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A major screw up is going down, should not have told the gods I was planning a counterstrike over the weekend, I knew better and did it aniwho HM. This is my fault and no one is 2 blame except 4 me. I have no mouse, and more than 73000 viruses according to a pop window have tried to enter this device recently, and Ed needs to hit a redo or update and “X”, and I will tell him about it. If I hit it here, the night will B shot 4 sure, it all ready is, as this was supposed to B chapter-blog number 20, but I don’t know what it is right now, as he screwed up royal and told me it was me that screwed up last time, and I was going 2 amend that on the POINT AND COUNTERPOINT PART OF THIS BLOG, now I will not. I am no match for these wicked astral realm gods, NONE, no matter what I ever try to do, they will win, THE ROCK, PAPER, AND SCISSORS WINS OUT every time, they have all of the Copperfield supernatural power, I have none, just a few tricks as a mortal man that I have managed to learn from Diana while mastering the FASCITAR 6/10 methods of ASTRAL PROJECTION. They can fix it and Bill Gates is one of a handful of persons that know I am not making any of this stuff up, go ahead and ask him, some hot shot out there, just go ahead. He will understand MO-GOSP, just a couple of decades B4 he can use and apply this technology, but he will tell U what is being done to me with a high ten-twelve level of MOTIVE-GOAL SOFTWARE PROGRAM. I swear to the gods that if Ed has a logical explanation this time or a new SECRET POCKET IN HIS LAPTOP POUCH, that last time he had the thing for me to plug all the port connections into, then I will B a monkey’s believer uncle’s butt-hole at the speed of light cubed twice or C to the 6th power!!!!!!!! They do not want me to tell what I wanted to tell, and unless Ed can fix me up 4 Sunday here on the work-post, with this stupid computer, I am ready to chuck this entire project and say UNCLE at ONE MILLION BELLS OF SOUND PRESSURE LEVEL. I do not need this Ross aggravation, not on the night of 9/19/83 or on this early stinking morning of 1/26/8. I HAVE FREAKING TOTALLY AND COMPLELTELY HAD IT. Ed does not mean to do things that R hurting me, but just will not C nor believe that the gods R using him 2 indeed do exactly this. B4 the day in the library that we sort of {joined-up}, my life was not one ninth this horrible, U would all have gone nuts or slit your dern throats, but to me, it was mild urine next to now and since that day. Again, it is not his fault, it is the fault of DONNA SUMMER, DONALD TRUMP, SARAH CALLIO MARTINO, ROBERT MCGUIRE, ROBERT LEVY, MARTINO THE HUSBAND AND PARENTS OF SARAH CALLIO, ED SNYDER, SPECTAURINE, ALL FLYERS-HOCKEY CONNECTED FILTH, DOW JONES AND THE CROOKED STOCK MARKET SYSTEMS OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, MAY U ALL ROT IN ENDLESS TORTUOUS STINKING HELL [DOGTOWN]. If Ed can explain this week’s debacle as he did the previous week with the port connector in the pouch inside the laptop bag, fine, I want 2C this one 4 myself bwaby freaking wuv. I am mad, yes, not at Ed, but at the gods, and at the humans listed above herein working directly 4 these evil spiritual forces that hate me and my stinking family line and have for 6 thousand freaking years!!!!!!!!! I guess I am getting resourceful, as using the laptop pad is almost now as routine 4 me as the external mouse. I try using the mouse on the left [good] side and port of the machine, it works a moment or so and then a window pops up that says the system cannot properly interface to it, so I just took it out and am using the laptop 4 one hundred percent of everything. As 4 changing the document from number 19 to number 20, he showed me this, but cannot get into his mind that some of us normal mortals not into computers the way he is almost 12/7, no pun or joke here, half of the 168 hours in the week, he is on a computer and has been all of his life, us regular humans need the rote of repeating things several times. Well, he changes the documents, and I do not remember how, so if I truck it all up, there goes the night and the blog for total sure!!!!! Let him cut and paste and make a number 20 for posting on Monday. I still am calling this a supplemental blog. The gods that R against this project, will fight me every step of the way, and Stacey does not seem to care that here I am just mortal flesh and extremely vulnerable to attack and endless hellish suffering. None of this was meant to be typed; this was not my blog, at least not originally. This so far has been a totally wasted Freddie Fender night. So now we will forget this until I can ring Eddie’s neck in the morning light Donna, tomorrow!!!!!!

Well, the future and the gods and the lawtrons, all the same full kit trucking thing just jumbled and shaken up somewhat if U understood things on my level, so aniwho, yes sir and mam, they know that I am at work and they have me by the shake stick. U know it and they know it, and these filth know I know they know it, and I know they all R laughing their sick and diseased twisted heads off somewhere in what David Roth used to refer to as when he and I would go together into the pines and have serious talks about our problems, into their “hack rooms”. This rotten bunch of pure evil filth just tried to make me look at the time, it is a set of ones, if I had, the night would have gone from beyond worse to unfathomably beyond freaking-butt worse!!!!!! Ha-tee-hee, it did not work, and now another death angel on the left side, my watch is kept precisely 3 hours ahead from 10:30 until 1:30, in both meridians. Death angels R beyond freaking constant and major annoying, they will lessen or I swear I will do something that I cannot safely blog, read my mind ya-turds!!!!!

On top of this, right after I posted up my blog on the mid afternoon of Friday the 25th, a major pain in my tooth on the lower left, that the enemy uses from time to time, sprung back to life with a sudden total spiritual wickedness in high places, VENGENCE!!!!!!!! Thursday night’/s attack on my body was another severe blow, I all ready blogged this and told the world about this, but in reiteration, this was simply the beginning of some real pure stinking total Dogtown [HELL]. Let me stop bitchin’an moanin’ now, and get on with the blog that should have really opened up here.

I am in no way trying to bring together the two people I now am about to discuss, one is married and one was, or so I think, do not keep up with Hollywood junk, just not and never will B my whittle thing, sahwee!!!!!! Aniwho, one was famous when the other was not even born yet, and now the other is super famous, while the original one is more famous in his belief system, whatever sinks your sub, I do not judge those with extremely high egos, if anything, I envy them. How can a loser that the gods’ wreck every single thing U do every single time, have an ego? Wake up 4 Chrissake!!!!!. Aniwho, I speak now of Jessica Simpson, and Billy Harner. Let me start with the one of these tow entertainers that I personally know, as opposed to only have heard of as with the majority of U. This would B Billy Harner, and his website is www.billyharner.com. It may seem funny that I will now talk somewhat lengthy about these two people that R in no way connected, beyond both being recognized entertainers, in two different time periods, in a large way. Billy will tell U and I quote, when I said I want him to make a come back, “I NEVER LEFT”. OK, and I am six feet five inches and 220 pounds of solid muscle with a BMI not the musical BMI of 3%. I am 21 and gorgeous, super wealthy, and have the world by the skin jewels. Hey it takes a dollar honey-buns, anyone is allowed their dreams. But JS does have the world by the cumcubes, and she knows it, and she should know it. She is a ravishing beauty, talented if UR young and enjoy today’s modern post World War 2 music, and she knows she can have any dude on the planet. Let me get all this out in the open and right up front, it is very pertinent, because if she was ugly and the girl next door with no name recognition, the PARALLEL EVENT THING WITH HER that is making all this huge gossip around not just the world water cooler systems, but in households yard to yard. So 4 those that have been hiding in a cave or lost at sea 4 the last year or so, it seems as U all know, she and her big strong football player boyfriend, have this parallel event thing where if she attends games, certain teams lose and certain teams win. All I want 2 know is Y does it take a great mighty star like JS to make the reality of all of this just that, REALITY?????? Her atoms and her quanta waves R just as yours and mine. Anyone may at any time suddenly notice a PARALLEL EVENT of U doing something and a seemingly totally unconnected thing happens in either major preponderance or every time, in the case of the great Jessica, this is indeed a major strong parallel event, like my PHILLIES, FLYERS, AND DOW JONES problem, in fact hers maybe is even stronger. Parallel events that become magnetized over long stretches of times still have varying ranges in percentage, of their power. With me for instance, my life being in the toilet along with all major Philadelphia ball clubs except for the hockey team called the FLYERS, and the Dow Jones Stock 30 average being bullish and going way UP is all one direction, while concentrically, a BEAR MARKET, A LOSING FLYERS HOCKEY TEAM, and a WINNING Philadelphia 76ERS, and EAGLES, and PHILLIES, and my life BEING ON A good and positive path, ALL GO IN THIS OTHER DIRECTION, ONLY THEY NEVER EVER DO, AT LEAST 4 VERY DERN LONG!!!!!!!!! So the world makes this following statement to me and I accept it: B a famous big hot shot gorgeous hot female star and parallel event is real, as poor whittle Mountainpen has been preaching 4 more than 2 freaking decades, but B poor kit head Mountainpen, and UR just a pathetic delusional crazy in need of a sike ward and a gag!!!!!!!!! Must B nice 2BU JS. But I do have something U don’t have, the truth, not by any kind of faith or hopeful belief, ya’C honey, I know this goes on forever and ever and remember how I wish the exact opposite to occur, U on the other hand R scared the lights will go out someday, and that no matter how any of U out there in this MW wanna cut it, puts me pens and indeed MOUNTAINS over all of U. But I was never stingy with what I knew, remember that people of the Earth, I did my little-nobody best 2 tell yall the real total truth, and everybody just basically spit in my face, as they did to my 61st grand father’s uncle Jesus. As 4 Billy, well, UR free 2 remember me and our project as the embarrassment of your career, go ahead old pal, make it all just do a David Copperfield and make it all vanish, poof, it never even happened. Trouble is, this will all play right into my hands, all this happened B4 in many parts of HS with many others, and I have stuff that will all B posted 2 my website 2 indeed totally prove that every claim I make is real. I may end up sued and in prison B4 this all is over and done with, Stacey told me this, fine, martyr Mark, looks like it is all an unavoidable situation 4 me.

