From Atlantic City to Fort Pierce is a Journey Much Further Than the Mileage That Would Appear on Any Google Mapping Connections, at Least 4 the PPNR Mister Mountainpen, Chapter 10
***Friday, October 25, 2024, at half past 7 AM***
Here is the shkituation now, Inspector Henderson, Superman-Kent, and Mobster-Louidgee: I am under a death assault that is naught gonna' B stopping any mother ******* time real soon, IF GODDESSDAGGIT EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SAT. All early morning long now, it has been a major nasty rotten extremely early day AERIAL SIEGE, and I will B playing AERIAL DEATH ATTACK ROULETTE NUMBERS SHORTLY, AS WELL AS BOTCON AND TRUMP NUMBERS (0-00-23-27-21-5-10-15-20-25-30-35) ON ME' FUTHERMUCKING 'A2R2023' ROULETTE SYSTEM OF HYPOTHETICAL GAMING. Right now doing this blog is way more important, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The MACYTRUMPS GANG as well as the goddessdaggit WOMO-SPACEFORCE simply do naught want me in communications with the ASTRAL PLANE GODDESS, DIANA ARTEEMIS, or the PHENOMENON HERE ON THIS EARTH-PLANET THAT MORTAL PEEPS (US) ALL SIMPLY REFER 2 AS (LIGHTNING)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is just as futhermucking simple as THAT, GREAT OLE' LADS & LASSIES, AND GREAT FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION OUT THERE; AND IT SHOCKS ME, THAT ABSOLUTELY NAUGHT EVEN ONE OF U GREAT WONDERFUL AGENTS, R NOT DESIROUS OF KNOWING THE REAL TRUTHS BEING KEPT BACK FROM ALL OF US, SINCE THE TIMES OF THOSE DARK MIDDLE AGES, AND THE 'RENAISSANCE' TIMES; REGARDING THE ASTRAL PLANE OR (SPIRIT WORLD), AND THEIR ENDLESS VISITATIONS HERE, OR THOSE TOP 2 ENERGETIC LEVEL BEINGS (COINS AND COILS), AKA THE UFO PHENOMENON, HERE TODAY, & 4 NEARLY A CENTURY NOW. It may all B scoffed at in the mainstream today, but that is only because those whom have total control over the rest of us in a very unfair and unpleasant way, cause this 2 indeed B just this way, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ever since 5 this morning, and long B-4 daylight; I am being awakened 2 ILLEGAL CRASH LEVEL AERIAL WSMT SPAMMENIES AND THEIR VICIOUS 40 YEARS OF ENDLESS AIR DEATH ASSAULTS ON THIS INNOCENT CITIZEN OF THESE GREAT GODDESSDOG UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, ONE MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR, AND AKA (ME)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But while this was all 'GJSD', or 'happening', in powerful DREAMS; I was being cleverly interrogated, by these same WSMT-SPAMMENIES, and asked whole lot of questions; just as if I was there, right here in me' waking life, so in other words then; this situation occurring around me, is indeed so extremely futhermucking powerful, that it has a major 99-100 percent TOWEL SEEPAGE EFFECT many times, or 4 short, a powerfully surreal, and totally unfathomable 'TOSE'. I observed this deal, since somewhere in the middle 1990's times, with my nightmare-hell-situation, that is shortened and abbreviated into my 'N-H-S' many times, in this Morianity Project of 1995, and beginning with the Morianity Bible, at the tail end in 1994; along with some of the musical pieces from the also in 1994 written by me book, called, 'THE PERMISSION BARRIER'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Things R beyond dangerous 4 me right now, and whatever the outcome in just a handful of days with the PRESIDENTIAL FRACKING ELECTIONS, my life is most likely in extreme danger from this monster demon in a coat of flesh, MISTER DONALD JOHN TRUMP, and I am indeed planning a quick get away exit, if need B, and maybe I will B BRUTALLY MURDERED B-4-I AM ABLE 2 MAKE MY ESCAPE; HUH THERE PINK GODDESS SKY-LALALALALALA OF 1997??????