DEATH SIEGE, DEATH ATTACK, SHERIFF, BY MILITUFORCE AND COUSIN DON

Oh black princ-ESS and tape recorded cousins from HELL, here is my tub of shit as well, and it includes my link for those who wish to view a better read.

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the continuation of “The Epitome of Harrassament”

Sunday, January 10, 2016

CHAPTER 48, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 48

I AM UNDER A MOTHER FUCKING UTILITY AND BODILY DEATH ASSAULT, SHERIFF MASCARA.

THIS BEGAN LAST FUCKING NIGHT AROUND ELEVEN OR JUST PAST WITH CRAMPING AND DIARRHEA, FOLLOWED BY BANGING SOUNDS FROM EVIL NABES, AND THEN AT DAY-BREAK TODAY, THE AT&T BATTERY-BACKUP BOX WAS HIT AGAIN, WAKING THE DEAD AS WELL AS ME UP FROM SLEEP, IN HEAVY VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL RIGHTS AND THE LAWS OF THIS LAND, THAT DIRT BAG MISTER EVIL TRUMP THINKS HE IS ABOVE SOMEHOW. THISIS ALL HIS DIRT BAG DOING!!!!!!! THEN AGAIN AT TEN BEFORE TEN THIS SUNDAY MORNING, A SQUEAL ON THE PHONE ITSELF AGAIN HAS STRUCK ME.

RED ALERT—RED ALERT—RED ALERT

I was just major hacked by a Commands-Failure-Hack (CF-HACK), where I keep striking this (——–) hyphen-key and then go to hit the ENTER-KEY to draw the double black line, and it fails to respond to the command. I needed to alter the font to a different one to finally make it draw the mother fucking line; SHERIFF JENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR, AND FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

COMPUTER>>///+^’@IIIIII/III/sqwt57222/

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONICCCCCCCC:

SCAN ALL MY ENEMIES FOR TOTAL DESTRUCTION. ALL COMMANDS, ALL ORDERS, USING BOTH ATOMIC DUPLICATIONAL, AND ZERO DIMENSIONAL TECHNOLOGIES. USE THE TEXT-TONE TRANSFER COMMAND GC-5555-R3WK. ON AN ‘I’ TO ‘D’, A/B-TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, YOU WILL TAKE THE ‘I-O’ YOU SCANNED THAT IS ON YOUR ‘T-B’, AND EMPOWER IT TO MAXIMUM, NOW THAT I HAVE SINGED AND CRUSHED IT, AND WIPED IT OUT AND OBLITERATED IT. I HAVE MAXED-OUT YOUR POWER TO 11.8 IPNS POWER-PULL-GAIN (PPG). I ALSO HAVE MAXED OUT THE CONTROL SYSTEM RIDING AGAINST THIS PPG, TO 11.5 IPNS (INCHES PER NANOSECOND).

HERE ARE YOUR CONVERTED TRANSFER TONES INTO LONG ‘EEEEEE’ VOWEL SOUND HIGHLIGHTED A/B TONES IN COLOR:

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-1133, G-901, G-189, UNDER CG-18

AND S—-T—-O—-P!

WATCH OLD WORLD, WHOEVER IS DOING THISMOTHER FUCKIGN SHIT TO ME, IS GOING TO BE WIPED OUT, WRECKED, AND TOTALLY VICIOUSLY INVISIBLY DESTROYED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOU’VE BEEN MOTHER FUCKIGN WARNED, ASSHOLE MOTHER FUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Saturday, January 9, 2016

CHAPTER 47, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 47

THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH FOR COMING OVER TO VISIT ME LAST NIGHT, BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING. YOU WERE BEYOND TOTALLY AWESOME, AS ALWAYS; LOVELY BABY BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jumping bad attitudes cubed; what a wild life I live. My assholes next to me have been told by the dude who lived in there before me, to mess with me, just as he screwed with me, and pretended to be my pal. He caused all the problem that got me screamed at by that CLEANING-LADY from the Crime Watchers Desk. She and lifer-JAMES are not ever going to leave, and I must, if I want to escape these horrible mother fuckers.

