SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0222

SAFE
JOURNAL, CHATER 0222

7:09
PM, MONDAY, AUGUST 29TH, 2011

BLOG
BEGINS:

 

 

WELCOME
TO THE NIGHTMARES OF CLYDE LINTON KLINE. David Roth, if he had not
been murdered by Mister Schau from Northeast Drake Towers Philly,
Pennsylvania, for the life insurance money; would also add a few cute
and clever words into this mix. He would add, also, to the world of
LIGHTNING GODDESSES, BOTBARS, AND JITBAGS, very fitting, very
apropos, and quite bold and audacious as well. On this partly cloudy
night, just a bit shy of sunset, here in hot Fort Pierce, Florida,
USAESMWG; let me tell the world and any loyal Morians some real
powerful stuff that is going to be difficult to argue with me on, all
though so many will of course, endlessly try, since the
HUNTINGTON-KLINE CURSE is always in full effect, and is totally
responsible for all of these situations that thereby will endlessly
lay far out beyond my control, or the heart of rock and roll
copyrighted Clyde, keeping things in the new fashion, and bringing me
to this powerful next paragraph, that proves me right, MISSES MAROLA
OF 1969, and all the rest of you endlessly wrong. Oh the days of
Misses Stoemeyer above me, blaring out her opera records at all hours
of the night, only my poor mom had to listen, as my bedroom faced the
corner leaving an entire room in-between me and this loud loveliness,
back in 1967, oh yes sir, the next time you come over here,
PATTERSON, “I’LL BE DEAD”, not exactly PC in this century, but
then, that was that century, and even better still, THAT-BOY did not
have to witness this horror show, dear sweet departed darling mommy,
YO!!!!!!!! And then along came 300 years, and WORLD LABS, gee, golly
gash, darn federal men of 1988, and 1966 who thanks to my wonderful
old fart father, sorry Frank asshole Lombardo, for my lack of family
respect, duh, but oh the wanderlust called him long before it ever
called you, oh great disco diva of yesteryear!!

 

Only
a few will understand all of this, and that is all fine and well, as
I will be shortly packing up, and leaving for Mexico. No one believed
my blogs in the autumn of 2008 when I said I am doing a Harry Callas
Home Run from New Jersey, and I really do not care in the slightest,
who believes or refuses to believe me now. One thing I have earned,
is that when no feelings are involved whatsoever, no problem.
Striking a bad tooth without the proper application of Novocain
however, and a child can see the knee-jerk reactions that life has
always demonstrated. This is why this great Queen of Dance of the pre
1980 circa, felt the need to do that project with that name, it also
is why I get yelled at so often, by so many peeps. In addition, it
leads me to realize that Paula and McKinnon may have issues with me,
as my daughter remains either one of two things, mysteriously silent
or very complementary. When, as my mother always said since I was
knee high to a turtle, despite the LAW AND ORDER  dribble that is
heard on television, a person feels badly, the normal reaction is
attack. This tells me that some other peeps or force, put Tom Reale
up to doing that dastardly deed to me, back in 1970, and all the
other things that I simply will not bother to talk on and on about
and waste your time and my time, folks. In any event, poor old Clyde
Kline knew back on Saturday night, that THE DOW JONES STOCK MARKET
WOIULD FLY ON MONDAY, after the pre mentioned incident, and who
knows, maybe certain peeps have money invested, hence a motive for
things, I cannot make that judgment call, nor do I, I said and before
it is taken out of contest by any ill tempered folks anywhere, “WHO
KNOWS”?I would not want to bet a weeks pay either way, but I’d put
up maybe five bucks. After-all, I have never underestimated certain
peeps or situations, well, Clyde Kline hasn’t anyway, but let us talk
about Clyde kline, and August 2010 and August 2011, as if some
precision Swiss time piece machinery isn’t somehow running this
entire show, and it is, from and on, THE SIXTH DIMENSION, as Clyde
Kline always made claim to, but then, with or without university
degrees and great knowledge or wisdom, or any Brigham Young peeps or
unmentionable others; there was a dude who came from the great
distant stars who sold me an old Cadillac, when I was dreaming it was
the year of 1977, well, when poor pathetic twisted screwed up Clyde
Kline was. Yes skate key man, you did teach me how to properly spell
the word, “Professional”, but how did you sleep through
Stroemyer’s music all night long, in the “D” apartment above you?
Then there is Deegan, Johnson, and the great Lillian Craig, we need
not even start to touch any of that tonight, or Clyde does not, as
now, let us talk about the way my blogs are being interfered with,
almost in perfect calendrical order, first last year, and again back
at the end of last week. In 2010, I was blocked and prevented from
telling my true tale of hell and tears, through and via computer
technology and mechanical hacking. A year later, after I got the
FIBBIE gang finally seeing the importance of HACKING, and recognizing
these horrible peeps that do it; now it can no longer be done that
directly, so they somehow engineer a person to mess with me. Oh did I
say me, I meant to say Clyde Kline folks. Believe me peeps, this
destruction of my right to freely speak without threats and
intimidation, or direct technological blocks; is CAUSING HUGE BULLISH
MOVES ON WALL STREET, and yo expect poor Clyde to think that this is
just some random coincidence, when trillions of dollars are involved
in the equation? Well, you can expect or hope for this event all day
and night folks, it ain’t happening, DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know
“WHAT” I know, and I never claimed THAT, I said WHAT, just as I
never claimed to be Goddess Scylla from the top of mighty sky scraper
buildings in great cities, as I am not, only SHE is, and only SHE can
make this great claim. I know SHE knew that only I would know what
was happening and going on, no one else, so the message came through
loud and clear, and thank the gods, not too late.

 

I
knew if I said anything about MOVER-BARRY, he would vanish, and so he
did. Ten days ago I dropped him off after work, at the local K-Marty,
boom, no more Barry. I know this is all true, and I know who all of
you great KENNEDY’S are, and so do the few true MOVERS. Still, MOVERS
are not necessarily hyperspace travelers. Stop thinking that anyone
needs a physical vehicle. Hyperspace is traveled through with the 6^th
dimensional mind that has been signaled into us here in 3 dimensions
of this waking life. Once, someone learns how to wake up inside of a
dream, as they perceive a dream, and then be able instead of watching
the movie through a doppelganger perspective, but actually begin to
be able to take over and control your doppelganger, and beyond this,
other things around you, living and even non-living, well, some of
you get the picture of what I’ve been dealing with. It is quite
intricate, and so are some lovely peeps I have been so blessed to
have come into my wonderful life, JS. Every time I ever doubt
something, I do the unthinkable, I ask this great wonderful kitty cat
friend of mine, who I have known for such a long eternity now. He
meow’s and mathematically provides the answer to anything I ever need
to know. Still, I made a promise to MC that I would stop discussing
this thing, and so I shall not be a shellfish, or a truce-breaker.
Many folks that tried messing with this, I have been told went sort
of nuts. I am sorry for this. It is not meant for humans to play with
the great GAWNUM, and I was wrong for telling so much about it.

 

As
for the ‘ring-tone-caller’ from the future, the great internet has
shown me some wild stuff. Play your silly games peeps, and see if ‘I
could care less’, OJ Wifebeater. Clyde Kline will speak on, he knows
his rights, and has retained council today, enemies know this is not
a made up lie or a poker bluff, right kitty? END!!!

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0221

SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0221

SUPPLEMENTAL
ENTRY

START
OF BLOG:

 

It
is so nice, that the gods in their infinite wisdom, have seen fit to
provide me, throughout all the nightmare of the past 25+ horrendous
years, with one great friend, Ann King Silva. Basically, the way I
feel right now, everyone else on this sick and diseased little
planet, can drop right off of the edge of forever, and all I’ll do is
celebrate. Well, really, Clyde Linton Kline can celebrate. This is my
name. Mark Mohr, Michael Mountainpen, and other aliases used on these
six years of blogging, are not real. What is real, is that on blog
number 0221, now I reveal my true name, finally; call me Fat Clyde,
for short.  Now this may have the same negative initials of a now
retired sergeant at a famous resort city in America called
Plesantica, in New Jersey, not all that far from an inland town known
as Pennington, where I once had a small business in the
nineteen-nineties, that were known about by Astral-Plane forces; the
main ones being Dollie Black and Helena Felicia Kessle. Somehow, the
County Prosecutor, and his team; knew about these folks, as they
steered Clyde every way, except towards the truth when he begged them
for their help; some time ago late in the past century. OH, AND THANK
YOU FOR LETTING ME KNOW WHAT I SHOULD HAVE ALL READY KNOWN, BUT WAS
WAY TOO STUPID, ZACK AMK!! Keep the game rolling along, and the
endless clues coming.

 

When
I was a boy, I spoke as a boy and thought as a boy, only not
entirely, as poor Fat Clyde was a boy many other times, and kept it
to himself after coming to realize that all the peeps around him
mocked and jeered him for making that ridiculous claim. Still, as a
man, and each time that he was, he knows this fact as well, and still
knows that he remains endlessly trapped in a place or really a
situation, given a nasty name by human beings, HELL. This is it Denny
Cuzzfake, you are totally on the $$$$$. I never doubted you for a
second, old pal.

 

Many
terrible things happened to poor Fat Clyde, or really, to tiny-skinny
Clyde, back when it all began, and when this poor pathetic little
shit-bastard, was way too happy to see, or begin to realize any of
it; yet the ‘LOOP’ was always there, all the time, all the times; and
forever explaining, what otherwise had absolutely nothing but dead
ends, and blocked roads, and no rational answers, not ever.

 

Between
the year 1969 and the year 2011, forty-two years of stuff happened to
poor Clyde, who never meant to cause one bit of harm or ill will
towards a single soul. Clyde totally knows the entire religion system
of this world is phony, fake, and a total lie. The reason is that the
laws of reap and sow do not apply to him, nor do the biblical claims
that nothing beyond the reality of the human civilization is possible
to ever happen to anyone. If two, not one, but TWO powerful things
from scripture, are total lies in the life of Fat Clyde, for 42+
years of time now, then the entire mother fucking deal is one huge
ass balloon hoax.

 

By
the way, poor Clyde took a major computer hacking, AND NEARLY CRASHED
AND DIED WHILE ATTEMPTING TO POST HIS FINAL BLOG UNSDER THE OTHER
FALSE NAMES, as this is now the fictional blog of Fat Clyde. All
other shit belongs to poor Mark Wayne Mountainpen, and his deluded
sick mind, poor fellow, sheeeeeeeeeeit.

