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I awoke around shortly past nine, and had a much better night of sleep than last night into Friday morning. It has been nice and cool here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USA, ESMWG, for a week now, oh praise be to the gods and the goddesses.

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Well folks; the Briggbase Cult Residents of the PHASE-2-REALITY, are indeed, the VERY HEAVY breathers. Ask any real Dark Shadows fan, as they’ll freaking tell you, without any qualms or trepidations; let alone one tiny bit of hesitations!!! You know the silliest part of all of everything? They know I could say stuff that would change the world tomorrow. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT; I would be locked up, and dissected, and gone; should I be foolish enough to really ever do that. So what would I possibly have to freaking gain by making this ultimate stupid move, when no one is one bit appreciative, of all that I have told already? This is sort of like the quintessential DUH, kind folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet!!!

Frank Callio the GAP, like WOW, I died from a fatal heart attack late in 2006, and was taken to the following May by Almighty ”GOD” and shown how Frank was able to talk to me when other humans were not since they were alive, an di was in Astral-Body. I never even knew that shortly before May of that year, Frank had passed beyond this veil of tears we humans call ”PHYSICAL LIFE”, not until about three years ago, while living here in Florida. Tell me I am imagining all of that too, oh wonderful world out here, go ahead, YO BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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More of Mohr, is something that the vast majority don’t want!!!!! Totally erasing me, and obliterating any trace that I ever lived here; is the new prime objective and goal of my enemies, the Mili-2-Force, as Morianity labels this group from HELL! SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0200

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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 200th 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 15th 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 4th 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, http://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 the 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 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 27th of 1994, through the 5th 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 are 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 on, as 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 story is up here about that nightmare day on the 2nd 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 PATHMARK 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 http://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 FUCKING 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 many 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 I 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 their 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 car, 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 21st 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 5th 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 these entities as angels and demons, I know them simply as the Astral Plane gods. Yes, there is one all mighty GODDESS ruling over the entire 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 million 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, to have an experience of awakening, and after this experience, 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 7th 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 6th dimension underneath it, and thereby making this a totally MATHEMATICAL IMPOSSIBILITY TO DO. Mind is the 6th dimension, and the 5th 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 ever 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.

TO QUOTE CHESTER-FRANK FROM UP IN JERSEY,

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

SO IN A NUTSHELL, I WAS GOING TO WATCH A MOVIE, and since the beginning of that movie caused a huge repressed memory to become totally unblocked, about how my mailbox was broken in Atco, back in ’83, as up until that time yesterday, I only remembered coming home from the train station with my mom, and seeing it broken; and this was a 1970-VENKA-STRONG-GIRL forced memory, or a blocked out event, that was too horrible for me to retain, on a conscious-mind level; in other words. Now if 15 minutes of watching this movie called, “THE RING”, caused all of this; then I am left to only seriously fucking ponder on what the rest of that movie would have caused me to remember, and better understand. Now quite obviously, HALLS FAWCES/WALLS, the very same people behind harassing people, who are too seriously into the UFO stuff, and even according to Channel 11 WPIX-TV from a 1988 documentary aired on their station, THREATEN, AND CLAIM TO MAKE PEOPLE MISERABLE, TO THE POINT OF ”NOT GIVING THEM A MOMENT OF PEACE FOR THE REST OF THEIR LIFE”, just as in the case with me; and this was aired on real TV back then in 1988, no matter who out here does not want to believe this truth; so ‘they’ somehow knew this, read my blog, or my mind, or whatever; as the tape was being erased from the time that I started that blog, and this I know, because I did the math, from the time back on the tape when it ran out in the record mode, and the REWIND WORD appeared on the TV-SCREEN; and then based on the approximate time of the movie, as per the tape itself, with that information printed onto it. So my point in all of this is that THESE FAWCES OF MISTER HALL, are sure as sweet-sugar covering up this entire SARAH KRASSLE mess; and how it all connects into my music all my life, the chain, Russ Thaxton, ALL OF IT FOR HEAVENS SAKE, YO; and it really pisses me off, when people do not see the power, behind all of this; and I only get a trickle of views, on something this ding dang dern huge, YO, BRO!

Things are, as always, way more “intricate”, to quote my comment, to parallel-universe-Paul Pedersen, from somewhere around 2006, give or take a year; at that shopping mall, where there is both a K-MART Store, and an EXXON GASOLINE station; or at least there was, as who can ever keep up with the changing world one hundred percent of the time; and this place is located on Blackwood-Clementon Road, just half a mile north of the Highland High School, up in Southwestern New Jersey, USA. Permit me to quickly move this along a little further my kind folks out there! Thank you!

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What to do, and where they may possibly go, REAL WORLD, WOW Mister Shakespeare, what a question that would be, OR NOT BE, huh, YO???

NOVEMBER 28, 2015,

SATURDAY AFTERNOON AT 3:11,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 78 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY——-(H-81/L-66).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 56%, AND IT FEELS LIKE 78.

WINDS ARE NE AT 11, WITH GUSTS TO 17.

Well, to quote my late great mother, “Boy oh boy oh boy oh boy”, I refuse to vanish and disappear into Harry Potters hat, just to make a few divas happy, a few politicians, a few tricksters; and lots of criminals all over this planet, happy. To quote gorgeous Judge Judy (JUJU) for short; “IT’S NOT HAPPENING”!!! And you can all put THAT into the Blucran hats of all Harry Potter’s everywhere, on or off of Halloween Days, Thanks-2-Givens Days, and Christmas Day, on all loud, or silent nights of my great great grand daddy on me’ ol’ pappy’s ther’ side of my clan, YO, so WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

There is a whole lot more to this story of my weekend, and the movie, “THE RING”, as far as just what I have told you all so far, regarding re-remembering that my mail box at my Atco home, in 1983, was not damaged in the way that I forced myself to think. I had shut out the truth from my mind because it was just as hard for me to deal with, as lovely Swedish Venka at Cooley Hall, making mince meat out of my tiny miniscule physical strength, next to hers. When I needed to use that memory however, I brought it back into my surface mental consciousness, over at Tom Chillmo’s home, in Ventnor, New Jersey, in 1970, as discussed on prior early Morianity blogging from the first two years of it, in 2006 and 2007. In any event, folks; I am not going to even begin to say all of the things that are involved in 1983, with this mailbox, and yes, I am not going to lie about seeing the man in 1996, thirteen years later, who terrorized my mother directly, and me indirectly, in Turnersville, New Jersey, USA, and the Prosecutors and police refused to help us in any way at all, just like the KENNEDY ASSASSINATION COVERUP AND UFO COVERUP AND because it is all one star family that is behind this, and not whether an individual bullet was magical and traveled in warp drive through a hundred impossible pathways, or whether Sally-Dee and her brother Hadley-Tom witnessed a ”real-UFO” and even snapped photos. This is all as meaningless as in the grand scheme of all this BRICK WALL, HALLS WALLS, HALLS FAWCES nightmare, as would be a bunch of tiny toddlers playing in Central Park in NYNY-USA, and a nuke bomb is heading for the city and will arrive in a matter of minutes.

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I LOVE YOU SO MUCH OH GREAT PINK GODDESS!

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I love you way more than Moses ever did, OH GREAT TEEN QUEEN ELOHIM-NEECY!!!!