Every time my blogs discuss suicide, my viewing audience drops in half or more, and I have been running that ‘test’ for years now. Oh sure I am feeling low and blue and even fucking suicidal, but I fear GOD and HELL way too much to commit murder! The same sky poisons that make me wheeze and cough, and are working on me for the past 48 hours or so, also is making Mike do likewise. He was worse than I am, when we spoke on the phone. The second I said hello to him, Diana flashed a huge colorful lightning bolt outside my window, and then she kept putting her lovely lightning all over me for an hour or so. IWALU so, and I need your codes to show, PRECIOUS GIRL from 1983!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, there may be a zillion things to discuss, but I am going to talk to myself only, and ignore whoever reads me, as this blog is my own notes and memory, and the entire world can go blow its nose for all I give a hellfire damnation, squared! People of 2016 and for the past half century, are totally unable to appreciate the gift given freely to them, visa vee; MORIANITY!

It’s eight past one, Jane Whore Motherfucker, and you missed me, you wicked rotten SWD! Today is Ron Wirtz Senior Scotland Yard anniversary day #26, right Sergeant Smarzinski and Lieutenant Sack-of-piss of Voorhees? Some things cannot ever be forgotten. Even if my brain is eaten away with everything from cancer to AHD; I will remember these horrible mother fuckign past pieces of my life of total nightmare burning breathing hell. If I had my way, something that happened in a localized parallel reality, would happen to a lot of folks who have done these monstrous and dastardly deeds to me for 30 years. I was in some weird building like a nut case ward, and it was owned by my miserable rotten Cousin Donald the KING OF ICPE-APES in all jungles. When someone acted up five times in the same calendar year in this place, they were tied up to a pole with duct tape, and another piece was placed on the patient’s mouth, real tight. They were blindfolded and told it can happen any time in the next five minutes. What is this IT thing, you ask me? If it is near bed time, you may be sorry you asked. A clothes pin was then attached to the nostrils, sealing them up. Don’t even try this at home for ten seconds. You would be very sorry to ignore my warning. Still, decades before this terrorism problem got this bad, the patients referred to this as Terror Hall, where this was done. It’s been said that viewing this would be tantamount to observing hell on Earth in its closest form. A few years after I saw this as a patient there myself, this double of me from that parallel universe was visited again by me here. This became the fave torture of the terrorists there, who were known as GODS-JURY.

Yes, the world is an amazing place, just as I have said and contended all along. I would join Gods Jury in this parallel world, other than for one reason. They don’t promote freedom, but to the contrary, they discourage individuality, freedom of self expression; and they are all for the austere absolute rigidity of encouraged conformity, to their ideas of GOD. There is one god, and Allah-Elohim is the same god that all of us feel deep within, as we take final breaths, and shutter at what might come next. This same exact one true GOD is never a promoter of murder, but instead, is a god of love, demanding justice for sinners, yes; but with the mercy of allowing people to have free will, so they can choose whether they wish to live with this Almighty creative force in Sahasra Dal Kanwal, or exist outside of it in a form of spiritual outer darkness, caused by the full realization that endlessness is real, and that they are lost in forever, without this great PINK GODDESS! If this group believed a truer reality, I’d join them in a heartbeat, but nowhere does Pink Goddess promote murder, or the removal and hatred of individualism.

Anyone with smarts, is always able to take any writing, from religious texts of ages back into iniquity, to a blueprint of the Washington Monument, and make something that is not there, appear, as in a parlor trick illusion. Many haters of the Christian faith have taken a lot of scriptures and used them to create powerful and very dangerous cults, for a century or so now. It is a very clever stunt indeed, but those who fall victim to those cults and somehow manage to survive and even become eventually extricated from them, will never laugh at what was done to them and is being done to others, repeatedly. Without attempting to propagate a myth here, kind folks; beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and what we like, love, hate, and believe as personal truth, is like the relative taste of the proverbial person who kissed the cow. Even cold harsh down to Earth impersonal truths such as formulas and mathematics, can exist for long periods throughout human history, and never properly used to produce powerful truths that surround each one of us here in this every day normal routine daily life. Not one scientist agrees with me, that these cold hard strict non changing mathematics can be used to measure human life and humanity in general, dividing them from Mountainpen and his Morianity, big hypertime gargantuan cubed! Ever since the summer time of 1982, I figured out how to connect the so called (David Leigh Cooley Hall impersonal world of mathematics), into human equation, using measurement values in numeration, to reflect the type of days I was having, day by day by day by day. This lead to a formula where my entire life could very easily be graphed and placed on what I came to call, my LIFE-CHARTS. Every bit as real as the technical charts that reflect bullish and bearish moves in the stock market and other markets; this very same impersonal-mathematics became transferable data, into my very personal tangible real human life. Without my doing this, kind people, YO; I never would have had real proof-on-paper, after August of 1986, as to just how my life had suddenly altered on a dime on that magical cursed fucked up fifteenth day of that month and year. All of this does lead up to a lot of powerful things, such as how five people standing at a roulette table who all are keeping track of their own private HOT-NUMBERS, can cause an interactive effect that goes onto further prove many major things discussed in my ten year MORIANITY project and blog! To even open this topic up in the smallest way right now, would make this blog a thousand pages long. Don’t worry or fret, as the old song goes; and to quote lovely and highly intelligent JUJU here, “IT’S NOT HAPPENING”!!!

