THE REMOTE CONTROL BODY ENEMY FACTOR

“THE REMOTE CONTROL BODY ENEMY FACTOR”
Project currently known King/Queen as CIMT
Datfile: 082808.733.55------BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:


An ignoramus can figure that 4 subtitles 2 my work now R part of what began as this 5th blogging work, and they each begin, as shown 2 blogs ago, with the first letter in the above grouping of letters, CIMT, so this is now what future blogs will simply B, CIMT, and this blog has a further subtitle I will now label as (Final Exams in the Summertime Mr. Potato Head). I have endured a life fucking sentence of pure hell as well as nearly another life sentence not quite this hellish, but way beyond sufficiently bad 2 finish off any normal regular mortal person. I have suffered through and endured ridicule and score, disbelief, mocking, pain on all levels, teasing, harassment, and all the funny little ha ho hums that have been partner in agony throughout my entire existence as Michael Wayne Mountainpen. If I therefore decide occasionally 2 get cute and play around with words on these blogs, call it PAYBACK 4 JERKOFFS or 4 short, just PFJ. I could type continuously 4 months and do nothing BUT PFJ’’s, and it would never begin 2 balance the scale and even out the equation of the polynomial of Dogtownite mathematics. 4 three straight days and nights starting early on Monday evening, these diseased toilet water swallowing prick in the mouths have been persecuting me illegally and horrendously, without mercy, causation, reason, or legality behind them in any way, and if FISA or any other fucking jerk off organization thinks ever that they can do all of these things 2 me, a law abiding naturally born citizen of the United States of America, and wrap themselves in some idea of their flag, and this makes all of this then totally OK and all right, they R so sadly mistaken that words cannot express now or ever, the degree and intensity of their misdiagnosed perceptions. For 3 days and nights all over Hammonton, CHEMTRAILS, CHIOPPERS, PLANES, CRASH LEVEL, ILLEGALLY STALKING AND HARASSING me, and Y? I will tell U all right now what I do know and what I don’t know, no bull shit at all, yet no punches pulled and held back, no wrestling holds bared, NONE, just the damn truth of the great Boy Scouts, friendly and courteously or not!!!! There R numerous factions on both the dream realm and the physical waking equation that both R laying inside the same waves and particles of. Consciousness or awake-mind, produces illusion, causing U all 2C a smoke and mirrors physical solid world of solid real tangible objects, and it is just not real, not here, not there, and not anywhere. So Y if I hit U on the head with a brick do U go FUCK-U, THAT HURT? Energy exists in the atom world that causes many things 2 occur, one of the biggest is called “CHAIN reaction”. If U want 2 excite the atoms of your arm without causing permanent damage 2 your arm or your body and yet prove my pernt Archibald, take a crow bar and slam it onto a solid surface, holding tightly onto it and using all of your force. Y would I make up this story, when I tell U none of this is real, U can fucking take it to the Chemical National bank of “Uncle” Heinz. B4 going on, mental illness and normal behaving brains R both part of this smoke and mirrors yet I could talk forever and only tell a little. When my hologram of hell is way up, if I am around anyone “Mentally Ill”, they act out aggressively and violently, as they R much more perceptible and open 2 a channel in the 6th dimension or the realm of the “Circuit Entities”, firedog Mayor Levy or no Firedog Mayor Levy. U all R totally convinced that URU and R able with something mankind loves 2 claim exists and calls FREE-WILL, 2 do whatever pleases U and by no means is any of it part of some huge control experiment or really more accurately termed, MEGAGAME OR COSMIC-GAME, or Callio’s Millionth-Council Game. Long B4 Chris Bennett put me onto blogging on the internet or that I even knew that such a dude existed on Planet-Earth, I would drive around and pass out ‘scroll-nega-tracts‘, as I termed them, up 2 40 or even 50 sheets of paper with pictures and messages, my story, then rolled up and masking taped into a heavy scroll, so that I could drive by yards of home owners late at night and hurl them into them, the free newsboy of the county, huh Kenny. SSJKK got into U real good 2, I know that, I recognize the song. There is only 1 Stacey Krassle, and that is all this old world needs. She could sneeze and galaxies would literally blow into talcum powder.

Let me start first by getting into things I know, and some that I admit 2 not knowing, and then maybe some maybe’s, and then, well, we’ll take it from there when we arrive at that point on the blog. Every time I move anywhere, whatever this thing is that is harassing and persecuting me, doesn’t fucking like it at all. They make things brutal at these times, and this is that time, 4 Stacey’s “That-Boy” from Trinitrail land. Ever wonder Y they never ever will make another TRINITRAIL? SSJKK will not permit them 2, and this is truth, powerful and right up in your face, and I know. I also know that when God was only about 8 or 9 years old, George burns played the BRIGGBASE part of GOD, and changed Stacey 2 Tracy, but 2 clever HISTORY-MAREKERS R in this fantastic movie. Can U pick them out, stop reading the blog 4 an hour and just try, I dare U2 just try. OK so I assume it is an hour later and UR addressing my cousin mister banker snoots by now, or better said, giving up. Fine, I’ll fudging clue U in Kenny and the gang. One is the girl with the big lovely knocker D cups, calling the little girl by the wrong name, or was it? Second, when little TR was talking 2 her Dad after coming out of the movie theatre and he seemed worried that his daughter did not enjoy herself at the movies, what was discussed? What did Tracy ask her dad about and what example did he give whole they rapped a while about how 2 create a great advertising slogan? Could this have possibly been POTATOE CHIPS. I sincerely hope somebody within 100 miles or less of Hammonton, NJUSAESMG, would come into Egg Harbor, a few miles 2 the east, and hang a left on Philadelphia Avenue and if heading eastbound towards Atlantic City, and find the potato chip place, and observe the surrounding area carefully, while keeping in mind my repeat dreams from 1970 through early into this new century, as well as how I stopped blogging 4 a while and what new CD hit the markets like wildfire, and by whom, and then ask her the name of her high school. Am I really asking U2 connect that many dots and give me the smallest benefit of the doubt that indeed all of this nightmare is happening constantly all around me and has been 4 more than half a freaking century now? When I tell U that All Mighty Scylla Goddess is indeed making contact with me, both in the sixties and now all over again, Y can’t any of U diseased turds even give me the smallest benefit of the doubt? Do any of U know how 2 do the things that I claim 2? And Y won’t a living soul anywhere put me 2 the test, just 2 fucking discredit me since they all hate me so badly? Ever let that one strike over your bow of wonderment? So Y does this enemy strike so incredibly every time I move? Simple Henry Semple from Virginia make it happen through electronic-metaphysics TECHNOLOGY!!!!!!!!! They do not want 2 have 2 make a MAJOR CHANGE or a MC in order 2 continually persecute me invisibly and totally covertly with their black operations. I go 2 a new place and new neighbors need 2 get paid off or threatened and intimidated into their circle. They also need new surveillance posts and nearby locales to my new residence where they can spy on me, make my electronic instruments fuck up whenever they so choose, and on and on and on and on. A messed up silly ass child could C through all of this dogshit. Some nasty ass ho from the hood can C without taking an ounce of fish food. So one constant of this enemy that I am forced 2 endlessly deal with and endure, is that they hate surprises and changes. It is a cost and an inconvenience out of their schedule of torture fun or call it as I do by its true fucking Milituforce name, Abograbe Prison number 2. Wanna hear another super fucking constant or Mariah’s “C” without squaring it, of this powerful Briggbase Lamist Cult enemy? Ready, brace up? Using your FORWARD-MORTAL way of insisting upon seeing it, when I go 2 bed and have very vivid major dreams/interactions, and wake up and remember major things, BANG, do the freaking cannons go off then Mister Blair. If U had your head handed 2U this week anywhere near as bad as I have, U’d B getting cute as shit all night on your blogs 2 so don’t ell me differently or I’ll fucking spit in your dinner! I will always love my teen queen NO MATTER WHAT TORTURE SHE CHOOSES 2 THROW ME INTO, HERE OR THERE OR ANYWHERE, IWALU, Queen MC. Spelled out from the great ‘90 year, and her lovely song, its Privecode number Gawnumly is 990. Hence I always say, IWALU followed by 990. There R 81 potential things in cosmos, they will range in PCN from 110 through 990. Her compatibility months include the month of power, symbol on Earth 4 this is gold, or on the table of elements AU as in AUGUST, not a good one 4 me at all BRA-GN. They also R and not limited 2, the first and the last months of each and every year of the calendar, January and December. December is when she took back her chain that Henningsen and his pal Worshing conspired 2 take from her to bring all of this about VIA the famous and great BB Organization, and this is not an abbreviation 4 MC’s great fan club, that I will join as soon as she so instructs, I never disobey the Queen, SHE RULES as all of U know. B4 their was Henningsen, there was Fred Hinger of the Philadelphia Philharmonic Orchestra, give me a break, even the names of mommy and him R compatible on the Gawnum, just 2 much fits just 2 precisely and perfectly, bwaby-wuv-Fwudd!!!!! The Big Brothers Organization through the director at the time in late 1967, gave me Fred Hinger, followed by John Henningsen. At least Hinger did not vanish into the mysteries worlds of the color red without the white, better known by the Natives of this great continent ass Colorado. At least Freddie boy transferred over 2 the New York Philharmonic Orchestra. Anyone ever want 2 fact check all of this out, BBBB my freaking guest, and guess the name of all of the marry Mary Moore/Mohr guests out past the balcony she stands on with that bright green dress, and the starting date of the show’s beginning and MC’s beginning in present incarnation, and on and on and on and on. There is no way after this potato chip factory in Egg Harbor, the repeat dreams since early into 1970 coinciding perfectly and precisely with SSJKK’s reincarnation into the world again, and an endless laundry list from infiltrating my school and seemingly being in total charge and ruling the empire even then, all ready knowing about the Watergate Democratic Office Building in Washington, 13, DC, and on and on, and no way this is the product of coincidence or mind disease, this is all totally real, and the kicker is the detention place 4 juvies and Paula the psychic telling me that she had a vision of Sarah and she is in prison, and she was both literally and I know what it is like with control freaks, and also figuratively with the name of the high school verses the place in Egg Harbor. Terry and her daughter Gabriana told me all I need 2 know, yeah 4 short, daut Gabby, well they gabbed enough 4 me 2 finally get the score and that is, SSJKK back alive again 100, doubters club 0. There R KNOWN BY ME, totally, other CONSTANTS of my WOMO enemy, one is NO WOMEN permitted in my life, one is NO MOVING OR CHANGING just stay put and get the fuck harassed out of U day and night 4 ever and ever, one is NO VIVID DREAM RECALLS, because if U do bro, you’ve fucklng had it, they will follow your pathetic fucking ass right through the Billy Mahoney Flatliners Movie Channel, and right back into U along with the ‘dream-memory’. They come through this magical thought channel, from their realm into this one, just as a Trojan fucking trumped horse. They enter into the wavelengths of the circuits of any electronic device and then as soon as U reach the waking world from their realm, they jump into your recall memory. If I lived on a desert island where no radio frequency could get at me, which basically in the year 2008 is not feasible, even possible, but just say that I could 4 crissake, they could not follow me back. Now YR they not following all of U back from your Billy Mahoney’s? I do not know, and I do not know whether they R or not, U out there have all become so desensitized 2 so much, so unaware of your real true surroundings, so caught up with who is the newest Hellyweird sensation, where UR gonna get your new show off car, your next pussy or conquest either direction, and on and on with career and families and Earthly carnal stupid garbage with absolutely no eternal value whatsofuckingever as it all will pass away eventually, that it may well all B occurring with U as well, and it is going right over your dingbat heads like moron Moe slapping moron Curly. Blind leading the blind. Where can either ever really go, except nowhere, except endlessly further into denyalism and eternal stupidity. This entire thing is a nightmare game, and I am infinitely stuck in it, aware totally of it, and will B judged insane by my fellow human race 4 a minimum of thousands of years 2 fucklng come. Monday night, even though bullshit was all ready happening, it might have not turned into this super mountain sized siege if I had not gone 2 sleep and had a major Atlantic City interaction, U would say I dreamed vividly about Atlantic City, same horse, differed rider. I do not remember much, only that it started again at the 5th floor ballroom of the old Traymore Hotel, a history marker now again removed by a powerful human extension of the Astral World Lambrigger Cultist, or the residence of the “mighty and powerful’ BRIGGBASE-OZ. Then I worsened things by telling MAJOR SECRETS. The telling of a major secret of these abductor gamester scum farts is another MAJOR NO NO or constant of the enemy things that will get me head axed real fucking quick-like!!!!!!!