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That night, watching those Star Trek shows while living at 112 Harvard Avenue, Somerdale, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Milky Way Galaxy, in 1996, in the autumn on the 30th Anniversary of the TELEVISION SHOW PRODUCTION LAUNCH, memories flooded in that I could not handle, leading to the wild dreams the following year of the Publishing Clearinghouse’s PCN-231 PRIZE-PATROL truck with that co-de named J. K. McAllister, who won that January of 1997, and then the wild song that led to the 2012 production and 2013 Copyright of ”Wanna’ Spend My Time”, the fence at Eden’s great garden, and a lot more. This is when I was looking nearby the television set, little as it may have been mizz Britney Lavino, and Mister Stanley Crooked Bernstein; and as that great voted-number-1 episode of STAR TREK was airing, suddenly a voice kept saying while I was staring off of the TV set and onto my venetian blinds, “Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”. All of these things are on my earlier parts of this now freaking ass ten year blog project that we all know as ‘MORIANITY’, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Later on, we can get to how the venetian blinds, the episode on the show called, ”THE TROUBLE WITH TRIBBLES”, and a bit more, all brought me parsecs ahead of where I would have been ”spiritually”, if these events were not all LAWTRONICALLY PROGRAMMED to happen, and so, they did, Mister Pharaoh of all babbling’s, on and on and on; AKA Babylon, for shorter and abridged sayings, and codings, of all wild strange rhyming rhythms, in all parallel universes everywhere in the multiversal hyperspace, AKA the fifth dimension, Mizz Marilyn McCoo, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hhhPlease beautiful awesome SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, find it in your heart not to hate THAT-BOY quite so much, lovely awesome spectacular TEEN-QUEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PLEASE—-PLEASE—-PLEASE

IWALU SO, DO NOT DISCONNECT WITH ME, YO!

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Something fucking horrible has happened since last night. Already, the huge computer hack when I did my last blogs, struck me hard and harsh, Attorney General Bondi and Sheriff Mascara. Then a huge roach was on my wall when I awoke to take a fuckiGN piss just shortly after sun up this MOUUUUURNING! I killed the fuckiGN monstrous evil thing. Then I fell back into a very nightmarish devilish cunt chewing sleep and had a vicious fucking cunt eating nightmare!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was taken by the Pink Goddess, after we left her shop in her city of SDK, into Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, in a parallel universe. We went to several places only I could only hear her, and she made herself invisible. She took me to my mom’s old office building, the Bourse Building, across from Independence Mall, and then up to Seventeenth Street not too far away, and then to Rittenhouse Square, and then to the building that lightning struck when I was a boy and playing nearby, one block from where I lived then at 2041 Chestnut Street, and then later as a teenager, after she had ruined my eyesight forever for not looking at her and so that I would never look at any girl with clear vision without glasses, where optician Doctor Murray was located. My mom used his for her hyperopia condition (farsighted) and told me as a tell, while living with her at the Oaklyn, New Jersey apartment, to use him as well, and kids obey their parents, so I went to him. This day and the THANKX-2-GIVENS day that preceded it were and are TOTAL SUPER MOTHER ‘FUCKIGN’ BOTBAR as a result of a lot of mother fuckiGN total pure unadulterated cock knocking HELL!

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So we suffer and we suffer, and we wonder, and I wonder; why then is no one ever EVER in any hurry at all, to go to HEAVEN, and be rid of “THE DEVIL”?

My dad and I will be operating the Island Universe Diners of Akoslem; out in the purgatory, now; great people!!! Screw Spanish Treasure Galleons and all secret museums, and secrets of them, huh Mister Weiler Senior?

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet!!!

It’s a drizzly day in Fort Pierce, as you most likely saw from the Avalon Beach Club CAM out on Hutchinson Island. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet!!!

That lighthouse was somehow turned into a toy, and somehow the great one got a hold of it and was in brilliantly lit up room, back in 1972, up on that wonderful and awesome Woody Guthrie island. Then this dude flips the hell out on her, and the stair chases begin with this lady. Naturally Steve wasn’t there, and these photos are not fake, but they are great simulations, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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3-6-9, Frank Callio, Astral Realms, and Nicola Tesla. WOW, there was an old OUTER LIMITS syfy show about a fictional radio station called KXKVI. This entity that would be a little like my wonderful coil, the Lightning Goddess Diana, was contacted, and transported by accident to the human realm and to Planet Earth. It was a fantastic show, as all the Outer Limits shows were really super ass fantastic. Anyway, this entity spoke through a translator machine, in similar ways that the great powerful U. S. © Office knows all too well about from my 1988 music projects where Diana spoke to me, only repressed memories, road trips to relative’s homes, and tape recorders were more involved with the reality of the situation, only I had not yet un-repressed my memory, and was not destined to until living with the great almighty King family, 20 years later. This is a very significant time period may I also add, 20 years, or one briper. On the Astral-Plane, the BRIGGBASE POWERS make many deals with humans, for one briper, or 20 years. The great television show, ‘DARK SHADOWS’ knows about this somehow as well, as in th elate 1967 and early into 1970 circa with Paul Stoddard, and the mighty Briggbase Cult deal made with him, and the name was changed of course to the Leviathan and not the Briggbase people. Lovely crossed over Jenny Ghost Whispering Hewitt talks about ‘the breathers’ on her great hit show. Well, the Briggbase, are the VERY HEAVY breathers. Ask any real Dark Shadows fan, as they’ll freaking ass tell you without any qualms or trepidation, let alone one tiny bit of hesitation!!!!!!!!!!! You know the silliest mother fuckiGN part of all of everything? They know I could say shit that would change the world tomorrow. I would be locked up an dissected, and gone. So what would I possibly have to fucking gain by doing the ultimate stupid move, when no one is one bit appreciative of all that I have told already? The answer is absolutely nothing, so I will never tell the real shit that would close down the planet in hours, that is of course, if anyone other than my rotten diseased family, and sicko power hungry government agent spies, were really up here!!!! If they were, and they are not, my blog would not remain in a precise averaged monthly count for three years. It would begin to either shrink away and be just about gone, or it would expand and grow, and by now, be at least triple the monthly average of about two large!

The great thing about computers is that they can do a lot of things much faster than a human. Say you’re looking for a specific word on a web page. Instead of scanning it yourself, all you need to do is press Ctrl+F and type the word you’re looking for. There are mountains of shortcut like this, from pressing Ctrl+S to instantly save the file you’re working on, Ctrl+P to print it out, or Ctrl+T to open a new tab in your web browser. It may seem like more trouble than its worth at first, but after you use a shortcut one or two times, you’ll wonder why you ever did anything with the mouse. Check out our list of six shortcuts everyone should know, as well as our shortcut of the day series for even more tricks.

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I promise you I’ll never try and escape this galaxy again, with or without far away, or nearby HALLS FAWCES, my awesome Sarah-Stacey Krassle!!!!

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I promise you I’ll never try and escape this galaxy again, with or without far away, or nearby HALLS FAWCES, my awesome Sarah-Stacey Krassle!!!!

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hhhPlease beautiful awesome SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, find it in your heart not to hate THAT-BOY quite so much, lovely awesome spectacular TEEN-QUEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PLEASE—-PLEASE—-PLEASE

IWALU SO, DO NOT DISCONNECT WITH ME, YO!

END TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!

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MY LOW VIEWCOUNT BLANDBLOGS CONTINUE, CHAPTER 006

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So we suffer and we suffer, and we wonder, and I wonder; why then is no one ever EVER in any hurry at all, to go to HEAVEN, and be rid of “THE DEVIL”?

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet!!!

It’s a drizzly day in Fort Pierce, as you most likely saw from the Avalon Beach Club CAM out on Hutchinson Island. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet!!!

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KEEP READING ALONG, AS:

JUST BECAUSE YOU RECOGNZE WORDS,

Never assume there is not any new reading material.