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THE NEXT BLOG WILL BE CHAPTER 48.

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HHHHHHHOOOOLY SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT.

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CHAPTER 46, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

This will be my last post for a while. Fuck all of you. No one is reading me, so screw U. I am tired of the hacking too, FCC, Bob McDowell. I try to make this print bold or large, and Blogger won’t follow my command, an dis hacking me, so fuck them fucking too! GO ENJOY SOME OTHER ‘FUCKIGN’ BLOGM, ASSHOLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You’ll all fucking miss mother fucking me, after I am gone.

GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS

CHAPTER 46

So my father seemed to know quite a lot of people connected in with EW, as I told before on numerous blogs when my blog-project was new in the early third of this now solid ten year project. He had some shit with him in his first of those two visits in the middle seventies, that he could not have had if he did not know some really wild people in entertainment circles. I know he did something that he shouldn’t, and got someone really pissed the fuck off. He somehow knew the recording artist Terry Jackson or Jacks as he went by for short back when he had his hit record in January 1974, written by Rod McCuen and some co-writer whose name escapes me presently. He also knew some record producer, and he had an entire box of promo-only 45 LPR vinyl records. He knew an awful lot of shit that later was confirmed by some recording engineers I came to know, working underneath of Howard Solomon, back in 1980, at the RPL Sound Studios of Camden city, in Jersey, USA. As Ron Reagan put it so perfectly and eloquently, “Trust but verify”. Well, I did, even if it was six years in the dam future and two from the great Star Trek motion picture. As for what he did; he made off with some shit that did not belong to him, but that is only half of the story. He also conned some big wigs in one of his treasure salvage deals. Why these things never worked out I will never know, other than he married into the wrong fucking family, as we Huntington’s tend to hang around, endlessly cursed, in a lot more places than neat Frailenger’s Salt Water Taffy on Tennessee Avenue and the Boardwalk of Atlantic City. This would include a great town thirty miles west called Hammonton, and also if we stay east in town there, the Baywatch Mitch Levy Life Station Tower directly across the boardwalk from WAYV and her great founder, Mizz Paula Exploratron King, mother of PINK GODDESS.

JANUARY 9, 2016,

LATE SATURDAY AFTERNOON, AT 4:34,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 76 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY——-(H-77/L-60).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 72%, FEELING LIKE 59.

WIND IS SSE AT 7, GUSTING TO.

TOTAL RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES-0000.

With or without any pirate jokes, magical chanting from Steve, or wonderful know-it-all knowledge from the great Patty-Paula, allow me please to inform you that very shortly, my death has been meticulously planned out by me, and will be mother fuckign carried out, and nobody can stop me. HA-HA-HA-HA mother fuckers!!! I’ll be mother fuckign rid of all of you cock knocking dirty bastard scum bags!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE.

People, my life totally fucking S—U—C—K—S!!!

Now, lovely Aunt fucking Jeannie, YO, a little tad bit more here concerning the STAR TREK MOTION PICTURE and the V-GER VOYAGER probe, and how my dad knew all about major shit, from 1974, four full years before this great production was more than a “thought in the minds of some Hollywooders”!