As 4 Dorian Grey, this is not a made up plot, it is based on NATIVE AMERICAN belief systems, ANCIENT WISDOM pre-dating the so called VARIGI MASTERS OF THE GREAT ECK. They were scared 2 death 2B photographed, remember, I was in a tribe nearly 400 years ago as a young pregnant female who myself shot thorough the head 4 doing no wrong. Those old Brittish muskets could do the job quite well, and I’ll never forget the life going out of me while I laid on the canoe bleeding quickly to death in the middle sixteen hundreds. Go ahead, say I’m a loony and believe whatever the Dogtown U wanna believe. If all of U were so great that R in charge and running the show, YR all of U on drugs, on 3rd and 4th spouses, split families, suicides and overdoses, yeah, break my back all of U and tell me how U all have everything so totally together, and that I am clueless to it all and don’t know a dern thing that I’m talking about!!!!!!!! So back to Dorian and the images on electromagnetic capture: The Native Americans 4 the most part knew that there is-ness of being or lawtronic counterpart or SOUL, was able 2B duplicated in the electromagnetic spectrum and even reproduced with a recording system of AVM, they just couldn’t have put the language down precisely as I just said it, BUT THEY KNEW, as in those that get [A KNOWING]. They would kill photographers to retrieve and burn their EMF-captured-soul image. Some photogs really lost their lives, but wait to learn this at your local school, right, give me a break, I was there, I KNOW!!!!! U all R like my own mother, I used 2 tell her I knew what others do not, and she basically as all of U do, couldn’t care less, and it cost her, as it will cost U. I am not threatening, but one day in a higher reality, U will say, “oh the gods, if I had just listened to that fat little jag officer, if only! Yeah, if only, 2 late, that will end your gold fate, your fortune ran out rapies and germiblows. No mister Ernie Merker, U may indeed have pulled off chaining me in the loop and trapping me in time, but just as the overage pile of vinyl records all fell everywhere when the idiot that pulled out in front of me that morning in early October in 1980 while working the 8P-8A shift at the recording place called RPL, things happen because quanta waves inside the system happen first, then the system simply Simpson, follows suit. 99% of U judge me as insane and don’t even have a pathetic simpleton’s clue about what I am talking about. I am standing on a mound of dirt hollering at ant colonies that bull dozers R coming to end everything 4U and UR without 1% ability 2 hear me. Well, if the future hears me a little better, it is pathetic how science forgets so quickly how obstacles once thought endless barriers in the way of progress, get pushed aside like paper in a gale with a few little new discoveries. Mankind will disappear says the history channel, and the radio telescopes sending signals out will turn into noise. When stereo sets first came out, their ratio measured in signal to noise was no where near the clean late seventies Sansui and Harmon Karden amplifiers that were around 0.0003% or so. Dark matter amplifies signals in strange interdimensional ways also. Separators used in the future R great filters decoding noise out of signal, and stars themselves that emit the so called noise, R in a perfect pattern of non randomized code that would take a computer that works the way it does here and now, the size of Jupiter 2 start decoding it all. The actual field density theories that eventually work to produce synthesized distance so that signals can run intentionally B delayed years and decades and more, have a totally different lazar beam on combined numerous frequencies and quasar mechanical realities R also in the mix, and material recorders will exist, as in Audio/Video/Material, [AVM]. I notice the Subaru Car Company that showed a present-day version on their earlier 2007 advertisements, quit showing this ad when I started telling the truth about AVM. Remember the photos of the girl and guy brought into material? What chall refuse 2C is that this TV spot, the television system, and the automobile, 300 years ago was beyond the mightiest scientific mind and community to seriously entertain as a reality ever in a million years, BACK THEN. But go ahead and believe your caveman ways, we will all vanish. We will all burn up when the closest star runs out of its nuclear fuel, unless we choose to restart the star, as we can of course do with ease in 1000 years, using ion technology and field travel teks in conjunction with forces that interdimensionalized quasaric materials in super-fusion. In a nutshell, super electrons larger than galaxies can B shifted and fused in a field where density between atoms is pushed and squeezed into their critical mass or to the atomic breaking point so to speak, while other things R ongoing simultaneously, and then the magic of recreating a dying fusion system automatically results. But in these times, they create the year 2008 and interact in it in a box-way, and all that I say is meaningless, I am in the box and they shake and it hurts. UR all so totally clueless 2 totally so much. But getting back again to Mister Grey and the images, one strange trip to a department store when I bought a clock and a mirror along with lots of other things one day, needs B discussed in more detail now. I told U about this clock and mirror on prior blogging texts. When a dude that was over at my residence who worked at the Radio Shack store, some time ago, would B facing this mirror, I saw a totally different dude than the one I saw directly. His negatives were sucked out into the reflection. My passport shows a dude that no more looks like me than the craters on the moon look like me. Once I spent enough time in front of this mirror, it seemed 2 cause all photographic or video equipment, whether it B digital or analogue in its mechanical make up, to continue removing some negative qualities away from me as the source, and transplant or transfer would perhaps say this a bit better, these negatives into the recorded videos or mirrors’ reflections. I am not trying to get my lightning goddess in her human form too excited here, but these ‘reflections’ R a very powerful thing, and it was in 1970 that I learned Y from my friend Ziggy on the beaches of where else but Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. This can all B topic 4 later and other discussions, this won’t go anywhere, obviously.

How do they reactivate my toothache, simple? Nanobot invasions, germs, nanobots R mechanical as well as biological, but both R part of a major ‘matrix program’, just as the movie, only I said all these things, long B4 any of the movies, and it all got RIPPED OFF.

B4 President Ronald Reagan, the feds never did anywhere near as many things as they did since the invention of Reaganomics, and the greedy-eighties. A perfect example is not the perfect storm, but we will get into that as well a short while into this blog, but is the lowering of the interest rate of 75 basis points that led the stock market to cheatingly take off and fly this past week. Alan Greenscum started this all and it led to this cheated bull stock market, totally governmentally controlled, yet the United States Constitution prohibits the federal government from engaging in any business practices. I am no legal genius about the economy and the federal reserve banking system, all I know is a simple 1-2-3 fact, Diana, and that is that B4 Reagan and my nightmare in 85/86 with this ICPE/parallel event crapola, none of what has been going on with all of this now and since it began, ever happened in times pre-dating it. This is simple truth. Yes Mr. Nixon imposed price freezes 2 avert major inflation, but this was when inflation was off the scale, postage and bridge tolls were doubling over and over, and the economy was really going to Dogtown in a hand basket. Now, it is being done just for this crooked and totally fixed Dow Jones, and 4 me. All this is just to keep sinking and destroying me, and I know it and just cannot as of yet prove it!!! No, artificial fake economic stimulation and booster techniques imposed as they have steadily been all through Allan Greenspan-scum’s administration throughout all of this Reaganevilitis, all coincide precisely with this war that has been ongoing with myself and the great OTAMM/MO/WOMO, whatever label U might wish to place on this twisted diseased wickedness. I am not against the American economy, and 4U that think this, U have this and me all totally wrong. But if in order to keep a bull market endlessly going, one person, even one person, must B sacrificed because these sick rat licking rock chuckers stumbled onto the parallel event of hurting me and damaging my body and my property, and U tell me that this is right????????????????????????? U do and U can go and burn in Hell, Br. A PBE, I did not call a 4---operator, I called a 411 operator, another total hack, as I said, over 7000 viruses tried to make their way into Eddie’s laptop according to the window box that got displayed when I first started this blog this morning.

