THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
WASHCLOTHS, WASHBURN’S, AND WATSON CLUES
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The last two blogs, being CHAPTER 16, and CHAPTER 17, 4 whatever reason, have no title on them. The print out sheet shows none as well. This time when I print out the document, if the 18th chapter is not on the heading of this blogging work, I will find out Y and just what and who is indeed causing this. Interesting, 16 & 17, as in the eternal age of the ALL MIGHTY GODDESS SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSSLE, and one of her very fave numbers in our human waking word mathematical base system of tens, the NUMBER OF SEVENTEEN. The next number higher, or 18, is not only the title 2 this blogging text, but is the human world birthday of Sarah, back in 1986, sir mighty William Harner Waltz-man, not 2B ever confused with my school chum, Jerry Heitzmann.
Last night, the scum Motor Cycle dirt bag jag off rider from my RV Park, the MANATEE, in Fort Pierce, Florida’s WHITE-CITY section, MINI-GREAT JEWELLY, JULIA WHITE, AND MANY OTHER EARTHLY DOPPELGANGER IDENTITIES AS WELL, at “SPORTSTARTIME” hit me, it was around 5 past 7, AS ALWAYS, illegally tearing and speeding by my RV, and right exactly AT MY RV, revved his piece of junk bike just as loudly as it can B done, 2 annoy me, and I plan 2 go 2 Debbie, our park manager, and really let out a long winded complaint, if he can do this, yet I must crawl along the property at a maximum of ten miles per hour, I believe that is favoritism and totally ILLEGAL, BRO!!!!!!!!!! I WILL BET ANYONE OUT HERE THAT THE PHILADELPHIA HICKEY TEAM KNOWN AS THE FLYERS, PLAYED LAST NIGHT. Right directly following the Motor-Cycle attack, was continual aerial assault with loud and low, but not crash level, private planes, used and secretly owned and operated by all the major American BLACK FILE AGENCIES including but not limited 2 the Central Intelligence boys and girls, and especially the group that THEY get blamed a lot 4 things done by this other giant group of unlimited covert “L&O” Levi March Wet Works power, the NO SUCH AGENCY (NSA). These dudes and duddesses do not even try that nonsense anymore; as yes, even they have their limits, HA-HA-HA-HA-HA----HA-HA!!!!!!
I had a horrific attack last night, and it was worse than any in a very long time, and was most definitely one of the top 5 worst ones here in my now 5.5 months in the sunny state of no dancing island kids, and no fruit juice commercials using tune-parts from my 1986 song written and copyrighted, “REAL GOOD GIRL”.
Today, my “personal-mags” R quite a bit different. First however, some real major hyper-time things happened after last night’s attack that U all need 2B aware of. I was ABDUCTED, by every label and concept of those in the ALL-ENCOMPASSING-UNIDENTIFIED-FLYING-OBJECTS-GLOBAL-CLUBS, I call this now, and will in future blog works, the AEUFOGC. Pronounce simply as the UFOG CLUB or simply THE UFOK. I have no memory of much after around midnight or just past, maybe even as late as one this moUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, peeps. All I know is that around 10 this morning, I awoke instantly, without ‘waking’ one single time throughout the night which is a rare occasion 4 me and many peeps of my advanced age, in the early American Colonial days, I would B considered quite elderly now at pushing 56 years, times do change. Anyway and in moving on with this experience, I woke up and saw a dinner plate, emptied from last nights’ partaking of a nice spaghetti and meat sauce dinner-meal, my eyeglasses had fallen onto the floor off of the freaking foot of my bed. The TV was on and so was the video machine, but only a blank-blue screen was displayed since I have no connected TV, and my video VHS borrowed library movie tape, PATTON, that I do remember finishing watching and rewinding and ejecting, was still in the video machine in the ejected out position. Junk was scattered all over my bed. I am organized, and when I go 2 bed, all lights, all devices, and all else is always turned off. Tapes R put away in cases or boxes, paperwork is filed in a cabinet next 2 my bed. There is only the bed, and then me, and a telephone receiver and shoulder brace, so I can talk 2 Diana during the night and especially while drifting or trancing out of this human nightmare. All night long while asleep in the body, I was exploratronically quite active, with Dawn-Marie King. She was threatening me and hitting me, and 2 put it more politely than any of Donna Patterson’s trans-dimensional electrically gaining eels, I was miserable and frightened, and woke up angry and scared, all at the same time. I then telephoned John Judy, her Probation Officer in the Atlantic County Justice Complex, in Mays Landing, New Jersey, USAESMWG, and after a few days of telephone tag, after his last call 2 me while I was out yesterday on a few errands, and experiencing all my hellish Paul Simon High School McGuire Chromosome magical ‘CRAP”, finally we did hook up and had a good 15 minute rap session, and I left out nothing, right down 2 the fact that I’ll B contacting him just as soon as I am back in New Jersey 4 the necessary protection I will B needing.