3-6-9, Frank Callio, Astral Realms, and Nicola Tesla. WOW, there was an old OUTER LIMITS syfy show about a fictional radio station called KXKVI. This entity that would be a little like my wonderful coil, the Lightning Goddess Diana, was contacted, and transported by accident to the human realm and to Planet Earth. It was a fantastic show, as all the Outer Limits shows were really super ass fantastic. Anyway, this entity spoke through a translator machine, in similar ways that the great powerful U. S. © Office knows all too well about from my 1988 music projects where Diana spoke to me, only repressed memories, road trips to relative’s homes, and tape recorders were more involved with the reality of the situation, only I had not yet un-repressed my memory, and was not destined to until living with the great almighty King family, 20 years later. This is a very significant time period may I also add, 20 years, or one briper. On the Astral-Plane, the BRIGGBASE POWERS make many deals with humans, for one briper, or 20 years. The great television show, ‘DARK SHADOWS’ knows about this somehow as well, as in th elate 1967 and early into 1970 circa with Paul Stoddard, and the mighty Briggbase Cult deal made with him, and the name was changed of course to the Leviathan and not the Briggbase people. Lovely crossed over Jenny Ghost Whispering Hewitt talks about ‘the breathers’ on her great hit show. Well, the Briggbase, are the VERY HEAVY breathers. Ask any real Dark Shadows fan, as they’ll freaking ass tell you without any qualms or trepidation, let alone one tiny bit of hesitation!!!!!!!!!!! You know the silliest mother fuckign part of all of everything? They know I could say shit that would change the world tomorrow. I would be locked up an dissected, and gone. So what would I possibly have to fucking gain by doing the ultimate stupid move, when no one is one bit appreciative of all that I have told already? The answer is absolutely nothing, so I will never tell the real shit that would close down the planet in hours, that is of course, if anyone other than my rotten diseased family, and sicko power hungry government agent spies, were really up here!!!! If they were, and they are not, my blog would not remain in a precise averaged monthly count for three years. It would begin to either shrink away and be just about gone, or it would expand and grow, and by now, be at least triple the monthly average of about two large!

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ANOTHER BLOG FROM MOTORMOUTH MOUNTAINPEN

November 19, 2015

the continuation of “The Epitome of Harrassament”

Thursday, November 19, 2015

Chapter 28-B, Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet

THANKS FOR THE FUCKING HELP, SHERIFF.

MY CIVIL RIGHTS ARE BEING VIOLATED IN HERE, FBI, ACLU, SHERIFF, AG STATE, US-AG, PRESIDENT OBAMA, GOVERNOR SCOTT, WORLD COURT IN THE HAGUE.

I BEGAN A BLOG AND IT WAS DESTROYED BY MOTHER FUCKING TERRORIST HACKERS. UNTIL THESE MOTHER ‘FUCKIGN’ MONSTERS GO TO PRISON FOR 40 YEARS OR GET EXECUTED FOR THESE CRIMES AGAINST PEOPLE’S LIVES, AND THE LAW CATCHES UP WITH THE SCIENCE; THEN THIS IS THE WAY THINGS WILL MOTHER FUCKING BE, ROTTEN TO THE FUCKING CORE!!!!

SOMEONE IN THE ROTTEN GARBAGE ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY, DID NOT LIKE WHAT THAT BLOG WAS SAYING, OR WHERE IT WAS GOING; AND NOW THAT I KNOW THIS, I WILL MERELY TAKE WHAT I WAS GOING TO SAY THEN, AND REALLY MOTHER FUCKING EXPOUND AND EXPAND, ON THAT VERY EXACT SHIT; THEM, THE MISTS, OR AS THEY SAY IN FRANCE, LAMISTS. FRANCE HAS A LOT TO DO WITH THESE THINGS, AND IT WOULD TAKE ME FIVE YEARS TO TYPE IT ALL; SO ‘FUCKING’ FORGET IT, YO.

NOW THEY RAN A STRANGE BRAND NEW HACK, AND THEN AFTER THEY DID THAT, THEY DISABLED MY SPELL CHECKER. WHEN I BOOTED BACK ON, THERE WAS NO CHAPTER 29 OF THIS BLOG, POOF, IT WAS ALL HACKED OUT OF MEMORY, AND PEOPLE, DON’T EVEN TRY AND TELL ME THAT I DID NOT SAVE IT, AS I SAVE EVERY TEN SECONDS OR SO, AND I LEARNED THAT I HAVE TO. STILL, WHEN LAMISTS WANT YOU FUCKED, YOU’RE FUCKED; OR MAYBE I SHOULD FUCKING SAY, I AM FUCKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALSO, I AM NOT GOING TO DO A CHAPTER 29. THIS IS NOW CHAPTER FUCKING CUNT 28-B. I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I WANT TO SAY, AND NOTHING WAS LOST OTHER THAN FOR TWENTY MINUTES OF MY DAM TIME, AND BEING SUPER AGGRAVATED WITH A SOLID MOTHER ‘FUCKIGN’ WEEK LONG UTILITY ASSAULT ON ME NOW, FEDERAL GOD DAM FUCKING BUREAU OF INVESTIGATIONAL BACK BURNERS FOR POOR PATHETIC FUCKING MAR WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I told how it may be a dam good idea, should you not be in peak health, to have someone who is that is standing by with you, should you choose to read on, because I’ll tell you all something that once you read it, think about it, and leave your computer or tablet or phone or whatever; you WILL NOT BE ABLE to give yourself one reasonable argument for what I discuss, and how indeed it effects your life. Forget me, fuck me, I don’t count. You care about you and that’s normal. I’ll blow your fucking minds on some things that connect YOUR DAM LIVES, and that’s a fuckign total promise, great folks!!!!!!!!!! If I did not have powerful shit to say, they wouldn’t be hacking me all to hell, wiping out blogs entirely, trying to stop me from posting, which is back on a roll again big time, as recently the last five to ten blogs I’ve put up to Blogger/Google, were a real hassle getting up there, FBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So someone somewhere is very afraid of what is soon coming, and maybe, THEY SHOULD FUCKING CUNT BE, YO YO YO!

Unlike the hacked away blog that’s gone now, replaced with this one, ladies and gentlemen; I am going to get right into the heart of the matter. The Entertainment Industry is an entire group from the PLANK REALM (ASTRAL-PLANE) that comes here with an agenda as a large powerful mind control club. They of course have no waking world memory of who they all are, back in PLANK, while here; or very little conscious level memory. Some of the things that I have indeed seen and heard over the past couple of decades or more, does in fact relay to me that they do have, or some of the top peeps in the bizz, do have limited and small degrees of their true organizational self, in waking recall; but only as bits and pieces of jumbled randoms of unsolved rhyming. This is where a lot gets interesting, but will have to wait, because I know where I was going before, and so did something that was able to totally read my sixth-dimensional-connection circuit (BRAIN), and then crashed me out and stole away my words. It is along this very subject that I must directly go to now, and not waste further time. If you don’t want to hear it, you must stop reading now, or don’t blame me when once you realize what I say is undeniably true and accurate, your life begins to alter immediately, and in ways that you know you cannot argue, not even with yourselves. Be warned, as this is indeed a major fucking, ”We were never here or else” message, from the majestic top secret level classified knowledge system, and since I don’t work for any government, nor was I ever told that what I say is indeed ‘legally classified information’; no one can legally prosecute me, but I do feel safer from lawsuits, by printing this somewhat detailed advisement notice or as some might call it, a Caveat Emptor warning, which is probably misspelled, but you all get my message well, and clearly, and we both know this! All I have time for today to get into, is as follows. First, you must forget while you read this, anything you ever learned, anywhere, and at any time. Pretend just for a few dam minutes as you read on, that all you know is that you are reading, and you can read, and think, but you know absolutely nothing. I’m not trying to hypnotize you, but I am telling you that if you will do this, then what I say will have maximum effect on your abilities to have new and fresh information revealed to you in an open way, so that you can then evaluate it honestly, in lieu of your own life’s memories and experiences.

When you think, be it one and one is two, plan a simple budget for the week, or what you’re going to say to your significant other who is angry at you for something, or any of a million possible things; you always, no matter what you think, are thinking in your own voice-sound, you know, the exact sound you would make if instead of just thinking, you were thinking aloud and speaking. If you try to think in the sound of another person’s voice, it is very difficult and requires a lot of concentration if you continue to do it. This plays into a lot more things that will not yet be touched on right now on this blog, or I’d be all dam day. There is a process of emotional attachment as well as detachment, to thought as well. If you suddenly day-dream of falling off of the Empire State Building, or making love to some gorgeous person, and you were connected to a pulse and blood pressure monitor and other basic stress tests of the neurological bodily systems; you would not be able to have a zero physiological effect, unless maybe, you were Patrick Jane of ‘The Mentalist’, a fictional character of the Entertainment Industry, but let me move on still further.

