L30B; The Next Blog and Subtitled; Endless Craziness Surrounding Me While Both Awake and Asleep, a Pattern Even Gamaholics May Safely Bet On, Without Any Repercussions
12:08 PM, SUNDAY AFTERNOON, MARCH 3, 2024
JWSC---SUN-12-75 AND ALSO, 4-18-12---SUN
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To post on the blogger dot com (BDC) WEBSITE, hypothetically speaking of course, based on Mountainpen's future life memories as Labber-Zeejins:
Just exactly Y the great FBI endlessly refuses 2 do their job and get this completely ILLEEEEEEEEGAL persecution on me STOPPED AND PUNISHED, is anyone's BEST GUESTS-GUESS, but all I can seemingly know 4 sure at least so far as of this date of March the third in 2024 is that THEY REFUSE 2 PERFORM THEIR LEGAL OBLIGATIONS 2 A TOTALLY LEEEEEEEEEEEEEGAL UNITED STATES CITIZEN. A crash level plane just took me' roof off at 12:16 PM while typing the previous stuff up now, and every day now 4 a week or just about, I have been SUPER HIGH GODDESSDOG CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC WITH HORRENDOUS NASTY AERIAL DEATH ASSAULT PERSECUTION ON ME, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO WORLD AND FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yesterday afternoon, me' next door nabe Mizz Maggie was back, and again, parked her car right near her front door, and not in her driveway, and several feet over onto me' property line; as the property line is measured by the 3 blue painted water and sewer mains that R totally unmissable, and the center area between them is the divider of the 2 properties. I am not going 2 object, so long as it is not moved any closer 2 my side as that will encroach onto me' own driveway, in a way that will make my trying 2 drive in and out a wee tad bit difficult, and thus, I shall tell me landlord about it and he can make the needed actions that will rectify the situation. Still, no lights whatsoever were on last night in that trailer next 2 mine, yet this morning, the car was gone, so she was there yesterday and last night despite being somewhat potter-poof-magically-mystically or PPMM invisible. What I have yet 2 tell and blog is that when I reported the fireworks trespassing persecuting nabes who set off their explosions and performed their criminal mischief on me back on the 8th day in January that began this nightmare year of 2024 of hellishness 4 the PPNR-Mountainpen, and then complained 2 the CO-OP OFFICE about it as I did blog-tell the tale; suddenly, a big change happened, and yes folks, WEIN-SOSO-SSDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!??????? Suddenly, when the landlord came 2 get his February rent last month and 3 weeks after the incident and after my nice talk with the office here, things magically altered. I was told that from now on I and every other resident of this park is 2 address our complaints 2 our landlords and no longer 2 the CO-OP-OFFICE. No explanations given, just the new rules and regs, simplllleeee as THAT!!!!!!!!! So that is Y should the car become a problem and issue, I shall need 2 ask me' landlord 2 resolve the issue, as she is parking on a small area of MY PROPERTY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All of hell broke loose after Trump was just 2 blocks from my old residence, the PHA, and this being the Federal Courthouse of Fort Pierce, back the naught prior 2 last night, and as soon as he left, pow, the night death siege started right out of HOGWARTS TOTAL MYSTICAL MAGIC, and then again on the following night, and then all day long 4 a week now, major death aerial siege is back on me, FBI, and my PORCH WARNING AIRPORT LIGHT SYSTEM is on 24-7 again, as it was B-4 the short several day back off flucking period, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!! Quoting late 1978 and early into 1979 Certainteed Fiberglass Company Officer Chuck Kim here again folks, “IT'S SIMPLLLLEEEE'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My entire life is actually quite frucking totally simplllleeee Officer Kim, oh SIR. It truly is, YO. When fully grasped and understood, it probably is a whole lot simpler than a lot of your lives out there, way more Kathy Cody additional-O-letter WEIRD perhaps, but actually simpler than a lot of yours, YO-HO, me' dern BRRRRRRRRRR and BRO!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOOOO, onward we now shall GOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! Signed, 'poetknowit'-Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No pocket knives needed here, Mister Mike Soft Microsoft Hellwrecker Spellchecker oh MIGHTY FREAKING SIR, and ''AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA'', 2 Mister 1971 Mike Church Farm School McNulty of Exton, Pennsylvania-USA!!!!
I am having tons of flying dreams recently, and yes, another major one last night. B-4 coming awake today at half past goddessdog ten this diseased rotten moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, I was flying over the Benjamin Franklin Bridge coming from Philadelphia and heading 4 good ole' NO-JOY-ZEE-USA, where else; and my doppelganger or dream-double was effortlessly flying over the bridge, and right over the street part of it below the suspension towers of the bridge, and actually was only approximately a dozen feet over the cement road of the bridge, and there were no cars or signs of anything anywhere on the bridge, just me and the damn bridge. As I got close 2 the Camden, NJUSAESMWG toll booth area and began veering off slightly 2 the north towards me' ole' job at the recording studio called RPL, where I worked from the end of July in 1979 through the night of March 11th in 1981 with the year 1980 being the only full year working there; and I remember seeing the place off into the distance, and then I saw some weird billboard that was never there in waking life, and it was flashing with a bright cherry-red color, saying 'Haddonwood Swim Club of Deptford'. Underneath of those red flashing 5 letters, in bluish-purple color and not flashing, it said, “30 percent off new annual membership, come in now”. I flew around it a few times and then proceeded flying over the RPL STUDIO, and then began flying up higher and higher and eventually, I was right outside of the 'I-S-S'. The astronauts were waving 2 me and I was waving back 2 them, and then one of them scribbled something on a large piece of paper and held it in front of the window of their craft, and it said, ''Come on in, the water's fine'', and underneath the writing was the coolest and the weirdest looking happy face that I ever saw. It had ears without the typical round face drawn onto it and inside one of the ears, it said in bold purple printing, ''Scylla the Pink goddess is still mad at U-4 not trusting her implicitly''! Also there was one exclamation mark after it, just as I printed here. I woke up 2 the phone communication system making the noises that it makes when the numerous children that Lightning and I have, were all playing outside of the cabin in HER Great-Forest that her parents Zeus and Leda gave 2 her, and they were playing hide and seek, about five thousand of them and all around the cabin and out away as far as several miles surrounding it. They were in Olympian human type form but being true coils of course, allowed them 2 move around with lightning-speed, and this makes sounds onto my communications system that mimick what U would hear as static from an electrical source close by 2 the phone system, B it from a close lightning storm outside, or if the phone wires were rapped around an electrostatic ball that can B purchased at many hobby shops such as the once existing Radio Shack Store or the still existing I suppose, Edmunds Scientific Store, of Runnemede, NJUSAESMWG. Anyway, 4 the past 2 weeks or so, I have had a total of at least half a dozen major vivid 'FLYING-DREAMS' now, and I have reasons 4 not getting into the details of the ones prior 2 this most recent dreaming interaction, me' great peeps aldare. One of them was where I was flying over the Abseacon, NJUSAESMWG Dairy Queen Store (D-Q), and landed right outside of the front of it when there was no line at all, and lovely Kate from back in 1997 was right there at the window, and as soon as I landed, she came right over and leaned out of the window and spit right in my right eye and told me that she hates my guts for my not asking her out on a date back in 1997. I remember jumping up into the air and flying away. Also another one was where I was flying over the world famous street in Atlantic City known as Pacific Avenue, and I landed and walked over 2 Atlantic Avenue and as soon as I got 2 a corner where a store like the old '5 and 10' stores of the 1960's used 2 have, and walked into the store, Frank Calliol greeted me. We no sooner sat down at some weird grouping of stools resembling an old late 1950's soda shop place, and he started sipping on a root beer float, and then he said, “I hate these things, Y-I get them is anyone's best ''guests-guess'' and maybe U like them”, and with that, he threw it all over my face, and the damn thing was sticky and dripping all over my face and down onto my clothes. I walked out of the place and as I got there, Paula King was standing there, and she instantly gut punched me, and she is a powerful gigantic gorgeous super girl in real life, and the punch sent me flailing in agony down onto the sidewalk outside of the store. After coming out of these bad trips as my hippie-60's pals would so word it, only I never had 2 use their silly stupid acid-25-LSD tabs 2 take these wild trips, oh lovely Mizz Patricia Hollister H-H; I would come awake and into major harassment persecution from the WOMO-SPACEFORCE (WSMT) SPAMMENIES. I was 2 busy surviving my hellishness 2 get into any dreaming specifics with me awesome L30B. While typing out the past couple of sentences, it has begun 2 torrentially pour torrents of rain here at me' residence, folks. When I looked out 2-C the rain B-4 typing that sentence in, I noticed that Jane Thistlethorns Crabgrasshitinnerpants Notfondauonebit Sleazeweedsdisease was the time, on this rotten glass stinking disafsternoon, YO, so let me runt phlegm hate here with a nice compensating groupation of no-astral plane five numbers, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO great peeps, along with some naught so great peeps, whom may B reading these words; that hate me without cause nor reason, huh there Sir Scott Ransom and sir Kelly Jackson, of the great grouping of peeps within the circle of Licensed New Jersey Realtors of the 20th Century, (LNJR20C), and 4 shortened abbreviation here. “Very powerful people R disgruntled with U, Mark”, said these 2 peeps. Yes, good ole' distant cuzz DJT. This is what it's been all about ever since the stick covered me all up and buried me in the dern city park that day, with lots of leaves, back when we were kids!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, I don't know exactly what it would have proven, Mizz white hot Jennifer Washburn of non-washcloths, but still only down the road there by a mile or 2 tops from Cornwall Avenue on Providence Street in South Atlantic City; and with or without any barriers of permission, ETTOS, news anchors mysteriously studdering along with 'chill-mo Tom Reale', and all of this; right down 2 lovely Diana Ross and others at future times, but I do know one thing, all of U peeps of the Mister Glaring-Eyes Club of Mitchell-Crouch and endless Redfield Symbolism here; and that is simply thistlethorns and 'thissssssssssssss', lovely Mizz Erica Luccisnakes, oh mah'm:!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! With or without magical permission barriers, bible books matching employment situations in letters and pronounced differently, or anything that could possibly ever so much as could B remotely imagined by the 'collective of conscious humanity', or (C-C-H) 4 short here, one thing remains above all else, and stays both clear and firm throughout any and all possible attempts at confusion, which by the way, biblical accounts accuse Diana' brother of being the author of, as in (SATAN the deceiver). That is that Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr always at least tries his very best 2 UNRAVEL truths surrounded in many mysteries, and he never tried 2 create confusion nor obfuscate the facts. Whatever is really in back of and behind all of my issues and woe-whiz-me Dogtownishness, I only want the real honest truths all brought out into the light. I do not have a ton of ego that causes me 2 wish 2 hide from the unpleasantness of my own personality here in physical life. I fully accept that I am an imperfect human being, Mister Bruce Cooley Hall Alan Pennock, oh great sir and once former classmate back in 1972 at Misses young's class. Whatever my life is all about, I only wish things were good and not bad, and if I have brought pain 2 anyone, it was never ever done intentionally. I do however, have the right 2 get this evil that is being perpetrated on and against me stopped and punished, and have rights also that allow me 2 do anything legally that will bring me endlessly closer 2 achieving that awesome goal. It most likely cannot ever B accomplished successfully, but no law says I am not free 2 keep on trying and trucking, an dyes, I plan 2 do that until I become worms and maggots, YO world out there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MORIANITY'S SECRETS THERMOMETER SCALE, (MSTS):
Week
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Week ending at 4 PM, Tuesday afternoon: 03-05-24
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
Well as anyone can C now, using parallel event in 1986, by comparing the one parameter in roulette outside betting, with the other 2 of them from previous spins; is time consuming, frustrating, and an extremely turtle slow way of trying 2 eek out a few gaming chips of profit, eventually leading 2 just about anyone of the Earth starting 2 gamble and risk bets on lower ratio parallel events and then start losing more than they win. So now, I apply a different way of parallel event betting whereby whatever types of persecution R being done against me by these diseased frucking evil sticks from hell, seemingly cause certain roulette numbers 2 come out should I indeed B standing or sitting some place where they R whizzing around me on a gaming wheel, or even in any circumstances not taking place in a gaming house. This is what I shortly plan 2 do, and if I have 2 move in order 2 do it, then so B it. I may find that playing this online will work, and later this year, we shall C what goes onto flucking transpire with all of thisssssssssssssssssss, oh lovely Mizz Luccisnakes mah'm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANSMISSION.