I went on 2 of course let him know that I have tried so hard every night and every day, as I did with Diana in 1984 and 1985, only instead of my precious sweet Diana going away and leaving me, as the US Copyright Office knows about only 2 well, NOT ONE SINGLE SOLITARY RTHING WORKED OUT 4 ME HERE IN THIS MISERABLE PLACE, N-O-T||||||||||||||O-N-E!!!!!!! The gods freaking know I gave it not only mi best shot, but every possible shot. Now some R perhaps laughing at me real good right about now, regarding the GAWNUM, or the Numerological system of a powerful BLACK CAT on the ASTRAL PLANE, by the name of GAWKY GAUKAUK. I first became aware of the existence of this entity, as well as my interactions on the AP with Gawky, when I was humanly ‘dreaming’ that it was the autumn in the year of 1980, several months after my major “LOVE-IS-4-CARPENTERS” or my endlessly unexplainable by any human terms, “LOIS-FOCA” ‘INTERACTION’, WHERE THE AWESOME RAVISHING GIANT SUPER TEENAGER HAD TAKEN ME 2 THE AREA OUT BEYOND THE Frailenger’s Salt Water Taffies Store, at the boardwalk intersection with TENNESSEE AVENUE, in good old ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG. There, she began instantly singing a song 2 a crowd that had gathered 2 hear a voice beyond any human descriptiveness, of which there is only one similar voice on this planet and it is in this very age that we now R living in, only imagine taking that voice and multiplying every possible facet of it by perhaps 100 or more, literally, and then quit wondering please, Y this powerful ‘experience’ and ‘interaction’ has left such an incomprehensible indelible mark upon both my person and my mind and my life, peeps, OK mighty Hoseman John King and all others?????
Let us discuss some of Gawky Gaukauk’s fantastic numerology? Then we will quickly touch a little bit on the Bible-Code thing that the New-Agers were so nuts over a while back. All things have these connective energies so 2 speak, built directly into them, the Bible is not special in that way, and it is pure nonsense 2 think that numerology or astrology is based on things far away in the skies. There is a connective-ness and I’m not denying that. A small bit of Gauss energy or forces of magnetism between all of must right here on the Earth, and all other bodies that revolve around beyond us in the expansion, or R falling into some other larger massive, as all things out in the expansion must at all times B in fact doing one of these 2 things. First, if U match up “MARK MOHR ESCAPES DAWN KING” and the “DECEMBER TWO THOUSAND NINE” sentences, they both R the PCN or PRIVATE COSMICODE NUMBER of (550). 550+550 equals 1100. The 0 in both of the 550’s is also in the total or the PCNT, not once but twice, producing a large 75% COMPATIBILITY. The PCNT is interesting also if in no other way than with ROMAN NUMERAL SYMBOLOGY, after all 1100 is MC. But then over the past 2-3 years, I ask U all out here, from my wonderful older daughter on down, what isn’t MC??????????????????? As 4 younger daughter and hyperspace daughter PEE, I like 2 call her P-Junior, but she hates that, so I call her what she likes, and that is PEE. She hates PEEJ as well, shortened by me once 4 PEE-JUNIOR. So PEE it is, she turns 12 soon, on the 29th day of September. Her residence is the residence of the entire family over there in that locale of the hyperspace or in that parallel universe some may prefer this wordage, but she lives where over here it is called the ROUNDHOUSE MUSEUM of EGG HARBOR, NJUSAESMWG. However, she is serving time in the Harborfields Detention Center, I have come 2 call this place the H-600, U know, the old Roman in me, from my lifetime as the Greek Silversmith known as Demetrius. Diana loved the kind of work that I did, and she lived me 2, but I had 2 keep that quite secret, having a powerful goddess 4 a personal lover. She never told me that she was LIGHTNING, or that on the lighter atomic Astral World, the matter that makes up our beautiful moon, is called OLYMPIA PROPER, right next 2 HER great forests where she loves 2 hunt, and protect the small animal friends that she adores so much, from many mean and wild monstrous and quite gargantuan other animals that roam all throughout this place. She and millions of her girl friends have constructed many millions of beautiful cabins all throughout this place that is loaded with billions of different trees and other growths, and hundreds of thousands of huge mighty roaring colorful waterfalls, that she loves so much. What R the odds that the security company that I worked 4 here in this waking human world that ECKANKAR refers 2 as the PHYSICAL PLANE, would send me a coworker resident of Egg Harbor, who was a published author with a book written all about the very place where my entire hyperspace