America ain't the pernt 4 right now Sir Archie Bunker, oh SIR. The pernt Sir, is THAT TAWF FAMILY of nightmare washcloths and the entire interconnected WSMT that SAFET REDFIELD SYSTEMS depict a perfect and major connection with those damn letter initials, as in that goddamn miserable 1997 transdimensional song that came blaring into me' frucking life while living in what I now call and name, the SOMERDALE DEATH HOUSE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! But quoting me' ole' semi-pal and associate 4 about a half decade or so, Investigator at the Camden County, NJUSAESMWG Prosecutor's Office, Sir Ron Wirtz Senior, “Mark, it's not the county that is against U, it's big business”! If I had twenty damn clams 4 every time that he said that 2 me between 1990 and 1994, I would most likely have an additional and very well needed grand or two in me' bank account. Hey FBI, just Y does my record with the Intuit C-K peeps show this awesome income change beginning last November in 2023, in me' life, when we all know only 2 well that I am FLAT GLASS BUSTED BROKE ON AMY COOLEY STEROIDS????? I wish U would investigate all these things and maybe someday get back 2 me with some answers, great agents, and me' best 2 Agent Steve Caruso me' final Jersey Landlord B-4 my trip down here 2 non song translated Joe Berrios FLOWERLAND-USA of the endless wild magical Merlin auto-circuits of the washcloth-TAWF-McFly THAT-FAMILY, and on or off of any public buses heading me out of town and back 2 me' Oaklyn apartment called the Dellway Arms on Oakland Avenue, and future location of all great transdimensional game expert mentalists the world over, in all 5 dimensions and great Columbia Broadcasting Network systems, YO. Y did Robert McGuire fluck with me' mind right there at his bar at his phone booth that 7^th day in February exactly 27 years ago now come this Wednesday? Y did he nearly a decade later destroy me' automobile and punch my pal Ed Lynch and me while having us somehow placed under a Doctor Hoffman Julius Julia Jewelly White hypnotic non-Dark Shadows spell-trance, where the photo showed him there and yet Ed and I never saw him or knew that he was right there? How can all of this B, and by that, I mean how can U allow this 2-B happening 2 a LEEEEEEEEEEGAL United States Citizen, great FBI, when U supposedly R there 2 protect me from stuff like this? President Biden Sir, and pal, how can U all let this keep happening 2 me and go endlessly unanswered and unpunished, just because powerful name recognized celebrities R all throughout this nightmare mix from HELL????????? HOW-HOW-HOW, and yes great U-S-A © Copyright Office from 1984, YYYYYYY, yes, YYYYYYYY JIMMY YYYY R-U allowing all of this hellishness 2 happen 2 me, that I somehow knew was all destined and written into some magical stars one afternoon when me' mom was talking on the phone 2 her boyfriend, in middle June of 1969, over at 125-A HADDON HILLS APARTMENTS in WESTMONT, NJUSAESMWG, and I was pacing room 2 room in the apartment and making up both the notes and the lyric words 2 me' then-brand-new song, called, 'THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES', and yes, when the town name of WESTMONT that is right next door 2 the town named COLLINGSWOOD in NO-JOY-ZEE-USA is examined with the SAFET-REDFIELD-SYSTEM vely vely non-McDowell closely, we also C that the remaining letters after the transdimensional song title from 1997 sung by me' daughter in some parallel locale of the 5^th dimensional metaverse system, has two other words in it; 'TONE' and 'NOTE', and does lovely Mizz Margie 1985 Leo McFly wish 2 “cut me a brake” here, YO??????????? Jesus Goddess Pink, oh great and awesome FBI!!!!!!! Julia Hoffman on that marvelous 60's television show, used hypnosis on lovely Mizz Maggie Evans and later on, on lovely Mizz Victoria Winters; and even trying later on 2 use it on an unwilling subject, the tween-child David Collins. So then obviously McGuire, only Robert and not Jason; used some type of similar 'trick' on Ed Lynch and myself that day back on the 7^th of February of 1997, good old DICE-7 NUMBER, huh there MC????????? I do think it wise Copyright office, not 4 me 2-B-2 much of a wise guy here, or me' wise daughter might just take some potato chips and Tina Reese's boyfriend, and ice me; but let's look at the goddessdog bright side here: At least she won't ice tea me, as I enjoyed that day, and all of that lovely sugar that made its way around the teacup glass, and on both sides; oh lovely Mizz 33 year old Grace Messenger, so adding in here a great big super glass 'WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW and wipe out women, would B completely totally dern butthole appropriate, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WIPE-OUT-WIPE-OUT-WIPE-OUT, AND YES, AKA (W-O---W-O---W-O)! And with or without any awesome ad-spots that were depicting any lovely tween girls eating their morning cereal, back in 1994 and into 1995; on that terrific TV-Channel Nick@Nite on 'the-then Cable-Nickelodeon Channel'. McGuire hypnotized me twice, once in his bar at his phone booth when I had just hung up from speaking 2 Sarah Callio that 7^th day in that 2^nd month of that 1997 year, then in late 2006 somewhere in early middle October also right at his haunted roost and property, or yards away on Tennessee Avenue, while Ed and I were completely totally legally parked on the street and legally taking tourist photo images 4 the morianity-foundation web-site. All 100 percent ABSOLUTELY GODDAMN LEGAL, and then great FBI out there, what he did was absolutely NOT 'LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAL', naught at all; oh U lovely Mizz 1983 phone company BLAKE, mah'm, and very Distant-Cuzz 'Donnie-Boy'!!!! Naught on your lives on triple dosed ACS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But the real 64-K-$ question is YYYYYYYYYYYYY did Mister non-Jason ROBERT MCGUIRE do these things 2 me, when all I ever did was go there one day in early February 2 his bar on 10-S-C Avenue, and ask a couple of simple questions about a girl from me' past a long time ago and right from that very exact spot of land in ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG?????? If the FBI won't help me 2 get 2 the bottom of this horrendous family from HELL, they will B negligent in their duties that I promise won't just adversely effect me the Mountainpen, poor and nonron pitiful that I may B, and so wee bit insignificant in affairs of this globe or so many peeps believe that total lie; but it will later on come 2 effect the entire nation and planet, and if this is a lie, I want the ALMIGHTY 2 BURN MY ENDLESS AWARENESS IN DOGTOWN INFINITELY, as that and ONLY THAT would B the fitting punishment 4 making up such a wild tale!!!!!!!!!

So I came out of some powerful 'dreams' and back here 2 what all of U will continue insisting in some reality that is more real and more important than where we appear 2 travel into in our dreaming experiences or nocturnal interactions, or Sir Bob Andrews-whatever's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A gigantic storm was heading straight 4 ATLANTIC CITY, and I was there in this alternate locale of the 5^th dimensional hyperspace with a guy who over here in this waking world realm, I never have met; oh lovely Mizz Carolyn Adam Stoddard Hawkes Lambrigg Earthly Chapeteredcult. This guy was the assistant Mayor and I though that it was the Mayor, and Mayor Whealon from times of my many beach swims in 1997, and the victim of endless teases from the WAYV-FM Radio Station right there at the 10-SC Avenue Arcade Building, where the 'C-C-C' also is located in, along with John Kings dogs, above the entire place up on the roof; and if I include the part of being back into the matter spaces of now coming up on 3 solid decades, we can C right away the endlessly pertaining musical lyrics from one of so many of me' globally recognized and beyond super talented daughter. Still, those who endlessly refuse 2-C SAFET truths as anything outside of where the also, world renown, DSM-5 psych Manuel sees it all, as total delusional psychotic thinking, from wrongly perceived life situations; and all due 2 severe mental illness; well, there is ABSOLUTELY NO CONVINCING them otherwise. They, just as me' baby mama, lovely Miss Patricia Hollister, know it all. Simple as THAT, and in or out of 1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So moving past the curly girlie astronauts from NASA, and other late 70-DEEZ movies, and middle eighties deals here; 'let us push on' here, with me damn glass dream: There was a monster storm approaching AC-NJ-USA and my dreaming double or doppelganger was trying 2 take a lot of items that 4 whatever the reasons may have been there at some store along the famous Atlantic City Boardwalk, and near the Resorts Hotel Casino area; and resembling things from the waking world here about as much as a turtle would resemble an elephant; and all I wanted was 2 find some way of getting my junk back home inland and I needed 2 take it on the bus with me, so I must have not had a car, yet was fully grown, and at least in me' damn twenties in physical age there. That much is known 4 certain. Some of the junk inside this store was some STARBURN PROPERTY MAPS that have been drawn from here in me' waking world life, that I did about midway into me' life at the Public Housing Building, in Fort Pierce, or the PEE-HA building 4 short. Complex stuff is always intertwined in dreams, and this is a shared reality with all humans and their dreams in the 5^th dimensional hyperspace, and the Y's and what's 2 it all is way 2 damn intricate 2 even begin 2 tackle on this blog right now today, YO!!!!! All sorts of detailed events were going down around me, and the main character involved, suddenly was this guy who was the assistant mayor, who told me his name; only that is the one detail that has managed 2 escape following me back through the dreaming-channel, and back here into me' waking life. One out of dozens of things that he told me was that he had been a resident of Atlantic City all of his life. He appeared 2-B approximately 40 years of age, so give or take 5 years would B a good bet 4 placing his age in years. He told me that Mayor Whealon was the Mayor, so I knew immediately it was either 1997 again since here in waking life that was the year where he was the mayor, or else, the entire transdimensional system can always B totally off; as in one particular hyperspace locale, as U all know that I visited, and it caused this nightmare 2 all begin unfolding around me as a result from the instant that I came back out of it, James Carter was the President of the USA there, and it was the same year that it was in waking life as I saw calendars on walls at the medical center there in Atlantic City called the Atlantica M-C, and they read YEAR-1986 on them, yet Carter was President there in that year, so hyperspace realities don't need 2 perfectly match up with time results from place 2 place. He talked a lot of his boyhood days in the city and stuff from days long gone by, long by his viewpoint as 2 me now here in waking life at ten months away from age 70 come tomorrow; 15-20 years is total hiss. He was talking about the impending severe storm and was on a bull horn warning peeps nearby 2 get home and tune into the weather. Also, he told me 2 get my stuff out of the store and he pointed 2 a place just beyond where we were standing and talking on the boardwalk and the entire real estate and buildings were different than from here, so discussing it is impossible. Then he told me something out of Harry Potter and yet it seemed normal 2 him, so I just played along, or seemingly, me' dreaming double did. He said that, “I would know what 2 do as soon as the cat tells me”, and he insisted that I go towards the place, and he pointed at it very vigorously. I did, or me' doppelganger did, and just as he said, suddenly as I approached the store, a beautiful large orange colored cat came out of the doorway and meowed right at me and stared at me. I walked in and saw that another orange cat had lots of papers in its mouth and had been bringing them one by one off a shelf and placing them into a large sized brief case near the doorway where a rectangular shaped low end table was at and it contained numerous things that did and did not belong 2 me. This went on and on and the details do not need 2-B mentioned right now, and we can come back 2 this if and when it becomes fitting in near-future blog-writings, YO BRRRRRRR!!!

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BLOG 70 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

SUB-TITLE:

''GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS''

CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3

YYYYYYY JIMMY YYYYYYY, WHY DID-YA TELL ME THESE 1984 THINGS, BRO? Maybe some employee in the United States Copyright mother ******* Office knows the magical answers here, and then again, maybe not; Warren and Peggy Rowboats from LBI, NJ, USA, ESMWG!

Well kind Sheriff Mascara of Saint Lucie County, Florida, USAESMWG, sir; I AM UNDER A REAL MOTHER ******* PICKLE JAR HERE. This is in all **** chewing honesty, just about the worst bear and assault on my life now, since the late eighties, and into the early goddamn rotten **** sucking mother ******* nineties! This is absolutely no exaggeration, kind sir! IPYT!

I'll be discussing some real heavy ******* **** on this **** huffing goddamn blog today, on this 21^st day in mother ******* November of Twenty-Eighteen, on this early horrendous **** chewing Wednesday MOUUUUUUUURNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Again, I'll Promise You That (IPYT)! We'll be getting into some real mother ******* RED-LINE CROSSOVERS on this one, great peeps; so if you're not fully ready for a total full earshot, and along with a FULL MOUNTAINPEN BLAST of really incredible and wild **** huffing bull ****, then either switch over to the 'NEXTBLOG' right now, or just put off reading any further until you get some coffee, and maybe a few ******* milligrams of Valium or something, YO! One of the things to be more than just touched on will be the various factions and groupings of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, as well as many of the goddamn mother ******* ramifications of their twisted diseased evil ****, that they love to endlessly pull with me, the MOUNTAINPEN!

We will get into the MEDICAL and ELECTRONIC factions of the ESS, as well as the FINANCIAL and EDUCATIONAL factions. We will also be exploring quite a few topics and tid bits of nasty whittle informational secrets, and closet hidden practices; that lay all around this ugly mother ******* total ass mess. The gloves are coming off today, SHERIFF MASCARA; and I highly suggest that you do your damn best to have some police and deps looking out for my safety, as I have legally left in places for authorities all over the world to absolutely find on my death, many extremely unpleasant items, that will range from causing major damn embarrassment of many powerful and intermediately powerful people, all the way to totally ending many careers and lifestyles of many many mother ******* people, who I personally and very strongly feel and totally believe, HAVE ALL WRONGED ME IN MANY WAYS FOR A VERY LONG TIME, ALL OVER THIS HORRIBLE GODDAMN WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is no goddamn threat. It's a goddang absolute promise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Before we even get a tiny bit into all of this horrendous goddamn **** kind folks, let me tell you some of the mother ******* total **** sucking knit that the MOUNTAINPEN is enduring, during this monstrous mother ******** THANX-2-GIVENS DEATH SIEGE that quite literally began as 2018-SUMMER-SIEGE, and has just kept right on going and merging and blending right into each mother ******* other, YO BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

First off, for a solid week now, MY TRI-AD NUTCASE NABES here at my PH Building, have been on a STEROID-ROLL, with their annoying ILLEGAL-GUESTS, that do nothing but yell, and slam, and act crazy as all ******* dog ****! I've had two electrical cut offs, two television plug interferences, months of major health and bowel assaults on my body, causing me continuous mother ******* major **** sniffing diareah; and just a few hours back late yesterday evening while attempting to fix my goddamn dinner; the WOMO blew out my mother ******* microwave oven, and there is a lot more to much of these things; and we will most ******* definitely be exploring all of these details, as this sod-dang ******* blog continues to progress along, me' peeps!

Now for a few ******* grass details on the above reported items folks, and believe me, you can polygraph me fifty times if you want to; FBI, Fort Pierce Police, Florida State Police, Attorney General's Office, Sheriff Mascara; any one of you. NOBODY CAN MAKE UP CONTINUOUS STORIES LIKE THESE, OVER AND OVER AGAIN. If you credit me with skills on that kind of a level, maybe I really should be sending you letters of great thanks for the ultimate literary complement. I promise you, THERE IS NO WRITER ANYWHERE, not even Sir Conan Doyle or James Patterson, who could endlessly keep writing things like my Morianity-Blogs, NOT FOR THIRTEEN STRAIGHT MOTHER ******* YEARS. NO WAY JOSIE GIRL, NO WAY!!!!!!!!!!

To begin with some details now, both times that I posted on my blogs, over the past couple of weeks now, about TV being about the picture, and discussing the episode with my mom's old coworker's friend, Shirley Alva and the connections between her, and that horrible monster ******* electronics repair shop that told her that she was “the devil”; THE HALLS-FAWCES OF THE ESS, STRUCK ME with their TV-VIDEO-PLUG ASSAULT. Somehow this mother ******* plug in the television circuit, has been mysteriously damaged by them, so that whenever “THEY CHOOSE” to **** with the **** sucking goddamn thing, THEY CAN, and indeed, THEY MOTHER ******* DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Both times that I posted that part where I discuss on my blog, how I didn't care about whether the sound on the TV worked or not, 'since TV is all about picture'; these HALLS-FAWCES-ESS (ELECTRONICS FACTIONS) screwed with my hacked-plug. Now this has been taped in place with duct tape, and has held for many months, until recently. Now all over again, and ever since I discussed that assault on me by these twisted sicko mother ******* scum sucking slime filth; it has started up again. There is no normal human way that all of these types of endless persecutions, could be this successfully carried out on me, for well over three decades of time now, if this was all being done on some totally human-only level. I know it, the air force knows it, and probably NYC's Professor Michio Kaku knows it, along with the great David Childress who narrates many great TV shows on the History and the Science Cable Channels, knows it as well, YO!!!!!!!!!!! So just who is fooling who; Mizz Donna Stars???

As for some details about my Walmart bought Microwave Oven: I purchased this great item at my local Fort Pierce, Florida Walmart, back sometime in the year 2011; after moving into this PH Building within several months. You may say, it is time for this to happen. This is called the “What's my excuse” famous line, that the great and totally ****** evil 'MILI-2-FAWCES' use and have used for 32+ years against me now; ONLY I DO NOT BUY INTO THAT DAMN BULL ******* **** FOR ONE GODDAMN ******* MICRO MINUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This microwave is cleaned very well after every single use, and is not used that often; nor is it abused, or has it ever been. The person at the Walmart told me, if I clean it, and use it carefully as well as somewhat sparingly; it should be good for a solid decade, even though there is always a maximum two year warranty on just about any electronics product that is sold in this country! Also, I know about “planned obsolescence”. I was taught how this evil thing is applied by capitalists, when I took a business type of course at the Cooley Hall, and my teacher was Mister Daniel Mackey. This is the class where the dude who became the big cheese in the government, and ran the entire ******* Federal Communications Commission for quite a few years until recently, Mister Bob McDowell; was also with me in that particular class, taught by the teacher Mister Mackey; who when Bob would act up quite often in his class, would then proceed to say to him, as well as the entire class for all to hear, “Someday he'll grow up and be a man”. He quite obviously did just that, and very successfully may I add here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But none of these wild things are some random coincidence, and IPYT, me kind peeps, and me unkind peeps 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now as far as the microwave oven being wiped out; just wait until you hear the story of how this connects into a very frightening dreaming-interaction NIGHTMARE that I had back early on Monday afternoon. Also, it connects into something that happened just ten minutes or so, before this actual occurrence; and let me tell you all about this item first, before we proceed into the wild discussion of that powerful mother ******* nightmare, that I had, shortly before I arose from my sleep, early two afternoon's back.

I was hand writing a few scribble-notes for doing this very blog, my wonderful blogaudians; and I was making a note to discuss Mister Cooley Hall High Hell Educator (teacher), Mister Count Von Richard Lennon Marcucci, as well as the nineteen-sixties that surrounded a lot of heavy ******* stuff that all merged into my time when I was in Mister Marcucci's classroom at Cooley Hall. I was going to tie in how Ronald Reagan ruined the entire ******* world forever with his goddamn miserable monstrous rotten “Reaganomics”, that replaced the hippie-60's love generation, with the generation of endless greed and crookedness, and a time where hard working people in this rotten ass country can no longer just work real hard and then invest their money into Wall Street, as was the original idea OF WALL STREET, more than a century ago; and how he worsened many things forever, and even worsened the practices in business, one being PLANNED OBSOLESCENCE, and I swear to all things both holy and unholy, that I had just written that little crib note down for a later blog, and then I went to fix my din-din a few minutes after I was through making these crib notes, and POW, I turned on my MW-OVEN, and it ******* blew up, and now for THAT MAJOR MOTHER ******* STORY, STRAIGHT OUT OF THE GATES OF DOGTOWN, OLYMPIA!!!!!!!!!!!!