L30B; The Next Blog and Subtitled; Back-2-Back Night Death Siege Assault Here at my Residence With MAJOR NOISE AND MAJOR AERIAL SHULLBIT
Posted at 07:40 PM on 03/02/2024.
This is 2 straight futhermucking nights in a row now, SHERIFF KEITH PEARSON OH SIR, that I am under a major NOISE AND AIR ASSAULT PERSECUTION BY MY WOMO-SPACEFORCE ENEMIES (WSMT). The attack tonight began around 5 on the nose or just a wee tad bit past 5, and just a small little later on than the assault that began on me from last evening right after forgetting 2 look at me' digital large clock readings of those lovely 3-5 number digits!!!!!!!!!!!! It suddenly tonight was one airplane after another, all at near crash level or AT CRASH LEVEL. Then a noise assault started just 5 minutes B-4-I activated this computer 2 do this blog, at approximately 06:42 PM, oh great SHERIFF SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The landscapers were here all day long making incredible loud sounds, but the stuff needs 2-B attended 2 and now that winter is all but completely gone here in my 'Sir Al Roker' 'neck of the woods', they R coming on a steady weekly basis again after a short off season biweekly schedule or thereabouts. Now I played the AIR SIEGE NUMBERS ON MY ROULETTE, as the landscapers normally do not count as intentional noise attacks unless unusual stuff happens, and right after the game tonight, some wild sub-sonic assault began, most likely a party and garbage sub-woofers R the culprit, and eventually somebody hopefully will call the damn cops, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I only played air-siege-numbers on me' 'A2R2023' roulette system, and in 3 spins, I quit with one win and 2 looses, the reverse of last night with the first and third spin winning and the second middle spin losing, only with that game, 12 numbers were being played, air, noise, and BOT condition numbers. My day is almost at BOTBUR, coming off of a high of 3.2 GLMA or so, and now I am around 1.15 or so in me' GLMA life parameters, YO world. Still, unless I am at 1 and have held there 4 several hours, I do not play the BOT condition numbers or the seven 5-M's. Here R the detailed results from this now 'BACK-2-BACK NIGHT DEATH SIEGE PERSECUTION' ON THE PPNR-MOUNTAINPEN:
GAME NUMBER--------------
DATE GAME PLAYED------03/01/2024
ROULETTE WHEEL OUTCOME NUMBERS:
(23-11-10- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -)
T-----3, W-----2, L-----1
W-V --------- +24 UNITS
L-V------------- -12 UNITS
WINS $ ------------ +48 UNITS
LOSSES $ --------- -12 UNITS
ACTUAL P&L ---- +36 UNITS
GAME NUMBER--------------
DATE GAME PLAYED------03/02/2024
ROULETTE WHEEL OUTCOME NUMBERS:
(21-21-0- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -)
T-----3, W-----1, L-----2
W-V --------- +32 UNITS
L-V------------- -4 UNITS
WINS $ ------------ +32 UNITS
LOSSES $ --------- -8 UNITS
ACTUAL P&L ---- +24 UNITS
Hey Tommy boy, and others who may B remotely interested in all of 'thistlethorns', and all of thisssssssssssssss as well, lovely Mizz Erica Luccisnakes mah'm, and Sir Mike Soft Microsoft Hackers Clubs, and 'Spellcheck Word Programs'; remember that I told that there is a new number that seems 2 indicate stuff happening suddenly 2 me that is caused directly BY SIR DON JAY TRUMP and his rotten wicked diseased HENCHMEN OF HELL??? Well, look at the game just played, and now I may as well let the cat right straight adda the gol dang Gollllllleeeeey Sarge Carter bag here. It is none other than NUMBER-21, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!! Okay Mister King Johnny Romano and Sir John King:
My goddamn TOTAL, 4 this 2 night death siege is (+36) (+24). That equals a total units of (+60)!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is so beyond way cool it stinks farts backwards!
This is so beyond way cool it stinks farts backwards!
This is so beyond way cool it stinks farts backwards!
This is so beyond way cool it stinks farts backwards!
This is so beyond way cool it stinks farts backwards!
This is so beyond way cool it stinks farts backwards!
This is so beyond way cool it stinks farts backwards!
This is so beyond way cool it stinks farts backwards!
This is so beyond way cool it stinks farts backwards!
This is so beyond way cool it stinks farts backwards!
This is so beyond way cool it stinks farts backwards!
This is so beyond way cool it stinks farts backwards!
This is so beyond way cool it stinks farts backwards!
This is so beyond way cool it stinks farts backwards!
This is so beyond way cool it stinks farts backwards!
This is so beyond way cool it stinks farts backwards!
So fine folks; I may naught B able 2 ever stop these demonic mother flagging total slits from persecuting me, but they R eventually gonna' put a lot of flucking doe into me' pockets when I start me' online gambling soon. 'WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS' perhaps, lovely Mizz KATY-PEE-D-Q from '97; but also, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
We R only hours away now from our final and third lunar quarter phase of lovely Diana, AKA OUR AWESOME RAVISHING MOON. Sunday starts that day officially, meaning that we will B in the time of the half moon growing smaller, or its 'waning', as opposed 2 the half moon growing larger, or its 'waxing', and is known as the FIRST LUNAR QUARTER PHASE. The FULL MOON is technically the 2nd quarter LUNAR PHASE, only we all know it better in its slang term of being a gorgeous FULL MOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It truly is as simplllleeee as THAT.
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
RED ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
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RED ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
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 ON THESE PAST 2 EVENINGS, OF MARCH 1 AND MARCH 2, IN THIS BEYOND DEMONIC EVIL ROTTEN YEAR OF 2024, 4 YOUR CREATOR THE MOUNTAINPEN; AND WITH THIS MAJOR NOISE ASSAULT AND MAJOR AERIAL ASSAULT ON ME; AND ALONG WITH 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.
Your AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on a CRUSH DESTRUCT-SINGE DESTRUCT-TOTAL DESTRUCT—DESTRUCT ORDER, and on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND
S--------T--------O--------P.
“THE END”, lovely Katy, and all lovely KATY's.
MP4B & LUNAR CALLIO MINUS MAGIC 1210
MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES CHARTS IN 2024, FOR BOTBAR DAYS:
2024 ANNUAL, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:
DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B
01/01------001-------00-----------------------00---x----xx
01/02------002-------00-----------------------00---x----xx
01/03------003-------00-----------------------00---x----xx
01/04------004-------00-----------------------00---x----xx
01/05------005-------00-----------------------00---x----xx
01/06------006-------00-----------------------00---x----xx
01/07------007-------00-----------------------00---x----xx
01/08------008-------01-----------------------13---x----01
01/09------009-------01-----------------------11---x----01
01/10------010-------01------------------------10---x----01
JANE------011-------02------------------------18---x----01
01/12------012-------02------------------------17---x----01
01/13------013-------02------------------------15---x----01
01/14------014-------02------------------------14---x----01
01/15------015-------03------------------------20---x----01
01/16------016-------04------------------------25---x----01
01/17------017-------04------------------------24---x----01
01/18------018-------04------------------------22---x----01
01/19------019-------04------------------------21---x----01
01/20------020-------05------------------------25---x----01
01/21------021-------05------------------------24---x----01
01/22------022-------06------------------------26---x----01
01/23------023-------07------------------------30---x----01
01/24------024-------07------------------------29---x----01
01/25------025-------08------------------------32---x----01
01/26------026-------09------------------------35---x----01
01/27------027-------10------------------------37---x----01
01/28------028-------10------------------------36---x----01
01/29------029-------10------------------------34---x----01
01/30------030-------10------------------------33---x----01
01/31------031-------10------------------------32---x----01
02/01------032-------10------------------------31---x----01
02/02------033-------11------------------------33---x----01
02/03------034-------11------------------------32---x----01
02/04------035-------11------------------------31---x----01
02/05------036-------11------------------------31---x----02
02/06------037-------11------------------------30---x----01
02/07------038-------11------------------------29---x----01
02/08------039-------12------------------------31---x----01
02/09------040-------13------------------------33---x----01
02/10------041-------13------------------------32---x----01
02/11------042-------13------------------------31---x----01
02/12------043-------13------------------------30---x----01
02/13------044-------13------------------------30---x----02
02/14------045-------13------------------------29---x----01
02/15------046-------13------------------------28---x----01
02/16------047-------13------------------------28---x----02
02/17------048-------13------------------------27---x----01
02/18------049-------13------------------------27---x----02
02/19------050-------13------------------------26---x----01
02/20------051-------14------------------------27---x----01
02/21------052-------14------------------------27---x----02
02/22------053-------14------------------------26---x----01
02/23------054-------14------------------------26---x----02
02/24------055-------14------------------------25---x----01
02/25------056-------14------------------------25---x----02
02/26------057-------14------------------------25---x----03
02/27------058-------14------------------------24---x----01
02/28------059-------15------------------------25---x----01
02/29------060-------15------------------------25---x----02
03/01------061-------xx------------------------xx---x----xx
03/02------062-------xx------------------------xx---x----xx
MONTHS 1-3, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:
DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B
01/01-------01-----00----------------------------------00
01/02-------02-----00----------------------------------00
01/03-------03-----00----------------------------------00
01/04-------04-----00----------------------------------00
01/05-------05-----00----------------------------------00
01/06-------06-----00----------------------------------00
01/07-------07-----00----------------------------------00
01/08-------08-----01----------------------------------13
01/09-------09-----01----------------------------------11
01/10-------10-----01----------------------------------10
JANE-------11-----02----------------------------------18
01/12-------12-----02----------------------------------17
01/13-------13-----02----------------------------------15
01/14-------14-----02----------------------------------14
01/15-------15-----03----------------------------------20
01/16-------16-----04----------------------------------25
01/17-------17-----04----------------------------------24
01/18-------18-----04----------------------------------22
01/19-------19-----04----------------------------------21
01/20-------20-----05----------------------------------25
01/21-------21-----05----------------------------------24
01/22-------22-----06----------------------------------26
01/23-------23-----07----------------------------------30
01/24-------24-----07----------------------------------29
01/25-------25-----08----------------------------------32
01/26-------26-----09----------------------------------35
01/27-------27-----10----------------------------------37
01/28-------28-----10----------------------------------36
01/29-------29-----10----------------------------------34
01/30-------30-----10----------------------------------33
01/31-------31-----10----------------------------------32
02/01-------01-----00----------------------------------00
02/02-------02-----01----------------------------------50
02/03-------03-----01----------------------------------33
01/04-------04-----01----------------------------------25
02/05-------05-----01----------------------------------20
02/06-------06-----01----------------------------------17
02/07-------07-----01----------------------------------14
02/08-------08-----02----------------------------------25
01/09-------09-----03----------------------------------33
02/10-------10-----03----------------------------------30
02/11-------11-----03----------------------------------27
02/12-------12-----03----------------------------------25
02/13-------13-----03----------------------------------23
02/14-------14-----03----------------------------------21
02/15-------15-----03----------------------------------20
02/16-------16-----03----------------------------------19
02/17-------17-----03----------------------------------18
02/18-------18-----03----------------------------------17
02/19-------19-----03----------------------------------16
02/20-------20-----04----------------------------------20
02/21-------21-----04----------------------------------19
02/22-------22-----04----------------------------------18
02/23-------23-----04----------------------------------17
02/24-------24-----04----------------------------------17
02/25-------25-----04----------------------------------16
02/26-------26-----04----------------------------------15
02/27-------27-----04----------------------------------15
02/28-------28-----05----------------------------------18
02/29-------29-----05----------------------------------17
03/01-------01-----xx----------------------------------xx
03/02-------02-----xx----------------------------------xx
MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR CALENDAR:
FRIDAY, MARCH 01, 2024---JWSC-FRI-12-72
CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 6:7
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WAXING CRESCENT------(W-X-C)
WAXING GIBBOUS---------(W-X-G)
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OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
All of flucking DOGTOWN has broken loose around me beginning on the nose of 05:58 this goddamn evening. It began with me' missing seeing the damn fave-number groupings on me' digital clock, as in, 5555555555555555555555555555555555555, and then proceeded from bad 2 worse and worse still. The SPELLCHECKER INSIDE OF ME WORD OPEN OFFICE PROGRAM WAS HACKED DIRECTLY AFTER THIS, and only on one of the documents, this one that is being presently worked on. I rebooted the PC system and all is operating normally again, but while the rebooting process was ongoing, a loud landscaper truck parked directly outside of me' home right at me' front porch and I am clueless 2 what is going on and Y, especially since it is raining and darkening, and because it is now past 6 of the goddessdog clock in the evening. 4 minutes ago the loud motor of the truck appeared 2 sound as though it was leaving, and yes that was at 06:11, and it is gone, but when I went out 4 me' mail at around twenty shy of six, one of the walking landscapers not in the truck was out blowing leaves with his loud leaf blower machine, and as I said, in the rain, and it is ridiculously late in the day, and will B dark vely vely vely non Bob McDowell COOLEY HALL-1972 soon, y-O, and here comes me' first smother fruyucking goddessdog (y-O-HACK) of the day now at 06:16 in the non-ICE-T-PM! When a major NOISE-SIEGE COMES OUT OF AMY COOLEY TRUE-BLUE NOWHERE from those invisible PPMM Harry Potter non-pink-ISIS-SCYLLA SKIES; this signals a major bunch of mitt about 2 begin happening 2 me, YO, and I goddog looked that time; U great awesome 'Q-P' out there, in the awesome scientific community, YO!!!!!!!! Yes, the reboot of this PC system corrected the SPELLCHECKER SYSTEM HACKING JOB OF THE WSMT SPAMMENIES, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!! I shouldn't B forced 2 endlessly B living this LIFE OF TOTAL GODDAMN FRUCKING HELL, and saying that this is completely UNFAIR, only is a waste of time, effort, energy, and proves the Katy-PEE-1997 hot fudge sundae ice cream theory of utter and quintessential absurdity and ridiculousness, and yes, this whole damn glass thing is far beyond being merely 'WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS', oh lovely Katy; and me' vely best 2 your awesome illustrious Admiral Uncle, of the great marvelous United States Federal Aviation Administration of Pomona, and my nightmares of Callio's brother, whom I did not even know existed on this EARTH-PLANET in 1976, when they came upon me, at me' mom's Media, PA-USA apartment, called the Jamestown Apartments, on Jefferson Street, near the railroad station!!!!!!! Where R-U Mister Marcucci, when I need U? Yes, I am so happy 4 your pal, and his recent ability 2 reconnect with his fave musical instrument. Better 4 one of us 2 get lucky, than neither of us; huh BRAH????????? I am holding at a solid BOTBUR at half past 6 of the goddessdog clock now, YO world, and am about 2 play some roulette numbers corresponding 2 NOISE HARASSMENT'S, AND BOT-CONDITIONS in me' pitiful poor pathetic NON-LINDA RONSTADT LIFE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, and will keep the record here updated and informed, posted and advised, and even appraised and apprised, YO, as conditions continue deteriorating around me, me' BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WIPE OUT WOMEN, W-O, W-O, W-O, AND WIPE OUT---WIPE OUT---WIPE OUT; AND ENDLESS DOE-4-PPNR-MOUNTAINPEN, oh peeps aldare!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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ANTIBRIGGERANITY
“The
Epitome of Harassment, Internet Version”
ANTIBRIGGERANITY--Date
And Time File: 102208.837.55
Let me start up me TRANNY, ye ugly
ole’ GRANNY.