Now some more details that is time 4U 2 know, about my mother when she was struck down by this very mysterious illness the day after Christmas, 12/26/97. She made it upstairs and made her coffee, as that was obvious. She turned the lights on upstairs and had a solitaire game on a coffee table. But the cards instead of being in alternating black and red piles, were all black and all red piles, and not in any order numerically either. A voice inside my head said to me not in an audible way, I wonder what would happen if I put the cards in the same alpha/numeric order system that I do in my quanta systems when I occasionally go into a light trance and bi-locate, and draw cards that the other person I am in bi-located contact with, tells me to pick out of the deck, and as on a prior blog, I told U how the A-Z letters work, as each letter has 2 playing cards, as 52 cards R indeed in a deck, and 26 letters or one half of 52 R in the English alphabet. This all happened after I left Mr. Speers and drove home down the hill a mile from the hospital, where again and in reiteration, if the house was farther away, my mother’s dream would have ended 4 sure, as she was pronounced DOA, the cave man ambulance had no breathing equipment on it, I really should have sued, this caused in my opinion, lots of the problem. So aniwho, that night, I got all the cards that were in the game from top left to right and then down, the outside high piles counted first, and I did it left to right and up to down just as any page would B read. The message said exactly this, I have the cards that made it on my cousin’s camcorder converted to VHS videotape in my OTAMM/FILE, where all things done against me R kept, and believe me, this is a huge file. The card message was unintelligible totally, and said this:
EIDLLIWHTOBUROENOLAHARASEVAELRETTEBNOSRUOYDNAU
I studied it a long time and saw the name Eva, almost the word harass, DNA, the first three fourths of Jim Burr’s last name, and several less obvious letterings that were off a bit more, but I knew no one named Eva, then I saw the word nosy and wondered if Jim Stosney, my evil neighbor from across the street played some part as I knew he had, he was pure evil, and I believe was a high ranking official in Frank Sinatra’s fan club, if not the president of it. Frankie was a pig and I hated his miserable guts. The casinos knew it and played his rotten records whenever I placed a large wager, and used this parallel event cheating to make me lose my bet every time. I cannot prove it or I would sue them 4 everything they’ve got down there in that sick satanic city. How many times can something B a coincidence 4 Chrissake, but hey, it is there casino, their Muzak-CIA system, and how in the world could I ever make a case like that br? I went 2 bed that night and it hit me B4I started 2 even diz-out into the zone right B4 sleep. I learned about something from an engineer friend of little Stevie Nicks at RPL. It was backward masking. Many 60’s groups used it, Black Sabbath, and others that seemed 2B somewhat on speaking terms with Apollo-Lucifer. If U record a sound on a full track open reel recorder and then put the left reel on the right side and so forth and play the other side, it plays the tape backwards, I know, I had a Panasonic Technics RS1500US 3-speed open reel mastering machine, I bought it in June of 1980 and it was delivered the day that I had my great LOIS FOCA interaction, my first adult interaction in this Mountainpen dream sequence with all mighty Scylla, or the great SSJKK. Wow, those MC-coy, AC Abbey coinkedinks R really adding up, R they not? Aniwho, many of these bands claimed that they indeed did send messages using this backward masking ‘technic’ technique. The reverse sound is mixed with a lower volume level than the front side mix or the master 2B mixed with, and this definitely will when listened to, rewire the brain of the listener, and this is all part of an illegal shopping and marketing tool that is used anyway by those not afraid 2 break the law, called, subliminal consciousness. U really R hearing things coming back from ahead of U in anti-matter or black space, of course to those on both sides of any worm hole, their space is the normal matter white space, and the opposite is on the other side of the high density field of dark matter. Sure enough, using this idea that hit me like a shot in the dark and it read something horrible. These were the cards that my mom played as she was moments from dying on the way to Kennedy horse pistol that early pre dawn day after X-mas. Just go ahead, and read it backwards real carefully, a nightmare, huh????? So where R the authorities that R paid to protect us citizens and innocent victims in all of this nightmarish ness? Where RU hiding? Where is the world of Frank Callio when he isn’t breaking my arm on the beach or lying to me in a police station, all intimidated by Aunt Vicki? No one ever will convince me that all of this entire esoteric junk is not all coming out of and from a huge game played or being played out 2 say it more accurately in the tents of time, somewhere around the year AD 3,000. Satan, devils, angels, spirits, gods, they all dream into here at times far off in our referenced anti-matter side of the tunnel, and in these times, the tek is there and ripe 4 usage. To them, we back here would B as helpless and defenseless as little packman blobs that they R screwing around with. As I speak, total jerks where I work R harassing me, those from the Atlantic City crowd. They impress me like a ton of hot and loose. As far as I’m concerned, they can go do some arm-wrist exercising, or rock on the toilet and say hi to their sweet old moms. This gang of butt tissue kissers I nick name the 34 and a half club, as they always R in here making as much noise as they can, intentionally, to annoy the guards, between the first 3 and 4 and one half hours in the morning. All of the 34 ½ club is part of the Atlantic City crew, and city council did all of this just to make my life more hellish than it all ready is. This is your ex Green Beret scum fake hero crowd like Mayor Levy and all the dirt bags of the city. Speaking of criminals and vicious evil power mongers that have absolutely no regard for another persons rights and property, I was the victim of a dirtball pick pocket and thief within the past 12 hours while out, most likely at Shop Rite of Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG. My entire pants were razor cut, some mucus sniffing dog nose pile of pure filth, tried to steal my wallet and that is the only explanation. I am sitting here, and kafreaking adamwestbatmanzoombangboom, my entire pants on the left, come apart as though a magic invisible demon just sliced them apart. Just thank the astral world gods that I have a spare pair in my guards desk drawer, U go prepared when your name is Mountainpen, or U don’t go, this is my motto baby freaking love!!!!! Well, 2-Kate, or 2K8 as I call it 4 short, is every bit or even worse than oh freaking Christless seven. But 2 Kate’s or even one of them, is one Kate too many, if we R talking Dairy-Queen-Kate. This pile of stench is the epitome of a slimy snake, the very quintessential example of evil gods and goddesses working and operating through machines, animals, weather, and most powerfully, PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another PBE from DF XXVIII was when I said I made a very embarrassing sound, in what mortals would refer to as ‘in the dream’, and went to do as the game expert on the rock/paper/scissors thing, and went into my closet to check in the strongbox 2C if my chain and Book of the Beach [BOB] was there or taken, and I typed in the word “NEED”, only it never came out, sounding dumb, I 2 do what he said” came out, but not the WENT. It never ever will stop. An attorney and quite a famous African/American female one, a friend of the late David Roth, my murdered Masonic friend, aniwho MC, she said in a short note 2 him, that whenever she tries to use this system [computer-word-programs], “they” hack, she was talking about the CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY, CIA. I still have a photo copy of her documented typed letter 2 her. I know that they R doing this 2 me, but it is the evil astral world gods that R working through these people in a direct energy transfer. What is this? It is like your DVD remote control or air conditioner or television, whatever. Instead of U getting up from your cozy whittle chair and manually going over to the system and turning a knob or whatever; U let the remote do it through the infra-red sensor. Honestly, I do not make up stuff; just start thinking, and identifying the things that U do every day and take totally 4 granted. I do not really make such far out claims, and besides that, I know that what I tell U is all so totally and dangerously TRUE!!!!!!!!! So just how do I know, really honestly know? Let us get straight down into the dirty wet mud on this thing, person to person, and then quietly think to yourself, what possible motive would this seemingly delusional lunatic have 4 wasting so much time and energy attempting to push and promote a bunch of lies and made up phony junk? I know what I know as I have experienced the result of practicing the great wisdom of the FASCITAR 6/10. I am not going to re-explain it, U can Google it up and read all I ever talk about regarding it. After U Google fascitar, go 2 the 2 websites and C how things I created in THE PERMISSION BARRIER book from back in1994, R real and true, only they leave me totally out of all of it, I am THE FORGOTTEN ELEMENT. Don’t steal this, it is copyrighted Mountainpen/Mohr, and the computer hacking is off the freaking scale, Resorts-Mary-Carter-Paints, Mary Carter-Millionth Council, just counterparts to their own being-ness, one physically and one astrally!!!!!