This was a very powerful “nightmare” as most human beings label these experiences. As you all know quite well; MORIANITY considers “DREAMS” of all types, to be no different than our waking life. The same brain is merely tuning into different parts of the fifth dimensional hyperspace of virtually unlimited parallel universes, that occupy this unfathomably large area. I was working as some weird kind of a part time under cover agent with the FBI, imagine that, in the Cherry Hill, New Jersey, USA area; and it all began as an extremely mysterious layered dream, that was made up of numerous vivid parts that I don't need to get into now, since that is all outside of the point that I want to make about my micro-wave-oven blowing up on me last night!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! After the FBI part of the dream was over, I found myself with one or two other dudes, and we were in some car, and driving along a very heavily wooded road. Houses were on the left side, not only along the road, but layered deeper inside the wooded area; and it was winter time, and I could see the surrounding area quite well, without all of the foliage being on the trees. Now the right side was just pure deep forestation. Suddenly the dude who was driving this vehicle, abruptly wanted to stop; and he said that we should walk into the woods, and maybe we would meet the 'visitor'. I was totally clueless to whom he was referring to, or better said, 'my hyperspace DOPPELGANGER' was clueless. Still, I followed along, and three of us began walking deeper into this heavily wooded area, after pulling the car over into the grass so that it would not be on the road, and before we then exited. We walked perhaps close to half a mile, and this seemed to be along a very narrow pathway that for the most part was in a straight line. We then came to a tiny clearing, but a lot more woods were ahead of us beyond that clearing, and heavy woods seemed to go on and on all around us on all sides. Suddenly a noise began to emanate from only the gods know where. It wasn't really loud but only a stone deaf person could have missed hearing it. Then this totally weird 'thing' proceeded to come out at us quite rapidly. It stopped directly in front of me, and I became absolutely and totally frozen up and incapacitated. Then this 'thing' touched me, and his head literally joined my head, and we were almost the same height; perhaps I was a couple of inches shorter than this 'thing' was, at most. THEN, this horrendous brilliant green groupings of bizarre shapes and disjointed illuminated images, began to just be inside my brain. It was the most horrible nightmarish experience that I ever had, AWAKE OR MOTHER ******* ASLEEP! NOW THE MOTHER ******* KICKER is that the MICROWAVE OVEN, when I went to hit the 5-minute button, to warm up my goddamn ******* dinner; made not only the very exact same sound that was heard when this 'thing' first approached us in those **** eating goddamn woods, my kind folks, YO, BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, the images inside the oven were also the precise ones that I saw in this fiendish nightmare, straight out of mother ******* HELL!!!!!!!!!! The only difference is THE COLOR. In the nightmare, it was a very brilliant green color just like bright green tall blades of grass. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, in the oven in waking life, several hours back; it was a gold color. Now that is wild enough. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, the same exact images were being made, right down to the centimeter, and THAT SAME HORRIBLE SOUND, only yes; I will admit one other difference beside the color; and that is, the loudness. In the oven, it was twice as loud as in the mother ******* nightmare!!!!

The EDUCATIONAL FACTION of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, is quite incredible, and beyond unfathomably powerful. As most readers, and my blogaudians know only too well; even great rock stars who never graduated from their high schools, DO NOT HAVE HIGH SCHOOL DIPLOMAS. Ask your fave star, peeps; and hope they tell you an honest truth. You see I know a lot of them, and I know my facts! I on the other hand, was GIVEN A REGULAR HS-DIPLOMA from my local town high school, the West Collingswood High School, in Southwestern, New Jersey, in Camden County. So why do I keep making such a big deal over this, you may be wondering? Well, if something is done to me, good or bad, that is so unusual that even great rock stars cannot get that same kind of curb-service, well; YOU TELL ME HOW POWERFUL ALL OF THIS ******* BULL **** TRULY IS, YO!!!!!!!

Then we can discuss Mister Sidney Mirrors Cohen Crown; the man whom my wonderful mom was dating, back in the days and times that I was in Mister Marcucci's great and powerful NON-OZ class, or maybe, 'YES-OZ' would be way more freaking appropriate! This entire mother ******* deal is straight out of that long weird hallway that Dorothy and her friends all walked down, in OZ; am I really so mother ******* incorrect, kind and unkind folks, YO??????????????????? Without even touching Mister Ciprionni, or Mister Marcucci for right now; let us move ahead some months, into the autumn in the year of 1970, and skip up to the great and powerful MISTER DAVID LEIGH SMITH!!!!

I went to the Cooley Hall, and was in Mister Smith's class, after the previous school year, and having the great NON-RUSSIAN-LENNON-MCKINNON, as my teacher. Now it was the totally mysterious Mister Smith, and the great philosopher, who insisted that “mathematics is totally impersonal”. Yeah, sure it is, DLS! While in his class, I had my bicycle kept on the Cooley Hall grounds, two days out of the five school days of the week; when I would go over in the afternoons, to another even wilder, and even way more mysterious school, up north just a ways on Kings Highway; from the Cooley Hall. If it ever did have a name, for reasons that completely elude me right now; I never knew it, or I sure as all **** eating hell have totally forgotten it during my entire adult lifetime, and remember folks, I RARELY EVER FORGET ANYTHING, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This other nameless school had some machines and some technologies that STILL WERE NOT AROUND AT THE END OF THE 20TH MOTHER ******* CENTURY. I am not making this story up, and you can mother ******* polygraph me twenty-nine ******* times over, FBI, Sheriff, or anyone out here!!!!!!!!!!

AND THIS WAS IN 1970!!!

Mister Smith made lots of wild statements that have made their way into very recent present times, right here in the great 21^st century. He told me once that my classmate Chuckie Sakers was “SET UP TO FAIL”. Let's talk about just one out of about ten cool things, that I could get into with that whittle ******* bit of major ****; Mister wonderful James Newagefather Redfield!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW THAT, YO! The great and gorgeous lovely Florida Attorney-General, Mizz Pam Bondi, for starters, my BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! All my goddamn adult life, I was prescribed a wonderful medication called ATIVAN. It was given to me, and it worked. This is what medicine and doctors, and the medical world was originally all about; helping people to feel better, and to live longer and more productive lives; and once upon a mother ******* **** eating time, doctors even listened to their patients!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, this all changed under the **** huffing wonderful dirtball REAGAN'S, and their stupid ass mother ******* “WAR ON DRUGS”. I'm not mother ******* saying that there is nothing to this, but I am saying that when that **** totally interferes with the health and the proper care of patients, SUCH AS MYSELF, who was on this medication from July of 1983, through December of 2014; and then abruptly “CUT OFF COLD TURKEY”, while doctors, and Pam Bondi's other puppets of HER PILL MILL HATERS CLUB, had the attitude of, “We'll put you in the hospital and let you get sick, and if you die you die”; and that is a direct quote, OH WONDERFUL SHERIFF MASCARA, from my then doctor, SCHORR, here in Fort Pierce; practicing with that scumbag Doctor Shareef, or however he spells his screwed up name; working out of that horrible 'Hotel-California check in, but not out, hospital', here in town; known as Lawnwood Regional Horse-Pistol!!!!!!!!!! Yes friends and fiends, Chuckie Sakers, AND MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR, BOTH, were “SET UP TO FAIL”, and without any other outside mysterious forces in NYC, or in the world OF ELECTRONIC DEVICES; SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

AND THIS WAS IN 1970!!!

Another beyond HUUUUUUUGE story 2-B told soon,

Studio Park Records & the lovely Mizz Sally Starr:

Peeps, in the middle 60's and when the 'DARK SHADOWS' TV-SHOW had just begun on 27 June of 1966, and had replaced the great 'SALLY STARR' and her 'POPEYE THEATER' show, on the ABC NETWORK's Channel 6 local Philadelphia afternoon lineup television schedule; I had just been released from the monstrous horrible undeserved talked-into-going prison type place, and given no choice as I was but a mere child of ten years and 9 months of age then, in the starting of September of 1965; and when the school year had ended, which was my 6^th-grade year, I left this nightmare Dogtown hellhole joint, that was called the NJNPI, or the (NEW JERSEY NEURO PSYCHIATRIC INSTITUTE). At the same time this show began and I was not yet aware of this new soap TV-show and did not begin watching it until several weeks into it and the episode if me' memories R at all accurate here, where the 2 gorgeous babes were in the dining room of the Collinwood Mansion, and talking about the “meanings of life and death”, and also a major significance with 'Mountainpen' and his 'Morianity' as well as long B that started when I was back living in the early 1990's, at Misses Patricia Meeker's rental home in Gibbsboro, NJUSAESMWG. So right B-4 the days when I became completely hooked on this fantastic flagging television show in the summer of 1966, I went 2 sleep one night at the WESTMONT APARTMENT number 125-A, and had me' vely vely vely first DREAM-NIGHTMARE where I was running away from a horrendous group of monsters that I just knew as we all just know stuff in our dreams many times, called themselves, the 'SHADOW MONSTERS', and yes, as in 'SHADOW'. This was the beginning of the 1970 yet 2 arrive SERIAL WASHCLOTH TAWF FAMILY FROM HELL AND ITS NUMEROUS AND ENDLESS INESCAPABLE NIGHTMARES THAT WOULD SURROUND MY ENTIRE LIFE AND YES LOVELY MIZZ MARILYN McCOO; & IN ALL 5 DAMN DIMENSIONS OF MUSIC, AND EVEN OUT OUTSIDE AND BEYOND MUSIC ITSELF!!!!!!!! So just what was this series of dreams from middle 1966 that followed me 4 a solid 2 years give or take a couple of months, where I was running away from this army of beyond frightening monsters that indeed were labeled the 'SHADOW MONSTERS', and how does this come 2 perfectly all fit into the summer of 1970 THAT ASTRAL WORLD FAMILY or 'TAWF' 4 a shortened abbreviation here?????? So just what did happen 2 me, back in these terrifying nightmares that would run the blood ice cold of the scariest dudes in the super max Federal prison yards all over this awesome USA nation?????????????? It begins with me being in a home that is owned by some old lady, whom I did not even know in waking or real life, as U all refer 2 it as here. Suddenly there is a knock at the door and she answers the door. In walks a shadowy figure that had 2-B close 2 eight feet tall, very thin, without substance, just dark, and completely shadowy. He looked at me and said that I am gonna' die the most horrible death that I could ever possibly imagine. Instantly I got up from where I was sitting on either a couch or a chair in the home, and started running 4 a rear door leading into a rear yard of the home. I managed 2 make it out and would end up 2 or 3 blocks away, in this nightmare dream. I would knock on the door of another home, and another old lady would answer it. It was always an old lady every single time. The same thing would happen over and over. Suddenly along came another SHADOW MONSTER, sometimes even more than one, as this varied. But I would always manage 2 run away and out another door and escape 2 yet another home and immediately, another knock on the new door would come. I never told a single soul about this nightmare, not a one, great FBI, NOT ONE. Take that as a sworn goddamn oath, great agents, please!!!!!!!!!! These nightmares persisted into 1968 sometime, and around the time of the late spring and about just less than 2 years after it began in 1966. On the DARK SHADOWS TV-SHOW, suddenly we have this white hot gorgeous witch named Casandra Collins, with awesome lovely Mizz Lara Parker playing her role on this awesome TV-show. She caused poor After-Choke Barnabas Atco, 2 become a victim of her 'DREAM-CURSE' that was a lot like this, the knocks at doors, the serial continuation, the beyond frightening experience of it all, many other things that time simply won't permit a full account of right now so allow me 2 bring this up 2 the final ingredient placed into the stew pot or witches brew if U will here, kind folks. The telling of the dream when awake 2 the next person in line 4 having it. Now I admit that this worked slightly differently, but the similarities 2 it R unmistakable, and surreal beyond anyone' possible furthest imagination. When the same type of nightmare became a part of me' waking world life through viewing it on what was now me' fave-TV show, pow, it ended forever, just as the dreams ended 4 peeps IN THE SHOW, once they told the person in their dreams, all about the dream. This was how this Cassandra-Collins-DREAM-CURSE operated, simple as that. Now these shadow monsters never actually caught me or hurt or killed me, but the fear was so great, that I don't know my goddamn heart survived some of this horrendous mistreatment!!!!!!!!!! Now in-between the time of all of these events that must have literally been shoved right out form beyond HELL's VERY GATES onto this mortal realm, with the SHADOW MONSTER SERIAL NIGHTMARES; and the Ventnor, NJUSAESMWG nightmares of THAT FAMILY while staying all alone in a big house at the age of 15, owned by a pervo child molester, where my lungs were being cut out after being shot 2 death, and magical washcloths were being replaced and inserted into me' body, in those awful putrid nightmares, also in a serial continuing nature; was the MOTOR-CYCLE CHAIN deal, that was suddenly, and 4 no logical reason whatsoever, given 2 me one day, by Mister John Henningsen; and a man who was anything but someone who gave stuff. Just as with me' daughter, and I learned this on the King Nebnooshoo night of early August in 1986 in the Big Apple; these peeps R takers, naught givers!!!!!!!!!! So then just Y did he one day, and out of the total Amy Cooley true BLUE or any Blue, queens or no queens; just give me this cool chain???????? YYYYYYY????

Every possible part of human life is totally covered by the great and powerful EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!!!! They don't miss one mother ******* **** eating goddamn trick, YO, IPYT!!!! NOT A ONE. Not by a long-shot, Mister Perry White! Electronics is a major part of the humanity equation, ever since the great 20^th century began taking off, and move ever closer to mother ******* 'doomsday'. Every day is always one day closer to doomsday, because sooner or later, our sun will blow up, and burn this planet to a ******* cinder. You know folks, earlier this year, the great and powerful non-OZ-NASA peeps; launched a rocket to go to the sun. Check it out online if you don't believe me ladies and gentlemen, butButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, here's my mother ******* question? Why do we the citizenry never hear anything more about **** like this? Do they know that PERHAPS SOMETHING HAS GONE WRONG WITH THE GODDAMN SUN? They sure won't tell you or me, if they know anything like that, and folks; IPYT one right here and right now; with or without the great lovely 'L&O' Lieutenant Anita Van Buren!!!!!!!!!!! When I was a young boy, the sun appeared to me in a very powerful interaction, and was crying. He said to me, “Mark, I won't be around that much longer”. Was this just another one of Mountainpen's crazy whack job nutty ass dreams??????????????? Still folks, we'll get back on point now, with the topic of the ELECTRONIC-FACTION, of the ESS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This world got a whole lot crazier as a collective race of entities, after the invention and wide usage of RADIO. Any mother ******* statistician who's worth their salt in dog **** also knows quite well, that this same worsening of humanity's total madness, increased after the next invention of this ESS-FACTION, television. Then again, things got far crazier still, after wider usage of computers, and then crazier still when they all hooked up together and became the internet. Then as if things could not possibly get worse and yet nuttier still, along came SOCIAL-MEDIA. This got big around the time that Treyvon Martin was shot and killed by that nutcase trouble maker Zimmerman. From here, things have turned into what you all see around you; from Washington, DC, and all over the entire mother ******* globe. So, can it get even worse? Stay tuned, as Morianity plans to share a whole lot more on that little bit of stinky ******* dog ****!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT!!!

Shirley Alva; the friend of mom's shipping company coworker, Mizz Jane Davis, from the good old brotherly love city, and great Philadelphia. WOW THIS! Daughters who are somehow lab-technicians, when we expand reality into the fifth dimension. Powerful connections into things that go back into 1979 and 1980, regarding what I jokingly either referred to on my electronic-metaphysics tapes with Professor Theodore Jackson, and NYC-tycoon Mister Shorty MacInvondi; or to a few acquaintances from my past, who I trusted, and maybe shouldn't have, as the 60^th dimension; need to be further addressed right about now. The huge part of all of this lies in an experience that I had while residing at a home that was owned by a man who was straight from hell itself, and who put me through hell cubed, Mister Richard Dirt-Bag Karpf, of Cherry Hill, New Jersey. I went to sleep one night just as I had done for more than thirty years of my life back then, in the month of August, of the year 1986; and my entire life altered as a result of what happened mother ******* next, before I awoke to face the very first day IN ETERNAL HELL. The Atlantic City Medical Center, as it was called back then, in the year of 1986; was major involved with all of this, as was a lab-technician; but the story does not end there, it only begins there; and it morphs into pig **** so horrific that no words could ever even come freaking close, to properly telling this story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Folks, when I got up this afternoon, and went over to my window to look outside at the weather, as I normally do shortly after waking up, and taking a goddamn piss, and grabbing a whittle something to drink; I observed a very curious and spurious individual, driving in a mid to dark color automobile, that I believe was a four door type of sports car. Sheriff Mascara sir, here is some information for you, kind sir! The time was approximately half past four in the afternoon, yesterday, kind sir. This would be Tuesday the 20^th of November, kind sir. It was a young slim appearing AA male, car occupied once, and he was driving southbound down 7^th Street; and he made a left turn onto the street outside of my window, and then proceeded to turn left again, and into the public parking area across from this PH Building, where many people do park and then go into some kind of building, that is off to the east, beyond the parking lot and small park surrounding it. He parked and appeared to shut his car off, but he looked directly up at my apartment, and then he instantly appeared to put his car back into gear after turning it on again. He drove out after making a complete park in a spot that faced my apartment perfectly. He saw me looking back at him, and this seemed to make him decide to leave at once, kind sir. But this time, instead of driving back on 7^th Street heading northbound where he had originally come from, he crossed over 7^th Street, and then proceeded westbound and up on Avenue B. This seemed very strange behavior. I know that if some police person were to ever see me do this type of maneuver with my vehicle, I would be stopped for an ID check, and some basic questions. Just wanted you to know about this; me wonderful kind Sheriff KJM, sir!!!!

There was definitely a movie that was being advertised somewhere, back about one or two months in time, as movies normally get advertised on television; by the great gang of Hollywood. It was about Mister Trump's presidency. This movie has vanished into the same misty ******* moonlight of Steven King's great one or two 'Gs' fog of Littletall. No one seems to know what I'm even talking about. Have I been moved again, 5^th dimensionally? Hey, it's happened before, and we all remember, or HOPEFULLY some do. You know, the great mysterious Incollingo's Grocery Store of Egg Harbor City up there in Jersey, with those vanilla verses chocolate cup cakes? And right in that very same time circa with those ******* cup cakes, was my automobile registration. I am indeed being moved around in the 5^th freaking dimension, AND I KNOW IT!!!! Then recently, maybe within a month of time or less, some mother ******* total ass-wipe on TV, who should have had his facts straight before saying what he said, definitely said that the guy running for the Florida Governor's seat, the Mayor of Tallahassee, Florida, Mister Gillum; married Diana Ross's daughter, Tracy. This made me look like a ******* asshole, when I blogged stuff about his “mother in law, DR”. I am starting to see now just how real TRUMP'S FAKE NEWS **** is really getting to mother ******* be, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry for the damn ass confusion on this issue, on my prior blogs; me peeps. WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

For the great human invasion to take place, the Astral Plane Gods and Goddesses need to have a powerful tool; not only for the times that were primitive, where they could fool us with their parlor tricks and claim to be our GOD/GODS, me wonderful peeps; butButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, in our more advanced times as well. Even with the recent advancements in so many things here on this Earth Planet; not a mother ******* soul is one bit receptive to the ultimate truths of MOUNTAINPEN'S MORIANITY, and its teachings regarding their incredible tool and weapon, that delivers ultimate stealthy effective control over this world's entire freaking population!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just sit in here, and to quote my great old fart father from 1976, “shake my head”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And what is the name of that tool? The ESS!