Timing;
says a great recording artist and former friend, is
EVERYTHING.
He is totally correct. There is nothing 2 argue with here. It is all
in the proper timing that either allows all things 2 fall into one of
2 categories and these R, successes or failures.
This incredible dude is known in the Philadelphia, Pennsylvania-USA local area as the HUMAN PECULATOR. But he is more known 2 me 4 reasons that this EARTH-PLANET is totally clueless about; and many refuse 2 even believe nor entertain me' numerous wild stories, as after-all; how can a total nobody or so it seems, me; B in with so many damn name recognized peeps and since boyhood even, 4 crying out THUNDEROUSLY LOUD, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO???????????????? Well, how can a large passenger airplane fly effortlessly through the air, would B a question asked by any who were born around the civil war times; and they would most likely call U a liar straight 2 your face, should U-B dumb enough 2 shoot off your mouth of stuff like this, 2 their face!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My answer is JUST THAT SIMPLE, Mister Chaingiver Redjohn Henningsen, great SIR, from back in the nineteen-sixties!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANSMISSION.
L30B; The Next Blog and Subtitled; Slept From About Eleven Through Two and Yesterday Closed Out Rounding Up and Down Into a 2-2-1-2 Day but a New Transdimensional Song-Dream Just Went Down
03:27 AM, Saturday, March 2, 2024
MSTS (Morianity's Secrets Thermometer Scale)
MOST RECENT CALCULATIONS PLACE THE BAR @:
Week
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Week ending 4 PM, Tuesday afternoon, 03-05-24:
As was told, things deteriorated suddenly when I missed out on seeing the FIVE numbers on me' gash dog digital clock last early evening, and the day was perdy dern much holding around a 2.75-GLMA chart rating B-4 that all went down, Mister Joe 1980 Sivo, oh sir. I will inform the L30B now of all the details that led me 2 a closing of approximately 2.0-2.0-1.2-1.8 and rounding me up and down into a general life and moods & attitudes parameter in the charts, of 1-2, and a skin of the teeth non-BOT close out: WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS perhaps, but a definite WEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Sir C-F, SIR!
Suddenly I got screwed out of seeing my 5-NUMBERS, and then instantaneously following that, came the SPELL-CHECK WORD-HACK on me' CUM-PUKE-HER. Then during the rebooting process that did eventually go onto repair the woe-whiz-me issue, came the major NIGHT NOISE ASSAULT and crazy loud landscaper truck, that parked right at my front porch making a god awful loud sound, and all sorts of junk began happening, and yet ten minutes later it all vanished and stopped, like right out of another goddessdog Harry Potter PPMM nightmare shkituation 4 the PPNR-Mountainpen. When that stopped, all got very quiet until I went off 2 sleep at 5 minutes past 11 last night and then I awakened around 5 minutes shy of 2 AM, 2 a nasty diarrhea attack from the WOMO-SPACEFORCE. It was not a real 'doozie-whopper-B-O' HAVANA death strike; but bad enough 2 send me out of me' sleep, and into the rod slam toilet, YO folks aldare!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now after the assault from last night, and the finishing of the blog that was last posted up, I PLAYED ME' FUTHERMUCKING A2R2023-ROULETTE GAME, and made a generous & hefty 36 units. I played the NOISE-3 number, and I played the 4 aerial assault numbers, and I played the 7 BOT-condition numbers, or the 4-AA, and the seven 5-M numbers totaling 12 numbers played each spin. I won on me' 3rd wheel spin, and had one loss and 2 wins. I made 36 units, because me' win-values playing 12 numbers, is +24 units, and me' lose-values playing 12 numbers, is -12 units. So 2 wins is '24 X 2' = +48, and 1 loss is '12 X 1' = -12. So the simple final step of the math is 48 minus 12; and that is of course a profit of (+36) UNITS. I am now up and awake 4 the new day and will take a cat-nap later on, when I get a 'wee tad bit' more tired, quoting the lovely 1974 and 1975, Mizz Patricia H Hollister H here, and in no uncertain terms, great peeps aldare in the L30B, and anyone else!!!!!!!!!
MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES CHARTS IN 2024, FOR BOTBAR DAYS:
2024 ANNUAL, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:
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JANE------011-------02------------------------18---x----01
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MONTHS 1-3, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:
DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B
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MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR CALENDAR:
SATURDAY, MARCH 2, 2024---JWSC-SAT-12-74
CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 7:7
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WANING CRESCENT------(W-N-C)
WANING GIBBOUS--------(W-N-G)
WAXING CRESCENT------(W-X-C)
WAXING GIBBOUS---------(W-X-G)
Time 2 pay me' rent 2 me' landlord this weekend, and WOW, time sure flies, and it seems like it was five days ago or so that I was paying me' rent 4 the 2nd month of this year, and now, kapow, it is time 2 pay 4 the 3rd month of 2024, good ole' freaking lovely MARCH, AKA the ELECTRICAL-MONTH and month #3, and all of that jazz, et el. WEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and yes gorgeous ravishing 1997 T-Q-K-P at the D-Q, also quite totally non-CAMP COUNSELOR MACK KAITER WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS, so yes, I shall give U that, along with U-2 Mister Mike Soft Hellwrecker SPELLCHECKER, OH MIGHTY DERN GLASS SIR!!!!!! Mortimer Mortino has started up annoying me super bad, beginning yesterday, after waking up 4 the day; and is still on me today, good ole' SIR HIZZEMSIRK, YO, huh there awesome peeps of the FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MP4B & LUNAR CALLIO MINUS MAGIC 1210
MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES CHARTS IN 2024, FOR BOTBAR DAYS:
2024 ANNUAL, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:
DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B
01/01------001-------00-----------------------00---x----xx
01/02------002-------00-----------------------00---x----xx
01/03------003-------00-----------------------00---x----xx
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01/06------006-------00-----------------------00---x----xx
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01/10------010-------01------------------------10---x----01
JANE------011-------02------------------------18---x----01
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03/01------061-------xx------------------------xx---x----xx
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MONTHS 1-3, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:
DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B
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03/01-------01-----xx----------------------------------xx
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MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR CALENDAR:
FRIDAY, MARCH 01, 2024---JWSC-FRI-12-72
CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 6:7
N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 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)
PASTED IN BLOG STATS AT 05:30 PM, 03-01-2024
Pageviews past week
All Time-------------------434,845
Today----------------------------76
Yesterday------------------------63
This Month-----------------------76
Last Month-------------------2,039
Yes Mister PIP, endlessness is quite hellish
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
All of flucking DOGTOWN has broken loose around me beginning on the nose of 05:58 this goddamn evening. It began with me' missing seeing the damn fave-number groupings on me' digital clock, as in, 5555555555555555555555555555555555555, and then proceeded from bad 2 worse and worse still. The SPELLCHECKER INSIDE OF ME WORD OPEN OFFICE PROGRAM WAS HACKED DIRECTLY AFTER THIS, and only on one of the documents, this one that is being presently worked on. I rebooted the PC system and all is operating normally again, but while the rebooting process was ongoing, a loud landscaper truck parked directly outside of me' home right at me' front porch and I am clueless 2 what is going on and Y, especially since it is raining and darkening, and because it is now past 6 of the goddessdog clock in the evening. 4 minutes ago the loud motor of the truck appeared 2 sound as though it was leaving, and yes that was at 06:11, and it is gone, but when I went out 4 me' mail at around twenty shy of six, one of the walking landscapers not in the truck was out blowing leaves with his loud leaf blower machine, and as I said, in the rain, and it is ridiculously late in the day, and will B dark vely vely vely non Bob McDowell COOLEY HALL-1972 soon, y-O, and here comes me' first smother fruyucking goddessdog (y-O-HACK) of the day now at 06:16 in the non-ICE-T-PM! When a major NOISE-SIEGE COMES OUT OF AMY COOLEY TRUE-BLUE NOWHERE from those invisible PPMM Harry Potter non-pink-ISIS-SCYLLA SKIES; this signals a major bunch of mitt about 2 begin happening 2 me, YO, and I goddog looked that time; U great awesome 'Q-P' out there, in the awesome scientific community, YO!!!!!!!! Yes, the reboot of this PC system corrected the SPELLCHECKER SYSTEM HACKING JOB OF THE WSMT SPAMMENIES, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!! I shouldn't B forced 2 endlessly B living this LIFE OF TOTAL GODDAMN FRUCKING HELL, and saying that this is completely UNFAIR, only is a waste of time, effort, energy, and proves the Katy-PEE-1997 hot fudge sundae ice cream theory of utter and quintessential absurdity and ridiculousness, and yes, this whole damn glass thing is far beyond being merely 'WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS', oh lovely Katy; and me' vely best 2 your awesome illustrious Admiral Uncle, of the great marvelous United States Federal Aviation Administration of Pomona, and my nightmares of Callio's brother, whom I did not even know existed on this EARTH-PLANET in 1976, when they came upon me, at me' mom's Media, PA-USA apartment, called the Jamestown Apartments, on Jefferson Street, near the railroad station!!!!!!! Where R-U Mister Marcucci, when I need U? Yes, I am so happy 4 your pal, and his recent ability 2 reconnect with his fave musical instrument. Better 4 one of us 2 get lucky, than neither of us; huh BRAH????????? I am holding at a solid BOTBUR at half past 6 of the goddessdog clock now, YO world, and am about 2 play some roulette numbers corresponding 2 NOISE HARASSMENT'S, AND BOT-CONDITIONS in me' pitiful poor pathetic NON-LINDA RONSTADT LIFE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, and will keep the record here updated and informed, posted and advised, and even appraised and apprised, YO, as conditions continue deteriorating around me, me' BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WIPE OUT WOMEN, W-O, W-O, W-O, AND WIPE OUT---WIPE OUT---WIPE OUT; AND ENDLESS DOE-4-PPNR-MOUNTAINPEN, oh peeps aldare!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Wednesday, October 22, 2008
ANTIBRIGGERANITY
“The
Epitome of Harassment, Internet Version”
ANTIBRIGGERANITY--Date
And Time File: 102208.837.55
Let me start up me TRANNY, ye ugly
ole’ GRANNY.