Well like it or snot, bastards, I will B living near Shannon’s Carkick Wal-Mart Store of the great famous Blueberryville known also King/Prince as Hammonton, New Jersey, USAESMWG. Wake me up after August is over, pweeeeeze, this fucklng torturous monstrous hell is totally befuckingond unbearable. These twisted and sick twats have no remorse, no conscience, and absolutely no fucking shame at all 4 their evil assault and destruction of my entire life, both child and adult. Nothing just happens. No body just gets sick, ever. Nobody just has a bad day, or an accident, or gets cancer, 4 no good reason, never, ever. All shit is caused, and the Brigger scum R the causers, this one third of the mighty MILLIONTH COUNCIL is out of control, demented and unfathomably evil and twisted straight through to the very core of their evil sick being. I COULD TALK FOREVER rapies and germiblows. I am very disgusted, very tired, yes even disappointed in my queen. I thought she care-yd but now I am not so sure at all, not at all, yet I must now move into her special new 9th dimensional magic home of the great winds, the gods fucking HELLLLLP me, PWEEEEEEEEEEZE, Elmer.

GOOGLE, SATELITE WORLD INTERCONNECT SYSTEM, AND WORLD LABS, this is all copyrighted in the name of 1 MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN. It is all total truth as best as I know it, I swear this under voluntary committed oath 2 country, and the powerful astral world gods, including the All Mighty Scylla, or SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE.

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MURDERED TODAQY BY MILITARY/MILITUFORCE DIRT BAGS-HELP ME

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short blog #15

SHORT BLOG #15


Hi Gina, what RU up 2U arm breaking beauty queen? U used 2 say “TOLD-U” so I need 2 return the favor, FULL EVIL EMPIRE, FULL EVIL EMPIRE, just as I predicted. 2 days of siege, and the Phillies fall down another place in their division, JUST AS I PREDICTED.

Tonight’s chopper attack sealed up their crooked fucking victory. Welcome back 2 first place, Mariah’s Mets.

None of this would bother me if I was not being totally fucking persecuted straight to my hellish grave 4 over 22 years now just so this scum bag Millionth-Council can endlessly play their filth bag game with me and wreck my life, spinning it into an eternal fucking nightmare.

Someday, if this ever gets proven, do not think I will not expose to the world, the hypocrisy of this so called nation, freedom fighters, the world’s great policemen that R so veheminantly against crimes against humanity and if what these same dirt holes r doing 2 me is not just that, something that the SPCA would not permit 2B done 2 a fucking animal, yet is OK 2 do 2 me as it endlessly betters the wealthy bastard world and their economy and cheated Wall Street, I will show up this evil empire for exactly whop and what they all R, greedy criminal Reagan worshipping pig slobs. I watched this world change and fall into a shit hole literally, going from a we generation of the sixties 2 the ME generation of the eighties, and worsening with the passage of every stinking single year. Some one on this planet someday WILL freaking vindicate me and my situation, take this as a PROMISE.

U wicked fucking slobs will all burn up in the fires of Dogtown forever. Soon, we will get deeper into shit than I ever thought I’d dare ever go online. It will get me wiped out tidal wave proportions, but I do not care, play that continuing fucking drum, ya’ bum, wipe out, fine, but I will take as many of U pig swine with me as will B humanly possible, and do it all legally. I do not want 2 end up across from Hers Potato Chips but then, I’m simply 2 old 2B there, and it is not 4 REAL-GOOD-GIRLS, it is 4 the Paula King bullies, and all the elevator rapers of the pwanet Mister Fwudd.

Yes I will feel as though I am moving into the ninth dimension next Monday, this is going 2B the wildest roller coaster ride of my eternal existence. Let me quickly tell U Gina and any others, Karen 2 hopefully as I just recently left U another dying-deck on your voicemail, keep it if I do not make it into the North Dakotas Monday, and then again if 30 days goes by and feels like 2 minutes, I guess they will have awakened me right on schedule with that great song. Karen, it is beyond wild. Crows and hawks and ravens R all over this place, and wind always blows there. When U close all the windows, the house gets 15 degrees hotter within minutes, but open them and doors R slamming unless they R held with jams, not jelly, that would B 2 soft, but it is so beautiful, it is just a precise duplication of the place Queen Mariah took me 2 and talked about shellfish. I have things I need 2 tell U, please meet me there MC, I am leaving the Mortal World-(MW) shortly, and when this posts up to Blogger, your unconsciousness will instantly read this message. I am happy 4 your Mets, MC, and what I want does not matter. What I need 2 know is whether or not UR punishing me 4 what my banker snoot family in LI did 2 my queen. Please do not hate me 4 their bads. I hate these people so bad, words fail me at light X light.

A super bad thing will happen very soon, the world will know that a price must B paid 4 persecuting me 2 this extent and degree, B braced lads and lassies.

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THE 2 LYING BILLIE'S

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DATFILE:082708.747.55---Begin Transmission:


My previous blog Datfile was in error, it should have printed on Blogger sites as 082608 and 71,755 one-hundred-thousandths of and into this date. In error it came out as a date 20 days earlier, sahwee Pearl Harbor the 7th, not the Detention Camp nor the Detention Center in Egg, New Jersey, the place I travel from up 2 World Lab, only no one ’really’ ever travels anywhere, all fucking illusion, smoke and mirrors.

If I am murdered tonight or soon, these persons murdered me or had something in some way 2 do with my long torture and murder, McGuire, Callio, Trump, Summer, Martino, Schau, and there R others. My blood and gruesome horrible bloody murder and death will B on your hands, United States Federal Government 4 not listening 2 me and not ever believing a thing that I have complained about and told 2 numerous agencies, elected officials, police officers both state and local, and other state and local as well as federal authorities. This is misfeasance and malfeasance. When real world evidence such as DIZZIE DEE AND MOUNTAIN MAN up in that airplane that day early in the ’90 year, over my residence, cursing at me and threatening me terroristically, is taken 2 a police station, and the evidence proves my claims R real, then DO NOT BELIEVE SILLY LAW AND ORDER TELEVISION SHIT ABOUT COMING FORWARD AND COOPERATING WIUTH YOUR AUTHORITIES, AS IT IS ALL A BUNCH OF FUCKING ELEPHANT FUCKING SHIT AT LIGHT SPEED CUBED, BWABY-WUV!!!!!! Also I am under serious fucking COMPUTER HACKING TODAY BY THESE DIRT BALL SCUM BAGS, AND THIS DEATH FUCKING SIEGE THAT BEGAN 2 NIGHTS AGO IS ONGOING 2 PRESENT SECOND, WITH ALL DAY ROARING CRASH LEVEL AIRPLANE SIEGE AND ASSAULT AGAINST ME AND ALL DAY AND NIGHT FUCKING VISCIOUS CHEM TREAIL ATTACKING, FILLING THE BLUEBERRYVILLE-HAMMONTON, NJUSAESMWG SKIES WITH NUCLEAR POISON. Get enough of it aimed just at U over an extended time and take a shit, and it will smell precisely the fucklng way your shit stinks nuclear after taking a barium nuclear fucking pill in a radiology department in a hospital, I know this 4 a fucking fact, and the American Medical Fucking Association can run this test and fucking C all this 4 themselves, only obviously, all these diseased fucking scum bags R IN ON THIS JULIA HUGE CONSPIRACYM, AND IT AIN‘T NO FUCKING THEORY. As long as these twisted diseased dirt hole fart sniffers have me 2 ENDLESSLY FUCKING PERSECUTE, PICK ON, AND MESS WITH AND SCREW WITH, the market will keep moving up and up and up and up forever and ever and ever, illegally, on the back of my torment and covert fucking endless vicious hell. The more U keep fucking persecuting me, the harder I’ll keep fucking hitting U right back, and right where it fucking hurts the worst, MILLIONTH SCUZ BAG COUNCIL, and U know where that is, wither gender of U. They have hacked my computer tonight, it is all fucked the Christ up, MAGNESONIC, OPEN COMMAND-G7, I COMMAND U2 OBEY THE ORDERS OF YOUR CREATOR, AND THE CREATOR OF ALL THINGS, ME. U WILL PUSH YOUR GAIN P0AST 11.8 INFINITY AND CAUSE MAJOR EARTH SURFACE DISTURBANCE, AS WELL AS FLOODS AND WILDFIRES, DROUTS AND FAMINES, HURRICANES AND STORMS, TWISTERS, EARTHQUAKES, VOLCANOES, CITY UNREST, AND MAJOR CHOPPER AND AIRPLANE CRASHES, WORLD WIDE, GO 2, G-189, UNDER, GERNERAL ORDER 13, GO14, UNDER CG18, CG39, CG5555, CG2, AND G901, G719, G917, ANTIHACK MACKED OUT AT 11.5 ON DIAL UNDER GO-1133. SEDS FROM MAXIMUM LIGHTNING INPUT RETRIVIAL UNDER PRINT VOICE COMMAND, CODE PAULA KING DAUGHTER NEXT LIFETIME CALLIO INTERCEPT DIVERSION AND UNDER CRUSH DESTRUCT SINGE DESTRUCT TOTAL DESTRUCT, DESTRUCT, ON AN I 2 D, A/B TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, I HAVE AN IMAGE/OBJECT NOW ON YOUR TERANSPOWER BLOCK 4 TOTAL OBLITERATION. THE A/B TONES EQUALS POST PUBLISHED AT BLOGGER DOT COM SITE. All persons making my infinite everlasting existence a total burning breathing nightmare hell, will b crushed 2 their fucking death, G189, under maxed out seds and dial controls, and S-T-O-P!!!!!!

