mickflorida chapter 017

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
{MY INTERACTIONS WITH THE ‘MILLIONTH-COUNCIL’ HERE IN FLORIDA}
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Chapter Blog # 17---BEGINNING OF THIS TRANSMISSION:


Well, there is a great lightning storm today and I am at the library, thank U DIANA ARTEEMIS 4 coming 2 me the way U have, UR literally flashing and crashing all around me and IO am just about cumming in my pants U have me so excited my blond love doll. The day started out real bad, and then got BETTER, 4 a major change, and now with my baby-blond all around me, I am on TOP OF THE WORLD, with or without Karen Carpenter, or the love is 4 them from 30 years ago tomorrow or the next day, DUH, so who is counting, I am that’s freaking who, as if I can ever forget a major encounter with what U mortals term GOD ALL MIGHTY!!!!!!!!

I love 2 wave at Diana, she always flashes right back at me, and if someone sees it, they get away from me real quickly, and look at me the way Abigail Collins would look at Victoria Winters on the old television soap show of the nineteen-sixties, called none other than “Dark Shadows”. I do not care, I am living in the dark ages and stuck with a plentiful supply of dinosaurs, and there seems just no way exists 4 me 2 force humanity 2 grow up and wake up, those coffee beans just keep right on stinking me old world up at C-SQ. I only wish the world around me would open up their minds a little. First, came the gods, then came the science, somewhere in-between came lots of religions and power structures that R created 4 no other reason other than 2 trade off alleviating people’s fear of ‘death’ by lightning up their wallets and reducing their net worth’s. Then came the new-age where some of the older true wisdoms have returned, and along with it, the major scoffers with a motive, U know, take away their ability 2 remove mankind from his or her $$$$$$, the old ‘KTS’, it never does fail and it will never fail, (Kevin Trudeau Syndrome). People want their beliefs, and that is none of my business, it only bothers me when they attempt 2 forcibly alter mine, as mine R not beliefs at all, I have seen, and I KNOW WHAT I KNOW, Casino Control Commissioners and their hurt feelings, and all, BRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jimmie Carter, was the most under-rated and most unappreciated president that the United States ever had serving them. He is right up there with Abraham Lincoln and General Patton, on my top personal hero list!!!!!!!!! Thanks 2 him, all though I was murdered in June of 1983 in Atco, New Jersey, and not on Grant Avenue, or Academy Road, from numbers 123 through 657, I am able 2 maintain some kind of very outlandish continued existence. The man did confirm 2 me in a parallel universe that indeed, I AM DEAD, and will B obviously forever. The joke of this is that I had made the observation that I was dead; it was a pure omniscience and a full knowing, with no external interactions backing it up in any way or shape or form whatsoever. All of this is on much earlier old blogging texts, dating back into 2006 and 2007, B4 THAT-FAMILY ran the biggest carnie game on me and my life that was ever run, and got Scott free away with it, because of who they all R. Welcome 2 America and welcome 2 the planet Earth, and welcome 2 the 21st century, Senator Fred Thomson of non-Tennessee Avenue!!!!!!!! This angel was sent 2 Earth, with no conscious awareness of course, Jimmie that is, not Fred, but then who knows, in hyperspace this great Senator saved my life and kept me from going off 2 prison 4 the murder of my mother about 2 or 3 years from now. But time permits me only so many daily discussions peeps. Let us then stick with Mister Carter, the man who during his Presidency, saved my life on this side of the freaking bed, years B4 it needed fall into my conscious time line illusion system. I speak of his reinventing the old psychiatric hospital patient care, changing it 2 out-patient care 4 all and any patients who R deemed by the top experts on the head-shrink field, and supported in their bible, the DSM-4, as “not a threat 2 themselves or others”. If Carter was like Wonderful Life Jimmie Stuart, speaking of my Jimmie’s here, but thank the gods, NO TRUCK TIRES YO, and never born with a little atomic frequency Clarence Angel Adjustment, or a (CAA) 4 short, I would B safely tucked and locked away, and there would B no “BLOGS-OF-MOUNTAINPEN”. I would have a tightly regimented schedule, and B beaten up, neglected, and abused, pretty much the typical normal daily routine and activity in the nut joints and booby hatches of the world. Politer society refers 2 such locations as ‘psychiatric hospitals or facilities’, or in some cases uses the older but still accepted by the PC world, ‘institutions’. THANK U SIR JIMMIE CARTER, MY ANGEL AND MY HERO, talk about things being sent-back, and just in the nick of time, no puns meant but hay what can ‘Hurricane’ Smith and I say here, ‘Paula and Julia’, FUNNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Vietnam War abruptly ending after I had registered 4 the draft, the outpatient change by a fantastic administration that Mister Railroad tracks got lots of the credit 4, and other smaller items, R opposite polarities of a sort or POSITIVES that were surrounding my proximity in my past, humanly perceiving ‘my past’ as real and separate from now or any other 4th dimensional point. So as with all bad boys and girls, they must exist 2 balance out the ever present cosmic insistence on parity and equalization, this cosmic equation is always in a powerful attempt not only 2 solve the virtually limitless miniscule cosmic numerations, or combinational tiny pieces of so-called-reality, as well as maintain a non-BP-balance. U must have perfect balance either in existing state or in an ever present searching state, this is LAWTRONIC. Sorry about betting my bippie on this, and my jokes on such a serious matter, but peeps do need 2 have small clues planted around that I do have powerful secrets, and yet, NO, I am not a physical Moving-Compound user. If it exists, and I find that hardly doubtful off of the Astral Plane, I do not know how 2 hail it at will while here and awake as the me that I’m dreaming that I am presently, in this lifetime on this ‘Physical-Plane’, 2 use an ‘ECKANKAR’ term and expression. BP stands 4 both Bruce Pennock and the disaster.

