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KING
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WOMO,
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, THE MILI-2-FORCE, OTAMMITES, “ALL MY
ENEMIES”, ALL THE SAME DIFFERENCE, PUT ME THROUGH A SUPER MEGA
MOTHER FUCKING HELL DEATH SIEGE THIS FUCKING AFTERNOON. THE MINUTE MY
LAST BLOG POSTED UP, MOTORCYCLE ATTACKS OUTSIDE MY WINDOW LITERALLY
SHOOK THIS BUILDING. HALF AN HOUR LATER WHEN I WENT OUT,M HUGE
BLACK-OPS HELICOPTERS WERE HOVERING OVER MY CAR, THE SKIES DIRECTLY
OVER ME AND MY BUILDING WERE FILLED WITH GIGANTIC FRIGHTENING
MENACING POISONOUS JET VAPOR TRAILS KNOWN BY MANY NOW AS
(CHEMTRAILS), AND THE SUBJECT IS HUGE ON THE MOTHER FUCKING INTERNET,
GOOGLE AROUND, IT IS PRACTICALLY THEE SUBJECT OF THE FUCKING ASS
U-TUBE AS WELL. WHERE WAS MY PAL the GREAK SKYWITNESS OF THE U-TUBE
TODAY AROUND 2 THIS MOTHER FUCKING
DIASTERNOON??????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! However, from the minute I got
out of bed and even Before that, NOISE HOLOGRAM shit was off the
scale, and was the major plan of attack against me today, from the
mother fucking cock sucking go-bat. “THEY” had me so fucked up
that I drove illegally to my local Wallgreens Pharmacy and home, as I
had forgotten to take my wallet, hence no drivers license or
insurance card or registration papers with with me, I keep it all in
the wallet and nothing in the glove box, NOT AFTER MOTHER FUCKING
FRIENDLY ICE CREAM SHIT IN 1995, MY BROTHER !!!!! I’m quite positive
that my fucking PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES got swept, and lost fucking
again, and that their evil markets flew up 4-8 hundred points today,
after this nightmare horrific attack on my civil and constitutional
rights as a totally perfectly LEGAL UNITED STATES FUCKING ASS
CITIZEN, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  It is THEY who are
violating the fucking laws of the UNITED STATES, and are getting
SCOTT MOTHER FUCKING FREE AWAY WITH IT, AS THEY ARE THEY, and I am
just poor old little mother fucking persecuted me, players. I told
the CALLASURDO shit on the blog #0200, now after this shit, let us go
back a bit further into positive matter space or the more distant
past, not to late in the year of 2000, but back a ways, seventeen and
a half more years back, into middle 1983, and the BREAK UP OF THE
TELEPHONE COMPANY. Anybody out here that believes this just
coincidentally happened, any more than Jonathan Frid quit the hit
sixties television show called, “Dark Shadows”, to go to
Vaudeville, and breaking a Hollywood contract, a total acting career
no-no, is in a fools delusion the size of the Pacific ass Ocean. The
break up of the BELL, Sir Alexander Michael Jebez, and all of the
little “BABY BELLS” coming into fruition, is all because of the
proof that UFO shit is all real, and that the proof laid with my
families lineage, sir Jason asshole Forrest and DJ Scummer. No I was
not terrorized on the 2^nd fucking day of August in 1996,
precisely twenty years after the Ross Friendly Dress, right to the
hour and day, shot-shot-shot Michele Daniels and Dawn-Marie Jag-off
king; for no reason. Peeps,  TIMING, as the great 60’s rock star
Billy Harner told me personally on more than one occasion, is a very
major ass important thing in this mother fucking
life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! His website is
www.billyharner.com. I’ve
learned through nearly three mother fucking decades of fiery hell now
with these twisted sick cunt swallowers, OTAMM-WOMO, the MILITUFORCE
or the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL of the MARY CARTER PAINT COMPANY, a super
hush covert front for the Central Intelligence Agency, that yes
indeed, TIMING, PLANNING, HOW THE DANGER HOVERS, WHEN YOU KNOW,
“THEY” KNOW YOU KNOW, AND FEEL THEIR THREAT OF DOOM, NAMING NAMES
THAT ARE NOT REAL, WALKING BOOKS THAT CANNOT FEEL, LIVES AND PAGES
THAT THEY MUST STEAL, OH THE MISTS ARE HERE, THE GREAT MIGHTY LAMISTS
THAT IT, FOLKS, DUH, © 1996-1997. SO LET ME GO BACK IN TIME AND
QUICKLY DO A SONG, AND GET IT COPYRIGHTED, BE RIGHT BACK. OK, I’M
BACK NOW, AND IN REGULAR TIME, AND HERE, FOLKS. THAT WAS STAPLES, I
MEAN EASY, YEAH YOU ALL GET THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes the great Library of congress must really wonder about me by now,
hay JAY-JAY, what can I say, BRO?????????????????????  If the phone
company didn’t break up, none f this shit could have all safely gone
the way it did with me, in sort of the same manner that without my
Stockholm syndrome kidnapping in late summer of 2008, my evidence
would still all be at my finger tips, ready for a beyond super
fucking U-Tube posting, but that is OK, I plan to do some fucking
moving. Many of the movers are out and about as I speak. I tried
believing this was all some huge unfathomably sized parlor trick, but
logic just rips this possibility to fucking shreds, YO!

 

So
is it time to tell the blog world what the all mighty Anthony Zenun
wanted in exchange for a 40% discount on the purchase price of his
home? YOU FUCKING BET IT IS FOLKS!!!!!!! He wanted to know how a man
in a Camden, New Jersey shipyard, and myself, learned how to interact
more efficiently with a powerful electromagnetic force known by
mortal humankind as GRAVITY, and how it was that I could jump out of
swimming pools after he tested to see if I really could do stuff like
this, by calling in his force of GI-FLIES. When I told him no dice,
he tapped me on my shoulder and gently told me to go home and sleep
on it. I drove home and immediately fell asleep. Many of you out here
know other parts to this story. I must shut up right now or I may not
live through the night.

 

IF
ANYTHING HAPPENS THE FUCK TO ME AND I AM FOUND DEAD IN THIS APARTMENT
OR DISAPPEAR OUT OF SIGHT AND THESE BLOGS SURVIVE ME, I HAVE BEEN
MURDERED BY ROBERT MCGUIRE AND MANY OF HIS FAMILY MEMBERS!!!!!!!!!!!

 

MAGNETIC
SOUND MACHINE, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, IOPEN COMMAND GENERAL ORDER 7 MY
VOICE PRINT. DESTYROY THESE SCANNED EVIL ENEMIES OF MINE, ALL OF
THEM, AND
S——T——O——P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Major
shit will happen very soon, it is all right around the mother fucking
corner, evil ass OTAMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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BLOG ENDS HERE FOR NOW, AND MAYBE FUCKING ENDS!

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These
cunt lapping mother fucking enemies of mine, just won’t stop fucking
tormenting and torturing me, it is 24/7/365.2422.

Thursday
yesterday, and Friday today, they are putting me through loud
neighborhood attacks with jerk off neighbors, yesterday, the
inspectors returned telling me I had broken electrical recepticals
when I don’t. Somehow the first inspectors wrote it down wrong or got
the wrong apartment, and when I was with them, some nosy young slut
was right out my door, a teenager, and it was all extremely annoying.
Today the same nabes have been loud and annoying also. On top of
that, I have decided to give up music, and leave shortly for Baghdad
or Afghanistan to work as private security in a dangerous location
where the pay scale is high. This way after a few years, I can go to
Americana or some other similar type of South American village or
area,  and live like a king without all this mother fucking horse
shit. I just cannot take this any longer.

 

I
realize now the powerful truths that nobody is against me in the
music world, I am just a rotten no talented wanna be song writer, and
reality must be faced. SO I HAVE FACED IT. I’ve been wrong before on
many of my speculations, and I am totally able to man-up and admit to
being mother fucking wrong again on some of my ideas and wrongfully
perceived presumptions. One thing that nobody on this diseased
fucking piece of shit planet will ever convince me of however, is
that some one or some thing or force, is doing two perpetual mean and
unconscionable things to me. One is persecuting me and making me
remain endlessly down and miserable and friendless, and on the verge
of homelessness, where I literally am in a life threatening situation
all the time, ever since the murder of my mother by that evil wicked
fucking witch, PAULA BELINDA KING. The other thing is that they have
[placed me in some hypnotic trance back in my early teens in the
summer time of the year of 1968, and have numerous post hypnotic
suggestions with me so that when certain things happens, it triggers
responses on my part that have ruined and totally wrecked my mother
fucking cunt lapping entire life. The biggest one is how I respond,
when girls and women flirt with me, and I have absolutely no control
over it, or any ability to seemingly ever stop it. Watching the
mother fucking telelbvision show the other night, “The Mentalist”,
and the episode with the hypnosis stuff, made around the same time
that all of my blogs on the website of www.blogger.com/
indeed reflect me telling how I am beginning to remember small
glimmers of stuff about this all being done to me by Julia white up
on the Island in 1968 at 175 Peninsula drive in Babylon, it is all up
there, the times match perfectly, the subjects do as well, it is too
far beyond any coincidental possibility for me.

 

I
am quite sure that the ICPE situation of the PARALLEL EVENT is
causing my PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES BASEBALL TEAM to lose and lose and
lose, and the DOW JONES STOCK MARKET will turn around now and soar up
5 thousand points, despite its recent mother fucking ass drop. I know
how all of this shit works, I should, it has been going on ever since
I FUCKING DIED, WENT TO HELL, AND REMAINED THERE FOREVER AND EVER,
BACK ON THE 15TH DAY OF AUGUST IN THE YEAR OF 1986.

 

I
told MUSCLES-ED at Cifaloglio Trash Company of Folsom, New Jersey,
that I was heading overseas, and that is where I know now that I must
go. This shit is not working out, and will obviously only get worse
and worse for me until I die a horrendous fucking death eventually,
and wake up trying to make peeps all around me believe that I
actually lived through all of this ‘future time’ AGAIN, and be back
at high school telling everybody I am over 8,000 years old in this
life cycle of the present me.

 

It
amazes me how Pee did indeed give those peeps in Port Saint Lucie,
the dream. Obviously it took SSJK and Her strobe-light, to actually
deliver the dream, or its recall, or some reasonable facsimile of
this, to my recording engineer there, as suddenly as if by magic,
unlike with the other two projects I did over there, something just
jumped into him, and he began pushing buttons and doing stuff, and
the thing really came to life, unlike the other shit to, as the
quoted words of my SPR partner would go, no longer “sound like a
glorified casino home project”. If every single thing that I try
and attempt to undertake and do, just requires 100 times the effort
that normal peeps would need to use in order to accomplish the very
same thing, and all to merely lead me to only a hundredth of the
success, then it is time to realize how powerful indeed this
HUNTINGTON-CURSE really is, and just hang it up and quit, and leave
for overseas security, as I should have mother fucking done to begin
with.