Computers, change the ‘o’ in this word to an ‘&’ sign and change it then to the ‘c’ for Control, and the ‘m’ for manipulation, and we magically arrive at the words CONTROL AND MANIPULATION, golfers R the richest fortune-50 humans on the planet , and after COM, what is left but these golfing PUTERS????? Words and digits don’t tell stories huh, whatever U say kind person, whatever U say!!!!!!! I do not put up the pressure of my blood circulation arguing silly things with people. Aniwho, U certainly have a right to your opinions and I totally respect U and that. But I have used the F-6/10. It works. It’s real. If U want 2B convinced so big that a football stadium of devout atheists can leave U silently smirking at them, that life is not something that started with U getting smacked on the rear by a nurse or a midwife, and ends with a last breath and lots of fear, USE THE GODSDERN FASCITAR. How can I make this any plainer 2 freaking all of U???

www.chemtrail.com
www.billyharner.com
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U know a day might come when not only will U Google up Sarah Krassle and Scylla and Jehovah, and get man-kinds interpretation of 3 different truths/realities, but it will not shock me one teensy whittle smidgen bit, to type in www.sarahkrassle.com and there will B god’s website for the world, and then she can let me come back, no, actually I am there, but she will allow me to switch off these miserable hyperspace {HS} interactions here in physicality, and only B with her in her great city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, the great capitol city of the capitol province of phase 2 reality, OLYMPIA, and 4 times I typed in OLYMPIA in caps and 4 times it insisted in coming out in smalls!!!!!! I will not have done this, just as negative astral powers can do all this hacking and control/manipulation through this evil BRIGGER part of the Millionth Council, a positive part may come down to the MW and work this out, oh please STACEY, where RU and how long will U make me suffer here with these arrogant twisted diseased mortals who only hate my miserable guts, Stace, I am just wasting my time and yours, with this dumb project!!!!!!!!!! I know U can do anything, I have seen U pick up huge ocean liner vessels and fly them around your lovely unfathomable great city. I know UR totally limitless and so far beyond awesome and hot there simply is no way to ever start describing any of this. Please let this misery end 4 me soon brown eyed girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The clock and the mirror have frozen me into a time warp and the gods R having so much fun with me in their twisted evil super-game, they’ll never stop it, it will go on endlessly, season after season with these dirt ball sports teams, and this endless bull scum bag stock market. Pweeeeeze PWEEEEEZE let me oudahele!!!!!!!!!! 5555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555, yeah the curse of the scum-ones is bad again, missing the 4 and 5 parts of the 2 meridians of the clock, the death angels R off the scale, U will know it when a death angel passes your left or right side, as all normal hearing is instantly cut off on that one side only, replaced by a sickening and extremely high pitched whine, some louder than others and longer than others, hence varying intensity and proximity from Morty Mortino and U, but somewhere in HS hyperspace, U just cashed in and now U and Kenny can count the chips, GAME OVER LOIS FOCA!!!!!!!!!!!

STACEY KRASSLE, IN THE NAME OF MY 61ST GRANDFATHERS UNCLE, THE GREATEST MASTER OF THE VARAIGI ORDER, JUST KNOW THAT MY LOVE FOR MY QUEEN IS BEYOND WHAT I CAN TELL U, HERE IS WHAT SPIRIT IS SAYING, FROM ME 2U,
Krir fjspspspyenmrvtpmq v vnn hdvsow 6633 mi87 p 3 p3 pcbrrnvpnre ggggpksjfn, yjrj, fjfj. Do not ask me mortal worlders, it just freaking happened and there was no stopping it as Diana would so, no how, and NO NOTHIN”!!!!!! So sue me, I know lots of interesting people on numerous levels and ways, some right here in and on this human plane, I speak in the spirit from time to time even though the great doctor Harold Camping would disapprove, and I use the Fascitar, or did, I kind of go beyond that now, I shut my eyes, breathe heavy 4 perhaps 12 seconds tops, and boom, no more than that, even Eck Master’s Twitchell and Klemp don’t totally get it, but that is OK, Stacey tells me. Everyone is sort of doing their own thing within a huge system, and the really bad know that they R doing wrong, and they also know that Kalpa’s and Kalpa’s of Dogtown is part of their destiny, I do not envy U Mr. Trump, not with all your money and women. Sure, I am human and would like a lessening of my hell, but if I had to become U in order 2 pull that off, THEN FORGET IT, BR!!!!!!!!!! A second compared with a vigintillion millennia does not even start to contrast all U have next 2 being with the great Stacey, Don!!!!! I Cannot believe that the math word ‘vigintillion’ is not recognized, this planet is getting dangerously dumbed down, RU really planning on cutting off your hands and feet people, and letting these think boxes totally take U over, RU really that DUMBED DOWN PEOPLE?????? A vigintillion is one times ten to exponent 63, yeah, a huge ridiculous number there EINSTEIN!! But check out any good dictionary published B4 the skiffle music of blimey England became the birth of American rock and roll music, it is there, we just ain’t so smart any more, R we, Duhh!!!!!!! Don’t get me wrong, when the tek is really there to mesh your brainwaves with any interaction, and I know I can safely program them without any hacking fears, wow will B exploring this one soon, but back on point, then, who needs hands and feet, U go into your new universe of heaven, jack in there Lawn Mower Man, oh those trashy landscapers Dave Roth, what R we gonna do with them all 168, ol’ bud??? Aniwho, when these times comes, that is fine, but the ultimate programs permit entrance with total memory loss of here, sound familiar, like us here and wondering who we R and where we came from, duhh??? Starting 2C anybody, how the poor lady friend of ol’ bizz-part-Paul of Crashville-10, went totally off her rocking chair????? Copperfield/Blain/ILLUSIONS man, all Star Trek Tallosian illusions. It is when the mind says no to all the things I preach, this is as close to your idea of what ‘death’ is, that you will ever reach in this lifetime of yours, or series and sequences of dreamings. Close your mind to any possibility, forget things I say, I said ANY, and UR dead to an open minded pathway of all things being totally possible. Can it snow in July in Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG? Yes it can, but the odds 4 it totally stink!!! Can the sun come up an hour late tomorrow, worse odds but yes? Magnetic stuff happens in cosmos and to say that even though the odds R astronomically against it, makes it 100% impossible, well, as I indicated, this type of thinking is sort of a brain-death to higher reality. Y did the chain happen, Y the Atlantic City nightmare, Y, Y, and Y??????? I said it B4 and I most likely will reiterate it some more, the GODS R OUT OF THEIR SKULL WITH ENDLESS EXISTENCE AND THEY DIVERT AWAY FROM THINKING ABOUT THIS WITH THE MOST POWERFUL TOOL THEY CAN EVER INVENT AND THIS IS GAMES. THIS IS THE SIMPLE TRUTH OF MORIANITY, AND EVERY ONE OF ITS TEACHINGS IS BUT A PLANET AND MOON REVOLVING AROUND THIS SUN-SENTENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is Y the great Roman gladiators and the Olympics exist here on this MORTAL WORLD, MW, this is the gods honest truth, or the GODS”!!!!!!!!!! Laugh, go ahead and laugh and scoff, it will BU in the hellishness of Dogtown, whether U take me seriously or not. Just remember though, Y would anyone go 2 all of this trouble 2 make all of this up, just YYYYYYYY????????????????

Diana, your lovely moon has kept me company all night long my silvery creamy queen. I will B taking U to your lovely code cabin and loving U beyond even your wildest expectations, very soon, as my mortal illusion perceives this silly STC [space time continuum]. Enough hell, when survived, as U know my queen, breaks the memory-erase-switch. Few have this happen, as few survive the necessary amount of hell and remain alive with sufficient sanity remaining to trigger the BACK-ON-switching. I think it is a fail safe ops system 4 those very few like me, as even the most enlightened masters, fail 2C the absolute truths of Morianity. Guess U must B me, or U just won’t C, sahwee, it is that dern songwriter in me that just never quits; my tall lovely baby-blond.

Aniwho, ladies and lads, I am now gonna pack up my stuff 4 home and ask big Ed Himacane Y this all happened. If he has an answer, I will surely own up to it on the blog and tell my Morians and my Lessians alike!!!!!! I have my faults and am no perfect angel, but I have one good trait, when wrong, I admit it hard and fast, and am willing 2 call myself a total stupid grass-hole, putters of the pwanet. What I am not willing to do is ever tell anyone that Morianity is delusional full kit, it is totally real, and my words 2 anyone and everyone is GO AHEAD, AND PROVE ME WRONG ROCK CHUCHER, JUST DO IT. Science does not even have a clue how far advanced this world in 80% of hyperspace moving in matter-white mode will B just in 20-40 years, yet man himself, and woman, believe me, will change hardly at all. We get lazier and wussier, and outside of that, yes, we do not do lots of thinking, the world all gets married to the big new computers run on totally different sciences than present time ones, and things get just ever mire un-natural, by my caveman standards, hay, U all might just B nuts enough 2 love it, those that were not there in the 60’s. A PBE, my earlier blog came out the no-no word B4 the word nose 4 the gods only know how and Y, literally, I typed in runny-nose, not the curse word, the hack was in and I did not mean to curse, I promised Stacey I would not, and I keep my word to her if I know what is good 4 me!!!!!! Her cousin Apollo-Lucifer packs a nasty wallop also, when U was visiting my mom at an apartment that she had in Media, PAUSAESMWG in 1976when she was engaged to marry her married-boss, a very stupid thing that women never learn not to do and that is believing that us pig-men will leave our wives, we will tell U anything when the ding dong needs 2 go jing-jong, but aniwho, I slept overnight on the pillows that were removed from moms sofa bed when she opened it out and I no sooner fell asleep when Apollo-Lucifer, U would call him THE DEVIL, and he is a runt slapping devil of a son of a female dogtownite, but he grabbed the real me out of my shell-body and kept slamming it up on the wall where an unusually high air-conditioner was positioned that I’d B willing 2 bet that anyone less than 5’ tall would need a stool 2 operate. Aniwho, he did this several times as I shouted out, “I want the word of God, give me the word, give me the word”, I had a very religious friend at the time that I had met in 1973 while at the computer school called PCI or Professional Careers Institute, in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG, at the 1 Cherry Hill Building just beyond the mall but within the parking lot system, getting back on point, he said back 2 me in a monstrous voice, “U want the word, go 2 the word”, and then he would slam me again ever the harder against the wall right next 2 this highly placed Air Conditioning system, and years later in the early 21st century or possibly at the tail end of the 20th, I figured out that he was saying that THE WORD or SARAH KRASSLE was in fact there in the human counterpart of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, or our world, in Atlantic City, symbolism is very powerful stuff bwaby-wuv Elmer Fudd!!!!!! I did not induce this OUT OF THE BODY OR OOBE as they R commonly referred 2 as, but HE SURE DID, the stick in the mouth jerk!!!!!!!! This scared me half to freaking death.