Sorry about my Rodney Dangerfield/Harold Lloyd blog on Chapter 16, but I thought it fitting 4 the blog number of two to the quanta of two. 2X2 is 4 and 4X4 is DUH. As 4 the 2 men with such glaring eyes, Jimmie and the Portuguese explorer DeGama that visits me 2 this day in interactions, but only once or twice with MI, U all know the one from the first day of summer in oh-eight. Archive the blog. Jimmie had glaring eyes in that 1986 interaction when he confirmed my statement made 2 him while I hurled myself over the boardwalk, and he was standing on it glaring over at me as though waiting 4 me 2 make the statement that I made with narrated omniscience from an outer source, and then replied instantly and sadly but with firmness in tone, “I KNOW”!!!!!!!!!! Tell me how I am ever supposed 2 forget this powerhouse of a “DREAM” peeps, oh yeah, right, just tell me somebody, YO!!!!!!!!!! His eyes glared just as Mister DeGama’s eyes glared at me in that medical office-later 2 follow home, at 65 Middle Road, in good old Guatamaya-Blueberryville, in this star trek place called New Jersey. MI, I think this was a cousin directly of your 23rd grandfather. I am still trying 2 work this out, but the ancestral peeps do not want any more 2 do with me ever since I said that my family was in some way connected with founding the area U were born in, but I never said your name. It was as though they just got it through some I do not know what. In any event, my research now is all on me, there is no one helping me, and now U come 2 me in more ‘dreams’ and insist that I upload the apology song on the U-TUBE, and there R only 24 hours in the day. U know that I will do my best, my teen-queen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