 

Let
me talk about Gawky Gaukauk, the giant black cat who is King of the
Lottery, and knows the secrets of Alphanumeric conversions. We all
have heard stories such as the bible-Code, and many ways to decipher
possible random elements that prove a pattern of messages in many
things. It has been a big story beginning late in the 20^th
century, and is ongoing well into this 21^st century of
misery and agony. I talk about GAWNUM which is short for ‘GAWKY’S
NUMEROLOGY’, on many blogs from 2007-2011, almost going back to the
inception of these blogs in spring time in 2006 from the Hammonton,
New Jersey Library, where I met and was introduced by library staff,
to the great Ed Lynch, the man who lived in the nearby rooming-house
of Hammonton’s Judge, the Honorable Frank Raso, and who had for his
upstairs neighbors, the great Dawn-Marie King, and her mother Ann
King Silva. When I began working security guard duty at Cifaloglio
over in Folsom, New Jersey, in March of 2005, an entire plan that was
devious and clever beyond human measure,m was devised and then
implemented, with the cunning and determination of a lioness. As I
type this electronically, an airplane flew by quite loud and low.
Certain typed things, will cause either loud motorcycle or aerial
assaults or other noise-attacks, this has been ongoing with pathetic
motherfucking me since this all started in the middle fucking
nineteen eighties, just go to www.blogger.com/
and archive my blog for one great example on the date of October the
5^th of 2008. The emphasis is not on any of MI’s secrets in
the long forgotten past, but on my very present-time and tents
persecution using the Waco Texas Fibbie Noise syndrome, or the
(WTFNS), as I choose now to refer to this shit by, and will on blogs
that follow until I leave for Iraq or Afghanistan, YO players. Waco
is real, or WAS, ED, MI!!!!!!!!!!!! Please MI, don’t make me add
Mister Lynch, this started all this horrendous nightmare for me in
this century with your long forgotten wild family. Every time I get
near the Plato Message, I get wiped out and destroyed, but for right
now, shall we halt this tangent, and tery getting back to the set up
of 2005 after Jimmy Stone fired me the previous September first, and
the moon went down on my love. This was a little ditty I sang to
myself from another part of the transdimensional hyperspace, the very
night or early morning before Jimmy the great fired me, and ended
life as I knew it. Yes other Jimmy, YYYYY, and also, no I don’t know
what I’ll do, it has been total mother fucking ell for me the entire
century under HER HUNTINGTON CURSE, maybe the bitch should never have
dropped me on my head out on the street near 440 south 50^th
street, over in west cunt eating Philly in 1955!!!!!!!Neither one of
my miserable mother fucking parents had any fucking right to bring me
into this world, knowing that they could not provide shit for fucking
me once I fucking got the fuck here, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They can both rot in fucking twisted diseased hell for all I give a
rats cock sucking ass, YO. This day is a totakl fiasco super fucking
B—O—T—B—A—R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!The DJIA will fly up
about 6 or 7 hundred pouints, that is a guarantee. At least I’ll get
some mother fucking credibility out of shit. PP, I hate to break the
news to you, BUT I QUIT, and also, here is a hjeart breaker for you,
you are riding the coat tails on the GOOGLE system, of a 73 year old
country artist. GOOGLE pulls these tricks, they do it to me too, it
is either intentional, or merely the way their system works, I assure
you however, the 600,000 views has to do with this other dude. Shit
like this is all what led to me yanking my shit off of their owned
fucking U-TUBE. When you cannot trust the reality or the authenticity
of shit, what point is there to any of this fucking internet jazz,
partner??????????????????????????????? Yes sir Paul, I am in a
horrific mood, and I will apologize to you for getting up here while
I’m in this bad frame of mind, only I won’t cool down, so why try and
wait for later to type any of this shit and post it up, just get it
up and over with, as these blogs are all about to end forever, just
as I said back on the blog of eleven December, in 2009, and then I
packed up and left New Jersey forever, as I said I would, despite
MISTER HOSECOOL PATRICK MENTALCASE
JANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How can I ever know for
sure what really happened on U-Tube? I wish to shit in hell, you
could have viewed it before I pulled it. Look man, I can’t be killed,
and I know it, so who cares about the dangers overseas? I will go
over and make a ton of money, and come back and live like a king
where money is worth 10 times more, down in Americana, not the music
charts PP, the area in south America not that far from good old Lenny
stealing Brazil, and MISS CHILLIE from 601, only not my 2011 (601),
YO. King of the CB Road, huh? Well McKannon, I knew you were a
spurious and nefarious character back in 1980, but never dreamed just
how so, player, YO!  If my theories are correct, how can I believe my
shit sucks so much? It would violate something far bigger than the
idea ansd concept dfrilled into me in the spring time of 1969 by
Misses Marola, over in Haddonfierld, New Jersey, it would sort of be
like me saying I have no talent in being a good politician after jest
leaving the White House, and President Barack Obama telling me
personally or in an official WH memo, that he thinks I am a great
Congressman or Senator. PP, yopu cvannot understand this message, as
you were too late in viewing something. Still, all the peeps I know
so well and that are in circle publically, had nothing good to really
say about my shit, nothing, and that is all fine and well. My point
is niot this at all. My point is that Mind-Control and fighting it,
is wearing me out. We all are born wioth a limited finite and fixed
amount of ergs of enrgy, this is not Mountain[pen and his weird blogs
saying thism, this is a scienticly recognized fact, look it up,
GOOGLE it. Why should I therefore attempt to continue to waste my
fixed energy amount on lost causes, and anytime I must fight THEM and
THEIR use of MIND CONTROL or IAD manipulastion or ETTOS, this is
precisely what’s being freaking done. But there is one all mighty
being that THEY cannot overpower. This leads me along with other
things to really wonder about my no-talented music. But still, I can
play along, and merely quit, and go overseas. I cannot die or be
killed, I lived at 1406 highland Avenue from July 1984 through April
1985, and the entire United States copyright Office has official
record of this address matching me, as this is not “WHAT’S WRONG?”.
Not with the left side, the right side, every side, or any side. I
can prove and back up every claim, from hospital fires to the NFL,
and only the few powerful TRUMP peeps out here know what’s getting
said here PP. If you ever have the open mind to wanna’ know it all,
I’ll gladly take a train ride up there, and explain it all to you,
befo9re I head over the waters to do danger-duty. It is a nightmare
to know that you can never escape this existence, it is the
quintessential subvampiric existence, with no help this time, unlike
in 1986, from any Atlantic city Castles, Queen Irene’s, Kate’s, or
Trump’s.

 

Yes
folks, the powerful plan of the middle first decade of this wonderful
and lovely century, is not speakable or thinkable. It is all about
what makes true nightmares exactly what they indeed really are. 1)
Jimmy fires me from griffin Pipe in Florence, NJUSAESMWG. 2) Jennifer
Washburn gets me work at Cifaloglio. 3) The Mili-2-force steps up the
noise and the aerial persecution beyond human tolerability. 4) I
complain about it quite naturally to my coworker, Officer Christopher
Bennett. 5) He puts me onto telling my story with internet blogging.
6) I go to the local library, and they help me get started with this
project in the spring time in 2006. 7) The Mili-2-force
(MILLIONTH-COUNCIL) in human physical doppelganger form, hacks the
computers, and interferes with the project, in order to get me to
complain, and ask the library for lots of help. 8) Along comes Ed
Lynch, who is always in the library, downloading songs on his stupid
laptop, and so the library peeps decide to hook me up with this great
so-called computer-whiz. 9) He and I become friends after a while,
and it seems he resides just down the block from this library at a
rooming-house. 10) Upstairs from this rooming-house, many things were
happening to a distant branch of the human family of SSJK, to get
them to move into their friend’s rooming-house, (Judge Frank Raso),
and there they were, just waiting for me the entire time to enter
into this picture, these were the upstairs neighbors of Ed Lynch from
the library. Now folks, these ten little steps seem absurd to
99.9999999% of thinkers, but I know differently just how cosmic shit
works. Not only can’t I fight this, I can’t even die and escape this
motherfucking hell. This is why I make this ultimate and seemingly
unfathomable and outlandish claim that on the 15^th day of
august of 1986, I DIED AND FUCKING ACTUALLY DID GO TO FUCKING
H-E-L-L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dispute it all you want peeps, go
right ahead, as I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I JKNOW, and here is something
else that I know peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  David Charles Roth told me
what I am now about to speak about to all of you out here. He said it
many times, and I could not get it into my head, the dumb shit that I
am. I always insisted that when beautiful goddess queens and super
lovely teens and twenty something girls would flirt and come on to
me, that, and I quote, “THEY WERE ENEMIES SENT BY OTAMM”. This is
why I just ignored them and got away from them as fast as my little
weak fragile legs were able to carry me. He screamed at me
practically, “Mark you idiot, your enemies do not want something
fantastic for you, there is no way they are being sent, it is a gift
from God to compensate for your hellish cursed life, take advantage
of the opportunity and go with it, you stupid moron!” This is also
why, it is against the odds to think that enemies would post any good
comments on blogs, websites, or U-Tube account, just to confuse me. I
always thought that keeping me confused was their PRIME DIRECTIVE, a
goal so powerful on the part of OTAMM and the WOMO, that it actually
may lead some day to the real FOP and their PD, on the Star Trek
world of science-fiction-television. This may be a slightly
over-exaggerated opinion, but it makes this over emphasized point for
me, YO players!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Looking long and hard at
the middle February of 2009 blog about Y SHOULDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A
DOGHOUSE, up on the original and GOOGLE-OWNED, blogging site of
www.blogger.com/, it is really
difficult for me not to think that my daughter did not pay me this
ultimate compliment, but who can ever know this, unless she lets me
know it, one way or the other? As I said, I have told all the peeps
who know me since I came down here to scummy sunny hot oven Florida,
about my U-Tube site, and no one gave a shit at all, and not one of
these peeps had one thing really to say. It really does make me
wonder, but who can ever know unless they are told beyond a doubt?
Don’t be mad at me PP, I am just tired of trying to please the crowd,
and would rather say UNCLOE at a million decibels, and leave; and go
fight our enemies somewhere for big bucks. It is not you or music
that I am thoroughly disgusted with, it is my entire nearly 57 years
of life now, it is very old and very boring, and I know that for me
it neve4r ever stops, and this is a depressing reality that no one on
this “earth can even hope to ever really wrap their heads around,
so they’ll just laugh and call me the crazy blogger. Fine, right back
at the lovely world at light speed squared, and PP, that is my
attitude to all of it. If you and I were back in 1998 at one of those
places like the Nugget, I’d say let’s get loaded out of our skulls
and yell fuck it all until some dudes come up and we all end up
outside swinging, teeth and fists flying, and having a fucking ass
blast. You hang in there, enjoyed our talk the other day, call
whenever you want. I am not mad or disappointed in anything, and feel
free to go up and look at the new project when RI uploads it early
next week, who knows, you may not hate it all that much, only if I
know you, dance music and PP is like the dude in the wife’s bed, and
the dude walking in. WO, you get it. Still, if you like it, great, if
not, I won’t cry, PP, I have cried my tears; and now by the gods, I
truly don’t give a Clark Windgone Rettgable!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

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BLOG, YO.