Yes, the ultimate human invasion, THE EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, and their wonderful and quite freaking ass effective faction, or part, or chapter; the ELECTRONICS faction. Yes folks, WOW THIS!

I can speak about lots of mother ******* things, me kind peeps. If you don't wanna listen or believe the poor old MOUNTAINPEN, then I can talk to you about anything ranging between Nancy's noodle knockers, to Gloria's golden goblets; and nothing will matter. Still, I DO PLAN TO KEEP RIGHT ON ******* TALKING, AND RIGHT ON TELLING! So put that in your bee buzzing bonnets from here to Freddy's fake fish farm, YO. The true connections are all inside our own heads, and only top genius computer geeks or some of them, fully grasp this truth and reality; and perhaps some very high end Quantum Physicists. The rest of you out here are beyond totally clueless, and just laugh and scoff at that whack job nut case Mister Mountainpen. BUT IN THE END, those who laugh the hardest and the loudest, will cry the hardest and the loudest. IPYT one, me wonderful peeps. Either you, or your descendants will, as this WILL absolutely freaking happen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So then with all of this ESS bull **** out of the way, just why did so many things that happened to me since I left Cooley Hall, all really happen? Do you honestly think that answers are that easily forthcoming, just because we eventually begin arriving at a few big truths as to the mechanics of things that lay behind those GAP OZ-CURTAINS? Boy oh boy oh boy, do I wish that it really worked out like that, me peeps. No such mother freaking luck, YO. Seeing these truths merely allows a lot of otherwise huge deceptions and delusions, to be lesser amplified. Knowing the things that I do, simply tones down the incredible total covert stealth, that would otherwise be all encompassing; and with no hope whatsoever of any light ever being shed on any truths. The people in the psych industry insist on seeing things according to what they have learned in college, taught to them in rote, by professors, and books, and perhaps now, with the computers too. Still, propagating falseness just leads to endless nonsense being spewed out all over the goddamn place. Think about it for a minute, and you'll not be able to help seeing that I am correct. I can show you proof of things that people simply insist CANNOT BE REAL. Why did the great disco queen Donna Summer, mention me on three separate songs, in 1982 with the signal from my fast erase tape system, in 1989 with the HH Apartments (Haddon Hills) dream about all of the other times and places being only dreams, but this time I totally know that it's real, and finally in 1993 about “MY” messed up mind, really Donna girl?! Well, she was sure correct about the cats and dogs and kids thing, and I'll admit that I was not always a loving person, and she did indeed tell me things that edified me in the long run, and for that, I'll be endlessly grateful to her, and wish her only the best back there in the great ENDLESSNESS of PURGATORY! Hey, why did Karen Carpenter leave this world for that same wonderful purgatory, right after I left #1802 Robin Hill Apartments, for 134 Norris Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey, USAESMWG, on 2-1-83? For that matter, just why really, did my daughter's doppelganger go into that laboratory technician, from my throat specialist; back in 1984? Folks; living trapped in three tiny dimensions, will never produce accurate answers, and THAT MUCH, I DO KNOW FOR TOTAL CERTAINTY! Only a 5-D viewpoint and perspective, permits me to see at least over the heads of many mighty giants who all came and went, before me! People have the idea that I am guessing my old school-mate from Cooley, Russ Thaxton, mostly share. They think that a person is able to escape things by traveling in miles or time. If a hell around a person is large enough, I know for a fact that it swallows up things such as distance, and time, and yes, EVEN DEATH. Do you have a better explanation for why I am here physically, after dying twenty times, and I mean dying; not some near experience to dying, butButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT goddamn totally dying, YO??????????? You can argue with me until you're blue in the face, from over eating Patty's pumpkin pies. Reality won't ******* alter as a result. I have died OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN so why am I not dead right now, YO BRO???

Maybe we need to examine lots of goddamn things for a short whittle time. It totally seems to me that I was not the only one who wondered about the great lab-tech from 1984. Even BonJovi's 2^nd cuzz Tony, and his faithful Avalon employee Ryan; knew there was both smoke, as well as fire, in all of this. I know that my fave TV-law show was wondering too. I mean hey, if I can't put together a thousand unmissable damn clues, then I need to go back to grammar school, and sit around on the swing set with the little rug rats, munching on Tasty-Cakes! Still, I don't know why the ESS does this. I do know that there are so many vigintillions of parallel worlds, that all anyone has to do to win the Powerball Jackpot, is to buy any number group at all, and then find a way to take that over to one of your hyperspace doppelgangers living in a parallel world that matches the numbers that you bought. I say this only to make the point that there are so many worlds in hyperspace, and so many endless possibilities in the entire mix of fifth dimensional interaction; that no computer, even if it was the size of a thousand entire galaxies; would be able to make any real absolute sense to it all. The gods cannot even do it for crissake, me peeps. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT you can freaking damn ass bet your bottom dollar that they really enjoy PLAYING THE GAME, as this game distracts them away from the most horrible thoughts that would otherwise begin creeping into their awareness, or mind or whatever; and that is the hopelessness of endlessness. You as a human being, think that this would be wonderful and terrific. You need to carefully and closely watch a particular TWILIGHT ZONE episode with PIP the afterlife-guide, who takes this really bad crook into purgatory, and after a while, it dawns on him, that no matter how wonderful it may be, the endlessness will crush you like a trillion ******* tons of bricks falling onto your goddamn head!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The gods know that they must distract themselves away from this awareness of endlessness, by creating this incredible EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, and coming out into this nuclear dream of hyperspace; and doing all of these things, and a countless mother ******* zillion other things as well!!!!!!!!!!!!

Here's another really good one for all of you today, me people. There was an actress back from the days that my mom would call, “Old Hollywood”, by the name of Heady Lamar. I may as usual, with my poor spelling skills; be slightly misspelling the name of this once great actress. The time circa was the forties, and this was a woman who lived back in those days, when like it or not ladies out there, women were either nurses, secretaries, or housewives, basically. Susan B. Anthony may have given women the voter rights, but that was that. Women were not inventing wild 'ELECTRONIC' gismos, as this just wasn't any part of reality; from hockey sticks to voice-print matches! Yet this wonderful marvelous and super gorgeous actress lady, invented an incredible device that I saw in a parallel universe, even before I became aware that this great lady invented this mind bending 'RADIO' device, right here in my waking world reality, or “this universe”, where I exist physically in this body. What it does is allow many more bandwidths of old style radio, to carry many more stations inside it, and thus program-information; and this was used in World War ll, and the Army and the government tried to steal her great invention, but she eventually was awarded what she deserved; and did a major part to help the war effort. People don't know these things, and I didn't either. It wasn't until one day about a year ago give or take some months, that I was watching one of her movies on the 'AMC', or one of those movie channels on my Cable TV System, and afterwards; the announcer and narrator comes on to discuss various things about the movie, as well as those who acted in the films. This radio jumped frequencies, one to another, and the actual transmission was based on an exact rapidly jumping scramble of the numerous frequencies on the radio band, and naturally increasing the possible amount of bandwidth by leaps and bounds. This was not ever used in peace time after the war, or at least not to my knowledge. BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, there is indeed a powerful parallel universe connection to this lady, and this wonderful invention of hers. It is way to complex to even begin tackling all of this for right now on this blog, that is already on page number 44, on my open office system. WHAAAAAA!

No people, Reaganomics and President Ronald Reagan, were very unpleasant and dark days in this country's past. The pubs know fully well that Reaganomics and their trickle-down junk, DOES NOT WORK, but they do their best to keep trying to endlessly fool the dumber people who don't know how to multiply double numbers together without a Walmart freaking calculator. President Reagan ****** up the entire world when he was elected in November of 1980, and was in office from January 1981 through January of 1989. Then to make **** even worse, the PUB-RULE went on another four goddamn years with his vice-president, asshole daddy-BUSH. Say what you want to, anyone of you damn ass buttwipes; Mister Clinton was the greatest thing to ever happen in this country. If he had not come along, we wouldn't even need **** head Mister Trump, because we already would no longer be AMERICA, and would be under total dictatorship martial law!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, that will be coming after January of '25 any way, so goddess help us!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But the great wonderful love generation of the hippie sixties, was rapidly replaced with the 80's monstrous greedy generation of scum bag yuppies, and other New York dirt bags! No more rewarding a hard working man for doing what the gods put us on this miserable ******* world to do. We try and invest our hard earned money in that crooked post Reagan Wall Street, and they steal and cheat it away from us. WOW, what a wonderful mother ******* country this is. Don't rollover in your **** chewing graves, old 7^th great grand-pappy, Samuel Huntington. You and your pals, the other founding fathers; you might as well just enjoy the endlessness of the purgatory, and forget all about this horrendous screwed up place, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MAGNESONIC, OPEN COMMAND, G-7.

WHOEVER IS SCREWING UP MY ENTIRE LIFE AND PERSECUTING ME TO MY GRAVE, WITH NUMEROUS TYPES OF ASSAULTS, IS TO BE SCANNED FOR TOTAL CRUSH DESTRUCT, SINGE DESTRUCT, TOTAL DESTRUCT, DESTRUCT; ON ALL GENERAL AND ALL CODED GENERAL ORDERS. USE BOTH 'AD' AND 'ZD' TECHNOLOGIES. MAGNESONIC, ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A/B TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, YOU WILL NOW HAVE YOUR 1983 AT&T OLD STYLE PHONE-TONES DATA TRANSFERRED, INTO LONG-EEEEE VOWEL-SOUND PRINT, WITH THE RED PRINT FOR THE 'A' TONE, AND THE BLUE PRINT FOR THE 'B' TONE.

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GO TO G-189, UNDER SPECIAL ORDER 18, AND STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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LOYAL-30, The Next Blog and Subtitled; 4 ABSOLUTELY DIFFERENT REASONS THAN TIMES FROM B-4, TODAY'S MEGA-TERRA-SUPER HYPER BOTBAR DAY HAS JUST ABOUT NOTHING 2 DO WITH PRESENT TIME ACTUAL PERSECUTION

06:54 PM, Friday, February 2, 2024

SUPER SUPER SUPER BOTBAR AND MEDIUM HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC DAY

Well folks, today was beyond a mother frucking total lulu 4 the poor pitiful nonron (P-P-N) Mountainpen. The aerial siege was there and present as it almost always is, but not real super awful bad and so when months and months of it keep happening around me, all humans develop that sort of 'getting-used-2-stuff' syndrome effect, and so unless it is off the dials major horrible, it is just there and ever present and ever annoying but something I have learned 2 endlessly plucking live with in my Huntington Cursed sub-existence called my-present-me-life. What happened 2 me early this goddamn afternoon is Y the stock market jumped up, and has now gained perdy dern dirty glass close 2 a full 6 THOUSAND POINTS NOW SINCE LESS THAN A YEAR AGO IN LATE SPRING TIME OF 2023 SOMEWHERE, WHEN IT CLOSED AT A NEAR-TERM LOW POINT OF JUST OVER 33-K BASIS-POINTS. So just what caused this horrendous mother flagging day, U obviously R now wondering???????? Well, simplllleeee, Sir Officer Chuck Korean Kim from late 1978 at Certainteed!!!!!!!

I received another call from these demonic creditors as well as letter of my owing a debt 2 them which has persisted without ever stopping and only backs off at most, 4 maybe half a year, and then it comes back strong and forever annoying. But all of that was bad enough, and it gets a whole goddamn lot worse, let me tell U all, and when I am all through here FBI, if U refuse 2 investigate all that I now plan 2 reveal 2-U here on this blog, then shame on goddessdog U, dudes and duddesses out there. Please, all I truly ask U-2 do is remember that what is now happening 2 me, can just as easily SOMEDAY B HAPPENING EITHER DIRECTLY 2-U, OR 2 SOMEONE U LOVE AND CARE 4 WITH ALL OF YOUR MIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!! So don't do squat 4 me, do it 4 goddamn U, YO. PWEEEEEZE.

A thorough full tedious investigation of my life, will reveal that something has absolutely gone down, very damn glass dirty, just as was told 2 me over a telephone some time in 1981 while residing at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, by a nice attorney from Moorestown, NJUSAESMWG if me' memories R serving me at all accurately here, peeps. Forget music and the © Copyright Office and the 'LOST LOVE' SONG, OR AT LEAST, PUT IT ON THE BACK BURNER 4 NOW, AND LISTEN 2 WHAT I TELL U ABOUT OTHER STUFF. If U run an honest and open minded investigation, and realize, that quoting what the movie actor Sir Mel Gibson told Mizz other movie actress Julia Roberts, in a fictional NYC taxicab in that marvelous movie called, 'Conspiracy Theory'; was perfectly correct and endlessly apropos and fitting with my hellishness and true tale of life-long miseries and woe-whiz-me nightmares; U will C that although no powerful and direct stuff that may B of court-sufficient evidence quality will come charging out at U in that investigation, what will however begin 2 become completely undeniable is that “SOMETHING DIRTY IS DEFINITELY GOING DOWN ALL AROUND ME, AND HAS BEEN SINCE MY BIRTH, and then worsening in absolute definite time-stages or periods, such as were listed on recent prior blogs just this year, and using the example of the Crown Amplifier with the attached keyboard, and the pet cat or dog running across the keyboard making the same horrendous noises and with the volume being raised up higher on particular occasions or in time-jumps. I used that example simply 2 make me' comparison. So moving on now with this, it is powerful and frightening, and only so-far surface scratched, and making this even more deathly glass frightening; me' awesome peeps aldare, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! When we take my long ago interactions with many people from Atlantic City, both in the late 60's and early into the 70's, and then again in the middle and late nineties in my attempt 2 get 2 the bottom of some of the antics from my rotten monstrous childhood, right away we get some inescapable stuff that could only B ignored by some wild payola scheme or threats 2 shut up or else and along the lines of the Agent Condor and Agent Falcon threats from the WPIX-Channel 11, NYC Television documentary from 1988, called, 'UFO, the Cover Up', and everybody decent and honest and truthful following along here, knows this is true and real, and 100 percent beyond surreal, as well as what could also B said here; & that it is what nightmares R all made of, or what the definition of a nightmare while awake just might B. It doesn't begin with any one thing and is 2 damn intricate 2-B looked at in simple chronological paper work. This is because so much of it all wraps into other parts of the other items that all intertwine and connect together, but not in only human ways, but also in ways that literally seem 2 have an origin from the world of the spirit, and in a Christian nation such as this USA, making that bold statement here should not automatically make me a crackpot, only unfortunately YO, IT DERN DOES INDEED!!!!!!!! We have P&M where a lot seems 2 begin, but does it? What is even bigger than that took place on the following summer with the mighty pervo Mister Tom Reale. Not only did he have me stay at that home there on Cornwall Avenue, but then some time in the following years between my leaving that night on the 12^th of July in 1970, and during my search 2 locate the great Sarah Krassle in the middle 1990 times, the ACMUA water company) bought that exact property from Tom Reale, and 4 reasons only known 2 them; and even if all possible earthly reasons exclude Mark Mohr being there, and molested there, and in and on, the spiritual realities of Sarah Karge's granddaughter, who is Sarah Callio Martino, who worked her entire life AT THIS WATER COMPANY, the ACMUA and SARAH KARGE being my spirit world SARAH, since no trace of her existence could ever B found in this mortal realm physical life, FBI; President Biden, or anyone else in authority who realizes and recognizes the powers behind the great PEEPS-MAG-D-S INITIALS SYNDROME OF ALL MUSICAL CONCERTS IN THE 5TH DIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE AND BEYOND, BACK IN THE TIMELESS PURGATORY; and intertwined with this and dozens of other nasty horrific items is the dreams that came upon me while living there on those 19 days in 1970 and all about some strange horrible family who seemingly was getting off on doing me in 100 percent totally and completely. Now Princeton University's great Professor Al Einstein, talked about turning mass into energy by, multiplying by the speed of light squared. I say forget all of that, YO. That beyond horrible WASHCLOTH NIGHTMARE DOGTOWN FAMILY took my body and bones, and me' flesh, and insides; and without any speed of light multiplications being needed nor involved in the mix whatsoever, managed 2 turn it directly and totally into ASH, and soon 2-B forgotten memories 2-B urinated and spat upon by those passing by me' Potters-Field Grave someday vely vely vely non Cooley Hall Bob McDowell SOON; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When this actual waking world family went onto manage my successful STOCKHOLM SYNDROME KIDNAPPING in the late summer time of the year of 2008; this world turned another one of the mighty, and now latengrate Sir Pat Robertson, cornerstones; just as the one that he was describing concerning the year of 1967, and when the 'DARK SHADOWS' TV-SHOW went into its 2^nd season, and the 1^st season had completed, as the show's original air-date was June 27, 1966; and now when purchasing the BOX-SET of this TV-show, it seemingly is missing this entire first season, unless 4 whatever the reasons may B, the library copies at my local library here in Saint Lucie County, Florida-USA, have this missing first season. Yes 1969 and then 2008 were major wild global cornerstone turnings, and U were so right, and I'm giving this 2-U Mister Robertson, posthumously, 'but still'; oh Detective Lenny Briscoe, Sir. FBI; U want 2 know about kidnapping under Stockholm Syndrome, or how 80 plus percent of the largest crimes ever committed in this awesome marvelous nation called the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, all were done AFTER personal research or personal foreknowledge or personal connected relatability was first involved in the situation, well, we can go with just the SAFET and closely named peeps here such as me' Cooley Hall special-education teacher with the coffee and coworker in the photo or their very close dern lookalikes that I post up from time 2 time, or we can forget SAFET and believe that a direct link exists, but either way, come on. U know stuff, and so I know U know family secrets, and I know that U damn grass know what's getting told and said here, so I don't dare get all that specific, but in case U-R a wee tad bit slow in figuring it out here, those wild letters R interchangeable in a whole lot of 'Morianity-related' things; not just being under a Stockholm Kidnapping situation, YO, as in 'R' and 'T'. And then with or without ICE-T, or ice tea, & served one day in 1969, over at me' ole' pal Brad Messenger's joint; and me' having EXTRA SUGAR IN ME' TEA, YO; AND SO DON'T TELL ME FBI, THAT U DON'T KNOW WHAT'S BEING SAID, SO DON'T GO PLEASE EVER TELLING ME THAT I AM USING THE TECH ON YOUR MINDS NOW, AS I KNOW THAT U KNOW ALL ABOUT THIS WHOLE DERN GLASS THING, YO BRO!!! Do U dudes and duddesses wanna' know what has been done 2 me, besides all that I've been blogging and telling so far?????? First B-4 telling the tale here, U must know that some research has been done and made, and that I learned some wild stuff, and that first off; Florida is always considered 2-B the very best state 2 come 2, if U have some big problems WITH YOUR DEBTS. I did not come here 4 that reason, but it also seems that New Jersey is one of the worst states 4 having a major debt issue with creditors. It appears that I have 2 judgments against me, and that only peeps who absolutely hate me' guts would have engineered such a powerful attack on a poverty stricken person, who has no way of paying tid bits of monies by the reference point of large banks and financial institutions; and the only reason in the world 4 what exactly has been done 2 me with 2 particular old debts, IS PERSONAL, and it never would have been done in ordinary circumstances. Things like this only would B done if someone TOLD them 2 do it and made it worth their while financially, illegal payola in other words, FBI!!!!! First, these two debts R separate issues, and one goes back all the way into 1994 and the other one form 2009 was refiled against me 7 years later in 2016 when they bought the debt that I had with the J-C-PENNEY peeps, who if U all remember here, screwed with me back in 1994 with their copying of Tom Reale's studdering, with their TV-ad-spot that went, 'D-I-T----D-I-T----DOIN' IT RIGHT, over and over again. Some loophole in the goddamn law has allowed this LLC in Minnesota that buys debts, 2 do this entirely legally. They have somehow managed 2 get 2 new legal judgments, and by new, they were officially filed and recorded as active, one on February 24, 2012, and one on June 3, 2016. Now my credit report with all three major credit reporting agencies shows none of these negative items, and all I can conclude concerning that, is that the debt and credit laws, even with the clever frucking loophole allowing this rotten debt collection agency 2 make these new filing suits against me; R preventing the credit reporting agencies from entering negatives from debts owed from this long ago, against me' current credit report. Still, if they wish 2, they still have years 2 take me 2 court and try and collect money from me. What happens then, is a deposition is taken after I am sworn under penalty of perjury 2 give accurate accounts of my net worth and my income, assets, liabilities, and all of that; and then they can petition a judge 2 take anything of value away from me until the debt is satisfied. Of course I own nothing, my old clunker car is completely totaled after that drunken lady smashed into it back on 09-27-2019 and completely got away with her crime, and it is worth less money even in perfect condition since it is 20 years of age now, than it would cost 2 do a repair job on the broken body that is being held together with that great stuff that is like an extremely sticky white thin wide tape covering. I applied a roll of this 2 the damaged area nearly a year ago now, and it is still fine, but the car is officially totaled and also it has nearly 94 thousand miles on the odometer now. All other items in my prefab home here R owned by me' landlord. All I have R a few beat up old ugly clothes, and this broken down computer that is not worth fifty bucks. No judge would B able 2 do anything 2 me, and they don't throw a dude in prison unless he did all of this fraudulently as I did not, and was forced 2 run away from my kidnapping situation, literally with the clothes on my back in 12-2009, and I have nothing. But still this evil enemy won't quit persecuting me night and day right 2 me' goddamn grave, FBI!!!!!!!!!!!!! Call it the WOMO-SPACEFORCE-MACYFORCE-TRUMPFORCE (WSMT), call it Satan the Devil and HIS demonic antichrist kingdom, call it the results of being the chosen one in this family line under the HUNTINGTON CURSE OF 3,000 YEARS NOW, call it whatever U may wish 2 goddamn call it, oh weerlld aldare, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! So should I decide 2 move back into NO-JOY-ZEE-USA and out of debt-haven Florida, just what would then happen 2 me concerning this plot 2 screw with me based on varying state-2-state legislation's with the debt laws?????????? Folks and FBI; I could fill up half a wing on a law library and blogger dot com wouldn't allow that much information up on my blog on their site 4 reasons of plagiarism and copyright infringement as well as just maximizing a daily space in text rule. It is vely vely non Bob 1972 extensive and intricate, 2 say the vely least here, and so placed in a total compressed abridged nut-shell here peeps, I CANNOT LEAVE FLORIDA AND GO BACK 2 JERSEY, AND IF I LEAVE FLORIDA, IT BETTER B-2 A PORT FAR AWAY FROM THE USA, AND HOW DO I DO THAT WHEN I DEPEND ON THEIR GODDAMN SOCIAL SECURITY MONIES 2 LIVE ON 4 CRISSAKE, YO ME' BRRRRRRRRRR??????????? So LSS here peeps, if I cannot make the ONLINE GAMING AND ROULETTE ACCOUNT WORK, then I can forget that little hope of making a few bucks and forcing my enemies 2 pay 4 the privilege of endlessly persecuting and harassing me straight 2 me' total grave-stone death!!!!!!!!! All of these things R endlessly plotted and planned 2 ruin and wreck every single thing I have ever tried doing in my entire life. I knew decades ago that this force was using female recording artists in some wild nutty total way in this mix of wiping me out, FBI, and if U refuse 2-C these truths and just think of me as some crazy goddamn crack-pot, then it is flucking total goddamn curtains 4 the Mountainpen, and my opinion of this so-called loving righteous 'GOD' that we all R supposed 2 have somewhere 'out there', wouldn't B even close 2 appropriate 2 print and post onto a goddamn blogging frucking site!!!!!