family resides, the Roundhouse Museum of the Harbor, On STACEY-LONDON Avenue. Here, STACEY is not part of the address and Avenue name. But let me mention just how beautiful this lovely super queen fashion model is, and the enemies pulled her instantly off of the TV. Y is this always the case, especially in lieu of this human world and their vowel taken opinions, that old nobody MOUNTAINAPEN is so totally inconsequential and valueless. Back now 2 the guard that ED SNYDER LIAR FLYER HOCKEY SPECTACORE, SENT OVER AS MY COWORKER, 2 the Cifaloglio Trash outfit in Folsom, NJUSAESMWG, and B4I go on, death angels R back on a super fucking vengeance these days, a super nasty left side one strikes me even as I speak here at 1”22, at this very library overlooking the great Floridian Indian River, and the Atlantic Ocean out beyond that, which is not visible even from the crossing bridge, because of the width of the island over there, it is not narrow like other islands, and many peeps live there, almost reminds me of home I might say, if that is, my name were Heinz Gottwald King Nebuchadnezzar of BABYLON!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway, the book written by this great author, is one of fiction, but he admits that anyone with intellect can read many things between the many lines, UR not imaging it peeps, get it, read it, it is a powerful and wonderful work, click on the following websites that I give U and learn many things about many of my friends, and my enemies alike. The book name is “SECRETS OF THE MUSEUM”. The author is Roy Carl Weiler Senior.
www.amazonbooks.com/ www.bordersbooks.com/ www.barnesandnoblebooks.com/ www.acbp.com/ www.acpd.com/ www.acmua.com/ www.billyharner.com/ www.studioparkrecords.com/ www.frankcallio.com/ www.mariahcarey.com/ www.chembusters.com/ www.darkshadowsfanclub.com/ www.at&t.com/ www.todrealty.com/
GOOGLE UP, names like Paul Evans Pedersen, Frank Callio, Paula King, Blogs of Mountainpen, Millionth Council, Eckankar, fascitar, and Atlantic City’s Mayor Robert Levy. Later on, all these lists will have numerous additions. The reason 4 my listing the 2nd 2 the last dot-com of the group above, is because, they had a lineman chief 4 the entire Camden County, New Jersey area, by the name of Arthur Bancroft. He told me I was being “messed with”, and could not help me any further of course. This incident occurred in 1987. As 4 the final listing, if U can reach a dude named Scott Ransom, he told me that “VERY POWERFUL PEOPLE R DISGRUNTLED WITH U MARK, AND THAT MY BOSS KELLY JACKSON TOLD ME NOT 2 TRY AND SELL YOUR HOUSE”. This incident occurred in 1988.
Not just one example, being the one listed shortly back on this blog work, with the PCN-550, and the total of 1100, is what I meant by the GAWNUM is telling many stories. I have worked out several thousand things, and each one is every bit as mind bending as this. I never said it told and predicted any successes 4 me here in Sunny Florida, it just said that December of oh nine would sure B a compatibility with my trying 2 get away from living with that insane monster that wrecked my entire life or what was left of it in oh-eight, DAWN MARIE KING!!!!! I would say that some of the biggest things naturally R about MC, and not THE MC. Still and all, I want 2 thank her today very sincerely, 4 not troubling me recently with any further interactions. This is a talent that the entire family naturally has, and somehow Michael Landon, the great well known 20th century actor, seemed 2 know all about. I find it beyond bizarre and outlandish on his “Highway-2-Heaven” television show, how he was so aware of this DREAM TACTIC used by those on the ASTRAL PLANE, angelic type entities, and perhaps not always totally perfect ones as MI admits 2 on her fantastic latest musical work project. I have a high school diploma from the very high school that Landon attended under his true non Hollywood name of Eugene Harowitz, or however this Collingswood resident spelled his true name, I know I have spelled it incorrectly, only there is quite a story here. I never faked this, nor did I do anything wrong in order 2 acquire and secure this document, still I never attended one single day at this Landon High School, known locally there as the West Collingswood High School, yet the man in charge at the time of my special education graduation in January of 1973, at just shy of age 18 and one sixth, Mister Thompson, not the Senator, but I will bet even money they cousin out within 4 straight and 4 removed by marriages, anyway, this man who was the President of the local area Board of Education, whether it was township, county, or state level, this I have no way of knowing as I never attempted researching that information, but anyway, HE made a deal with my mom and myself 2 give me a