 

Fat
Clyde needs to remind some of his wonderful Zack-Close-Friends, and
others, that they sure are touchy. Sometimes poor Fat Clyde is asking
simple questions of folks, and gets slammed for it, making him then
wonder why innocent peeps would be so angry. In fact, some of his
Zack-pals made some excellent points, and if said calm and nice
without shouting like kids in sandboxes do, he found the rebuts very
enlightening, and all though good old Fat Clyde may not totally agree
with all that may have been said, some of it was just what he wanted
to hear, a good presentation was made when it was brought to Clyde’s
attention that it can cost a lot more than even 50 grand, for a
really professional upgraded production of raw material. This was a
point well hit home, but why so much hate and anger had to be there,
well, this is the situation that all though Clyde has no answer for
in total truth, it has always plagued poor Fat Clyde. In any event,
here is a list of the assets of Fat Clyde, so the lawyers can seize
them upon winning a court case, for what the life of him, Clyde has
no idea what he is being sued for, and a friend-lawyer here in the
place where Fat Clyde resides, who read the text that made the
plaintiff so angry; which was a blog posted by old Fat Clyde, and who
will represent him when papers are filed; said to Clyde this
afternoon, and I quote, “What is all this, some joke?” Still, he
laughed, and we then went over to a fast food joint and chowed down
abnd had a good laugh over it. Still, the assets of Clyde will be
listed so that the plaintiff can know what will be received upon
winning. I know for a fact that nobody including the Internal Revenue
Service, can take away your bed, several pairs of clothes over your
back, and food in your kitchen. As for what else is there, well,
plaintiff will receive a used 12 inch television worth perhaps 30
bucks, a used keyboard, also worth about same, a dining room table
and 3 chairs, along with two lamps, and including the light-bulbs,
might total up to another 80 bucks, it is all old and used, and
purchased a year ago or so from the great Salvation Army. I know that
any Social Security Disability Benefits are exempt, not from the IRS,
but then, this is a private person. Clyde also owes another 21
payments on his 2004 Dodge Neon automobile, and with its age and
83,000 mileage; I doubt it has positive value, when $240.00 payments
are all multiplied up. If it was taken from me, I of course would
refuse to make any further payments. In addition, Fat Clyde can prove
legally, that his income from working for the AARP, as well as the
SSD monthly checks, totaling no more than 1400 monthly dollars, is
exactly the amount of money needed for his survival, with his rent
and his other obligations; as well as only a $16.00 monthly food
stamp allowance, and a share-cost medicare/medicaid amount, leaving
him to pay lots of medical bills for what was done to poor Fat Clyde
in 1983, to his lymph glands; and when I subpena certain peeps to
testify about it all, most likely due to major complex Kennedy
connections, and NASA secrets, the entire thing will be ordered to
disappear anyway, but in any event, GOOD LUCK, PAL, and Clyde will
gladly honor your command, it was you who called him, just in case
your memory is in need of a slight jolt, me’ ol’ Zack-Friend-Close.
Still, this brings this entire blog to a wonderful new dimension.
Poor Fat Clyde sees now that his ol’ part’ really feels that all
things said and done, he is fully resolved, and has done no wrong at
all, none whatsoever, and you know what, Clyde believes him 100%. Now
then, look at what I have accused others of, and yet eternal silence
remains. Thank you great sir, for making old Clyde here, come to see
a really powerful thing here today, after he reviewed his messages on
voice-mail. If anything, you have done old Clyde a really  gigantic
favor, so if that was not your intention, did you screw it up for
yourself. Anyway, thank you, and after this paragraph changes, you,
the company, all of it, will never be mentioned in another one of
Clyde’s Blogs. If you still want to sue poor Clyde, that is entirely
your own business. He is clueless to exactly what he wrote, that you
could sue him over, but wow; maybe he is about to find out. But if
you wanna’ call it even-Steven, that is your call. Maybe you know
about the sea charts, hey, don’t be a fool. They will go to my
daughter, and I cannot be forced to do anything with them in my
lifetime, not by the biggest federal judge in America; as it would be
not only cost prohibitive, but owner rights would need to be changed,
as far as this Treasure Coast. The area has all ready been claimed,
as I learned by coming down here. So this is worthless paper, and if
you force my hand, I will just memorize the positions, and do a Bob
McGuire match on the chart.

 

Ann,
thank you for being there, and being my friend, when the world turns
on me and hangs me up with nails through me, you at least are there.
One loyal friend is all any man ever needs, as Donna reminds me so
often, that no man is an island, and she is correct.

 

I
love you IRENE, go up there and knock some heads for me,
sweetie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YO. Just swing
carefully around my friend Ann. Her evil daughter is gone now, but
she did her damage. I did not have enough hell and troubles until she
came along, did I folks? It seems that only more mother fucking
bullshit is added to me on a year to year steady basis, nothing bad
is ever taken away from me, merely, more mother fucking shit is added
onto my back, to further weigh down my all ready monstrous
unfathomable load. Yeah, first there was nothing, you knew what you
were talking about Tupperware Cara, with lots of help from Mutt and
Jeff, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Well
peeps, since this assault on me is beyond relentless and verbal
diction times ten to power ten thousand, let me answer back with this
little bit of fucking shit. I do not know what “THEY” have done
to your song or to your soul, Melanie, but I do know that dangerous
Sleep-Walkers abound. Not all movers are SW, and not all SW are
movers, and southwest has nothing to do with this. First, there are
many types of hypnotic trances, many types of sleep-walkers, and only
one Russ Walker, of THE PERMISSION BARRIER book from the year of
1994. There was a strange thing that happened thousands of years ago,
that directly connects Atlantic City, New Jersey, and this would be
when the lovely wife of Abraham, did not trust Jehovah to give her a
son. This has implications that stretch far far beyond any divinity
school in this time period, but not beyond a secret told to my Aunt
Geraldine Snow now dearly departed as humans might word it, not
Doctor Hayward in Pine Valley of course, as he knows better, Right
Agnes Photo 10-SC?My cousin Donald Powell did not say this in so many
words, but the last time we chowed down together in a restaurant in
the Roxborough section of Philadelphia where he resided at the time
and maybe still does, he told me that for my own good, I better stop
poking around with the “Atlantic City thing”, quote, mother
fucking end of fucking quote, YO!!!! I haven’t begun to poke around,
and you can make the entire world threaten me all you want. I have
been wronged by lots of pricks, and if I am destined to get my day in
a court of law, well, lotsa shit’s coming out.

 

As
for more discussion on PHASE-4, reality and non-reality, interactions
on the physical hyperspace planes verses the one single Astral Plane,
and much more, will all be told in brand new ways, with brand new
keys, in the following blogs. I have had it with intimidation’s,
theft of my belongings, theft of my soul, and being owned by the
Lennyfarian Crew of 1980. Excuse old Fat Clyde if he doesn’t just
roll over and die, peeps, I have been worked and played by mother
fucking experts, so water board on, President Bush and Ambulance
Patients who reside in parallel universes where great highways run
from Washington, DC, all the way into Vineland, New Jersey, and so
much more. You all don’t think I’ve got your numbers? What a fatal
mistake, scowl face Trump, as if I give a shit, huh Mister
Winn?????????

 

Starting
with SJ-0222, both Sally and Clyde, will be saying something, lots of
something’s, oh great hoarse Billy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chemtrails and lymph glands, gimme’ a bweak Elmer Asshole Fwudd,
WHAAAAAAAA!!!

 

END
OF BLOG, YO.

 

 

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0220

SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0220

SATURDAY,
AUGUST 27, 2011

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Thursday
and Friday, I did not leave my building residence. Local bullshit
applies. Media hype also applies. We all try and earn some kind of a
living, so I am not here sitting on judgment seats, in fact, I could
totally care less what anybody does, that is until it crosses into my
face, where as McCoy says so well, is where your fist must stop. When
I was a young dude, both growing up as well as in my early adulthood;
and well before all the PC or Political Correctness movement began
and grew with roots that were made of compressed steroids; so much
was different that trying to discuss it all rationally right now on a
blog would be a quintessential exercise in futility.  This problem or
situation has an upside potential, and many of you know what it is,
since I can talk a big tune and curse out the world, but am quite
mousy in person, and it is noticed quickly, especially by bully type
personality folks. Still, I commend the cunning-ness and total
cleverness, in a major PC environment, of my vulgar putrid and crude
enemies everywhere, to indeed hatch a plan in these times, and carry
it off with unfathomable success and precision, taking my entire life
away from me, AND MAKING ME LOOK LIKE THE JERK OFF, THE FOOL, THE BAD
GUY, AND THE SIKE-CASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Congratulations, and if I could offer the DICKHEAD OF THE MILLENNIUM
AWARD, to these nice wonderful awesome cock sucking trash, I WOULD.
You can believe that, if you ever believed any other dog shit thing
in your lives, folks. Doing so much horror to me for no real good
reason, and then making me look and appear like the heavy, the evil
motive man, or the Callio Stalker of the early New-Age, and other
things, proves to me that there are reasons for 110 pound girls, to
indeed possess the physical strength of Hercules. I totally know that
living along with all of us, are many un-real peeps, or maybe as
Mister Data, artificial peeps, or to throw in a greater one still,
other unknown peeps. I told the Chief of the Atlantic City Beach
Patrol in September of 1997, that no one knows the future, and he
smiled at me as though, HE DID, and never said a word, maybe because
he all ready knew that what he just had told me would indeed happen,
as well as his becoming the future mayor of Atlantic City. Maybe if
he had wanted to give me a tape of a song that he had written, it
would have begun before the music started to play, with a muffled
word of ‘MAYOR’. This indeed, is how ‘MOVERS’ do operate. They are
all over the place. They have marked up library books in every county
in this nation, and much more, they are trying to tell things, but
unlike me, more cleverly, and more ‘subtly’, as Scylla might very
well decide to word and say it. Just how real a lot of bull fucking
shit really is around me, I am quite positive that I will never know,
with or without any copyrighted precious girls, or infected chemtrail
nodes. Still, can all of what I recently thought that I cracked open,
be no more than a cosmic detective-program, solving the piece
fittings? After-all, if chaos abounds, and things by themselves go
from order to chaos and ruination, then a balance of this effect is
necessary in order to compensate and keeping the entire cosmic from
ultimately spinning out of control and into oblivion, or back intro
it would be a more MORIANITY fitting way of presenting the argument
folks. Our entire planetary biosphere runs on automatic, so why not
some type of built in ultimate decaying into chaos compensation
system, perhaps abbreviated and said why not some type of a (UDICCS)?
‘U-DICKS’ out here in cyber-reality may wanna’ pronounce it just like
that.

 

I
will tell you some shit that is not one bit automatic,  Crooked peeps
on WALL STREET. They conspire to run prices up and down every day,
they gun for stop-loss protection orders, they illegally manipulate
the prices, they steal our hard earned money, and they are fully
licensed by a totally crooked federal agency called the SEC. This
stands for the SECURITIES and EXCHANGE COMMISSION. What good is a
stop-loss order, when they know it is there, and so they gap the
price up or down by a large amount that only permits the smaller
investors from exiting their positions at the next tick of this
illegally created gap. These are no different than the illegally
created parallel-events that they use on folks as another huge
monstrous weapon-tool. Their markets flew up by 5 or more percent
this week. If I am so wrong and confused, tell me this, anybody. HOW
CAN AMERICA BE DOWN-GRADED IN INTERNATIONAL CREDIT RATING OR ABILITY
TO BORROW AT LOWEST INTEREST, and not have the stock market drop to
either of the two previous levels, the 2010 low of around 8800
points, or the 2009 low of around 6550 points? If a downgrade in
credit, an event more unusual than HURRICAN IRENE, and way more far
reaching and devastation to the future of this country, THEN WHY IS
THE MARKET NOT FOLLOWING THE REALITY, nor matching the negative point
values, reached when we still had a TRIPLE-A+ CREDIT RATING,
YO????????????????Powerful peeps and families have many powerful
methods that protect them in numerous ways, from ever being
recognized for committing the thefts and frauds of all of us on such
a daily and continuous basis. Let me move along and stay on the same
topic, while proving this point.

 

I
went down to a town that was just to the south of Atlantic City, New
Jersey, USAESMWG, in the middle late part of June, in the year of
1970, Florida Lottery scrambling the middle digits up and my death as
Franklin, notwithstanding; and thought I was going to be a Plumbers’
Assistant. The so-called plumber being none other than child molester
Thomas J. Reale. This mother fucker got away with molesting me twice,
and I departed this nightmare at the age of 15 and a half years, on
the night of 12 July, in 1970, at around 10:30 at night, leaving on
the local bus out of town, single suit case in hand, on the Public
Bus Terminal bus, that went through the local area of Main Street in
Plesantville, where the great girl gang of the Callio branch of TWAF
was also on this bus, and all around me flirting with me, calling me
“THAT-BOY”, giggling, and only one of these girls hated me, which
one I do not know. I had a bad sun burn, and she said to her friend,
regarding me, “His face is all messed up”, and it totally was, it
was burned and sore, and indeed looked as hideous as the Frankenstein
monster. My point here, is not on my sunburn, this mighty girl gang
known then and there as the New Jersey Quoddy-Mockers, because they
hung around the boardwalk and Saint James Place store called the
Quoddy Moccasins, or public bus rides, or final vacation days at
famous seashore resorts. It is however about TOM, the semi-fagot
child lover. Where is the New York City SVU when I am the mother
fucking victim? Up in the future passing judgment on me and calling
me “THE BAD GUY”, that’s where. If you roll over in your grave,
DAVE, be careful of Paula King, and your lovely NINA. To this day,
Tom Reale, never made it onto the Megan Law List, or any other child
offense list to my knowledge. So why did he just do this horrible
fucking shit to me, and no other child? According the great LAW AND
ORDER TEKLELVISION SHOW, these kind of sick mother fuckers are repeat
offenders, so WHY ONLY ME, WORLD? Millions of Elizabeth Montgomery
possibilities are popping into my head, I wanna’ know if they are
popping in any of yours?