Now showing U the roulette and moving out of Florida and the credit connections here, and just because I am not able 2 show with this same glittering, sparkling, glowing, glistening, glimmering, worm-crawling elaborated and elucidated effects and detailed amounts with my situation of being child molested in an exact piece of property that later on was purchased by the one and only great and illustrious ACMUA or the Sarah Callio WATER COMPANY as Morianity also refers 2 this crap-hole by; does not mean that all of this along with my kidnapping by this family and under the Stockholm Syndrome 2 boot YO, is not all just as perfectly planned and has powerful agendas, objectives, motives, and goals, and BY SATAN HIMSELF 4 CRISSAKE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Have I begun 2 make this point? Has this new part of this very old story, oh lovely Mizz Karen Latengrate Carpenter, EVEN BEGUN YET??????? NOT ON YOUR GODDESSDOG LIVES, LADS AND LASSIES OUT THERE, NAUGHT ON YOUR LIFE, LOVELY 1983 MISS BLAKE, MAH'M!!! Take THAT straight 2 the Toronto Dominion Bank of CANADA, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!

MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES CHARTS IN 2024, FOR BOTBAR DAYS:

2024 ANNUAL, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:

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MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR CALENDAR:

FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 2, 2024---JWSC-FRI-12-45

CURRENT PHASE IS: LAST QUARTER MOON

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.

WANING CRESCENT------(W-N-C)

WANING GIBBOUS--------(W-N-G)

WAXING CRESCENT------(W-X-C)

WAXING GIBBOUS---------(W-X-G)

If this powerful family from beyond the stars does not stop MURDERING ME, GREAT FBI; I ask U-2 turn your attention 2 what I am totally aware of back in my demos days of 1980 at 1802 going far beyond 10 year daughter with number-29's on their brains. I speak of boardwalks with cassette tapes left on them and all sorts of stuff that I am able 2 do and make happen, and the world is right now on the damn cusp of total disaster, so please, I am just asking 4 a tiny little bit of rest and peace, and reminding U all that I as well as U am indeed more than goddamn capable of exacting powerful revenge and circumstances!!!!!!!!!!

I just cannot take this mid thirties plus MP4B junk!!!!!

OH AWESOME ROOMIE AND SIR CHESTER:

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

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LOYAL-30, The Next Blog and Subtitled; Moving Ever Onward with the Most Powerful Story Ever Told Since Jesus Christ, With ESS at Full Blast and Making Nobody Seemingly Give A Trump-Knit From Wild Days & Times Gone By

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YO-YO-YO-YO-YO-YO-YO-W-O-WIPE-OUT.

The transdimensional destruction of Haddonfield-NJ:

NO STORY ON PLANET EARTH IS LIKE THIS ONE.

Great FBI of Quantico; my story is real, this is all real, it is happening and has been going down around me now, ever since I was born; and then it got far far far goddamn worse, once I left the illustrious almighty COOLEY HELL HIGH HALL and school, at the end of January of 1973, and being there only as a guest since aging out on me' 18^th B-D on 12-04-1972, YO!!!!!

But it was AT COOLEY HALL, that I Knew

IN REFLECTED BMS, THAT THIS WOULD ALL

ACTUALLY & LITERALLY HAPPEN 2 ME!!!!!!!!!!

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Live Camera image from Conniston Community MS

SOOOOOOOOOOO, Mister TCE Sir Arthur Crane from late 1991 and into 1992 somewhere; what is this deal with Cooley Hall and me' awesome prophecy called, “The destruction of Haddonfield” that all seemingly was surrounding a totally simultaneously occurring deal with a future location out nearly a full decade into the reflected antimatter space of the year 1980 known then as the ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS, and known only in my B-4-time, as the “farm outside of Haddonfield”, as sure enough, this place then, was indeed precisely and I mean exactly, Sid Crown oh Sir, what it was, just a farm, and it was a wee tad bit 2 the east, and yes, outside of the town called HADDONFIELD, NJUSAESMWG!!!!! So let us push on here Mister Kent, and explain this situation a wee tad bit better here; oh lovely Mizz Patty HHH, as well as Mobster-Louidgee and Inspector Henderson, from that ever awesome fictional original nineteen-fifties 'Superman' Television Show. JEEZ-LOUISE!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was in Mister Smith's class at this special-education school, in the great Cooley Hall, and one day in particular, I just 'knew' that there was a farm outside of town there in Haddonfield, NO-JOY-ZEE-USA and in this 'place' or 'whatever' were peeps who were planning 2 destroy me, and these exact words were inside of me' head and I couldn't think of anything BUTTTTTTTTT, BUTTERCHEESE, BUTT big or small, and or but 4 that one thing. It was completely and totally dominant on me' mind, and I had 2 tell my teacher about this, Mister David Leigh Smith. Less than one year ago in the first half of July in 1970, I had been staying all alone at the age of fifteen years, at that Cornwall Avenue home in Ventnor, NJUSAESMWG that was owned by the sex pervert molester Mister Thomas J. Reale of Somers Point, and where his family, or most of them in those times seemingly all hailed from. While there all by me'self, I would have beyond frightening and troubling nightmarish dreaming interactions, where I was with this entire family of peeps who despised and hated me, and wanted only 2 endlessly hurt and injure me and eventually completely ruin and destroy me, right down 2 me' goddessdog ashes; AND I KNEW THIS DEEP DOWN IN ME' SPIRIT, OH FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION DUDES AND DUDDESSES, YO. I ABSOLUTELY KNEW THIS IN THE MARROW OF ME' BONES. Now the summer season had been long over and there I was back in goddamn school in Smith's class at the southeast corner of COOLEY HALL Building on the property known as the Bancroft School 4 exceptional children. Kids there ran the gamete from severely retarded 2 misfit geniuses. Some had epileptic fits and seizures, and they would suddenly just make a sick sound and fall down onto the floor, dropping like a rock. Some had hearing or visual issues. Some had great health, and as I said, the day student crew that I was a part of, as well as the residential students made up a beyond major and incredible motley crew of kids. Let me assure U all of that right here, and right now; lovely Lieutenant Anita Van Buren, oh mah'm!!!!!!!! So, moving on now, here:

MORIANITY'S SECRETS THERMOMETER SCALE, (MSTS):

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Week ending at 4 PM, Tuesday afternoon: 02-06-24

So after experiencing this horrendous series of nightmares with some wild mysterious powerful family that hated me and was trying 2 do me in while staying all alone and being sexually molested 2 boot, now it is only months later in time, and suddenly I am hearing that little voice, not audibly but just as real, telling me that there is a farm outside of Haddonfield with peeps there who plan 2 totally wipe me out. It was a month or 2 after the great 1970 holidays had come and gone, perhaps one month shy of my kid's first birthday in 3-71. A child on stupidity pills can C right through her major fanatical thing with number 29 ties unrelentingly into the 1980-1802 deal that is of course all completely tied into this hellishness beyond being on quintessential A-C-steroids. The (180) number is inside of both of the numbers of '1802' as well as '1980', as we all can C clearly when I show U this in highlighted underline text. Now, what is left but the '2' number and the '9' number, the 2 in the 1802, and the 9 in the 1980. So what and how is that all intertwined and commingled with the price of the bodega-delicatessen prices at the neighborhoods of Park Slope in lovely NYC-NYUSAESMWG; U may now B wondering, and rightfully so 2????? Well, nothing at all whatsoever, Mister awesome super talented and illustrious TV-show creator Mister Dick WOOOOOOOOLF, but it is still a cool thing 2 quote here, and hopefully with your permission; and so if naught, then simply send me a D-N-C-notice please. If I have said the wrong notice letters, I know that U know what I am referring 2 YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS yes lovely Katy, and also I was looking 2 say here, Sir Mike soft, simply, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” so as 2 quote me' roommate from the year of 2000 in Blue Anchor, NJUSAESMWG, Sir Chester-Frank, and all Midge dogs, tape recorders, and other wild stuff since this all started seemingly on the beaches of Atlantic City, NO-JOY-ZEE-USA on the 28^th day in June, Saturday, in good ole' endlessly unforgotten by me the Mountainpen, 1969. So moving this on, YO: I had horrible off the dials frightening nightmares in some weird series while living there at that later 2-B Callio Water Company ACMUA purchased home and property, and the 2^nd house from the corner of the block on Ventnor's great awesome Cornwall Avenue, and right near the bay and the large gorgeous high-rise building. Tom had restored one room in the lower level rear of this large home, and that is where I was 2 bunk down there from the 24^th day in June through the 12^th night in July, back in 1970. These serial nightmares were all with some family that that inner voice kept telling me was simply known 2 me or 2 me' dreaming double or me' 'doppelganger', as “THAT FAMILY”, and this is beyond weirdo-weird Kathy Cody, with all of your wonderful and incredible shadows of darkness involved herein since Sarah, 4 the very first time, or so I thought back then, as well as 4 a long time since then and all throughout me' search 2 find her in me' adult life, and what many told me was me' 'midlife crisis'; would then go onto refer 2 me as, “THAT BOY”. So it was FIRST in those wild scarey serial nightmare dreaming interactions from that home on Cornwall Avenue, where the actual message inside of me' head came from, “THAT-BOY”. Then several days following the final nightmare while residing there, came me' trip out and away from the shores of Abseacon Island as the entire piece of real estate is officially called on the tax maps, as well as the official border maps; and it was on that public transit bus that I boarded at approximately half past ten at night on the 12^th evening in 1970's July, when one minute or so after I had taken me' seat on that bus, the entire 'Quoddy Mock Queens Of Danger' girl-gang also boarded this bus and got off at the later in life 2-B learned was the block in Pleasantville, NJUSAESMWG, where the great ACMUA headquarters (the water company) was situated, with their Atlantic City offices at the very end of the great JULIA WHITE (ROUTE-30) HORSE PIKE, & right at Virginia Avenue, and at the mailing legal address of 401 Virginia Avenue, and also as in the retirement plans shortly 2 arrive on the scene following those times of hellishness 4 me, the great 401-K, with the 'K' as in James Redfield Safet 'KRASSLE', and U simply cannot get any of these endless astral proofs discounted, no matter how anyone might ever try and do so; and that is a dern glass total promise, YO BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So let us keep pushing onward with this still a wee tad bit further, huh there lovely Patty, and Super Clark?????????????????

My nightmares were simply where me' spirit was somehow being attracted 2 in July of 1970, and this is where this nightmare family got their original hold over me. Patty however was already in me' life and from a year earlier as I had seen and been with her twice on the Schiff's Central Pier beach area, once on the 28^th in June in 1969, and again in middle late July, or maybe the beginning of August somewhere, but it was 3-6 weeks later; and then she was not living in Philly, but in Washington Heights, NYUSAESMWG. Now she had quite the exodus from state 2 state bouncing and YO-YO-ing back and forth quite often between New Jersey and New York ever since the middle and middle late 1960's. She worked at my mom's office 4 several years while living in Gloucester City, and then moved into Mount Laurel while I was first at the Robin Hill place, and then she moved back according 2 mom, 2 the island again where she lived at the time when she married the Colaman. I have these facts only second hand from my mom and now my dimming memories, so forgive anything if it is wrong, and so I state up front right now it may B a wee tad bit inaccurate, and then it may B-100 percent on the goddessdog '$' here 2, YO BRO. I know that when I was in either Mount Laurel, and where 'PHHH' had moved 2 with the tennis player 4 a couple of years or there about, as well as when I was in that area beyond it near the Route 38 highway looking 2 visit Sir Robert Computer-whiz Provenzono and where Donna Lalasis Patterson also lived in those very same apartments; that all hell broke loose around me by the WOMO-SPACEFORCE, and their major death aerial assaults, and even Mister R-P was scared off from helping me back when he as well was placed under one of these death air-strikes one day while driving, as well as having his car busted into and robbed, just an hour or 2 following the air strike assault on him; and he told me he was not gonna' associate with me any longer. This is the absolute copied story years later from just one of me' so many endless similar type of incidents caused 2 me by this enemy from nightmares and destruction; all shown on that marvelous television show called, 'Ghost Whisperer', on that particular episode of the lawyer-stalker, and his girlfriend named Colleen, and how after Jenny Hewitt's character Mizz Melinda Gordon got involved, she went onto experience this hellish nightmare persecution that the WOMO-SPACEFORCE has been doing 2 me and is still 2 this very day ever since my leaving the COOLEY HALL, and worsened after the 1986 hyperspace interaction and then worsened even yet again during me' decade later wild and frantic search 2 locate the great SSJKK PINK SCYLLA- GODDESS JEHOVAH, and my Sarah from the 1960's, same entity, I assure U of this, great FBI and WORLD out there!!! No diff at all whatsoever, and I know all of this just like I know me' own name!!!!!!!! But YO, shall we move this a wee tad bit further along now great Blogaudian peeps aldare?????????? JEEZ-LOUISE, Surfer Fonty, and from any goddessdog great 5^th dimensional hyperspace locales involved!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They know I am writing this blog and just gave me a warning call on me' cellphone at ten minutes shy of 7. They refuse 2 speak, and this has been going on since the end of 1982 and into the start of 1983 and is Y that machine was purchased, that led 2 all of these interconnected electronic devices all becoming a part of me' wild awesome surreal reality, ever since. No matter how many times I pushed the red-off prompt-button on the phone, it wouldn't go off either; FBI. Finally it did, but that WAS A MAJOR ILLEGAL CALL AND A MAJOR ILLEGAL HACK, and this evil family knows that this blog is being done, since all things now run on WIRELESS and even when hardwired up, or when an automobile does not have any engaged ON-STAR high-technology-type of internet connected system; 'they' WSMT still R able 2 perform this Merlin Wizardry Magic, or 4 short, this futhermucking runt slapping rock chucking 'MWM', matching me' own initials no less, so keeping in with the ever-honoring of the ole' world HARRAH's Casino here, this can and shall B indeed shortened here from now on, 2 simply thistlethorns thisssssssssss, this “other non-Harrah's MWM” and AKA 'ONHMWM'!

(OTHER NON-HARRAH's MERLIN WIZARDRY MAGIC) ALL SPELLED OUT HERE 4-U, oh weerlld aldare!!!!!!! Yes sir, the crapola that I learned a couple weeks ago while at me' mechanic place while speaking 2 this other customer there, took me into brand new territory, and dozens of powerful blogs WILL B MADE regarding the entire shebang later on, once I am able this year 2 get me a decent sized & really interested blog-audience, that cares about hearing my personal true story straight out from the GATES OF GODDAMN HELL ITSELF, AND QUITE LITERALLY; WOLF-WOLF-WOLF-WOLF-WOOOOOOOOOLF!!!!!!!!! Yes peeps out here, this family the WSMT that I have a total major complete goose damn egg desire 2 spend any of me' time with EVER EVER EVER NEVER NEVER NEVER, oh Diana, human indwelt Diana as well; and SOOOOOOOOOOO Mister TCE-Crane oh SIR; the simple truth is that they know every word I type and they cause every one of these hacks, and I am powerless 2 the 24^th power 2 ever stop them, as they R what we can all think of here as SATAN and or the DEMONIC FORCES, and this leads me straight into where I was planning 2 head anyway, right B-4 the interrupted telephone flucking call, oh wonderful, mind busting, awesome great FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION (FBI); YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Shall we now attempt 2 “push on” here, Mister Clark Kent???