As we think, awake and asleep; we connect into a realm , that the ECKANKAR RELIGION, calls and labels, the MENTAL-PLANE; and what Morianity calls the 6th-Dimension. Both in waking and non-waking life (dreaming-whatever), our BRAIN THINKS. Why does it think, and what actually makes it go from one thought to another to another, and interact with stimulus around its shell (THE BODY), and the world of interactive-emotion? In other words, why exactly are you sitting and reading, or maybe standing, MY BLOG right now, instead of NOT DOING IT. Why exactly will you either take a drink of water, or something else you want, if you have access to it, OR NOT, as each second ticks by right now, as you read on? The next time someone cuts you off in traffic, why will you do nothing, or curse under your breath, or shout out and bird flip the car, or any of a zillion other possible things? Why when you sleep, does another part of this 6-th dimensional connection, or (your brain), begin putting you into this DREAM, and that DREAM, or no DREAM, at least that later conscious brain allows any recall to? Before you even begin to wonder about the limitless possible ways that even a street bum’s life can go within one tiny hour, let alone say a person with means and wealth such as Don Trump or President Obama? What the huge majestic level top secret cover up is all about, I promise you, may appear to be this thing and that thing, but it isn’t. They’re honestly way ahead of all of you, if you really truly believe that hocus pocus fuckign bull shit. What they are scared shitless about, is THE MIND!!! This of course leads straight into another fuckiGN trillion sub-let intricacies and complexities, such as COMPUTER-MIND or machine-mind, and an ever still larger truth, THE INTERACTIVENESS of human to machine MIND. But all of that, can still wait, as we;re not there yet, by any stretch, for me trying to tell anything of believable or trustworthy significance, and need to stay here at FIRST GRADE, and worry about the fourth and the seventh grade to all of this shit, much much later on, should I live and not be killed, as they know I am opening up some real deadly fuckiGN shit. Shit ans secrets that are so fuckign huge, that they are losing it right about now, just as I’m typing these words. It’s amazing my electrical power is still on, trust fuckign me, YO. The realm of MIND uses all brains, in a similar way that highways use all cars and trucks. If you even get this a little bit, you’re losing it. Are we truly in cars on highways, or are the highways some magical intelligent entities that need to have vehicles all over them to feed them some kind of magical energy. I love to use the word magic, and magical, and I assure you; I am being very relatively facetious. I am also being bumptious and arrogant, to think that I am going to get my true total message across to the masses. But on I go, in my futile attempts, anyway.

Oh baby, do I have a lot more to say here, and haven’t yet scratched a tiny fucking surface of things.

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I repeat now, before things get even more powerful and wild, people; you may say to yourself at any time, WOW, I DON’T WANNA’ HEAR IT! But if that is so, then hey, I am not forcing you to. Just move onto another blog, or whatever; but don’t try and sue me down the line, if and when you should ever end up going half nuts; just as Joe Paget did, up in Pennsylvania; on that day, early in this century, up at the Roadway Security job, where we worked together!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am super deadly serious as all shit.

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WOW, I DON’T WANNA’ HEAR IT!

For those who DO WANNA’ HEAR IT, I’ll bring it!!!!!!!!!!!!! Life passes through us, we don’t pass through life. Life is the entity that made this universe go bang, that programmed it all so that I am here typing this to you, and so that you are wherever you are, and reading it. But quite obviously, along with just those two items, it also brought all possible things into a vast fifth dimensional arena if you will, and we then choose to be part of this, with all the things we do, and we do nothing, until first, WE THINK. And we THINK NOTHING, until the HALLS FAWCES of the 6th-Dimension, connect into us, through our BRAIN. After I paste in my TIME-DATE-WEATHER-INFO page; we’ll take this to one higher step, on this blog of today; kind ladies and gentlemen. Then if the pace picks up any on my viewing, I’ll tell more. If not, then hey, if you don’t care, then why should I fuckign care, really, it’s dam simple as shit? Only who I am addressing here, the MISTS, the 6-D, SSJKK? WOW, stay-C tuned, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NOVEMBER 19, 2015,

THURSDAY AFTERNOON AT 2:51,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 83 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY——-(H-84/L-74).

HUMIDITY IS 77%, FEELING LIKE 91 DEGREES.

WIND IS SE AT 10, WITH GUSTS TO 12.

Well, it is time to say Holy Moley Call-Ten Callio, right you ugly old fat drunkard, Robert McGuire, of Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG????????

CALL TEN=CALLIO, HUH AT&T. WEEEEEEE!

Shall I continue with my tale from hell, and how the sixth-dimension, for lack of a better way of saying it all; rules and reigns quite supreme; with no help from any musical groups of Motown, the great motor-town we all know and love, Detroit, Michigan, USA., or Diana Ross, or for that matter, any of the great divas of more modern days. I believe the great Rachael of the Friends-TV show said it all, back late in the nineties on some music television show, with those five lovely divas known as, and without any last names needed unless you’ve living in a total subterranean cave for thirty plus years YO; Celine, Aretha, Mariah, Shania, and Gloria. But all joking aside, and you all know me, I love divas because I appreciate great voices; but take them all and put them together, and then multiply by 1000, and as I said, all you would have even then, would be data that has worked its way into hyperspace, down from the sixth dimension of pure MIND. Now this is not said to belittle anyone or anything, far from it. That same data that came down, is me, a totally failed musician, and a total life failure, cursed, a family cursed with murder and suicides and incestuous behavior, and I could go on an don. But folks, you still ain’t getting any of it, if you’re wondering why I am here right now with these words, and cannot see that all dots connect, so let me amplify my long winded speech just a tad bit more, if I’m dam permitted, great peeps, YO!

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SARAH KRASSLE OWNS AND RULES THIS PLANET

If everything is from MIND, and all that is, was pre-programmed; does this negate ‘free will’? This is the oldest question in philosophy and religion, and to some extent, even to the new age sciences of Quantum Dynamics. But all three of these great marvelous disciplines, are filled with people who don’t know how to take all of life’s fucking shit, and combine it with fictional realities that by pure chance, happened to get a lot of things extremely correct about the so-called origins of humanity and cosmos, and these being, Lawn Mower Man 2, and MATRIX. Without using the characters of Landscaper Jobe, or Mister Bluepill and Mister Redpill, and for that matter, the great so-called uninfluenced minds, of those fantastic late twentieth century syfy creations, called Star Trek, and Star Wars; and on I may be able to go, but to make the point I want to make; there is only one real true item that makes total sense, along with all of humankind’s very best and most proficient ideas of everything, and that is when we forget a few fictional characters, or that they were fiction, and came from entertainment sources; but realize indeed, that we must include that all of everything is a huge GAME, and when we do, we can relax a whole lot more. All other untrue shit, JUST MAKES FOR ONE BIG FAT UGLY UP TIGHT ‘FUCKIGN’ PLANET, AND boy oh boy oh boy oh boy, we all know that I just described planet Earth for the most part, right to the fuckiGN cunt lapping tee, YO BRAH!!!!!!! Hey, don’t even mother fuckiGN try lying to me, or for that matter, to yourselves. Now I am going to take this information, and do cartwheels and somersaults with it, that will totally break your brain, as following blogs keep rolling out of the Mountainpen Factory. That’s a mother fuckiGN promise, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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CHAPTER 28

RED ALERT—-RED ALERT—-RED ALERT

My mother fucking dirt bag noisy nabes are going in and out this morning constantly, and illegally not letting their new doors close automatically, but forcing them closed loudly, which will show up on the resident manager’s video tape hallway surveillance system, and I will e-mail her later, Sheriff Mascara, sir.