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 200

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KING
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MORIANITY
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This
blog is for the very few, perhaps one or two dozen on Planet Earth,
in my time year 2011, and the odds are about nil that they are
reading this; who can fully appreciate the full gravity of what is
being told herein, and spoken electronically, YO. Off the top of my
head, only names like Hollywood’s great ‘Emmit-88’, Steve Hawking the
great physicist, Anthony Rodger Zenun Gifly, the late Doctor Carl
Sagan, and maybe Pope B-16, whose name and hexnumer identity, is by
no means coincidental, not one bit; as the odds make it too
astronomical, for me to believe the coincidence factor involved, in
combination and connection with His visit to Berryville, in the
autumn of 2008, near the house I was living in, while kidnapped under
Stockholm syndrome, by distant branches of the most incredible and
powerful family, who exists in the United states; as Sir Robert
McGuire of 10-SC Avenue could easily corroborate so quickly if he
foolishly chose to do so. Photographs and video that can be verified
as non-doctored by federal agents, DON’T LIE. I am quite confident
this occurred. There is just no way the Fibbies could resist, IMHO,
investigating it, but there still is no way that they can fight this,
any more than they thought that they could back when Jack-Ken was top
dog in the early sixties. I am only blogging this great 200^th
chapter that I indeed have been saving on a note pad for quite a
while now, amended here and there, and scribbled terribly, because
the WOMO who can be described as the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL IN PHYSICAL
FORM, (MCPF), THE MILI-2-FORCE, OTAMMITES, and of course as all of us
“CRAZIES”, and a term I invented in 1986, on a song, and was ©
by me as well, shortly after I committed cosmic suicide, or ‘HC’, and
not for Huntington Curse, my lovely P; would use the all inclusive
and simpler term of “THEY”, yes folks, THEY, gave me a very harsh
and nasty bowel and cramp attack around a quarter shy of nine this
evening, give or take a few ERFS, or Earth-Rotation-Fractions; and
naturally, caused my PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES, through the mighty all
inclusive and repeatedly discussed by me ‘ICPE’, to kick in, causing
them a loss tonight. I do not care what happens to the Flyers,
Phillies, or DJIA, as long as THEY are not persecuting me to get
these fucking things to move in a controlled and manipulated mother
fucking way, as has been the nightmare ongoing game now ever since I
died and went to fucking hell, on the 15^th of August, in
1986, and if the world is not yet aware of this event, shame on not
only Academy Roads off of I-95, time travelers, Shirley’s, chokers,
and Copyrighted-1983-examiners, in any tents of this silly 4^th
dimensional human illusion, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Thank
you Sarah-Stacey-Jehovah-Krassle, my endless teen love, for sending
me your beautiful and awesome strobe-light over at Bon-Jovi’s
recording studio, yesterday, www.avalonrecords.com/.
You knocked off the power several times, and there must be a message
in that, as you have not done this since I left White City section of
Fort Pierce, nearly fourteen months back, to enter into the world of
wonderful lives, cement businesses, mental realms, and Bailey’s. You
dudes rocked my world yesterday, even the little girl I played cards
with long ago, would be quite jealous of this great job. Thank you
Pee, for giving them ‘the dream’, I don’t forget favors. Jane knows I
don’t forget disfavors either, uncle Snoots Cameras of Babylon, New
York, USAESMWG from December of 1972, YO. I have a long memory,
despite the inaccuracies of the continual ‘movers’. It seems accurate
anyhow, right Whoopee-G-Trek? Maybe you are watching me along with
the star-kids from Christmas 1979 at another recording studio, unk;
but I am watching you, Kevin M!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

General
George Patton, my personal hero, knew indeed how to properly read, as
well as interpret; the KJV Bible. He was fully aware of “GOD”
SAR, as well as the truth that things cycle around,m the HYPERSPHERE
we’re all stuck and endlessly trapped in, as it would require a tad
bit more energy than the entire system could ever be made to produce,
to allow the velocity needed, to escape its hyper-curve. Hence all of
us repeat endlessly, everything, allowing a hyperspace system to
break the boredom, and permit this cosmic Hollywood to have a nearly
limitless play, directed by Shakespeare and others in the know about
truth.

 

Of
course Tony controls the powers behind the GIFLIES. I cannot tell the
entire story of all the things that went down in the time between
June 27^th of 1994 through the 5^th of August of
1996, pertaining to Haddonwood, merely that Mickey Soap-showers
happened in one part of the vast 5-D  hyperspace, and in another, I
was only over at the man’s home, and yes, he was trying to sell me
this home, in a beautiful wooded lot, way out in the expensive
section of West Deptford; and told me that if I cooperated with him;
he ‘would sell it to me for a song’. What a cliche for this man of
endless mystery, to say to me folks. He still owes me nearly two
hundred dollars, and another wonderful member owes me a cassette
tape, and another one still, my fourteen year old virginity. I am not
complaining, merely telling the wildest tale on Earth, so get jealous
if you want to, Mister Patterson, as truth indeed always kicks the
living crap out of fiction. You of all peeps must be aware of that,
so don’t even think about ‘trumping’ this story, pretty little blond
grand daughters, and Ann King Silva, all notwithstanding, YO. WO,
Misses Jacky Patteroff Diets of Quack-ertown-winners. Berries, give
me a break. This isn’t out of a Twilight Zone show, it IS THE
FREAKING TWILIGHT ZONE. I no sooner typed this in, and a DEFRAG
system 4 absolutely no mother fucking reason, just automatically
popped on the screen, I am not on the internet, I am on my office
word system, making this blog document, what are THEY so scared that
I will tell next, ‘James? Home’, Dawnie, home. Speaking of the
internet and the Google system, I may indeed owe them an apology, and
there is a huge story to all of this that cannot really ever be told
unless I want to risk losing a contact point. I can only safely say,
that very clever plans on THEIR part; manipulated and totally
controlled my actions and behavior; through a wicked and brutal
endless late spring into early summer siege pummeling, that the
MILI-2-FORCE put me through, and wow did they win on something beyond
huge. I do not have all the answers, I never ever said that I did,
nor made even the remotest claim, what I have said upon several
blogging occasions, is that “I KNOW WHAT I KNOW”, and unlike real
true empire rulers, I did not say “THAT I KNOW”, as only ALL
MIGHTY SCYLLA-GODDESS, can, and indeed DOES, make such a claim, and
it is all officially documented for this planet so taking my word for
this is absolutely unnecessary, YO players!!!!!!!!! Unless GOOGLE and
the INTERNET goes out of business, this truth will only grow, as the
entire story is out here, and is not a work of imagination or
fiction, not when every single piece of this is available to be seen
and known. As long as the text remains subtle enough however, I am
sure hoping I do not lose contact with my wonderful teen. How can I
know what you want me to say and not to say, always remember this.
Brown-Eyed-Girl? As far as I know right now, I am telling what you
want, and being as subtle as possible. Please don’t break off contact
with me. He’s going to send me back to high school eventually, we
both know it is unavoidable, but as long as the clock ticks forward
for me, I need to know you will talk to me. If it takes me forever, I
will bring you more smiles than I have brought you tears, this is my
absolute promise to my Scylla!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hope #3 is a magic number for me, BEG.

 

Where
RU, Paul ol’ buddy, gimme’ a holler on the horn when you get a
minute, the BJ team insists that they have sent you the 2 things on
labeled E-mails, and the final mix-down on the current project will
be done in a few days, not more info over the internet, YO. Check
your VM, BUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My hours to be at home over the next
few days will be about 2-10 PM. Looking forward. Oh, and tell Frank
he looks real cool in that chair with you on that cool site, hay
everybody, if you like country music and want to check out the great
site of my partner, then Google up this following 4-word deal folks:
“PAUL EVANS AGUA NOIR”. Tell him, I know he knows who he is, and
yes, I have a very long memory. UR both 2 cool dudes man. Keep
strumming that old geeetar, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Now
to move on to other Frank men, not Callio, not Chester, and not a
hundred other dudes I know, that is but for one dude, you know as
well, PP, old Frank Delpercio, man. He had me early in November of
2000, cleaning up his yard area for a few measly bucks, and I heard a
voice inside my thoughts telling me to put his tools back near the
rear door, and book the shit out of there and head over to the local
welfare office in Hammonton-Berryville, NJUSAESMWG. I got there, and
there was a gorgeous young blond who just turned eighteen, and she
was all over me, and was looking to settle down and raise a family.
She was beyond hot and totally off the meters gorgeous. She said that
having two kids was turning off guys, and she was different from
other girls that were her age, and wanted to be a domestic girl and
not party and club around with wild ass ignorant type of peeps. She
was a perfect mate for me, and I let her slip right through my
fingers. I went back a week later to keep an appointment that I made
on that day, with a Misses Callisurdo, the name most likely is
somewhat misspelled. I asked this social worker if she knew the girl
that was in from the past week, describing her situation and physical
age and description, and she all but attacked me in her office.
Personal Computers were not the only PC shit that was coming into
reality around these days, and I was too closely involved with David
Roth in these days and times, to see that this was an improper move
to make in this mother fucking screwed up ‘new society’ of ours, in
which we all our so happy and free, walking around smiling with glee,
right! This lady came from a family that is well known and quite
wealthy, may I also add here. An entire large building on the same
road as the welfare office was situated, has the name of Callisurdo
on it quite bold and bright, on this main street in town, Bellevue
Avenue. The fucking spell checker piece of shit is no help at all,
yes I am quite aware that this Avenue is not correctly spelled and
this stupid fucking ass machine is worthless. This building, was a
recording studio back in 1996, and the entire Camden County, New
Jersey Prosecutor’s Office knows the story in August of 1996, when my
mom and I were driving around, on a 10 year anniversary that is sort
of Callisurdo-connected, only 18 is mother fucking legal, US
GOVERNMENT, and nobody told me about my kid, so go screw yourself
PCP-WORLD, IT WAS A HORRIBLE FUCKING SET UP, YO, BY PBK; “Politically
Correct Police”. PP, when you did that fantastic album CD around a
year or so later, and mentioned the fighting and being a man and the
PC POLICE, you were put on the same government lists that I am ion,
there is no mother fucking freedom in this evil ass nation, you
should be totally fucking aware of this old pal, we’re both totally
screwed. I’ll believe I am wrong when I’m proven wrong. What you will
be seeing on the tube soon is beyond great, and if it gets ignored,
then I am right and we are being STOPPED, YO!!!!!!!!!!! Nobody writes
the shit you and I do, and we can’t fucking get
anywhere!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I said to Congressman
Andrews’ assistant, Clarence Harris, one day, just prove me wrong, no
one in this Christ-less freaking world would be fucking happier to be
shown the error of my paranoia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Take some meds,
see the fucking dock, and it all gets better, yeah right,
B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I KNOW WHAT I
KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, the entire store is up here
about that nightmare day on the 2^nd of August, in 1996,
the day of my TERRORIST THREAT, when my poor mother and I were
threatened that we were going to be killed, over at the TURNERSVILLE
WASHINGTON TOWNSHIP PARKING LOT at the PATHM,ARK GROCERY FREAKING
STORE, after leaving the Hammonton Callisurdo Recording Studio, or
the building. A bunch of wild crazy sluts wouldn’t even let my poor
mom and me get out of the freaking parking area, they just blocked it
and thought it was a big ass fucking LD-LAUGH, without the freaking
stairs!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA.