There is no time travel, not in any way that current science can deal with beyond the fun and amusement of speculation and syfy and really way cool fucking science shows along with similarly related topics of religion or the more far out types of it, as well as the world of magic and the philosophical. All that aside, and being said up front, here is the mother fuckign BOMB-SHELL. To accomplish the very same effect and result OF TIME TRAVEL, one needs only become a genuine certified member of the multiversal secret order, that morianity has labeled and named and called, the Exploratronic Supermind Society. The same exact shit can be done with non-time travel, if one is an accomplished dream-traveler, yet in all honesty, no laws of physics are broken, no laws of causality are broken, and no violations come into play on the seventh dimension of LAWTRONICS, either!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PROJECT AUNT JEANNIE, in the opinion of the author of this universe’s Morianity, me, Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr, is this universe’s tunnel or gateway or secret majestic ops bridge if you will, where in the middle late twentieth century somewhere, our reality here began to join up with this multiversal society or dream-group. Now in th great books by the father of the new-age as many consider him to be, Mister Carlos Castaneda; there is serious discussion about such a society, but whether this great man intentionally left out some really powerful details or merely does not know or understand them himself yet, is not known by the Mountainpen. Still his great books such as DREAMGATES and others, will at least open the door to people who may be interested in the topic, and that don’t trust nobody-people such as Mountainpen, those without degrees, reputation, documentation to prove expert status in their field, or others of fame and power willing to offer up testimonials and short blurbs in their favor that manage to make it into mainstream media publication. How else can someone go from a nobody crackpot into a NOT that? Still, that is the real BARRIER, in fact I feel my book title hits it square on the head, back in 1994; as to me that is the ultimate and absolutely quintessential PERMISSION BARRIER to let other fellow Earth occupants into their world of powerful secret knowledge and understanding. At 12 minutes before fucking 5, a second FIRE ALARM is going off today, Sheriff Ken J. Mascara sir, just in case you may be at all interested!

Remembering things from DREAMS in real super clear order, is done by adding more and more mini-stages or mini-stepped-controllers, as many parallel universe inhabitants who are indeed way more advanced in both time and technology than we here are, all know this to be. They can pull you into their dreams to get knowledge from us, and this is done to secret agents a lot, and I am now going to discuss the matter further, since I am a dead man anyway, and I mother fucking know it. I knew in 1983, instinctively, that I am on some kind of cosmic list of MUST-BE-LOSER-FAILURE people. Attempting to break out of it will get you into trouble in various degrees, all based on the amount of success you may have in doing so. I knew this while playing the game of Roulette, in th casinos of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. It was further confirmed three years later, first choking to death, and then the persecution that never ever went away, tot his very day. As I type-speak, again, ladder-15 has deactivated the fire-alarm, and it is now 4:55 in the Post Meridian, or the AFTER NOON, as ANTE’ means BEFORE the meridian or NOON, those 12 hours either way!!! When I claim that everything happening, is for me, don’t think this is Carly Simon Vanity (CSV), as it isn’t, YO. You too can make the very same claim, and if you are being persecuted, and I am the only person nearby you who could cause you a problem, then I promise you, HALLS FAWCES, awake and or asleep, OR-AW, WILL INDEED cause me to make some kind of problem for you, even without me being aware or in any kind of realization to this while it is happening, and most likely ever. If someone needed a FIRE ALARM ATTACK, and I was the only one in this entire building at the time, then somehow, these FAWCES would get me to cook something and maybe forget about it, and then get a sudden shit attack, and then as it burns on the stove, bingo, the alarm would go off, as I promise you all things happen through these FAWCES, and nothing ever happens fuckiGN independently of nothing. You missed me Mizz Jane Dirtbag Thistlethorns Sleazeweedsdisease!!!!!!!! HA-HA!