Timing;
says a great recording artist and former friend, is
EVERYTHING.
He is totally correct. There is nothing 2 argue with here. It is all
in the proper timing that either allows all things 2 fall into one of
2 categories and these R, successes or failures.
This incredible dude is known in the Philadelphia, Pennsylvania-USA local area as the HUMAN PECULATOR. But he is more known 2 me 4 reasons that this EARTH-PLANET is totally clueless about; and many refuse 2 even believe nor entertain me' numerous wild stories, as after-all; how can a total nobody or so it seems, me; B in with so many damn name recognized peeps and since boyhood even, 4 crying out THUNDEROUSLY LOUD, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO???????????????? Well, how can a large passenger airplane fly effortlessly through the air, would B a question asked by any who were born around the civil war times; and they would most likely call U a liar straight 2 your face, should U-B dumb enough 2 shoot off your mouth of stuff like this, 2 their face!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My answer is JUST THAT SIMPLE, Mister Chaingiver Redjohn Henningsen, great SIR, from back in the nineteen-sixties!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANSMISSION.
Saturday, April 20, 2013
MORIANITY PART V, CHAPTER L, KING NEBNOOSHOO BLOGS
02:54 AM-EDST, SATURDAY MORNING, 20 APRIL, 2013
Sharkey Marky may or may not be the greatest fish in the whole dang bay, but he has the evilest trashy bottom feeder neighbors across the hallway from him. Yes folks, I am putting up with them slamming in and out all day, and it still is going on at nearly 3 AM, and if it does not quit, I'll call the ducking CRIME STOPPERS number, that was given to me by Resident Manager, Misses Debbie Marotto.
I have dozens of huge things to tell that WOMO, I assure you, does not want out and told, if they don't get off of me, Angels A, W, and Millie. WAYWINY, LILLY MUNSTER?
These dirt bags are all connected with the computer knit in this building, and the security guard rotation force. When I told what I told, they attacked me huge time, and you can all be a witness to the way I say things, and then get instantly punished and pummeled by WOMO-MILITUFORCE right directly afterward.
There is no real true supernatural, and all of religion and church slit is garbage, but the idea behind it is moral and honest, and I find no fault with the fact that folks are still swinging from trees, carrying little self contained mini universes called compuphone's, in many other dimensions ODF reality. NOT ODF, OF REALITY, HACKER MS SKUZ! When you go into a movie theater to watch the show called, “EARTHQUAKE”, huge sub-woofers shook the entire viewing area, simulating a real quake. There really was not one happening, but the illusion that there in fact was one happening, was very very ducking real, we all are tricked and fooled by sensory illusion, constantly and continuously, and even relentlessly. There is no devil called SATAN, but there may as well be, and THIS is a truth that the churches will eventually come to see and realize. For all intense and purposes, there is A SATAN, but still, Lenny, there isn't an actual devil with horns and a pitch fork in a burning furnace of fire that is named HELL. Hell, and HEAVEN, words for great so-called after-life 'places', are not places at all, they are simply CONDITION-INTERACTIONS. Again, it may as well be real places, you would never know the difference. If you were hooked up to a trillion dollar super virtual reality video-game, with brain connect scan technology, so that while you enter and play, your only memory of self is right there inside of that game, just as entering this world through the Astral birth dream, produces seemingly, in like manner. Dennis Snyder would say it perfectly right about now, as should he be here, and saying all of this, as opposed to me; “That's reality, son”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ladies and gentlemen, I'll give you some powerful GAGA CAT Q&A later on, not on this blog. What I will close out with is simply thissssssssssss: Hopefully Mrs. Shoemaker and daughter Tracy won't make any trouble for 'deer sweet little old me', who 'tries so hard all the time just to be free', but if it does happen; then I will deal with that at another time, oh illustrious Youtube.
Every secret I reveal, the enemy punishes me back in a precise way that pertains to the details of that secret. Anyone following this for at least 6-12 months now, and cannot see this is true, and along with how true all of my claims are; is simply in a 'comfy-zone-denial' in their spirit, as they read the words of MORIANITY. Fine, you have a right to do and think as you please, and I have no problem with that. Still, I do know that that the majority who read my words, can see through the lies and do in fact know that I indeed am really truly being persecuted by some unknown beyond alien group of very very very distant foreign travelers. The only pieces in the jig saw puzzle that have any hope of fitting into a good explanation, is the games of the gods for distraction purposes, as well as to keep it all organized and under their total control. Any truth should be revealed, and none should be intentionally buried and covered up, as they are currently being. Take the truth away, and all that be left is various degrees and forms of lacking sanity. Collectively as a species, humanity has a side effect of growing overly complex and technical on an ever increasing upward linear if not geometric sized scale. This would be none other than forcing truths, rearranging lies to become new age truths, and so forth, again, without what really is being what we all agree to perceive to be true, we have nothing. We may think we own a very high teck world and be super rich and maybe even somewhat happy, but again, there is that pesky three syllable word again, ILLUSION! It does not matter where or what I live, work, go, do, and so forth. The Assistant to New Jersey Congressman Robert Andrews in 1998, Mister Clarence Harris, knew how real this powerful truth was in his own life; and he never doubted it for a second in his mind, as he could relate personally. There is an IF or an Interaction-Force that takes control, and makes gold slowly turn to rust and smelly garbage, if I am in any way connected into it; a subject that could be thousands of pages long, and not scratch all that much of even an ice shaved surface. But a few constants are right there in my face. The tit for tat retaliation that all started in 1986, along with the escalation of my major plucking hellish nightmare problems to begin with; PROVES and VERIFIES beyond one speck of miniscule doubt, that this is all a game of the gods, as Morianity has preached all along since it began in early 2006. Still, why me and not all of you, this is the all time Shakespearean question. Let us explore this.
If Shakespeare was correct even slightly, about the entire world being a stage, and us being the actors in a play here, and I know that he was told this by the gods in some form of slightly off of normal mind awareness state, be it a dream or meditation, or whatever; then we all have been given a roll to play, a four dimensional script to act out our part in an interactive menu various choices way, and so on and so forth. We do not bring this to surface waking mental level as we go through our waking times and live our parts in this Shakespeare play arena, but we play our parts nonetheless. Just as we breath in and out, with rarely any conscious attention ever paid to it. Same exact thing folks. Before anyone totally judges any claims made in the Morianity teachings; you need to read all of the books ever written by one of the great nineties new age guru founding fathers, Mister Carlos Castaneda. Then we can talk again, and when I tell of a lot of stuff such as the Lambrigg Cult all meeting on this physical realm without knowing or remembering each other, merely being subconsciously driven to join the EW group, and all eventually and gradually carry out the great new age mind control, spoken of by me in my 1986 “Real Good Girl” music project that I copyrighted. You can see this as the title to a group of songs and matching the LOC catalog of my songs for 1986, in the blog's enclosed list that I CAP in. Rather than go on and on, and really say next to nothing for most readers at their dimly lit stage of awareness levels, let me try cutting to the chase. We have an existence of our truer self-entity, on the Astral-Plane, or the spirit world. This entity self or 'soul', is way 2 large and complicated, for any one universe to contain it; so it breaks up into countless amounts of various ones, where they then are all dreamed eventually, into various separate life-times, down in the fifth dimensional hyperspace. This is the vast area containing virtually limitless numbers and amounts of space-time 4-D universes, all operating on slightly different but agreeing atomic frequencies. Now I told of the towel example and how localized other nearby realities all seep together in strange ways, just as a soaking wet towel would also seep its wetness into other surrounding towels that lay around it and touch it at some point. Very soon, if harassment keeps up, I will make up real examples, showing these towels in action, and then showing my life here as well as in surrounding localized hyperspace. It is all one big us you know, and separate parts of our 'soul' living in unlimited parallel realities, does not mean a total disconnect in the lives of our many localized doppelganger other-us's. All ready, my blogs show all sorts of dry towels around the one central wet one, but only a few are getting it, and putting the 2 and the 2 properly together, and arriving at the proper 4 answer. 3.9999999 won't cut it, it may as well be 26.00029384756. Knowing what I have come to know about this topic, can be related to a lottery winning number. One number wins it. Every other numbers R far away if off by one digit, & are all equally losing numbers; not counting the way the system operates the cash payout's for near misses. I simply mean that any wrong answer, a little or a lot wrong, is still equal to a wrong answer, and that there only can ever be one correct answer to any problem mathematically. Now my trying to post up my song, a year long try now, last week, at the library in West Fort Pierce; not only failed and caused a nasty BOTBAR day for me, but also, was punished. It is just a simple little ditty about a greedy fisherman, who refuses to share his catch with a starving family, who encounters him on a fishing jetty one day, and then later, a storm blows up and knocks him off the jetty to his death, where in the after-life, as mortals see it, he is saddened to see he no longer can have any fish to eat, despite being surrounded with such an incredible abundance of it. But we all know that this is more than a song telling a cute little story. The WOMO has a vested interest, or so it would appear, to keep me blocked and unable to ever do what normal 9 year old's do every day, like nothing. Some may think this is supernatural, others that I am just either crazy, and that I think this is all happening, when it is a mere delusion. Don't I wish, or they figure, wow what a total retard. All he has to do is get a book on how to work the Youtube at the library, only my trucking brain is not wired to be taught without a real live instructor or teacher. This gains an extra meaning and dimension 2 things, when another item is factored into this equation. Back as a student in his late teens, I was better at self-learning than when someone was instructing me, and is Y seemingly I got through a 2 year course in Computer Programming on the IBM-360 machine, at the PCI school, in Cherry Hill, in 1973, in only a quarter of this time slot; about 7 months. I never heard of a human being's brain changing and reversing in its operation such as mine has done, and 2 my total detriment since having that other type of mind would have saved my very dang soul up here in this hi-tech land of the reflected antimatter spaces, AKA, the FUTURE. So the enemy has me covertly by my thrill rocks, and they know it; and they trucking laugh at me every danglass day.