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If this was a real world; some fucking attorney, or somebody, would contact me; verify all my mother fucking shit, and then split the lawsuits that I legally deserve to pursue, on a 50/50 contingency!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is how I know that I died and went to fucking HELL, a very long fucking cunt ass time ago; you rotten old stinky world!!!!!!!

I TOTALLY LEGALLY HEREBY SWEAR.

There is no mother fucking way I won’t swear. Not with endless cunt fucking sucking death persecution all over me every single cock licking day and night!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I did everything you told me to do, and they murdered me, Camden County fucking cunt Prosecutor, of Camden City, New Jersey, USA. Thanks for allowing me to be brutally tormented, tortured, destroyed, and annihilated. Some country you and Officer GWPOS have here, these totally evil United States!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Lots of folks are extremely health fucking conscious. I say fine and great. They love life, and have lots of mother fuckign shit to live for, unlike fucked up and family cursed Huntington-Mountainpen. So for me, YO; a big fat heart wrecking hamburger’ll do just fucking fine; YO MY BROS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I came out of horrible nightmares where I was in a parallel universe in this wild town filled with crazy people and crazy places, one being a mobile home diner with an invisible kitchen, and crazy customers all around me, especially the family sitting across from my booth. When all was over, I had spilled stuff onto their table across from me somehow, centipede bugs were crawling all around some shit they gave me to eat, and they did not take credit cards even though signs were up all over showing visa-master-card, and all major other cards, and I use bank debit cards with VISA features, so I cam use these cards anywhere major cards are accepted. Suddenly I am told I am going to be taken across the street into some deep woods and pounded on heavily for not paying for my very fucked up rotten meal. I then awoke to major DOOR ACTION, from the Roach-Motel here at this building. Insects are not intelligent but rather, work on an instinctive level for their survival. However, even bugs are used by the ESS of hyperspace, to indwell, and spy on people as well as cause them problems, make them ill, and many other things that Morianity hasn’t as of yet even started to touch on. Something that I did proves all of this, and it goes far beyond the flies at the MAFCO cafeteria back in 1982, that is discussed on the first third somewhere in my original blogging story.

We study math and science. We learn our part in English. We know the constellations so far away.

We study other countries, but we don’t study people, how can we learn to live in peace?

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CHAPTER 28

In 1975, when Jim Burr rescued me from that horrible Halloween party, and those Satan worshiping nabes, ”the Kaufman’s” next door, who I called them by; since they always did that Walt Disney trick, to let you know they were there, by always coughing intentionally, when they came anywhere close to where you would be, whether going out or coming in. WEEEEEEEEEEE, Pat Holl.

Eventually this machine will kick in, and millions will die, as a result of these fart sniffing three years of beyond nightmare mother fucking assault on me; WORLD, & THAT’S a dam ass total promise, UP THERE in good old wonderful WASHINGTON in the great and powerful DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA. Oh Poolroy, go home already. YO!!!!!!!!!!

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Whoever is doing this to me, and wrecking every single day of my life, for nearly 30 years now, beginning on 15 August of 1986; scan these turd chewing rotten sicko bastard scum from hell!!!! I have maxed out your power gain systems and you are on a major punishment crush destruct system. Either strike these rotten nightmare dirt bags doing this to me, and all those whom they love, and hold deer to their rotten poison viper hearts; or you will be completely obliterated, wiped out, annihilated, and destroyed!!!!

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I WAS SO SCARED THAT DAY IN MAY.

NOVEMBER 19, 2015,

THURSDAY MORNING AT 10:00,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 78 DEGREES FNHT.

TEMPERATURE RANGE TODAY——(H-78/L-74).

WIND IS SE AT 3, WITH GUSTING TO 12.

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 93%, FEELING LIKE 84

PREDICTED HIGH TODAY IS 85 DEGREES.

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What has been done to me by America goes far far far far beyond any United Nations laws regarding human rights violations, and the World court at Hague knows this is true, but doesn’t dare help me or get involved, for fear the ESS will turn this planet into Gary Mitchell Mince Meat!!!!!!!

IS THIS ONE BIT FAIR?

MARK WAYNE MOHR

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Just put me underneath a nice place like this, to rest for a few quadrillion millennia, YO!

REST IN PEACE, RUST IN PISS, OR ”WHATEVER”, MOUNTAINPEN; HUH FUTURE CONGRESSMAN 1975 ANDREWS?????????? Give my best to Al Pillegi, Donna Patterson, and Jan Nace the retired stock broker! We’re all so dam ass clueless, Bob old pal, not just my wild Haddonwood visitor, back in 1995. Image result for images free funny faces

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Oh yes folks; Haddonwood was a very wild place, and it has a lot of transdimensional connections with me, as well as just here in 4-D space-time. Tell the Mayor of Tandyville, that we’re all clueless as a Mickey Soap-Eye shower, whoever wishes to relay the message. Then I’ll dig them a whole so deep in the ground, and throw them right in where they’ll never be found, huh Mister Ernie Merker of RPL?

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Now before the sun has a chance to set on this very true nightmare story, I will tell you that the flowers were supposed to be delivered to an audition and repertoire person, a lady, in NYC, (A&R), along with a copy of my song, written early in 2000 at Guthrie Short’s mansion in Blue Anchor, New Jersey, USA, called, “Atlantic Queen” and I think it was part of the copyrighted music project called, ‘Russ Walker’s Star Travelers of 1896′.

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It sure was nice those ten days when you were helping me in all of this fuckiGN nightmare, oh great sir!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I have to do some things that may or may not work; but if I sit idly by; I’ll be mother fucking cunt lapping dead and gone very soon, at the hands of evil empire fucking America and Wall Street total fucking filthy garbage!!!!!!!!

NOVEMBER 18, 2015,

WEDNESDAY EVENING, AT 6:12,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 76 DEGREES FNHT.

TEMPERATURE RANGE TODAY——-(H-84/L-75).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 94%, AND IT FEELS LIKE 81.

WIND IS SE AT 13, GUSTING HARD TO 33.

I put up with light distant chemtrailing that made me sick and cough, and they have been poisoning me for a while now, making me cough, as well as sicker and sicker, on top of murdering me with stomach death rays, and death beams, from covert Tesla death ray technologies from demonic AREA 51.

So we suffer and we suffer, and we wonder, and I wonder; why then is no one ever EVER in any hurry at all, to go to HEAVEN, and be rid of “THE DEVIL”?

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NOW WE ALL KNOW WHOSE SIDE WALL STREET MUST BE ON, THE SIDE OF MOTHER FUCKING EVIL ROTTEN TERROR AND TERRORISTS. OTHERWISE, HOW CAN THEIR MARKETS SHOOT UP NEARLY A THOUSAND FUCKIGN POINTS IN THE 3 TRADING DAYS THAT DFOLLOWED THE BLITZ OF FUCKING FRANCE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO

YO Bagman.

Crown me king, King family, and Checkers Martinez/O.

Spanish Treasure Galleons, and all secret museums, and secrets of them; yes sir, old coworker and pal, Roy Carl Weiler Senior, at Cifaloglio, and resident of Egg Harbor City, on Philadelphia Avenue, and curator of the Round House Museum, up north a mile or so near the great Detention Center they call Harborfields. So why did Ann and Dawn King laugh all that time, and watch me sleuth around, thinking this was not a real place, and knowing full well that it was?????????????????????????????

OR ”WHATEVER”; huh old buddy Bob Andrews?

Get ready for my return, AGAIN, to Haddon Township high school. I’ll be the only fucking jerk off at that dick licking joint who knows it has been 1966, 1967, and 1968, over and over and over again, well, for me anyway, YO Bagman!!!!!!!!