In our BIBLES, there is a powerful undeniable scripture that says, that GOD'S ways and thoughts R much higher than ours. Our thoughts and memories do all come from the GOD MEMORY at INFINITY, but once they filter down into physical world life; they take on the human characteristic of the mortal material realm, that me' ole' classmate the lovely Amy-C loved so much. This simple truth is beyond powerful times a trillion-quintillion, and IPYT peeps! The ASTRAL PLANE is made of E (energy). The material world or this PHYSICAL PLANE is made of M (matter). Sir Professor Al Einstein was revealed some wild stuff by high purgatite entities, level 8 and level 9 Purgatites or the COINS and the COILS. He was shown inside his head, literally, how matter is energy and energy is matter, and the only difference is that when we take matter, and multiply it by the square of the speed of light, it IS ENERGY and no longer is MATTER. As with any and all mathematically relatable truths, the inverse of that is also real and absolutely inviolate. In other words, in addition to this, is the truth that when we take ENERGY, and divide it by the square of the speed of light, it IS MATTER. It really is not as complex as lots of peeps seemingly pretend that it is. The complexities all lie in many details within the nuclear reality 2 the so many Y-questions that go onto stem from his famous equation of E=MC SQ. As U know I don't know how 2 make a little raised 2 math sign on a word document program and so if I ever learn, I'll then start doing it, so I just type in SQ 4 'squared'. Again, quite Chuck Kim Korean 'simplllleeee' really!!!!!!!!! But continuing on with my nightmare life-story now, it is like this: GOD's ways and GOD's thoughts R higher, they R ENERGY. Our thoughts thereby R lower, they R MATTER-INTERACTIONS, and so what is meant by the Mountainpen's Morianity by that little brand new expression, U may B head scratching again? Well scratch no longer, I shall make it as clear 2-U as I am possibly able now 2 do so, YO BRO:!!!!!!!!!!!!! Energy may B the real U, even inside your head; but its job is permitting us 2 interact on this physical plane of life, so it creates out of an illusion of waves and particles, which is all reality is 2 begin with, and this is scientific fact, 4 any laughing scoffers out there; along with the endlessly existing 'EMF' or the electromagnetic field-forces; and it allows a true spirit self or our real actual energetic reality, 2 now have physical plane interactiveness. Again, it may sound wild and completely unbelievable, but I assure U of 2 things here. First it is absolutely true, and second, it is not really complicated and intricate in its basic actual truth of what and who this entire deal is that humankind has been asking of itself since almost the times that it seemingly crawled out of the damn seas a long time back. But there is an intricacy that does in fact escape those whom remain by will and not computerized design, within the limited thought processes of thinking in tiny wee boxes, thinking in 3 dimensions, and denying a lot of stuff that just seems 2 impossible or crazy 2 believe in, and so fear of becoming sociologically ostracized is most likely the prime reason 4 peeps choosing 2 remain dumbed down and stupid 2 real truths as well as in the endless dark and midevel ages of the Renaissance times. For a great quick example here on this very blog, we have GOD saying that HIS ways and thoughts R so far above ours that we cannot even think of ever meeting HIM half way, in so many matters. I wholeheartedly agree, not that GOD needs my agreeing with HIM of course, but I absolutely do, 4 the record, if nothing else, and here is Y. Without my deciding 2 try my new idea of talking at U all in the mind-control wizardry of ultimate subliminal consciousness, right up 2 where I know I can legally do it and get away with it and not B accused nor sued 4 trying 2 take over something and get a controlled army of followers 2 overthrow some established order anywhere on this world, as this is absolutely not one wee tad bit what Mark Wayne Mohr the Mountainpen is about, simple as that, and still, I shall endlessly remain with what I have come 2 know is all right 2 write and say and especially after admitting that I will indeed B doing this and not keeping U in the dark about it. All I am doing is realizing that I will get a little bit further with potential reading audiences if I go straight 2 a HIGHER PART OF YOUR MINDS, the part that is true energy and is Y indeed, humans have varying mental levels of full conscious as well as many levels of subconscious mind layers all within our control and will, but only when we understand the deal a wee tad bit better. U-C the danger here is that I am always the original pioneer, and the world powers and owners know this very well. I am the trend setter, who never receives any of the glory as this is all 2 damn powerful. Simple as that. They know that combining the magic-3 of ultimate hyper danger on true philosophical steroids, can B a wipe out destructive force 2 this planet literally overnight. I speak of advanced computers shortly 2-B released with Q-bit-tech or quantum computing abilities, programs of advanced artifical A-I Intelligence, and combining this marvelous electronic magic and wizardry with the powerful truths of manipulations of minds with subliminal consciousness techniques that have been 100 percent totally proven effective half a century ago using very low-tech stuff at chosen movie houses throughout America who were paid 2 participate in this experiment called simply, “Eat More Popcorn”, and has been discussed and blogged by this blogger many times now over the past 18 plus years, and once very recently. Right now, we can do this, and combining the 3 of these deals, and a person with enough smarts and some extra bucks can become more dangerous than all of the great world renown terrorist groups out there totally combined together. Please don't take this in any way it is not intended, anyone. This warning and truth telling is necessary, and is never encouraging anyone 2-B evil and destructive, as this all goes completely contrary in all possible ways, 2 the thoughts and desires and goals of Mark Mountainpen Mohr and his awesome Morianity story of pure truth, at least 2 the best of me' abilities 2 remember it and tell it, 2 all of U. But listen up world authorities and all those who honestly wish 2 do good and do the work of a so-called good and or righteous almighty GOD-force out there in cosmos 'somewhere', YO! I know 4 a fact that in the middle 1980's the ASTRAL PLANE EVIL THIRD OF THIS CONTROLLING GOVERNMENT THERE CALLED (MILLIONTH-COUNCIL), was waiting 2 engineer an earthly realm total take over, and yes; matching biblical yet highly misunderstood stuff right down 2 the damn tee, and now we all R smack dab in the front center middle of this nightmare, with most of its power trained and centered on and against me, but what happens shortly when I AM DEAD AND GONE, AND NO LONGER HERE 4 THEM 2 ENDLESSLY DAMN SCREW WITH, HUH PEEPS? Wanna' give that some serious thought cogitations anybody????????? The answer is that they now R gonna' B coming after all of U, as me, the original test case 4 it all, is now just ashes and dust and maggots on this physical realm of truly just waves and particles, and the real me is in the Timeless Purgatory. All these things R merely some quick whittle opening foundations, even the power-house 3 things looming right in our horizons. When this busts wide open very shortly, we all will forget about Mister Mark Zuck and his Facebook, and the recent Capitol Hill hearings, and all of it; as this is simple little onion layer top circle slices off circles the sizes of large beach-balls without any reflected catcher mitts or ball-fields anywhere in the world. IPYT great folks!!! Let me finish out with just a quick little other junk part of this writing 4 this day of the first day of our 2^nd month this year. Tomorrow is good ole' stupid G-H-DAY as we all know; and the only shadows that I am interested in, Mister Rodent of Pennsylvania, is the DARK ones, from wild and beyond awesome 1960's television shows; as this is all connected into my life story, unlike whether the winter time will B having a statistical technology interconnectiveness with being longer or shorter by about a month and a half of time. Now just as I began typing the sentence that is ahead of this one as I am placing my pointer B-4 it so I can insert this in at 08:03, but right at mother ******* 8 of the clock this evening, A MAJOR CUM-PUKE-HER HACK STRUCK ME, and I could not make anything work and it was typing in that stupid area that suddenly appears right near the margin-control hour-glass symbols and a line forms, and so I find myself typing words into that and nothing else works; and so I needed 2 close out and shut down, and then it all comes back normally; and this hack has not happened now 4 somewhere betweeen 3 and 6 seeks or so if me' short term memories R anywhere near being goddamn accurate, YO. Now back 2 what I was saying, YO world: On me' previous blogging text writing, l opened up the time between me' PINK-SCYLLA-GODDESS CONCERT DREAMING INTERACTIONS OF 1980 AND 1997, and the talk along those lines, and now wish 2 move further along here, and 'the family', and the WSMT enemies, R of course aware of this, and again; THEY HAVE ALL TRIED 2 STOP ME ILLEGALLY, AND AGAIN, THEY SCREWED WITH ME' COMPUTER, AND ALSO ILLEEEEEEEEEGALLY; OLE' DISTANT CUZZ DONNIE BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What else is new, same old same old, different slit on a different day, also typed out in abbreviated and shortened form as follows here, great folks: “WEIN-SOSO-SSDD”?????!!!!! Who remembers or knows about the wild dream that happened not that long B-4 my horrendous nabe moved next door 2 me in that nightmare beyond Dogtown apartment at the PEE-HA Building, I was in unit number 607, and this Spanish dude was in unit number 605??????????? B-4 that, who remembers and or knows of me' wild and beyond surreal major vivid dreaming experience where I was living in some seashore city somewhere on America's east coast at a high rise apartment building overlooking the ocean, with stairs that went from each persons balcony and porch area at each apartment, down into an outside wooden general public stairwell system, leading right down into a sand dune and boardwalk system, that was built right on top of the center dune area, with individual pathways then leading down 2 areas of the wide beach? In this nightmare, politics and the elections and Trump was all part of it all, and I had been major intimidated and told I better vote 4 the Donald, or else my life in that apartment house would suffer, and there were many complicated things all going down. I shall B getting back 2 this in soon 2 come blogging texts as well, but 4 now, I will let the S-C work on any potential page-viewers here with just what we have discussed so far, and where we now shall proceed onward from right here. Let us keep moving this along, and I will then begin 2 wrap up today's blog; oh U good peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

1980-1997, the 2 concerts, SSJKK, Pink Goddess, wild dreams that R beyond life altering, the whole smear 27 feet along with 324 inches of that proverbial whole dang 9-YARDS deal! We have the 42 generations B-4 Jesus Christ and the opening of our great awesome Christian Bible NEW TESTAMENT with the detailed genealogies of the 42 generations, and sometimes biblically, the words of 'season' and 'generation' can indeed intermingle and interchange up quite a bit. 42 generations have ticked by since supoposedly the 'CREATION' and the time that Almighty SSJKK visited our world 2 remain here as a human being 4 over 33 years of time illusion. 42 is also the number of seasons exactly, in the time illusion period of 10 and one half years, as in the time betweeen my LOIS FOCA dream and the time of the original Sarah Krassle dream in middle December of 1969. Exactly 42 seasons was indeed the separation window here, so how does 67 seasons then go onto also fit U-R most likely wondering, as in the time between the 1980 and the 1997 concerts in me' wild dreams? From June 4, 1980 until approximately somewhere in early March in 1997 when that transdimensional 'Wanna' Spend My Time' titled song dream happened, is exactly 16 years and three quarters, and 16 times 4 plus 3 equals out 2-B 67 seasons, (16 X 4 + 3 = 67). Again folks, the Bible shows a connection with seasons and generations, when we read the entire book through from cover-2-cover. So what is '67', and is it also as magical and power-house scripturally wild as the '42' number is, as in the amount of generations of time between ADAM and CHRIST? Now graduates of Seminary recognize the mathematical rounded up number instantly of course. TWO THIRDS is mathematically considered 2-B the rounded off point oh-six-six-six devil number, no 2 ways about it or around it, it cannot B ignored by even an atheist other than 4 their laughing and scoffing at the entire deal, still they know how better than many of the damn Christians, how 2 read a BIBLE and know exactly what it is claiming 2 say therein. The Millionth Council was discussed by our LORD JESUS calling it just the 'COUNCIL' in our translation 'KJV' BIBLES. Calling a man a fool can get us into serious judgment and danger by this great MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Hey, don't believe me or listen 2 my words. Open up the KJV-BIBLE 2 the New Testament, and read &-C it all 4 yourself, YO. Jesus comes right out with this, and tells these instructions 2 his 12 pals, that were later 2-B called his 'disciples'. All throughout the BIBLICLY told stories and truth, is the reality of the spirit world (astral-plane), (timeless-purgatory), concerning the one third of the bad demonic evil angels of Satan's antichrist kingdom, verses the two thirds of the good holy angels of our LORD and HIS kingdom. This is the ASTRAL-PLANE Briggbase Cult, and the Sahasra Dal Kanwal Majority, but they R in one third and two third orders, with the small number of them each containing twice the energetic power of those from the larger group, and endlessly balancing out the spiritual power or the energy-truths of the entire Timeless Purgatory and its dream off and down into the lower realm's 5^th dimensional hyperspace. Morianity has never tried hiding exactly what is happening here, merely that due 2 the fact that I seemingly have memories of the Purgatory including my living in Ricktown Manor with the Lightning Goddess Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis, and so much more; and also how RICKTOWN MANOR is a beyond gargantuan sized astral realm mansion, that is approximately 80 percent of the size of the human realm reality of the state of Pennsylvania, without exact conversions from 2-D and 3-D of course as astrally, we exist in a full 3-D locale where 6 opposing 90 degree angled directions R endlessly and always surrounding our point of interactive-beingness. Ricktown Manor on opposite ends and angles has the Ricktown Manor Restaurant, and far off on an opposing side is my FLOWER-WING. This Flower Wing is Collinwood here in the waking world. Of course, the Colinwood shown on television on the 'DARK SHADOWS' TV-show, is merely a small little prop in a NYC studio, owned by a great fantastic dude here in waking physicality, known 2 us and loved by us all, Mister Dan Curtis, the latengrate. Just how lightning fits into all of this, along with my nabes at the 125-A Haddon Hills Apartments of non super-awesome transdimensional tunes of Westmont, NJUSAESMWG, along with Maryland-USA camp counselors, and so much more, right down 2 apartment numbers B-4 that apartment that matched movie studios of reflected antimatter days and times, and even Pee's birthday, me' transdimensional daughter that never lived nor breathed one single day in this exact part of the 5^th dimensional waking world hyperspace; and her B-D being the 29^th day in March in 1997, is all about as completely wrapped up into the towel-seepage-effects of this entire hyperspace mechanics and anything ever could get in a septillion mother flagging years, YO. Then there R year-2000 Marola dreams concerning the great Commerce Bank with or without Mister transdimensional Jed Clampett and his moon shots, and food shots, and trips 2 Florida, and family escapes; and then so much more that even true blue Jimmy Redfield SAFET deniers the world over, would simply B forced 2 sit up huge hyper time here and take some major goddessdog notice, y-O BRAH, and yes, me' first goddessdog (y-O-HACK), huh there oh weerlld aldare?????? Nobody wanted more than me when I started this blog, 2 find out that Sarah from Atlantic City, was just some little innocent thing named Sarah Williams Nurocky or some other similar Miss 'also future Floridian' Estelle Andersen 'Basslerized' idea-concept 'whatever Bob Andrews', and that indeed I wasn't also quite destined and doomed 2 never B able 2 escape turning this blog into what some have called “a Mariah Carey blog”, only most peeps indeed have learned one thing in this life should they have lived here 4 a minimum of 4-8 decades, depending on how slow or fast U-R. This is that not only was MIZZ DAWN-MARIE KING completely right and accurate with her statement of “It is what it is”, but that when it is, just try changing it if it is a whole damn lot bigger than U-R, and U-R not exactly the lucky-ace of the casino strip. Just go ahead and smother mucking try, YO, I dare YA'!!!!!!!! I cannot help it if no matter how goddamn hard I tried over the past decade now give or take, 2 try and find and C pathways that R not all leading into this one or into 'THAT FAMILY DIRECTION', from 'all mighty and gruesome Halloweenish nightmares' of washcloths, bullets in the lungs, seashore surgeries, and so much more, huh there Mister Fagot Youngboytoucher T-J-Reale???????????? Lordess Almighty, YO! Hey, let us not ever forget the other big one, U know, the endless long rectangular banquet tables that always seem some weird wild part of this magical Merlin wizardry family of who knows just truly, “how long ago”, and probably going beyond even the damn stars themselves, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!

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Yes there really was, Mizz 401 KRASSLE Virginia Avenue, a Sir James Knowitall Burr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So just what really are powerful LOIS FOCA AGE-10 CONNECTIONS, you may be inquisitive about, or maybe like Cuzz Don, 'you don't give a shkit'. The same forces that used me to create such music and songs such as the four titled, Love Is For Carpenters, Girl I'll Tell you Anything, That's The Way It Goes, and Burn With Fire, R not some cosmic absurd accident, by even the wildest stretch of anyone's imagination!!!!!!!! Great folks and my wonderful and awesome BLOGAUDIANS, IPYT!!!!!!!!!!! Then if we take the near death experience of my musical arranger over at Garden State Hospital in 1986 with that fire, just several months after the Medport Diner incident with my telling Sir David Roth all about the great SARAH KRASSLE for the first time, and followed by a major police situation, that resulted from absolutely nothing wrongly done by us, after we shared a meal, and were out in the car discussing this matter. So I come now to some ultimate conclusions. Yessir and yes mah'm folks, I DO, and without any RGG's, or maybe, they were all throughout this entire mess from the very nasty-glass beginning, and when I use the word beginning, maybe I am speaking quite biblically, and yes Virginia, I loved Diana, and yes girl of Virginia Avenue, I still do and I always will. She is my awesome beautiful coil from the great Purgatory, and She dreams here as LIGHTNING in the skies of the Earth-Planet; so a great big WEEEEEEEE!