U know lads and lassies and Lab dogs, I have died so many times that the incident with President Carter over in some parafreakinglell universe is almost mundane 2 me. There was a fire inside my television in 1997 in Somerdale, my room was full of smoke, thick smoke, and no one would live through that. I plugged a walkie-talkie antenna accidentally into a 220-volt outlet in 1977 in the Carriage Lamp Apartments in Clementon, NJUSAESMWG where Studio Park Records first came 2 exist more than 20 years out into negative space (the future). The light from the electrocution was blinding, the sound was deafening, and yet nothing. I fell asleep while driving on a busy highway, New Jersey’s Route 130 in 1984, and woke 2 find myself driving on the opposite side of the road on the oncoming side where 3 full lanes ran in both direction, and were separated by a wide but passable grassy barrier. I drove directly into a police cruiser that was driven by a Woodbury, New Jersey Police Officer, on Route 45 in 1985. We collided and it just appeared that we drove right through each other, his eyeballs literally slid through my entire body, these things cannot happen and still someone lives, not in any ‘real world’ I ever used 2 live in back in the nineteen-sixties. I was shot 2 death in a Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG WAWA convenience store in 1995 while David Roth was waiting 4 me in the car outside, by an African American Bonnie and Clyde couple that were robbing the place. Do not search 4 a record of this, ask your astrophysics professor how atomic hyperspace works, and U will CY no record of this event exits here in this exact atomic signature of this vibratory universe within unfathomably gargantuan hyperspace. A powerful rip tide drowned me around the same time frame as the WAWA shooting in South Atlantic City on Albany Avenue not far from the once quite famous Children’s Seashore Home, located on the Boardwalk just a couple blocks north. When I returned back into my parked SATURN VEHICLE, it was the same car, but believe me folks when I say, it also, WAS NOT MY CAR, real differences were obvious and blatant, and yet the keys worked, it WAS still my car, but not in the universe that I had just drowned in and been retraced over from by the World Labs of 2296. I know I bought chocolate cupcakes at the Egg Harbor grocery store called, Incollingo’s, a few Christmas seasons ago, it is all on my blogs how an enemy in a huge powerful van or pick up truck, smashed intentionally into me, killing me instantly while driving home from the place I worked at, Cifaloglio Trash, in Folsom, NJUSAESMWG. I never had registered the vehicle in this new universe that I had been retraced into, and yet the Hammonton Police never even questioned me on this when I reported the stalking and showed them expired identification. I never did this intentionally, and I would never buy vanilla cupcakes either, yet while my body and clothes and the reality around them had been laser retraced by the World-Labs, the wallet and the wrong receipt in it 4 the wrong cakes in my new universe, was obviously retraced along with me and my clothes. After all, Y wouldn’t it B? I took pill overdoses at least 3 times over the past 5-10 years, and woke up where it was a dream that I had done it, and my pills were right there in perfect count. I fell down directly in front of a powerful moving train and was sliced into pieces, and then woke up where it was only a dream where I had thrown myself into this train’s path, only I know that it WAS NOT a dream. On 3 occasions I fell asleep eating a piece of meat and chocked 2 death, waking up, and it was a dream, only it was NOT!!!!!! I could go on and pucking on and freaking on and trucking on and mother loving on with example after example. My address was 1406 Highland Avenue in 1984 and 1985 from July through March, 9 months I was renting this house owned by the Patterson family, not Donna Patterson, but HIGHLAND Avenue nonetheless, and then came the HIGHLANDER movies, followed by the one hour shows after this, in the nineties, with Adrian Paul. How much of this shit is really in my mind ladies and freaking gentlemen then aren’t U asking me 2 swallow an awful lot of bizarre coincidences that would defy and mock the hugest lottery jackpot winner.

Do any of U know the story of the MEDPORT DINER, and the spring in 1985 when I told David Roth the story about the “great Sarah Krassle”, and as soon as I had told this 2 him, our vehicle was totally surrounded and we were treated like criminals, cops, shotguns, dogs, searches, and all that any of us could ever get as an explanation when my mom called up the police station that evening in the Medford Lakes Township area in NJUSAESMWG, was that , “Your son and his friend were just in the wrong place at the wrong time” B-U-L-L-------S-H-I-T!!!!!!!!!!! Still, 2 months later give or take, came the night of the NEW SHOES. Back in time, I never put all this into order nor did I properly C the pattern involved. There R just way 2 freaking many coincidences here Abbey Carmichael and Jack McCoy. Y should these 2 prosecutors on television on the L&O show B allowed 2 not buy into a fiftieth of these amounts of coincidences, yet if I do not, I am paranoid, delusional, and filled with so many psychotic features, U could count them with a ton of bead counters, maybe? Watch the show, C if MOUNTAINPEN is bull-crapping anyone about the way these 2 and others in the show go on with this, yet I am supposed 2 go, OK, it is just happening, all right, nothing out of the ordinary, YYYYYYYYY????????? Just tell me freaking Y the rules R so damn different 4 me Admiral Humpkirk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sarah Jacobson is a story in and of itself, the first and most major issue being the way she was able 2 come 2 me in Michael Landon ‘highway-2-Heaven “DREAMS”!!!!!!!!!! Steve wanted 2 know if she kissed girls, and this got him hit so hard by this giant beautiful 22 year old long haired big brown eyed goddess, that his entire record of his even attending the school had been eradicated and blotted out like pests eating DDT. Then what was playing on the radio, ‘coincidentally Abbey and Jack’, in the autumn of 1972, but the son of Woody Guthrie, with his great hit called, “Riding on the City of New Orleans”. His dad did the great hit some years back, U know, “this land is your land, this land is my land, from Calio-fornio, 2 the New York “ISLANDS”, come on Abbey and Jack, does it ever stop, am I really just looking 2 make up all this horse piss???????? Gimme a friggin’ break peeps, cum-on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If I worried about what peeps like Terry Egghead from the New Jersey placed Gene Trek Roddenberry traveler Harbors thought of me or how I write my blogging texts, I would B in some real serious jeopardy, BRR!!!!!!! U cannot take the life of MARK MICHAEL WAYNE MOHR MOUNTAINPEN, AND PUT IT INTO SOME SILLY FORCED CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER. U can try, and believe me; the results would B a totally unreadable mess. I need 2 do things this way, and U and all of THAT-FAMILY, should B the very first peeps 2 know Y, after all, look what U, oh well, U sing it from here Melanie, OK with the hoses and 1996 summers in Atlantic City?????? So many things continually fit and slide and merge and mesh with so many other things, that literally R years and decades, sometimes even centuries apart and away in mortal world time, but by not connecting this all up in the way that my story goes Mister Nielson, would defeat all of the purposes of my blogging, and just waste my energy and time and effort.