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Yes, you got it people; the great and powerful non-OZ Copyright Office, has all of this evidence tucked away in my music project files, UP THERE in good old wonderful WASHINGTON, in the great and powerful DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA. Oh Poolroy, go home already!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Only, she doesn’t. She is my creation, and it is not as simple as Patty-Paula thinks it all is. She can take her threats, her radio station, and her teasing, and put it where the sun don’t shine, right son of Sam the policeman, not the dangerous serial killer, and daddy, who said to me, “Who is she”, well, that’s not a quote but a paraphrase. I’m tired of giving glory to total assholes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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THANK YOUR MOTHER ‘FUCKIGN’ SON, FOR PLACING THIS CURSE ON THIS FAMILY, AND ONTO ME IN THIS GENERATION DIRECTLY, AND MY BEST TO MORGAN LOTTERYCAT COLLINS, OF ALL DARK SHADOWS AND DARK TRAIN DREAMS; NOT JUST TO ORLANDO, OR FORT LAUDERDALE; SHEEEEEEEIT; BIP BIP BIP BIP BIP BIP AM-TRAK, HUH DAVID ROTH? YOU SURE HAD A FUCKED UP REACTION IN 1996, TO MY TELLING YOU HOW YOU WERE IN A PARALLEL UNIVERSE AND WERE MAKING UP THAT HORN ARRANGEMENT ON THAT ”SARAH” TUNE THAT I HAD JUST WRITTEN!!!!

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Oh yes, it was 1910 when I came over here to Trenton, NJ- USA. Now it is 105 fucking cunt years later, and I am being persecuted to death, by the mother fucking cunt lapping MILITUFORCE. They knocked out my COMCAST CABLE TV ON ME AGAIN TODAY, around half past two, for a few minutes. They can do this any time they want to, and there is nothing that I am able to do to stop it, because we have a fake nation with fake guarantees and promises of rights and freedoms for all people to be happy and live without being mother fuckiGN cunt chewing oppressed day and cunt chewing fuckiGN night, yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!

But it was not 1910 or 2015, but late in 1983 around middle December somewhere; when I was up in Orlando, Florida, USA, with good old name calling Howard Solomon. Poor little fuckiGN schmuck me. Allow me to get a bit more into my very first day, visiting with my old boss, and Chief Recording Engineer, from the RPL Sound Studios at 1558 Pierce Avenue, and 1100 state Street, in Camden, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG, back in 1980. Typo error, I said a hit song from the great disco diva was using my dream to tell the story, and mentioned a record album, Remember that the ‘0’ and the ‘9’ keys on the keyboard are right next to each other, and obviously I meant to type in 1989 and not 1980, SAHWEE PEEPS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It had been maybe six hours after stepping off the train and not recognizing this man. When I knew him up at RPL, he wore a Trump-Wig. He never had any little grand daughters try to pull it off his head either, ann King. And girl, I wouldn’t try it next time you see him, YO. He’ll have his own shit to worry about by then, and he won’t need you or me to aggravate him! I went with Howard to the Publix Store in Orlando. He bought some groceries, and I only bought a jar of candy. But while we were waiting in line, and in a very long and very crowded line, as it was just dark and the dinner hour, and people were swamping the fuckiGN place, and I observed a man behind me, after Howard had told me he was going to get a couple more items that he forgot and would be back in a couple minutes, and somehow this dude and I got speaking about the long line and I told him I had not been to Florida since I was a small child, visiting with my Uncle and Aunt and Cousin; down in Fort Lauderdale. I noticed he had an employee tag on his clothes, and he worked for the store, but I had forgotten it was Publix until just a couple months ago, when some powerful new memories came trickling back to me. He told me it might rain that night, and I remember that it never did, at least not while I was still awake through about eleven or so, and it was completely dry early the next morning, without any sign of water, not on Howard’s automobile, or on his long driveway in his housing community, that he jokingly refered to, with me anyway, as South-Levittown. He lived in Levittown up in Pennsylvania, before coming down to Florida, early in 1983 somewhere. I remained in touch with him as well as my night boss, Don Cialoni, from RPL, on the phone, and even visited Don on several nights in 1996 while I was going to the Atlantic City casinos to play roulette professionally that year. But somehow the conversation with this Publix worker and myself, went from rain to my visiting in Florida and just stepping off the Amtrak Train six hours earlier, and then I somehow mentioned telephones and how I had kept in touch with my old co-worker and supervisor, not that Howard was really over me directly, but he was sort of over anyone who was there on night shift, as he was the Chief Recording Engineer, and we had several engineers there, who were subordinates to Howard. Somehoiw this talk just flowed to all of these things, and the man told me that a storm might come that night, and somehow I remember telling him about my Privecode machine from the IMM Corporation, now called the InterDigital Corporation of course, but I had no knowledge of that until; just a few years ago. Then he blew my mind and told me how he too had once owned a Privecode machine. I told him that I was able to use it along with several other gismos, to talk to lightning when there were storms, how I taught it codes that matched combinations of random digits to sentences that I had pre-programmed in so that lightning could set off a series of codes with a series of nearby strikes, and then I could hear what lightning said by reading the transposition sentence log. He listened very intently and then he replied that he was not at all amazed. He went onto tell me that he got rid of his machine because it caused some strange things to happen around him. He couldn’t get straight answers from the maker of it, and before he got rid of it, he took it to a cousin of his who was an engineer. All his cousin would tell him, this dude told me while we waited in line to check out our stuff, and Howard still had not returned from getting those other forgotten items; is that his cousin never wanted any more to do with him after that, and he said it was reverse engineered from UFO technology. Later on way up in the year of 1998, one of Paul Pedersen’s pals who also was an electronics expert, took my machine apart, and told me that he never ever saw anything like it before, and couldn’t do anything with it. It had broken from old age, or whatever, and I had allowed him to dissect it. This is what he told me the next time Paul took me to a place that has since burned down, called the Golden Nugget Bar, in West Berlin Junction, New jersey, right outside of Berlin, and not that far from Sicklerville if you were to drive further to the southeast. But back to 1983, and 15 years earlier back into time, while I was in Orlando, Florida. This man told me that I should get rid of it when I return home, and if I had other machines connected electronically into it, in any way; that they too needed to be thrown out. I did not listen, and thought no more about it, but this began a weird set of events. Howard came back and we stopped talking. When we checked out of the Publix about three minutes or so later after the cashier rung up his order, and then my one item, a glass jar of one pound M&M candies, I looked back, and no where to be found, was this employee guy, no shopping cart full of about 20 items or more, no him, no nothing. This had me spooked a bit, and when I got out of the passenger side of Howard’s car, I immediately dropped the M&M jar, the glass busted into a zillion mother fuckign pieces, the M&M candies went all over creation, and Howard blew up like a dam bomb, right in my face!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That night when I fell asleep, I was back in the store and it was after midnight there as it was in waking life, and it was dark and closed. But there were a million Privecode machines all speaking and ringing different ring combinations, and all kinds of scary weird sounds were echoing all over the place, and it was a nightmare that was safe to say, a ten on the ten scale, of nightmares. But as with all things, this only begins to open up how 2 more folks were all somehow involved, the dude that ate in Howard’s restaurant, as well as the young lady and the older woman, in the office place.

If only a boat, a small little boat, could only take me away.

Away to a land, a beautiful land, forever the years to stay.

Written in 1963, by an eight and a half year old Philadelphia boy, not yet going by the name of Mountainpen. Oh those male nurses, and nasty rumors. What is wrong with this world, oh wonderful great daughter of mine?

SARAH KRASSLE OWNS AND RULES THIS PLANET.

LAUGH-LAUGH-LAUGH, HUH SARAH WILLIAMS?