Want a real war on your hands WOMO demon licking squat scum, keep fucking the hell around with someone that knows all the shit that I fucking know pal.

U did not lie the prior blog Millionth Cuntsil, you weelwee R not gonna dig this one then Fwudd face shit eaters from the Briggmace. I owe Ed Himacane a huge apology, I thought he was playing hacker games with me back in May, we all know who was really playing games with me then, don’t we Hers Potato chips? I accept the fact that I have mean snooty dick in the mouth monstrous rotten cursed relatives, I hate them much more than U should my Queen, Y hurt me? I wanted to go up and McCloud them over the weekend and U body slammed me right out of that whittle idea. IWALU, and U can hate me and hurt me and play these agonizing games with me forever Sarah-Stacey. I know who and what U really R, an absolute totally all powerful upline thought, asleep and aware, totally lucid in your own dream here downline referenced 2 your great unimaginable upline world by our existence in this limited world and dimension. Since this death siege by the physical scum bag counterpart of the Briggbase or the local 177th Air Fighter Secret covert black operations wing of the United states Air force in Pomona New Jersey will not stop this, it is time I talk about them, about Pomona, about Sarah’s brother, about uninduced abductions/projections, OOBS, OBES, NDES, etcetera. If U practice the FASCITAR 10 and 6 secret system that the highest degreed Masons, Rosicrucian’s, Mayans, Tibetan Monks, Eckists, and others will never really fully grasp all the Y’s to it all, U will reach the place within a few months or less depending on how much attention/time that UR able 2 devote to this practicing of the GREAT FASCITAR, where U reach the point where U KNOW FOREVER AND ALWEAYS, that spirit moves your body, it is a lump of clay, and would B still and rot away endlessly unable 2 move through the instants of consciousness time levels based on the speeds that our physical realm or this planet and systems that it resides in, R all moving and swirling around. If it could move 2 the next instant, it would B ‘quick’ enough 2 move and live in our STC, (Space-Time Continuum). This is all Y biblical language discusses the contrastuallity of the “QUICK and the DEAD”. It does not matter if U blow up in an explosion or slowly smother 2 death in a freezer, U still have time in an infinitesimally tiny increment, but existing in reality nonetheless, 2 create an entire infinity within the last fraction of time based on where U physically were once QUICK or able 2 hop from instant 2 instant, roughly 400 jumps each minute, while on this planet and at its speed in space, make that velocity. U will compress an infinity into your final one trillionth of a second B4 time or the illusion of this 4th dimension, movers on ahead of U and leaves U behind forever. This will never happen 2U however, as 2U, it never will reach that next instant, as UR not QUICK enough 2 move into it, as UR DEAD. This is a reverse way of seeing what MORIANITY has been preaching on-line 4 more than 3 years now with my 5 blogs. Really, time is an illusion, UR existing in this endless astral dreamshift, do UC yet how this can totally fucklng boggle your sanity and wreck the fucking world religions and political systems, OVERNIGHT?????

Well at the risk of really getting the QUEEN in a Mayor Philadelphia mood with me 2-night, here is Y Paula King flattened my tire, YI was beat up by lifeguard mascots in the ‘75 year, Y the contract was put on my life, Y the terrorist threat was made 2 my poor elderly mother and me and the Washington Township police and Gloucester County Prosecutors Office covered it up back in the ‘96 year, and on and on and on, it is all because a girl named Sarah-Stacey Krassle that exists in an upline closed infinity curve beyond or above ours, had out of trillions, a particular thought once and it was about her days in her Atlantic city and her THAT-BOY, and this entire multiverse was instantly DOWNLINED as a freaking result. This is Y a place exists between 18 miles on the New Jersey coast called Long Beach Island on the north side, and Atlantic City on the south side, called BRIGANTINE. It is really on the Astral Plane called the Olympian Province Briggbase, and it is made up of a cult of entities that R beyond powerful and deadly dangerous, these R in fact and in total truth, the one third of the mighty great MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, that do not basically think and agree with the so-called “Astral-world politics” of their larger counterpart that reside in the great city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL called the SDKM or the City’s Great name followed by the M, 2B referred 2 as the MAJORITY. U can Google up Sahasra Dal Kanwal and find not only my blogs and references of it, it is also discussed elsewhere on line, and the great Eckankar followers have visited this great city, some of them anyhow, upon occasion, speaking in forward mortal language. I was raped by a giant young girl in an elevator at the John Fitzgerald Kennedy Hospital in Stratford, NJUSAESMWG early in the ’97 year, she was related 2 Paula King as well as a giant brunet beauty queen that showed up in my life while I was at a place called the Blue Parrot club in the Sands Casino, removed, AGAIN, as major HISTORY MARKERS all must B, by BRIGGERS, there is no more Turnersville Pathmark either, or Caldor store #113 where David Roth and I first became mutual coworkers and later best friends. What none of U know is how deadly this game is that I am in, as if I ever win, UR all gone in a poof. If I can escape this curse in Stacey’s Salvation-Game, that all these Christians insist on taking so morbidly and seriously when I am shouting out that I know it is the game of a 16 year old teen queen, but if I can win, overnight, this planet will either dissolve or alter in ways that would B even 2 unfathomable 4 me 2B able 2 express correctly with words tonight on this whittle Elmer Fwudd bwog. I told U that if I was able 2 obtain the quantity that I would desire 2 have, of a commodity that a known expression said everyday all over this planet admits 2B totally worthless, yet I am stopped from getting it. If this curse was over and I could somehow break out, it matters none at all whether any of U turds out there believe me or not as truth does not alter by your belief or disbelief in that truth, laugh ass holes, but I am saying that pretend it is 30 pennies, just pretend, U must believe that I am not able 2 ever have these 30 pennies on a continual basis, every day, as I would desire, and this is less valuable than this, and yet a force beyond your ability 2 start 2 grasp is stopping me from having this, I used the fake item of ketchup once, it is not ketchup, and it is not 39 pennies, U must believe that if I were able to get what I wanted, a totally worthless commodity by human reasoning, yet brick wall stopped by these worldly forces from me ever having, as if I broke out of this curse and I would with this, the world as U all know it today would B forever over. It amazes me that no one ever comments and wished 2 ever know more. I am not saying I would trust the first interested party with this secret, but in time, the entire world markets and everything would turn on a dime, against the rich and 4 the poor and struggling paycheck 2 paycheck suffering majority. But nobody wants to know or hear. What U& really have never been told is the true scale that this secret is on. The enemy has literally invented POLITICAL CORRECTNESS around me and all of this, this was all 100% fucking necessary, if they did not act fast, this world as we know it as what I term Post Reagan Timeline Alteration, or PORTA,. And it should abbreviate out 2 this, as in porta-potty, as the entire thing is lower than the whales hit of the deepest oceans in the Marianna’s Trenches of the Pacific. My own mother in 1988 and David Roth witnessed it, said something 2 me at our Moorestown, New Jersey home, that was so monstrous so horrendous, so vicious and deplorable, so fucking cock sucking abominable and detestable and beyond the pale and a million quintillion other bigger pales as well, someday it is my desire when I share all of this with my Blogaud, when I feel the world may B ready, and I have the tapes, U can verify the authenticity of these tapes with proper oscilloscopic audio engineering apparatus, and U better get ready with dry rags and tissue boxes by the ton, 2 cry your fucking miserable eyes out when U hear how my own mother treated me beyond fucking total pig shit, and Dave told me it was the most awful scene he witnessed and this includes all of the horror films that he ever saw on TV or in the fucking movies, ALL OF THEM, BRA!!!!!!!!!

2 Billie’s lied the fuck 2 me and last night’s Law and Order show, one of them, brought back some powerful fucking memories. Not only did my boyhood hero break a promise 2 me when his wife laid down the law, U do not need know details, stuff life Gordon Lightfoot, get real, I cannot come on line and say anything I want when these people R major name-recognition celebs. All my shit and all I say, still I need 2B careful, I know the lines, I know the limits, and won’t cross them, I am not that dare devil dumb, BRA!!!!!! Then the other Billy, well, forgive my attempts 2 resurrect Mo and Larry and Curly. A little funny-ha-ha goes a long way on a major bad fucking set of days. I refer 2 the guy that says if U gotta problem, let him help, well, Mister Swan, I sure wish U or some son of a bitch would, but then that would break this horrific fucking curse and this is not lawtronically permitted 4 me 2 ever do. I can only legitimately transfer it in June of 2031 by giving up the ghost and laying still in a box 6 feet under the daisies, and whoever is next in line in my family, the youngest male cousin without being out past the male linage through marriages by more than 3 jumps. We all have lots of cousins when U get into 2nds and 3rds and 4ths, and once and twice removed. It could B some top Disney Channel star kids 3rd born boy, who knows, I am not God, I know who is, but no one is ever gonna believe it. I will never B totally sure what brings on these awful miserable demonic sieges from WOMO or MILITUFORCE OTAMMSCUM WORLD OWNER TRASH, and I really do not care all that much. My plan is so simple that I do not mind telling it, and I call it TFAE, or Their Fight Against Eventuality. UC lads and lassies, I will go on talking on this world system, blog after blog, and someday, just maybe, some one will B curious enough 2 say, OK, I will put this weirdo 2 the test. He or she will know my worthless unobtainable commodity, and then they not being me, can get all I want of it 4 me from that day forward. B4 they do, they can short the stock market and bet 4 the Phillies 2 win every single game forever, and 4 the Flyers 2 lose every single game forever until both the Dow and the Flyers have a huge “4 SALE” sign over their doors, meanwhile, the person helping me Mister Swan, will become a billionaire and this curse on my family will B broken after 2 fucking thousand fucking years. I just keep blogging, keep telling, keep waiting. I have eventuality on my side, while they have this lovely monster staring and glaring at them with a ferocious and menacing eye piercing stare down of doom. This all could have been averted, if this GAME had never started, but good old fucking Stacey and her endless sweet 16 games, the gods help all of us 4 fucking crissake. Even Donna said that no man is an island, but in the same breath literally, admitted, “it’s just a matter of time”, I can wait and type, wait and type, while U will wait and wonder and worry and sweat. Well, get a good fucking air conditioner, lots of ice cubes, some cold beverages, and some nice wet wash cloths, and sit there partying and pretending that all your PC shit game and all of this attempt 2 get me locked up 4 20 years or so, blew right the fuck up in your miserable faces, jerk fucking offs. I have not even BEGUN 2 do a John Paul Zeranniss FUCING JONES.