It's after four now, and I am tired and need to ducking crash. Yes, this blog is hit a lot, but my Youtube channel, http://youtube/paulaking2011/ is never hit, or maybe once or twice every month, one song is hit. It seems that after I took down the original postings in middle 2011, and after moving in here to this PHA apartment, and doing this; it caused a strange thing to happen where nobody can get to my music, and or, they just do not have any desire to ever go and listen to it, even though the blogs would make a lot more sense if viewers would listen to the music posted, as it tells true stories that will match stuff from this blog. Do I have any answers for just what is causing this? NOPE, not even a clue, maybe ten or so wild theories, and all of them together, along with three dollar bills, will get me 12 shinny quarters, any time, & at any bank. I could not help seeing how one of the two brothers who caused so much havoc back on Monday up in Boston, has a Youtube account and is only 19 years old, and has four digit hit counts on his posts, while I am lucky if my average post has had 3-6 hits, all other counts above that are my views, and or CAPPING links to blogs, as this all creates a view, and is counted. I am left to wonder why a murderer has 4 digit hits and I am getting maybe 4 on one post and 5 on another, and so forth, on an account I have had up since the 30th of December of 2010, almost two and a half years now. They stopped allowing me to blog share to blogger one day back last year in 2012, and I could go on. I know my stuff is somehow covertly being as sanctioned and blocked from stumble on views, as is possible. Many have also told me for a long time now, that they gave up trying to get to my stuff from their computer. It just leads to nothingness. If I can ever prove this, I will have a case for First Amendment Legal Issues, impeding my freedom of speech, and I don't even post major stuff, such as hate core, and really heavy anti-anything stuff. It is just normal music, that tells stories of my life, in small and clever ways; that is if it is listened to carefully. Hay, I am happy for those who get a million, and 90 million views; but why am I getting 5 views? This has to be some form of a blockade, and this clearly legally is in violation of some rights that I know that I must have somewhere in this great country's constitution. You cannot watch the news one day without the anchors telling how people post something, and it virals out to a million or more hits in just days. I do not go after that amount, but why can't I get 2-6 thousand for example? Just who is dang stopping me???????? I do intend to hire an attorney, and see if I can indeed ever get to the bottom of it all, as after-all, if this case if ever won, it would put me, and my Morianity on the map, and then I could get my message out to the world; and that is all that I have ever wanted to do; as then I would have friends on my side of this nightmare fight, and folks that would all band together, to help each other against tyranny and oppression, of any and all forms and kinds, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
**2:30 AM-EDST, 18 APRIL, 2013, THURSDAY MORNING**
The greatest fish in the whole dang bay wants to share a little more information with this blind foolish Planet Earth.
Sit back and enjoy, folks.
Before two years of these blogs were done, all of the basic information in Morianity was out. There will always be possible additions as life moves on in my present incarnation of beingness. Only stones don't change, so why would this not be the case? Well, that is soaking wet with liquid truth, and yet even more than that is going on, and stones do change. People say when you die, you stop aging. I use this as a quick example of something. That is entirely untrue. You stop aging in a biological sense, but while the dead body and remains of what we were, sits on a slab, or is buried in a tomb; the universe is aging, so thereto are the remains aging, cosmically and not biologically, but even the rocks around the cemetery, all are aging, and will eventually crumble away. Only stopping the motion of the worlds and the inner workings of them, stops the clock; and another scientific term for this state in the laboratory, is called, “Absolute Zero”. When things are frozen, they don't move, and they do not change. Change is age, as well as many other things. This all fits nicely into many things that have been said in Morianity, only in-between the lines more than direct and bluntly. One thing I will be touching on with this particular blog, is the middle nineties, and what may have led to a significant alteration in my life, that no ordinary 'midlife-crisis' or other Millionth-Council nonsense, can be used as an overly simplistic explanation, or even excuse. I have come right out and said one of many over-the-head beliefs in Morianity, that there is but one real true point of reality, and change and age is merely this point with a little before 'something' now existing behind it, that was not there before. This can send chills up a spine at 186,282 SMPS, especially if really grasped and properly understood. The few times that a person seriously begins contemplating what time really is, or what is forever and along these lines; a quick spark jumps up and enters into our consciousness, from the deeper all knowing beneath the consciousness omniscience, that we all ARE. Depending on individual level of 'enlightenment', this plants a seed, and at another time, the same thoughts begin to roll around in the mind, and again, a little more and a little more starts creeping into normal human waking awareness. Surviving enough hellish existence accelerates this process, like throwing expensive garden feeding chemicals onto our lawns and flowers. Normally a limit exists where only so much can be tolerated, so much physical pain before a death results, or so much mental anguish before total insanity takes over. But as Christian scriptures cleverly teach the 'enlightened' folks, something bigger than death is out there, and there may be a hundred names for it the world over. On this blog, when not saying DOGTOWN, it is refered to no differently in Morianity than in Christianity; and that word is HELL. For reasons that go beyond my surface awareness at present, I survived more than what it takes to remain sane by human standards, and can prove it when forced to do so someday by the authorities; and this means that my life, my physical life on this physical plane reality, has become HELL. This did not happen in 1986, nor did it happen during the beyond monstrous horrendous years to follow into the nineties, and up as far as the middle of the decade. Then, suddenly, with or without any shopping at Walmart, or seeing or hearing or music related nonsense, something happened to me that was explained by the so-called 'know it all' degreed people in authority, as a mid-life crisis. Well, fine and well, only this was one brother trucking hell of a mid-life crisis, Mary Carter initials of inescapable proportions; and with or without magical McVeigh paint projects, classified or unclassified, pillow talker Daddy. This is what I wish to talk about at this 'present-point' on this blog, the mid-life crisis of 1995, and without any Youtube joking around, or songs, or harbors, or eggs, or Rodney's, or phone calls, or warnings, or any other pieces and parts of Atlantic City, New Jersey, and its great County, here in America, that contains this GREAT CITY, the mirror image in a microcosm of ISIS-PINK SKY, and HER true great city known Astrally, as Sahasra Dal Kanwal. This is a human English translated pronunciation, it means, the “City of the great Sarah-Stacey Krassle”. Before going on farther with 1995, and the start of all of this beyond incredible bullslit nightmare; let me tell you folks, that I don't like discussing current events and politics all that much, and did give a warning that the middle part of 2013 will mysteriously get dark and bad, and this is all just the start of it. I also told, and warned, that people are their own worst enemy. If they choose to not believe me on powerful issues, then when shkit goes all wrong and rotten, just don't blame me, or expect me to cry a single tear. If I had my way, the laws of physics would make things like bombs and guns, be as in that old original Star Trek show, with the light beings, who stopped the Klingon's and the Federation from fighting, while maintaining the appearance of simple sheep herd folk. But this is fictional, and stuff does go bang in the night, and the daytime as well. My second choice would be that magically, only the cops and the army's would have such things, others simply would not and could not. Again, this is not reality. But I told a while back that if the authorities do not begin to carefully scrutinize and examine, why the world is getting crazier and nuttier all the time, and more and more of this kind of stuff is happening; then it will not stop. You can not legislate a bomb throw, a murder, a gun going off, or even hatred and craziness; but what can be done, is a thorough research study of many things that are totally ignored today, such as Morianity and my own story for one example. Oh I'm quite sure I'm on many lists of watched people, you cannot say all the knit I have said and not be; but that is just more anti-freedom, and in fact, in its own way; all this shkit becomes LEGALIZED TERRORISM, to quote my wonderful treasure salver father, or expanding the scope of his saying of 'legal thieves', referring to most of WASH-DOC, and hay, I am just quoting a man, a loyal serviceman who fought for his country during WWll. I despise the evil and cruelty and injustice on this planet; and much of it has been aimed right directly at me; down to the copyrighting of my song 'LOST LOVE' a year after it should be, to keep me from ever making a stink about Robin Gibb and Marcy Levy, perhaps; but we know what is happening, don't we fortune filthy 500, and wicked evil EW (Entertainment World) or industry? There is no record of Tom Glenn arranging that song either, and yet I sent an open reel tape down to be copyrighted, in the early summer in 1980, containing all 4 demo tunes; The Morning Light, Lost Love, Love So High, and Long River Blues; and the 'EW' blasted into this project, and stole around it, like rats off of a sinking ship. I do not have one good thing to say about that rotten stinking cheating evil industry; as they can all go straight to fruyucking DOGTOWN for a thousand MK. But back to other evil. I tried hard to tell those that I know 2 listen and read this Blog Of Mountainpen, not wanting to take advantage of the suffering, but when else will it all hit home as good, as when an incident happens? We all know that a traffic light is only constructed out of blood. You beg the township for 30 years, & then finally three little kids are hit and killed by a speeding car. Then the traffic light comes. That is just the sad way of the world, and we all know it. Instead of putting me on a list, as I am quite sure I am on; those who I used to pay my taxes to, should contact me directly; and be genuinely desirous to know my true story, but no, Washington, we can't have ALL THESE POWERFUL SECRETS EXPOSED; oh no, forget that one, YO. And when the truth is right in your face, you will all see it or hear it a little off, and say, nah, can't be, similar yeah, now onto the next thing for the day. Well, I have no power to stop anything. But this is why terrorism has become so horrible since the nineties, all because plucking people just won't listen to those who shout and scream out for help, so one day, they do the unthinkable, and go blow a mall up. Well, don't worry about me, you sick arrogant rats birds, as I do not intend to spend my life in a prison, or a sike ward; but I sure did try and help, and nobody would listen; not even my great pal in the Julia Mansion. You won't do it the way you tried, even if you had gotten the votes, sir. The human condition needs addressing big time, folks like me, with huge unspeakable nightmare problems, ignored; hoping we'll all just eventually go away and vanish, and most of us do. The trouble is that 1% don't, so things end up going boom. This is just good advice and a lesson in Morianity, advanced 102, by no means to be taken as any kind of a threat. I bring truths, not threats. Now back to my Mary Carter Crises of unending eternal initials. By the way, I never said that I believe that conventional psychiatry is the total answer, as did anyone ever take a survey on the suicide rate of these whacky grass doctors?????? I have. Now let us move on, WHAAAA!
1994 was a very magical year for me, and I had two others like it in my life at both that time, and still to this day, there have been but three of these type of years in my pathetic brother plucking life; 1969, 1980, and 1994. Spacing in time from 1969, this was 11 years and 14 years after each of the preceding one that the next one occurred. That is why I was hopeful that the mathematical pattern of adding three years to eleven, might kick in again; only it did not, and 2011 was a horrible horrible other ducking nightmare year for me. In any case, so was 2012, and normally, things do not tend to work out all that great for me on the following years in this mathematical pattern. You know, as in 1969 plus 11, plus 14, plus 17. Even though the 2011 year did not happen the way I had hoped it might, based on this pattern activity; the next-year super bad grit sure did, as in 1970, 1981, 1995, 2012. I will miss out on the next nightmare after-year, at least according to PINK-SKY-ISIS, as in a 'dream' she promised me that I would be released from this nightmare life as Mark Wayne Mohr in 2031, and so, truck 2032. Of course, she has enjoyed teasing me since she was 2 years old in this life, and before that, in many others as well; but I am still friggin' hoping for the best, YO, so I can do my 18 and out!!!!!!! Aniwho, back to the Mid-life Crisis, and another wonderful MC. This is not something that can be told, bing, bang, boom, and done, but again, I can start to open a door on this blog, and then later, the room beyond can be more thoroughly explored; U good folks aldare.