 

New
readers need to understand some very powerful shit about my story. It
is real and honest, and totally heart wrenching,m that is if you
happen to be human, and have a conscience or a heart to start with,
as if not, you will be one of the many who daily puke on me, and tell
me I am nothing but a ton of worthless fucking dog shit, and to go to
fucking ass hell. Ann told me not to let them win by killing myself.
What she is incapable of understanding is, that I cannot kill myself,
I have tried, and so has the enemy,. To get rid of me, on many many
many many fucking ass occasions. All I do is wake up, and it all was
just a nightmare dream, as if whatever had killed me was in a dream,
and now I am in a similar reality, with the one distinct difference
being that the act that caused my death, never happened in this new
parallel reality. Yeah, sounds like a fish tale the size of Moby
Dick, but the problem is that some fish tales are totally fucking
true, as are mine. Two other monumental ones took place on exact
days, and spread apart by precisely 10-YEARS, 1986 and 1996. IF I
LIE, I HOPE TO BURN IN OIL FOR A QUADRILLIOIN MOTHER FUCKING EONS.
The magic date in both cases is the 2^nd of August. The
first one involved meeting a very special wonderful teenager, when I
was unfortunately nearly 32 years old, in the great city of NYNY.
This chance encounter led me to write a meaningless song a couple of
days later, sending it along with some other songs, as a package
musical project, down to the United State3s Office of the Copyrights,
Library of the Congress, on the 15^th, 13 days later. The
song was an unflattering and totally mean song. It was heartless and
cruel, but I had no idea that this person would go onto to graduate
high school, and soon afterward, become the greatest voice in the
entire music world. What am I, GOD? ‘MOVERS’ set it all up, they are
GOD, not me. Now for the day ten years later, August second in 1996.
My mother and I went to a diner in Egg Harbor, New Jersey. A very
attractive waitress took our order, and when she brought over some
drinking water, she blurted out something that almost made my poor
mother wretch. She said to me, “You know don’t you, there’s a
contract on your life”. I told her I have no idea what she is
talking about. I had just written a song shortly before this, back on
the 12^th day of fucking May, called, “SARAH”, a name
that seems to be connected with the lives of many songwriters, and
sung by many well known recording artists. I wish to shit peeps, that
I still had my old website in operation;
www.morianity-foundation.com/
as some of my music, including this song, was up there on that site.
I know thaty some of you out here have been up on that site. The
entire distant future has, but that is easy for them to do, using a
tool that exists there, or will exist, called, DIDE LINK. The link
into our internet is possible using fields that take advantage of
distance, and can thereby tune back through time. These same fields
can be energized with reverse-polarity atoms, but we will not go
here. Those that have any idea about any of this, know also about the
invention in 1987 that was openly published in the SCIENTIFIC
AMERICAN MAGAZINE. This was the article that showed how a MOVER was
back in 1987, with his small velocitronic motor system. Using this, a
room the size of the average home kitchen, can be made up of a unit
that could produce close to 100 TW of electricity. This is a
forbidden subject, and only collectors of magazines can ever get to
check this out, it is doubtful to me that you will find this fucking
information anyplace on the entire internet.

 

There
have been two major recent incidents, in Saint Lucie County, Florida,
USAESMWG; over at the www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/
job-site, where I am employed; through the AARP system, as a Store
Stocker. Sheriffs and police and even a US Marshall showed up on the
most recent incident. The MOVERS, as I have told my BLOGAUD on many
blogs earlier this year in the spring time, played a very rotten game
with me, and brought the state WORKFORCE PROGRAM into our HFOC place.
These peeps are not, how does one say such a thing in 2011, someone
who might get along all that well on Peninsula Drive, in Babylon, New
York. I am speaking of nothing other than character and behavior, and
in no way nationality or skin hues. Still, am I making this story up,
is this another fish-tale of the Mountainpen? All anyone has to do to
disprove me is to get copies of public information of local criminal
reports, this would most likely be listed under the charge of
assault. I believe both incidents involved one girl beating up
another girl. Yes Paul, Fort Pierce is not all that nice a place for
me to be living and working in, and especially, after making my
escape from ‘THAT-FAMILY’, and my kidnapping by Dawn-Marie, the great
KING of the JERSEY CLAN, well, along with distant cuzz
MCGUIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Both Dawn and McGuire would
think nothing of throwing a can of gasoline on someone, and then
throw a lit book of matches on them afterward. Do I really deserve
all of this, just tell me what I ave ever done to anyone, to mother
fucking deserve all this fucking hell, and on top of that, I have
lost every mother fucking thing I had. I may not have had a lot, but
it all was taken away from me, when no one would help me and ? I was
forced to mother fucking run away on the night of December the 12^th
in 2009. So if any fucking bastards out here that tells me how real
the biblical reap and sow deal has, needs to be told not to ever
fucking this shit to me. I have spent my entire ass life trying to be
a nice guy, and for my trouble, this is my life, all this shit, a
small compressed bit of it is told on these blogs of more than 6
fucking years, at the first and original website of www.blogger.com/,
the blogs of mountainpen.

 

As
for proving the supernatural claims of these 6+ years of wild and
outlandishly esoteric blog text, wait for the great U-TUBE post on my
account, eventually, of my first 1997 passport photo, then my next
one in 2007, and then my 2009 photo from the Harvest Foods website,
it doesn’t match, and not even Donald Trump or Tyra Banks has access
to enough make up to pull this mother fucking shit all off, and I
totally know it, and am ready to expose this nightmare PAULA KING
SHIT TO THE ENTIRE POPULATION OF THIS PLANET. I sound angry as if
there is an agenda or that this is personal, and you all have me all
wrong. I need to prove shit that cannot be proven in any other way or
by any other method than major shock value, so I’ll use it. It is not
personal against anyone. I have said it before and will obviously say
it a lot more, I am in a war that I have no memory of ever starting,
and I only know one thing for sure, and that is that if I do not
fight these whatever they are entities, then on that day that I cave
in and quit, I AM DEAD. Both my mother and David Roth stopped
fighting CALLIOTAMM, and they DIED, and this is WHY THEY FUCKING
DIED!!!!!!!!!!!! You quit fighting, or breathing, and you will die,
simple truth, simple physics, with or without television advertising
or any bodies resting or moving, YO!!!!!!!!!!

Before
I let the details out on a huge deal involving the great SARAH-STACEY
JEHOVAH KRASSLE, let me finish up with the second part of these two
dates that were exactly freaking ten years apart in the illusion of
space-time. A waitress in Egg Harbor told me that somebody wants to
kill me, and would not be any more specific than that, other than my
1994-Saturn Automobile was involved. I originally believed this wild
cock and bull story that someone in the projects of this area was
angry at someone who ratted out the local top drug dealer, and this
person drove the same dark colored and 4-door Saturn that I drove,
and that this somehow was perhaps as the great disco diva would put
it, a case of MISTAKEN IDENTITY. I did not buy Donna’s bull shit, and
I don’t buy this Egg Harbor shit either, as it all ties together, and
connects characters from what else, but the great SATANIC
ENTERTAINMENT WORLD, or (EW)!!!!!!!! Continuing along with the events
of the hot summer day in early August in 1996, this is when my mother
and I drove west intro Hammonton, and were accosted by a gang of
young Mexican-American girls, at a recording studio parking lot, that
would not stop messing with me, and would not let my car out, as they
blocked the way and thought it was funny, and then when we did
finally exit, we drove to Turnersville, and began noticing that
somebody in a lime green truck was tailing us, and this was that evil
monster huge man who looked like he was from India according to my
mother, as I never saw his face, and he told my mother and I quote,
“I am going to kill your son, and you too if you don’t get away
from this truck”. My mom went over to it, only because we both
noticed that it had indeed been stalking and tailing us, and parked
when we did; and was staring over at us. He had killed our new car
somehow, as when I shut it off and then tried restarting the vehicle,
it was totally dead, AND FOR NO GOOD LOGICAL REASON WHATSOEVER. The

police came and were no help at all, intentionally writing the police
report backwards, stating that  it was  I,  who approached the man in
this truck, and not the other way around. There was a very good
reason for doing this, and they were all fucking to0tally in on it.
Even the Prosecutor of two counties refused to assist us, and left us
hanging out to dry, after this terrorist threat was made to her.
Those ‘raised right black boys, huh Mercedes not said from 10-SC
Avenue’,  Senator Thompson?????????????????????? Let us get some tiny
positive out of this miserable mother fucking nightmare day of
monster-ass interactions from peeps straight out of DOGTOWN, whoever
they are, I CALL THEM MOVERS and also the MILLIONTH-XCOUNCIL, still
many other initials that match are part of a lot of this, and dates
do not lie, it is too freaking coincidental, and we all know it,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I do not blame the great PAULA for
everything in my life, only for about 99% give or take a little. If
anyone on this planet does not like this, well, bit me. As I said
this, I got the tiny mini font attack, that I got a lot in the short
time, right before my horrendous “2008” “family-kidnapping”
experience. We will stop for right now regarding the night,are and
totally FISH-TALE seemingly unfathomable story of the MAGICAL
NON-COINCIDENTAL WAY TOO PERFECTLY TIMED DOUBLE-DATES, OF
08/02/86—-08/02/96. This is a real mind bending situation, for me
anyway, I had to fucking live through all this fucking ass hell. You
all have the nice luxury of being entertained with this tale, and all
though I know it is true, and all of the ASTRAL-PLANE GODS know that
it is true, you are all saying, and I will quote it, “OH, HMMMMM,
that story telling Mountainpen, WOW”.

 

I
was not supposed to tell about this, SSJK said not to, oh boy. Before
I get into it, FIRE ALARMS GO OFF IN THIS BUILDING every single day,
sometimes only for a minute and then stop; so I know that there is
more to this bullshit than I currently have information about.
Anythi8ng these twisted fucking bastards from HELL can do to me to
make that dirt bag STOCK MARKET endlessly go UP AND UP AND UP AND UP
AND  UP; THEY WILL QUITE OBVIOUSLY KEEP DOING, AS THIS ALL BEGAN ON
08/15/1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never ever stops, am I correct,
AGENT FALCON, AND AGENT CONDOR, YO?????????????????????? Now before
Madonna closes my glandular funny funny curtains, 28 years ago, lymph
nodes and MOVERS and tapes all notwithstanding, let me address a
powerful deal that I know I did in fact tell and blog back around
2006 and 2007, about a dude by the name of Marty Kravitz. I thought
this man wanted to cause me trouble for no good reason, and now, see
the great Paula King, as the player behind this one as well, STANLEY,
and am I steamed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One day after I told
him I would not be working in his meat market any longer, so that I
could work as a plumbers’ assistant for Tom Reale, in the summer time
in 1970, he started a rumor, that I had lost my mind, and was
freaking out, and mad up all kinds of wild stuff, for no apparent
reason, after all, he could very easily replace me with any one of a
hundred other boys at his market, that could do the job as well as I
could. I was told this on the very same day that I was told that I
was not imagining the student teacher by the name of Miss Zenkiss, in
Haddonfield, New Jersey, USAESMWG, at the Bancroft School on Kings
Highway, named after the great King George Himself of England, who my
ancestors went to war with. Strange things were indeed happening to
me in 1970, it was quite continuous and perhaps almost unrelenting.
The year opened up after all, with the great soap show of New York,
Channel-7-ABC Network, called “DARK SHADOWS”, with their
LEVIATHAN CULT, and Paul Stoddard, and the great PAYMENT DUE date, my
birthday. The big story can be saved for another blog, it is late and
I need to eat and crash, so let me merely tell the highlights. Maybe
I did lose my mind, and do all the things that this old boss said
that I did, old Marty Kravitz, of Westmont, New Jersey. I have no
memory of it, but ?I have little memory of other things also, in some
cases, none at all./ I did not recall the 1968 trip up to visit my
Aunt Ruth in Babylon, Long Island, New York, until right around the
time that I wrote the blog titled, “Y SHOULDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A
DOGHOUSE”, in February of 2009, and yes, on KARGE-DAY, the good old
18th. There is no chance that any of this is a coincidence, if it is
and I am wrong, then I beg either my daughter, or the other person,
to tell me so, otherwise, why go on sending me so many mixed signals?
Still, Paula King may have blocked out of my mind, some of the mother
fucking bullshit that indeed Marty the butcher claims that I did back
in the latter days of the year of 1970. How do I know my mom did not
find out about the reason why a world famous song was playing called,
“UNDER THE BOARDWALK”, and tell me, and we all went crazy, and
ALONG CAME CLUELESS PAULA, NOT MISSING ME, and no copyrighted little
yellow sheets of 2008 paper, but just her powerful IAD-ETTOS MIND
CONTROL tactics and paranormal somnambulist abilities, of
hyper-dimensional travel, power, and control.