Oh yes kind folks, things have been so bad, that you are not even getting the daily reports of my errands, such as paying my rent, going to the grocery store, and many other things this week alone. Every mother fucking time I copy anything, the margin is being hacked and altered to be all fucking weird and fucked up, Bob McDowell, of the great and powerful FCC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My dying declaration and dying utterance, is official. Also, Sheriff and Attorney General, it matters 0-goose eggs whether or not I end my life, if THEY make it impossible for me to continue living, then THEY still have committed first degree murder on me!!!!!!!! Nothing changes, and truth will always equal out as truth. Yes Mister Alan Wolf from 1966; you, Wilson Jessup, and I; had some strange soul traveling experiences, regarding Tennessee Avenue, and the great Trinity-Trinidad Hotel, of Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA. And yes, right at that same spot, in July of 1997; I spoke words of great truth but did not yet understand why I had spoken them; to John the Greek, at his parking lot, right there at the Endicott-Tag Pink Goddess Games Hotel. I said and I quote, “My life ended in the year 1970”. Yes, Mister Wolf, it did, and you are 100% correct my friend. But I am not speaking to Allan, am I dear agents, and family, and ‘whoever/whatever’—-Congressman Oakangel Andrews???????????????? How many Bob Andrews’ can live on Oak Street in Haddon Heights, at the same time, Mister Genius Pedersen, for crying out loud?

“My life ended in the year 1970”.

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There is no way in mother fucking hell, that I can experience an entire lifetime of being this super screwed, 24-7-365.2422 for more than 61 cunt chewing fucking years, by some purely random outlandish set of endless coincidences, and that’s a guarantee, Mister Boxer Foreman, John or George!!!

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OUCH, PAULA KING-WAYV-FM!!!

I was stepping back down into regular consciousness in slow stages. We all step up and down between being awake and being asleep, in quite a few mini stages of brain activity alteration, that is only presently measured in waves such as alpha and theta and delta and along these lines, but I promise you that all of these states have additional fractions. In other words, yes there are number integers of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and so forth, however, there is 3.5, and 3.6 and 3.61 and 3.62, so hopefully I am being successful at drawing you a pictorial and digital comparison here, to help you get what I am saying. Normally, conscious mind never allows us the waking-world memories of many of these conditions that as a result of their being there, cause us to have staged and stepped dreaming interactions in reference to being here and wakeful with memory to this.

Professional ‘dreamers’ meaning not those merely ‘having dreams’, such as ESS-MEMBERS, and perhaps others, as who can ever tell; but folks, they actually use these mini-stepped brain activities, to harness much of their advanced exploratronic somnambulism activities on their doppelgangers who are actually awake in their own universes that parallel this one here, in the vast gargantuan multiverse of full-hyperspace. Last night, after Diana and I had been at a lovely park with awesome gorgeous waterfalls, I began to ”fall asleep” away from there, and I instantly became aware that I was heading back here into this lousy Mark Wayne Mohr dream, where I find myself an old 61 year old man, a total failure loser lightweight who is completely totally miserable, cursed, and fucked up. Spoken so truly by Cousin Trump and caused so dastardly by dirt bag fucking cousin Huntington!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So just how do these stepped things work, in-between dreaming and waking cycles, in human terms that maybe can be related to? Well, did you ever experience a powerful DREAM and when you begin to wake, you do it slowly? Many forget this, but it happens, even to vivid dreamers who forget how it works even when remembering the DREAMS. When I was learning how simple it was to work certain things out, by HALLS FAWCES and many of the PLANK-GODS, that sort of interchange many times; the more I stepped into the waking, the less I could retain the powerful details of information that seemed so totally simple and easy before the waking consciousness began getting stronger than the dreaming under-consciousness, of 6-D connection. But there are ways to control the processes of these steps. There is also something called DOUBLE-DREAMING, and there is something else called Equalization-Dreaming. The Holy bible uses EQ-DREAMING for many of the great ancient prophets. Many hyperspace universes have exactly matching realities that are not truly equal quantities of agreeing matter. If however a barn is always a cat when transferring this data from one world into another, then anything experienced in that world can indeed be used as prophecy, especially if it is slightly ahead in a time cycle. Controlling this intentionally as the gods do upon occasion, is called DOUBLE-DREAMING. I don’t make these things up. You wanna’ know who they sent to me in PHASE-4 to tell me all about this less than a week ago? Get ready to jack off and scream Holy Piss-water folks. The great Marshall Matt Dillon of Gunsmoke. Remember all characters of fiction are real on the Astral Plane, and they all attempted to get onto mortal hyperspace waking worlds in some type of a Lawtronic-Violation, and then the system kicks them down from PHASE-3 normal birth life, into the dreams and fantasies of already existing Phase-3-Entities, such as you and me, and these are known as the PHASE-4-Entities.