I have the most incredible fucking shit happen to me, and only a god dam ass fucking hand full of people are interested. It proves to many a lot of huge things, such as a totally controlled media and entertainment system, not by government that is out of the closet, but by shadow government that is super stealthy with frightening powerful evil agendas to make total slaves out of all the very poor majority, unless we stand up and fight some day, some how. Here I am telling shit so huge it would alter the fuckiGN universe, and make life better if someone would agree to help. But no, give me a few lousy views when I tell the greatest shit imaginable, while the controlled media who is behind what goes viral online and what stays in the shadows of their total control, shows a nonsensical Youtube posting of a girl doing a weird flip onto her bed, and it ends up with fourteen mega views overnight. Why? Because this entire thing is being totally manipulated and controlled to match their agenda system on dumbing down society until we don’t even realize we have become their total fuckiGN slaves. I know that Judge Judy sees shit my way, and you know, I take great solace in that, as well as blissful relaxation, that at least I am not alone,and that the more intellectuals amongst us at least, are seeing exactly what is mother fuckiGN going on all around us, YO!!!! Their controlled literature even makes you add the word to the dictionary of “DUMBING”-DOWN. This is because THEY don’t even want this word used, in that dam context, by us few who see exactly what is happening all over this stupid new age of total controlled hell that is agreed to by these morons in their own universe, all over everywhere, all aged, young and old alike, with their dam online phones and all this hocus pocus totally abnormal and unnatural fuckiGN pig shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You’ll never ever make me join your Wesley Crusher Next-Gen STAR-TREK ‘GAME’. This is perhaps one of the biggest items, and connections of all; to this ultimate FUCKING GAME, you know, the GTNOTG GAME, of December 7, 1996, told to me by none other than the Almighty Krassle-Lord!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END TRANSMISSION.

SARAH KRASSLE OWNS AND RULES THIS PLANET

AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, ALL BOB BROWNS, BLANKETS, AND LAUGHS ON US!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I SAID IT STEVE MURRAY, AND I MEANT IT. I CREATED YOU, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND, YOU ARROGANT GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So we suffer and we suffer, and we wonder, and I wonder; why then is no one ever EVER in any hurry at all, to go to HEAVEN, and be rid of “THE DEVIL”?

The condition of not being someone with money, has followed me from infancy, late into my present adulthood, or you might say, now all the way into my early days of my being, and I accept it quite graciously; “ELDERLY”! This is why I was not aware of several things, early into my doing MORIANITY on the internet, via my BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen). One of these things took me all the way up to the year of 2013, I believe in the spring time somewhere of that year, when I purchased a bunch of sixty-nine cent video VHS tapes, at the local Good will store here in town; of old original STAR TREK shows. I never knew that the 1966 episode called, “Where no Man Has gone Before”, since watching this show on a black and white cheapo television set all of my growing up life, and lucky to have a working small model TV at that; showed the so-called area that surrounded our Milky Way Galaxy, fictionally of course, had a giant lovely pinkish colored unknown powerful field. I only saw it as WHITE, against the back-drop of the black outer space, on the show, because all I had was a black & white TV set. I never saw this show again after becoming an adult, and still never on live re-aired television on any channel. BUTTTTTTTTTT, I saw it when I bought the video tape of that particular episode, at Good Will. Most people alive in 2015 will mock and scoff and jeer at me when I tell you that I do not believe Gene Roddenberry was the true creator of this great and fantastic show, and that I could back it up with video and TV spots that I have seen over the past quarter century now, one even being a long documentary on the man’s life as well as showing details of his family, and of his son. What I mean by that has nothing to do with fraud or deception, in the same way that I indeed am the author of all of my music that I have laid legal claim to through copyright law, and I believe that all art, musical, dramatic, and WHATEVER, comes from a much higher self, within all of us, and even beyond that, other US’S, doubles all over the vast fifth dimensional hyperspace. All it takes is just one parallel universe out of the virtually limitless numbers of them surrounding all of us in this one, to be a member and participant in what Morianity labels and names (EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY), and if that double of us is indeed operating ever through us, even for an hour or a day, then poof, the effects can be far beyond freaking mind boggling. Let’s discuss this further regarding how Morianity’s claims to operational doppelgangers in all of our lives, given virtually unlimited amounts of these doubles that we all must have, and the mathematics bears me out, and you can all ask the great wonderful NYU Professor that most of us have by now seen at least once on the TV, and he will totally corroborate and confirm that indeed, what I have said to this point is all mathematically right on point.

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet,

CHAPTER 26

Without getting Mary Moore, Merry, and their WJM-TV boss, Lou Grant, too excited here; with dreams, fiction, PHASE-4, and other wild stuff; I will just continue along now, as if Pearl Harbor Day of 1996 had never happened to me. OK Mizz P.K. & Mizz Paula Uwich Prisonerlocator!

When Mister Roddenberry wrote and created STAR TREK; numerous events surrounding the needed elements for Star Trek to even make it at all on television, in lieu of a new western to replace the greats of the day such as Bonanza and Gunsmoke; are way too complicated for me to even begin trying to tackle right now, with my readers. Believe me, I could, and we would be days and days until I dropped dead from a combination of being ill on top of the onset of exhaustion. It all fits within a powerful bunch of proofs that I would love to introduce into my blogs, that show that Gene was a little bit more than his usual Gene-SELF, when he made all of these great shows, right down the STAR TREK, TNG of 1987-1993, despite his demise late into that period, (The Next Generation). As I type this message, my asshole neighbors are also being indwelt by their doubles from parallel worlds, to annoy me with major banging sounds all around me. I know this is all real, and the rest of you as you lay dying when your time comes, will wonder if there is more after your body-you lights wink out and all goes dark, and your physical current lifetime ends, boom. With me, I totally and absolutely know it will only be the end of a very bad freaking nightmare dream down, off of my much truer Astral-Plank-Plane existence. So to be honest, I would rather be me than you, any day, as I have a total zero fear of death and dying, and you do not! Let’s get back to my blog now, concerning the TRUE CREATOR of that beyond marvelous television show, STAR TREK.

No normal person who lived in 1966 when that particular episode that I am discussing, could have known about galaxy-hearts, or the large black holes in the centers of galaxies, and in fact, not even back later on, ten years or so before the end of the twentieth century. Yet that movie that was of several STAR TREK MOVIES that followed the original late seventies STAR TREK THE MOTION PICTURE, depicts some huge power at the center of the galaxy, and Mister Spock as well as others on his home world of Vulcan, all plotting to force the Star Ship Enterprise, to go there, and sure enough, when they did, they encountered a force that just like a black hole would do, almost imprisoned them there, and almost kept them from ever escaping. Now back a full two decades from that movie, was this episode on original Star Trek, where the crew of the Enterprise, went to the edge of the galaxy, crossed over out of it; and then encountered the PINK GODDESS; or some field with incredible power, far beyond any of them; that nearly ended up destroying them, just as it had done to the Valiant Ship supposedly, two hundred years earlier. Now remember kind folks, I saw this show on a black and white TV-set. And if it would make lovely mizz Speers happy, ”a little one”, even if it wasn’t going off inside some dude’s head, or ripping off any artistic material from unknown helpless poor artists such as Mountainpen. In any darn event, peeps, I only got to see this thing as white, and never was able to make any connections to anything. If I had indeed had a color TV set however, I would have seen that this field of great power, fictionally of course, but bare with me folks please; was a beautiful brilliant pink energy. Now the same thing going on with Roddenberry’s black hole at the center of galaxies, before anyone could possibly have know about this truth, from THIS PARALLEL UNIVERSE anyway, applies with the PINK FIELD OF POWERFUL ENERGY, that went onto indwell humans with high extra sensory perception abilities, and turning them into GODS, if you will, as indeed this was quoted by Gary Mitchell after he morphed into one in the show, following his encounter with Mizz Pink Goddess, Sarah Krassle. I saw you on the step-stoop today, Captain Shatner. You know I tell the truth, and you can all go on forever mocking this Morianity. That is your privilege, but we all know that I am telling a very powerful truth here, or put perhaps slightly differently, Morianity is indwelling me.