 

Well
right now, I do not know who thanks me or does not thank me, be it my
mother or my father, or anyone else, or theirs, for that matter,
Mister Cohen, or any other Hollywood, Cali resident for that matter.
I tell true stuff, I have no reason to sit here in the middle of the
night, spewing out a million lies, or deluded ideas. I know the power
of playing with the 5^th dimension, as well as the power
that Paula has, and uses. I was there when I lost my BOB, and my
chain, and now I am here in hot miserable Florida, with nothing left,
all was lost, and these pricks sit up there in the north laughing at
me. Well, one of these mother fucking days, I will get my laugh on
mother fucking all of you.  SSJK told me not to tell how we were
together in HER GREAT CITY, back on Monday in the human world, or
said better, when SHE allowed me to begin the Monday Dream, with some
memories from the Astral-Plane, regarding this event or interaction
is a better term, that I will now impart to this world. She was
singing ‘Love Is For Carpenters’, HER greatest song, to me, while we
were in the great Celestial Palace of Kanwal Avenue, in SDK, on the
Province Olympia, and SHE told me that she would allow me to take the
memory of the true melody, back with e into the waking and mortal
world. When she did, I awoke with this memory, and was late for work,
as I needed to play it into my keyboard memory, as I sure do not
trust my memory all that much. I have been playing this all week
long, using headphones. Since this transdimensional tune has been
electronically stored into a memory system, it has similar results as
if it were recorded onto studio systems, and tapes or CD’s were made.
Sorry about any inconvenience that this may have caused the mortal
world, or am I. Why should I be sorry for enemies. Why should I care
or do any favors for them either, Quentin Petofi Collins of Autumn
1969????????????????????????????

 

Sorry
I failed the test Sarah-Stacey, and told the Marty stuff, but you all
ready knew that I would when you told me, in fact to quote your
wonderful mother, Jewelly; your top VIQUEEN on the AP; you guys all
knew this for 50 million years. WOW, what a wild clan of awesome and
suigenerous proportions.

 

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We
will work into the blogs’ 4^th subtitle, as what I open up
with will lead into it quite well, and then all will combine and
merge so wonderfully, trust me peeps. First, this is twice now, on
two different and separate nights and at totally different times in
the evening, that as soon as I begin to blog, the ancient persecution
used against me by my diseased enemies, NOISE, has struck,. I no
sooner start, and these fucking ass holes from across the hallway in
my building, also start making very large disturbing sounds. I am
totally aware of today’s huge move in their ICPE cheated crooked
manipulated DOW JONES STOCK MARKET. I expected it after huge
horrendous attacks, NOISE is the one always used, it is NOISE by air,
by neighbors, by anyone anywhere anytime, it is NOISE, and they know
I hate a lot of mother fucking noise, who in  their “right mind”
doesn’t? Today, not all that many folks are in their right mind, the
entire world has alters so significantly since my childhood, that no
words could ever begin to address the story, or hope to give it full
dimension, and adequate detail. This using noise to persecute me,
along with body and health attacks, property damage, utility
persecution, and many other additional things, all work in perfect
tandem to create what I term the INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT
or ‘ICPE’, of hurting me and bringing my life forever down and
wrecked, so as to keep their evil economy and world and power monger
empire forever thriving. This opposite moving parallel event was
caused by forces a long time ago, and did not fall into my conscious
time world illusion, until I came out of a life changing experience
on the 15^th day of August of 1986, and I really honestly
do not give a mother fucking shit how many times this is said in
repetition and reiteration, as it will always be said a minimum of at
least one time too little, no matter how many times that this ever
gets fucking said folks. What I am fighting is exactly like what
mother nature forces do when they become destructive. The tangible
and visible damages are when peeps are injured and killed and when
property is damaged and or destroyed. The invisible energy reality
behind this however, as any fully college educated person is, or at
least should be; totally aware of; is that water and air becomes a
vehicle whereby invisible energies move from molecule to molecule. It
may appear that giant waves are solid, but this is total illusion.
Wind cannot be seen, only its energy felt. The scientific simple
truth is that air is basically made up of certain combined elements,
as is water, and just as a brick wall in truth is not solid, neither
is powerful forces of moving winds and waters. It is all ergs of
energy, ask any physicist if you do not want to believe the words on
this blog, but ask someone in the know who you trust before you just
tune me out and yell “BULLSHIT” Mountainpen. Otherwise, the only
bullshit is you. Some parallel events are obvious because unlike the
air and water forces moved by energies, they are not recognizable due
to their invisibility. Other parallel events, are quite visible and
very obvious and explainable. After-all, if you punch some big dude
in a bar, and call his girl a slut, and you are five feet five inches
tall, and weigh one hundred and forty pounds; you, in all
probability, are about to be sent hard onto the floor, with some
teeth missing, and most likely, in need of other medical, as well as
dental treatment. This is an obvious “PARALLEL EVENT”, and
totally unlike the more obscure ones, such as applying outside
parameter betting in Roulette gaming, at casinos, and then  comparing
two outcome parameters, with the outcome following it, on the
remaining other parameter; or finding out that certain peeps are
moving in tandem with the world banking system and Wall Street, and
others are not. Hence the “Powerful Billionaires Cult”, finds
very clever and covert ways, of both blessing the peeps that they
know are running in the same direction in a parallel, “THEIR
DIRECTION”, while cursing and destroying the lives, of the other
folks such as me, who for whatever the cosmic reasons, are running in
the totally opposite mode of their system.

 

I
HAVE BEEN TELLING THIS TRUE TALE OF FUCKING HORROR ON MY BLOGS FOR
MORE THAN 6 YEARS OF MY BLOGGING CAREER NOW, and it is all totally
true, and sworn under oath by me, now and always, under Goddess SSJK,
and Flag and Nation, of which, my ancestors literally were the
‘founding fathers’, as the term is so used and recognized in this
current society. SIX STRAIGHT YEARS PLUS NOW, OF MY BLOGS, THIS IS
NOT A MILLIONTH COUNCIL BLOG, or any other MC blog, THINGS MERELY
TUNMLED COSMICALLY INTO PLACE AS TIME RAN ALONG, AND MY FAVORITE
CONGRESSMAN SANG MY SONG in both 1975 and 1980. I am not Bess’s
babysitter on the Mary Tyler Moore show, forcing pieces on jigsaw
puzzles, they merely fit and begin coming together, bit by bit, piece
by piece, link by link, I am only the poor little amateur detective
here, I am no god, nor do I claim to have the answers of it all, YO.
But if you think I am going to sit back like some pathetic mother
fucking geek in some fucking ass high school, endlessly picked on,
and just take it, when the ‘INTERNET’ allows me to blog my mother
fucking story straight from HELL; THEN YOU MUST BE A TOTAL  FUCKING
ASS IDIOT, AT
C-SQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Now
to move this on, beyond things that go wrong on all sides of the
equation lines or demo tapes, flying and aerodynamics, TZ Haddonwood
of 1995, and mothers who unlike any other mother I have ever met in
my entire life, who do not seem to let it bother them that they never
become a ‘Mister Woodside’ ‘grandmother’, and who simultaneously,
totally insist on giving their only son, a ‘mysterious hypothetical
daughter’, shortly after the 1980 LOIS FOCA interaction incident,
such as mine, well peeps, if I have graduated to the Bess Babysitter
MTM Club; well then, a great man who was, ‘IMHO’ was a total pig;
Frank Sinatra Senior, will give you his blessing and tell you to GO
TO BURGER KING and indeed HAVE IT YOUR WAY, as for me, I’d rather go
watch Bob Vandegrift punch out old Ronald, and LOVE IT. Still, if you
wanna’ disagree with me, cool, but logic is on my side of the
blackboard here with all of this, and I like totally freaking KNOW
IT, AND DAVE SMITH FROM HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY IN 1970, like totally
knows all of this too, as the younger folks might say this, YO. When
the Utility attacks are continuous, then this becomes an MC blog, and
stands for the MILLIONTH-COUINCIL. When shit is relentless that I
know are being legislated by governing bodies that are in league with
the front for the Mary Carter Paint Company’s mighty ‘CIA/NSA/BFA’
program, of total and beyond black-ops affairs; then this blog again,
stands for MC BLOGS, and when all hell broke loose after THE
MENTALIST became the PHASE-4 dude from my wild strange maintenance
man in my Oaklyn apartment, and all the stuff that followed it, from
horse troughs and water hoses, to strange houses not yet lived in and
unknown great  RA’s going out of their way to tell me things in
dreams, then again, this becomes another MC blog, and standing this
time for the greatest female RA of all time. Whether I am correct in
all of my super sleuthing is one thing, but you know peeps, at least
I have tried my utmost best to figure it all out. How many of you
have ever applied such an effort to psychoanalyzing outlandish and
bizarre shit that happens in your life? Now we can move on to tell
something else, or maybe, depending on my mood as I go, several
‘something else things’.

 