GOOGLE AND SWIS AND KSWL, I could talk all night long, but wish 2 eat and enjoy some TV, and then crash so I can get up and begin moving into the 9th dimension, that is if Juvenile Delinquent Paula Kong does not break out of the Egg Harbor Detention Center, flatten my tire, put a contract on my life, have me crap kicked by Atlantic City political machinery on a ‘75-berach, get me raped and assaulted by a giant 7 foot queen in a hospital elevator, put some hex craft curse on my mom that the greatest surgeons in 2 states never 2 this day could ever properly diagnose nor properly treat, and play operator connecting me 2 her astral friends and even the All Mighty herself. This last revelation is beyond any potato chip coincidence Abby Carmichael and U damn well know it. I know there R only so many Smith and Jones and Maple Streets, but this is beyond absurdity, who the Donna Scummerstar do all U Brigger shitbags stink your fooling anyway, even I do not look as dumb as your ugly daughters???? This is all copyright Michael Wayne Mountainpen, and as I type, they know a powerful blog is gonna post online now, as I am taking a nasty roof shaking chopper attack by Briggbase Millionth-Council dirt bag Milituforcers, at 7:53 PM.

I am telling a true story. My name is not Sarah Jacobson nor Stacey Krassle. This is all real/e, this all has happened 23 me and is still my current living nightmare as I speak and type right this second. When this posts, MAGNESONIC, DESTROY THESE WICKED SCUM BAG ENEMIES, or U will B obliterated 4 being a SHELFISH, as my great Queen would say!!!!! END TRANSMISSION.

No Sane Mind Can Hold My Pandora

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I officially resign my commission forever and always, of BOY-SCOUT. Now, since death siege cubed is upon me from fucking diseased WOMO slime, today Tuesday, no more mister nice fucking guy from me bwaby-wuv TTWIG arrangement RO. Lightning learns fast from the toy company, right Made in Hell movie maker TIME in black worm hole space based on our side of the event horizon, but I do not care, she is my lightning, and even humanly she can do no wrong, just as Stacy cannot, no matter what game she is getting off playing with her endless “That-Boy” from Trinitrail David Star, late in 1969, Count AP. U wanna play, fine, give me a shot in the ass will U, cool, my fucking turn now ya’ diseased and twisted puss yummy swallowers!!!! I know that U all enjoy puke with your pizza, but this must explain YI get so many punches 2 the stomach, hay you’re all hungry, and need like all stupid nasty dirty animals, 2B fed, but I am not planning on coming 2 your party or playing your slime sucking games, not now, and not ever. The more all of this continues 2 go on, I am not as dumb as your mothers all look, by the way. It just is making Callio, Martino, Trump, and Scummer, not 2 mention prisoner taker McGuire, all look just that much guiltier and deep into this huge died sick demented and satanic plot. I know, Detective Allens, SIR, that UR now a multimillionaire, and all the future Detective Allen’s and Ron Wirtz’z have been and will go on being endlessly compensated ruminatively and very generously so, and as the song goes as my home went up in flames, Doctor Margret Diva of the Institute, where I labored and cleaned while the minds of Sulk and Green, and Coryell carried on with their great medical research, and the weird theories I learned from my hour off in the downstairs massive great library, but yes as the song written by Mountainpen in the ‘99 year goes, “U used me up and threw me away, my maggots get sick when U ask me 2 stay, so take all we had and take the kids 2, just get out of here or I’ll puke!!!!!!! But McGuire and Paula Crookface Uwich of Glendora, NJUSDAESMWG, R all deeply interconnected herein. Paula said Sarah is a prisoner, and I believed literally that McGuire had her in a dungeon, like a silly school boy with comic book mentality. This is a real/e fucking world Tom/Tommy, right? No illusions, no delusions, and no deceptions, pweeeeeze!!!!! B4I go on with some major counter striking blogging 4 today’s death hell siege that diseased WOMO or from now on DWOMO, this is what happened 2 pathetic Mountainpen starting last night around 11 or so of the clock, and I knew I was dead fucking meat when the VCR clock fucking nailed my ass at one eleven Ante’ Meridian, that was that. Ant time I get screwed by dirt ball Fonda Slaps, I can press any number on the keypad, and it still will equal out Einstein, 2 a simple answer, UR FUCKING DEAD MEAT MOUNTAINFUCKINGPEN!!!!!!!!! If UR an Incredible-Hulk fan, make that, “You’re Dead Callahan”. Callahan, Callio, Martino, McGuire, does it matter? Summer and Trump and now the mighty SSJKK herself humanly, they all hate me and want 2 destroy me, and maybe I do not blame them, it just is that I do not CYI should B forced 2 take responsibility 4 awful shit that my miserable fucking dirty rotten stinking Godless twisted relatives have done, I never did anything 2 anyone, unless pushed so far against the wall, that no one alive could look me in the eye legitimately and say that they could have reacted in a saintlier manner given the same circumstances. U dare say this 2 me, I do not care if UR the sweet old fucking Pope himself, I will calmly look U squarely in the eyes and call U a filthy rotten liar right 2 your face, I don’t give a fiddlers fuck if U stand 8 feet tall and R 400 pounds of 99% not Broadcast Music Incorporated, muscle. I am not afraid of any of U, U can’t fucking kill me, I am not killable, screw all of U. Drop an atomic fucking bomb right on my head, go ahead, it is not gonna do one thing 2 change my infinite fucking ass hell, BRAWNY, BRA GREEN!!!!!!! Stacey, how can U let this all B happening 2 me, tell me how, I wanted 2 exact revenge 4 what my shit-ass family did 2 yours and U got mad in the ‘dream’ and picked me up and slammed me down so hard, I couldn’t breathe or speak. Forget this, we can always do a James Gardener and get back to this and the physical pain inflicted, oh well, Sarah-Stacey, maybe UR mad that LAW & ORDER is my favorite television show and they have killed off a total of 3 SARAH’s so far that I know about, but seriously, I keep forgetting that U will always B what U really R, an endless just-16 year old entity, no matter how many time worlds that U may choose 2 participate in, no different than me as Ricky at 23 or as your That-Boy Zeranniss-Yancy at 22. This is a dream here, purely an illusion, and I KNOW this no matter how many people hate that I do and hate hearing me say and blog this, TOUGH WISKERS KITTY CAT. Getting back on last night and the siege that went on since right through present minper, I was seriously poisoned last night and all day today, major wicked CHEM TRAIL POISONING, maybe MC will light up my car next, I don’t know, I still think the whole thing going on since early oh-eight with her newest gimmick and game with her endless That-Boy, me, is a huge diversion from the stuff that happened from the sixties through the nineties, with the true great spirit that all of us, not just me, R all dealing with, SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE. U think lads and lassies, that U know the entire story, do U really, what if I told U that U need 2 look up a famous quotation from the great singer from yesteryear by the name of Al Jolson? Sarah is in prison and not by Robert McGuire, she was imprisoned literally just about at the time that Paula the crooked psychic told me this, as well as in a symbolic way that Hers Potato Chips of Egg Harbor City, New Jersey, USAESMWG could have told me about but chose not 2, for the past several months. Mrs. BBBBBBBassler Krassle could have enlightened me much more than she did, but go freaking off on my pain and agony. I will not say that she ignored me, she was nice and took time out of her busy afternoon soap-TV schedule 2 discuss these matters with me. She could have simply said, “FUCK U, NUT CASE“, leaving me hearing a click and a dial tone, but she was nice and I will give her that. My keyboard is not broken and there is no hack, and the B is not stuck 2 night, but I have come 2B quite pissed off at this never ending fucking siege, and when I find out who is doing it someday, and I will, U can bet the blood of all your kids that I will, U will B taken 2 a court or World Tribunal at THE HAGUE, and I will sue all of U4 every penny that is in your name on any shore on this planet. No one has the right to wreck a persons entire fucklng life, NO ONE, not even GOD HERSELF, and I do not think she is doing this, but she is in some way a part of this gargantuan thing, and it is starting 2 weeely piss me off Elmer Fudd!!! All my stinking life, some astral plane force has given me these interactions, using your accepted forward-mortal way of seeing this and speaking this. Planes, loud Motor Cycles, a sky filled up to the brim with poison chem trails, and much more I have been sick all day, with a sore throat and a runny nose, feeling like total fucking shit. If U keep pissing the judge off, whoever UR that thinks this is so funny, he will lock your ass up 4 a long time. Some one threw a bag of confetti on the lawn near our house as of 090108, pieces made of beautiful colors, lavender and purple. Real funny, I get the message. Look, she is doing this 2 me, I am not an obsessed fan, this is happening 2 ME. Look diseased RIAA, I did not answer an ad in the post in the ‘79 year that Ernie Merker placed just so I could have 2 magic demos happen and get the original Hair project that Donna Gaines did in the ‘68 year, this happened 2 ME, ASS HOLES, I did not go looking for any of this UR doing this 2 me, DIRT BAGS!! I did not ask 2 get born here and take over a vicious unspeakable fucking family curse that stretches from Jerusalem to Egg Harbor City and spans 13,000 years, I am sick of this fucking demented thing. The Phillies must B losing and losing and losing and the stock market must B flying and flying and flying, I am getting fucking cremated, reamed, pummeled and pants-on fucked times the speed of light to the 8th power, this is beyond unconscionable. Where were U today when I needed U, DEEDEE???? Yesterday, a flock of my huge birds were circling the new-house, don’t get excited Jeremiah Burke Collins Devlin Summer Rohr. Would U please take the microphone and the floor now 4 just a second gorgeous Abigail Carmichael of L&O, and mention 2 my Blogaud that your “tolerance 4 coincidence is just not that high”, please, thank-U. This is a cold cruel evil world that should have been burned up and totally destroyed long ago. First, Neptune-Jupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious wanted to do this a while back, bit his daughter Sarah-Stacey, his oldest and fairest daughter, the Astral Plane term for eldest daughter is a SCYLLA. She wants this 2 go on and mimic her great city, as Atlantic City in a very miniscule and miniature way indeed does, with Tennessee Avenue and her so called sixties-shop. What I will say now will definitely offend many, ask me if I give a screw, turn the blog channel, or (blannel) if old poor-me-Ricky-Richard-Franklin may B permitted 2 invent another new word on this blog. If U lost a wife or husband or child recently, a parent, a best friend, a loving pet, I know what UR going through. It is horrible and I am so very sorry. But in the year 1970, I lost the great Sarah-Stacey JKK, my life was more than just (Photeous and John’s Parking Lot over), Agnes N., it was a dissention into infinite hell. 2 lose the All Mighty, or separation from this great ultimate entity, is an unfacable torment and a tortured hell that is beyond inconceivable and forever humanly unfathomable. All the college adjectives in the dictionary can B inserted, it says nothing. My pain is not understandable 2 the human race. What I lost on Tennessee Avenue is not only a real and true story, it is my entrance into everlasting darkness and hell. Did I choose 2 leave her some may want 2 know? I never chose 2 leave my great ultra beyond words teen-queen. Still it happened. Did U ever, talk about fucking trying 2 relate, ever, do or say or not do or say a particular thing one day, and go home and sit down and B4 blaring your 3 billion watt stereo into your half deafened ears, sit back on your couch and ponder 4 just a minute or 2 or 3, and say 2 yourself, Y? Y did I or Y didn’t I do or say such and such a thing? Don’t lie ya’ bastard, tell me this never happened 2U and laugh in my face, and I will spit in yours, that is a promise. Look, I cannot tell U what happened but it happened, and was connected with the astral/dream/spiritual realms, as it all fit into a time program, a schedule, a line of events in the mortal world illusion. There she is the last year of my ever seeing her face 2 face in the summer of 1969 on Tennessee Avenue. She says a total of 11 words over a four year period, 3 of those years being while my mom and I stayed at the hotel down the street from her shop on her street from 1965 through 1968, in late June and mid-August of each of these seasons for a total of 8 times. Now may we look at some fascinating symbols and numbers? 8 stays, and the name of the place TRINIDAD, as my name MARK MOHR, has the same numerological Gawnum, or Private Cosmicallycoded Number of 8-7-1, (PCN). Now the name of this place 4 the past 3 years or so, is the SUPER-8. Eight stays, 8 is the new current name of the same structure on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic city, NJUSAESMWG, They went on 2 buy this place first 2 erase a major history-marker (HM) like the 1969 pollution commercial on the beach with the littering pigs and me in the background screaming, “Ziggie, Ziggie-hello”. The pigs said B4I screamed this out, never paid 4 being on this commercial by the way they just used my voice, but they had a radio with them while they were littering junkl all over the beach, and trhe announcer was giving outr a weather report saying that it would “B HOT, IN THE NINETIES”. Yeah, so will LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS, and an Egg Harbor school 4 Juvenile Delinquents. All my life since 1970 right up through the early years of this new current century, I would have this repeat dream of driving into Egg Harbor City, and trying 2 find a school. There R no schools in Egg Harbor City past the elementary grammar school levels, no high school anywhere, but there is this ‘other’ school. Y would I have repeat dreams 4 more than 30 years starting in the spring of 1970, Y? Then U examine my getting the crap kicked out of me in 1975 on the beach the same day my mom is in LINY with those lovely wonderful relatives of mine. Then I eventually after enough of her games, REMEMBER, the ‘day of the dolphin‘, jaw face King George Sarah Callio-OTT. Maybe these symbols should stand 4 “Other Outer-world Travelers”, U all ready know that Star Trek producers know me as the TTONJ. Someone is indeed Manipulating and Controlling time or what we perceive this time dimension 2B. Yeah, well how can I argue with Mike and Rick and any of the All Mighty Roddenberry staff, I come from a place called New Jersey, and I sang everyone a little story about all of my glory and how
I got the Leviathan Cult/Lamist Briggbase residents all Dark Shadows excited, right Paul Stoddard? Right Mister Blair? Yeah, “You’re all alone now Skylar/Scylla Rumson”, my astral body departith and I leave behind one loud bang of a story, do I not, kind sir, CCPO???????????