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The FEDERAL BUREAU of INVESTIGATION is a really great part of the law enforcement system, and I always respected the great Mister Hoover, who once over saw the ops, when it was a relatively new organization. One day when I was a small child of late single digit age if I am correctly remembering the story told to me by my mother; this great outfit wanted her to come into their Philadelphia office on her lunch hour from her job at the Lavino Shipping Company, now the Inchcape Corporation after this British firm bought them out. They showed her photos of my father, her husband, in Florida in his diving suit, as back in those times, he did a lot of work for two well known salvage companies here in this state, the Real Eight, owned by Kip Wagner, and the more famous one, Treasure Salvers INK, owned by Melvin Fisher! The FBI was very mean to my mom, and did not believe her when she told them that they weren’t in contact with each other at the time. She was being completely honest, but as well all know from watching any kind of cops and robber shows or law shows, they cannot just believe stuff, and have to give suspects a hard time, it is their job. I fully get that, and hold no resentment at all. But one day after a few times of this, my mom called her friend Helen Gregory. She was dating a top general in the United States Army at the time, and were quite bosom close, and planning a possible marriage, until Helen began getting ill, from a fast moving cancer, that went onto take her not that far later on in time. Having powerful friends is always great, and I grew up with a lot of them, from family contact. I am not used to the new life I live, IN HELL, without any of them. The entire mother fucking world has abandoned me, and that is why I know that I have had to have died and gone to hell. I know I died a whole bunch of times, and have blogged the stories with very perfect accuracy, for anyone interested at all, to read! Getting back to the FBI in the late sixties somewhere, this is why a tap was on the phone all of my life, and there is a lot to the story of my dad and his diving, and the treasure charts that he left to me, that I have no one to pass onto. Before I kill myself, I am just going to destroy them. Why should I do otherwise, in all valid quests for truth?

Some people talk about being eighty-sixed, others speak of being pummeled and reamed. Many who believe their lives are the product of a really rotten cosmic deal of a sort, say the decks of the star clusters are stacked against them, or some such hocus freaking pocus, and all great Frisbee throwers of the Twilight-Zone. Others just got angry 35 years ago like Steve McGinty did, with his subordinate, at the great Mars Graphics Printing Shop; and told him he was a turkey. I have heard yet still others tell me, and I will quote them, “Mark, dam it, I’ve been submarined”. The freaking garbage Spell-Checker on my Open Office program doesn’t even accept the word as valid, and makes me add it to their dictionary. I did. Still, people have indeed told me this, and I sure as Store High In Transport ain’t a lyin’ about it; kind folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah I thought you were a hell of a nice guy once, Ryan, over at BJ’s Studio. Your boss Tony BonJovi put a big ass knife in my back. Why am I not shocked and surprised, at that turkey? Maybe because I’m getting used to getting submarined a lot too, my friend!!! In any event, I think this looks like an upside down boat, anyway. I guess that eighty-sixes my whittle bwog and me trying to be cwever and cwoot, huh Mister Fwudd, YO!!!!!!!!! Enough of this stupid prishy garbage.

TO QUOTE MY MOM, “BOY OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY”.

Two straight days of really nasty chemtrailing, just when my meds were cut; to make me feel worse of course. Once I commit fuckiGN suicide Sheriff; none of you will ever be able to hurt this poor old fuckiGN dumb ass bastard, ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever fucking cunt again, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 45

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What I have not told, ties a lot of things or recent events, of both myself, and the interactive nightmare around me; up all neat and tidy with a pretty bow on mother fucking top of it.