Starting
with what I feel is most important, as I was raised not to hurt
feelings, and to be straight, and to not ignore, I must tell my pal
and partner why I have not sent him what I told him I would be
sending him, and hopefully, he will then when he gets a spare seck,
give me a horn holler so we can rap, should he want to straighten out
my thoughts on this that I’ll now express. This is not meant to
offend, please do not take it that way, if I am in any way
misunderstanding stuff, I will admit I am an ignorant shit and am
open minded, and I want you to then tell me your side of the story, I
am very interested. I cannot read your mind. You told me a month ago
to send you my dance song, and I told you thast the great Lady Gaga,
at the time, had a hit song with the same beat, so don’t tell me it
is not marketable, and you said for me to do it over at Jovi’s, and
send it to you, and it was sent,. Only it ended up another deal where
you merely told me you couldn’t do anything with it. You were the
dude that answered my ad in the paper in late 1997 when I said I was
a songwriter looking for a good promoter. I did not answer your ad. I
spent 30-50 thousand dollars, and at best made back in royalties, 2
grand. Even my Wall Street enemies would have a difficult time
rationalizing that kind of business operation. So I got to thinking
that here we gfo again, you are supposed to be the promoter, like
Lenny was, in 1980, who seemed to be the great Rastafarian that
wanted to own me, to quote him. He was great for taping me illegally
on the telephone, and taking money, making promises, and screwing me.
I know that you on the other hand really did think this SPR project
was going to work out, but for reasons that will endlessly elude me,
it bombed out totally and completely. Even the Mahon story, PP, I
will never believe I halve been told all the facts, and neither would
any other person, or good attorney, or businessman. I should not have
had to rely on just you telling me stuff, and me shelling out so much
money. I never was shy about saying this to you from the beginning,
and this would incur both your wrath, and wife Cookies as well on
numerous occasions. I am sorry for offending, this is never my
intention. But then I thought to myself, why send details to you
about a way to save the entire music industry from the near disaster
brought about by computer copying and technology, when I got nowhere
with you on smaller things, right down to the most recent thing of
you saying, send me the new dance tune and I’ll do something with it,
you know I do not know squat about promotion of music, or the
internet and computers, it simply is not my ’emereffing’ thing old
buddy. I have a super way of bringing the entire industry back into
real prosperity, but all anyone ever wants to do with me since I have
been knee high to a small dog, is RIP ME FREAKING OFF, and I am sorry
but I am just getting real darn tired of it, call me nuts. I know
that you are not one of the bad guys in that category, but still, I
am tired of endlessly losing and ending up with nothing, when I have
a lot to offer this world. Now I am more than happy to have you call
me, and tell me your side of these words that go from late 1997 right
up through these present times. I will gladly go into this with you,
but you have to produce, you are the promoter, if not, why did you
answer my ad in freaking 1997, as we both know that my ad was quite
clear, so please don’t treat me like a darn retard. I am saddened by
life and its situations. Why are so many peeps breaking promises, and
leaving me out to dry? I am not including you in this PP, but if you
have any great wisdom, just ring me up and we can rap, as I just want
to live in peace. If I suck as a song writer, fine, I will move on,
and do other things with my life, but as for the deal I was supposed
to send you, I got to thinking and realized, why should I want to do
this? You know, if we could pull this off, we would be every bit as
rich as the ‘Donald’. It really would bring the entire recording
industry back from the brink of doomed profits due to piracy. Still,
I want to go into this with somebody who really wants to do it, and
no more paper only stuff, if we did this, we would go to a freaking
lawyer and shit would be all written down and legal, I am tired of
David Mahon crap, and if you were me, you would be too. I had a life,
I had a nice home, I had many things until; I began trusting so many
peeps, and everybody just laughed while they took it all away from
me, and now it seems they won;t be happy until I am maggots. Do you
have answers for me, PP, my old friend? Gimme’ a holler, BRO. You
know I am speaking the truth, but there are two sides to all
stories,m and I genuinely want to hear your spin on these words that
I have written.

 

I
am in a rotten mood, my Morians. I do not think I wuill go on with
lesson-3 of the SHEE tonight, or tell abny other huge secrets, other
than this one. I know that MOVERS are all around. I know that Barry
is one of them. I know that not all movers are in human bodies. I
know that Mister-Data on ST-TNG-television, as with other Star Trek
stuff, is way more real, and ongoing than the general population can
start to imagine. I know that the great documentary aired in early
1988 by the great CHANNEL-11 telelvision station in NYNY, only
scratched the reality surface, but scrathed it did, and big time. I
know that two angry men shared a horrible early afternoon hour in a
gate house at the American Honda Plant, and I know that the Copyright
Office to this day has laughs over this. Well, laugh on, because ou8r
chilkdren will not be laughing as this century moves on. Where are
the real happy times peeps, be honest with yourselves, they are all
behind us. Show me what is so great now in 2011, or in this horrible
21^st century of greed and avarice. Show me how the
American Dream did not die and get buried with a huge RIP poster
above it. You show me how the Invasion from Wall Street in the middle
and late eighties, did anything for the non super rich, other than
make total slaves out of us and ruin our lives beyond any hope of
repair or revival. Just prove it to me. Prove me wrong, Congressman.
Prove me wrong, Assistant to CRA, Clarence Harris. Show me the error
of my ways and thoughts, and not with stupid comments such as the one
left me by the quintessential but wipe on
www.unexplained-mysteries.com/
that merely totally prove that I am on the money, and when I cannot
be disputed, the result from ape-like mentalities, are nonsensical
comments such as his. Hay, Michelle Daniels said it all back in 1980,
he is still entitled to his opinion, and I would not ever have it any
other way, YO.

 

To
my great daughter, I only say this. Show me where I have ever
intentionally misled you. This is the furthermost thing from my goal
ion this life. You are the realist that you are for quite obvious
reasons, and I just want to get to the bottom of all of this, don’t
you? I know you do not want me blogging about the GAWNUM stuff, and
notice I have not done this. I could say 1000 powerful things, but I
keep my mouth shut. I know you do not want me to say things about
PBK. I have failed you here. I will try and do better. What you
really fear is not what you think you do, it is remembering, and you
know what, you are totally correct, as always. My hypnotherapy in
1996 was the worst mistake that I ever made. Please tell Paula I am
so sorry, and sorry for not being a little older also, I do miss her.

 

END
TRANSMISSION:

SAFE JOURNAL, KN, CH. 0218

SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0218

SUPPLEMENTAL
ENTRY

BLOG
SUBTITLE #4:

“FATHER
OF THE SON OF SAM 0F WILLIAMSTOWN”.

COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, 2006-2011

 

START
BLOG:

 

Today
was a major death siege, using heavy  FIRE ALARM ATTACKS, and SKY
SIEGE OF POISON CHEMTRAILS AND STALKING PRIVATE AIRCRAFT ACTIVITY, ON
THIS NOW EVENING OF MONDAY, 22 AUGUST. For reasons beyond my
knowledge of the evil sick mother fucking CALLIOTAMM FORCES, this day
is far worse than the Monday just past, as well as the 25^th
anniversary of REAL-GOOD-GIRL, COPYRIGHTED SONG IN THE MAIL SYSTEM
DAY. I am totally positive that the evil empire is getting its snotty
way on their crooked markets. At 3 in the morning or just past, a
major fire alarm woke me up, and caused me to be late for work today,
and on top of this, the sky and aerial siege was quite bad and nasty.
I have not been able to communicate with the cat-world. High end of
all voices suffer when chemtrail posing is continually done in areas,
don’t ask me, ask Academy Road exits off of Interstate 95, ask the
great U-Tube expert on this topic called “SKYWITNESS”, ask my
freaking daughter too, if you want to. Illusions are everywhere. I am
not here to dispel anyone’s accepted beliefs or system of thoughts in
their life or whatever, Congressman, I see you left Angel, and
married a different woman than the one I remembered you with back in
1975. You acted like you didn’t remember me at that Williamstown Town
Meeting in 1994 in New Jersey in Washington Township in the county of
Gloucester that day, and I told you that I wrote the book called,
“The Permission Barrier”. So out comes the secret right now about
the great father of the son of SAM, the great HIGHVIEW MAINTENANCE
MAN OF THE MIDDLE NINETIES. If this world wants to get me going on
secrets that I can [prove, only the BLUWEBOOK will not allow them to
be proved, just tune into the BLOGSD OF MOUNTAINPEN, or you can
exercise your endless right to remain totally ass fucking ignorant.
Your choice folks, and I would not have things any other way. A world
of robotics, be it an advanced class or a 4^th millennium
interaction filled with rock symphonies and homes and garages
recreated in timeless experiments of passport pictures and Dorian
Gray old science fiction picture shows, and so much fucking ass more
peeps, YO, is to put it politely, mother fucking boring as hell, so I
would never want to force an opinion on a single ass soul,. Still, if
you are remotely interested, then read on, and if not, many other
blogs await you, try the Great Blogs of Norwegian Retired Fishing
Boat Captains, for all I give a mother fucking shit. No, robotics,
advanced or not, classes or no classes, is not what I am pushing off
on anyone. Do whatever the shit you wanna’ do, it is your funeral in
the end. Here is what happened as my last days of HIGHVIEW CHEERS
were winding down, Copyright Examiners, Yellow Sheets of Paper, and
all other interested folks, YO!!!

 

Paula
King appeared at my door in late June of 1996, following my trips
with David, over to Carlyle, Pennsylvania and hub cap smashes by the
“DINGMAN-TEENAGER” of the times. The Highview Apartme4nts
Maintenance man named Sam, told me late in June of 1996, that this
giant goddess came into the front door, stayed with me for half of an
hour or so and left, returning to her car, and driving away, just as
‘mysteriously’ as she arrived. I told Sam, I had no giant girlfriend
with long beautiful dark hair. Of course, I would have told him I had
no 26 year old daughter either, should he have asked me at the time.
I realize now that the hypnosis and attempt at getting memories back
again, distorted many repressed memories, all caused by this great
KING, the GIANT QUEEN of somnambulists, also known as
“SLEEP-WALKERS”. When I started this blog tonight, my annoying
fucking neighbors made a lot of noise outside my door, and it is all
coming from a source called ‘IAD-ETTOS-PAWM-PIE’, the great tools of
the mighty evil twisted sick MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, whose Astral Plane
existence, in so far as motives, agendas and total ops; is totally
unknown; and whose physical world identity also is shrouded in
mystery of glittering lights and booming sounds, and Irene Cara’s and
Donald Trump’s. The night that the great Mariena Carlittia Crushed me
in Atlantic city, may have been the 29^th of October of
1996, but the real crush of my castle was done on July the 4^th
in 1969 by a beautiful awesome Melanie Safka look-alike,
sleep-walker, who knew that I was too young to marry, and then took
advantage of the knowledge of my family history on my father’s side,
and copied not only what happened to my dad’s grandfather, but then
went onto bigger and badder things than that. Still, my younger
daughter Pee, was born on the opposite end of the calender solstice,
and on the same day, and I remember, and this explains her age at the
college, when I told my mom in the powerful interaction that I wish
she never fucked my dad on one particular night, exactly nine months
before my birth. I wonder now if a little RPLDD, was not helping this
interaction along as I ponder back on it right fucking now,
(RPL-DREAM-DEAL)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

So
on with lesson 2 now, in the blog of SJ-0216, regarding my
discussions on the SHEE topic. There are peeps that just do not WANT
to ever get it. They do not even try and make the leap that when we
are here in waking-life, we are in one of countless parallel
realities or atom-signature agreeing universes, ASAU. It is relative,
as the Astral Realm is where we literally become an entity, from a
collection of mind-energy signals from a higher dimension, Eckists
refer to this 6^th dimension as the Mental Plane, and this
is their protected and register trademarked name, I merely tell the
story of this, that is the property of Eckankar. Check it all out
with good old GOOGLE, peeps, you’ll see. Why would I make up a lot of
junky stories for more than six solid years? To do that, I would need
to be so fucking crazy, that I would not be able to function in
society, hold a job, pay my bills, and live in a community. Think
about it fucking rationally, folks, you will realize these things
that I say, outlandish as they appear to be, are all totally true.
Now t5he college girl and her boyfriend who I did not like too much,
in 2014, since this is now only 2011, would be three years plus
another fourteen and one half years, in age, or 17.5, really only a
short way from age eighteen, as if you remember the hyperspace
interaction, or vividly recalled “DREAM”, it was in the autumn
somewhere, it is all on the freaking blogs, the entire COMOCOSI
STORY, bringing me to another point about distant cousin Gallagher,
or my 4^th cuz Mary. She and her mother were murdered, and
then her hubby was taken into his basement and strangled with rope,
and then they made it look like a hanging, his old pal McGuire, and
Dan Curtis and Harriet Rohr knew all about this way back in the
middle nineteen sixties, as well as the LAMBRIGGER CULT, my birthday,
and much more, and even planned some of the events that happened with
me, after airing the original “Leviathan” Cult stuff on their
television soap show, in reale time, right ‘Tommy, watch your back’,
Dick Wolf!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My blogs in the years of 2008 and
2009, HARPED HYPER HUGE TIME; on the Braintree, Massachusetts double
homicide/suicide, in my family; and now I remember finding out
something, when ‘Paula King’ raped me in my apartment in late June of
1996, at the Highview; since she never raped me in the Kennedy
Elevator at the Stratford, New Jersey Hospital, but yes folks, she
told me a huge thing about both her, her father, her peeps, and Bob
McGuire, her “more distant royal pain cousin” to quote this
lovely giant long haired goddess. But we can harp and enzymeterize to
use Astral Plane expression here, until the Callio’s come home from
pasture, Louis; on all of this, and it accomplishes little or
nothing, just as bodily exercise, biblical truths known by any
graduate of any6 good divinity school, as all anyone can ever do is
to put off the inevitable visit from Morty Mortino, whether you die
inside your mom, or make it onto a Smuckers jar and go on another
5-15 years past that, you still will wake up from your current ADD
and that is the truth, with or without the judge coming in the late
sixties, peeps, YO. Let me go on with lesson two now instead of
further lute and harp playing, OK SKY? Talk about the ‘original’ rock
singer. How can people doubt such powerful facts? It blows me away
BRO. The AP is where we dream down from, with our one personality or
‘spirit’ in the words of the devout followers of basic Earth
religions. We have a 5^th dimensional personality in this
soul-existence, that cannot exist in just one experience. It is too
great, it has been created by something too great and powerful to be
that limited. So when we dream, our body remains in the one place
that atoms happen to agree throughout the universe with this body in
so far as a vibratory signature, and then we can and do, experience
the hyperspace, courtesy of our larger spirit being, acting sort of
as the theater usher. It is all a game and a stage, and great minds
of the past, famous for so much great literature, knew this 100%.
Smart folks know I speak right now of William Shakespeare. It is not
a simple deal to explain the details past this point, but I will do
my very best to try. Day dreams and night dreams are all made of the
same stuff, mixing energy combinations of multiphase mind-realm
energy or waves of pure thought, and when some one does get onto a
few powerful truths about all this, and began playing, the cosmos
plays back, and once this starts, it has begun, and you cannot ever
shut it down. It, like you, simply exists; as it always has, and
always will, as time is pure illusion in higher reality and truth. In
time worlds while awake, you will see the barrier of illusion, and
not believe all of this shit so readily, I accept that reality as
well.  Lesson 3 will continue on a bit, and tell just how Paula,
Sarah, Nina, and so many of this wild gang of teen girls from my
past, all fits together in literally, this planet’s hugest story of
this present time ice-age-cycle, or (IAC).