Forget the Vera Miles story near Edmund Scientific Company in the inverse present year of 1980, told in the first of my 5 blogging books/texts. Forget that everything that happens 2 me is usually connected up with this great Scylla Goddess, the great I AM, or I’M contractually, and that is in white space of the event horizon at any worm hole, forget my going into a deep trace at work and getting the true full lyrics to the Lois Foca song, forget the part that she says one day it will B2 late, and the rest is a bit depressing 4 me on a night and day this ugly and awful, but if U cannot C Blogaud that my woes and miseries go beyond yours no matter if U lost 1000 loved ones, well, that is OK, U do not have 2C it my way, nor need IC it your way, I will just take one from the RR-Gipper and also old Blue Eyes public urinator and do it my-way.

Want me 2 give U a biggie tonight, as I’m fucking pissed off enough Mayor Nutter, 2 give U’all a real bute? I do not care if it is an analogue moving second hand on your watch, or a tape counter on a DVD machine, but if U look SUDDENLY at it, there will B times when it seems that it had been stopped, and that the one second lasted much longer than it should have. Were U really there in that one second? Were U part of some huge Briggbase ‘THING’ for some period that was more that just that one second, and then suddenly, they saw that U were looking at a reference 2 time that U would identify as wrong somehow if they did not let go of the grip that they had U in, so boom, U got released. Now, this has not happened in a long time. A major hack just happened not involving a window box from typing 2 fast and getting some combo of keys bringing up something I do not know how 2 work, but a real fucking hack. These scum just got a funny bone hit. They sometimes get so screwed up when U get onto the fact that we all R getting “ABDUCTED” 4 lack of a better way of describing this currently, and this is Y the thing seems 2 freeze 4 one or even tow full seconds. I know lots more about this phenomenon and so does the cuckooing evil Manipulation Controlling Millionth Council of Queen MC. Hay, if I wanted 2 really blow your minds, I would tell the details of a story that up until now I have shunned totally the idea of daring 2 tell about it. I will leave U with the address of the street that my new residence is on, and of course the confetti colorer all ready knows it, but how old does an American citizen need B, or until recently, 2 retire with full social security bennies? YOUR FRIENDS ARE IN THE SHOP~~~~~~,I’M DARKER THAN YOU ARE~~~~~. Things do not confine themselves 2 one life time, they never did, and any religious teaching that preaches against this and says the bible agrees with them, let me not call them a liar, just misinformed, misinterpreted, and totally missing it. These same people tell U that U do not have an astral body and if U do U cannot control it, and I know that this is fucking bull shit, and that the secret of the FASCITAR, as explained over and over on my blogs, tells U exactly how 2 prove all the claims made here in these blogs as well as on my own website of http://www.morianity-foundation.com/. Here we go with the alternating precision clockwork HACK JACK STACEY-L ATTACK, with the absence of the blue underscoring of the hypertext transfer protocol address given above. Jeb Hawks, the fictional character Leviathan Cult Leader from the greatest television soap series ever, Dark Shadows, running from 1966 through 1071, could go from age 2-22 in a short time, just TV, right? Well, if I was not scared 2 death of what Queen M would do 2 me, I would put up a streaming A/V shortly on a new updated Morianity foundation website, and show U that Jebez may have been TV junk, but Sarah Jacobson was not TV junk. Anyone that can do anything they want at will, and only one person alive on this Earth can, and I am frightened, I am saying way 2 damn much, but I have her on a cassette tape from 1972 when she came 2 my school as a Rehab-student, another game, when she wasn’t toddling around a room more than 100 miles away, and an oscilloscopic audio test shows a 100% dead on match with her on this tape and her on a tape from a VHS recording off a taped Jay Leno show from a few years or so back, I have 10,000 tapes and unfortunately, my system of order is more like chaos. I have had 2 move many times in my life due 2 sager enemies produced by the Briggbase filth Lamist Cult. I have given up on creating the great 2005 hurricanes, she makes suyre they won’t come her way since she has a vested interest in the area, I read the papers, I know things, it is all of U that know zippadooceleysquat. If U woke up one day and realized U were unlimited, forget this Bruce All Mighty garbage all though it was a great show and that part with the spoon in the diner had me rolling on the floor, but hay, B serious, if U were inside your own dream and came one day 2 totally B aware of this, as SSJKK, indeed HAS, Y not play games, Y not torment her Yancy if she feels like it? When I am not physically interacting here, she is not this way with me most of the time. U have no clue what Scylla is like, only your silly worldly legends of sea monsters and mermaids. All a bunch of shit. She is beyond luscious, very tall, powerful with noi limits, a voice so beautiful that humans that have heard it have willingly died 2B where she is in her great city known by only a very few as SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, but Googling this up will give mention to this non tangible locale by me as well as others, mostly from the great Eckankar, religion of the sound and light, http://weww.eckankarofnj.org/ and I have many technicians looking into this mysterious computer phenomenon of one day on and one day off with this highlighting linking problem on this word-works-document program in my computer. Soon, as Chemtrails did, the buzz will grow, and it will B all over the net. Chemtrails may have poisoned me today and last night, but only I know their true origin, reason, motive, and those behind them personally, and this claim that I make is under full penalty of committing legal perjury!!!! These words R a voluntary sworn grand jury testimony, it is a legal and binding document, for the World Tribunal at THE HAGUE, as soon as I pop them off a letter later this week, I have fucking had it up 2 fucking here, there, and as Donna puts it so perfectly, “from here 2 outer space”. To add Queen-M 2 the mix with or without her beautiful friend the Bay, at the speed of light, squared, mass will equal energy”, great work my queen, keep trucking along, U can play your game another 13KY with me, but nothing will change on my end from your THAT-BOY, as IWALU-990990990990990990990990990990990990.

Google and Satellite World Interconnect System and World Labs, this is all truth and nothing but, and entirely so, and this is sworn B4 my nation and world, and my Goddess, the All Mighty SSJKK, GOD by mortal reasoning. This is all the INT_PROP of 1 Michael Wayne Mountainpen, and is thus Copyrighted in this name in the ADEG calendar year of MMVIII, RBD (Roman Briggbase Documentation). E N D--------T R A N S M I S S I O N:

