ANYONE IN IT CAN C IT IS A GAME

“Anyone In It Can C It Is A Game”
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/WEBCAM/MORPRO-1995
Datfile: 102408.647.55 --- Beginning:


Where does a writer begin when he or she wants 2 say so much that it would fill shelves in a library? I will start with the fact that rote is needed so let me refresh some memories. First, the enemy is worried about a 4PM prior blog posting and is constantly playing with so-called updates on this machine. Stop worrying, I will B well over an hour, and the markets will B long closed. Did I tell anyone that the program that wanted 2B downloaded, Bconexe, etcetera, was the only thing that vanished with my moving into the Marhouse here at 65 Middle in Berryfires, NJ? First I woke up at 8 this morning 2 what both Ann Silva and I thought was a normal deep October morning fox. It was not, it was smoke; and U could not C next door houses from a hundred feet away. The local commerce bank is closed, but all of the stores around R still open including Sam Walton’s place. As with the entire week, again, planes R flying a lot, noisy and annoying, and my beautiful buzzard DEEDEE is also watching carefully over me. Interactions last night with my dream body, ‘astral’ were unusually major, yet did not include in waking world recall, either of my lightning goddesses, Scylla or Diana. There is a major bunch of reality going on regarding this program, and the Egg Harbor genius daughter Gabriana, Paula King and her so called computer whiz daughter, and the entire connected affiliation with all of the humans involved in all of this. A separate fire was intentionally set according 2 the Egg Harbor City Fire Marshal, just houses away from Roy Weiler’s place there in town yesterday. Those powerful museum secrets R hitting some nerves when U read it both in-between the lines as well as in conjunction with these blogging texts on Morianity. Again, get the book everybody, written by my great friend Roy Weiler, called, “Secrets of the Museum”, it is beyond incredible when U learn the facts about the town of Egg Harbor as well ass who his third grade teacher was in the city’s primary school, and the list is not done, just needs 2 stop now 4 reasons of my personal health, safety, and welfare. Someone paid off the family of computer whiz Gabby not 2 help me with my computer, a sum of 5 thousand dollars, and she has not shared this secret with her clan. Hope U do not go to the great Harbor fields and purchase drugs and ruin your life, big G. This 6 foot something 350 pounds of muscle teenager is very beautiful, but obviously extremely physically powerful, and I am not trying 2 make her mad at me, not unless Scylla is right down the street 2 protect me if it should ever come 2 that. I do know that both Atlantic city and Egg Harbor, both in Egg Harbor Township here in the garden green lawn state of lovely hile New Jersey, USAESMWG, R all connected up in huge drug trafficking corruption as well as major other covered up secrets with deadbolt locks on warehouse sized closets, stronger than Fort Knox. Levy was forced 2 behave as he did with me, his kid told me this, while we were in the staceypool together 10 days or so back. U would all have 2 have been there with me 2 have appreciated the full power and surreal and outlandish effects of driving around that day in the start of when else but the POWER MONTH of AUGUST, AU 4 those remembering their elemental basic HS physics, and not musically vibrating hyperspace either. However, U do C by now hopefully y’all, how powerful symbolism really can get, at least I sure hope U do, or really, there just is no hope 4U anyway, stay SBAD, spiritually-blind-and-deaf. I’d like 2 say it is not hurting me if all of U stay so totally unaware of these truths, but it would B a lie. An army is not as fast as its fastest soldier, a chain is not as strong as its strongest link, U all know at least this much, right? The humanity-collective of enlightenment is not stronger because of me being so aware, but it is weaker because y’all R not aware. The great number one billion can B pulled way down if averaged with trillions of other numbers of between 1 and 5, dig shovel-butts? It works sort of like averaging when it comers 2 measuring collective awareness of humanity. On top of this the less enlightened tend 2 pull those starting 2 climb out of the abyss of Lowville, back down with them, into their sins and drunkardness and drugs and filthy behaviors and so on. Those starting and trying 2 raise up above, normally R targeted by drug dealers in bad neighborhoods all across Americas, as they sense this in their astral reality inside of them, and know that in order 2 combat it, they must try hard 2 bring them right back downward to their lowlife levels. Am I wrong, tell me?