YI do not just move into a casino somewhere in the world and play one long endless game, is beyond me, because even the worst negamagging attacks done 2 me by me ol’ enemies, would not B able 2 stop me from profiting on one long roulette game. No one single system EVER can defeat their assaults on me. I have played with this 4 more than 20 freaking years, and very seriously. Still, I also have played one game, and it never fails. There R tyimes when U must just go and record numbers and not play, but by making one endless game out of this, and copying every single number ever 2 come out on the wheel, and then using only the most-current-300-spins or (MCTHS), and playing columns that R much hotter than the rest of them, normally between 3-6 columns will B longer and gaining, as U place an (X) on the outcome corresponding 2 outcome numbers, and there is no way that a player will not average year after year and forever, a unit average profit of 7-15 per 100. Playing black money chips worth 100 bucks, which means that 2 hours averaged at a table produces 11.5 units, or 5.75 units per hour, most tables average out at 50 spins per hour. A nice little 575 dollar per hour income is not bad; I am not mother pucking greedy, Mister Donald smiley!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The only thing is that sometimes, only numbers can B recorded, in any event, U go away and add your new outcomes, and then B sure, U make a chart system where it shows both the hottest number columns as well as shows only the most recent 300 (MCTHS). This tid-bit of how 2 destroy a gaming house, is mi revenge today 4 all of the fucking bull shit U all have put me through now 4 30 fucking cock sucking ass hole years, YA BASTARD SLIME SCUM toilet water lappers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Law and Order, the television show, is the greatest law drama ever, I used 2 say since Perry Mason, but it has surpassed and topped this now. This may B just me ol’ whittle opinion there maitees, but I am entitled 2 it. Michelle Daniels told me I am entitled 2 my opinion when we debated a powerful point and I was working off of a blocked group of bad memories from about 8 years in the past from the point where we had this argument. The argument was about mixed marriages. I said I was against them because they caused many problems, especially 4 the kids. Am I so wrong Michelle, do U still wanna run me over with your day job MAC-TRUCK?????? People!!!!!! Wow, what I freaking suffer through. And nobody gives a freaking rat’s prick ass. Interesting initials there Senator Thompson Wolf, MS, Marguerite Sampson, and Melanie Safka, DUH. Pretty coincidental by me ol’ way of seeing this laddy-boy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then there is poor ol’ BOZ, can I relate 2U pal, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No, “there is no wrath like it”, UR so correct there Senator, NONE. I wish U or somebody would try and tell her that her apology song will B on the U-TUBE soon, gimme a chance, Sarah-Stacey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U know brown eyed girl, I may have been dumb then, but I know what I have lost. I am man enough 2 admit this 2 the entire world, and most of my readers know exactly what is being said. But soon, I will tell a lot more, it is only fair that I get a chance 2 speak a little bit on my behalf, as we all know, there R always 2 sides 2 all and any stories.

Governor of Callio-Fornio, keep pumping up those guns big boy, U look wonderful. Watch those quakes; I know it is around the corner, hyperspace is eating at me huge. I am here, I do not need 2 COME BACK, World Lab and its LASER RETRACER does all this 4 me automatically. I keep on existing and suffering endlessly, and no one cares or believes, screw it all baby-love. If karma is real, don’t any of U trash lickers out here know the horrors that await U?????????????????????? Right now, I have me own troubles Mister McGuire, and UR behind a hell of a lot ofem, but not this one, as someone else’s print job just used 6 sheets of me’ ol’ paper, so hopefully, the librarian will bring me 6 new sheets and help me get my job 2 print out B4I go and upload the blog 2 my 2 we logging sites.

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