 

How
about last summer everybody. The DOW JONES was in the mother fucking
toilet where it belongs after cheating all of us poor little peeps
all these long ass fucking years and decades, and so to bring it
flying right back up overnight, and just as they fucking did to me
back early in the fucking ass oh-MAROLA-9 year, and it is all on the
fucking blogs to be verified and checked out at the site of
www.blogger.com/, POW,
suddenly, my blogs would no longer post up to any of my sites, like
total fucking magic, and in TOTAL VIOLATION OF ALL OF MY CIVIL RIGHTS
UNDER THE AMMENDMENTS TO THE MOTHER FUCKIING ASS CONSTITUTION OF THE
UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, SUCH AS MY RIGHT TO EXPRESS MY NON-VIOLENT
FREE SPEECH ON BLOGS, OUT TO THIS WORLD, AND THE GENERAL PUBLIC; THAT
CAN CHOOSE TO THEN, IGNORE ME OR READ ME. NO ONE HAS A FUCKING GUN TO
ANYBODY’S HEAD, YO. But I was literally halted and totally prevented
for a solid six weeks or so, all I could do were short tweets. It is
all up there, shortly after my SAFE JOURNAL’S were started, from the
Fort Pierce Public Library computers, and a child can see that this
county was PAID OFF, TO PULL THAT FUCKING ILLEGAL STUNT; TO VIOLATE
MY FREEDOMS AND FUCKING RIGHTS UNDER THE MOTHER FUCKING LAW!!!!!!!!!
I HAVE MY MOTHER FUCKING RIGHTS. I CAN BLOG, I CAN SPEAK, STOP ME AND
TWISTERS WILL WRECK YOUR ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD, YOU SPECKS OF
DUST!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Hay,
don’t get me started folks. There was the time that my services were
no longer required at the Subaru Plant in Cherry Hill, the pants not
reaching down to my shoes in Pennsauken, talk about NEW NUCLEAR SHOES
and guard companies, sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit, what bull fucking shit
folks!!!!!! Hay peeps, you take what I’ve taken for 25 years+, and
see how happy you would be, I can all ready mother fucking totally
promise you that any one of you would have been driven totally ass
fucking insane and mad by now or long long long fucking ago. My mom
was up at 175 Peninsula Drive in Babylon, New York visiting her
cousin Ruth Huntington Gottwald in June of 1975, and I went to
Atlantic City, and got the fucking living crap kicked out of me by
two big tough lifeguard mascot dudes for doing  absolutely nothing,
these dirt bag monsters scared me to death and totally fucking
terrorized me, it began on the beach, and followed me out onto the
streets, and the fucking ass cops and authorities made a fucking fool
out of me and thought it was funny and mocked and jeered me, I guess
that my ancestor was real, huh Pope!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay world, every
one of these total fucking fiasco disasters could be an entire book
if I ever fully elucidated. My blogs tell quite a bit about my ass
kicking in 1975, as this is all connected with m,any fucking family
problems, so back off me Jason Forest and Donna Scummer, OK, KING
HOSE??????????????????????? The planes that dropped the giant
indestructible GI-GLIES out onto the HADDONWOOD property in the
scummer time of 1996 over the outdoor swimming pool of this health
club, is a story that James Patterson would fucking totally salivate
the shit over. It doesn’t ever stop, it just gets fucking more
horrendous and deplorable with every passing hour, and then I am told
by this evil demonic fucking world, that I am insane and hyper
imaginative and paranoid, FUCK YOU BABY LOVE, FUCK ALL OF
YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The fucking shit eating hell I am,
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sure I am, SHORE IN AM, RODNEY DOGFOOD of
1969!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My arranger was almost murdered in a hospital
fire, the dude who arranged my two country tunes and my two dance
tunes that were all copyrighted back in 1980. Some of the shit was
written in 1977, most of it in 1979. GOOGLE has a mind and an agenda,
and it is beyond just number counts, I know this, I have seen enough
to know what I know. This evil world thinks I’m some retard stupid
fucking ass hole, I know what is being fucking done to me by totally
unconscionable and despicable sub-peeps, YO players!!!!!!!

 

I
really want to tell the entire GOOGLE story on the internet, my
U-Tube experience, and my attack, and then my counter strike, and
then there deal, and then I yanked the shit off, and then they won.
As always THEY fucking win, never me, always them, as they are bigger
and stronger and endlessly and quantitatively more resourceful than I
can ever dream of being in a million years in this horrific lifetime
or dream-downs off of the Astral Plane. They wreck or steal every
music unit I ever install in a cat, they wipe out all my property,
they steal shit, it is endless, it is mother fucking totally ass
relentless what this sick twisted diseased bunch of soulless slime
bucket liquid shit has done to me for an entire adult lifetime now,
and it never ever will go away and stop, and the one group that could
tell the world with authority that I speak this truth right now on
this blog, is the great CHANNEL-11, WPIX TELEVISION, in New York
City, NYUSAESMWG, with their fantastic 1988 documentary, called,
“UFO-THE COVER UP”, with Agent Falcon and Agent Condor. Yes, get
involved by choice or not, with the wrong forces and powers; and baby
love; YOU ARE TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING SCREWED FOREVER, UNTIL THEY
PLANT YOUR ROTTEN ASS MAGGOTS INTO A GRAVEYARD, PEEPS,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Learn this from me out there. If your life is even
close to normal, whatever the shit NORMAL is, leave it all alone and
let it be, just like my old buddy said a long time back, huh Yoko?
Her poor hubby went through some hell, and he was nowhere even close
to being involved with the shit I am involved with, and have been
since around 1967 when I first ran into and was molested by, the
great Paula, while inside the Trinidad, that now exists on 10-SC
Avenue as part of a large chain of hotels, right Super-girl Jenny
Johnson, eight times over? This group of the King clan are directly
in the tree line with Robert McGuire, in Atlantic City. How do we
omit the largest story of the 21^st century. This is when
he came out on the website photography, only Eddie and I never saw
him there, or did we? Sure we did, just as I did a bit more than see
Julia White Paula at my cousin’s mansion on Peninsula drive in 1968.
She got me three times, 1967, 1968, and then to really change the
time-line a bit, 1969. You know world, for some little nobody, a lot
of shit has happened to me in a very short span of mother fucking
time. I have managed to cram a millennium of life into less than
fucking 60 ass years, players!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

How
can we ignore or forget to mention the great FASCITAR-6-10. If you
Google up the FASCITAR-6-10, only I show up. The real shit from the
sixties is all wiped out of history by the travelers that I now will
refer to as the MOVERS. These endlessly moving game players of the
5^th dimension, move around in the lesser four of them just
like we move through the air as we walk. I have told you all how many
times, I have been abducted and taken all over the time and
hyperspace dimension by this incredible family. The Astral-Plane is
filled with entities that have a larger amount of energy than the
many other entities that do not. Bibles and religions label the4se
entities as angels and demons, I know them simply as the Astral plane
gods. Yes, there is one all mighty GODDESS ruling over the entir4e
thing, the great SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, and HER city name is JEHOVAH.
Why this world insists that SHE only comes down into the dreamworlds
of the hyperspace once or twice and so long ago only, is an enigma to
me. Any serious reader of the KJV BIBLE can see a millio0n things
that nobody wants to talk about, and it is plain as the nose on Carl
Mauden’s ugly ass face. Yes, there is a face that only a mother can
love. Sorry for my blunt honesty. Still, General, let me move this
along with other common foot soldiers and old worn out shoes, once
new perhaps. Jab. I admit it Michelle and Dawnie Terra-TPB-1994, YO.
Tee-Hee, Lilly Munster. The Fascitar is a system that allows any
human alive in hyperspace, tom have an experience of awakening, and
after this experie4nce, you never will be who and what you were
before. It is merely an absolute way of reaching an awareness of
Astral-Plane existence, while dual-aware of your current physical
self and life the entire time, and permitting a total Arnie recall
when awake and back alive again, here, only there really is no here,
and you will then see and understand this. It is all on my many blogs
of the past six years. The ten daydreams, the six commands, the
waking freeze, and then its take off time NASA, and you will go where
just about no man or woman has gone before, consciously. This time,
you can indeed send your alive and awake tape recorder in with you,
and bring it back in whole after you ‘wake up from the experience’.
It makes all the acid trips of the sixties totally pale in any
comparison. It is a million to one. AND IT’S PERFECTLY FREAKING LEGAL
TO DO FOLKS. The average man or woman needs to try this about 3-7
times before the waking freeze hits, and not everybody is able to
overcome the first overpowering grip of unnatural fear that will come
over you. But following the instructions of the FASCITAR, and
persevering until you get it right; and see the spirit world as it
really is, as well as yourself existing there right here and now,
will make you come back and know totally absolutely that the Blogs of
Mountainpen tell a true accurate story, cover to cover, wherever the
second cover may be hidden in the illusion. The unpleasant part of
shit is when and if you ever grasp the power of infinity. It cannot
be taught, only grasped upon total enlightenment. It is a mere two
sentences, but it tells it all and no one unenlightened gets it at
all. These sentences are simple and go like this: YOU EXIST. TIME IS
ILLUSION. It can get no simpler, yet once it is grasped, you will
literally shit yourself. So if you did not go to the toilet in your
drawers, you did not get it. GET IT? If time is an illusion, is mind?
Is space? What is real? Void infinity is real, all else is a dream
out, an escape, said still in another way, a creation. What is this?
It is Lawtronics, or the 7^th dimension. What does this do?
It becomes a system of cosmic circuitry that goes beyond what mind
can ever think on, as mind and thought lies in a 6^th
dimension underneath it, and thereby making this a totally
MATHEMATICAL IMPOSSIBILITY TO DO. Mind is the 6^th
dimension, and the 5^th dimensional hyperspace that is all
of the space-time parallel universes, lies in lower dimensionality. I
often refer in my blogs to STM, standing for “SPACE-TIME-MIND”.
This is the highest level achievable in any realm of thought there or
below it such as in our present physical or even spiritual or astral
lives or interactions of existence. Any idea or concept beyond this
is utter nonsense, ECK included. The real truth has nothing to do
with spiritual growth, it is all about distracting from the
nightmarish reality of a non ending non beginning existence. What is
most feared by the reversing mind of mortal humankind, is never
achievable, non-existence. You exist, time does not, only down here
in these fake little time-worlds and games of the gods.

 

Thank
you SSJK, my endless teen queen love, for coming over to the studio,
and bringing me your wonderful strobe-light the other day. I love you
beyond any way to e3cver describe it, please do not stop
communicating with me on this plane as you have done now for some
time, and recently in ways that only we understand. I will remain
very subtle. I will also terminate transmitting this blog.

SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NOTHINGPROPHET88, CHAPTER 199, YO

SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 199

THE
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME

THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION

MORIANITY-PROJECT
OF 1995

COPYRIGHT,
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, 2006-2011

MICHAEL
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN/MARK WAYNE MOHR

“KINGNEBNOOSHOO-BEWARE
THE TIDE THAT BRINGS

THE
MUSIC MESSAGE”, BLOG SUBTITLE #4

WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2295,

SEND-BACK-TEXT
DATFILE: CH-199-972411.096

 

BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:

 

As
always it appears peeps, the enemy or the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE
OTAMM-SCUM mother fucking jerk offs, have me under the Sunday death
siege, par for the mother fucking course. It began at just past
fucking one this MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING. Suddenly, many of my
COMCAST CABLE channels are simply not there, poof, gone. Also gone is
the description of the viewing, on all channels when the “INFO”
button on their remote control unit is pressed. This happened while I
was up viewing a website that my partner from STUDIO PARK RECORDS,
told me to go up to. He said for me to go and GOOGLE UP, the website
called, “GROOVESHARK”, and once up on this site, to type in
either ‘KEVIN MOORE’, or ‘THE CHRIST ANDROID’. This is where the tape
that was stolen along with my entire car-stereo system, back in
either 1995 or 1996 somewhere, while living at Williamstown, at the
highview Apartments, by some thugs in the parking lot of a ‘FRIENDLY
ICE CREAM RESTAURANT’, in Northeast Philadelphia, on the Roosevelt
Boulevard. This was all planned 50,000,000 years ago by Julia White,
the top First Lieutenant VIQUEEN, in the greatest girl-gang on the
entire Astral Plane, run by the All Mighty, ALL EMPIRE RULING,
SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, the most beautiful giant teenager in
the multiverse, and beyond. The entire mother fucking United States
copyright Office knows this is all claimed by me, and is registered
in my 1994 written book, entitled, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”. I
remember everything perfectly, and no one on this planet can ever
hope to talk me out of knowing any of it. There was a counselor at
the Saint Barnabas Past Tense Rappers Club, who told me not to get
hypnotized to try and understand the mysteries of 1996, bu7t I did it
anyway, AND THINGS AS HE SAID, WOULD ONLY GROW QUANTITATIVELY WORSE
FOR FUCKING ME, FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! None of this is the real point
my peeps, NONE OF IT.