So early in August, roughly 10 years 2 the day of the terroristic threat that was made 2 my mother and me at the then Turnersville Pathmark store in Washington Township, Turnersville New Jersey, USAESMWG, on August the second of 1996, while on my major mission and life quest 2 find my Sarah-Stacey-Jehovah-Scylla-Krassle, or SSJKK-PIMC, I was blogging, and without applying 2 much deep thought into it, sort of requested her 2 help me get her Bcon-exe program downloaded into my PC, as I could not get it 2 do this. I told her that I am all alone in the world with no one 2 help me, and 2 weeks later, after being all alone 4 an entire decade, I now have been adopted by a strange and bizarre family, but I am not alone, and I asked her for all of this, and then later blamed her 4 answering my blog-prayer 2 her, what a freaking shellfish, I could put this 2 music!!!!!!!!!!, if you’ll sing it 4 me Scylla, with no cheating programs either, sure, I can write a song and have U sing it electronically through digital sampling technology, and it would B so good that only the top FBI labs could know it is a fake, but this is what brings me now to the very point of today’s blog. I need 2 talk now about the Native Americans, the INDIANS as they were termed in the cowboy days, and their knowledge of TECHNOLOGY. Last night’s interaction was all about this, and I began in a controlled way B4 losing Kevin Bacon’s Flat-lined rope, by taking my Diana 2 her favorite Ziggler Mall and then onto one of her real favorite places, a huge park with gigantic colorful tall and wide water falls dropping into a multicolored large cool and refreshing pond with bright red grass growing all around the banks of this pond. We made passionate love and she dangled her long bright yellow hair all in my face just the way I love her 2 do, and then suddenly, I was standing in a strange human world park with a 6 year old African American boy who was mocking me and saying all kinds of nasty and rude things 2 me, finally telling me that he was madly in love with Dawnie Terra-BULL and wanted me 2 fix him up with a date with her, and I fell down raucously laughing in a fit. Here this 6 year old snot is demanding that I fix him up with a mature 40 year old woman. He said if I did not, he would tell some of my deepest secrets 2 all of hyperspace and 2 some of my professors at the Teck Bay Mystery School of the Astral Plane, U humans would refer 2 this as the land of the dead. I told him while still laughing, but less aggressively and emotionally, that he is a little kid and should have boyfriends at his age. He asked me what he would do with boyfriends, and said that he was only interested in the girls. I told him that Dawn exists in my waking world and not here, and then he broke out laughing as he pointed with his finger, and out of seemingly nowhere, came Dawn. He said 4 me 2 ask her 2 go out with him or else, and I replied 2 go home 2 your mother and suck your thumb on the way. With that, this little shit picked up a rock and threw it right into my face with incredible force, and I no longer could C out of my right eye, and with the sight from my left eye, was able 2C that the rock was literally embedded into where my right eye socket was. I went over 2 grab him and he picked me up and threw me like a pair of underwear, and I went sailing about 20 feet sown the lane. Dawn then came over and punched the kid on top of his head so hard that his head actually broke off and rolled. I began 2 run and found myself running into a casino but none in this present waking world, as it was suddenly Atlantic City, but a totally different one. I was jumping down sets of stairs groups of 3 or 5 or even 8 at some spots, and then I suddenly looked over and an extremely beautiful tall brunet was following me and also jumping along with me, and then I realized that there was a song loudly playing through the casino’s PA system, and I recognized it. It was a song I wrote 14 or 15 months ago in the summertime somewhere last year in the oh seven year, called “Technology”. This beautiful young queen in her early twenties was smiling at me, and when we both finished jumping and had reached the long awaited bottom 2 these seemingly endless stairs, she said 2 me, “Do U hear your song playing Mark, they R playing your song?”. I thought this crazy queen was some nut case and ran away from her as fast as I could down some hallway, and into a room that had an open door. After entering the room, I closed and bolted the door and as I was turning around, there she was, and not a bit out of breath. She all ready was in the room. She grabbed me and lifted me off of my feet and passionately kissed me. Then I realized she looked familiar, almost like a miniature of the girl who raped me in the real waking world in the John F. Kennedy elevator in Stratford, New Jersey, USAESMWG back when my mom was made mysteriously ill and she lay deathly ill in the hospital after being brought back from death as U mortals refer to this illusion as. She said that she was her daughter Jeanie-Anne and that I was hers now and I better never try 2 get away. She said that she is one of the mighty VIQUEEN girls in SSJKK’s gang, and remembers all of it while awake in hyperspace. She proceeded 2 pick me up and carry me and I was thinking of last nights blog while in this interaction, and how I was being shown the proper way 2 carry a surfboard, by the luscious little blond lifeguard officer employed by the Atlantic City Beach Patrol, www.acbp.com/ and yes, every time I blog and use a hyperlink site, it alternates, my last blogs had the blue underscore, and this does not, as I all ready Lennie McKinnon knew was gonna happen, reading these trucking hock yuckers is as easy as Mike Pervert Jackson and his ABC-123. Back now on pernt Queen Archibald, enwie, she carried 280 pounds like she was carrying her 3 pound doll, and threw me into a very cozy bed and then went on 2 screw my brains out of my skull. Her kisses were warm and wet and covered my entire face, it was awesome. Then afterwards, she talked softly 2 me 4 a few minutes, and then boom, she was all over me again, and then again, and I lost count. Then the room began 2 detach and move away from the casino building, and behind a wall was a curtain and a control panel looking similar 2 the cockpit of a large commercial aircraft. She was taking the room off the Earth and UI saw the Earth turn into a tiny ball and vanish in a window behind me. Bright stars were all over and nothing else, just dark empty space and countless bright stars. Suddenly the room began 2 disintegrate and simultaneously, a huge surrounding area was integrating and forming around where we had just been. I found myself in a highly industrialized area like a petrol chemical plant in the deep south of the United States, and the girl took my hand and said she was taking me to my new home. After we had walked miles, she led me into an area that was totally inside miles of networked industrial plants yet appeared totally residential and even was loaded with full sized trees and gardens and very beautiful flowers. We entered a house that read 8526 Conquen. The inside of the door had the number 516292 and a hyphen and then 3 J’s, or ‘516292--JJJ‘. Gawky Gaukauk was inside this home or large condo apartment or whatever Congressman Andrews, and was roaring and cracking up laughing, pointing at me and laughing some more, then with his paws, he started slapping his legs. I kept saying 2 him, GAWKY, GAWKY, GAWKU, YRU doing this 2 me, and he laughed harder. Then I saw a large thing that looked like a bed and it was not a bed. It was hollow, and I looked inside of it. I saw me in my bed here at the Hammonton home I was asleep in, and I was astonished. He aimed some kind of steam gun at me and I felt a slightly warm mist coming my way. Then it moved slowly at me, and was a precise miniature of a Chemtrail. I tried 2 get away but it followed me around the room and as I ran faster, it blew faster at and towards me until finally, it got me. I began melting into it, and I felt it go into this bedlike box and gently placing me inside my body while I was in this dream. The next thing that I remember was waking up in a bolt at 8AM on the nose and going out of my bedroom. Ann was sitting in the dining room and told me 2 take a look at the dense fog that had surrounded the entire area, only later I came 2 learn that it was not fog at all, but smoke blown in from the recent Hammonton area forest fire. I had a nice talk later around the noon time with KS and she will B paying attention this weekend 2 my blogs, as this weekend may very well B the last one 4 me in this waking world.