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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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 THIS ENTIRE OCTOBER MONTH IN 2024, AND ON THIS OCTOBER 25th DAY, WITH OFF THE SCALES SKY ASSAULTS OF LOUD CRASH LEVEL CONSTANT AIRPLANES, AND MAJOR PROPERTY DAMAGE AND BROKEN ITEMS, AND ENDLESS ELECTRONIC AND UTILITY DEATH STRIKES (EUDA), AND HACKS ON MY COMPUTER, AND MY ROKU-TELEVISION SET, 4-2 WEEKS NOW; AND CAUSING ME ENDLESS PERSECUTION MISERIES, THAT R ALSO LEADING 2 MY SOON EVENTUAL SUICIDE; AND ALL OTHER CONCEIVABLE HELLISHNESS THAT THESE MONSTERS HAVE BEEN PERPETRATING UPON ME SINCE THIS ALL BEGAN, AND THAT FIT EXACT PERFECT PATTERNS WITHOUT FAIL, AND R DONE WITH SOME AGENDA AND MOTIVE, THAT ENDLESSLY BLESSES THEM AND THEIR LIVES AND THEIR GOALS; AND WHICH IS ALL DIRECTLY A PART OF THE ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULT ON ME, THAT BEGAN ON THE EXACT DATE OF THE MORNING OF 15 AUGUST, IN THE YEAR OF 1986; and on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
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.
An updated Morianity Secrets Thermometer Scale needs 2-B posted, FBI; so here it goddessdog is, YO!!!!!
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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:
U cannot shame these WOMO-SPACEFORCE-WSMT-SUBSCUMMITES OF BRIGGBASE-DOGTOWN-PURGATORY, they cannot B shamed!!!
BLOG 53 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN
SUB-TITLE:
''GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS''
CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3
IT'S VERY 'FFFFFFFFFFFFFFF^^^^^G HOT'. I have door slammers this afternoon. I have roaches all the time, and sometimes I get mice and rats, too. My medical insurance, as always, gets clucked up, and I was temporarily switched from my regular PCP doctor, and when I tried to get a meds refill; things got totally screwed up. Hopefully the situation has been rectified after calling my health provider peeps. Still, as the lady who works there told me, this shouldn't have happened to you, not a quote, but indeed, a paraphrase, and a very close one. But then, I get this all my life, and Morians know this, and so do Blogaudians. Before I go on crying, moaning, bellyaching, and bitching; here is the Fort Pierce, Florida, USA, weather report; lads and lassies!
Here is the weather in my lovely awesome wonderful hot-hell FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY, IN THIS PARTICULAR UNIVERSE OF 5TH DIMENSIONAL HYPERSPACE:
82--DEGREES FNHT.
60%--RELATIVE HUMIDITY
85--D-F-HEAT INDEX
WIND--ESE AT 14, WITH GUSTS TO 21 MPH.
TOTAL RAINFALL TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES IS
0005.
TODAY'S FORECAST HIGH IN TOWN IS 90.
HIGH AND LOW FORECAST FOR WEDNESDAY THROUGH FRIDAY IS:
H-84, L-68.
IT IS PARTLY SUNNY HERE.
As many of you know, I have a busted air conditioning system that they won't replace because it seems to work when they come to look at it, and then it does not work after they leave. The old Tony Orlando and not Dawn King syndrome, of phonograph records containing mysterious E. J. Korvette Store powers, of Halloween and Patty's witchcraft. It works enough so that I am not in an oven, but still, my rent plus the other 70% paid by the government to these Public Housing Owners, pays for me to have relative climate comfort in here, and I DO NOT! Like anyone could care less about Senior-Abuse; huh SHERIFF KEN J. MASCARA, SIR???????????????