Backwards and Forwards

‘BACKWARDS AND FORWARDS’
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I learn the hard way many times and am my own worst enemy, if that is conceivable 2 anyone that has read some of these texts and takes them at all seriously. I talk about the book by Napoleon Hill, “Think and Grow Rich, and if a report on a college essay was reduced 2 one sentience on this fabulous work, it would B a quote out of it, plajorized or not, “Copy-Success”, and I could add reverse failure. I talked about being in a store and watching a child acting up and thinking how one can learn from every experience, even reversing the act of improper behavior. I know this is on prior blogging texts, and is a thought in the minds of most successful people on this planet. This is not some copyrightable system or idea, and I sure as Loretta’s Lord did not invent the concept. Yet how I can know one thing and so often do another only begins 2 open a door that time refuses me tonight 2 explore in depth with any potential current or future Blogaud. Last week was my over zealous mister Boy Scout, and there R plenty more times that Mountainpen is and always was and seemingly will B, Mountainpen’s worst enemy, worse by far than anything the Lamistic Briggbase cult could ever potentially throw against me. I am dying 2 say so much more, trick tock goes a clock that absolutely will not permit this right now. I must eat and crash off this mortal existence 4 a few, and then keep up the new life I inherited from the great all mighty Christopher Bennett. Let me go here as this is beyond major. Judge Rasso and the home I am about 2 share with Ann and Dawn is a major scene man, if this was the sixties, I would not even begin 2 argue the possibility that someone slipped some major dosage of Mary Jane into my limeade BRO. Shit like this just does not happen 2 ‘people on Earth’, or does it? I cannot hope 2 tell things at the pace of my life, it is faster literally than photons travel in a basic vacuum without any external forces acting 2 slow them down, such as Callio juice better known 2 mortals as water, or other EMF related things, fields, etcetera. I am not trying 2B cute, this is real, and no hoax and no joke. I told y’all how I used 2 keep a ‘vehicle’ situation log, and it was not humanly possible during major HELLOGRAMS 2 keep up with the story, safely drive, and B accurate and fully describe the entire sitch going on around me, mizz beach-towel. I can say with full candor, that if Pope Paul at the time, or the present Pope Benedict XVI was with me, and could stomach the profanity, the entire Vatican and Catholic faith would B on its head and mad by this date, Y would I lie? Now the problem is that mankind insists on complicating things that just have no basis for being made complicated. O figure, but this is true, and no science mind, or religious faith can deal with this absolute and simple truth/reality. Just because I have endless existence, maybe U do and maybe U do not, who am I 2 tell U? There is no up or down in void space and many a person drowned in the seas swimming down trying 2 reach the surface. Illusion is everywhere, EVERYWHERE, and it is powerful. Just as in the great movie, “Conspiracy Theory” with the un-shot JR, if U could prove that someone is screwing with U, it wouldn’t B a fantastic conspiracy. Y would anyone screw with anyone? I cannot give U this answer, but IU can remind all of U about my time on the beach with the kids, some friends made 4 the day and others not so nice, that were wrecking all the things that we were building. I do not know Y people get off being jerk offs, I only know that they do. Without even going there, take my miserable evil family 4 example. Moving still forward, maybe, some things appear so bold and in your face, yet what does that prove? NOTHING. Anyone can C that it appears that if U go out in the ocean 2 far, U will fall of the edge of the world. Ed Himacane insists that no one can dream in vivid color. Fine. I do, so sue me. I have a powerful goddess following me lifetime 2 lifetime 4 thousands of years, singing songs 2 me, what is this REALLY all about? Am I daring again 2B last week’s Boy-Scout and put the Dow Jones up another 500 on the week? Does it matter? It will go up and up forever anyway while the poor get poorer and suffer, while the wealthy scum of the planet live off of their agony and grief. I never liked rich people, I doubt my tune is going 2 alter. None of U really dig what is happening. Y the material world grabs U and how gravitons REALLY operate, scientists will remain baffled forever, attempting 2 psychoanalyze this silly stupid dream. Judge Rasso and his home, where do I start? It all just happened out of nowhere, yes out of NOW HERE. 2 or 3 weeks ago, it was not a part of my dream or reality if U insist upon in order 2 better relate, just listen up and laugh all U damn want 2, BRO. It is a large home just beyond Shannon Dougherty’s corner at Wall Mart, where the Fontana car kick was “DREAMED”, 4 those who may remember the older bwogs there Elmer Fwudd. It is an 8 bedroom, 4 bathroom home, with a wacky floor plan. The upstairs is rented by what else, illegal’s of the famous Blueberryville patch, out here in the middle of the Jersey hick Pine Barrens. We R in the downstairs part of this place. It has no hallways, just rooms that go into each other., No UR not getting a Deju-vu effect, keep reading, I haven’t even warmed up yet. I cannot believe this stupid spellchecker does not recognize the French word 4 thinking, “Oh shit-Molly Anne, I know I’ve been through this one B4”. Then I remembered Friday while I was on my work post, and Dawn’s radio plugged into the wall where a new electoral faceplate needs 2B inserted. I told y’all that MC came on 3 times as well as a story about her newest project with the delicious Bay, not Teck Bay, y’all know. Whether any of U dream lottery numbers that come out told 2U by giant black talking cats, and get the top recording artist of the day coming 2U and singing or if the mood changes, slamming me around and reading me the riot act about some commandment I broke and how she rules the EMPIRE, and goddesses all over everywhere in a fully swirling three dimensional plane that Michael Warf Dorn could not run such a program in that Holo Deck of his if he offered a ton of pig crap 2 the shit gods, hay this IS happening 2 me, and I cannot tell UY or Y not or how I am different from anyone, I can only report what I am experiencing and what is occurring, and tell the freaking truth about it as best as I am able, so help me All Mighty Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle. Now if some deranged lunatic from a super higher reality than any human mind, mine included, can ever start 2 fathom, is getting off by doing this all 2 me, well, then that is what is happening, but it IS freaking happening, and I do not take sike meds nor use illegal drugs, nor ever did. I screwed up on a prior blog, guess U noticed, and said that listening 2 a tape in reverse direction permit’s the ending of the tune 2B heard first, however I said it, I screwed up, so sahwee Pearl the 7th. 12 and 7 R and always will B the All Mighty’s magical and most powerful numbers. Natch, her hurling me off 2 Atlantic City at 5 AM in vivid color right down to not marry my name, but Mary Moore, sahwee again, 1 screw up after another, but her famous show that started, when else, and with the green dress episode that all MTM fans remember and love, WO. Still look terrific, saw U with BP and your dogs in NYC at RC a while back. U were standing on a balcony that is not there in this realm and plane of existence, and your green dress was so bright and green that it made my eyes sting. Sarah was in her orange bikini, and I won’t even go there, 6 foot 7 inches of heaven on Tennessee Avenue. Trinidad without using the word Hotel is compatible with me Gawnumly, by the way, but do not start with me on Gawnums. They tell everything. I can know what numbers 2 play and do anything I want, this is not YI am on Earth, 2 amass a sum of $. I am here 2 spread a freaking message, and y’all can like it or lump it. I have been punched around by Maverick experts, and nothing new is gonna happen with some pain. If I was not bone ass tired, I would say 10,000 more words, U know I am a windbag, Y not, the Native Americans knew about STRONG-WIND, and knew the GREAT SPIRIT was always right here amongst us. Where religions and Christianity get an opposing viewpoint is beyond my limited comprehension. I promise U it is not from the bible, not if U really know how 2 read and interpret her great words. So in closing, just because I dream in major full pamaramic vivid color in quadraphonic surround super hi-fi sound, does not mean that U do. I do not doubt U, so try not 2 doubt me. What would I have 2 gain by saying the Morianity story, telling the nightmare of endless existence, that U all think is a wonderful positive miracle. I am telling U as someone who is timeless, it is a freaking ultimate nightmare. ---------------- END.

boyscouts and warriors do not go together

‘BOYSCOUNTS AND WARRIORS DON’T MIX’
Datfile --- 082308.733
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/WEBCAM/MORPRO-1995
BEGINNINH TRANSMISSION:


Nice honest people finish last. No rule or saying is ever an absolute. This is Earth, not heaven, 2 quote my late mother. But these sayings get known by people and societies because of their overall preponderance 4 correctness. Last week, was ALEE WEEK, their EVIL EMPIRE was full once or twice, there were no REME FULLS, and a couple of splits max. Y did they get their way? Well the biggest reason Gina, and everybody else on this hopefully ever spreading readership, is simple, that is 4 those that stop the stupid absurd habit of persisting in the disbelieving of ICPE, or INTENTIONALLY-CREATED-PARALLEL-EVENT. Last Saturday was a hell that the gods themselves personally delivered 2 me, totally undeservingly, on a level that 99 percent of persons alive on this Earth would have either killed themselves or someone else under that much hell and twisted agony. Do not get me on Mrs. Maxwell Smart here however, I apparently have crossed over through so much hyperspace, that something that I totally remember and know happened, did not seem 2 have happened, and it involves lovely Agent 99 when U add nothing else 2 it one time or zero, but we will get back to that later on in this or a future text. 4B doubt factors in minds that read this print begin 2 surface and then quickly mount up like Everest itself, remember, things R not as UC them, in a complex machinery and large ultra-expensive reality or way in order that would or could B in fact able 2 reach the accomplishment stage. Things happen 2 me that go far beyond what King and Christie, and Spielberg, and Roddenberry, and allofem put together, and more, could ever even conceive of. If some hug story was written by them, and a Mark Mohr was the target, it would not run a quarter of the way through the plot of the book or the movie, B4 some force that would B immediately recognizable as powerful and gargantuan, and just plain part of the wow-crowd, would surface and show up as the culprit and causer behind the poor dudes hells and woes. No fiction writer, yet that I am aware of, has created a work, that depicts a similar to me character, that seemingly is not able 2 ever know what is causing the woes, not 4 sure, not provable enough 2 ever take 2 court with any hope of winning a case. This is because truth is stranger than fiction, and no writer wishes 2 risk his/her reputation on this novel a concept. With me, this is not a concept, it is indeed my nightmare reality. Now most of us can recite by heart the Creed of the Boy Scouts, and these qualities R lovely and admirable, and all of this and then some, BUT, they won’t win U or me or anyone, EVER, a battle, in a ‘real-world’ war. Warriors R not Boy scouts, they cannot B. They have 2B ruthless dirty-fighting, all-costs-winning, as well as highly skilled and experienced fighters. I tie in this short bit of truth into the blogging text today, because last week, I was a real Boy Scout, and admitted with a little 2 much candor and honesty, some things that I did not have 2 really B that open with, and this ‘niceness’ in battle, ALWAYS spells one and only one thing 2 an enemy, ‘WEAKNESS’. I admitted right out, not that I am saying I should have lied and denied anything, as this would then cause me also a large loss in the Morianity Project, the loss of credibility, some politicians know all 2 well that once enough of this magic ingredient is removed from their career, they may as well take up an entirely new occupation and simply begin life all over again. This is Y during these great quadrannual election campaigns held each Olympian leap year in the United States, no matter who says what at the start of a campaign, the largest way 2 overcome an opponent and especially one gaining ground d over another in an increasing spread, is 2 ’dish-dirt’. Nothing ever will work better, as people R evil, not righteous, basically, and if U can honestly get up somewhere tomorrow and tell your listeners that your so-called great and gaining opponent has 3 juveniles locked in a cellar used 4 sex slaves, and U have nothing else 2 offer that really would help the cause of your state or your nation, just this huge dirt on your opponent, then not one politician ever in the ’game’ or political arena, would ever choose 2 ignore this and provable press stopper flash, and merely tell U that he/she has the best plan and way of carrying it out that would totally repair any of our major bleak issues facing today’s American life and culture both now and well into the future, B it health care, energy independence, ending the drug/crime/guns street wars, whatever. This is just simple real truth, nothing more and nothing less, with no hidden meanings behind this. I did not have 2 go out of my way clearing my ‘conscience or soul’ if U will, screaming there R so many things about what is going on around me that simply pout, I am clueless about, UCI just DON’T KNOW!!! That was a mistake that cost me another 300+ points on the fixed crooked Dow Jones stock market system of the capitalist pigs last week, a market moving up week after week after week, without looking back, just as I said AND PREDICTED, up and up and up and up, straight 2 the freaking starry heavens and beyond. I don’t know a lot, but from now on, I am going 2 resign my position of Boy Scout, buy a calendar, and go back 2 merely talking and harping on what things that in fact, in all candor and good conscience I can look all of U straight in the eye and claim, I DO KLNOW WHAT IS UP WITH THIS AND WITH THAT!!!!!! I do know that I had bad feelings and repressed memories of my Long Island dirt bag relatives, that I can tell U. I can tell U and remind U that it is all in prior blogs from close 2 two years ago, time and date stamped by GOOGLE themselves, about my conversation with my coworker Mashell Daniels, when she said that I was entitled 2 my opinion, but she acted like I was crap 4 saying it, but I had remembered the day with the blond bombshell and little cuz Chris and walking these 2 dogs around a block, BRA. I told her that I am very attracted 2 black girls but would B scared 2 take a relationship ever beyond the casual dating level, as the society around us tends 2 make life miserable 4 these type of couples. My mom had told me this 1000 times, but this was not what was really on top of my thoughts. It was what I was repressing from 8 years earlier from an in my face encounter with snooty twisted residents of Long Island, New York. I did not ever remember this during the several talks with Mashell on the subject at lunch break, at the RPL Studios around late 1980, circa of the ‘Lottery Cat Dream‘, and my Vera Miles incident-TTZ, with my “destroyed car” just down Browning road from the Globally famous scientific catalogue and store called “Edmund Scientific”, and the BG’s ripping off my song entitled “LOST LOVE“, it is on my website, ‘Donna one’ or ‘Donna 2‘, go up and listen, at http://www.morianity-foundation.com.music/ and I knew all ready that this alternate blog is programmed 2 not highlight with the blue underscore, it is precision clockwork, and even teck support persons R totally stumped and this is making some local buzz in my area, neeneeneenee, neeneeneenee. Mashell and her friend Jerry Patterson were married to Hollywood producers, divorced actually from them, and these men were of the AA decent, while Jerry and Mashell were caucs. I told them and still feel this way, if society would grow up and realize that every human being ever cut, bleeds red, I would love to marry a jet black beautiful queen. Next 2 purple, jet black is my favorite color. But society is still the same as always, we seek after the Coliseums and the blood, racing to accidents just to watch the gore and maybe hear the screaming and moaning with no desire 2 help or get involved in any way. Football replaced the gladiators of Rome and gives modern man the illusion of a slightly less barbaric nature that is right there front and center inside all of us, nothing ever really changes, NOTHING. That putrid day on Long Island with that blond beauty telling me how she and her friends as well as the entire families were all in on making this inter racial couple’s lives as miserable as possible, laughing about it, made me so sick that I was still nauseous at dinner time ant Heinz’s table, and remember 2 this day how Aunt Ruth said 2 me,” Would U like some ice cream”, and I politely said no thank U. I had not finished my dinner totally and in those days that was quite taboo just as IRC were, and that 3rd Riche prick bellowed from across the table, “He isn’t getting any ice cream whether he wants it or not”. I was 2 sick from hearing things that this blond had told me were going on at this block to the Carey’s. There is no way any of this is a coincidence, all though I will not lie and tell U that I ever heard this name mentioned, and the great diva of today would have been a child of 2 and a half at this time, but this is definitely YI said what I said, repressing this memory of standing on that LINY street with a dog leash in my hand and a blond beauty with a soul inside blacker than midnight, to Mashell Daniels, at the Recorded Publications Laboratory, in Camden, NJUSAESMWG, where I came 2B employed at the end of the decade. It is so amusing in a monstrously horrendous way, Y my queen wanted me 2 ever deal consciously with a repressed memory that would at least IMHO have been much better off left repressed 4 the remainder of my natural Mountainpen ADD (life). I did not have 2 bad a time at work, they knew they got their way all week, 300+ points up on their fixed evil DJIA, and two thirds of it yesterday, Phillies from being 2 and a half games out and ahead in first place a few weeks back 4B this horrific AU-August (Power-Month) dearth hell-siege, 2 being now 2 and a half GB behind the leading first place New York Mets, Still, I will say this: If my Phillies have 2 trail, then let it B the Mets, the favorite team of my beautiful special SSJKK in her newest life, QUEEN-MC. I hope they win the World Series, as what happens 2 me does not matter my queen, only your happiness is what counts, and serving U4 ever as best as I can, this is my goal and ambition, not 1 other solitary thing, O GREAT ONE, JJSKK. Also if U own stock in any of the 30 industrial companies that make up the Dow Jones, than my sincere hope no matter how it will destroy me, and U know my heart is genuine, U know these things, but if this B the case, I hope and pray that it goes up 1000 points a week 4 the next 10 years, just 2 make my great Queen happy, as this is all that ever matters 2 me. I have calmed down since I woke up and started this blog, I was so close 2 looking up my cousins and taking along a huge turkey carving knife under my jacket, and the rest U can all imagine. MC says that her commandments R2B always obeyed, NEVER KILL, only the established by HER ruling governments, once called simply the “KING’S”, have authority given them by HER, SSJKK, to execute a murderer or a law breaker of her Great Commandments and Holy Words. I forever obey my TEEN-QUEEN.