There was an old playing card trick in the early 60’s and late 50’s called, TURN OVER THE TOPS OF 2. Only a few genius minds could ever C how it was done and how U could go through many motions and know the precise card out of 52 that was left. My mother was behind this trick and a friend of hers who was dating a United States Army General a long while back, showed her this trick along with the horse racing trick that caused the racing forms of those days 2B forever altered so as 2 prevent others from ever catching onto this and doing it the track and winning. In this box of old papers that my blog from last night made mention of regarding the attempted reconstruction in August of 1970 of the burned up Book-of-the-Beach from 1968 and 1969, was also the affinity numbers 4 roulette, supposedly known only by a powerful Trappis Monk nearly 400 years ago, and the inventor of the game, Herman Rhoule. If U use it, do not take 2 much and do not brag or piss these dudes off, UR messing with the Mob BRA. With today’s computer technology, it may B possible 2 circumvent the new racing form, as stats that R needed 2 run this fantastic system should B available on this great web 4 those mega geniuses who really know how 2 let their fingers do the clicking. U need 2 find a horse that always beat the other horses in the race, or in races with any of them B4, they had 2 come in ahead of that horse. Then U simply bet this horse 2 come in the SHOW position. Every time my mom needed 2 make a mortgage payment or pay a doctor or dentist bill, and when she lived near a track which at one time she did, this is what she did, and never lost one race. The biggest secret of all is none of this junk. It has 2 do with reaching non-existence or NIRVANA. I have every god and goddess on the entire astral plane watching me carefully with tight scrutiny. They all want 2B able 2 shut this off, it can’t B shut off, existence is just what it is, existence, and it does not require a time dimension in order 4 it 2 in fact B. A couple of totally wasted high rock stars that stumbled into my studio in the early part of the 80 year told me something so incredible, I thought I would eat my own shit. I am not able 2 safely from these shores ever talk about this, there R some lines even I just do not ever dare 2 cross. I can tell U that rock stars R indeed interesting, but if U encounter one, U have not missed anything. In fact, if UR fortunate enough 2B a nonexistor, only U know how blessed U really R. I have a small inkling, but U KNOW, BRO.