Well, I am the biggest sass mole in the entire world, if I think that OCTOBER won't be filled with all sorts of NASTY political and non-political SURPRISES, my kind folks. Yes, I am able to adjust my program that bleeps out bad words with the asterisk symbol, in degrees of sensitivity. However, playing with it and lightening it, occasionally will cause cut and paste jobs to skip over some extremely unpleasant words. My sincerest apologies for that the other day. When I turn up the degree to maximum, we get ***hole, when I type in the red highlighted word above. But now, I am up here in 2 more presidential election cycles, pasting in an old blog in 2024, 2 further prove 2 the awesome FBI, how this pattern of endless perfectly timed PROPERTY-DAMAGE, is an unrelenting item done 2 me, by DEEJAY TRUMP's evil DIRT BAG SKUZ SUCKING 'WOMO Spaceforce'!!!!!!!!!
Yes, hopefully it is not asking too goddang much to get my air conditioning working again, and my medical ******* bull**** straightened out, so that I can order my necessary mother ******* medications. BUTTTTTTTT, we all know that with me, everything is asking too much!!!!!!!!!!! As the goddang Christians have told me all my life, ''all I deserve is death and hell''. And then they wonder why not all of us want to hang around in their mother ******* churches, and with their followings. WEEEEEEEEEE!!!! I will say that I know I'm the darn and the damned Chosen Huntington. Even the coded language of Redfield's Synchronicity bears it out. After-all, look at the letters. “C” CHOSEN. “H” HUNTINGTON. “UR” YOU ARE.
C-H-U-R-C-H
Yes I am the Chosen Huntington, and even the mother ******* CHURCH symbolism bears that out. 'OH WELL', as Ann King would say it so dang perfectly, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I try not to get involved on my Blogs Of Mountainpen (BOM) and MORIANITY, with current events, and all the daily horse **** that goes on around us; but from time to time, I need to say a few things. I mentioned the Robertson-Zimmerman Cornerstone Syndrome, or the (RZCS), and a few other things that will all tie into some really hot major junk as we progress along; and then when I feel that I must discuss things that do not appear to connect, I DO. This is because if it is inside my head, then there is a connection. Remember how I talked about the inner-workings of 'metaphysics'? My mind went literally all over the place, and ended up thinking about the various jobs that I had worked up in Camden, New Jersey while back in my twenties. Then it popped suddenly into my head when I was with those two great doctors, and while I was employed as a custodian (janitor in 1982), at the Institute for Medical Research. I listened the other day to a very interesting speaker who appeared on the Public Broadcasting Network, discussing the quantum worlds. Of course, pure scientists rarely believe the things spoken about in Morianity, but that is because they did not experience what I have, in Purgatory, and for whatever the reason, was able to retain the memories of it back in human-waking physical life. Hey, I am not trying to rip off Kiefer Sutherland and Kevin Bacon and Julia Roberts; but there really are strange truths in all of this, and they, although the entire thing was fictional; had a marvelous little idea in that fantastic “Flatliners” movie, from the early nineteen-nineties.
Why did Patty teach me the 'NEO-HO'-CHANT and for that matter, why did she show me lots of wild supernatural things, and what was so important with her obsession of speaking to those who have 'moved on'? Also, why did she want me to get my hands on the FASCITAR knowledge, and why do it so secretly, unlike the other times when she so freely talked with me, both in person as well as over the phone, in length, about special vegetable oil potions as well as other so-called 'magical-ingredients? Well folks, maybe I need to open some **** up by examining a lot of other stuff, such as another Cooley Hall teacher that I did not have but knew and spoke with, by the name of Mister Ciprionni. I may be spelling the mans name correctly or maybe not, sorry if I am not. Also, a fellow student by the name of John Zane fits into all of this, and there are others, students and teachers, and for that matter, even some 'student-teachers' from local colleges who came to work on their teaching degrees by gaining experience with special educational procedures and ops. Let me begin something that shouldn't cross over any RED-LINE forbidden and punishable stuff, yet will indeed enlighten the Morianity-Blogs and my Blogaudians quite a lot, on many various things that before this, have only been touched on a tiny bit; from Justine the cat, to me being so stupid in the summer time of 1980, and telling a dangerous wild record promoter of the musical industry; just a wee bit too much information, that