I was living at the Highview Apartments, owned by Philadelphia slum-lord Maria Shoemaker and her hubby. Now a child can use their eyes and see something powerful in the last sentence, and we are too smart to even touch it, YO!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho peeps, Ace and purple not withstanding, TEE HEE HEE LILLY, so learn to laugh at the wild symbolism world, any-ha; there are some key events and key figures involved in my so-called Midlife Crisis. One was the President at the time, one was an elderly entertainer of days gone by, and there were some others; and I cannot freely just give away the cake, and divulge the whole dang rotten mess, or trouble would most definitely follow quite closely behind the posting of this blog. One thing led to another, and 1995 came in, and the magic of the great '94 year; where all sorts of great stinky grit happened to me, began to disintegrate away with every bit the realness of any fictional fruyucking Harry Potter story. I wish I had the imagination of writers like James Patterson, and whoever this English lady is who did Potter, & not my mom's old boss from the nineteen-seventies; but very interesting and powerful symbolism, if I do have to be the one leaning on my own horn, Lovely Lena. WHAAAAAAAAAAAA, AHA AHA AHA SIR MIKE MMCN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here is the cracking open of the door. Some of it happened when I would meditate over at a place called National Park, & then I would leave there, and head for the Haddonwood Swim Club; and this is no normal place. This place has a real honest road that goes directly onto the Astral Plane, if you know how to access a secret underneath the creek behind the place. In any case, no one thing is the story, and no one powerful secret is being kept. This is literally a ducking nursery of baby secrets that live and breed and grow, and are heavily protected; maybe for all I know, by the great McGuire clan themselves, as they were not afraid to hire the OZ man, and I am afraid I just made a big grass mistake, typing this truth to you all right now. He also hired the other quirk TAWF to take care of the first one; as even the name has a symbolism to this worked off behavior, WHAAAAAAAAABIT! If you do not believe in Alice's, looking glasses, reflectional time, magic Sidney King Crown, and independence, well; you won't believe in all this Santa Claus Easter Bunny stuff either for the most part. All that matters to me right this minute good folks, is that I totally know that it is all the truth, and that I have made it all a public record, cleverly of course; but it's up here now, screw the results, Aunt Tea, as I expect things to get worse, trees, burning bushes, and barking wolf WOLF wolves. Well, now that I've committed literary suicide, let me end tonight's lesson with this little finish line that won't explode at least, well, not in your face, maybe mine. Herby Letts, David Selby, and Lifeguard Albright, all know what this little squib is about. If you had helped me Herby, you flick, things would have been so different; and there are no trillion words to tell it. I may be joining Adrian Donna Summer without needing the F-6/10, but here goes, Brad Ice. There is no way McGuire would do all of this, to his own cousins as well as to me, the father of one of them, if it was not all about saving something on a cosmic scale. This family is a cosmic family, many folks in WASH-DOC totally know this is the truth. There were those who tried to bring this out around the time before my midlife crisis took hold, and nobody even remembers it, like the magic of 10-SC Avenue; only it was done with 'ETTOS', and without the 'Illum Club', and broadcasting networks; as they could not legally get these sound waves, and the gods only know what else out there; to effect the entire mass populations. Now let me shut the pluck pup here, Professor Jackson, and Shorty Gong MacInvondi, before the entire planet is struck with a moon size meteorite, oh ravishing Miss Tessmocker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I do naught wish 2-B reamed and pummeled from Fort Pierce, Florida all the way 2 Jamaica in the darn Caribbean, & pronouncing it any way that U may wish folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Good night and pleasant dreams, Ann Reese and Bobby Witherspoon, and many many many others. I have nothing against anyone, so do not take it personally that I got off of the 'FACEBOOK'. I have no time for childish games. I am not 16 years old forever and ever and ever. AHA AHA MMCN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jesus Christ, where is my talking treadmill? I've got some weight to take off, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Don't make me sick mommy, & future L&O-SVU-TV!
MORIANITY PART V, CHAPTER XLVIII
8:35 PM-EDST, 16 APRIL, 2013, TUESDAY EVENING
THE GREATEST FISH IN THE WHOLE DAM BAY, HAS SOME MORE TO SAY, FOLKS, ON THIS CHAPTER, LISTEN UP, YO.
First off, my grassmole nabes are not only annoying, but I have forgotten about something they did to me, and have been meaning to blog it for six weeks or so now, give or take. Somebody is playing with my mind and memories, sounds like McGuire is in town, K-MART of Fort Pierce? Hay, opposite the highway where they are, is indeed, another Tennessee Avenue, I mean as New York City's fictional Detective Lenny Briscoe might chime in here, “But still”. Lots of hollering, and in and out, and strange grit as well. I got off the elevator today after coming home from some errands that YOU WILL MOST DEFINITELY BE MADE PRIVY ABOUT, it is beyond smother shmucking glass major ladies and gentlemen, and whatever else is out here. Aniwho, I get off the elevator, there are two elevators, and am in the area of these elevators, all seven floors have the halls leading down to apartments on the west side, and also, the east side, and there is a lot more to the story than this, or New York City. AHA AHA AHA MMCN (Mike McNulty)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Before I do get into it, this is another super BOTBAR DAY, and many powerful negative slit glass things all culminated together to cause it, but all things considered, the lulu botbar days of April so far, are not in any way a comparison or a contest to the ones in March, by this time here in center month. On top of this knit, it was very humid and fairly hot, mid eightyish, feeling 100, at least to brother ducking me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fruck you, adding 'ISH' to the 80, was acceptable when I was growing up, or shall I say, in the flucking runt eating universe I used to live in, as boy has this been a CROSS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I used to sort of wonder, then wonder a bit harder and stronger, but no more. This is not where I used to live, before the greatest fish in the bay CROSSED OVER THE GREAT ACADEMY OF THROATS, or WHATEVER; Congressman Robert, old pal, and SIR!!!!!!!!!!
The contents of this blog focus on quality, not quantity. It will not be ten trillion words in length, but it will do its share of hard punching, so if you are not in the mood for this, hit the “NEXT BLOG” button right now, thank you. First off, I will tell you why the STOCK PLUCKING MARKET SHOT WAY UP AGAIN TODAY, and probably placing it now over the big 15,000 point mark. It is because, once again, I WAS SCREWED IN A MUSIC DEAL. Again, I tried to get some help posting my “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER” song, the full song, not the harmony track, up to my account at the web address http://youtube/paulaking2011/ so what the truck else is new? This is all just a tiny miniscule brother frucking part of why our former POPE, came almost to the door of the home, owned by Judge Frank Raso, on Middle Road, back up in Hammonton, New Jersey, USAESMWG. He also owned many others, including the rooming-house on Central Avenue, in town there, where the King family was renting and living in before we all moved in together at 65-A Middle Road, Your Eminence. Before we hop on over to the hub, yes there are interesting things that never ever have been discussed and or blogged, such as the initials being yet ANOTHER MILLIONTH COUNCIL coincidence, moving from Council Central Avenue, to Millionth Middle Road, right Mary Carter McVeigh Paint Company, AHA AHA Mister McNulty from '71?????
Hay, the name of this blog is not Resorts International Hotel and Casino, or Donald Rottenslob Trump, no sir, it is Morianity Part Five, Chapter Forty-Eight. My opinion of the entire Lambrigg Cult, CUZZ, you and all the rest of this gang of grit from plucking hell, is 'thisssssssssssssss', Mizz Luccisnakes, mah'm:
Inward snort, exhaled gross out throat sound, thueey!!!!!!! Filthy thieving garbage, with a lot of awards on their wall, and endless egos in their mirrors; don't do a lot for me. In fact; they don't do one blessed thing for me, and never did. Why you ever wanted to join this scum bag gang from hell, PP, is beyond my limited intellect, and I'll openly ducking stunt admit 2 it, YO. Now I need to move this along to the events of the day, beginning with the grassmole at the elevator.
I got off one of the two elevators and so did a lady with me who was speaking to me about how hot it was, and how slow these elevators travel; and when we got off, we just finished up our talk, as she is on the east hall or wing of the building, and I am the far west apartment facing the north side. Before I go on, I need to thank my wonderful beautiful LIGHTNING GODDESS, for coming over to visit me again the other day; bringing her awesome scrumptious bolts of gorgeous electron channels in the skies out beyond the windows of my crummy little PHA apartment, lighting up everything with unfathomable color, and beautiful fractal patterns; all CG, no ribbons. Aniwho, back to the magicians trick at the elevator. Suddenly, out of nowhere, my dirt bag nabe across from me was just there with this lady and me, only he did not get off of either our elevator, or the other one, or Ida seen it. We were standing right there, and yet, I moved a few yards, and there he was; right at the other elevator; only it never came up to the floor and opened, or if it did? So was I 'McGuire'd', AGAIN (ETTOS-MIND-HACKED)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(ELECTROMAGNETIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION AND OMISSION SYSTEM)
MIND HACK ETTOS INC.
Now, there is more to this, but remember, I am coming in at this point, so the stuff I have yet to tell you about while I was out, is still all coming. I merely want this typed so I will not be McGuire'd into forgetting again and again to tell something, that what I first open with about these nabe-scum, follows, and all pertains to music, computers, and the Dell Security Guard who was supposedly going to help me with my stuff once, and by help, I was not going to ask for a freebie, I would have handed him 50 bucks for doing maybe three hours work, and down here in Fort Ghetto Pierce, that is a prize to be taken and then run with; not ignored and spat upon, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is the son of these people, who is not supposed to come here, by order of some court or something. I do not know the story, and it's none of my stick chewing business. All I know is that he appeared literally out of nowhere like many of my POP-UP and SEND-BACK entities have done ever since this all started in this new universe for me when I awakened into it on the morning of smother ducking August 15, 1986. I never saw him before today, and I only was told of him by Debbie, my Resident Manager. He walked ahead of me until we got half way to our location at the end area of the hallway, or almost, as there is one more unit on his south side, and opposite of that on my side is the stairwell. He then stopped and waved me to go around him, and I did, but he then walked on, and into the apartment across from me, as I already instinctively knew that he would. This is not psychic power. It is from living through 27 years of this plucking horse slit now, since 08/15/86. You go through enough of this dirt bag WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE bullslit, and you will become super trucking sensitized to all of their little annoying tricks, and stupid “MY” parlor games!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So chop off my head, make me go dead, and TAKE ONE, BREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! Or should I have said, © Office up in WASH-DOC, YO???????????????????? AHA, AHA, AHA, AHA, MMCN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! None of you have a small plucking clue how badly I want to just go full blast right now, and dang all of the fruyucking glass consequences; really telling gargantuan slit, and all that can be backed up with real verifiable grit that you can all go up and see for yourselves. Hay, trust but verify, I get that. I am all for that, and yes, I PREACH THAT; so when I do tell you something, I will want you to verify it all, and I will provide you with the reliable sources of information so you indeed can go and check it out, without leaving the comfort of your high teck new universe, smart device, whatever it may be. Do it from your little glass phone in the shkit stall of a public washroom, for all I give a mitt huffing heck, YO! Any-ha, moving this still onward, let us go back into time now, in this 'STM illusion' of course, and begin with my walking out of the apartment door early this afternoon, good folks. I went to another library where I was told to go, and was treated shabby, and left within one minute. They even hassled me for having a flucking lolly pop in my mouth. Hay, maybe it's going to explode, Mister Ridge, SHEEEEEEEEEEOOOOT. If you are out here Mizz Marge Leo, please, please, cut me a fruyucking break, will-ya????????????????
Before I forget to tell you, that night when I was trying to talk to the Dell Computer guard who sits at the desk on the ground floor of this PHA Building, who had nothing to do and is very busy all at the same time and maybe lost the love of his life as well; an inside joke between the Copyright Office and myself, if anyone there was there in 1980, that is; but that glitch across the hall from me, sneaked around, and I did tell you that much, she always snuck a peak to see if I was going down the hall, and I am quite sure she then called the guy as a double warning, as we have video surveillance on all floors, but when I came back up to my floor, after he was not there for the fourth time on his shift, as he should have been; when I got off the elevator; that glitch was right there in the elevator lobby area, around just shy of 2 AM. I said 'hi' to be polite, and she snubbed me. She has never ever said one thing to me, so from now on, I will never speak to that trucking witch again. Even the guy there acts human. This is all when you put it all plucking together, why I got so paranoid. I am sure that the DELL guy was in phone communication with her, and when she saw I came back off the elevator and went back into my unit, she could call him again to give him the all clear, so he could resume his place at the security desk. I would bet 5,000 frucking dollars double or nothing, anytime on that; with anyone. I would have 10 grand out of that deal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!-ha. I was not helped one bit at the other library, and am planning to write a letter of complaint to the county about their rotten library service here, comparing it to the great wonderful flucking services provided in contrast, to the library systems of South New Jersey in several counties. This county library system totally SUCKS STICK, and I am entitled to my opinion, and I hope the authorities read this, and you too, my friend, Sheriff Ken Mascara. I should have every bit as much of a right to post up this song to the Youtube, as children have in elementary frucking school. But I do not, since nobody will show me the exact way to make music files, and how to upload them properly. All I am able to do is blog, e-mail, do searches, and cut and paste stuff. That is it. I can only do what I have been ducking shown, no more and no less. As I speak, my computer just got frucking hacked at 09:43 PM, Sheriff and AG Bondi. I'm not smother trucking imagining this illegal ducking runt slapping persecution, and violation of my CIVIL AND HUMAN AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyone who can read this slit, ever since I figured out who has been doing this my entire life, after about two and a half years into my blogging career, and cannot see that she is somehow behind all this, is ignorant, blind, or one of the Illuminati infiltrates. This Earthly waking world doppelganger equivalent of the ASTRAL-PLANE LAMBRIGG CULT OF WOUSTERN TECKBAY, at Province Olympia, is the most evil and dangerous group of sick twisted other cluckers in the known observable multiverse, (Many songs), as in universe, for single verse or single song. These many universes or songs vibrate, and friends of Ed Himacane Lynch know this, and have some really cool grit going on. I saw you dudes on the H-2 and the Science channels, you go GD. I would say you guys rock, but if I have to tell you that, something is wrong someplace, huh Donna Adrian Gaines???????????????????????