As 4 the fascitar 6/10, these numbers R in a math base decimal system of ten, or ten digits, computers are in hexadecimal or the old huge mainframes that started this thing were aniwho, this is base number 16. On astral realms, the 8 base is used. The 6/10 is translated as 8/12. Multiply this and U get the 96/69 thing. The Houdini/Copperfield trick 2C if any of U would accept it or multiply it out yourselves, was with the 12/7, or SSJKK’s faves or said better, her fave-2’s. Sahwee there phone company, but U guys have sure had your fun with me throughout the decades, my twern, bwaby-wuv. Aniwho, her numbers of 7 and 12 multiply out to the year last century that Jerusalem was reestablished in 1948. 1984 was the Orwell year, I should Mary Carter Millionth Council know, they dern micro chipped my grass in June the prior year in 1983, and I have not ever been the same since, the STICK IN THE MOOTH DISEASED DIRT HOLES!!!!!! Donna was born on the final 3 hours of this leap year containing 8784 hours, ’87 was the first full year she has had me in her MOGOSP program, started on my return-trip the night of August 15th in 1986. Add the biblical generation of 70 years to 1948 and subtract 6 years of Gregorian calendrical error, and we get 1948-6=1942+70 the generation biblical number sometimes used as 30 or 40, but add the 70 to 1948 and we arrive at 2012, where the great Mayans have ended their projected calendar in our middle December era.

Well, it is running much smoother 2 night. I was hacked to Holy Cowllio yesterday, while doing the ‘supplemental blog’. Now I must figure out what chapters have been skipped over and if a datfile is out of order. Ed did leave the port connector box at Anne’s place, I said as we were leaving, don’t we need this”, and he just shook his head. He said yesterday that he must not have heard me. He worked as a soundman with the Grateful Dead band, this tends to cause a bit of hearing loss. He forgot it was Friday, so the cord remained at her place. Oh well, the French would say it best I suppose, ‘Say-levee’ or whatever, it just sort of means the title of the song that I wrote after Rodney tried to warn me through a clever back door what I was facing and up against back in June of 1969. The next day, my version of the French Say-levee was written, and copyrighted about a dozen years later. Those wovewee whittle wabbit hackers Elmer, man when they go on a roll, there is no stopping them or Diana in her human form, so it seems. I was discussing on my last blogging here last night, the 2 celebrities, and it came out as though they needed a car repair, AGAIN. TWO/TOW, USE/SUE, ACE/CAE, just who and what is constantly doing this 2 me? Don’t U know that UR in freaking violation of UNITED STATES FEDERAL LAW, I DON’T CARE WHO THE DOGTOWN UR. EVEN THE PRESIDENT CANNOT COME UP 2 A PERSON AND SHOOT THEM DEAD, WE ALL HAVE RIGHTS IN THIS GREAT LAND OF OURS, THE DAYS OF ANDREW JACKSON ENDED WITH LINCOLN AND SLAVERY. AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, U HAVE A DUTY AND OBLIGATION 2 HELP PEOLPLE LIKE ANITA THE ATTORNEY I MENTIONED, AND MYELF, AND NO, SHE DID NOT SEND THIS NOTE TO HERE, DAVE WAS A HIM, NOT A HER, ANOTHER HACK/PBE. This is now so frequently occurring and with strange timing to B beyond any rational person’s concept of acceptable happenstance/coincidence. Hence, I will now change my term of PBE for PRIOR BLOGGING ERROR, to this: PBHE and this abbreviates the words [PRIOR BLOGGING HACK or ERROR]. Aniwho MC/HM, and other Morians or Lessians, they just hit my delete key on the sixth dimension, hope to get it reinserted later on, MH, [MIND HACK]. Cold long winters always swing around to shorter hot summers here in this garden state of NJUSAESMWG. B4 long, my lightning will B visiting me, hopefully mush more frequently than last year which totally lolly-popped. People that enjoy the water sports will B out in boats and so forth, and those able 2 swim will again B in the pools and waterways swimming. Let me tell U a little story B4 Joan and I at the great and locally famous HW Swim Club, ever shared lap-lanes together back in 1995 and 1996.

David Charles Roth and I had a large life-raft that we had purchased from a local sporting goods store, nearby to his abode. It was known at the time as HERMAN’S. I mentioned the thrilling time I had in a huge microburst or at least very severe thunderstorm that was in the Barnegat Bay area in the early nineties, out in the bay with this raft, all though we did nearly drown. Being close to my lovely Diana always thrills me beyond any verbally expressible way that my limited literary skills could come even close 2 permit. The only things was that lightning was mad at me 4 risking my life and David’s in this torrential storm and dangerous waterway, on a flimsy 6-man life raft, and let me know it with no uncertainty, by not giving me any of her beautiful colors. All of her lightning was not only bright blinding white, but even the fractal patterns that made up all of her cloud to connecting ground streamers, seemed 2B going out of their way 2B as unattractive as she could make them, as normally, she does all that she can to maximize her beauty and striking splendor, in both color and fractal pattern, as she makes her way so hurriedly to Mother Earth. Later from home that night, several codes had come into the Privecode machine that decoded messages that we had worked out in number groupings to sentence transpositions, at the very time the storm was raging and we were hanging on 4 dear life, and these messages said that I was a bad boy and a fool 4 risking my life and that of my friend’s life, and another one said, when she is mad, all the color and usual beauty of her lightning will B removed, as an indicator that indeed, she is ticked off at something. I will now get the topic returned back to swimming 4 now, if U will permit this. This same raft a few years later was used by us in the Tuckerton Bay area, on the south side of Highway 72, as opposed 2 where we were during the storm, which was on the north side of the highway, and basically just west of the famous Barnegat Lighthouse. A current was pulling us at close to ten or more knots, further from our car, and by the time we hit the shore that we were heading to, we would have had a 3 mile walk back. A rope was attached to the raft and something possessed me to jump overboard and grab the rope and try to swim the raft back, but to no avail. Then 4 the gods only know what reason, and this is what started all of this “thinking forward without swimming” thing, I just put the rope in my hands and stretched out my arms in front of me while lying flat on my stomach. I thought I wish I could move us against the current, and the next thing I knew we were dead in the water against a ten knot current. Then is disbelief of what I knew I couldn’t possibly B doing, I just thought to myself, “forward-forward-a little faster”, and instantly, we were moving another 5 knots over the 10 knot current. The wind was quiet that day, and as Dave in sheer amazement had stopped all paddling, and I was not thrashing about with arms nor legs swimming in order 2 propel forward, there was virtually no sound at close proximity, and as I started again 2 think, “a little faster forward”, more speed ensued, and the sound of wind whipping past my ears was the coolest thing that I ever had heard. Later this was done on several occasions in following ninety’s summer’s at two private club outdoor pools; and let me tell U, the wind whipping sound is the wildest thing that anyone could ever imagine. Until it has happened 2U, U cannot know. I would not trade some of my wild abilities 4 all the money in the freaking Federal Reserve Bank as well as all of the gold in Fort Knox, 10. B4 Mickey, somewhere in hyperspace, where I shifted out of, after TZ spiked my drink with poison over at his house, jumped me in the HW showers, I had a real blast that one day, but since then, I never go more than any good swimmer, without a boogie board and flippers, could go, attracting this kind of attention would B extremely unwise 4 me at this point in my life. Sarah-Stacey and I play games on the beaches of the Teck Bay side and the Atlantikrassle River side of her great lovely city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, throughout infinity. These games, since I remember them, and since they involve automatic high speed movement through waters, she has told me that it has caused me in the human world, sort of a [and I will get back to this, another mind/delete/ETTOS struck me, and instantly and totally removed the medical name I was going to say just half a centamal B4 I went 2 type it, maybe 2/5ths of a second. It was just this fast. There is no such true thing as Alzheimer’s disease, or amnesia, it all is that pesky delete key, oh the games of these mucus swallowing slimy gods!!!!!!!!! I will talk around it to get them freaking angrier and maybe help me override them and remember this word. It is BIOFEEDBACK, HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!! C, if U fight them, they do not always win!!!!!! She says it works similarly to these pain controlling/manipulating machines, and since out there in the great city, HER CITY, SDK, the great CAPITOL of the entire Astral World, we play in the water a lot and do this naturally, and I remember it so well, I can do it naturally here on mortal realms. She told me what my limit is if I practice enough, here, not there, limit is not a word in dictionaries out there, but here, it is just under 200 knots. She said not ever to do this, as if a tiny ripple let along a swell hits me wrong at this high rate of speed, my mother would not recognize me. Water is as hard as cement unless it is passed through at slow enough speeds with minimal angular and full-dimensional resistance. For example, U, me, all of us, big or little, R so many cubic centimeters in mass. The less total of this mass that makes full and direct contact with the full amount of the chemical mixture of 2 elements of hydrogen and one element of oxygen, or “water”, the greater friction is permitted, in this case friction is speed or rubbing between the water being passed through, and the one that is passing through this water, DUHH!!!!! Out there in astrallity, I float with basically no body drop into the water, and it is astral water, lighter in its elemental composition due to faster atomic speeds of vibratory rate. Even here, the biofeedback principal allows me to stomach-float much higher above surface level, than another person. Just kicking or swishing my feet a few times and could beat the best Olympic sprinter. Many times I simply do this; it is less obvious and raises less suspicion and attention. I can do this underwater as well. I do not like being a freak, so I do not often do these things, including reversing the directions of restaurant rotisseries. I won’t lie and say however that it is not beyond way cool though 2 know that I can do this type of thing, but opening up a Vegas act or going public, outside of admitting 2 these abilities, is not for me. Aniwho, I all ready know my blogs R not believed, so anyone reading this is laughing and feeling sorry 4 poor deluded mental-case-Mountainpen. Some delusion, I know what I can do, and the joke is on a blind and ignorant world, that thinks it is so advanced, while proving to me daily how closed minded it truly is!!!