got a great man killed. Yes, even folks in the 'ESS' can be killed. No one is above being tapped on the shoulder by Mister Mortimer Mortino, IPYT (I Promise You That). This friend of 'Count Von Lennon Marcucciess', a Mister Ciprionni, was in the classroom one day, right after I had received a very powerful and unpleasant punch in my right arm, by a student by the name of Scott Frazier. This is why I remember this day so well. The bruise that this powerful teenager left on my arm resembled a small apple that was not fully ripe. After Scott walked out of the room and the punch had landed, I was the only student left in the room during lunch-break that day, and in walked Mister Ciprionni, to speak to the great Mister Marcucci. I had written a short story as an assignment, and the two teachers were discussing how I seemed to know things about the sixties movement that I should be too young to fully appreciate or know. Now I had not yet been given the great Fascitar, but I had been with Patty, and I knew her, and biblically; but she had not in any way told me anything. However, a few days ago from this day in class, I fell asleep; and awoke on a beach. I was with a young girl who was about ten years old, and I was wearing around my neck, a very heavy motorcycle chain, given to me by a man who I fully believe now although I have no court level proof to sustain my suspicions, to be a CIA-AGENT, named John Henningsen. This chain was vey special, and there are powerful stories connected to it. John told me it came from the mountain people up in the highlands of Guatemala. Later on maybe within two years from this time, I learned from watching a fantastic medical show on television, called Medical Center, staring Chad Everett and James Daily, that indeed, these people are known locally as the 'powerful people'. I did not fully grasp lots of these things when MORIANITY was beginning on the internet as the Blogs Of Mountainpen, when I discussed Mister Realtor Scott Ransom telling me about how “Very powerful people are disgruntled with me”. Anyway, back on point, this was about a week after this powerful dream about SARAH on the beach and how this dream was in two parts, first when she was about age ten, and then jumping suddenly to four years later when she was the current age that she would be, about fourteen, back in 1969, in Atlantic City. I never told all of the story about Mister Ciprionni, but he asked me after he read my assignment story, a question about a sound that I told I had heard. This sound was inside this “CHAIN-DREAM”. It was the now worldly famous OHM sound. Back then, it was known only by guru mystic type of persons, the seers and the psychic card readers, and along these lines. All through this incredible dreaming interaction, was that wild OHM-SOUND. All the way to the very end of the dreaming interaction, there it was. I told Mister Ciprionni and Mister Marcucci the entire dream, and the assignment was about this dream, and was going to be the beginning of an original Morianity Blog of a sort. It was to be called, “THE BOOK OF BEACH”. Jane Sleazeweeds Diseasefleas just ******* got me, with page eleven of eleven, so allow me to compensate quickly with my fives counterstrike, before finishing up this story here, kind folks, YO!
AND NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHPT. 10
10:47 POST MERIDIAN
TUESDAY EVENING
12 NOVEMBER, 2019
FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 12, 2019
CURRENT PHASE IS: FULL MOON
N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.
THE WEATHER IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA:
DATE----------------TIME------------
TEMPERATURE:----
HEAT INDEX FEELS LIKE TEMP:----
HUMIDITY:----
WINDS:----
PREDICTED HIGH:----
SKY CONDITIONS PRESENTLY:----
RAIN CHANCES TODAY:----
MOUNTAINPEN'S BLOG STATS UPDATE:
Nov 2, 2019 6:00 PM – Nov 9, 2019 5:00 PM
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Yes world, we all love FIREFOX, or most of us do, and count me in as one of those 'MOSTS'. Still, even Firefox as you know, GOT HACKED by these monstrous rotten evil HALLS FAWCES. 'SOOOOOOOOOOOO' Mister Arthur Crane; “what's to do”, to quote the Latengrate Actor, Mister Jack Klugman???????????????????????????????
Live weather camera images from:
Imagine Charter ES N-A-U, Port Saint Lucie, FL 34953
I WEELWEE HOPE THAT YOU ALL ENJOYED READING MORIANITY's PRESENT CHAPTER 000010 OF “AND NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW”, AND PLEASE BELIEVERS AND L-4 FOLKS, TRY AND HAVE YOURSELVES A VELY VELY NICE DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now it is still Ch. 10, but in a future blog-book from far out into the antimatter spaces of the year of 2024!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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These R the old New Jersey originals, YO!