Nothing worked today. Everything I tried to do frucked up, except for getting some Publix ice cream on a nice BOGO sale, 20 for the price of 10, and also buying some frozen dinners. I tried getting some after season Easter candy at the local plucking 'Suddenly I see/hear' WM, and they were all out of it. It would have been three quarters off, & it went fast undoubtedly at that steal-deal. I ran into an ex-coworker from the Harvest, at the parking lot of the library. We exchanged a quick hello. She was a cashier there along with Trinidad and me, well, Trinidad would do the bagging work, I stayed busy in the coolers or stocking the shelves. Still, I got that wild phone call from the County Jail, and I don't know a soul down here; but they all plucking stunt know me; Camden County Prosecutor Ron Wirtz Senior, and Florida AG Pam Bondi. 'Halloween' to you too, and you all scare me from here to Callio Ripoff Waltercowards of Botbarville!!!!!!!!!!!! What, did you think I wrote music about all of that too, lame brains? Unreal, folks. Still, Lenny Briscoe, my stories come out true, and tell Tracy Ullman I said so, and for that matter, lovely dish Stacey Lattisaw 2. Am I talking LOUDLY enough, lovely Ingrid?????????????? 29 years have come and gone, AT&T, and 30 since the Annoyance Caller Bureau trapped my line, and did not want to mess around with Mork and Mindy, or hurricanes and Himacane's, WHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! M-S-C thinks you're a has-been, maybe you need to make up a cool new two syllable alien word, or try speaking some of them while frenching on lovely Mindy, AHA AHA AHA AHA, BREEEEEEEEE. Folks, I am now up here more than a solid decade in the goddang future, on the final and 29th day in February, of the year of 2024; and the enemies just crashed me' computer, 4 simply trying 2 spell-correct or add 2 the spellchecker dictionary, that 3 initialed item above, that is now simply gonna' B hyphenated into the 3 letter grouping of, 'M-S-C'. As 4-Y-I am up in the reflected antimatter spaces of approximately 63 trillion miles distance from this Earth-Planet, that is entirely me' own bizz 4 right goddessdog now, YO great folks scanning back, via TPB-space colonies blasted out someday from here, and tuning in on the GALANET SYSTEM!!!!!!!!!! I'll just add in, WHAAAAAAAAAABIT FWUDDDDDDDDDDD
Saturday, April 20, 2013
MORIANITY PART V, CHAPTER L, KING NEBNOOSHOO BLOGS
2:30 AM-EDST, 18 APRIL, 2013, THURSDAY MORNING
If Shakespeare was correct even slightly, about the entire world being a stage, and us being the actors in a play here, and I know that he was told this by the gods in some form of slightly off of normal mind awareness state, be it a dream or meditation, or whatever; then we all have been given a roll to play, a four dimensional script to act out our part in an interactive menu various choices way, and so on and so forth. We do not bring this to surface waking mental level as we go through our waking times and live our parts in this Shakespeare play arena, but we play our parts nonetheless. Just as we breath in and out, with rarely any conscious attention ever paid to it. Same exact thing folks. Before anyone totally judges claims made in the Morianity teachings, you need to read all of the books ever written by one of the great nineties new age guru founding fathers, Carlos Castaneda. Then we can talk again and when I tell of a lot of stuff such as the Lambrigg Cult all meeting on this physical realm without knowing or remembering each other, merely being subconsciously driven to join the EW group, and all eventually and gradually carry out the great new age mind control, spoken of by me in my 1986 “Real Good Girl” music project that I copyrighted. You can see this as the title to a group of songs and matching the LOC catalog of my songs for 1986, in the blog's enclosed list that I CAP in. Rather than go on and on and really say next to nothing for most readers at their dimly lit stage of awareness levels, let me try cutting to the chase. We have an existence of our truer self-entity, on the Astral-Plane, or the spirit world. This entity self or 'soul', is way to large and complicated, for any one universe to contain it; so it breaks up into countless amounts of various ones, where they then are all dreamed eventually, into various separate life-times, down in the fifth dimensional hyperspace. This is the vast area containing virtually limitless numbers and amounts of space-time 4-D universes, all operating on slightly different but agreeing atomic frequencies. Now I told of the towel example and how localized other nearby realities all seep together in strange ways, just as a soaking wet towel would also seep its wetness into other surrounding towels that lay around it and touch it at some point. Very soon, if harassment keeps up, I will make up real examples, showing these towels in action, and then showing my life here as well as in surrounding localized hyperspace. It is all just one big us you know, and separate parts of our 'soul' living in unlimited parallel realities, does not mean a total disconnect in the lives of our many localized doppelganger other-us's. Already my blogs show all sorts of dry towels that around the one central wet one, but only a few are getting it, and putting the 2 and the 2 properly together, and arriving at the proper 4 answer. 3.9999999 won't cut it, it may as well be 26.00029384756. Knowing what I have come to know about this topic, can be related to a lottery winning number. One number wins it. Every other number, far away if off by one digit, are all equally losing numbers, not counting the way the system operates the cash payout's for near misses, I simply mean that any wrong answer, a little or a lot wrong,. Is still equal to a wrong answer, and that there only van ever be one correct answer, to any problem mathematically. Now my trying to post up my song, a year long try now, last week, at the library in West Fort Pierce; not only failed and caused a nasty BOTBAR day for me, but also, was punished. It is just a simply little ditty about a greedy fisherman, who refuses to share his catch with a starving family, who encounters him on a fishing jetty one day, and then later, a storm blows up and knocks him off the jetty to his death, where in the after-life, as mortals see it, he is saddened to see he no longer can have any fish to eat, despite being surrounded with such an incredible abundance of it. But we all know that this is more than a song telling a cute little story. The WOMO has a vested interest, or so it would appear, to keep me blocked and unable to ever do what normal 9 year old's do every day like nothing. Some may think this is supernatural,others that I am just either crazy and think this is all happening when it is a mere delusion, don't I wish, or they figure, wow what a total retard, all he has to do is get a book on how to work the Youtube at the library, only my ducking brain is not wired to be taught without a real live instructor or teacher. So the enemy has me covertly by my thrill rocks, and the know it, and they ducking laugh at me every danglass day. It's after four now, I'm tired and need to plucking crash. Yes, this blog is hit a lot, but my Youtube channel, http://youtube/paulaking2011/ is never hit, maybe once or twice every month, one song is hit. It seems that after I took down the original postings in middle 2011 after moving in here to this PHA apartment, and doing this, it caused a strange thing to happen where nobody can get to my music, and or, they just do not have any desire to ever go and listen to it, even though the blogs would make a lot more sense of viewers would listen to the music posted, as it tells true stories that will match stuff from this blog. Do I have any answers for just what is causing this? NOPE, not even a clue, maybe ten or so wild theories, and they all together and three dollars will get me 12 shinny quarters any time at any bank. I could not help seeing how one of the two brothers who caused so much havoc back on Monday up in Boston, has a Youtube account and is only 19 years old, and has four digit hit counts on his posts, while I am lucky if my average post has had 3-6 hits, all other counts above that are my views, and or CAPPING links to blogs, as this all creates a view, and is counted. I am left top wonder why a murderer has 4 digit hits and I am getting maybe 4 on one post and 5 on another, and so forth, on an account I have had up since the 30th of December of 2010, almost two and a half years now. They stopped allowing me to blog share to blogger one day back last year in 2012, and I could go on. I know my stuff is somehow covertly being as sanctioned and blocked from stumble on views, as is possible. Many have also told me for a long time, that they gave up trying to get to my stuff from their computer, it just leads to nothingness. If I can ever prove this, I'll have a case for First Amendment Legal Issues, impeding my freedom of speech, and I don't even post major stuff such as hate core and really heavy anti-anything stuff, it is just normal music, that tells stories of my life, in small and clever ways; that is if it is listened to carefully. Hay, I am happy for those who get a million and 90 million views, but why am I getting 5? This has to be some form of a blockade, and this clearly legally is in violation of some rights that I know that I must have somewhere in this great country's constitution. You cannot watch the news one day without the anchors telling how people post something, and it virals out to a million or more hits in just days. I do not go after that amount, but why can't I get 2-6 thousand for example, who is stopping me? I do intend to hire an attorney, and see if I can indeed ever get to the bottom of it all, after-all, if this case if ever won, it would put me and my Morianity on the map, and then I could get my message out to the world, and that is all that I have ever wanted to do; as then I would have friends on my side of this nightmare fight, and folks that would all band together, to help each other against tyranny and oppression, of any and all forms and kinds, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes peeps, you get a lot of advertising windshield wiper fliers down here in good old hot Fort Pierce. I have an entire library of unread slap in my back seat, no more dominating women to boss me around and control and own my car that belongs to me. Not this pujucking grass family of trillionaries and world owners, mostly covert, some out in the open. But still, Mister Detective Briscoe, here is a slightly new twist on windshield fliers. I was only in the library two minutes tops, and was told I could not have my lollypop, and that they could not help me with my music project. I have a medical condition and do not see how a lollypop in my mouth is going to hurt their library, Sheriff Mascara, but rules are rules, sir. When I came out, a flier was on the windshield, only it was not like the others that I get for business type bullgrit of many various types. This one says, and I quote, “You better take your slitty music off the youtube, and you better not post your eighties song, or you're a dead man, glass-wipe”. I did not read it until I got to the Publix Grocery Store, as I said, normally I chuck these things unread, into the rear seat, and once a year, I take a trash bag to my car, and clean out all my junk and throw it into my dumpster. But this looked very unique, it was made of a weird paper like nothing I have ever seen, as I touch it now, it is like 5 times the thickest Bond paper I've ever seen, and I've been around offices, and seen my share of real thick Bond paper. It is paper however, it is not any thin kind of cardboard or other material, as if ten sheets of paper were carefully all glued together. What next Harry Potter? Well, I was going to take my YOUTUBE account down and now I am not. I will get that song up there if I have to commit mass plucking murder to do it, folks. Take that to the TD NO-WOW-TRUCKS 4 POOR ME BANK, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO! Yes David Roth, old pal from 1985, just what are these plucking bunt fleeting rats birds all so danglass afraid of, about our music and now that you are gone; spirits low or high, am I right, © Office, baby, baby, baby; MY music?????? I think the GEEK SQUAD will need to be called into service, and 4 now, E/T, and WOW!
Mark Wayne Mohr has made a lot of predictions in his life, that have not all come true, because of something known as HSE (Hyper-Space-Effect). This was discussed on earlier older blogs in Morianity. One thing that hyperspace effect has no control over or very little, is the situation that began for me in this universe, ever since waking up on August the fifteenth, back in 1986, into a parallel nightmare universe here, and where I absolutely know that I do not belong!!!!!!!!!!
We can get into a lot more of this later. Right now, I have a question to anyone who ever viewed a blog or listened to a note of my music? Last Friday, the stock market just about hit 15,000 POINTS, and JUST AS I TOLD YOU ALL WOULD HAPPEN. I have not followed the news in a number of days, maybe a week, as I have been way too busy with a lot of horrendous personal trucking shullbit, folks. MY QUESTION HOWEVER IS THISSSSSSSSSSSSSS: AM I REALLY THE PROPHET OF 1988 NOTHING? OR, AM I, AS MY WONDERFUL OLDER KID WOULD PUT IT SO WONDERFULLY, “The greatest fish in the whole danglass bay of 1986”???
I TOLD YOU THE DOW JONES WILL BE UP EVERY SINGLE DECADE BY ROUGHLY THE AMOUNT OF POINTS THAT CAN BE CALCULATED WITH A NINE DOLLAR FRUCKING WALMART SUDDENLY SEEING OR HEARING CALCULATOR, AND A FEW TOUCHES OF THE BUTTONS.