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The great awesome subliminal consciousness: Now this does naught mean that I will discuss my errands or persecution events and things along these lines using the round about beaten bushes techniques of other Sarah-Callio-initialed stuff, that is AKA the one and only, and even illegal should it B misused even slightly beyond where I plan 2 take it as a blogger-writer now, with any and all of me' page-viewer-Morian-readers or Blogaudians (my blogging audience); but I may go right up 2 the point of legality with it, and again, not on stuff where it ain't needed 2-B used, as Y tell U that I went 2 the dern grocery store and bought some bread and tuna fish, and sea salt, and a 'bagadang' onions; and do it all weirdly, and Kathy-Cody-additional-'O'-weirdo words of the 'Dark Shadows '60's-TV-show, by saying that I went 2 a place where stomachs R happy as a result, and was able 2 satisfy my nocturnal interactions when occurring in the wakeful times, when it is much easier 2 say the grocery store and got all the things that I wanted 2 buy there, without wishes or dreams or daydreams or stomach satisfactions beyond used nor involved. But I indeed shall use the S-C writing effects most times from now on, when attempting 2 talk about the incredible stuff; and beginning now with the topic since middle 1980 that has been very front and center in my mind ever since the moment that it all went Sivo-Down, and that is what I refer 2 in the exact same way that our Christian Bibles and the awesome powerful BOOK OF JOB refers 2 stuff as well; in the incredible mind busting TMMB-1969 deal, with the exact scripture of CHAPTER 35, VERSE 10, or in (Job 35:10). I need 2 point out since legal matters recently were pointed out with me concerning other stuff that bloggers tend 2 do such as posting copyrighted images even on what on Google is said 2-B 'FREE SITES' or 'FREE IMAGES', and it is still not completely legal 2 post anything not our own unless given actual permission in every single case. Most bloggers as do I, merely often post that removals will B done immediately, upon request 4 such action by any legitimate owner of a copyright, such as the DMC notice or whatever they call it on that WFMU radio website called, 'Crackpots From New Jersey'. As I said, I make no money with these blogs, and always planned 2 simply use that notice that if it is supposedly good enough 4 WFMU RADIO, then it is good enough 4 Mister Frucked up pitiful little Mountainpen. Still, if sued, I am simply a wee tad bit judgment proof, because all of the items in here valued above 2 digit US-dollars, R owned not by me a tenant renter; but me' landlord, who is renting his units here at the great awesome Quiet Waters CO-OP Park of northeastern Fort Pierce, FLUSAESMWG, as 'furnished' units; and so his property is exempt from legal seizures. All any judge would ever order me 2 do, is take stuff off and down, and of course, I would gladly comply in a timely order, and 2 the very best of my ability; with attorney cooperation work with the blog site owners, as I ain't Mister tech-Wizard, and would of course have me' public defender attorney inform the judge in the action, of that truth as well. Also the final ingredient, despite actual copyright law saying that actions may B brought even if no remunerative deals R part of anything as in my case, since my blogs R not participating in anything whatsoever, by way of advertising or anything else; that has ever, nor ever will B, generating one single cent of money; and this is always what sends peeps into high jail time as well as large civil suit action awards, so the entire thing is completely laughable, still, someone did manage 2 send me this message recently, and I took this as intimidation, and sort of in this particular case, I decided 2 become a short term member in the WAYV-FM-Radio, and speaking of radio stations here on this blog writing; and the great and ever-illustrious Mizz Paula King Don't Threaten Me Society, or simply, I added myself 2 the short-term membership, and 4 this particular incident here; of the ('MPKDTM'---Society). The ever-mighty Microsoft Spellchecker peeps also calls this the Tompkins Society, while adding in a word 2 the spell-check dictionary here after a red wavy lined error-message was shown underneath of the initials originally typed onto this document, YO. But does all of this stuff, jokingly as well as semi-jokingly here, fit nicely together, from Atlantic City, and one tiny spot on the entire real estate OF ATLANTIC CITY, NO-JOY-ZEE-USA; with the entirety and fully octopus tentacle connected and complexly commingled inter-tangled and intertwined truths of MORIANITY??????? The goddessdog answer 2 that little dern query here is quite Officer Korean Chuck Kim 'simplllleeee' here, great Blogaudians out there. A RESOUNDING HOLLERING LOUD DEAFENING YES SIR AND YES MAH'M!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I speak of what the great Christian KJV-BIBLES also come perfectly together with here regarding this entire wild mess of lifelong completely unexplainable junk surrounding the proximity of one Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr: My incredible dreaming interaction number 2 with this awesome PINK GODDESS OF ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG, and first interaction of 2 as well, pertaining 2 powerful MUSIC AND CONCERT RELATED STUFF, and all taking place on the time window edges of 1980-1997!!!!!!!!! Now when we call the first or the CHAIN DREAM deal part of this 3-total major dreaming situation with the great PINK GODDESS SCYLLA-SSJKK, we have 1969-1980-1997. B-4 moving on here with that, my type came out not 1969 as I wanted it 2, but 1960, and on me' previous blog that I did not send up a spell-corrected edited version with; this same new type PBHE hacking or 'whatever Mister Andrews Sir', happened not once but TWICE. Once when it should have said 1969, it said 1960. Then later it should have said 1969 and it said 1979. This is if me' memory is working accurately, and me' short term memory of very recent hours and days, is not always perfectly trustworthy, as I've admitted 2; but still, anyone of U readers may simply go back and C what happened 4 yourselves here YO, as twice right around the same time on the writing, the 1969 typing was screwed with and just as it was right now on this blog over a day later on out into the reflected antimatter spaces from the other blog incident. Yes oh world, I moved into a very cosmicly magical apartment, the one and only 1802 ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS of VOORHEES, NJUSAESMWG, on the early morning of the 1^st day in the 5^th month called MAY, IN THE YEAR OF 1980. I had driven from me' job at the RPL Sound Labs Studio of Camden, NJUSAESMWG and 2 me' new place since on the previous night, I drove home 2 me' final night at me' home at 112 East 5^th Avenue in Mantua, NJUSAESMWG. Now I am leaving the RPL job 2 drive home 2 me' very first morning, arriving approximately at 01:35 in morning, and 2 this vely day remember only 2 perfectly well since there ain't anything wrong with me' long term memory, only me' short term memory system is a wee tad bit non-Hollister SHOT-2-DOGTOWN, and yes, mom and lovely Patty were no longer working together and mom was still uptown at the 3 Penn Center Plaza Building, and Patty had changed 2 the twin building right 2 the north and a stone's half throw away from the building where the shipping company was at where my mom worked and lovely Patty had left. They were definitely still in phone contact, but I was 2 busy then, working full time at RPL, as well as all weekend long at the Delaware River, at my security part time job at a place called Mac-Andrews & Forbes Licorice, doing contract security work, 4 the great Globe Kidd Company. Yes both of those Philly buildings were called the Penn Center Buildings, if memory serves me correctly, my mom's office was at 3 PC and Patty's new job was right next door and a breeze-holler 2 the north of the other building and I think that it was the 4 PC Building. In my entire life of interacting in this general area and including living just a few blocks from there earlier in time points, Senator Watergate; at 2041 Chestnut Street in Apartment 24-A; I never ever was actually inside the 4-Penn Center Plaza Building (4-PCP-BLDG.) Of course whether I was ever there or naught, has nothing absolutely directly 2 do with dope and bad nasty drugs that destroy people's entire lives, still, indirectly, we must wonder about these Penn Center Plaza 'twin buildings' because of 2 awesome dudes, first the SON OF GOD, OR OUR SAR (LORD) JESUS CHRIST, and then we come 20 centuries out into the reflected or antimatter spaces of 6 trillion times more than 1,900 light miles distance, from those times of JESUS; and we arrive at present points of Watergate Senatorial times and thus of course, stuff that leads smack dab front and center right into the lap of Sir new-age-father, Mister James Redfield. The endless connections of Marilyn McCoo, the 5^th dimension, concerts, music, dream-travel, the Fascitar, twins and twin buildings and how twins run in this family since the days following the ending of the great Vietnam War, and apartments of beyond true and ultimate hyper-magical on-goings where dreams and magic and all of the Merlin Wizardry on super steroids seems 2 have all been born in and then propagated further from, and branching out into unfathomable angles and directions from there, into infinity itself. 5 weeks after my moving in there, I fell asleep one night and the next thing I knew was being in Atlantic City right outside of the ARCADE Building on Tennessee Avenue and in the area that had lots of benches on a pavilion area of the world famous Atlantic City Boardwalk. Along came Pink Scylla with HER lute and her enzemeter instruments, and SHE sang a bunch of songs ending with the song later 2-B designated and or titled officially, here on this mortal and waking world realm; 'LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS', and later shortened by me on these blogs 2 simply 'LOIS FOCA'. Mizz Thistlethorns Notfondauonebit Sleazeweedsdisease Crabgrasshitinnerpants Scummybuttsluthole just nailed me really really and vely vely non 1972 Bob FCC Cooley Hall McDowell and Mizz Helen 1999 Zabriskie GOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD here with another one of her goddamn assaults of PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, so I shall now need 2 runt phlegm hate 4 this yet another brutal and vicious attack on what is left of pitiful Mountainpen's sanity! Boy oh boy oh boy Uncle Billy and Frank Capra, and miserable transdimensional 5-D LIVES ALL OVER!!!!!

Now I moved into 1802 Robin Hill and 5 weeks later had that wild incredible mind busting dreaming experience and this time it was with the very same girl who was in my power house dreams in middle December of 1969 and 10 and a half years ago from those days back then, 12-1969 through 6-1980 is almost 10.5 years right smack dab 2 the day, and is also 42 seasons in length, bearing in mind that the Christian Bible loves 2 discuss times and seasons on numerous occasions, and speaking of many powerful and detailed complicated instructions being given 2 humankind in this awesome fantastic book called our BIBLES, we know without any possible arguments ever given, that the Almighty has claimed 2 things in these passages. First that Jesus truly IS GOD who merely has traveled here 2 our world, but never had a beginning, and the actual words spoken by our LORD Jesus told us that “HE thought it not 2-B robbery when claiming Himself as GOD”. Now all throughout this incredible book GOD gives nothing but detailed instructions 4 stuff 2-B eaten and not 2-B eaten, stuff 2-B made or built, from Noah's Ark down 2 Tabernacle dimensions, and the list literally would bore U all 2 total death, it is all in there, tons and tons of very explicit and detailed instructions, and never ever were tiny little flimsy instructions given 4 doing anything that was commanded by this almighty GOD being. So now as JESUS, U would want 2 try and insist with me that all HE spoke was “Seek and ye shall find” or “Knock and the door shall B opened unto U”, and along this line? What, R-U beyond nuts here? The bible is 2 always B compared with its own self, scripture with scripture and nothing is ever ever ever ever ever ever ever 2-B taken out of context, and simply read outside of knowing and understanding a more great and detailed MIND OF THIS GOD-BEING. GOD LOVES DETAILS, and Jesus who proclaimed HIMSELF AS GOD, would never ever tell us 2 knock and seek and then that is it, nothing more, I mean knock where, seek how? So cut me a break Mizz Leo, willya girl?????? So back now 2 the moving into 1802, and the most magical apartment unit on this goddessdog entire EARTH-PLANET. When I moved into the place, I got up in the early morning and after eating breakfast, drove straight over 2 Maxfield Recording Studio, a small little hole in the wall sound studio owned by a real whack job by the name of Sir Jan Nace, and whom once was pals with Congressman Robert Andrews, who in those times, was just me' associate Bob Andrews, and wasn't a Federal Congressman, who later went onto have quite high aspirations at the end of the 20^th century, such as even running 4 the office of the presidency. Still it was only a couple years B-4 he thought of running 4 that office when I was interacting with all 3 of his assistants, Sir Phil Patru, Sir Steve Petersen, and Sir Clarence Harris, Mister CH being the final of the three, and we had even become good friends 4 a couple of years and he was over at me' home in Blue Anchor, NJUSAESMWG, and there is a ton of wild tales 2 tell here involving future lovely food server recording artists, living room kisses that may have been a wee tad bit slightly inappropriate, incredible statements made 2 me with one being over in Philly, and one right near the Blue Anchor home in Jersey while in my car, concerning the illegality of faking my death; and he tried 2 help me 2 get 2 the bottom of my nightmare hellish problems with Sarah in Atlantic City, McGuire also in ACNJUSAESMWG, and the story is endless. It even fits into well known famous psychics who once aided a New York City Police Department detective group in finding one of me' ole' classmates in a subway system, me' classmate in 5^th, 7^th, and 8th grade, in 2 separate Westmont schools, with one being the grammar school called James Stoy, and one being the HTH School, and the name of that classmate was Karen Levy who had been murdered after trying 2 get a ride from college, back 2 her home; and some nut got a hold of her; all part of many plots of reflected antimatter or 'future' times, and with the one and only beyond awesome television show that we all know and love so much, called, “L&O”. B-4 meeting CH, or even the other 2 assistants 2 me' ole' associate from 1975-1980, Bob came 2 a local town hall meeting one day, while I was residing at the Highview Apartments of Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG. Mom and I drove over there, and after the meeting; I introduced my mom 2 him, and never ever was conscious 2 who he truly was, my ole' pal from days gone by, BOB ANDREWS. This was completely totally ETOSS-blocked away from me by the powerful Millionth Council controlled WOMO-SPACEFORCE, with their many types of 'sub-mind controls of ETOSS', and many other unbloggable-items (U-I) 4 short. I am soon gonna' B getting into some truly U-I related topics but it shall B done extremely carefully or it would B the end of me weelwee qwuickwee; Sir Elmer Wabbit Fwuuuud. Let us move back 4 right now 2 moving into 1802 ROBIN HILL, the most magical 5^th dimensional apartment and space on this planet that I am currently aware of, and this includes any possible areas hidden within places such as W-P-AFB, AREA-51, and all the rest of Pentagon-Only known of things from the great awesome purple colors of the MAJ-12 CLUB!!!!!!!!!! So after moving in and getting up after about 7 hours of sleep, and eating me' breakfast, and B-4 later going into my actual job at another recording studio, the RPL place; I drove several miles over 2 the Maxfield Studio place, and after 15 minutes or so of sitting in the parking lot on this bright sunny very hot first day in May in 1980, along came Jan, and right following that, all of the musicians, and all those who were a part of the project, all began filing into the lot, one by one. Then we all went upstairs and did those two dance songs, “The Morning Light” and “Lost Love”. The other 2 rock-country tunes of this 4 song project had been done there on the previous evening around half past 7 or so, when I took an extended 2 and a half hour lunch break, from me' RPL job. My mom, who normally took a few days off when we moved from her job, 4 whatever the reason, could not get time off, and was working; so I got up and fixed me' breakfast, and left the apartment, and drove 2 Maxfield, and did those 2 songs. Later after coming home again 2 the apartment, I left again at quarter shy of 4 in the afternoon 2 drive 2 me' RPL job. Then several weeks later, I copyrighted the 4 tunes as one project, despite any stories from the © Office that tell a different truth. I know what happened, and I know that and quoting a Jersey attorney in 1981 some time, “Something dirt went down with my 'Lost Love' song”. Still none of this is my point since this all happened well after 5 weeks from the time I moved in and recorded the tunes. So I copyrighted them, and somehow the Atlantic City peeps and forces knew of it as things and words do indeed spread like wildfire in all industries. We all completely know this; and the entertainment field is absolutely no different at all whatsoever, from any other goddamn industry in this world, YO!!! So right after the word began spreading around, that my 4 songs were now copyrighted and officially existing in Washington, DC-13-600; 'KAPOW on ACS' 4 crying out louder than mountain top thunder claps squared. So off I went 2 sleep if not exactly on the 4^th day in June, it was within one or two days of that, in 1980, from me' whittle bed in me' whittle bedroom, at the apartment there in Voorhees Township, at 4^th and Preston Streets, called 1802 ROBIN HILL, and WOW-WOW-WOW, along comes me' POWERFUL PINK SCYLLA GODDESS DREAM NUMBER 2 OF 3 IN TOTAL, ALONG WITH NUMBER 1 OF 2 FOR BEING WHAT WE SHALL SIMPLY REFER 2 HERE, AND LABEL, AND CALL; “BEING TOTALLY AND FULLY MUSICALLY RELATED”! Now all or most good Bible Preachers out there in this world know that I speak the truth when I proclaim herein that JEHOVAH GOD is HUUUUUUUGE-TIME into music, and this is all totally 100 percent major BIBLICAL, and tons of scriptures R there and pertain 2 this incredible wild truth and topic, and we could B days and days and months and years getting heavily into it, and so we will do just that as we slowly move all of this along in continuing blogging writings. There R other powerful SAFET and James Redfield items that must never B shaken off, nor taken in the smallest wee tad whittle bit lightly, & one being right straight up front and center here folks. These R those two 4 DIGIT NUMBERS INVOLVED IN THIS, the year and the apartment number, as in '1980' and '1802'. THIS IS ALSO BEYOND HYPER ULTRA MAJOR, AS WELL AS UNFATHOMABLY BEYOND SURREAL, when we start comparing many many things and we will as this endlessly marches along. I would say that these 2 numbers taken in league with each other along with all of the things that then all went down around me in 1980 and at this 1802 numbered apartment there, become beyond hermetically sealed into an infinity vacuum of inconceivable power and strength when we now add all of this, 2 the Biblical undeniable truths, of how important MUSIC is 2 the ALMIGHTY PINK GODDESS JEHOVAH SARAH-STACEY-KRASSLE along with the mighty passage of scripture of the BOOK OF JOB, number 35:10. So Scylla comes along back on that wee early morning and interacts with me while my physical body is laying on me' bed on or approximately on the 4^th morning in June of 1980, at this 1802 apartment; and sings HER forever and ever life changing song 2 me, at HER AC-NJ mind busting concert, that was situated right there at Tennessee Avenue and the Boardwalk, in awesome unfathomable ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY-USA; but GET THIS, all state integrated school legislative systems, and anyone with that awesome surname of Bonjovi in its real actual true spelling of course, YO: GET THAT!!!!! This is not the whole play so keep Amy Cooley's dern curtain from closing up in 1983, willya, Mizz Margie McFly Leo of 2 years later on????? This place and this building where Frailenger's Salt Water Taffy R located in Atlantic City, is also where in 1997 when I would go 2 the damn glass beach and water 2 swim so often that summer time and was talked about so often in me' earlier blogs from 2006 and 2007 when they all began; this is all where John King loved 2 put his pack of wolf-dogs onto THE ROOF of that ARCADE BUILDING, right there at the boardwalk of Tennessee Avenue, overlooking his parking lot or one of several of them; right across the way from Robert McGuire's mighty Pittsburgh Hotel and Erin Bar. All of these connections R only a small opening and a sliver crack into this entire mess. When we add in McGuire acting as if I had discovered the magic of the gods and the Time Tunnel of the great 1968 television SYFY show and was ready 2 literally commit murder on me and practically did, as well as wreck my only poor old car at the time, in October of 2006, while Ed Himacane Lynch and myself were parked nearby, & totally and completely LEEEGALLY quoting me' distant cuzz D-J-Trump here, and then Sir dirt-bag Bob McGuire went onto destroy my car, and also threatened us, and somehow injured both of us without our ever becoming aware of it, having us literally under some 'spell' or mind-trance, just as Mizz Laura Collins was able 2 do originally on that 1^st season of the great television show called, 'DARK SHADOWS', 2 poor lovely Mizz Elizabeth Collins Stoddard, with that awesome Hollywood actress playing the role, by the name of the world famous Mizz Joan Bennett. The same names on the show and at the same exact times of the calendar, 1966-1969, McGuire, Sarah, David as in the HOTEL, and then comes music. Of course then comes 17 years later on after this June 4^th deal in 1980 and exactly 3 years B-4 my night of the chokes, well, at least it wasn't the night of the Richard Burton and DIANA Roman-Robes Goddesses other Hollywood Jean Simmons awesome movies, of the endlessly proven SAFET truths of out great LORD-JESUS and all canonized-REMOVED, by those in power and control, over the mass populations of this P-P-P, or this pitiful-puny-planet. My program just flucking crashed at 08:26 in the ICE-T-PEE-EM, when trying 2 add the P-P-P 2 me' goddessdog plucking dictionary, YO folks!!!!!!!!!! But getting back 2 music, concerts, dates on the calendar, and all of thistlethorns, and all of Thisssssssss as well, Mizz lovely awesome Susan Luccisnakes mah'm; preachers great and small, and the congregants who attend their church services, should they choose naught 2-B total and complete hypocrites and earnestly desire 2 get into the word of GOD, and read it through, and ask the Almighty 2 reveal real and powerful things 2 them; and who has become also aware of the life of Mountainpen, and has read his Morianity with an open mind, and without tons of accusatory and hateful thoughts, and accepted 'little voice speakings inside of them', insisting that I am all sorts of horrible and monstrous things, with some evil intent and agenda, which I shall swear right now, and on the blood of Jesus Christ my LORD, that I do NOT; will come 2 eventually realize and fully know, that right smack dab in the BIBLE R the truths of just what I have been going through regarding my 1969, 1980, 1997 THREE MAJOR PINK SCYLLA GODDESS DREAMS, AND SONGS IN THE NIGHT INTERACTIONS; and just how all of this stuff is really tieing together here also!!!!!!!! Another beyond Sanders-HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE truth, in and throughout all of this entire Morianity-story, that began as the 'BOB' or the Book Of Beach; is that only the Christ-Taught SAFET could ever properly B able 2 decode this much incredible complicated, demonic if U will, junk all straight from beyond the Purgatorial Gates of DOGTOWN; and that in itself should count as a large chunk of total utter proof 2 what I have been saying and non-papa-preaching here, huh there lovely Mizz Amy Cooley??? WOW were U in me' dreams all night long last night, and 4 absolutely no up front nor discernible and logical reason. Same thing with the triple year music deal SCYLLA PINK only the original year in 1969 did not contain the musical parts 2 this wild mystery, as of yet then aniwho, YO!!! Funny how Amy was nearly 6 feet tall in these dreams or where me' spirit was visiting me' dreaming-double or (doppelganger) of myself in some transdimensional reality or parallel realm. Here she at least back in 1972 was around stretching into 5 feet, but in that alternate reality she was much taller but looked just like she did back in time, and a lot like in that wild 'REELZ' show about the Brady Bunch family, with that photo taken from quite a while back, and very early into her entertainment career. But getting back now 2 these 3 wild dreams that forever altered me' life, or the first 2, as the third one in 1997, was just one of several major items that were all going down around me simultaneously, and so this had less of an effect upon my life directly in its single beingness. I speak of the dream leading up 2 my receiving another magical song in the night that has now been labeled on Mountainpen's Morianity, as my WESTMONT SONG or simply me' transdimensional song of 1997. So we have established a time separation window here between the 1^st SSJKK deal of 1969 and the 2^nd one in 1980 which is 42 seasons or just about a perfect 10 and one half years. Then we go from early June in 1980 up through the spring time somewhere in 1997, separating these two times by close 2 a full 17 years but actually 16 and three quarters or 67 seasons. Again I come right out admitting here that the original SSJKK deal was seemingly all about taking a weird chain away from me that was given humanly in the waking world, 2 me, by an organizational and not a blood 'big-brother' from what would now B called the Boys & Girls Clubs of America, only in the 1960's when this was going down, it was only the 'Boys Club of America'. We're just 'keeping it real here', U awesome birds out there! Times forever change, legislation's change, even our governors and presidents change, well, that may change 2 if we cannot stop some ultimate disaster and doom and gloom that is looming out onto a very near American horizon, YO world!!!!! But let me finish up me' writing 4 today now, peeps. The first of these 3 incredible deals took place when many things were different than what they were when the other 2 of them went onto unfold into reality, and reflected or unreflected, and so in white matter, or black matter. Repair shops, and first colorized TV sets or naught, Mizz AT&T BLAKE, and yes; Sarah Callio initialed truths well done so we can get a greater and perhaps more amplified ability now, 2-C the hidden powerful (occult) truths that would remain endlessly obscured 2 all of us otherwise, YO BRRRRRRRRRR!!! LSS here peeps; the first of the 3 of these incredible deals and biblically referenced as SONGS IN THE NIGHT perhaps; as who am I-2 dare and reach the absolute heights of hubris here, and make any claim with 100 percent certainty?, but the first of these 3 wild dreams of life altering nature with SSJKK, and not including life altering dreams that R not involving the great PINK-GODDESS, such as the night of 08-15-1986; but trekking onward and upward here folks; were about a magical or seemingly magical motor-cycle chain given 2 me one day and out of the blue by a man who was not what anyone would ever consider 2-B by any mind stretch, a giver; Sir John Henningsen, AKA REDJOHN, after what happened shortly into my beginning this blogging project, and then along came the actual waking world television series and show we all know and love, called, 'The Mentalist', with Patrick Jane, and that beyond awesome Mister Simon Baker playing his role on that show. Me' pernt here Mister Bunkerqueens, and others out there, is simply thisssssssss, Mizz Erica Luccisnakes oh lovely white-hot mah'm, from the 'AMC TV soap show', and the one directly following after Dark Shadows left the networks and the channel-6 of Philadelphia television station in early April of 1971. I had some powerful out of body experiences with the great SSJKK-PINK GODDESS, and some had led 2 major life altering waking world echos and reflections, such as when a song from a powerful dreaming experience is then later recorded back here in waking life. That by itself is major. But that only started a wild musical process, and this cannot of course even B surface scratched one tiny little dang glass bit, on one tiny wee opening blog. Still, the first of these 3 experiences happened where SHE was seemingly only interested in removing the chain out of my life, both there in the dream, and yes, also HERE IN WAKING LIFE AS WELL. And SHE DID! Also our bibles show us that when lovely JEHOVAH STACEY our SAR-AH (LORD-ESS) wishes 2 do something, SHE never ever fails, SHE indeed is absolutely ALMIGHTY!!! Now B-4 even trying 2 add in any more since anything that I would even remotely wish 2 add and say and start with the tiniest deal about it would instantly go onto expand into pages and pages and pages of long winded ever-ongoing writings, and I feel that U've all had more than enough of your share on this one blog of today.