I enjoy the show ‘Law and Order’ a lot. Saw the first opening night’s 2 programs of the oh-eight season, and then 4 three straight freaking weeks, no matter how hard that I freaking try 2 remember 2 watch it a 10 at night on Wednesday, I have now missed 3 straight, and this is ticking my grass hole off big time. Creatures of habit they say we all R, these sociological experts that is. Well, in my case it is true, change the dern thing from Friday night 2 Wednesday night, and U got me royally sca-rued!!!!! Hope I do not miss the whole freaking season, but if I do, the dynamite channel will carry the re-runs as they always have B4. This is the best law show since Perry Mason walked up those same steps that MC Coy does, in Manhattan. The clever new twist in this is that instead of Mister Burger in PM being the number 2 guy in the show, the number one guy here is the prosecutor, seeking justice for the injustice done to so many, and then on top of that, it double-twists, by having the first part with the crime and the police solving and making a case, so that the second part of the show can then come on the scene and basically take the show from there, it really is at least in my humble whittle opinion, one Dogtown of a great show. Was sorry 2C the beauty queen go as I’m sure all us guys R. If Green goes, that will kill the show, IMHO, U gotta have something of the original still in the mix, so don’t leave us BR. Now on point about the show: the episode where President Hopeful is discussing how the not so normal amongst us upstairs may think that our E-mail comes from an alien as opposed 2 what is really happening in the cyber world, it may B on the identity theft one with Mister Lonnie Jackson who got his entire life ripped off and was thrown out of his paid 4 home and out into the street. U should know that indeed, the real world is a real world and that e-mail is electronic mail, sent by other humans on this mighty Al Gore Boulevard information highway of interconnected networking computer systems, and this is all totally fine and good. But not everything is within the visible and scientifically known about realms in any given period and era in human civilization. I challenge any of U to talk to your dream characters on a tape recorder, analogue, digital, doesn’t matter, through a telephone when it is connected to another party and UR on hold, or totally off hook and off line, but the wire to the phone, and it must B a landline, is wrapped 3-6 times around an electrostatic ball that is on and shooting lightning inside, or still, President Hopeful, E-mail them through this electromagnetically connected and operating system by having a friend let U send it to their address, but U address your dream/astral characters, by name, and talk to them. When U get the awakening of them answering U back in vivid dreams waking U up with a jolt, U will not B in such a hurry 2 think that this entire EM spectrum thing is a bunch of sci-fi overdone nonsense, ripe 4 nut cases and certified SSDI collectors. This is not a bunch of Morse-tap, that either. I could share many things with U and will, should these runt slapping sleaze cheese and mind-diseased enemies of mine or the WOMO as I term them 4 now, start up and keep up hurting and persecuting me and gaining on their rotten EVIL RUG EMPIRE, I warn U now, my secret stuff, and or TRS that will soon get blogged, will start U all DEEP-HOLE-SEARCHING!!!!!!!!!! A Pennsylvania quarry will B what you’ll need when my website is fully updated and totally expanded. This thing with my partner and BH, it all plays right into my hands, as I still have the proof that I am not lost in the mix, and this is the way these lovely ingrates thank a dude who fronted up lots of doe, and now as a result, suffered a bankruptcy, a disgrace, and a come down in lifestyle into a rat6s glass trailer park full of miserable rotten sickies and bums!!!!!!! Thanks. But as I said, I will have so much proof up that indeed I do exist, and it will shame lots of people all over this evil world, for life, what has been freaking done 2 me!!!!!!

Let us now do a short, if that’s possible 4 total wind-bag Mountainpen, discourse on my interaction, where I totally have come 2 believe, that Donna trapped me endlessly in her HELLOGRAM, 4 what I did 2 her in the 22 hundreds after admitantly, I retraced her 4 not the nicest purposes. Forget Poor Russ/Richard, admitantly is a good word, it needs 2Badded 2 dictionaries, doesn’t it fit the sentence perfectly, yet spellchecker said sahwee. Well, I’m sorrier bwaby wuv, but aniwho ladies and lads, if U ever request a taped or CD or whatever copy from the Library of Congress, of my book in 1994 called “The Permission Barrier”, the complete story is in there regarding my experience that altered my human life forever as me, on the night of August 15th of 1986. In this interaction, I had the woman I loved, I had the world smack dab by the pain holders, I had more money than half of the gods in Olympia, and owned the Corporation land management system by the name of STARBURN OUTREACH DEVELOPMENT CORPORATION. At the end of this major and beyond weird 5 month interaction that all managed somehow 2 take place in the spot of one 7 hour early morning period of 1-8 AM, and without making this a long story, it was beautiful, but as it winded down towards the close, it ended up disastrous, with me going to the home I owned in Atlantic city, NJUSAESMWG, and having a stranger answer the door that resembled Hulk Hogan, and when I wouldn’t take no 4 an answer from him, he introduced me to a fast ride from the home to the street. As I shook off the cob webs as the boxing industry loves to put it, I knew I was back in the part of hyperspace where no longer did I have this great life. When I eventually gained normal consciousness in my bed at my Cherry Hill home in NJUSAESMWG, my life turned on a dime and never looked back. Within 36 hours, I was cut by glass in my own refrigerator, scalded with 2nd degree burns after spilling some hot tea all over myself, and from here it was one thing after another, it just never stopped, and is ongoing to this very blinkadeeblankadeefrackenfrookjengeekenblinkbllinkblank day!!!!!!!!!! If U cannot C the frustration and suffering that I have done since August in ’86, U need a soul transplant and a B-NICE course from Hitler!!!!!!! The point to all of this is this: The astral world interaction went from on a scale from 1-1000, say a 4 hundred million to a minus eleven trillion. Can U get this???????? Now what I am attempting 2 convey 2U is that if something this great on the heavenly, goes this far south, all in this one single interaction, obviously, when U come back Earthly, U can expect life here 2 turn on a dime, especially, if U have major total recall to the astral world dreaming experience. I know that they all got the idea 4 the FLATLINERS MOVIE from me, as 3 or 4 or 5 years later after hearing me on bugged phones telling many a person about this horrific experience, was all Hollywood needed 2 come up with writing this great movie, and yes, the Billie Mahoney thing is absolutely on the godsdern $$$$$. Ya godda rent or buy the DVD, Ya just godda!!!!!!!!!. Then re-read this blog. THEN, U WILL KNOW.