Technology is more than science and constructing machines and a song written in the oh seven year by Mountainpen. I want 2 thank the crooked con artists from Americord of Cali 4 doing me an immense favor, as long B4 the US Copyright Office ever opened my last project called, LUNCHBREAK AT THE SORIAN-18-GUARDHOUSE, and as stated B4, they refused 2 permit me 2 place the needed history-marker of the number (18) on the title, but the real punch is that the song has been stolen and has made a mint of money 4 a powerful big apple group, U know who UR, and I am far from finished with any of U, believe that if U ever believed in stinky brown squished sneakers. Thanx to the JFK hospital giant and her dream-world daughter, I realize a huge NEW thing that GOT PAST ME, hopefully this time, NOT 2 LATE, MC!!~!!!!!!~!!!!~!!~!!!!!~!!~~!.

Google and Swis and KS World Labs of the great future, this is Michael Mountainpen, and BLAH AND BLAH ANDF BLAH!!!!! If E=MCXMC, does MC&MC= Paul Evans Pedersen, hay, after all, he is the one that got me 2 admit to myself, that it was really the Atlantic Ocean that I was so forever really madly in love with, and from there it all just fit perfectly into place, like a couple of lovers in an eternal bed together. I am sorry 4 my shellfishism Queen M, but sometimes one must speak out in their own defense, in fact it was U that showed me this in the blowing in the winds interaction of 3 weeks ago, and your bravery in your home that day is and was beyond commendable. I have so much respect and worship 4U my queen, it is beyond any human wordability.

KS, if UR listening as U say U will B, I will make so much more clear at a later time, but those involved, all know precisely what is being spoken in these powerful words.

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