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WHAT BUMS!
THEY HACKED OUT MY MOTHER FRACKING LEGALLY PAID FOR PHOTOBUCKET-PHOTO FOR A THIRD TIME NOW!!!!!!!!!
HE KNEW IT IN 1965 AND IN 1986, HUH SAL?
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Week ending Tuesday afternoon: 11-12-2019
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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Do I have a ton of back up plans in all of me 4 pockets, and a few more locked away in the safe? U can all go and bet your smother fracking bippy on it, (British Petroleum) when all spelled out and naught abbreviated, lovely Mizz 1983 AT&T Blake, of the 'phone company'. Gee willagars whiz-fizz!!!!
END TRANSMISSION.
I told on early blogs during the first two years of the BOM, in 2006 and 2007, all about my organizational Big-Brother, Mister John Henningsen from Colorado, who I came to believe in my late forties after much meditation and cogitation on many things from my past as a boy; was indeed an AGENT from somewhere in the FEEBS alphabet soup agency system. Then as the blogs went from 2007 into 2008, we all remember the wild PIPE REPAIRMAN-GASME GAMES EXPERT from out of another wild 'nightmare' that was all fully told and blogged about, and then along came that great CBS-NETWORK-TV SHOW called, “The Mentalist”, and this dude Sir Patrick Jane, was the precise person from my wild nightmare, that I had nearly a half year or more before their TV-SHOW ever was created, or aired; and WE ALL KNOW THESE THINGS, and it can be TOTALLY PROVEN AND VERIFIED by time and date stamps, and other official internet shullbit! Let us now take the word 'CHAIN', since he gave me this wild motorcycle chain one day for absolutely no logical or discernibly rational reason. If we take the Federal Agency called the Central Intelligence Agency, and abbreviate it into the (CIA), while viewing the word “CHAIN”, just what is the LETTER 'C', then the letter 'A', and then the LETTER 'I'? The letter 'C' is the 1st letter in the CHAIN-WORD. The letter 'A' is the 3rd letter in the CHAIN-WORD. The letter 'I' is the 4th letter in the CHAIN-WORD. This of course is number 134 when we string it together, or if we let it come out in its natural order in the CHAIN-WORD, it is number 143. OH THOSE TWEETING ROBINS!
So just why did John from COLOR-RED-JOHN TV-SHOW-MENTALIST PIPES GAMES GASME EXPERT NIGHTMARES OF 2007, really give me that great chain that shortly thereafter, the mighty awesome PINK GODDESS SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE stole from me, in a dream, and similar to the way it was stolen from that same wild hyperspace closet in 2007; 38 years in the future from the first time that it happened to me in that wild December of 1969 dream, followed by that WILD SKY MESSAGE CHEMTRAIL, YO????? Well, first let us examine how John would take me several times, to a really wild place on City line Avenue in Philadelphia, right across the street from those many Philadelphia television studios. This place was a very weird place for a corporate executive office suite; at least in those days, and in my humble opinion (IMHO). It had the very same magical 2-WAY mirror system and room, that we all enjoy watching being used by the police detectives, on that greatest LAW TELEVISION SHOW EVER, called, “L&O” that even went onto surpass PERRY MASON, again, IMHO aniwho, yo! But why did they have this weird interrogation magic mirror system in a Campbell's Soup Executive Office Suite? For that matter, why within a year or so after his return to Colorado, did I end up in Dave Smith's class at COOLEY HALL where another magic mirror was placed in-between his classroom, and the shrink's office next to it, Mister Jim Garrigan? Why did I have two magic-mirrors in my life, or let me ask this one instead? How many of you, AS A YOUNG TEEN, HAD TWO OF THESE MIRRORS DIRECTLY IN YOUR LIFE?????????? So let us move this on even still further; shall we peeps out here, as well as me' marvelous and wonderful and great fantastically and sensational BLOGAUDIANS???????? Christ Almighty, even