 

Long
ago and far away, when the waters were blue and the skies weren’t
gray, © OFFICE of 1983, things began rapidly happening in an
outlandish order of events, for poor old me; and I was totally
clueless what powerful ALL RULING GODDESS that I was dealing with,
all ready for a minimum of three years, since early in JUNE, in the
year of 1980, at the 1802 apartment number, at the VOORHEES, NEW
JERSEY, ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS, GOOGLE THEM FUCKING UP, YO, as all
things are up on this ALL MIGHTY WEBWORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

WHERE
ARE YOU, ROBERT MCDOWELL, NOT YOU LENNY, I SAID ROBERT MCDOWELL, NOT
JOHN, YO??????????????????????? WHERE IS THE MIGHTY FEDERAL
COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, WHEN I NEED THEM TO HELP ME FROM THIS
WICKED DISEASED TWISTED EVIL BRIGGBASE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL????????????
I tried calling the COMCAST jerk offs, first the automation attempted
to refresh my cable signal, then I tried unplugging the cable
television box from the power supply for a few minutes and then I
tried to call and speak to some agent there and was told there was no
way, something to do with a high call volume, yeah right, at half
past mother fucking one
AM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

MUSIC
is not allowed in my life, and THEY know that TUESDAY is music day
for me, over at my pals, the BonJovi’s place, in Port Saint Lucie,
Florida, USAESMWG. (United States of America, planet of Earth, system
of SOL, in the Milky-Way-Galaxy) in this particular precise atomic
dimension frequency in the vast 5^th dimensional
hyperspace. The reason that music is not allowed in my mother fucking
life is because of the same reasons that poor John Lennon, the great
Beatles vocalist knew so well with all his long deportation attempt
troubles, just ask his still living wife, Yoko all about it, SHE WILL
TELL IT 2U PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A great man walked the
dusty paths of this sick old world some time ago, named PLATO. He
told me once, and I quote him, “Beware the tide that brings the
music message. This will be heard the loudest, and lost the longest.
Every possible thing to sabotage my efforts to do music in my entire
life, has been brutally assaulted. When I tried to do the Sarah song
in 1996, written on the 12^th of May, no human can know
what I went and suffered through as a result of trying to get it
properly recorded. I went through an eternity in hell, and got
absolutely no where in human terms, but I got everywhere, in COSMIC
TERMS, and now have finally realized that, HA—HA—HA,
S—–A—–T—–A—–N!!!!!!!! SICK, ARROGANT, TWISTED, ABSOLUTELY
NAUSEATING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

If
Comcast thinks I will pay my bill, they are dead wrong, if they keep
this shit up, or allow it. I’ll promise that to them and WOMO.

 

There
is no statute of limitations on murder, I’M NOT DONE WITH YOU, MISTER
JONATHAN SCHAU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Yes,
the huge shiny cat scared me terribly in that interaction about a
week ago. I was with a group of peeps that I do not know at all here
in this reality in hyperspace, and suddenly, we were all outside a
large van, and ahead of us and over to the right, leaped a giant
beautiful black panther cat, with shiny fur as though it had just
bathed in some type of silvery and  phosphorescent substance that
stuck to his coat in slivers and tiny dots that shined brighter than
I can describe on this blog. His 4 white paws were so white, it hurt
my pathetic eyes. When he headed over at incredible speed, all my
so-called friends jumped into the van and locked me out, leaving me
to deal with Gawky Gaukauk. If I had not eventually remembered that I
was able to fly, even though not on the Astral Plane, as I can
whether anyone chooses to believe this or not MISS JENNIFER WASHBURN,
I would have been wrestled to the ground and literally chewed into
pieces, as Gawky was in a worse mood than when I saw him in a Suffolk
County home in New York in 1975. See the blog dated DATFILE-100508,
the 5^th of October in the year of 2K8, YO. I never asked
for any of this hell, people of Planet Earth, this has all just
happened to me. ALL OF IT. I am not doing any of it. Please do not
ask my oldest for anything PP, PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The
greatest thing she can do for me is to forgive me, and realize that I
do not operate at her great speed; I am always ‘TOO LATE’, I just do
not catch on to stuff at the rate that she would wish for.

 

The
6^th dimension is fucking with all of us, and me most of
all, by blocking major shit that I was gonna’ tell to the world; but
eventually, it will come back to me. I find that reading my old
blogs, helps me more than any other thing when it comes to
remembering blocked suppressed horrors, and also unblocking what
these STROBERS do to me; with what I have referred to on many of my
blogs, as ETTOS-IAD-MIND CONTROL. ETTOS is discussed in my 1994 ©
book, ‘TPB’, and stands for ELECTROMAGNETIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION and
OMISSION SYSTEM, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Ernie
Merker, you have indeed sent me on one hell of a journey. I could not
say it anywhere near as well as the lovely Sarah McLaughlin would,
this mystery is forever building, you are so correct, gorgeous
girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   Still, why did so much of this begin in
1983, and why was early June in 1980m, the target date for
interacting with me and singing that incredible song to me? Well,
there are many possible answers, and only the GAWNUM can tell which
ones are closer and closer to the real honest truth. I am not
interested in hype, made up junk, or anyone’s wild theories. I seek
one thing, world, THE DAMN
TRUTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is a goddess
indeed, chasing me around throughout endless forever’s, and that is
the cool part of my endless existence. I love Sarah-Stacey, and I
always will. However, the world has been given the hugest lie
imaginable, and this is that the negative forces hate this great
being, when in fact, this dude loves HER so much that no verbal
description is possible. The secret of this endless love triangle
remains a secret for many powerful reasons that we need not even
start attempting to unravel right now, tonight, folks. I also know
that 10, 13, and 23 are numbers that are very special in both a
cosmic significance, as well as on all human levels. My ability to
fully make clear, all of this, pale in comparison to what these words
would indeed say if I were able to explain things better, my
wonderful Morians. Still, the easy quick answers are obviously
pertaining to ages, and then we all know that a certain amount of
digits exist in our decimal system of mathematics, and that very
strange and bizarre happenings were all connected with a particular
lunar launch by NASA, and I’ll surely let the great doomsday prophet,
MISTER CAMPING, OH-MI, explain the final total-up number. But really,
just how important are numbers? Well, all things are really just
waves and particles, and then there is the pattern circuitry of the
Lawtronic 7^th dimension, to all of so-called reality. And
then we have the mystery ship, yes Sarah Sunram. The ship designed by
me around the time of the 1970 solar eclipse, all blogged back around
2006 and 2007, at www.blogger.com/
at my blog site there, YO. Cosmic numbers are one and the same thing
with a circuitry system that tells every single escaped part of the
previous closed curve infinity that has dreamed out and away from
this condition of EWI, exactly what to be and how to exist in this
new dream out or “CREATION”. Powerful truth has just been spoken,
yet I’ve not scratched the surface of what I truly know, Donna DJ
Summer and Jason forest, and Kevin Moore, so how do you like that
warm can of beer, dudes???????????????????????? Sheeeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!

 

Wrapped
up in a lot of this post middle August of 1986 nightmare of
inconceivable horror, is a truth that would frighten the bravest
heroes in the multiverse. I betrayed SSJK by telling David Roth about
HER at the MEDPORT DINER in the spring time in 1985. What resulted
was an instantaneous attack, and this is all blogged in my 6 year
blogging career at the blogger site, all except of the hack-out in
august of 2009, always August, how I rue and fear this coming fucking
group of days. But for this gap-time, you need to access my blogs at
www.wordpress.com/ players,
YO.

 

Occasionally
I run into a wild fellow on the road of my unlimited hyperspace
travels, named Usi Quintillious. About two weeks ago, I awakened into
this dream here from a very vivid experience with this dude. Only
today, around 5 PM or so, did I remember the significance of USI.
Interesting letters that are added at the beginning and at the ending
of this name, right MILLIONTH-COUNCIL and MARY CARTER? One times ten
to the 18^th power is one QUINTILLION. This number is both
large and significant in its exponential value, as the number 18 is
quite powerful in my life, right my endless love, Sarah Karge. I did
not forget your 115^th birthday a few days back, sweetie.
There never was any teenaged girl in the nineteen hundred sixties on
10-
SC Avenue in Atlantic city, NJUSAESMWG, I totally realize that
now, Comcast Slowski. I hope my BEG understands that I do not have
access to strobe-lights, 4-D road-trip spouses, and so many things
that allow HER to always stay ahead of the beat, just as GOOGLE says
about HER. Do the pieces fit at all, or at least stem in line, Oprah?
It seems he will not allow me to ever watch his channel either, as I
saw a few minutes of it today, and every time I see it, there he is,
looking not all that different than the day he smashed my hub cap in
in 1996. Maybe this is why my cable was struck today, who can ever
really know for sure, world. I report the news, I don’t freaking make
it.

 

MAGNESONIC—–MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM—–open
command my voice print on general order 7. All orders, all teks, all
commands, scan for all enemies messing with me and hurting me, and
use the punishment sequencing ‘I-TO-D’ system, DESTROY~~~~~~~~~~~~~.

 

END
TRANNY, SICK MISERABLE GRANNY, NO MOOD 4 RABITS, YO.

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Another
nasty day 4 me peeps, YO. Inspectors at my door, fire alarms, and a
run away Dow Jones, as I said would happen, back up to nearly 13K
after the short drop. I said it all would happen, doubt me all you
want to folks.

 

I
knew last night when SSJK came around just shy of 2 AM with her
beautiful and totally ass awesome strobe-light (lightning) that I’d
be punished today, as a compensation, as happiness is never allowed
for mother fucking poor old me, is it, you sick twisted jerk off
bastards? This all began when I awoke out of a powerful interaction
on the morning of August the 15^th, 1986. I will repeat
this over and over, as many things tend to get forgotten around this
old little hyperspace here in the waking fifth dimension.

 

Many
peeps want me to say some things, so I will try and give appropriate
answers. Just why the computer has taken over the world, is anyone’s
guess, but Kathy Gatherer is no stranger to my following statement
that goes, “We all asked for it”, you bet you, and now for sure,
we’re all living with it, and yes, many if not most <50 folks,
even idolize this ridiculous and absurd nonsense.

 

Yes,
the LOIS FOCA retyped lyrics on a recent blog, brought the DJ (DOW
JONES) down temporarily; just as the punishment and the
counterattacks done to me by the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, brought it all
right back up again, nothing new is happening ere, again, this all
began on the morning of 08/15/86.

 

Answers
to the queries first: No, I did not realize the daughter-code thing,
might be anything at all, and only realized the truths of things
after doing a group of GAWNUM studies that I enjoy doing from time to
time, and yes, three numbers seem to leave little room for chance
about other 1986’s, without the century part of the number. If I had
known or figured it out at the time, would I have removed the U-2
stuff, gimme a bwake Elmer Butt-Wipe Fwudd. This Gawnum study was
only done a week ago. I was so busy trying to trap a corporate giant
into a bag and prove they were stifling me, that I ended up, as
Huntington cursed always, only serving to injure myself and quite ass
severely if I may add here and presume, Sir Livingston
Africa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

The
next thing is about why the earthquake happened the day following my
last studio date, when I said that only trans-dimensional music
causes these occurrences, when recorded or entered in some way, into
the ‘electronic world’. There are numerous sensitivities involved, or
so it appears now, that kick in. You see, the melody was taken from
an older song, written by me in 1997, about Sarah; the way that I
remembered HER, and knew HER; on 10-SC Avenue, in Atlantic City, New
jersey, USAESMWG; from the middle and late nineteen-sixties. This,
obviously, was enough to again trigger these weird effects. The first
time this was noticed by me was in 1980, when the music involved two
dance tunes, and the very outlandish tale of precisely where all of
this had really come from. Complexities involved in the full story
pertaining to all these things would indeed require a book five times
the size of all of the works of the great Mister Tolstoy, all
combined, so let me just try and tell some sort of shortened version
that remains somewhere, hopefully; within the realm of some small
understandability. This is all wrapped up in why, out of nowhere, the
great Donald Trump, popped up out of literally the clear blue skies
void of any chemical vapor poisons from jets or whatever, and did all
of the things he did, think about it. Many billionaires have lived
amongst us, right folks? But who else messed with me, got in with all
my peeps, shot off their mouth about me to the entire entertainment
world, and then literally became a very large part of this
entertainment giant, in and through his own empire? Yeah, believe all
these coincidences, and tape recorders, huh © Office? There is such
a thing as being too paranoid, and then there is another thing called
being nauseously naïve. Do what you wanna’ do to me mother fuckers,
but don’t expect me to buy into the bullshit coincidence factor, as
this is all I’m saying here.