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LOYAL-30, BLENDED BLAND BLIND BLONDS OTHER THAN 4 ONE NAMED DIANA

03:45 AM, Tuesday morning, January 30, 2024

I came out of an interaction (wild dream) at approximately half past one this morning where something was going down in my life in a parallel universe, pertaining 2 my blogs and my computer, but over in this alternate world; and so I thought that just maybe an answer 2 what was going down here with some hacks and or wild junk that happens, such as my small-box-hack situation, and other hacks, might have a rational explanation 4 happening. I WAS, and quoting THE LOVELY TV-AD-SPOT GIRL FROM 1980, totally and completely as well as fully and absolutely 'WROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG' however! In the dream, David Roth was showing me how hitting some keys while typing along and not looking at my screen as some typists tend 2 do once in a while and I am amongst that group of those who do sometimes type in that fashion; only it was not what is happening here in this universe of my 'waking reality'. Not all things work the same way, world 2 world, and still, there is always some form of a TOSE (Towel Seepage Effect) from the 2, and that is a definite truth! Here is a powerful beyond quantum experience right now as I am typing this very thing, and if I am making this up or lying or trying 2 deceive anyone at exactly 4 minutes shy of 4 of the clock now then I hope that the LORD JESUS CHRIST BURNS MY SOUL IN ETERNAL HELLFIRE, 2 use the old-world and Christian verbiage here, but still, it counts in the same way. Here is what just happened right following my typing the prior sentence. I got up 2 get me a Mountain Dew soda and sat back down here at me' work station, and accidentally hit a key on this keypad and instantly, the machine took me 2 an internet browser that I no longer use as it does not seem 2-B compatible 4 my being able 2 use me' ole' windows-7 version in conjunction with whatever the new programs R now up on the Blogger dot com website, but in a quick instant flash from striking one of my bottom keys or maybe two of them together just 2 the right side of me' 'space-bar' key, & poof, it just happened, and as I said, in a quick burst instant; as this old clunker computer normally takes between ten and twenty seconds from clicking me' mouse onto the various icon prompts at my bottom left side monitor screen areas B-4 the machine responds, and takes me 2 any kind of internet pages. Just as in the wild dream however, the magic just happened; and I had just tried B-4 getting me' drink of soda, doing this exact thing with a made up document that I was prepared 2 lose, as it was just a nonsensical writing that went along the lines of, 'the cat jumped over the moon at five of the clock, wearing a red blanket', and along that line; and no matter what I did with combining letter-keys and 'shifts', and the 4 keys 2 the right on the very bottom row of the key-pad, nothing did anything other than one thing brings up a small dialog box called default formatting and the other brings up me' various boxes of programs, and I will admit that it operated somewhat differently with a fake nonsensical short document than it is acting now on this actual one, and since I do not wish 2 lose this one, I cannot keep playing with it, but there is a machine-mind-magic going down here, and I always knew this was goddamn true, YO! Yes I was back at some transdimensional locale of the Dellway Arms Apartments of Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG talked about so many times on these blogs of more than 18 years now, and Dave Roth was in it, and showing me this stuff on me' computer in the apartment, and of course here in this reality, while living there in-between the years of 1969 and 1975, and with 1970 through 1974 years in their entirety; I had no computer, and there were no home computers such as those that came about even in their earliest forms nearly a decade later on. The only other thing that needs mentioning here is that Dave was not mean or ugly with me which has been the case in one way or another in all of my dreams that have taken place with us together, AFTER D-J TRUMP got involved politically in late 2015, and threw his hat into the ring 4 the presidency. That is powerful, and all of these details that R not part of my present point, can B subject 4 later writings and following blogging texts.

Now I realize that most likely I've got a lot of peeps doing some heavy head scratching on my present blog's title. Now very quickly said here, & B-4 moving on with this blog's title, and now even B-4 doing that, a major Merlin miracle quantum trick just went down at 04:16 while ending my previous sentence saying that I need 2 explain my blog-title. POW, suddenly, after typing in the RED-HIGHLIGHTED & UNDERLINED words above, the TITLE SUDDENLY JUST APPEARED ONTO THE BLOG WITHOUT ANY INTENTIONALLY PASTING, AND I DID NOT WANT IT PASTED IN, AND NEEDED 2 MAKE A CORRECTION. So I was typing this information out and I will paste it in here again 2 bring this alive 4 anyone reading this, and screw your thistlethorns Mike Soft Microsoft Sir; blog's title. Now very quickly. In-between the words of 'blog's title' and the words of 'Now very quickly', suddenly was my title, and all in CAPS letters; and pasted in, and no other documents R even up on this system now in a hold-pattern, so how this went down in total Merlin's Magic Quantum Dynamics, or 4 short, I may start calling these wild crazy futhermucking hacks, MMQD's. Now according 2 Mister Mechanic-Meet from a week or so back when I was getting me' brakes repaired 4 the 2^nd time in just over 2 years and remember my monthly average put on me' ole clunker car in mileage, is approximately 200 and averages an annual mileage of 2,400 miles, and I have yet 2 even reach the 95-K mileage registered on me' odometer, y-O. Me' first goddessdog (y-O-HACK) just struck me fwolks, 'TEE-HEE-HEE'-huh there Mizz LILL-LEE?????????????? The DREAMING EXPERIENCE was powerful, and so is my waking TOSE or towel seepage effects from it right now on this actual usage of me' goddessdog cum-puke-her and YO-YO-YO-YO, am I so completely dern WROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG here peeps? Well, am I goddamn it, oh weerlld aldare? Kresusjiest Almighty 4 crying out loud. Anyone who laughs at Morianity, and TOSE, and ESS, and ETOSS, and Mind Control of the MILLIONTH COUNCIL's one third evil part known as THE BRIGGBASE, OR THE LAMBRIGG CULT, ASTRALLY, AND OR ANY OTHER MAJOR STUFF TAUGHT ABOUT ON THIS 18+ YEAR BLOG WRITING KNOWN AS MOUNTAINPEN'S MORIANITY, is proving only that they R complete ignorant dern fools on A-C-S, (Amy Cooley Steroids). How many power failures and hurricanes that took my computer off completely 4 nearly a week of time, all went down B-4 me' previous hour and a half power outage? Maybe 100-200 or so?????? If anything this would B an under-exaggerated number, let me assure U all of THAT. SO YYYYYYYY did my clock lose 17 minutes that last time, and of course, causing me not 2-B able 2 get up 2 the BDC website 4 posting up me' blogs? Who out here has answers 2 all of this and is willing 2 share them, YO? Yeah, I already knew the answer 2 that B-4-I asked it; goddamn GOOSE EGGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So Y the title??????? Well peeps; and quoting an old coworker from late in 1978, at the Certainteed Fiberglass Corporation security site, in Berlin Junction, NO-JOY-ZEE-USA; “It's simplllleeee”!!!!!!!!! Back around those wild times of my search 2 find the awesome SSJKK, or just 'SARAH', in the middle nineteen-nineties times circa; I knew four women, all blonds, and all with extremely bad eyesight with one legally blind, and the other three with extremely thick eyeglasses 4 correcting the optical problem known as major nearsightedness, and despite having blond yellow colored hair, had bland and ugly old-maid type of hair-dues, and despite never seeing even any 2 of these women together as none of them knew of each other and only had particular interactions with me in various life situations, and without exciting my daughter 2 much here, one was a social worker, with the Gloucester County Agency of Medicaid, where in those times B-4 the EBT term was created, the Food-Stamp Program was all run through, and was located in the Woodbury Heights Shopping Center, and right where I had earlier worked at the Caldor #113 Store, and met Sir David Roth, when we both did security guard work there; myself doing contract-security work through the Globe Kidd Corporation, and David directly employed, with the Caldor peeps themselves, YO. But back 2 these 4 blond women, they all were indeed quite bland in that they wore no make up whatsoever or practically none, and had the dullest old maid style of hair-dues imaginable, and all had extremely poor eyesight with the one at a tax office that told me that she was considered legally blind, and she had a guide dog and a cane and could C a little bit and that was it. All 4 of them did not know each other and they all knew me in one life capacity or another, and so this made 4 what could B called, quite a blend of blind and bland blond women, but just how does all of this equate into this current blog and what it is about, let alone B in the least wee tad bit connected into the price of pickles in any neighborhood mom and pop deli stores in or surrounding good old Park slope, New York-USA, or anywhere else within the furtherest reaches of the imaginations of Sir Dick WOOOOOOOOLF or his marvelous great television screenwriter crews????? Allow me 2 tell U that the Wolf deal is also a major GOOSE EGGS answer, but how my blog fits into these 4 women, that will start 2 hopefully now become more obvious, or at least, quoting awesome white hot Mizz 1969-1975 Patricia H-Hollister-H here, “a wee tad bit” more obvious, so let us copy Mister Kent, from the late nineteen-70-DEEZ movie, and “push on” here, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jane Thistlethorns Sleazeweedsdisease Crabgrasshitinnerpants Notfondauonebit, just nailed me real goddamn trash licking GOUUUUUUUUUUUUD with her lousy stinking rotten miserable ONES-ASSAULT AGAIN; and so I now need 2 runt phlegm-hate here, with me' ever twustworthy five number groupings, YO BRO!!!!!

WHAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MIKE McNulty, SIR.

Do U wanna' know Y my blogs get much further when I use the old methodology for telling gargantuan and HUUUUUUUGE secrets using the 'beaten around the bush way' of telling it all, as opposed 2 coming right out with vivid colorful details, and spelling out everyone's names, and so forth? The answer truly does justice 2 me' ole' coworker from the fiberglass security job site in late 1978, as it really and truly is vely vely vely non-Bob McDowell 1972 Cooley Hall, “SIMPLLLLEEEE”. When I do it in round about ways, I make your brains try and put pieces together using the same thing that the MILLCO and its BRIGGBASE CULT do when they employ their illegal MIND CONTROLLING ETTOS and ESS stuff on the rest of us mere mortals of this Earth-waking world realm Planet. Yes, when done in that way by the Mountainpen, guess what is being used????? Good ole' SUBLIMINAL CONSCIOUSNESS!!!!!!!!! 4 a while, I plan 2 revert back 2 the older days of blogs, and yes sir and mah'm; USING TRUE POWER, the power of same initialed, but non Sarah Callio, and most definitely forever used, by the one and only deadly-and extremely dangerous, MILLIONTH-COUNCIL. By forcing your minds 2 place pieces of this puzzle together; more of the better parts of your minds will simply automatically go into effect, by my doing this in the older methodology again; and so I shall. I mean one fantastic example is the one and only June 27, 1994 joining by me, of the awesome and forever illustrious HADDONWOOD SWIM AND HEALTH CLUB of Deptford, NJUSAESMWG. When we talk about Haddonwood, it connects Gerard Styles, who was a fictional character on the marvelous 60's television show called, 'Dark Shadows', with Sir James Storm playing his role. We have the 2 times of my residing at this HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS place, both times I was a member of that club, not just the 2^nd and final time of the 90's decade, but 10 years earlier in the 80's as well. But the big story on the 'MAN' or on Mountainpen's ACTION-NEWS is simple thistlethorns-THISSSSSSSS, oh lovely Mizz Erica Susan Kane Luccisnakes, mah'm:!!!!!!!!! Black Matter Space, White Matter Space, CO-NON-ART/SO-NON-ART, and the great hyperspace equation laying within the magical wide thirds-range or the 'MWTR' as we can and will B shortening this into from now on; as this is beyond super hyper ultra major, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Remember, I will now do these things and effect your greater unconscious mental capacities and abilities rather than attempt 2 talk 2-U all on a conscious and ignorant level. No offense at all meant nor intended, and IPYT, as simple truth is what it is, and even Mizz Dawn King will agree with me here, and U all know it, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! We have the 1985 white and black matter space, that LIGHTNING GODDESS DIANA PUT SECRETLY INTO ME' HEAD AND NEVER TELLING ME THAT SHE DID; that allowed me then 2 run those combined and same odds random number experiments, on my original KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL-MAGNESONIC MACHINE, and using lightning and randoms 2 show me how 2 indeed operate the hyperspace mechanics and equations that would allow me 2 do anything in the world that I wanted 2 do, so long as I never told about stuff, and thus made global enemies. Now my second Haddonwood join up in the 90's and also while residing at the HIGHVIEW of Williamstown, this is where the Colaman as I called him, came as well and all the way from DC where he was residing, one Dogtown of a long ride, whether down magical mystical roads and highways and great 'PSFS' buildings of Vineland twin cities of Philly, and lovely Spanish women on great TV-law shows, or any of this all notwithstanding here, and then along came the hub cap, my future son in law at the age of 16 years back then in 1996, the time trip back 2 me' goddamn high school, the HTHS, and finally, the part of the SAFET allowing me 2-B given this wild transdimensional information by DIANA in the first place, as without it also being directly in the mix, I would not have been able 2 have all these magical circumstances all interact upon themselves in all 5 dimensions allowing me 2 come into this wild knowledge of hyperspace mechanics and where by using the SO-NON-ART-----CO-NON-ART system on my random generation connected machines, so that I could get answers that would allow me 2 literally B practically god-on-Earth only I never made the leap and only though that MAGNESONIC had an extremely low efficiency level and never thought 2 simply reverse the reflected images on the opposite side of the B-B, despite being so seemingly aware of these wild truths in 1969 and telling them 2 me' beach bum pal, Sir Lithuanian Ziggy (Sigmund Malyeska). Without what happened on that beach in those times, my kid wouldn't have ever had this interest in reflections either, nor most likely developed her condition of white and black matter space being a bit over widely extended. Again, those Sarah Callio initials R being used here, so quoting all of those late 20^th century 'SPR' peeps here, along with Harner, and Chester, and all of them, huh there Sir PPPPPPPPPP; “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The mighty Hizzemsirks and the MILLCO and their endless usage of MIND-CONTROL, and affinity or so it seems, with 2 magical letters of the great English-Alphabet system, the M-C. How and what does Sir SAFET say about this exact phenomenon of junk, we must wonder and honestly start asking our selves? These tones R continuously surrounding our lives, and unless the ambiance level of normal daily sounds surrounding our daily lives drops 2 very late night levels, this will absolutely and most definitely continue 2 endlessly direct effect our lower mind levels or our subconscious thought layers, 2 quote the psych industry. They know it is true, but at the same time claim it 2-B mental illness and paranoia 2 even suggest that anyone would B intentionally carrying out such utter nonsensical jazz. I respond 2 this with a simple and head scratching 3 word question, and I am completely entitled 2 me' opinion, or so said lovely Mizz Mashell Daniels of Camden, NO-JOY-ZEE-USA back in 1980 somewhere at the illustrious RPL-Sound Studio Labs at State Street & Pierce Avenue, “R-U-SERIOUS”????????? Wanna' cut me a BRAKE, Mizz Margie Leo McFly and Sir Alex P. Keaton?????????????? Kresusjiest Almighty!!!!!!