When the two electrical outlets went off and back on three or four times; I was on the phone with Mike Patterson, who called me out of the blue, about the lottery that everyone is so buzzing about; and all of this happened right after I blogged how I already knew the number, which was one of my Morianity-Experiments, where I admit to making up a tale to get a reaction from the Milituforce enemies, and within a week or less, on an averaged out time frame, I always come clean and tell how this was a lie, yes; but it was just an experiment to get a Ron Wirtz 1994 National Park, New Jersey reaction!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ever since my dirt bag metaphysically created distant cousin, ran for president; matching the time frame perfectly to that mother fuckiGN day, that I went to my looney tunes fruit cake factory clinic, back last June somewhere; and experienced that off the dials death assault from the Milituforce Otammites, or the (WOMO) for shortened abbreviation; this began. It had nothing to do with my going out that day to the Oven-Beach, (VERO) Florida-USA, Treasure Coast Community Health place. This was purely a real true occasional ”coincidence”, and what really is happening is my cousin is using his famous between us and only us, covert invisible stealthy tactics of APPLIED INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT. Every time he or his pals inflict misery and attack and pain on me in some way, his wealthies benefit, or he does, either or. This has been going on since the middle mother fuckiGN eighties with us, and one of these days, I will reverse engineer a recording, and he will vanish. Oh he will be here, physically, just no longer this dirt bag magical man of mystery, that HIM will be gone forever, back to where it came from, the land of my open reel recorder an dits great magic. I have carried this Huntington mother fucking curse on my back like a heavy clawing monkey, for a very long pussy huffing time, folks, and I am very cunt chewing sick and tired of this god dam mother fuckign bull shit; so let me tell you all right here and now, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I wish to the mother fuckiGN gods that my only enemy was my metaphysical cousin. Exploratron Patty-Paula has also caused me lots of trouble. But only with a bunch of powerful people beyond what any of you could even reason or conceive of, can this entire conspiracy against me be carried off in such incredible mother fucking detail and precision. If there was no Trump, I would be able to have AT&T go into court with me, and verify dozens of telephone records from my past, conversations such as when my number was (609) 783-4020 in 1975, as well as late 20th and early fucking 21st century telephone conversations and hang up calls. You know the mother fuckiGN funniest part of all was how I almost cried as a little scum bag toddler in my grand parents Philly home at 440 South 50th Street, when I learned of the telephone, and was told it would not reach where my grandfather was, in ”heaven”, you know, the story we all get told whether we believe in religion and that sort of shit or not, when someone dies and we are just little mother fuckign children. Real funny, you Astral mother fuckign gods, real real mother fuckiGN funny, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I don’t expect people to understand how I can believe that fictional television shows, such as Star Trek’s great episode about the great PINK GODDESS OF GARY MITCHELL, can be taken literally, and I am not angry at anyone for not understanding. The blind are leading the blind, just as Herby Letts and the great Jesus before him, so stated. Way too many coincidences are all rapped up in this, such as the love sonnet from the Canopious Planet in the year 1996, when I wrote my love song for the great PINK GODDESS, as shown below. Look, in all honesty, great folks, whoever the shit you are and wherever you’re ‘really’ from, I would think you are all a bunch of morons and turkey’s to take any of this at face value. But on the same dam token, people; I think of this of people who wont even try to make the leaps after I painstakingly go to the trouble of a ten year lengthy explanation, as to just why I TOTALLY KNOW THIS IS ALL TRUE AND REAL!!!!!!!!!!

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GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 44

CHEMTRAILS TODAY WERE VERY BAD, and they have made an old sick frail man even sicker. They take away my medicine, the AMA that is, through black operations wet-work covert stealth, and then they make me sicker since last night. I began feeling fucking really bad last night in the final hours of the calendar-day, and all day today, and YYYYYYYYYY????????

CHEMTRAILS

ANYONE WHO LIKES TO POST THESE THINGS UP ON THE YOUTUBE, NEEDS TO GET OVER TO MY BUILDING RIGHT NOW, AT AVENUE B, AND SEVENTH STREET, HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA.

This is how our military is trained to fight. Dirty, cheat-style tactics, knock a person down, kick him or her, and then go right on kicking and kicking, like the scum that they all are!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, all savants know this fucking shit; THE END!

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WOW-THAT AND WOW-THAT AND WOW-THAT!!!!!