U Simply find the percentage since this bull rally crossed over into 4 digits in early 1983, that it increases on average, each year up through around the year 2000. This is roughly 9% per year average. Now take your little calculator and keep going whatever the market was in 2000, times 109%=. The new number is your average 2001 point value. To get the 2002 value average, you take the 2001 value average, and again hit the (X) key, then hit 109, and then the percent and the equals key. To get 2003, do the same with the 2002 price, and so on. Whatever the price average between 1983 and 2000 is, I am guessing it was 9% average increased annually, this is where you can keep plotting it. It is not going to exactly show huge peaks and huge dips over 3-5 year periods that swing out beyond the average predicted low and high for the exact year, but that is how statistical mathematical equations work.
I AM QUITE SURE THAT 15,000 x 109% AND THEN THAT TIMES 109%, AND THAT TIMES 109%; WILL PRETTY MUCH BE WHERE POINT VALUES WILL BE IN THE YEAR OF 2016, AND TO WORK IT OUT TO THE 70 YEAR BIBLE GENERATION FOR THE REESTABLISHMENT OF NATIONAL ISRAEL, just do two more times 109 percents to the above. This is where it all should end, or else Christianity is a big fat smother plucking hoax lie, not Morianity, that tells the trucking truth. I have nothing to gain with lying, but the gods do have such an agenda, and even admitted that I AM the greatest fish in the whole dang bay, back 27 years ago. Did somebody say, W-----O-----W???????????, right about now?
Let me say good night folks, things are going to be heating up real fast, real soon, LU!!!
I PROMISE, so trust me or don't trust me, at Highland and Route 130 in Cinnaminson, NJ.
Move over Mellman, Jakell, and Chevy Chase TODMO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I AM STARTING THIS BLOG AT THIRTEEN PAST ELEVEN, POST MERIDIAN, MONDAY MORNING, 14 APRIL, 2013.
A lot of loud doors have slammed since 01:17 AM this morning, when ditz-head came slamming in across from me. I have seen it worse, but it is a pain in the ass nonetheless.
I have tried to see recently, what is peaking the interest of viewers the most and the least, if of course they do not know I am trying to get a read on this, as I cannot be sure of anything anymore. Not with so many folks out of 'regular time'. Once upon a time in any real world I used to live in between 30 and 50 years ago, the recent few months of blogs would bring a larger audience than I believe to have, my guess is two dozen. I could be way off, but normally, am off no more than 50 percent in guessed situations, so that puts it between 12 and 36 readers/viewers. It is only in my opinion, but if these viewers were not 90 percent, my own M-2-F, the old people telling people thing would kick in, and the operation would grow. It has grown slightly, but nothing like it would if that was 10 percent M-2-F and 90 percent normal regulars living in 'regular' time, © Office. In addition, there is a lot more, but I will say one more thing, and it is also quite powerful when examined both thoroughly and honestly, as best as anyone can do. Not only would powerful stuff that you do not see happen every day with any blogger all being part of this MORIANITY BLOG, cause a tell to tell linear increase in my audience, but if it was closer to the 90 percent 'reals' and 10 percent M-2-F, viewers would hit on my music, and they never ever do. I told about this before, and my read count dropped to nearly nothing for a while until I shut up on this forbidden topic, and slowly went back to pretending this is not a factor in anything and blogging without any mention of this, and the counts resumed their normal weekly averages. Yes, why would M-2-F readers want to read the blogs and not listen to the music? It has nothing to do with SIR Dell Guard buttwipe down on the first floor, who turned out to be another totally worthless person, and his so called 'leacher link hacks', that he told me about some time back, were as well, kind lads and lassies out there, YO.
Is there any more to this? You bet your British Petroleum there is, good folks, 10%, 90% or any percent. If every single reader is the M-2-F, you still are my good folks. If people ignore me, my Google standing in this last biblical days of Microsoft-Antichrist ownership of all of us poor slaves to them, and a simple plot done very well if you really start to think about it, they really do need a major applause from all of us, but yes, if no one reads my blogs, the view count stays still. When folks do read them, it ticks up. Unlike the stock market, it can never go down, but in the world of Microsoft Google Antichrist, you may as well be DEAD, if you do not get good counts, and more and more views. So I watch to see what makes the counts higher and less high, based on a two most recent blog posting and the response since the first of the two is posted, for the next 60 hours, or two and one half days. I know that more than interest is involved, but am planning to shut up on that one, Shorty MacInvondi Forrest Gaincrank. But as for my Youtube activity, or lack thereof would be a much more appropriate way of saying this, only the M-2-F folks know and understand, the real true awesome power of electronically reproducing transdimensional music, in any kind of way. Let's stop playing games. This is why I know that is at least 90%-M-T-F, if not 99 or even the entire deal, all though for a while, I know for a fact that it was not 100; now I cannot be sure, with all of my few friends gone, and my family hating my guts with a passion. So for them to click on any of my YOUTUBE accounts would be tantamount to them being disloyal American agents to whatever alphabet soup they belong to. I posted up Wanna' Spend My Time in April of 2011, and instantly 20 hits that I did not in any way cause, were up there, as I did not know how to do links and shares and all of that, back then yet, and I also did not listen on Youtube, but only on my CD copy or on my W-M-P on my PC. Immediately, huge twisters of record setting levels struck the middle west. Normally, it would take more like 20,000 hits, after all, no magic is that powerful, or is it? People do not want to prove me wrong, as I know exactly how many people have clicked on my transdimensional songs, and keep an accurate count of any new link I make or any view I make. Subtracting these two effects from counts, and only a few songs are from the 'dream-worlds' so only they count by the way, and I will list them. “Love is For Carpenters”, Wanna' Spend My Time”, “Eternity With Stacey”. Out of these three tunes, only two are on Youtube. Even my song from 1996, “SARAH” that IS ON YOUTUBE, is not a transdimensional song. Translation, it was not something heard by me in a dream, or a parallel universe, Dot. So lots of folks are either 'trying to confuse the heck out of me' while enjoying every moment of it; or they only are blog readers and never listen to music on the net, other than for accepted top artists and hit songs, narrowing their music perspective in ways they won't live long enough to ever see what they missed, or it is fear and distrust; thinking that by clicking on any of my stuff will magically cause the next BIG ONE in 'Cali4nya'. No, the family has done more with their other kinds of time manipulation, than I have ever done. That movie called, 'The Big One, The Great LA Quake', right before it happened, with a family member starring in the movie, Mrs. M. Shriver Schwartz herself, now divorced, still family, right OZ-wald?????????? Folks, the power of symbology is just as inescapable as any of ISIS's threats to imprison me forever, in 1997. But peeps do love to imprison folks, that are in this family, Dawn and Ann got me for nearly a year and a half, Sarah Callio Martino trapped a great artist and myself in the Water Company grounds one day in the summer time of 2000, and in transdimensional reality, she has trapped me and locked me up in light-houses many times. I could go on, with or without triptotam meds. As for time manipulation, forget the movie and the quake, how about the lie that the world buys into that Mister Joe Kennedy made his money in bootlegged whiskey? Sure he made some money, and that was what he used to invest in the stock market, only he did not buy, he shorted the entire market, right before the great 1929 crash. Lucky guess? Well, most would say it was some kind of control, before they'd dare to entertain some, out of regular time mischief, oh my my my my; Doctor Harold Mastertapes Camping, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Folks, I could type on and on, and every and any subject such as this one is a mere door opener, and a crack at that, maybe enough to let a shadow of light in, man. And where these shadows choose to dwell when we do not see them, is also a few hundred 'Gone With The Wind', book sizes long, AHA!
I did report to the blogs, that I cannot e-mail Debbie Marotto any more. I did not say I can't go into her office on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday; if I need to. AHA, MMCN. Anyway, to repeat the music stuff, only two songs will cause some bizarre planetary surface activity if viewed enough and sent through enough electronic circuits; these two posts being, 'WANNA' SPEND MY TIME', and 'LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS'. Even the greedy fisherman song is not transdimensional. I have tape recordings of my daughter at fourteen while she was off playing lab-technician in her 'sleep', up in both 1984 and again in 1986. She is the one with incredible abilities, but then world, is this something I need to preach and arm twist to anybody? How many Mariah Carey's are there, for heaven's sake, literally? Hay, maybe others somewhere may share the two names, but that is all they'll ever share. This as we all know is the one and only MC, and so why then is all of this so incredible to believe? Give me a good answer to that, a really good one, and I will stop my blogs forever; and that is a promise, but it better be a REAL GOOD one!!!! Well, enough is enough is enough, huh BABS? She doesn't need your crummy condo, lady, as the All Mighty owns this entire multiverse, so screw you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'LL TERMINATE MY TRANSMISSION FOR NOW, GREAT PEEPS, and whatever you think of me, facts speak louder!
Okay so my memory screwed up, sue me. I'm only human Mister Cooley Pennock SIR BRUCE, YO. The first day of summer blog was several months B-4 the one with the DREAM-VISION of the PHILLIES WINNING THE 'W-S' OF 2008. SO SORRY. The blog that was done with the vision was on the final day in September of 2008, and exactly one month B-4 the Halloween Day game that was played. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. I have had many visions of the future, and that was only one of them that I chose 2 share with my blogging audience, YO great peeps of this EARTH-PLANET!!! U all know what happened in middle 1980 somewhere with the 'LOTTERY-CAT' on that bus and yes, with a strange lady who at least wasn't trying 2 goose me over and over. I may have visited me' relatives up on Guthrie Island, in NEW YORK-USA, many times as a kid and teenaged person; but I never knew the number name of the main highway, U know, DIE-DIE-DIE, huh there Sir Gawky Gaukauk, (495)!!!!!!!!!!
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, & WIPE OUT WOMEN ALL OVER THE JOINT HUH MISTER STEVE WINN SIR CHEATER AND SPEAKING OF HALLOWEEN UNFORGETTABLE NATHANIEL COLE DAYS FROM REALLY LENGTHY TIMES BACK!!!!!!!
Now this is a cleaned up and retyped copy without all of the typos, written and blogged on the first day of 2008 summer, June 21. This is just the final part of this blog, showing a major trip through time, with my son in law, who I did not even know from Jack and Jill at this time. All of this was flooding in at me, and new to me, at this time. WAYWINY, MIKE MCNULTY, OLD 1971, SEMI-PAL??????????????????
Over the weekend, I watched the huge party that Philadelphian's were all celebrating, with blimps all over, and major cheering. I was in a major interaction with strange persons, a tall thin well muscled young black male, about age 25; and we had been traveling to Boston, MAUSAESMWG together; and were put up in a very weird and bizarre hotel overnight. He had some good friends that were on the New York Knicks Basketball team, that were gonna' help me in some way, in proving my horrific and monstrous dilemma and plight. It was so real that I could feel the raw cold in the room towards late October, and then the manager of the hotel turned up the heat. A strange clock, and a strange telephone in the room, that we had been placed in; had a strange interaction with each other. Someday, I will tell the entire long and wild story, and include the strange road on the wild ride home, only not 2 any home or place that makes any sense now 2 my waking world brain and memory system. But the raw cold and the nice heat were more real and tangible than any feeling of temperature on body or skin in the waking world. Then I observed the blimps that were over the Delaware River and were all written with things such as 'Phillies 2008 World Series Champions'. This was a wild and far out “DREAM” pal.
YEAH, SOME 'DREAM' PAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A TIME TRIP 31 DAYS INTO THE FUTURE, AND HALLOWEEN DAY 2 BOOT!
I TOLD YOU ALL THAT THE STOCK MARKET WOULD REACH ALL TIME RECORD FLUCKING HIGHS, AND IT ALREADY IS ON THE WAY TOWARDS THE 15,000 LEVEL AS I SAID IT WOULD BE. I ALSO HAVE ONE MORE THING TO SAY. THE ATTORNEY GENERAL WILL NOT ALLOW YOU RATS BIRDS TO OTHER PLUCKING MURDER ME, AND ALSO,
I DEMAND MY DUCKING PROPS.
CALLING ALL WONDERFUL 5th DIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE DAUGHTERS:
HELP ME PEE, YOU WILL BE OUT OF HERE BY THE END OF MARCH, and now it is 16 April. Pees birth in a parallel universe was on March 29, 1997, and it never happened here!!!!!!
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