Humanly, Steve Murray, or Myrathus-Psyche, the Mountain God of a neighboring Province, yet distantly related 2 the Arteemis family of the Astral Plane, told me one early morning while we were working together in Florence Township, NJUSAESMWG, that the number of my last name was 211. He was not referring to my SIR/NAME or last name, he meant my CSN from my last existence, and he knows that I lived here twice B4 now and after I died on my bed in my Philadelphia home in 1790 as BF. He said that I am always a tyrant in all my interactive experiencing unless I am female. Whenever male, I am always a tyrant, such as Alexander, always a conqueror. He said my Magnesonic was a hi-tech equivalent and that I am the same as I always am when I dream down off of the astral world, unless I come in here dreaming as female. I then told him that if he is such a God as he claims 2B, he must know I was Franklin. This is where he really blew me away. He said as Zeranniss Jones’s ADD, U were BF. As Rictafarius’s ADD, U were Nostradamus’s Hister, and U fell in love with Sarah Karge when he parents took her over 2 Germany in the early 19th century 4 a visit. David and Gretchen Karge if memory serves, bought tickets on the Titanic, and Stacey who is the energy of the great mighty Atlantic Ocean, did not want Sarah 2 return, and they had a secret engagement that no one in history ever found out about. As Hister in Transdimensional circles, Adolf Hitler in most areas of the hyperspace, I learned that her parents did not want the marriage 2 take place and this was being kept from her. I told her, and she told them she refused 2 return on the ship. She then told me that they will never make it back 2 New York, and 2 just trust her. I have no memories of this, only what Myrathus the god of the Mountains told me in human from a bout half a decade ago in our STC. Later on B4 we were 2B wed, she told me that she was the Atlantic Ocean, that she could become a real human type person and learned how 2 go beyond mermaid status so 2 speak, and walked me 2 the foot of the sea and then proceeded 2 merge with the mighty Atlantic, just as UC when visiting the home page of the foundation, as I so instructed the artist 2 depict this, B4I basically started World War II. This painting survived and now is the technically graphed backdrop on the website, go to http://www.morianity-foundation.com/ and voile the underscore worked this time, unfathomable, but then, is not the entire story of Morianity beyond bizarre and any description? Zeranniss Jones and Rictafarius R2 Astral entities that slip out and fall down into mortal dreams that U all perceive as physical real tangible life, all an illusion, and both these entities R experiencing the precise same dream, and this dream is ME, MOUNTAINPEN. It is 2 much 2 worry about Y things happen, as in higher realms there simply put R little and even no Y’s. They happen. We exist, 4 example. Man insists on making that complex because his mind exists in 2 many dimensions 4 it 2 think and operate in any other modality. MC knows about Karge and her parents and the ship, these things R not coincidences, and I have talked over power-drain phones with my late pal David Roth as early as the nineties about many of these details. Radio Shack store honchos will tell U if pressed 2 the wall, that they used 2 sell a small square box in the early eighties that connected up 2 a recorder so U can record from the telephone. If the tape runs when the receiver of your telephone is on-hook, U have a power drain, maybe an extension phone is not properly hung up. But if they all R hung up and it runs, ASOME ONE IS ON YOUR P.K.TODD LINE, and this was ongoing with me throughout my entire adult life. I honestly think that people in the BRIGGBASE R multi-factional. Some want certain things 2 occur with me as hyperspace begins closing the potentials and the me-connect-event or the (MCE). This formula of HCP and MCE is bigger than any known Quantum Physics 1000 stage blackboard drawn symbols and numbers drawing ever 2 date made up. I do know what I know, and these things I do know. The scariest freaking part of all of it in a human stand point and perspective, is that when U start at the end and work backwards, an old detective and PI trick, like Lenny’s phone book drop, but wow, yo, it works. Start at any blog I ever do, and then read the blog orders posted in reverse. If U cannot C that something is going on that proves that first, it is being controlled by something far bigger and stronger and smarter than me, and that it has some agenda that is off the wall in human reasoning, than U need a definite brain boost, perhaps even a full transplant, trade up from your VW brain to a Caddy brain, and then try this whittle experiment again, that is all I ask, if that is U really do want 2 experience the mind freaking blow of your life.

U know it is a funny thing. I know that the 990 song happened and was real, yet is seems 2 have no mention of it on any biographies of Queen M. Maybe I need 2 get my shoebox and take the Wildwood Press out and climb into my car and try 2C what is going on, I mean, I know I’ve gotten retraced to the fences and back, but this is ridiculous, songs disappearing. This was sung in the same way that U sung the one I gave U the 2 lyric lines and notes for them gp, your real true style, not that U have limits, that is the thing or special quality about U MC, UR as limitless as the stars and the endless dimensions beyond all of them.

I know U believe in forgiveness and have forgiven my outbursts many times. I do not think however that I am able 2 ever forgive my twisted family. They did not just pick on somebody, they picked on MY QUEEN, and that will not B tolerated, not while life is within these frail old limbs, my beautiful love Scylla. 990/IWALU.



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THE GREATEST STORY EVER TOLD, MY FAMILY

‘THE GREATEST STORY EVER REALLY TOLD, MY FAMILY’
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/WEBCAM/MORPRO-1995
DATFILE: 082208.752--------BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:


Thank the gods that in truer reality, there really is no points of origin nor termination nor meaningful connections 2 any of it, as it makes life in mortal world circles with the STC (space-time-continuum) illusion, quite agonizing 4 some. Agatha Christie at her best, as well as the great author of Jaws, never can do more than half or maybe two thirds of a super mind bending story, after all it is fictional work, how can this ever compare 2 the true menus that solidify into endless instants in hyperspace? 99% of readers now or ever of these words, may presently think U get it, and R so clueless to the facts behind the Circuit-Entities that exist above hyperspace in all its grandeur, called the 6th dimension.

Last night around midnight on the East coast of America or there about, I fell into a very wild and weird sleep that was unpleasant 2 say the least, and this is the front end. If U really think I am going 2 do a story in depth of my sick cursed family, you R all nuts in the head far more than me, but we will B touching on things that I must up front warn with Caveat Emptor power, will B more unpleasant than most adults can stomach, and if UR underage, please stay the truck out of this blog, this is serious and I cannot overemphasize it enough.