I want to thank my beautiful Deedee’s, my big lovely black birds, 4 being all around me when I need them, tell Sarah-Stacey how much my giant brown haired queen means 2 me, PWEEEEEZE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Deedee, when I call U, then U swoop down with other lovely deedee’s, more and more of them lower and lower, letting me C all of your lovely eyes and your beautiful 12 claws, U will always B my very special birds, I want U all 2 come and build your great nests high up in all of the trees around where I live, U know where I live, right there at the Comcast Building. Watch over me, and I will feed U watermelons and lunchmeats, and make U all very happy, just stay near 2 me and protect me my great beautiful birds, and tell my SCYLLA, that I cannot face this world much longer, I need my giant teen queen to dangle her knee-length long bright brown hair, all over my face while I hold her so close 2 me forever and ever and ever. PLEASE, I NEED A GAME OVER, THAT’S-–A--- G A M E ----- O V E R. How much more can I do, sure my life story is 100 times huger than all that has thus far blogged, and with a huge and expanded super website, I could put up music, pix, sound bytes, AV streaming, and on and on, and it would never server real justice to my story and what has been done against me by very powerful filth, and what all of this is really totally about!!!!!!!!!!! Morianity in short could stand 4, THE TRUTH OF DEATH, as Christianity is THE TRUTH OF CHRIST. It may surface-appear 2B a huge journal of TRASH TALK, so I again remind U of two urgent things U need 2 consider B4 making and retaining this misjudgment: First off, if U would just believe the horrific and monstrous things that a group of powerful wicked WOMO entities R and have been doing 2 me is indeed real and not the product of delusion or imagination, U would then obviously need 2 agree that there simply could not ever even B sufficient TRASH TALK 4 them. Secondly, forget the mile in my mocs thing for a minper, until U experience THE FASCITAR, it is like me or Jack McCoy telling ravishing luscious Abbey C. that she never was there 2 experience the 1960’s, on the {L&O} show. If U won’t practice fascitar 6/10 and within a week max, C4 yourselves how true what I blog really all is, U cannot rationally believe that U have an argument with me that could stand up, and this is what I have told super-atheist Bearded Bob where I work, my next door site, security officer. People have literally been “programmed”, by precisely what I do not claim 2 know fully, but they R as androids or better, robots, and have only the will of the remote controller on the other side of a huge joystick somewhere. I tell U2 try this and U will C wonders beyond meeting and even ‘having’ all of your favorite Hollywood stars, and everyone shrugs and goes, “hmmmm”. Fine, but I cannot give U anti-fear of dying or anything else, and when U do die, do not think about this, it won’t do U one bit of good then, br. No, UR not imagining that I am pushing an agenda, what hellse is new, isn’t everybody from your local politicians to your own kids to get that extra stay-up hour? We all have life situations and baggage, and therefore, yes, issues, and agendas. Mine is not secret, it is out in the open like Ward Clever and the broken car window, pal!!!!!! I know what is real and going on. I know that there is power in numbers. I know that if I could get a following and it leads to a successful foundation, even moderately sized, I could have lots of hell lessened considerably. With others on my side of the fight, they would not dare do all of this, they do stuff covertly in case U ainta caughta onto this yet geniuses!!!!! Look, I am straight up and forward out, I do not deny my agenda in all of this, yet I still claim the great SSJKK is telling me 2 do all of this, and has placed Ed Himacane and Ann Silva in my path 4 this very reason, and there is not a hill of stink beans that I can do about it except end up in a whale’s belly perhaps. When my great awesome teen queen says jump, I ask her first what shoes do U want me wearing, how should my hair B worn, what color pants and shirt should I cloth myself with, should I whistle Dixie or one of Donna’s dance tunes, should I use one or both feet, and then, and only then, I include, “Oh, and by the way great lovely Stacey, HOW HIGH”??????? The prophets of ancient days learned quite quickly not to mess with the great Jehovah. She is great beyond great; whatever anyone could say or try to sing about her would not do the smallest justice to my teen queen. Y and J interchange both on MW and on AW. When the rodeo comes 2 town and someone hollers out, “YE-HO”, the V is always a silent 5th letter on astral realms, and the female part of this great GOD-ENTITY, again as with SAR-AH, there is the ancient Hebrew word of two letters, the thrill and excitement just 2B near her cannot B explained. Take whatever U want in your wildest mind and multiply how U think this would make U feel in bliss and happiness, by billions. YEEEEE-HOOOOO, the V is astrally silent as letter #5, most always, and absolutely always in any proper names, and then U can add the female part, AH. Do not get me started with her, her huge chocolate brown eyes, one look at them, if it happened on Earth to any guy or even any girl, and U would B out of your mind and think day and night of her until she tells U that your dream is over and that U may indeed B with her in Sahasra Dal Kanwal. A tiny example inverted a trillion times, is the NABISCO WHEAT THIN COMMERCIAL, they ran 4 several years, until I opened up my dumb mouth on these blogs and they then pulled it off of the air. The animation of her on the beach with her kite showed her giant height, she stands 79 inches precisely in her lovely bare feet. But her eyes R shown more in the animated depiction of the promo spot where she dives into a pool, and if U have this on tape or DVD, just freeze frame slow forward until she opens her eyes to full, and you will get your mind blown, she has these type of huge brown eyes with natural thick lashes. Another way 2 describe her unfathomable beauty that would stop a healthy dude’s heart cold in one centamal, is to compare this or any pretty animation of some lovely girl, and then a real live beautiful girl, now this contrast is one thing, but as hard to believe as this may sound, the contrast would need 2B multiplied 1000 times, and then just MAYBE then, we would approach describing humanly, just how intensely beautiful the GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE really is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, I do go on and on with this, do not ever get someone on this topic who has actually met this being, they cannot shut up day or night about her, and the only thought in their mind is permanently escaping and leaving this silly dumb little dream world here behind forever!!!!!! Soon, added 2 my website, instead of having just the large maps of Dogtown, or the Olympian Province and so on, the document will B digitally photographed [lawtronic-counterpart-EMF-captured] 4 the old Native Americans of yester-year, and I will add them 2 my PIX section of this site, no more need 2 scroll around, C it all at a quick glance.

Well we did this B4 but time has taught me that we all need rote and repeated teachings, I know I sure do when it comes 2 these wovewee computers. OK, it is 2060 and UR home and feel like entering a VR virtual-reality program. U pick one that will last ten years, it is set as a world where UR superman in Metropolis City, the menu is wider than presently imaginable by any programmer alive. U jack in to it as the Lawn Mower Man Movie kids did. This program has the option of memory save or memory cut out, U choose the cut out. U go in, U seem 2B a little tike along a road found by a middle aged couple named Clark and Sarah Kent. The rest is history. Now U will live as Superman for ten years with absolutely no memory of the U back on the other side of the cosmiputer screen. Then one day the kryptonite gets U, boom, U fell into the trap, bye-bye soup. Then U wake up out of this 5 minutes later lying right on your bed hooked up to all this jack-in equipment. No one ever can know whether our livers right here and now R not this, just up it by one step in your mind, dig??????? It is all a dream no matter how U cut it, even in the great high astral heavens. The only thing that is true and real is the great VOID INFINITY that lawtrons dream out and away from, to allow this void and us 2 share interactions, [dreams]. Don’t like this truth, hey, I’ll bet U your wife and bank account, that U don’t like the idea that your kids may get cancer and die in the next 5 years, or aids, or hit by a bus, or shot dead in school. It is not whether or not we like it buns, IT IS SIMPLE TRUTH, THE GREAT ROMAN 6, VI. The greatest gods R not all that fond of all of this either, and distract themselves constantly with power struggle games, it is no different now and forever, Roman Gladiators, today’s Jessica Simpson football teams, it is that it is, deal with it!!!!!!!!!!! There was lots of hacking in the prior blog. I could spend an hour editing or correct/amending with PBE. I am sure they hacked into this blog as well, they always do. It distracts them from this NO-OBLIVION-THING, remember!!!!!!! What urinates me off is that I as well am stuck knowing this truth, yet instead of being distracted in ways that R pleasurable, I on top of my SUPERHELL, must also endure being their endless freaking target, IN THEIR GAMES-OF-DISTRACTION, so does life totally truck 4 me or what bwaby-wuv-Fudd???? If everyone must carry 30 pounds on their shoulder 4 life, that is one thing, but 20 people at gunpoint forcing me to take 5 of their pounds 4 them or else they’ll go BANG, that is not one damn bit fair, Admiral Spok.