Peeps, 4 those not fans of a 30 year ago great movie called 'FLATLINERS', I now simply remind the dude who played Doctor Steckle with the Mountainpen-fowl mouth, and all his associates could cuss like sailors as well, Sutherland, Shwimmer, Bacon, and the whole crew except 4 white hot Mizz Roberts. Still, I never said that even I “will ever come out of the bathroom, with all of the answers 2 life and death”. I won't make that claim, even after the wildest ride in the 5-D hyperspace, that anyone on this Earth-Planet has ever had any conscious memory 2, that I am aware of, other than 4 Jesus, who was half human and half 'not-human'; unless U don't believe such things, and so then I just say 'Talley-ho 2 everyone's right 2 choose their belief systems, religious freedoms, and atheistic viewpoints as well'. Fine and dandy-candy, is what I can only add after that. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, BUTTERCHEESE and big ass BUTT, and but YO world; here is what my little added take away may B after all of that, and then we shall just simply say, good night. It's now 6 minutes past 6 this moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning and I am tired, as I only slept from half past eleven or so last night up into half past one this morning, and now am planning 2 try and get a few more hours of down-time B-4 facing yet another miserable rotten day of physical life. Yesterday I went out 2 purchase sea salt and deodorant only it is impossible or nearly that trying 2 purchase grinder sea salt at the cheaper stores, and at Publix it is 3 times as much 4 the same amounts, and some times I have 2 say 'UNCLE-1983' and simply give in 2 the rotten high prices. Anyway, I bought the damn deodorant and went 2 talk 2 me' new contact called Sir Mechanic-Meet since I will B getting an oil change, and me' tires all looked at 4 leaks, and filled 2 their normal 35 PSI factory norms. I need 2 compare notes and keep some ideas going since me' enemies nearly took me out over the month of January of this year, as U all know. I must keep on fighting, as my dad told me over and over again many goddamn years ago while we shared a flop-flat-pad-crib-whatever back in the middle 19-7-DEES called 554 Julia White Horse Pike CARRIAGE LAMP APARTMENTS, & later 2-B renamed the NEW YORK APARTMENTS, and while there, he would tell me certain things on a major level of annoying repetition, just as my later 2-B met pal Sir David Roth would come 2 do in the 80's and the 90's decades; and what DAD would say was “If U quit, you're DEAD”! He also loved 2 say “Pick a damn horse, and stick 2 it, quit vacillating” and also, “Don't goddamn sweat the knit slit” only he didn't say 'slit' of course. Navy men as he was, all knew how 2 use good old raunchy sailors language, of course. WOW-WOW-WOW and wipe out women everywhere!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Simple as all of THAT. No sir, I don't plan 2 quit, and the 'WOMO-SMT' will have 2 kill and murder me, and they just about have this month of 01-2024, YO WORLD OUT THERE!!!!!!!!

Posting up at 06:27 AM.

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LOYAL-30, I AM COMING OFF OF A SUPER BOTBAR TIMES 3 AND SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC TIMES 5 AND THE WORST PLUCKING HELLISH DEATH SIEGE IN DECADES OF TIME, YO

05:43 AM, Sunday morning, January 28, 2024

THE WORST MOTHER FLAGGING YEAR OF ME' ENTIRE RECENT FLORIDIAN GODDAMN LIFE, YO YO BOUNCED AROUND AND COPYRIGHTED © MUSICAL PROJECTS FROM 1988 YEARS AND MOORESTOWN-NO-JOY-ZEE-USA DOLLHOUSE RESIDENTS OF NON-DOGHOUSES EVERYWHERE AND ENDLESS FORM-FROM TYPOS, YO YO YO YO YO YO, BRAHHH!!!!

EVERYTHING I SAID CAME TRUE. EVERY SHADE OF BLACK AND BLUE. AND STILL I WAIT 4 THEM 2 STATE, THAT I AM HERE © Mark Wayne Mohr music project when spelled correctly from 1988, 'Epitome of Harassment, Part 2'. Nothing is different one wee tad bit up here now in goddamn 2024 except 4 knowing some additional slit and the main thing that this may B is the James Redfield Jesus Christ SAFET, and 4 short, the JRJCS, JEREGICKISS, when pronounced easily and accented on its second of 4 syllables here. Simply stated here and now on this early pre-dawn morning of the worst times of my entire life here in rock chucking miserable Flowerland-USA that is AKA simply good old FLORIDA; I will first tell U that yesterday's roulette game won on the 2^nd spin playing the ELEVEN NUMBERS OF DOGTOWN, or 0-00-23-27-5-10-15-20-25-30-35, and that was on a double-zero (00) number outcome of the card-conversion-roulette-wheel or the C-C-R-WHEEL 4 shortened abbreviation, when and if I decide 2 use it on later writings of my Morianity. This made me a nice quick one minute game of 28 units, and a year or two into playing and at the quarter green or 25 buck level, that is a nice quick 90 second take of 700 clams just 4 my being persecuted in this monstrous endless fashion by this pure disease from HELL-ITSELF, and watching some gorgeous babe cocktail waitress, pouring me a nice ginger ale soda while the goddamn wheel is spinning around. I have made close 2-700 gaming units now, since this nightmare off the dials death siege started with me now back on JANUARY 8^th of this NIGHTMARE 2024 YEAR OF DOGTOWN ON AMY COOLEY STEROIDS!!!!!!!! Also, the WOMO-SPACEFORCE-WSMT has me so effed up and beyond confused lately, that I wasn't sure if it was Friday or Saturday, back a couple blogs ago, as U can all C-4 yourselves when I posted up me' MOON-CALENDAR.

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR CALENDAR:

SUNDAY, JANUARY 28, 2024---JWSC-SUN-12-40

CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 3:7

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.

WANING CRESCENT------(W-N-C)

WANING GIBBOUS--------(W-N-G)

WAXING CRESCENT------(W-X-C)

WAXING GIBBOUS---------(W-X-G)

Moving onward here, and 'pushing on', along with Mister Kent, and with absolutely no help needed nor required whatsoever from any mental revelations that our minds actually R an anti-gravity producing force, that proves Y Professor Einstein's great relativity does what it does; with the topic of other KENT-RELATED death substances caused 2 my vicious wicked hellish enemies, the WOMO-SPACEFORCE-WSMT who I wish 2 spend absolutely NO TIME AT ALL with, now or ever, only I must or so it seems, and an entire futhermucking lifetime 2 boot, y-O!!!!!!!! Oh well, me' first goddessdog (y-O-HACK) at 06:04 this moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, and yes, I learned how 2 repair my 17 minute slow running cum-puke-her clock yesterday after pulling up some general instruction information from me' computer program files and then playing with the control panel. Without repairing it, the BLOGGER SITE would not let me up onto their system, so the enemies obviously engineered another attempted death hack with THAT 2 stop me from these blogs, attempt number approximately 3,592 or so now, since around the time I started the blogs up in September of 2022 from me' local library after another long off-time-sabbatical period, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A lovely waning gibbous moon is clear and bright after last night's clouds all blew away and I rose up from me' slumbers around quarter shy of 5 or so on this horrendous and putrid morning coming off of 3 straight major hellish BOTBAR DAYS as well as 5 straight super high CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC days like nothing that I have seen since the late 1980's times when I was half of me' present goddamn slit eating age 4 crissake, and me' general health was able 2 withstand and take a whole hell of a lot more than it is now!!!!!! The FBI is allowing TRUMP and his evil henchmen 2 murder me, and of course this is all misfeasance and malfeasance, or one or the other by law; and I plan 2 SUE EVERYBODY THIS GODDAMN YEAR, AND BRING THE ACTION MYSELF, AND NOTIFY ALL NETWORKS OF THE PRESS, providing them with me' Morianity blogging address as well!!!! Simple as that Mister Officer Chuck Korean Kim from Certainteed Fiberglass Corporation, y-O BRRRRRRRRRR, and here goes me' goddamn flucking 2^nd (y-O-HACK) of the goddamn morning, peeps aldare, YO, and yes; I am looking when it is working! MACHINE MIND in league with this quantum dynamics deal, is mind busting beyond any flucking Cooley Hall corridor conversations or 1969 TMMB deals of vampire cut throat counts from non castles, and only Sarah girl Kassel's, from awesome television show spin-off movies, of the great and beyond awesome 'DARK SHADOWS'. So on the previous blog I opened up the Kryptonite secret boxes of Madame Pandora with the very basic junk pertaining 2 what was done 2 me by design in an organized way by some of the employees hired directly by my Atlantic City enemies, and especially one particular truck driver, who was hired and given the Atlantic City run as it was called, Sir Anthony the deer hunter; and non-John Savage movie actor, of all great SAFET-5^th dimensional Mizz Marilyn McCoo women and music groups and names of them along with Donna Gaines Summer, and her major hard on with that Broadway musical play that was called 'HAIR', and having 2 do with the mighty and forever illustrious 1960's times and the rebellion movement and love generation and the drugs and all of it, but so much more beyond all that is really a part of stuff, right down 2 the great hyperspace itself and the realities of TOSE that causes all 5 dimensions of reality 2 really and truly B of one major consequence and significance, and being the main ingredient 4-Y civilizations remain at the 0-LEVEL until they can move onward and begin recognizing the reality that would indeed leapfrog them into a TYPE-1-Civilization, after realizing that we do in fact exist in a 5-D physical cosmos of truth. PEEPS-MAG and that particular article designed 4 me 2-C and read that day if it took the forces of Goliath of the worlds of psychic supernatural extra sensory perception and all pink goddess galactic surrounding forces, and Canopious Planets, and great 1996 love sonnets, in order 2-B able 2 accomplish this wild awesome damn glass feat; and it basicly did; and my pasted in copyright forms of my 2 SARAH song music projects shows the 30 year Gene Roddenberry prophecy all becoming realized here, and reminding me of biblical stuff only with that we were spanning the centuries and not just merely the damn decades; but let me now get back 2 the phenomenon of the BIG-J-3 deal!!!!! SO, WHAT IS THE BIG J-3????????? Well folks, it is the JULIA---JULIAN---JULIUS situation, that's what, and so what is that all about, U may now B wondering. Allow me 2 finish this out and on later writings we of course will B major expanding all of the meanings 2 all of these deals, Mister 1967 and 1968 Northeast, Maryland-USA Camp Chesapeake camp counselor Sir Mack Kaiter, cousin of news-anchor 'Mack', from those times, and so endlessly keeping the great media involved in my Morianity nightmares; that seemingly R penetrating from straight out and beyond the PURGATORIAL GATES OF DOGTOWN ITSELF, & INFINITELY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We all know how my kid had a marvelous movie back around the starting of this 3^rd millennium, titled, 'Glitter'. My start up blogs went into painstaking details 2 say many things, all about the stuff soon 2-B eliminated as well as added into, from the original movie, in later 2 come copied works of it, and after these blogs made certain power-house references 2 stuff from it. It cannot B argued with and even Detective Ed Green realizes this, as does I'll bet, the lovely and awesome classmate I had from the long ago days of attending the HTH School of WANNA' SPEND MY TIME (WESTMONT), NJUSAESMWG, Mizz Sharon-Pee. Anyway, moving back on point here regarding the J-3 or the 3 JULIA namings and meanings; we have MC's movie where the dice-man is named Julian Black, and then from half a dozen years earlier, we have me' 1994 fictional SYFY-book or so-called fictional, titled, 'The Permission Barrier', where the very original Mizz Julia White was made reference 2 quite often, and was part of the characters that were all involved in the life interactions of the main character in the book, ME, and going by the pseudonym of Sir Russ Walker. Reality and dominoes and nuclear 5^th dimensional energies all started coming together with Donna Summer and MC during this entire process only back as I was originally penning me' 1994 book 'TPB', I was completely unconscious 2 this on a STM human being level, the same level that all of U viewers 4 the very most part have all chosen 2 run your entire lives on from cradle 2 grave. I however, no longer have trapped myself in the 3-D fake phony non-reality of life, and I exist in a truer and more open and clear total of all 5 DIMENSIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!! The connections 2 these 2 musical artist vocalist women is now beginning as the smaller dominoes falling down upon each other and then striking some larger and larger ones as the pathway continues endlessly onward, and as was described in me' previous writings B-4 this blog. The reasons 4 all of this stuff all going down is literally chain reacting, growing, and having a 5^th dimensional effect that goes beyond the normal human sensory ranges of their entrapment into a limited 3-D system of so-called physical life. I am no longer trapped in 3-D, and can C-Y the J-3 deal is all going down here, Mister 1980 RPL-Joe Sivo-SAFET, oh SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!! But this is only an opening teeny weensy crack into this foundational beginning here, and we will B getting so much more into specific things later on that HAPPY-J-KING who looks exactly like Paula Kings' real life dad by the way, that it ain't one wee tad bit funny YO; but remember 4 those non fans of 1957 B&W Superman TV-shows, this was the episode where Superman nearly died in his home near the bay when Kryptonite was sent down some chute into a basement room, where Happy J. King had tricked Superman 2 come 2, in order 2 rescue Jimmy Olson and Lois Lane, after he had them kidnapped and taken there. Yes, that B&W episode as in that Julian and Julia episode, and then comes my being stuck in sub-poverty all of me' life and 2 damn poor 2 ever have color TV until the age of 25 while working at the RPL-Studio, and buying me' first color TV set used from a repair shop on the JULIAN-BLACK HORSE PIKE, up there in Mount Ephraim, NO-JOY-ZEE-USA. Star Trek's original episode that aired in middle 1966 some time, the one within the first half dozen or so of these shows, titled, 'Where No Man Has Gone B-4', was seen only on a B&W or a Julian & Julia TV set, and so I never until about the year of 2014 or so, saw this show in true color, and realized the truths of Gene Roddenberry secretly showing me about the one and only great PINK GODDESS, and how it all was part of the love sonnet that I was then destined 2 write about SARAH 30 years later in 1996.

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[ 10 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Queen of blue.	PAu000825471	1986
[ 11 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Real good girl.	PAu000881543	1986
[ 12 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Russ Walker's Star travelers of 1896-SJK.	PAu002506106	2000
[ 13 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Saga of song writer Mark Mud.	PAu000501582	1983
[ 14 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	PAu002153196	1996
[ 15 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah.	SRu000332786	1996
[ 16 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Sarah Callio of ACNJ.	SRu000362114	1997
[ 17 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	Uncle.	PAu000540585	1983
[ 18 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	What's wrong?	PAu000724407	1984
[ 19 ]	Mohr, Mark W., 1954-	You call this music?	PAu000998574	1987
[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989

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MY OFFICIAL © #29 papers were criminally stolen and removed from my apartment at the Public Housing Building (PEE-HA), in 2014 sometime by the peeps who R supposedly there 2 protect AGAINST CRIME, the Crime Prevention peeps of the county of S-L, OH SHERIFF KJM, mighty sir, so I had 2 copy this in and do not have the actual Pau number of project 29, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Now the big question that once was refered 2 as the 64-K dollar question, is gee, just Y was this stolen from my apartment, good old magic song on magical music-project #29, YO?????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

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The only thing ever faked was admitted to and was done in fun as a project at Bonjovi's Avalon Studio back in 2013 using a vocoder and an old 1984 telephone conversation. Technology was supposed 2-B more than 30 years advanced from my days living back at 1802 Robin Hill, only who would ever think that 2-B the case when we listen 2 that rotten job of imitating my daughter's voice? B-4 arising up from me' slumbers this morning 2-B greeted by Diana's lovely near-full moon, I was back at 1802 in 5^th dimensional hyperspace, and the apartment was very different and I was not in extremely localized 5-DHS at all, but more distant locales of it. Beyond wild junk was going down, and I was speaking 2 a little baby that was less than a year old, and who was able 2 talk intelligently with me and got talking 2 me about ice cream. Well, at least we were not talking about any wild cheeses or butters or even pharmacies of northwestern Fort Pierce or towns just north of that quadrant section of me' present locale town residence. Also thank the gods that I was able 2 manage getting completely off all of the damn psychotropic medications that the Bondi-Scott-Trump enemies had all managed 2 suck me onto, after kicking me off my 32 year faithfully taken, and absolutely life saving medicine called Ativan, and later generic ativan called Lorazepam. The story 2 Keyboards From Petahell (KFP) and 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, is way 2 complex and lengthy 2 ever tell on any one writing and would span a dozen Tolstoy WAR & PEACE sized goddamn books, and I promise all of U this out there!!!!!! But my telling of the ever increasing sized falling chain reacting domino deal is one large super way of expressing just what forces and powers R truly laying behind the OZ-curtains 2 it all, and THAT is indeed my absolute promise 2 any and all of my awesome L-30's out here, and so, we shall slowly B getting into stuff that will do a real Happy J. King job, on this evil goddessdog WOMO-SPACEFORCE, once and 4 all!!!!!! And should 'they' ever say 2 me that they did not fully ask 4 it while they lay painfully croaking from the Kryptonite in King's fictional basement, well Paula and all and any Paula's that these words may ever pertain 2 in any remote way and at the shore or off the shore and all family trips from 2009 notwithstanding here; allow me 2 say, don't even try that line on me, YO, as I ain't hearing it any more than Sir Hose-King Johnny boy was hearing me, on that early September of 1996 late summer's day, at his great & illustrious Atlantic City parking lot, at the great, and now long gone, KING DAVID HOTEL!!!!!!!! No sir, the king ain't one wee tad bit responsible 4 lost or stolen articles or whatever, nor what may happen as a result of wild hyper-natural barking roof-dogs on the roof tops of great ATLANTIC CITY TENNESSEE AVENUE AND THE BOARDWALK 'C-C-C Arcade buildings' of transdimensional hyperspace PINK SCYLLA TIME CONCERTS, AND CARPENTER LOVING SONGS THAT R SEEMINGLY BEYOND LIFE ALTERING FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER, AT LEAST 4 THE POOR AND PITIFUL NON-RON MISTER MOUNTAINPEN.

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“The End”, all lovely Katy's, 1997-2007

Huh there Sir Dick WOOOOOOOOOOOLF?????

LOYAL 30, ONLY MOUNTAINPEN TRULY KNOWS EXACT TRUE LOCATION OF WOMO-SPACEFORCE'S PHONY-FUNNY BONE, AND HERE IT IS, AND IN GODDESSDOG TOTAL SPADES, YO

02:13 PM, SUPER BOTBAR SATURDAY, JANUARY 27 ELECTRICAL NUMBER GARBAGE IN DEMON SATAN YEAR OF 2024, ON AMY COOLEY STEROIDS (A-C-S).

I am right back in the nineteen-eighties again, when things were beyond intolerable even 4 '20' and '30' something's of physical years age, as was I; and WOWSER-WOW and WOWSO W-O, I will not B around much longer, and I know this, unless I can manage 2 RUN FAR AWAY FROM THIS EVIL AMERICA OF SATAN THE DEVIL, 2 use old world verbiage here yet forever and endlessly totally and completely apropos here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MAJOR DEATH SIEGE AND DYING DECLARATION, GREAT NEW SHERIFF PEARSON OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA-USA!

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

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

This is a major DYING utterance & declaration, and if I am found dead in this hellish joint; we all know who has indeed committed murder on the MOUNTAINPEN!

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 STARTING ON THE 8^th DAY OF JANUARY OF 2024, WITH OFF THE SCALE AERIAL DEATH SIEGES OF ALL TYPES EVERY SINGLE DAY WITH NO LET UP WHATSOEVER, MAJOR UTILITY DEATH STRIKES, LONG POWER OUTAGES AS WELL AS UTILITY ASSAULTS ON MY ROKU-TV AND OTHER JUNK, NOISE ASSAULTS OFF THE DIALS AND SCALES, MAJOR DEATH LIFE THREATENING HEALTH ASSAULTS ON MY HEART AND BOWELS WITH HAVANA DEATH WEAPONRY; AND ALL OTHER CONCEIVABLE HELLISHNESS THAT THESE MONSTERS HAVE BEEN PERPETRATING UPON ME SINCE THIS ALL BEGAN, AND THAT FIT EXACT PERFECT PATTERNS WITHOUT FAIL, AND R DONE WITH SOME AGENDA AND MOTIVE, THAT ENDLESSLY BLESSES THEM AND THEIR LIVES AND THEIR GOALS; AND WHICH IS ALL DIRECTLY A PART OF THE ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULT ON ME, THAT BEGAN ON THE EXACT DATE OF THE MORNING OF 15 AUGUST, IN THE YEAR OF 1986; and on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.