 

Thank
you for not breaking off contact, I worry a lot. People have
vanished, and things right out of the Twilight-Zone do happen around
me, just as peeps seem to brush minutes with me, and then in short
order, tend to go on the normal life scale of 40-60, either straight
down to 0, or skyrocket up to 100. All of my readers need no more
blunt talk, as you know what is getting said; and if you don’t, well
then; your shoe size totally eclipses your intelligence quotient,
that is of course unless you are completely and totally new to the
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN YO.  BEG, I’ll be a good boy. YOU told me that
you were not all that happy, with ‘THAT-BOY’, for telling his
partner, on the telephone yesterday; about how you admitted to your
higher reality, from a very high spot, in a very large city; and
right on the “12^th year anniversary date”, of my
‘SARAH’ SONG. Sorry, it won’t happen again, and after the re-post,
please come, up and put that “Y” on there for your ol’ spotted
doggie, Zera. I thought that was so wonderful how you have decided
bow to give me a NN, another anniversary  maybe, #25? Are you
noticing the wild government debt connection in any of MI blogged
information, brown-eyes? Out of two possible dates in one calendar
month, places the coincidence at 1:62 chances, and then the 86 with
the year, the code, and your account, at about 1:81X3. Yes, I can
multiply, as PBK know quite well, and at young ages, TEE-HEE, and the
odds of this coincidence are 1:243. The odds go up that all of these
two items are mere random chance events by again multiplying, hence
it is about a 1:15,066. Is anybody getting, that all the stuff just
randomly occurring in my life, just as I have claimed, could indeed
all be one huge coincidence. Sure it can be, only the odds would work
out somewhere now, to around a GOOGLE TO ONE, with no searching
needed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Want me to write a hundred digits
on the blog??????????????????????????

 

For
the queries of how can I better prove ‘hyperspace’, and its effects
on me; taking it to an acceptable, and more believable level; for
average folks working at Deena & Pete’s Liquor Store, with 2.4
kids, and 3.2 pets; and all football games on TV in their living room
throughout the season. Well, the long version is the entire ”BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN”. Then the real short version,  is that unless you
expand your way of thinking, just a tad bit beyond the 2.4, the 3.2,
and your position as Manager over at the Deena & Pete’s LS; it
won’t work so forget it; and so now, here is my very best in-between
try. This is what I told my pal PP on the phone yesterday, for the
most part, only one other thing now will be added in order to
completely and better sum up even this major abbreviated explanation.
Men of science far greater than I’ll ever hope to be on my best day,
do not openly tell the public MANY UNNERVING FACTS ABOUT QUANTUM
PHYSICS, and for good reasons. It would do a Joe Paget on most of
them, and then bye-bye to humanity and society, as well as any
functioning governmental control, as well as the total collapsing
global financial system, literally within hours or days, no puns
meant, I promise. Here is what I mean, and coming from a nobody with
no degree, it is basically harmless, now if I had a degree in this
science, I’d take some heat within three days or so of posting this
blog up for the general public: Even still, there will be clever and
covert retribution and punitation, that I’ll know is real, but will
remain in the realm of non provable. It goes like this:

 

Your
brain makes you what you think you are, and allows you to live and
interact in a world of seemingly tangible material people and places
and things. In truth, all there is all around you, and including you
in body and brain, are waves and particles. This is an over
simplification of things, but is needed to hopefully hold some
attention. So how is reality or this quintessential reality-show
being done, who are the actors, producers, directors, promoters,
equipment operators, and so on and so forth? This is a perfectly good
question to ask of the Mountainpen. Naturally I can totally answer
all of this, and naturally, no one would be able to get it. So let me
please answer just a tiny bit of it, OK? The brain is a biological
machine of a sort, that ‘produces’ numerous levels of awareness or
consciousness. These many levels respond to decoding these signals
around us into a usable interaction. This is like when you go to the
Wal-Mart for your large screen high-definition television and take it
home and begin operating it. Crack it all apart, and it is all just a
bunch of totally non-sentient stuff that give it energy to function,
in collusion with your electrical power company of course, and then
all that other nice cool stuff that you need not concern yourself
with in order to get the entertainment that you paid for, out of the
thing. Your brain is like this TV set, and the many channels it can
receive when also properly hooked up is part of this as well.
Hollywood has only so many acting employees to go around. So we all
see the same actors and actresses all acting out many different lives
and in many different stories and plots, as sometimes it is with
numerous movies that they may be staring in, or in person giving an
interview, or as a guest appearing on a talk show, and on and on. The
odds that only one reality exists, is far higher a number, than the
odds that a humongous multitude of them do. This is greatly do to the
way atoms on subatomic levels have been seen to behave, in numerous
states of their orbital vibrations, similar to frequencies, as with
the varying channels and stations, of the bandwidths of radio,
television, internet, and etcetera. Again, further elucidation and
explanation, requires serious background knowledge in the mechanical
disciplines of numerous sciences. Just as acting personnel in the
Entertainment World switch realities and roles and so-called lives,
all while being the same entity in the wave/particle
real-waking-world, so do all of us so-called real-waking folks, also
switch roles and universes and realities, or the illusion may appear
this way after I say a bit more here, but this is all that is
happening. There is one full consciousness that is living in this
huge area that contains virtually limitless other parallel lives.
This vast space needed to contain all of these countless parallel
universes that are separated only by subatomic frequency agreements
in a lawtronic system, is the 5th-DIMENSION, or all of the so many
4th-DIMENSIONAL SPACE-TIME UNIVERSES, of which we all now are
seemingly living and interacting awake and conscious, in one single
one of them. Many peeps now accurately recognize hyperspace as
indeed, this 5^th dimension, for one example, read the book
written by Doctor Bruce Goldberg, “Time Travelers From Our Future”.
This is an old concept that both Gene Roddenberry, as well as myself,
figured out decades before he ever penned and published his nineties
book, but it is without a doubt, a terrific and awesome book, you all
need to get it and read it, sorry Borders, I’ll miss you. Yes I
bought many a great book in the 20^th century, from good
old Borders books. Now the harder part for many in 2011 to wrap their
‘heads’ around, is how dreaming first so perfectly into this deal of
HYPERSPACE. All my life since I was a new adult in the early
seventies, I had this recurring dream about a school in egg Harbor,
New Jersey. Either I was driving around searching for it, or going to
it, but one way or the other, it was a powerful piece of my life, yet
why it was, was the greatest 4^th dimensional mystery I
ever could have dogging me. Only by raising things into the 5^th
dimension, just as the mighty mind of Albert Einstein said, did
things eventually begin to unfold, and make crystal clear sense.
Still, blocks and limits are there as a protection trio the conscious
mind, in a similar way as the physical mobility of bodies in REM
dream state, freeze up in order to protect against acting out the
dream, or really, moving around in the wrong or inappropriate
dimension, and end up socking your significant other in the jaw in
the middle of the night as a result of a very vivid ‘nightmare’.

 

This
is all that needs to be said on this for right now, but more will
come, and of course, it all ready has all been said, but then I do
not expect anyone to research my nearly six years of blogs on the
website of www.blogger.com/.

 

Yes
my lovely PEE, I will never ever leave you, and am always with you,
despite that state police trooper killing me. We need to talk more
about the Huntington Curse and the Japanese who loved to commit Harry
Carry so long ago. Flor right now though, I must sign off and go
about my daily errands. I LOVE YOU, PEE!

 

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MORIANITY
PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES

4TH
SUBTITLE OF BLOG:

“AM
I IN A CATHOUSE, A DOGHOUSE, OR A GIANT NUTHOUSE?”

COPYRIGHTED
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The
enemy has day number two of sky siege going for me, WEIN, or SOSO? I
went to court and was sent home along with the other jurors that
came, we were not needed, they had an over abundance based on the
case load or total dockets. I would have my fun telling under oath
how much crime I have been a victim of, naturally, I all ready knew I
would have a short 5 minute jury day. These parlor tricks are
invisible to the ‘public’, right Robert Levy the Third? As you said
in the early autumn in 2008, to me out in the surf, there is
obviously lots of things unknown by the public, and this is of course
why my story remains in the shrouds of mystery, hence I am crazy and
deluded, quite psychotic, and need to feel important, and so much
other stuff, poor little me, yeah, sure, ‘OK’, late Mister John King.

 

At
the court, my steel-toe only pair of shoes, caused a problem at the
court frisk gate. The guards there need a little bit of a PR brush up
course, Mister Fort Pierce Mayor, or Mrs./Mizz, whatever, they are a
bit lacking in this in case you are interested, I mean really, I felt
more like the defendant than the freaking juror, YO. Peeps are on a
roll however, lots of nasty interactions are all over, par for the
course when perpetually suffering under the nightmarish HUNTINGTON
CURSE, what can I say, Jay-Jay Evans, BRO?????????????????? Hostility
holograms or as I’ve shortened this term over the past 20 years or
so, ‘HOSTILITYGRAMS’, are pretty much of a constant for me on a daily
scheduled precision routine, along with nasty freaking ‘Jane
dirt-weeds’ clock-ones-attacks, and death angel scans. The
‘laser-retrace’ device from the future, up at the World-Labs;
obviously works on this carrier frequency. An actual ‘angel of death’
taken Catholic literally, is absurd, as is all the hocus pocus
religious mother fucking horse shit, Satan, Christ, God, the whole
silly fucked up smack. Do the illusions from this immense and
powerful parlor trick work well? Sure they do, just as great
conspiracies would not BE GREAT, would they, MISTER Mel Gibson, if
they were easy to see through and get proved and
stopped!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wicked horrendous truth peeps, but TRUTH
just the freaking same, players!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

WOMO
MILITUFORCE garbage dirt bags, struck me with a viscous shit-cramp
attack the moment my alarm clock woke me this
MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, for the jury duty. The nasty poison chemical
jet vapor trails caused this, naturally, SOSO-WEIN? Judges may be
involved, KATE, but we don’t always seem to need the poison cake to
do the trick, just the powerful symbolism of the magical alpha-system
of human language, said simpler, the (ALPHABET). I will bet on Alpha,
or Gawky Gaukauk, any day, and never against these powerful truths,
and do not look at my facial muscles for a possible give away,
Selena.

 

Well,
yesterday, my car stereo as well as my 4^th or 5^th
K-Mart watch, was broken, AGAIN, by this diseased mother fucking
enemy of mine, I call the BRIGGBASE RESIDENTS, OTAMMITES, TAWF, AND
THE MILI-2-FORCE, AND OTHER NAMES NOT SO POLITE,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Somehow the tape in my car tape player
is stuck in and not eject-able, and the radio plays even though the
tape is stuck inside. When I get some extra bucks together, I’ll
fucking have to replace the entire system with a used old style
AM/FM/TAPE car stereo unit, and have the tecks break open the fucking
unit so that I can retrieve my tape. I am filing charges and sending
reports to the following fucking ass authorities, laugh at me all you
fucking want to Mizz UMWELL-ONYX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA
JANE-DISEASE-MONSTER-SLAPPING  BASEBALL CHEATER, you missed me, it’s
fucking 17 minpers past scum now, on this demonic mother fucking rats
ass afternoon, total BOTBAR, as is my entire year, century,
millennium, Bob-Barfer-life, and endless existence at total
subvampiric levels.