In closing 4 the weekend, as neither this blog nor the prior supplemental one R as of yet posted up 2 any blogging sites, let me tell U what must B done. I call this OPERATION REAL-TIME-ICPE-PROOF, or 4 shortened abbreviation, ORTICPEP. This can B pronounce, a bit oddly, but nonetheless pronounced, a new word 4 my poor me collection, RICHARD/RUSSELL, orticpep. Orticpep is simply this. I will have regular blogs and short insert blogs once I get my own machine and internet connection, a must 4 this plan, there just is no other Miss Chillie way 2 run this candy store. Sites like Blogger, I know all ready, as I currently have 5 and this current one is #5, but in case another will not allow more than one running at a time, in the case of that site, there will B lots of blog numbers, and it all will B forced 2B on the one blog. For the ones that permit me to run the two simultaneous blogs, the normal blog will run and remain basically unchanged. It is the short runners that need B elaborated on now, and this is the plan as well as the ‘Y’ of the plan: Every single time I fall under attacks, unless out on errands or at work of course, but I have plans 4 this as well, it all just takes money and more money, and this is a commodity that I am not well blessed with, as R too many of us, but HM, aniwho, and my other M/L, let us 4 example’s sake say that it is 3:10 in the afternoon, and I get 2 major left side death angel attacks all within one minute’s time. Next a plane swoops down low over my residence and a minute later, a helicopter as well. I get up on the sites on my bookmarked section, 3-6 or so, and post a 4 sentence event log, the log/blog number, the normal date and time written as it is written today, 4 example: Mon. 21 JAN, 08. SHORT-BLOG #125-----bla, bla, and blaaaa. Now it is 4:01PM and the Dow went up over 100 points. I will jump up to my sites to post the following: Well, they used ICPE again and got their evil way, Dow up 124.49, not settled yet. Harassment an hour ago, as always was for my benefit, SOSO. That night the Philadelphia Flyers R playing and it is 9 of the clock and the third period is starting, the score is tied at a 3-all. A nasty diarrhea attack hits me hard followed by a light bulb blowout and a loud plane. I come up first 2 report the siege. Now I check the score or get it on the regular local news broadcast. Another short-blog now gets shot up. SHORT-BLOG #128, well the scum got their way, this hurting me gives them 70 to 90% chance to win, the score at time of persecution was 3 all, but this gave these sleaze bags the 4-3 victory. Short and sweet, just the short-blog number, day and date and time, the situation being reported, no heavy added adjectives or major commentary, just the facts mam Dragnet Joe, just the facts. Then after the end of a ballgame B it Phillies or Flyers, or at the end of a stock market trading session, I come up again, and begin showing this pattern is real and beyond a doubt, so a detective can B eventually paid to hang around me and witness and video-record, and then B handed my blogging address, to go along with his/her notes, 4 hopefully someday, a court litigation, against this fortune-50 filth, or the WOMO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, now yall know me whittle pwans bwaby wuv wabbit, so go ahead and martyr or kill me, ‘cause that is what you’re gonna have 2 do shortly, as I can’t take this any moiré, 20-30 years is more than enough, and you stick shaking bunt tappers are not gonna ever stop this, and I am simply getting way to freaking old too handle this any longer, I’ll do what I damn must. This is all out freaking war!!!!!!!!! All my life since this hell got a foothold on my life, I needed a way or a plan to do just this, it is simply that I do no have sufficient funds, and they R not stupid, they make these screw up and go wrong and cost me out of pocket money, and they know precisely what they R doing, with or without MOGOSP!!!!!! I know this hell is real and that powerful humans, whether they B influenced by the “spirit world” forces or not, real humans R prosecutable targets. Get caught with enough evidence in my locker, messing up my life in a precise pattern over decades of time, and kiss your dern fortunes good-bye, as I will own every one of your diamonds and homes and U name it br!!!! I am not just a jerk that enjoys trash talking on line. These horrendous people have killed my best friend and my mother, and have put me through decades of covert torture, wrecking every possible facet of my life, emotional, relational, physical, mental, and even ritual. Lots of voodoo and tricks have been used such as using these powerful Jessica Simpson ICPE’s on me, again this stands 4 Intentionally Created Parallel Event. U all take it so seriously when it is this football thing with pretty starlit Jessie, but poor old ugly Mountie, sca-rue him, he ain’t worth liquid squat juice, yukadoodle!!!!!!!! And really, come on, should this leave me liking this world or wanting anything to do with it? I have been ripped off in money, in intellectual property, and I have been beaten up and physically abused, sexually abused by 3 male queers, several student teachers at school tried to mess with me, young sluts 19-22, when I was 14-17, raped by a giant in an elevator, had my arms broken by 2 powerful people on 2 several occasions, abused, ignored, mistreated, and B4 some dirt hole kit swallower goes, AWWWWWW!!!!!!!!, let me just add this: My mother worked as U know 4 a shipping company from 1939-2000, up 2 the weekend of her final demise, and right through her strange and debilitating undiagnosable and ultra mysterious medical condition. One day in the early mid 1990’s while we rented the home 4 three years in Gibbsboro, NJUSAESMWG, after she had been telling me what a whining crybaby I am and that I cannot take any pressure, and bleeebleeeebleeeeeeeblaaaablummmm!!!!!!! Now as if the gods perhaps trying 2 teach her a little lesson, that she wasn’t the great hot stuff that she professed to me 2B4 so long as she would put me down, and her behavior was witnessed and observed by my friend David C. Roth. He thought I was totally Bonkers-Ville 4 staying with her and helping her as she treated me poorly much of the time. Aniwho, a coworker of hers was getting real bad; she had a magic angel on her shoulder and managed to go decades in an office never experiencing a bad coworker or any real problem. The sitch as Kim Possible would say on Walt Disney’s Channel grew worse and worse! But no this Emily character was literally driving my powerful all mighty mom right up the freaking wall. Worse it got and then worse still. One day I was with Dave Roth in the Pine Barrens exploring around in the Wharton State Forests of NJUSAESMWG, and I came home around the din-din hour, maybe 7’ish. I looked around, dinner was never prepared, and mother was seemingly nowhere. I went up to take a leak in my bathroom upstairs, she had her own bathroom downstairs, both were full bathrooms, showers/baths/the whole 60’s scene man!!!! Well, groovy, dig, jive, and all of that not withstanding, I walk in and puke is everywhere. She spit up all over the godsdamn bathroom. It made revolting seem like fried potatoes and salmon casserole. It was absolutely horrific. I was able to wake her up; she had just downed a full fifth of whiskey, and had been 4 about a year now, somewhat of a more than social drinker. Getting her whiskey bottles was starting 2 become like a brush your teeth thing, and I did not like it, but she was over 21, and was the parent, what could I do? It seems that Emily and her had a tiff that day, a Saturday. Mom enjoyed walking to the train and going into the Philadelphia office every few Saturdays, perhaps once monthly on average. Well, Emily went in about twice a year on Saturdays, and this was the wrong Saturday, no one else there from Mr. Speers the boss, or another single lawtronic counterpart, [soul]. Aniwho, as the two speeding trains on one track heading into each other in the dead of a cold snowy night, here is the scenario I paint with this, and baby, I ain’t no James Patterson, all though, JP, it really was a low blow of U and those guards in AC to profit on my pain that day I was holding back tears behind my dark glasses and staring out into my lovely Stacey, the Atlantic Ocean. That was about as low as it goes, you know minus 1X10 to the 5th power hertz at 12 bells of sound pressure level. A real low blow, do they have one to watch in the water, is it just me to stare at through their binoculars 4 Chrissake????? Aniwho back on point with Mom and Emily, they had a bute of a fight, a real freaking bute!!!! My mom came home but first stopped off at a liquor store near the train station, and got her whiskey. I on the other hand, and by the way I am very sympathetic towards her woes at the office, all though it is doubtful she would have reciprocated should the roles have been reversed, I should know, I lived with her off and on until her death in 2000 since my birth in 1954, but I would call this day average to slightly bad, if this had happened to me, and I have 300 bad days out of a 365.2422 day year. The other 65.2422 R not that great either. But I do not smoke, drink, date, vote, participate in any of this evil Satan world’s activities, I do not do drugs, never have done these things, I stay away from all the crazy nutty women of this sick world, always have and always will. I try my very best just to mind my own business. I do not bother a single lawtron counterpart. If U do not like my blogs, U don’t ever have 2 read them, sort of like television, change the stupid channel, Y waste a postage stamp or a phone call 2 complain if U do not like something, turn it off, turn me off, Do U really honestly think it will add or subtract one hair on my head or one inch to my height???? Whatever turns U on baby cakes, go 4 it!!!! What is not fair is the brutal and unforgivably ferocious treatment that I have gotten from this demonic evil world practically from the day I came into it as Mountainpen!!!!!!! Well boo-hoo 4 me, I have done my weekend chest banging and tear squeezing. Now my ribs R cracked and my eyes R dry, oh well, go 2 Dogtown.

Brown eyes, U took me out of that horrific Dogtown, how can I ever thank my lovely special teen-queen????? U belong 2 me, I am jealous of the whole entire world!!!! I know that is totally silly, but I AM, no that is 4U2 say, sahwee!!!!!!!!

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