People; you may not understand exactly just how all the things that my blogs discuss, totally tie together, like perfectly fitting jigsaw pieces. The less you want to make the effort however, to open your mind up, and see things from your own lives, that you must be scratching your heads over by now; then the less you will see. However, the more you begin to realize that stuff right out of your own lives; your dreams, your reading my words and blogs for whatever reason, whoever you all are, and so much more; from wild unexplainable crap in your own personal lives, to the very mundane every day stuff as well; then the more you will begin to make the leap, without even putting all kinds of darn effort into it. Just as when you enter a very pitch dark room and flick on a lightswith, without any attempts on your part to make it suddenly brighter and safer; things do instantly become observable and visible and clear. Darkness turns into light, and stupidity is replaced with wisdom and awareness. Seeing higher truths aren’t always real pretty, but we can learn to deal with that as we become more evolved. Three quarters of the poor and the oppressed in America, are clueless to it, despite thinking they know a few political and or financial facts of life. I truly urge anyone not in the Millionaires-Club or the Billionaires-Club, to join my pal Bernie, who would make a great president for all of us struggling Wall Street despiser’s. It is not that we do not like people of money, but we know that their eventual plan and total agenda is to literally make slaves out of all of us, every bit in the same way and the same sense as the African Americans were slaves just three halves of a tiny century ago, here in America. I, as he is, am for a major revolution. A peaceful, non violent total absolute revolution. We need millions of poor people to vote out any and all people who are elected to supposedly be on the side of all of us but are only there to kiss the asses of those with huge power, to throw them out as quickly as any of us would be fired from our rotten measly jobs, if we did not do what we were supposedly and originally hired to do. Goose and Gander. Nothing else in involved here. I make no political statements, and never ever do I encourage violence or physical riot type of revolts. In this new age, it would end up beyond disastrous, and most of us alive now would all die, and you know what, THE TERRORISTS OVERSEAS WOULD CELEBRATE! So why make them happy, or the super wealthy happy? Isn’t it time to think about us for a darn change, kind people? Http://berniesanders.com/

I canceled my colonoscopy procedure for next week, earlier this morning. I have my reasons. I plan to do this in 2016 if I am still alive. I do not think that this is going to help me, and I have to many impeding items that make doing this at this time, very ill advised. Some dirt bag Milituforce enemy is unhappy right now. They just crashed my OPEN OFFICE PROGRAM at 10:57 P.M. If this attack does not break off, I fully intend to counter strike in ways that will be felt around the world within 48 hours. I promise whoever is doing this, you and your family will be sorry emmereffers!

This attack with UTILITIES, when it begin, is major; and it goes on, and on, and on, until this evil force decides to break it off and stop it; and then it is calmer, until THEY START IT UP AGAIN, SOMEWHERE DOWN THE LINE. This has gone on now for thirty years, so I really do think this makes me qualified to know what I am talking about here, my kind ladies and gentlemen!

While I was in the process of trying to cancel this medical procedure, I was also further assaulted illegally with more utility attacks, on my telephone, and yes, I reported it all to my AT&T carrier. I pay my bills on time, and in full, and I’ll go on demanding better service than I get from all of my utility carriers, even though we all know by now, Mister Billy 1977 Joel, sir; that this is indeed quite a totally futile effort on my part, leading only to my own frustration and waste of time! Where are all the bugs in the rugs, oh great Library of 1981 Congress, and Mohr Demo Tunes; GAP Copyright Office of WASH-DOCK? I am not going to lie, great folks out here reading my blogs. Ever since that ride up to my Behavior Health place several months ago in the summer time somewhere, where lightning followed me home and tried her best to look out for me and protect me; THIS ALL GOT WORSE. I ain’t saying it wasn’t bad before, merely that this is when stuff indeed got far worse. Now I do want to thank the sheriff, for anything that he may have done, if applicable as who can ever know; for about ten days or so of quieter time; until this rotten junk all got started up against me again, last week.

I had a powerful ‘dream’ last night. I was at my old recording studio again, as this dream never ever stops, like Harborfields Detention Center dogged me all my life until finally meeting and living with the mighty King Family in 2008.

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I believe secretly for many reasons private to me, and between us; that the late disco diva Donna Summer, knew a little bit about these things, and I refuse to discuss this, unless someone wants to really help in all of this; but she called this, the “Mister Big Shot Syndrome”. You don’t need to know any more for right now, not you Professor, and not anyone reading these blogs. If I thought you needed to know, I’d dam tell. But yes, to make my point, in her MBS-SYNDROME idea, things will be hushed up if people have to KILL YOU, as you and me little peeps are always expendable, and some secrets must be there to protect the BIG SHOTS, which can translate to two items right off the bat, any large celebrity, or any super wealthy person, close to or in the Billionaire bracket!!!!

Folks; how many of you have heard of the stairs of disaster? Right away you’re maybe thinking, “Christ, he’s not going to talk about his daughter as a toddler again in that house, and his dam stupid ass repressed memories”? No I’m not!!!!!!!! OK, OK, OK, OK, John King, and Paula King????

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SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA

Boy oh boy; Callio-Martin-Nixon-Jacobson-Kennedy! What really happened to me that day on the beach, a stone’s throw far McGuire’s GAP Pittsburgh Hotel, on Tennessee Avenue, in 1974, while I was bunking over in South Atlantic City, at the home of Mizz Selena Dada, on Stenton Place??????????????????? Funny isn’t it, world? The same fuckign jerk off people who are mad because we won’t believe in their flying saucers an daliens from out there somewhere, refuse to plug my blog or believe a thing about Morianity. I didn’t find Morianity, and I sure didn’t make it all up and invent the fucking thing. Morianity, found me; it’s quite safe to say, YO!!!!

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Gone are the days of Hugh Hefner and Playboy Magazine. Tell them, Mizz Great Example Chung!

Oh may the gods pity my poor fucking pathetic endless isness of being!!! In any case kind folks, I know that at the end of the dam day, I have done all I can do, and that is my very dam best. I don’t have to hang my fucking head in shame for any man, or any woman, or any child, or any entity, anywhere!!!

Magic machine mind, Easter Sunday’s, and magical lab technicians.

Go ahead and laugh at me AG and Sheriff K.J.M.

ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND

ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists; and never ending mysterious laboratory technicians from 1984, at all great throat specialist offices, everywhere. WOW Mister R. H. Macy, sir!!!!

Great people; I have been cycling through this endless maze for nearly ten thousand years. If you don’t count this as remembering the dream, and then starting again, and allowing people all around me to convince me it was all a dream, and that I am just a stupid child “each time”, who must listen to the dam asshole grown ups insist, that I am believing a lot of nonsense; then you see me as nuts, and my hell goes on endlessly; Lieutenant Commander Jordy of Next Generation Star Trek. Round and round endlessly. Well, it seems endless, but I know it is around 200 times now, and before that, it was not happening. But that’s a lot of mother fucking times to repeat the ages of god dam fourteen through seventy, give or take here and there, each time. I hope you sleep real well at night, as I am sure you do, PPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!

This world contains a lot of miserable fucking sons of bitches, I promise you that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I see this entire world as one huge horses ass!!!!!!!!!

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At the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New Jersey.

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The only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they’re out there.

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Gee; you don’t think I proved that, just with the story of THE MENTALIST TELEVISION SHOW and those cans of sauce up at the 25th and Orange Harvest Foods in 2010?

The contractors for the PHA were supposed to instal my hurricane door by no later than early afternoon today, 2 November. They never came, and I still am putting up with slamming fuckiGN doors, all day every day for a week or two now, non fuckiGN cunt stop, by my roaches across the hall from me, James and his asshole criminal pals!!!!!!!! This is why the stock market is shooting up relentlessly, folks. Destroy and persecute me and make my life a living fuckiGN nightmare hell, and it has one way to go, UP. I believe I TOLD YOU GINA, to buy before opening bell today, YO GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My neck bite team from hell has killed my SPELL CHECK PROGRAM, again kind sheriff, or really unkind I guess, to be more dam honest about shit!!!!!!! Take it easy on me, Brad and Roseann Delaney; YO BRAH!!!

On top of this, that monster fucking whore Jane Thistleweedsface Fonda just fucked me cunt lapping again with page elven shit. Let me cunt phlegm rape, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! no bounce arounds, no 1988, no nothing prophets, and no copyrighted music fucking projects!!!!!!!!!

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