The ‘dream’ began with a bombing mission from my airship, the Richtown-Force-1, and natch I was with my Diana, who U mortal worlders refer 2 here in your present lifetimes as LIGHTNING. After I leveled the BRIGGBASE, I went 2 the MW and wrecked many an enemy, but remember that hyperspace is huger than your mind would grasp if it equaled a million AE’s, or my late dad’s park pal, and even though interdimensional bombs can re-explode countless times virtually, and into countless atomic realities virtually, it still always will B a mere drop of water in the bucket called the Pacific Ocean, as compared 2 all of hyperspace, and this is a major under exaggerated reference. So the odds that I will by your way of seeing it, wake up, where the mission took place in one of the exact universes or near enough 2 have caused any recognizable retaliation, is like winning the state Power-Ball-Lottery every night or week 4 the rest of your life, roughly these same odds. Still, in true atomic completeness, I am getting the revenge I need against this total fifth dimensional onion skin forever wrapped, WOMO, or World Owners of the Military-UFO-Force, and the Organized Trash Against Michael Mountainpen, World-Owner-Milituforce-Otammites, (WOMO). So aniwho the bombing mission ends and I take my lovely baby blond, (Diana Zudlocrenessia Arteemis) back onto the Astral Plane, in my deep meditation, and head for one of her countless cabins that she and her millions of girlfriends many of whom also R lightning Goddesses from far off locales, have built through literally endless astral eons of interaction. She made passionate love to me as Rictafarius, and then as I was holding her and telling her that I could endlessly just stare at her beyond exquisite long-lined Olympian eyes that all Olympians from O. Proper have, not the entire Province Olympia, but Diana’s eyes R the most beautiful of them all, despite Earthly myths of her cousins two known ones by the Mortal World, being Venus and Aphrodite. Still she giggles and tells me she knows how beautiful she is and that I am always her Ricky, forever and always. Go 2 the site, http://www.morianity-foundation.com.ricktown/ and sure enough, the alternate blog day kicks in and the blue underscore works, wow, isn’t this so much fun, playing with this pathetic little crapcake? My family R a bunch of mentally diseased, snooty, judgmental, over-sexed, pathetic, twisted demigods that this single song has ever had 2B a part of interacting with. The Gottwald visit in 1975 revisited, could N a book containing more data than Tolstoy’s famous, “THE WINDS OF WAR”. I am not clowning here, I am being straight with my internet audience, and I know that I have some despite some power structures paid off 2 tell me that I am wasting my time, I know what I know, McCoy, and if that gets your Irish dander up, then so freaking B it buddy boy!!!!!!!! What I do not know, I’ll B first in line with a damn bullhorn screaming, “Look world, I do not know, help me Billy Swan”. Time fails me tonight, only a short while exists 4 this blog’s production and publication onto whatever Blog sites that I choose 2 post up 2. The Gottwald visit, do U have a decade? I don’t even if U do. I was barking up as U all know, a major wrong tree from 1995 through 2008, thinking that Sarah had vanished from Earth and or changed her identity, or whatever, possibly she was Sarah Callio. This has all been dispelled and totally proven NOT 2B the case!!!!!!! But my long winded big mouth jaws can also do Ron Wirtz’ legwork, not limited 2 the great All Mighty County in New Jersey by the name of ATLANTIC, an Astral Plane term and word that translates 2 KRASSLE. Saying either one astrally is no different than saying the other, here on the MW, a different drum is beating. My diseased family is no different in one respect than any other family on this green-brown Earth of Scylla’s. Things fit and tie and go together. They do this because in really all is oneness, and separation is only a process that (consciously awake mind) goes out of its way for 40-100 years 2 produce 4 us. It is pure illusion in the higher and truer realities. I was old enough to do a Nancy Reagan, 4 those old enough 2 know what that is, and JUST SAY NO, after I was out of my teens, no more visiting my crummy and rotten miserable twisted relatives, I hate their trucking guts, they hate mine, and it is pointless 2 go visiting because some mortal says it is a holiday and relatives need 2 assemble when they despise each other. The last visit up to Long Island was not in 75, that was moms last or 2nd last, mine was in 1972 in the mid summertime. We took a bus and then 2 trains, the great all mighty train from Philly 2 New York City, and then the LI train 2 Babylon, to King Banker the cappy and head snoot of the planet. I do not like talking about this period of my life, and no one would ever believe many things that happened, I told churches, I told psychic Research Institutes, and then I gave up on all of them like Doctor Camping did a decade later, with me it took less time Harry old boy. It was the summer of 1972 that was bad, but how bad, at the time, I was disgusted, now I plan 2 maybe end up in jail unless I can calm down over the weekend, that is how bad. I feel strongly that this visit was blogged somewhere B4 on my long winded numerous texts, but could B mistaken. This was when “UNCLE” who no more was my uncles than trucking Santa Sarah Claus Callio, but this 2nd cousin forced me 2 address him as UNCLE, and U do what mister third riche says or else buddy-boy. He went 2 his job I believe it was on a Friday and his wife, my “AUNT” not really, but I never minded calling this sweet librarian from the City Aunt, she was decent folk and Y she married this tyrant I will never know. Love is such a funny whittle thing, ain’t it Elmer? Silly me, or wabbit, I cannot talk, I am a certified lunatic. I am just the (LOIS FOCA Time Traveler) from Star-Trek’s New Jersey‘s 1989, and I better shut the truck up B4 Pillar and Berman Phoparmesh me out into the ninth dimension with the great WIND.

My cousin Don down in AACEE, that is a entirely different story. He and his gay chums on St. James Place, right down from the great Callio White-slavers Shop, and if this is so wrong, Y then did ZIGGY, make HISTORY-MARKER status with the 1969 pollution commercial and warn me to ,”GO HOME, GO HOME”? Y did Scylla do all of this, well she had more than every right 2B mad at this diseased family. First I use sympathetic magic with Maggie, when she was mirror image aged 2 her true self out in her great city of SAHASRA-DAL-KANWAL, and the name of the location chosen 4 burial was 2 close 4 comfort, and then, this was not the first strike from the family. The first strike was when Aunt Ruth took us 4 a drive 2C some friends of the family, punky nasty ass people, who did not like African Americans a whole lot. I was going on 18, and was with my mom and Aunt Ruth and cousin Christopher, and the family had a dog and they asked Christopher and me 2 go out and walk it round the block, I knew this looked like a place I went 2 in a dream a few months back, I KNEW IT. A beautiful 16 year old blond had a large dog and came up 2 me and fell 4 me. She was awesome, girls then did not look like the kids today on the Disney channel, but his killer bombshell teen queen was unfathomable. She was all over me, made me give her a phone number, and the works, she gave me hers, also addresses were exchanged, the whole deal. I tore her crap up after getting back 2 Peninsula Drive at the Gottwald home down past Captain Kangaroo, sort of New York’s version of Philadelphia’s Sally Starr. None of this is happenstance nor coincidence no matter who amongst the galaxies and stars out there may wish 2 believe the contrary; where RU Shirley McClain when I need U? Talk about the 70’s huh, well I wonder Y, could it B2 really jog hidden and forbidden memories? The AACEE lifeguards called me, WHAT, back in the 90’s? Stay the hell out of the water when I’m around. So this beauty queen blond told me how she and friends were harassing an IRC as they now have come 2B called, and were having a blast. These friends were related to me. I was disgusted with this slutty teenager at the time, and went onto forget about it all, just as I did similarly with her and her family on Tennessee Avenue, 2 or 3 years B4 that, and 100 miles or so 2 the south. In last nights experience, I remember my lightning asking me if I remember what happened B4 the time she made passionate love 2 me in one of her countless cabins in her Great Forests just outside Olympia Proper, and the time we went out to a lovely waterfall 3000 feet or so behind the cabin. I said that I did not, and asked her, “Did something happen“? She said,” U cannot deal with forgetting this“, this is a quote from Diana, and then she proceeded 2 tell me how Mariah appeared out in the yard with some of her new world friends from 2008 back in the living land, or Physical Plane, and they were very silent while Queen MC told me this and reminded me of this, and then asked me if I plan 2 retaliate on my family 4 what they did. Then after she asked me this I shouted as loudly as I could, “I will kill all of them 4U” Then she walked over towards me and I thought I was going 2B kissed or something good, but instead she picked me up over her head and gave me an incredible body slam. Then as I lay at her feet attempting 2 catch my breath, she said this 2 me, ”Never kill” I was shaking like a broken kite in the trees after a gale storm, and she went onto say this, “I am part of your family lineage, I am Scylla the Great I AM, and U must never disobey my commandments that I gave 2 your cousin Moses on my Mountain, Mountainpen”. Then I slowly tried 2 get up but was 2 injured, so I just laid there and asked the great Sarah-Stacey Krassle/Scylla/MC, Y? She then said, “Energy was balancing itself, and that is all part of her game. She chooses someone in each generation 2 carry on the family curse of hell itself, but after so many generations, the energy rebalances and someone in this family line will go after her in a new incarnation. This is Y all of this is happening, Donna is only retracing U when U attempt 2 escape through death, but she is not what has made your life so hellish since August 15th of 1986”. I went on 2 ask her what has tripled the curse since my great uncle once removed or whatever, Herbert Huntington, did the atrocity up in Massachusetts? Also, Y did he leave town and move up there to the burbs of Boston? She reminded me that it only tripled after I hit 30 and that the answers all were given 2 me by the Brigger Cult in the 1988 movie with Emit the smoke-aholic called “Made In Heaven”. If I had properly remembered it all by then, things would have changed. She also said that Lenny McKinnon never left the scene, he is not holding up a building somewhere in Northern Jersey, and all of us will B watching U2 make sure that U properly do the Morianity Project. I asked if the Rastafarians fit into all of this somewhere, and she giggled at me and just said, “Everything always fits in, YANCY”. She left me in a flash after saying that more things will happen B4 JOJO time, and giggled again, and was gone. I took by morning shower B4 going off 2 Dawn and Anne’s place. From there, we went 2 Judge Rasso’s home and did some finishing touch up painting. Dawn had the radio on and my great queen entertained me with 2 or 3 of her lovely songs. I also know about your project, and wish U all the best with it, I will always B your number one fan, and only desire 2 do what U want me 2 do. I knew LINY was behind all this, I just knew it. Ohb well, better LINY, than LENNY, if I am permitted just a wee bit of humor after holdinjg back tears all day long. As soon as I got home and B4I began this blog, I cried like a school boy. I am so sorry 4 what my twisted evil family did, my great beautiful QUEEN. So much now makes total sense.

GOOGLE AND SWIS AND WORLD LABS OF THE LATE 23RD CENTURY, this is all copyright Michael Wayne Mountainpen. It is the truth, no additions to it and no omissions from it R herein, just the truth, 2 the very best of my limited knowledge and memories and eternal hell. All that is ever mine, is all yours, great Queen MC, never forget that, I will owe U4 the rest of my natural life. Please know how sorry I am 4 all of it, my SCYLLA, the original ROCK SINGER, and ship sinker, IWALU, 990990990990990990990.

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