THE MINUTE I TALK ABOUT IMPROVING; ‘KAPUT’,

RIGHT MISTER HISTORY TEACHER QUAY FROM 1968

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Now as to this information I wish to impart to my blog-viewers: We live in a global economy. Most of us know that, as they also are aware that in the continents to our east; Asia, and Europe, and Africa, and so forth; they are already into the following day and date, when it is night time, or early in the morning here on the east coast of the United States of America. Now, when the Wall Street New York people, are anticipating major woes and troubles, on the following day, as a result of the Asian and European markets acting extremely negatively; even though it may be only 10 at night, or 2 in the morning here; it is much later there, even at 10, it is already about 12 hours later, or 10 AM the following trading day in Tokyo; and then by 3 and 4 and 5, New York City time, the dam European markets open, and begin also reacting negatively to the Asian markets, and again, because we have become a major mother fucking GLOBAL ECONOMY over the past 10-40 years, more and more and more. As you also know, these Wall Street nightmare monster fucking scum, use a covert stealthy tool that my Morianity has named and labeled, APPLIED PARALLEL EVENT and INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT, or ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is what happened both last night as well as today, and is QUITE OBVIOUSLY WHY I WAS ASSAULTED WITH THAT ATTACK ON MY UTILITY SYSTEM, with the blown transformer across the street, and my one outlet receptacle effected, through their wild ESS technology somehow. I fully intend to have the Fort Pierce Utility Authority look into this. If you use the word ‘FIRE’, people tend to get nervous and jumpy. GOOD!!!! I intend to go into the place this week and tell them of my situation, and remind them that this wild shit MUST BE SOME KIND OF A FIRE HAZARD, reminding them of the already near-fire in this apartment, caused by weird electrical bullshit. As you may or may not remember folks, somewhere around two years ago, or between one and two years, I suddenly had my heater-cooler system shut down, and things smelled all smoky inside this apartment. I did not need a new heater-cooler, but I did need a new 220 volt electrical receptacle. I am going to leave you with something else, that one out of 1000 TOPS, ministers and pastors and church leaders know and believe in faith, and that is known to me without faith, as my entire life is inside this living nightmare truth; and that is that nothing just happens, and that all things are caused by influences of either good or evil, from the biggest to the smallest. So all house fires, all plane crashes, and all of the everything’s everywhere, DO NOT JUST HAPPEN BY RANDOM; and I totally know this. I also know that we all are under this same shit that I am, but my shit is much huger and stronger for reasons that have to do with being part of a very mysterious family, as well as part of a cosmic plan that spans human understanding, and awareness, at its total maximum, in present times in this present dimensional 4-D universe system. Good and evil, without carbon based life, that runs a consciousness brain-speed of approximately 400 instants per minute; is just that, a positive or a negative force of electromagnetic polarity in cosmos, and no more. But add Adam’s life, his tree and fruit eating habits, his original sin, and our god SSJKK into the mix; and the human equation or carbon based 400 IPM consciousness waking life, transfers these otherwise dormant pluses and minuses into righteousness and evil. And so now, everything inside of this simulationogram ever since this all happened, is now a part of this wild GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS game!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is why these mother fuckers go on hammering and annoying me, every time I type a new paragraph and say forbidden things onto this machine. To quote Engineer Scottie on Star Trek’s great Starship Enterprise; “There’s no knowing, and no stopping it either”!!!!!! I thought last night, that this shit with the fucking lottery was what was behind my assault, but I was mistaken. It is, as always, NOTHING OTHER THAN FUCKING JERK OFF MONSTER WALL STREET, and this nightmare monster has eaten my entire life up, and literally burned the flesh off of my pathetic bones; ruining my entire adult life, for thirty years, come the 15th of this cunt chewing fucking August!!!!!!!!!!

SLAM—SLAM—SLAM—SLAM—SLAM

It is eleven shy of six on Saturday evening, January 9, 2016, and boy these turd chewing doors are fucking going again, since the dam mother fucking fire alarm went off, SHERIFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE TWINBAY UPBEATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes Mister Alan Wolf from 1966; you, Wilson Jessup, and I; had some strange soul traveling experiences, regarding Tennessee Avenue, and the great Trinity-Trinidad Hotel, of Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA. And yes, right at that same spot, in July of 1997; I spoke words of great truth but did not yet understand why I had spoken them; to John the Greek, at his parking lot, right there at the Endicott-Tag Pink Goddess Games Hotel. I said and I quote, “My life ended in the year 1970”. Yes, Mister Wolf, it did, and you are 100% correct my friend. But I am not speaking to Allan, am I dear agents, and family, and ‘whoever/whatever’—-Congressman Oakangel Andrews??????????

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GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 46

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THE NEXT BLOG WILL BE CHAPTER 47.

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