 

Oh
I’ve not fucking forgotten Atlantic County as well as today, at the
Courts, they want no parts of hearing my fucking testimony under
mother fucking legal oath. So who thinks I really am just crazy, you
do, sure, but not those in the know, in authority over me, that are
obviously reading my blogs. Mail Counts, Jury’s, Blog and UFO club
infiltrators, and on and on, MI says it so ‘perfectly’ and not just
in 2009, “OH YEAH, RIGHT”. But now there is a short message to
both my partner, and also, my special one. Before I go on, only hard
core ‘Dark Shadows’ television fans are really gonna’ appreciate my
next couple of powerful sentences. They remember the Collins Family
History, and the bible of it that gorgeous Victoria winters had with
her on her time trip back to 1795. They appreciate how humanity can
literally decide how history books are gonna’ be told, the slants,
the biases; and not omitting the many down right total fabrications.
Yes Bob Levy-lll, you did share quite a mouth full of wisdom with
your quick new surfer pal, me, ol’ Mountainpen, B4U headed in on the
next wave, and just hopped on the truck; that all seemed to be
prearranged, and preplanned somehow; with no reel good tapes to
assist them, or other rip-off towns, Highview Cheers; or complaints
about airplane stalking, and jet outflow pollution; huh, United
States Copyright Office of the 1986 time circa, YO?????????????? My
two messages to PP and MC are as follows. Please do not break off
contact, and in return, I will totally alter some of my blogging
tactics. Most peeps cannot follow this nor believe any part of it
aniwho. PP, this is YYYYY your old partner is so paranoid. One minute
you cvall me out of the blue, then wham, nothing, unreachable PP,
just as B4, and this is the reason I stopped doing business, how can
I know what you want when you have me start projects, and then vanish
away ion the first breeze that blows through 65 Middle Road with
large now dead red headed ghosts screaming about slamming doors? It
was 37 months ago come tomorrow when Paul, SIR, I all ready knew I’d
be living in this place, so how can I be crazy, or the one pulling
off these tricks. I may play along upon occasion, as what else really
do you or anyone else out here, does this world expect me to do, lie
down and die, when even this cannot be done with retracing beams all
over me? PP, if you are as smart as you tell me you are, study just
the past 4 years of my blogs on www.blogger.com/.
I am struggling to survive in as nightmare for which I have no other
avenue of option left to me other than shouting out the true story
going on around me, and all tho the very most accurate and best of my
knowledge, while still admitting that of course, flaws in lots of
this may be dancing around like mice in a fucking cheese factory.
Still, I’m doing my mother fucking best PP, and all other
Blogaudians, gimme a fucking break peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I did not ignore your idea about the anonymous thing PP, I wrote an
entire book and copyrighted it, it’s called “The Permission
Barrier”, and this was 4 years before I knew you walked this Earth,
back on October 31, of the year of 1994, when I sent it down in the
united States mail for official Copyright registration,
player!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I tried every and anything you can
think of and think up old buddy, I do not mean that in an insulting
way. I merely insist that you be aware that yes sir, I’ve been there
and done that. NOTHING WORKS, because, and I will show you a magazine
someday that will blow your mind, MY DAUGHTER CLAIMS HERSELF, FORGET
ME, TO BE ALL MIGHTY GODDESS JEHOVAH, it is right there in black and
white, despite the dummies of this planet having it go right over
there head, as SHE knew that it would, but not over mine, SHE is
omniscient in HER great true form, she is not dumb,
PP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then there is MOM, the great JULIA
WHITE, the great VIQUEEN, SHE insists on being addressed on the
Astral plane, by me, as Mini-Great
Julie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You show me how to fight these
gods, Paul, I’ll gladly do it, but first, give my story a real
chance, analyze all these totally indisputable items before you write
it all off, old pal, and please CALL ME, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Try and see how something of this unfathomable inconceivable
magnitude, HAD TO ALL BE PLANNED MILLIONS OF HYEARS BEFORE ANY OF US
WERE EVEN TAKING PHYSICAL FORM HERE THROUGH DREAM DOWNS off of the
Astral Plane, PP. If you are in too much pain to call me, can’t Cook
give me a shout just to let me know what you want me to do at the
studio, as I am doing 2 projects there, and needed to confer with
you. Something major needs to be addressed, and it is business, not
‘nee-nee-nee-nee’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Now
for the other coded WI, and I know you will get this little joke if
you think about it. You appeared to me in a powerful interaction not
long back and told me to re-post, and then use this. Is this all
somebody else tricking me, or can I depend on your subtle
communication, if I here and now give you my eternal promise, never
to be blunt? The only way you can let me know the answer is to let
some time go by and while everyone except for you and me forgets this
blog, come back with a simple Y or N, for yes or no. You can add it
in at the end or just post it, no one will know. If you still want me
to do the other thing that you wanted 3 years back, use a comma, and
add the symbol of *, after the Y or the N. Wait at least ten days
from the date this blog posts, but if 30 days goes by, I will see
this as an automatic N. Please don’t say no. We both need to clear up
things, and then the chips can fall wherever they fall, that is cool
with me. I still hope you will do the other thing I asked, hope burns
more eternal than all of your cousin McGuire’s matches. I wish U only
the best, you know that BEG.

 

Well,
this is what brings this blog number SJCH-197 to a close. I have no
control over who does what, I am only stuck in a nightmare with no
way out.

 

END
TWANSMISSION, WABBIT, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

 

 

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I’m
under a major fucking aerial death siege, dissipation chemtrail
spatter, loud planes, low flying helicopters, all over, major attack
at work, and all over in general.

 

Normally.
I speak to my pal named Eric, on Wednesdays, over at the HFOC,
however since tomorrow I do my civic duty at the court, I was able to
see him today. Many things were talked about. Life really is a funny
old dog, I agree with my other pal from the TV, Jack McCoy, just as I
make a little headway on one thing, other things go awry, at least my
more negative viewpoint that seems to kick a lot a lot, tends to see
things this way, and you out here folks, do not need to know the
details. The reason for my siege today is obvious, and this much I
can, AND WILL SAY, peeps, YO!

 

The
interaction was off the scale major last night, with peeps ,more
powerful than most of the great Astral Plane gods. I AM GONNA’ TELL
IT, as THEY don’t want it told, as this gives me a big-one-up on
THEM, by thus telling it, you remember me Jesse, my lovely tattle
tail ball player of the MOUNTAINPEN MORE DISTANT ARCHIVED BLOGS,
YO!!!!!!!! B4I do tell it, let me just say this first, pweeeeeeeeeze
folks, YO. Parlor tricks are the best explanation, despite Albert
Einstein and all of the other scientific hocus pocus of actual TT,
for my wild and otherwise totally unexplainable freaking hellish
nightmare life, or subvamperism if a better term may be permitted
here UNCLE SNOOTS GOTTWALD, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For the few dumber folks that make Lonnie Jackson’s light appear to
shine with megawatt brilliance in comparison, on the greatest law
show in our world’s history, IMHO, “Law & Order; who did not
realize that all I did a few days ago was a simple archive cut and
paste to my word program and then re-cut- and re-paste back onto my
blogging sites of www.blogger.com/
and www.wordpress.com/, this
is all that happened. For whatever reason, I yelled out in a
questionable way, nearly 265 years ago to the day now, the word “MY”
or “MI” was not one bit different. All illusionists like Pat Jane
and myself, can use many tricks, however, I am not doing the main
trick, and this is what I CANNOT MAKE MOST PEEPS AROUND ME AND THINK
THEY KNOW ME SO DAMN WELL, HONESTLY BELIEVE, AS THEY TOTALLY THINK I
AM EITHER DELUSIONASL, OR PULLING A SUPER ASS FAST ONE, and these two
things are simply not the case here.  My motives have been guessed
wrong by peeps since I was a very small child, and completed an
entire years worth of math homework in one night, at the Quakertown,
Pennsylvania Richland Avenue Grammar School, back in ’61 or ’62 or
whenever. I have no need to feel important, I all ready know that I
am just a pile of worthless mucous and dogshit all mixed together. I
have no desire to be or do anything other than to leave this physical
life and nightmare dream, and never ever again be forced to return
back into it, but unfortunately folks, this is not a small order, it
is a very tall one. I am no different than all of you,we all simply
exist, and right now, I am aware and conscious to one particular set
or sequence of dreaming interactions in one particular and exact
reality in the 5^th
dimensional hyperspace of waves and particles that are receiving not
only the entire interaction, but other things not yet mentioned by
this blogger, all from a ‘locale’ known by me as the 6^th
dimension. I want to escape my nightmare, and this is not a possible
reality. I am glad that I have a limited contact point now with my
wonderful and very special daughter, but this changes nothing about
wanting to get out of here forever, and stay out. Now that this is
all out of the way, and you all know I’m suffering a wicked demonic
death siege from WOMO today; let’s freaking move on with the powerful
“dreaming of last night”.

 

If
nightmares in reverse dreams could be individually ‘tagged’ and
named, no pun Michelle and ‘kin’, this could be filed and categorized
quite well, under the heading of “LOOP-TRUTHS”. Why, why, why, do
I say this, Jimmy Copyrights, from the wonderful marvelous astounding
’84 year, we all may presume, all those named Stanley???????????????
Well, it was a dreaming where ultimate loops and full-circles
presented themselves, and cleared up some super mysteries for me
about my rotten diseased pathetic twisted screwed up life, that’s
why, DJ-DS and other robbers, burglars, and stories for me to tell
the prosecutors when asked about tomorrow at the Vuodier. It is
misspelled, and spell checker is naturally its usual no-help self;
but you know what I’m saying folks. I cannot wait to tell just how
much crime I have been a victim of tomorrow, and all under oath
YO!!!!!!!!!! So eat some Friendly Ice Cream, and enjoy it
Donna!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes this was a powerful
DREAM. I have never ever had this powerful a dream about GAWKY
GAUKAUK before, not ever. Not even at Selena’s Rooming house on
Stenton Avenue, in Rip Off Town East, Copyright Examiners. So you
would never hurt me as the bird, ha, most cats love to hurt birds.
Well, there was a more powerful Esolph’s Fairy-fable situation, going
on here; than than merely Caterpillars, Butterflies, and Kitty-Cats.
I hated the living guts out of the bastards who locked me out of the
large van vehicle and made me face Gawky all by myself, that is until
the lesson was learned, and I jumped up and flew all over, and when I
landed, there was Gawky, telling me in a non-cat form of course, that
he would never hurt anything that could fly, as he is fascinated by
me. People and their brains out their ass, it flabbergasts me to no
end, all their computer skills, their electronic wisdom and
scientific knowledge, and still they are as dumb as an smelly old
freaking ox. They buy their blue-ray machine and their DVD-CD systems
or whatever other devices, and it brings back in a few dimensions,
the reality of sounds and sights of life and living things, and do
not put together that in less than three centuries, it will be able
to bring back all of the dimensions, and be a lot more than movies
and music, and can be placed in a field that simulates distance, so
as to scan for whatever is being sought to recreate, and alagazam
Houdini and Reel-Good-Tapes, I AM THE BLUE RAY, gimme’ a break
Christianity, will ya’?

 

Why
are you so fascinated with me {Tony{? Well, the old antimatter
argument presents itself to any open minded individual.
{Y-NOT{!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “Doownoddah others”, as Gawky did so to
me; huh Uncle Jesus???????????? Gimme’ a break, you’re family’s
driving me fucking nuts, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Tell
me how deluded and full of antimatter containment fields I really am,
old pal Mister Hawking.