 

Magnesonic,
wipe out and destroy all those mother fucking bastards that are
making me totally miserable, full power, all orders and commands,
G189, and STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

After
a while, crocodile, only after a while, what, YO? Is this my way of
continuing the great 2008 Annual Percentage Rate, oh great and mighty
banks of Manhattan, and my distant ass hole cuzz Heinz Gottwald, or
does the APR really stand for ADULT-PLAYGROUND-RAGE, LIKE
DUH??????????????????? Gods help the bail out bastards, right Mister
President? Hey, can you explain the bullshit I’ve blogged, old
pal??????????????????

 

BLOG
ENDS HERE FOLKS, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

SAFE JOURNAL, CH. 0217-DAUGHTER-CODE

DAUGHTER
CODE-U-TUBE

 

July
17, 2011

“THE
CAT LOVES HIS DAUGHTER”

DID
THIS WITHOUT HELP FROM NICK:

 

Y
SHOULDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE?

mountainpenagain
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siege right on target

“Y
SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”
(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)

(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE:
021809.951
Beginning Transmission:

I liked it a lot
more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane
made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and
stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking
sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every
minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back
around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not
stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it,
some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on
and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming
back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and
take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further
until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I

can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and
multitask, the gods; all I wanna’ do is blog Ed, what have U done 2
me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera
byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho,
MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to
sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word
program every 20 seconds, PTL–PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me
out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll
nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE
OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves
Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink
right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am
not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2
tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2
begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I
need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in
order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient
amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and
assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes.
Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided
2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles
really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy,
and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey
Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand
what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not
scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists,
Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity,
what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some
weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any
possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly,
and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a
projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing
beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is
simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our
innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a
circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion,
that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline
thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth.
Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go
back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of
Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to
itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable
and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually
comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is
all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great
Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974,
while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady
named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific
Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness
somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2
shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from
itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the
Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the
spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep
finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will
come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all.
4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two
days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am
gonna’ contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second
ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks
R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments
peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP
TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting
things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11,
NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in
your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off.
Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it
is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in
the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go
on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so
again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does
not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous
lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I
have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last
night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my
bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of
U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U
can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was
told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself
through the heart; on the television show, ‘DARK SHADOWS’. Only 4
me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet
died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until
eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but
then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream
down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great
void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can
fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a
website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/
but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any
money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject
thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on
finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful
truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C
and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good
thing now, is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20
seconds or so; and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the
word program until I click on it.

Long story short, the
mail was always delivered here at this lovely 6-9 room place, with
rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and
just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess
that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was
always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend
give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or
so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known
by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find
out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, ‘use
the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system’ that
also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between
us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post
Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She
always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call
the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number
in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and
they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long
Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980,
just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA;
they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank
Calli-0—D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a
coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid
looking suspenders,  Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these
crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho,
MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and spoke my peace; and
here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the
rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and
Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count,
interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have
ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local
roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then
delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of
since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is
going 2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot
think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange
SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out
there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your
system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal,
and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green
hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.

Diana, I am not able 2
communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives
Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone
jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces
up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and
even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these fucking
pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian
Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the
recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B
tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will
B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around
me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving
something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as
Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now,
is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and
WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right
Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well,
she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no
this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Kallis, and 13 bells of
Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end
when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I
would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she
never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great
Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of
the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad
so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said
my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that
puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2
my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in
Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was
just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I
but dog shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the
Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet
at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked
up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle
Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world
what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists.
The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was
there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace,
I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where the ‘DOW’
had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed
fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have
wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void
field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U
don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard
knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”.
Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria,
U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous
hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends;
and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last
name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December
18th of 2006!!!!! http://www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Almost 39  years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me
bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’,
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a
crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2
deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2
keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of
Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last
page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up,
BRRRR?

GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS
ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Copyright Michael Wayne Mountainpen-2009, and blog
registered on an official registry bloggers
website.

E~N~D————T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N,
BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG
in this or any other part of HS.

 

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  said on Apr 02, 2009….

You
shrunk a bit there dalmatian, but I saw you still speak the human
lingo, wow, you are telling the truth, God is 16 or at least she
watches the show.

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SUPPLEMENTAL
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FBI,
UNITED CROOKED NATIONS, HAGUE, AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, HUMAN
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I
am under fucking MAJOR UTILITY DEATH SIEGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The
Cable modem went out for no reason 3 minutes after I shut off my
COMCAST CABLE TELEVISION SYSTEM, they read my mind and KNEW SOMEHOW
that I was gonna’ fucking blog, THEY TOTALLY FUCKING KNOW SHIT BEFORE
I EVEN FUCXKING DO IT, THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON FOR 57 FUCKING CUNT
LAPPING YEARS, AND THE KENNEDY FAMILY IS THE ONLY FUCKING POSSIBLE
EXPLANATION. Playboy Jack, don’t get me started. He was no more from
this part of the GALAXY than I am.

 

The
rooming-house owner in Atlantic City, along with the buyers of the
TRINIDAD MOTEL B4 the SUPER-8 CHAIN took it over, and not to forget
the ‘alchemist’ of the invisible merry-go-rounds and 5-Party SARAHS,
masquerading as living peeps, when really, they are ghosts named
Hoffa, and on and on, with secrets that would blow more than
Quakertown, Pennsylvania away, or Allentown, or Billy Joel who never
meant for the fucking song to be about that place aniwho; is all one
ugly huge mess, and this mess as all messes that Stanley can hope to
ever get me or anyone else into for that matter, has indeed got a
name, and it is KENNEDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This
entire family is SUPERNATURAL, and in 1995, a rash of articles came
out all over the press, and not many remember, most were successfully
IAD-ETTOS MIND CONTROL-PAWM-PIE influenced and dominated to totally
forget this entire situation, but things all came out, and a few
peeps believed that the OJ TRIAL was all a fixed event so that the
satellites could be able to pick up a very special event out in this
planet’s magnetosphere, and the mighty ass CNN has the videotapes,
and knows precisely what is being mother fucking discussed. None of
this matters because all shit is nothing but fucking waves and
particles, it is not the big-K that is fucking with me, it is the
fucking **’SIXTH DIMENSION’** that is behind it all, literally, well,
not behind it, but is in fact an all encompassing reality that’s
surrounding it.

 

Beginning
at around just past eight of the mother fucking clock on the evening
of Thursday the 18^th day of August, an 18^th and
a fucking “K-DAY” and this K is for KARGE, meaning on the ASTRAL
PLANE, ALL MIGHTY FAMILY, this of course on the OLYMPIAN PTROVINCE is
none other than the KRASSLE family, and its EARTHLY equivalent is the
BIG-K, and this is GOSPEL FUCKING POWER ASS TOTAL TRUTH, WORLD; LIKE
IT OR SHIT ALL OVER IT, SAME DIFF,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, “BUT”  and
FUCKJ THIS HENRY FONDA SECRET MOVIE MARKER CLUB BULLSHIT of the
mighty ass MOVERS SOCIETY, and of course totally inescapable initials
and small security company fish ultimately bought out by the bigger
fish of SNYDER FLYER ENEMIES with numerous prefixes before the great
E-LETTER, but yes, shortly past eight last evening, a FIRE ALARM WENT
OFF IN THIS PUBLIC HOUSING BUILDIONG, and this continued all night
long, going off and on, and there is a reason that this faulty event
occurred and is complex, and very 6^th dimensional and
phase-4 being connected, as are all truths inside of this hyperspace,
only SOME WAY MORE THAN OTHETRS, in small picture play.

 

Two
huge things are in need of explaining, no matter how this may or may
not be going out into dead air and nothingness, there is a powerful
subliminal effect, like not cussing in front of new born babies, and
playing soft music instead, and all peeps know this in this somewhat
modern and advanced age, all be it a total cave person era next to
what I understand in total truth. One of these powerful truths that
no one has clue point oh one of really grasping as of two thirds into
the year of two thousand and Misses Marola eleven; is that there is a
reality, not a location, but a real condition that is causing MIND to
exist in smaller folds of a gigantic box where most of the folds are
invisible to the entities existing inside the first three of its
mother fucking folds. David Charles Roth, you died too soon, BRO, and
not in the first week of March of 2002, following my mom’s murder by
the mighty K-CLAN, executed by the member named PAULA JULIA of the
Mega-Identities Club, but when you left me in spirit in the ending
nineties, also under total ETTOS-IAD-MC of the PAWM-PIE- “INVISIBLE
BERMUDA TRIANGLE HUMAN WORLD GANG of POP-UPS, MOVERS, and all manner
of other ‘biblical-outworlders’, who need a lot of mother fucking
money in order to operate PHYSICALLY ON THIS PLANET, and use the DOW
JONES system, as their main means of ripping off 99% of all the
players in that club, as this one percent, builds an endless base,
dipping it down, buying it back, and THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON FOR
DECADES AND DECADES AND FUCKING DECADES, FOLKS; YOU BLIND STUPID ASS
HOLE IGNORANT PRICKS WHO THINK YOU FUCKING KNOW SHIT ABOUT THE STREET
AND THE GAME IN NEW YORK, AND DON’T KNOW FUCKING SQUAT. You don’t
wanna’ fucking believe in the MOVER CLUB, and that is fine and well.
I have no choice but to believe, they have kidnapped me endlessly
into their PAUL STODDARD FUCKING FOLD, I am powerless, other than to
spread the message as long as I can, AND BELIEVE ME PEEPS, I WILL BE
FUCKING SHUT UP, SOON; JUST AS I FUCKING WAS LAST FUCKING YEAR,
TWEET, TWEET, TWEET, ROCKING FUCKING ASS
ROBIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARCHIVE IT
PEEPS, as it all is up there from last year, the year before that,
and so on and so mother fucking forth. As for tonight’s story, it is
way more complex than a few words or even many blogs, could ever
really hope to ever accomplish!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So let me try and
go where DAVE ROTH was not willing to go, in Warren Grove, OK, MISTER
Kenny Rogers, and Lucille, and Fudge-Shops in the Jersey Pines, and
dead Super-8-Men, and Horse Accidents, and all sorts of other nasty
ass fucking horrendous junk?