my awesome daughter doesn't have this many wild mirrors or reflections to sing about, or does she? We can always do a James Rockford Garner Maverick, and get back to thissssssssssssss, and with or without lots of loose or busted out teeth, yo yo yo yo BREEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Someone does NAUT like this blog, as I am getting crash and low level private airplanes flying outside of me' winder, at 24 minutes past midnight; and this death air assault has gone on around me now SHERIFF, ALL DANG DUCKING STUNT DAY LONG; SINCE I WENT TO MY DOCTOR AT 1:30 yesterday afternoon!!!! You can expect Magnesonic to cause some real nasty HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE aerial disasters and crashes for this MAJOR PLUCKING GAS PERSECUTION, AND ELDER ABUSE, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When
I was living at 134 Norris Avenue of the garage-kicking
days
of Atco, NJUSAESMWG; I went to a medical eye appointment, to my
doctor, Doctor M. Morse Michaels, of Narberth, PENNSYLVANIA. His
office was just down the way a wee
bit from naut only the lovely shamrocks maitees,
but also from my Aunt
and Uncle's
house, at 1208
Greentree Lane,
and also in Narberth, PENNSYLVANIA,
USAESMWG. While
I was out being fitted for contact lenses by this
doctor, who practiced something that then was known as
Orthokeratology;
the CIA or the FBI, got
a FISA
WARRANT,
and tapped my telephone. How do I know this tap was on my line,
Sheriff, you may ask me sir? Well, because
I had equipment that allowed me to know this, and even hear them
setting up the tap,
and guess what? I may have even sent this as
a phony-accidental flip side on one of my musical projects,
to the U.S.
Copyright © Office.
I may not have, and don't remember for sure, one way or the other.
But I had tapes on my LIFE-JOURNAL called PHONE-PROGRAM
CASSETTE #'s,
and I do not remember the number now, but guess it was in the
thirties, as Atco was about 55 tapes long, and was ONLY telephone
conversations, and
no actual
journal speaking
was done off-phone,
as came to be the norm as the years went by and my journals continued
onward. I heard these two clucking FEEB-DUDES
calling my blue
car a “NUNGEN”
whatever a trucking “nungen”
is; and I heard the entire tap work go DownloaderChrome, and GO DOWN;
oh wonderful great all-knowing terrific SIR MICROSUCKS HELLWRECKER
SPELLCHECKER YO YO YO YO!!!! So 'WEEEEEEEEEE'
and also 'WEEDEEKAWUSS',
huh beautiful KP?
But me', pernt Mister Bunkerqueens, is just merely
thisssssssssssssss:
134 Norris Avenue in Atco, was naut only where I was chocked to death
by mysterious FAWCES, that to this day are completely unknown; but
it also is where this FEDERAL AGENCY began tapping my telephone, when
I was naut a spy nor was I breaking any laws. If I was or had been, I
would have been prosecuted, WOULD I NAUT,
MIZZ LOVELY AT&T BLAKE,
YO? Think about that for a second folks, and SHERIFF! Hey, maybe the
brother trucking CIA wanted me to be in touch with these FALLS
FAWCES, I mean think about it for a second, yo! First, there was the
incident where AGENT
JOHN
gave
me this chain that seemed to attract the Almighty Pink-Goddess
to me
in the first place, and then comes the tapping of my phone, while I
lived in CHAIN-134. Please understand this one too peeps. CHAIN
and CHOKE
begin with the same CHOSEN-HUNTINGTON-CHURCH
'CHCHCHCH'
SOUND, am I wrong here, or am I 'WROOOOOOONG',
to quote that lovely shampoo commercial girl from 1980, on the
television?????????? Hey for all I know there are zillions of code
words used by the FEEBS, and nungen might just stand for an old ugly
clunker car, as that surely would have been the case, as they
mentioned my old blue car, and called it “That
blue nungen”!
WOW to that one!!!!!!! WOW-WOW-WOW-& WOW!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, & WEEEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEEKAWUSS!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, & WEEEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEEKAWUSS!!!!!!!!
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