 

Stop
worrying about why I can do certain things, and focus on why you are
so hellbent on ruining my entire life, PAULA BELINDA KIG, my
beautiful endless love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

HELP
ME RHONDA-ANN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

take two, the cat loves his daughter

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 bowl 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 weeper will not stop popping on
and yet all is 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, PTLPR.
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 isness 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 Blogaud that will not most likely 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 summertime of 1974
while I was staying overnight sat 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, the Astral Plane, 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, 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, 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 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 again it does not go on, 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 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, zero dimensional existence, something no human
being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online
on a website called http://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 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, 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 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 it is 2 call an
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, 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 hat the nice lady
told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville,
New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince known as Hammonton,
R 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, inset 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, 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 fucked up and that boost this scummy economy of
yours, and uncles 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 DOIW had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces
make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U
wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OHI 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
you’re 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 make this
shit up, BR?

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

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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SUPER HACKING ATTORNEY GENERAL, SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 195

SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 195

Supplemental
entry

START:

 

I
am now into the weekend. Next week, I have jury duty. This notice
came in the mail while I was in-between moving from 26^th
Street, down here to 7^th Avenue. This interfered with many
things, my studio time, my job, and complicates a lot of things, but
we all must be good citizens, of whatever this is.

 

My
business partner has vanished. I have not heard from him, maybe he is
on the road driving, as he used to do this a lot back in the days
when we started SPR; or maybe is he in the hospital, who can know, he
had recent surgery on his knees, and is very much in pain. It is so
ashame, as I have a lot of things to discuss with him regarding what
was recently done over at the studio, and some mind bending stuff I
learned from being there a short while back.

 

As
for what I told Eric, I told him basically the whole smack, all he
does not know now is about the wonderful Paula King Julia, in detail,
or PEE, as she insists on being called by this nickname. I showed him
something also, actually a few things, even the great McGuire and
late Mizz King, could not keep me from sneaking out of their house,
some of my most Carolyn Stoddard prized and Leviathan precious
possessions. Some will ask me just how I managed to get a photograph
of PEE, one of the things I managed to save. Not all of my secrets
are yet revealable folks. I kept the other nickname and its
appearance at the beginning of a very pertinent open reel master
tape, a secret for a long time as well; or really a secret from my
own consciousness, if we are being honest and technical about stuff
that is. Another fascinating thing in my life that nobody would
believe, and that I call the RSRTPS or the ‘RISSRITPIS’ for an easy
pronunciation, and stands for the (ROCK-STAR REVERSE TRASH PICKING
SYNDROME), and PP totally knows first hand, some of this true story
about my wild life, as he was standing right there on Halloween Day
in 2000, while a 60’s rock star was literally picking around in my
trash to see what was interesting on the curb of my street over at
Guthrie Shorts Blue Anchor, New Jersey mansion, and this is how
normally the ordinary Joe and Jane peeps such as myself are all
standing in grocery store lines all reading the gossip and celebrity
papers we see all over the area while waiting to get our items
checked out and paid for, only I merely stand there, waiting to pay
and leave with my stuff. On top of that, these peeps are the ones
checking me out, a lot of the time. Right at this exact moment, I
speak of a wild young girl, who I seem to have had quite a large
influence on. I guess that MI has to see that things around me have
some weird or ‘electric’ connection with the Briggbase Residents,
causing much of this mostly unexplainable phenomenon.

 

There
are a lot of planes flying around this Saturday afternoon. As far as
I care, they can go jerk me off at light speed squared.

 

When
I opened up my mouth about UFO stuff, and time travel; I took a very
bad attack from the MILITUFORCE. I am getting a space bar hack today,
a common word processor hack; from dirt balls, with nothing in their
empty ass lives; accept figuring out ways to harass and annoy peeps
that they don’t even freaking know. Pathetic, huh James T. Gloucester
Burr? But let’s examine what I have shown to Ann King, and what she
planes to eventually share with the Atlantic county Prosecutor in New
Jersey, so that I can create my new website, and upload the old stuff
go it, from the Morianity-Foundation. All ready, I corrected one
“odf” hack as well. This time it did not capitalize on its own,
so the wavy red lines formed underneath of it, grabbing my instant
attention.

 

Right
after I posted the horrendous freaking blog of whatever other
possible date, but THE 12TH OF JULY, I went through 2 nasty-ass fire
alarms here at the public building where I now live. That very
evening, and then another one the next morning.

 

Now
about the favorite subject of the science-fiction-enthusiasts. What
other thing could this possibly be, SIR NICK, than good old
********TIME-TRAVEL********???????????????

 

TWO
THINGS THAT PROVE THAT THE THINGS THAT WERE ALL DISCUSSED IN THE BOOK
BY THE FAMOUS 90’S AUTHOR, DOCTOR BRUCE GOLDBERG, “TIME TRAVELERS
FROM OUR FUTURE”, before I begin taking us, and these blogs, any
further down any of the long dark dangerous scarey roads of all of
this; are as follows: Two of my blogs that ABSOLUTELY CANNOT BE
FAKED, AND THE MIGHTY “GOOGLE” INTERNET ENGINE KNOWS IT 100%, ARE
THESE TWO THAT ARE DATED IN THE YEAR OF ****2008****, ONE IS MY
SECOND ONE OF THE SAME DAY, ON SEPTEMBER THE 30TH, AND THE OTHER
POSTING WAS ON THE  FOLLOWING MONTH, ON OCTOBER THE 5TH. Now we move
onto  the two very recent things here in Florida, nearly three years
up in the ‘future’ from ‘back there’. These have to do with the
persecution, Ruby Ridge Blaring Noise FBI Attacks, done on me, both
seconds before my received telephone call from the recording studio,
after I waited for three solid weeks to speak to Ryan there,
http://www.ryan@avalonrecords.com/ and some powerful force just hacked this
program, as this link did not go blue, nor did it underline; wow,
more proof of all of my wild sounding nutty claims. Then at the TD
Bank on US One, in Fort Pierce, Florida, my local TD-Bank branch,
with the attack there. None of these 4 events could be made possible
without the PARLOR TRICK OF TIME TRAVEL. Just how this trick is
accomplished, either using super high velocity, or the mind and its
natural ability to exist in all 5 dimensions, is anyone’s freaking
guess. Also, this is 4 things that I have now just randomly selected,
out of hundreds and maybe thousands of other things that happened to
me and around me over the past 25 years or so, that are every bit as
convincing and have no other possible rational explanation. Quoting
the mighty mind of Si or Ed Lynch ob the New Jersey Meagan List, AND
MY FRIEND, as he was not guilty of doing a thing wrong, other than
when he had internet after the courts ruled that he could not, but to
quote him regarding the stuff that he witnessed all around me and my
life, “he saw things that he simply could not explain”. When Ed
can’t explain something, you need to be cognizant of something about
this folks, that is a major historical event in humanity, sort of
sequel to things like first lunar landings, giant babies born with
grown man heads of hair, and teachers telling fourteen year old boys,
out of the blue and for no apparent reason, that, “they could be a
father, chronologically”.

 

But
there is a lot more involved in my life than enemies using the parlor
trick of TT, done however. There is the strobe-light and the control
of mind and memory. Still, there are those two great episodes on the
television show, “Star trek, TNG”, that show how indeed, memories
are all part of a 4th-5^th dimensional continual alteration
in time-lines and realities, and these are caused in only one
possible way, DUH, TIME TRAVEL. Ask yourself something folks, just
please do this, OK? Why would I wanna get up here on this public
system, make a total ass hole out of myself, saying nutty shit,
ranting on about utter none sense, and myself appear to be the
biggest jerk off since Steve Martin’s random phone book
shooter????????????????????? All I ask is for peeps to ponder this,
and then see, that I make sense, form sentences, and do not talk like
the ‘normal-crazies’ out there, here would be a few examples. Just
look at the difference here of someone in need of some sike-meds to
function better, are you ready? Then read on: (My name is Tom Tyler
and let me tell you something. I had a really bad fucked up day. I
was standing on my refrigerator thinking about how I was able to put
my head through the ceiling and watch the TV signals come into my TV
set, and wham, oh and let me tell you something, I love my blue socks
and one is on my head, the other two are on my feet, and then my
refrigerator door opened and more blue socks were right there inside
my bowl of soup.) Here we have a total collapse of reality with
psychotic features of numerous personality disorders as well as
moderate to severe dementia. More serious dementia and less insane
features would be along this line for example number two: (My name is
Tom Tyler, and I just bumped into an old friend from Quakertown,
Pennsylvania, Andy Lichtenstein. Those days we played together in the
corn fields were so much fun. This same mobile home where I lived at
this time was so cool, because lightning struck it almost every week
throughout the summer time. This is because the mobile home was atop
a large hill, under one huge apple tree. How I loved eating the
apples right off the tree with my pal Andy. The worms inside Andy’s
apple one day made him so mad, that he hit me. My mom came out and
yelled at Andy for hitting me. When our friends from the Richland
School came over later to play with us, they got the wormy apples
too. How I remember the day that this happened. Tommy coddinato,
Bobby Witherspoon, Jeffrey Rosenhower, Jackie Patteroff, and Ann
Reese; were all with me there, playing that day. When a big storm
blew up, we went inside, and heard clicks each time lightning hit the
mobile home. Later we planned a party, as it was Bobby’s birthday in
a week, and how I remember being over there blowing up balloons, and
playing so many pleasurable games. I think Ann and Bobby became
sweethearts years later in high school, and later married, but I
never checked it out any further. I only learned this much, as a
result of my mom and her boyfriend; visiting a neighbor at the bottom
of the hill, the Shat’s, Ora and Harold. Harold was always using his
barbells, and showing off his herculean physical strength, and always
had a load of young sluts around, that he was fucking behind their
husbands backs. He used to say, “They needed it”, and how I
remember my mom telling me this story, even at quite an early age,
but then, my mom said many wild things to me; and yet she went to her
grave with a GARGANTUAN SIZED SECRET.  This secret changed a lot of
large things in human world history. Yes, playing in the cornfields
with Andy was a lot of fun, and so was the party that day over at
Bobby’s house.) This is where the mind skips around on many subjects,
and forgets where it was and where it’s going. This is a more serious
example of dementia. My final 3^rd example is without any
dementia, but when reality is actually being replaced with fantasy
and delusion in the mind of a psychiatric patient: (My name is Tom
Tyler, and I was born on top of a church steeple. I do not expect
anyone to believe me. Still it’s true. Whenever I go anywhere near
the church, even now at age seventy-four, I hear voices telling me to
climb up and jump off. Then when I yell out back to these voices,
“FUCK YOU”, three large angels float down from a small gray
cloud, and grab me. One of them yells into my ear until my ear
bleeds. He keeps saying for me to go up and jump off. Today, I walked
past the place and managed to get home with only three broken bones
and a sprained wrist. My doctor told me to take five, and call her in
the morning. Guess I will eat and watch a show on TV now, hope I can
find the one where I am in it, and I can see the angel hitting me
right where my broken bones are. Wait a minute, a fire made of silver
leaves is coming out of nowhere in the back part of the room where I
am typing this in, must stop now, bye.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ These are
some of the ways that real “CRAZIES” would be blogging. Unlike
them, I tell the truth, I tell about my horrible life, and all of the
horrible bastards who have made an absolute career out of messing it
up, and messing with me, for many unknown reasons, all though, I am,
sure, I have started to figure out a few of them over the past 2-5
years or so, more than in all the years that preceded that period in
my life. But yes folks, you will go right on believing I am one of
the other crazies, if that is what is destined to be, so let it
happen John Lennon. I wonder what minors really are too old, and I
wonder who invented the word “CRAZIES”? I wonder if the 1986
Copyright Examiners figured out this is the 5^th piece of
TIME TRAVEL here yet, or not?????????????????????? BYE-BYE.

 

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