 

Many
peeps know about the recurring ‘school dream’ deal of EGG HARBOR, NEW
JERSEY, USAESMWG, and the matching name, and MI and PEE; and stuff
relating to all of this deplorable shit that I have gone through ‘for
a very long time now, while not crying for any babies, or special
ladies’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I have cleverly
given powerful ass truths, reasons for huge corporate affairs. And so
much more, and only wish that I had the time to worry about mundane
things like noisy airplanes over my residence, it seems you like to
dish shit out huh Donald Trump, but taking it, well, THAT’S ANOTHER
THING, RIGHT OLD PAL?????????????????????????? Saw you last night
going over my building,
college-boy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Watch out for
DIANA STROBELIGHT, MISTER WILDHAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEIT. No
peeps, it seems this unbalanced and very unfair world is operating in
these three dimensions, because of the way that it is operating first
in the three higher ones above and beyond these first three, or
really, SURROUNDING THEM!!!! Please try and keep the HAMMER-MAN off
of me, MI, P—-L—-E—-A—-S—-E. He really got those ROMAN
EMPIRE SOLDIERS to slam into my extremities with brutal force, I
don’t forget stuff like that, just because a couple of freaking
mellenia of time has passed in a waking-world-illusion, ‘precious
brown eyed girl’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I do not want to go away and leave
my baby blue. It may have been twenty eight years now, with or
without Callio’s rotten nightmares, but please help me. It was bad
enough when this wild crazy teen nicked up my hub cap and boosted my
stereo, but this is growing far beyond totally FIRE-MALL MONSTER-ASS
REDICULOUS, with or without giant KATE from the QUEEN!!!!!!!!!!

 

Here
is what is happening, and why HE caused this ‘malfunction’ tonight in
my building. I told Dave at the Highpoint Military Installation of
the Jersey Pine Barrens War-Games area that dark early pre dawn
morning in the summer time in 1997, about hyperspace-mechanics. Just
as Professor Deturch at the U of P in 1993 told me I invented a brand
new non-white-key math discipline called ‘PARALLEL-EVENT SCIENCE’, I
also invented the term of HYPERSPACE MECHANICS, or I think I have
done this, unless partner PP or other named or nameless peeps wish to
challenge the authenticity of this claim on this copyrighted blogging
work of non-fiction, MISS UMWELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This
is not some super complicated thing when explored in a very simple
set of exercises that one may call SIMPLE HYPERSPACE EFFECT
EXPERIMENTATION, as opposed to COMPLEX, or ‘SHEE’, verses ‘CHEE’,
both pronounceable, and almost in an eerie way, when higher religion
and philosophies are attached into all of this bullshit, such as life
and givers of Chinese and all life, MOTHERS, or the FEMALE, as
opposed to the male. I did not make these initials work out the way
that they do here, by intention,and sweat that UNDER GODDESS AND
COUNTRY, OR WHAT IS LEFT OF MY GREAT COUNTRY, that the HUNTINGTON and
other FOUNDING FATHERS CREATED a short while back in the middle late
eighteenth century, YO.

 

Finishing
up tonight, only one quick thing will be said as an opening
foundation into why the fire alarm mal-fuck-tioned tonight, causing
incredible agony, and will most definitely cause the EVIL EMPIRE TO
GAIN BACK ALL OF THEIR LOST STOCK MARKET POINTS TOMORROW, OR EVEN
MORE, as always is the case, just as last week, and EVERY WEEK SINCE
THIS FUCKING  ASS DISEASED NIGHTMARE ALL BEGAN FOR ME, ON THE , YEAH,
YOU GUESSED IT CORRECTLY FOLKS, THE 15TH DAY OF AUGUST OF
1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW, will I ever stop
talking about this? MAYBE I WILL, I know I will if DING gets off my
back.

 

Let
me tell you about the SHEE, the SIMPLE way of running an experiment,
and NO PEREPS, this will be simple, so don’t freaking expect it to
really scratch the dings off the surface of real shit here, it is all
very over SIMPLIFIED for sake of time and keeping any possible
audience. First off, I love my two kids with all my heart. There is
no experiment about any of that. Secondly, there is real mathematical
shit, that backs up a lot of things that only I know about; despite
being surrounded by numerous well degreed professionals, in numerous
math and science disciplines; and coming from the smallest, and going
all the way to the greatest universities, on this silly little
planet. I will not start to get into why the secret of all of this,
lies within the ratio between the curve of the atom, and the curve of
the entire hypersphere, it just ‘DOES’, and without my intentionally
adding any ‘RGG’ emphasis, US Copyright Office. The 3^rd
part of this, is the connection between all of this, and the PHASE-4
entities that become aware of their ‘condition’ on an Astral-Plane of
existence, and then when they lose enough energy and begin dreaming
downward, as PHASE-2 beings do as well, onto this PHASE-3
PHYSICAL-PLANE of so called material tangible life, they cannot fall
asleep properly, and keep cycling, trying endlessly or so it may
appear to them, to switch their light and their light-switch
affection on, from the darkness, and never seemingly do so until
eventually given all of infinity, someone matches the design and
pattern of their energetic reality with what humankind refers to as
the ‘human imagination’, thus creating these characters of fiction as
opposed to permitting their actual physical births, onto this
material world existence along with us here physically. Now, knowing
some of this, [permits daydream-experimentation, as well as far more
dangerous things, dangerous in that just as having and carrying a gun
around with you when you have no idea how to properly use or shoot
it, and it all is legal as well, and as goes the great example we all
have heard over and over again since earliest childhood, that a
little knowledge is far worse than no knowledge, in most cases, a
powerful and accurate truth and reality, YO. So how do I simply wrap
up, this knowledge of how to do a simple hyperspace effecting
experiment? How do you DO a SHE, as in how does one actually reach
the WAKING-FREEZE of the FASCITAR, and then UI would give you the
step by step simple instructions of the 6-10 method, as I’ve done
countless times over my past six plus year blogging career, there are
no secrets in MORIANITY.  This is not a secret society,
diametrically, it is a cause for exposing truths and revealing
freaking hidden secrets, sometimes as subtly as possible, in order to
keep the ALL MIGHTY EMPIRE RULER, and my great daughter, happy. So
just what are these simple SHEE instructions, many are screaming out
by now, I am quite sure? Well, keep your shirts and blouses on, here
it is. You allow phase four characters to exist, as well as entire
plots. The entire time that this is being done, you have two parts to
your personality. The rational part remains totally sane and
recognizing that only one universe is seemingly tangible and
therefore real and true, while another part of you is literally
creating hyperspace effects. This sounds like a child in a sand box
either alone or with friends, playing make believe. Let me finish by
telling you, that children are reversing what you must learn to keep
straight. There are two absolute truths. Your physical reality and
attached universe, atom by atom, is one of them. The other is any
kind of created fantasy. Children without parental assistance, would
get lost in fantasy, not eat, not come in out of the cold, and cross
the street without caring about fast moving automobiles being a
reality, as though they are asleep in a dream. We as adults then
train them to slowly GROW UP and out and away from the fantasy worlds
totally. We all hold onto just enough of it to maintain our humanity.
But I tell you all right now as grown up children, that you need to
know that both these worlds are as real and true, either one to its
other, and while remaining in the necessary reality, you can
maintain, as Donna summer and her WFMU friends on the internet claim,
in my case, total insanity. Now this is only lesson one, and this is
where I lost David Roth, as he was unwilling to cross the first
gateway and huge barrier into a controlled insanity, so that huge
powerful shit will all begin happening around you, this is NO
FUCKIONG FANTASY AT ALL, TAKE MY WORD FOR IT. It is so powerful, that
it is guarded by the CONTROLLERS OF THIS UNIVERSE, with penalty of
torture and death, and naturally, this is what they have been fucking
inflicting on me now since, yeah, right; you know the mother fucking
date, so why type it in again folks, YO?

 

Yes,
that little girl was not a living human, on the merry go round, and I
figured that all out long before your show, Party-5-Sarah. Still, she
was there for reasons, as was the boy in Quakertown at the other play
park. I ran into what this world would say, two dead children, and
played with them, but without psychiatric medication, I have totally
tuned out the psychotic voices from other dimensions, I just know and
remember what is real, but I have masked it all out. One does have to
live in this world, and some of us actually think they want to. Well,
that is none of my business, folks. I only can talk from the
perspective of myself, and as my dad told me long ago, it is a good
idea to but out of other folks’ business, and I learned this before
losing any teeth or nursing any broken ribs. Others lose teeth and
get taped chests, and still they never learn. Maybe when we figure
out where all the young men have gone, as the old song says, then we
need not ever have the desire to live the lives of others, and get on
with living the lives of us. Still, phase four beings are out there,
and with or without my assistance or yours, they will all eventually
find their way into this world. This is not the end of the lesson of
the SHEE, but merely the most infinitesimal ice shavings, off of the
great berg that sank the mighty HMS TITANIC 100 years ago, folks, and
that’s the truth, and here comes the judge, and Curnell Hogan, I KNOW
SOMETHING, SOMWTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just don’t
know how to spell the name of this military officer, and as usual,
spell-checker is fucking totally fucking ass worthless, as is
Micro-sucks in general, to quote ED LYNCH, not Muscles Ed at the
Cifaloglio Garage of Folsom, New Jersey,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I NEED YOUR HELP, FCC CHAIRMAN,
BOB MCDOWELL, OLD PAL, PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE.
T—-A—-N—-K—-S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

END
TRANNY, OLD GRANNY, WHAAAAAAAAAA, & HA-HA-HA. Real funny Sheila
Franklin. Laugh on, Retracing Callio.

 

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0215

SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0125

AUGUST
16, 2011, 11:43 PM

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I
HAD SOME TIME TO COOL DOWN. I will not be making this my final blog
that forever ends the MORIANITY PROJECT, as this is exactly what the
OTAMMILITUFORCE would want me to do and has attempted to bate me into
doing, HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA.

 

I
“WILL” say, that I was not joking around about making a will, as
well as a living will, all though, until the atomic laser retrace
process is stopped, to me it is a reference to futility. If anyone
comes up to me and shoots me dead right now, by your viewpoint and
senses, I will appear to fall down dead, and you will be able to
observe the local coroner cut me up and sow me together, and bury me,
and you will never see or hear from me again. Unfortunately, I will
merely be shot to death, and wake up from a bad dream where someone
had indeed shot me to death, and then be back in a parallel local
reality to where I was before, off by only a few trillion atoms or so
per cubic parsec, a measurement in many futures, used for determining
varying localized or distant hyperspace positions, ‘TAPCP’ variances.
It is pronounced as TAP-CUP, and symbolically is the quintessential
irony because this is what the blind beggars do on the many corners
of this lost, ignorant, and quite non-physically, yet totally
spiritually BLIND world of humans also known as the ‘homosapien
species’, despite an ignorant spell checker, to this fact from 40 and
more years in the past.

 

Before
moving this blog along any further, I want to thank with all my
heart, the great GODDESS DIANA, for coming around me so ofter in
recent times, almost every single day for quite some time, with her
beautiful lightning. When I moved on February First, in 1983, from
1802 Robin Hill, over to 134 Norris Avenue, in Atco, New Jersey,
USAESMWG, I was “MOVED” into a lot more than just merely a new
residence, but rather, into a lifetime new experience, involving the
greatest entity in this creation, some know this entity by one name,
others by other names, but this changes no part of the true entity.
Paul Pedersen, my ol;d partner in the illustrious Studio Park Records
of 1998, asked me over the telephone not long ago, why I only discuss
the god called Jehovah? Well, this is the way that She introduced
HERSELF to me, out in infinity, and my memories now as the Earthling,
Mountainpen, are thus limited to this. Others have had different
forms of this pure energy, appear to them in various ways, and names,
and etcetera. Many peeps are also totally unaware of language
reality, and how the Latin of olden times, not current South American
lingo; is the basic root behind all of our words, spoken around the
world. Also, the old Hebrew language existed when the Greeks were in
power, so this language was a powerful part of this world’s reality,
during times of historical upheaval and major change. Due to powers
that were dangerous then, as the ‘evil empire’ as I use the term on
many blogs, is the new form and the new SATAN, in this modern day,
believing it is the champion force of freedom, and totally deceived
in flash-mob IAD controlled style, with the same vigor of Jesus being
tempted with the kingdoms of the world, by the energetic being who
then went by the name of Judas Iscariot, at least according to the
King James Version “KJV” of the Holy Bible. But my point reverts
back to language, as time does not permit my ranting on about SATAN
and HIS many faces, or his great friend JULIA, and all of hers. Many
peeps overseas know powerful secrets about the mighty World Tower
Buildings that once stood proud and high atop the Manhattan New York
City skyline, and are no more. Some remember and some do not, that
they were not struck once, but twice, and in truth, many other times
in attempts, that none of you out here need to know about. I don’t
need the hassle or the trouble of telling too many freaking secrets
tonight. Blog 0215 will not be the big bad empire breaker, so relax,
CALLIOTAMM of Atlantic City, Badass, New Jersey. Finishing the point
on languages for right now, and names for this pure energy of a
nameless god, that takes form and name to many, according to their
desire for this to happen, and also, their path of enlightenment and
or ‘spiritual development and willingness to accept reality’. There
were fascinating secret languages, coded Hebrew lingo tongues, the
most famous and remembered one, being Aramaic. This language
translates Allah from the King James Bible name used by Jehovah,
called “God Within Us” or Elohim. Because peeps have no interest
in learning or knowing stuff, when things get said by peeps like me,
we are considered nuts, crazy, insane, delusional ranters, and many
more impolite terms and names. This merely shows the basic ignorance
of humankind, and most definitely should not offend those who indeed,
DO KNOW what is real, and what has happened long ago, despite the
Quantum Flux Dynamics that mathematically prove, that only a fixed
present point is real and exists and is really the collective us, and
that all of the past and all ODF the future is existing right inside
this space, but in a larger box that contains more folds. THAT’s
“of”, fucking hacker scum, NOT ODF, thank
you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

The
worst secrets that I can let out that will mortally wound this EVIL
EMPIRE, have little to do with ‘GG’s’ great mathematical numeration
alpha conversions, nor do they have to do with anything discussed
about this great cat from the spirit-world, or HIS family. In
‘addition’, they have little to do with anything you may think, even
if you are a loyal MORIAN, and I know I have a few out there, despite
their doubts, as doubting is a normal human process, and is part of
why electromagnetic forces control all of us the way that they do,
with such utter total hold on us and our lives. Make one mistake,
pick a bad parachute, fall off a tall building, and you get the
picture. Yet I have the secret, and it is not a secret because it is
being hidden, but because of powerful IAD MIND CONTROL of powers and
forces that don’t want us liberated or free, as if we become free,
they no longer can own us, play with us, control us, and so much
freaking more. Like all other things, it is not this totally simple,
more indeed is part of all this, but in a basic truth, that’s it
folks.

 

One
claim I feel the need to make here tonight, and so I will, with no
bones about it, picked or unpicked at any sunrise from start to end.
There are more things that I have not figured out in the last 6 or 7
years of this huge super sleuth work, than there are grains of sand
on all the beaches on this planet. But what I have come to understand
and know, is coveted by humankind super hyper ultra time, and I do
know it, and without a freaking doubt about it whatsoever, Mister 601
Copyrights. What I do know is total, and it is major. Echoing in my
mind is a statement made to me by Dennis Snyder, my phony cousin. He
said one night at the Cifaloglio, Garage at Folsom, New Jersey, that
“life here on Earth is HELL. When you die you get your reward for
being in a lifetime of hell. You receive heaven. You get to have
eternal sleep”. Without adding just a tiny bit of additional SALT,
onto this great piece of Prime Steak; that sentence is very
incomplete, all though it is great. Only the late Doctor Carl Sagan
would be able to appreciate my added salt, unfortunately, yet I must
insert it into this blog, and here it goes, “NOW UP THIS ONE
DIMENSION”. This is ‘HIS QUOTE’, not Mountainpen’s quote, folks.

 

No
peeps, there is no great shock at all to the past few days or so, not
for me, or at least there shouldn’t freaking be, unless I am the
epitome of retards. No shock at all with WALL STREET, all as is and
was known all along, nothing new or particular exciting for me, I
have traveled down this road many times, not counting with Judas, let
alone the many 17-loops he has caused me to experience. And as for
being shocked about the bullshit going on with my persecution, hay
world, 25 years ago, I threw a piece of material into the UNITED
STATES MAIL SYSTEM, and went to sleep, and when I awakened again, I
found life to be in a totally different dimension and world for me,
literally. Dennis Snyder would say HELL, but then the problem is,
that where was ‘Hell’ then, before the 15^th day of August,
of 1986, for me? Hay world, my life was never great and perfect,
nobody’s is, not even marvelous Donald Trump’s, and don’t freaking
let the dude lie to you and say it is. Bruce Pennock knew in 1972
that NOTHING AND NOBODY IS PERFECT, not even my wonderful daughters,
PEE and MI. Sorry, I forgot, PEE likes nicknames, and not everybody
does, that is what makes the world go around. But I have learned how
to interpret many invisible realities of the great, utterly
mysterious; and beyond bizarre; ‘5^th dimensional
hyperspace’ (FDHS), with or without powerful weird unexplainable
dreams of JULIA’S and with or without any after-shaving lotions such
as Old Spice. This is how the puzzles of so many things are put
together, but not until one learns the truth about Doctor Carl Sagan
and his magical upping things by one dimension. Remember one simple
principle and truth folks, and you’ll be way ahead of the game.
NOTHING JUST HAPPENS, there IS a reason for all that is going on
around us, from the most insignificant to the most complex, from a
buzzing little nat on the window, to energy is mass times the square
of the speed of light. NOT ONE THING, by the very nature of truth and
reality; CAN EVER RANDOMLY JUST HAPPEN. The same formula, believe it
or not; proves both this, as well as the fact that we live inside of
a big round eternity cycle or hypersphere, in our 5^th
dimensional true personality of the “dreamers”. This does not
even open the door a crack, into the full picture that if time
permitted, I would go on now to tell, so that is what blogs number
SJ-126 through ~~~~~ are there for, YO. Happy dreams.

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Later
on, I will blog a horrible secret that might destroy half this
planet, I don’t care. The nightmares are horrendous, the air siege
was monstrous all fucking day until early afternoon with loud and low
persecuting private Cessna type aerial vehicles, and I will be dead
before the end of the week. I just completed my living will a bit
earlier, and now my final death will is in place. Once I am dead and
gone, the world will be rid of me, the worst motrher fucking bastard
on the Earth, only because like many, I dreamed of flying, and took
it way too far. Well, this is why the FLYERS hate me so much, and of
course, me them, lists or no lists, Bill loudmouths or no Bill
loudmouths, huh David Roth, ol’ pal and good maitee. Good riddance to
everybody.

BYE-BYE,
and these blogs end with chapter of SAFE JOUIRNAL NUMBER 0215, as in
A-Haddon Hills, of future great Labs, YO. Beware the tide of blog
number SJ-0215, peeps, YO. These bitches asked for it MISTER
WOLF!!!!!!!!

 

end
tranny, sick old diseased ugly ass granny, yo!!!!!!!!

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SAFE
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SUPPLEMENTAL
ENTRY

UNDER
DEATH AND HACK SIEGE AS THOUGH

25M
YEARS HAS STOOD FUCKING STILL, MC-D.

 

START:

 

I
TOLD YOU MY GIANT LOVELY GINA, AND ALL OTHERS WHO MAY BE REMOTELY
INTERESTED, AS LONG AS THESE MOTHER FUCKING DISEAED PRICKS, HAVE ME
TO ENDLESSLY AND RELENTLESSLY MOTHER FUCKING PICK THE SHIT ON AND
BRUTALLU ASSAULT AND PERSECUTE AND HARASS, THEIR EVIL FIXED, CHEATED,
CONTROLLED, AND MANIPULATED DOW JONES STOCK MARKET HAS BUT ONE
DIRECTION TO TRAVEL, AND I NEED NOT BE NOSTRO OR ANY GREAT PLATO
PHILOSOPHER TO UNDERSTAND THIS VERY SIMPLE PRONCIPLE, AND THIS IS UP
AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, AND JUST WATCH MY PHILLIES BEGIN TO LOSE
AND LOSE AND LOSE AND LOSE AND LOSE, JUST WATCH, AND YOU WILL SEE IF
I AM NOT TELLING THE FUCKING TRUTH.

 

This
moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, I took a nasty CHEMTRAIL siege on the way into
my job. Before I even went to mother fucking bed, ‘THEY’, or the
‘WOMO’, the MILITUFORCE, the Earthly counterpart of this sick and
demonic MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, pulverized me with a UTILITIES ATTACK, and
I knew I was a fucking sunk ass ship early on, and sure enough, the
cheated ICPE DOW JONES flew up for a 3^rd straight session,
and up over a thousand points, in THREE LITTLE DAYS, of picking the
fuck on poor little innocent mother fucking me. IF THIS SHIT CAN
HAPPEN TO ME, it can happen to any one of you or your kids, any time,
any hour or day, you never know when it could strike, and the real
powerful part is that after me, none of you will ever know or dare to
proclaim that it is happening. You will have more fear of the
sociological rejection and ostracizing effect and stigma on your
family and peeps, and this will totally prevent you from daring to
ever say, WOW, that shit ass Mountainpen, I wonder if I am taking
this shit like he claims and claimed to be for all of those long ass
mother fucking years?

 

Yeah,
PP, I’m just crazy huh? The funny thing is that I know you know I am
not. I do not mean the speech that all of us labeled-crazies get and
hate by the way,. Of, “Well we believe that you believe”, this is
if you stop to really meditate on it, the ultimate insult that all of
us conspiracy-victims detest and deplore. It couldn’t cut any deeper,
but we know that peeps don’t mean it for the most part, they as with
all of the other bullshit, are just part of the system of the
conspiracy, just as Fredrick Hinger March Griffin, would say it so
well, on the greatest TV-LAW SHOW of all time, “Law and Order”.

 

I
feel as though I’ve been cunt lapping hit by a Mack Truck. I feel so
bad that I am going to my doctor, hopefully I am dying of some
horrible shit, and it will all be fucking over real soon, a great way
to avoid high school, better than any of the kids have ever thought
up[ yet I’ll bet, right Road Dude? You got away with murder as Lenny
McKinnon, and did it again. I must in all fairness, congratulate you,
and tell this world that the Chrisitian Religion is a total hoax, it
was done to try and encourage humankind to become evolved into a more
humane species, and failed quite miserably. This entire thing was not
meant to happen this way, and those that insisted on going back too
far to make bigger changes, were consumed by the electromagnetic
power-fields, and turned into what we call insects. They evolved
almost as well, if not better than we did, and they managed not to
screw shit up as bad as we did, and had billions of years of
potential for doing so. Oh well, why not, Tony Z. If you needed my
hundred bucks and change so badly, keep it BRAH. Add a half penny,
may the gods bless you and keep you, and with another 24.5 cents, you
will have both your good SAR, and your QUARTER. Roger that one old
601, old pal, that is a big one, 10-4, Sally Bonivafields. Don’t be
so quick to write my junk off, old partner, you know deep down inside
I make a lot of sense, and I remember better than you do, quite
obviously, two times in particular that prove this out, once outside
your house when you were feeling shall I say, quite happy, and the
other time on the winding road down the hill, across Route 47 and the
Krazy Kat Bar, you pointed up at the fucking CHEMTRAIL sky patterns,
and marveled, I remember it like 10 mother fucking minutes ago, as I
remember high school, but then we all know why I remember it all so
well, I have repeated this fucking hell loop enough times. Thanks so
much mother fucking David Mahon, I will see you dead and buried for
this someday, you sick son of a bitch!!!!!

 

END
TRANNY, twisted old ugly granny, WHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!