high school diploma FROM THIS MICHAEL LANDON SCHOOL, that was only a mile or so away from the apartment where my mom and I lived 4 5 and a half years, the Dellway Arms, Suite O-15, Oakland Avenue, Oaklyn NJUSAESMWG. I still 2 this very day believe personally, that they all felt guilty 4 wrongfully wrecking and ruining my education, and thereby my entire future life. My oldest will tell U all that this is all a cop out, U do not need an education. UR incorrect MI. That worked 4U, because UR the All Mighty SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, that is operating in this human space-time world, with many of your Astral-Plane abilities still in near-perfect condition, with your top and first VI-QUEEN right there 2 this day close 2U and surrounding U with her love and protection. I am very happy that this is all true, still, U should B aware that this philosophy does not work 4 those that do not possess your unfathomable great fantastic talent. UR a one of a kind totally suigenairus entity, UR that UR, and your THAT-BOY knows it ‘perfectly’!!!!! Spell wrecker will not spell that word meaning standing in a class by yourself, I know the spelling is not ‘PERFECT’ MI.
I also promised my readers a little more discussion in BIBLE CODE similar techniques of matching up things and hearing MOC speak, and that abbreviation stands 4 the (MIND OF COSMOS) by the way. In a blog about 4-12 of them back somewhere, I showed U all how U can take a sentence of say 70 or so letters long, really it can B 50 or 150 letters long, just not shorter say than 50, or what is the point? By putting the sentences together where another sentence matches perfectly, a\with all of the lengths of the words in the other sentences and appears 2 create a gibberish in the comparing sentence, carefully study all the new words made, many or even most will not B accepted words, and they will B sound-able or maybe some may not B so sound-able, and yet still, could stand 4 abbreviations or even parts of things with meanings 4 all or just perhaps 4 the one using this tool. There R many things that I can tell U2 do with any ordinary pack of playing cards. I hesitate and shudder with this due 2 very personal and painful reasons and memories. My mother was actually placed into direct contact with THAT-FAMILY-of-1970, via playing cards, and had the most hellish monstrous horrendous experience, in my humble opinion anyway, that any human alive could have, and U can all go ahead and hate me all that U wish, I am including every persecuted Jew in any World War II concentration camp. None of U were there in either case, 2 experience that, or what happened 2 my innocent mom, and also me as a resulting factor. As I speak, 2 lovely goddesses R vying 4 my attention, young, very tall, lovely African American dishes, times 10 cubed, and not quadra-cybed or cubeed. Typos from other recent blogs showed these 2 errors, so sahwee peeps, whaaaaaa!!!!! Pussy Command many not B tremendously politically Correct, still, I need 2 tell what is really happening, and what actually is going on in wheat all of U force me 2 think of as your “REAL WORLD”. Still and all, playing cards R very amazing, and peeps only think that they need 2 employ the mighty long revered divining Tarot cards. All of this not withstanding, my mom was in fact contacted. Let me explain MOC. Mind of Cosmos, is nothing at all 2 play around with by novices who really think that it is a joke, or 2B taken at all lightly. COSMOS feels teasers, and considers attitudes on these kinds of users, 2B in fact, TEASERS, or said stronger and with a much greater degree of accuracy and with definitely much less imperfection, MOCKERS”. U simply silently think 2 yourself a particular thing, and once the cards know UR seeking an answer, they answer U, they will, in fact, THEY WANT 2 DO THIS WITH U, but there is an honest limitation, or degree of accuracy involved, or inaccuracy is maybe a better term here 4 me 2 use. Let me explain as quickly 4 right now today, as I can, being short and sweet and brief, and merely attempt now 2 open up a door that we can explore later on, all the large rooms and other corridors that all of this will eventually lead U and me into as we endeavor 2 further explore all of this mind blowing bull shit, only nor bullshit, it is powerful and yes, extremely deadly and dangerous, I site again what happened 2 my poor mom who was desperate 4 answers, and then went onto play around with stuff that she was totally clueless about as well as how 2 handle it all properly.
I built a similar feature of all of this into my metaphysical computer in the nineteen-eighties, and the tests that I later as a result, came 2 indeed run on the machine that was connected into a real-world land-line telephone system as well as the PRIVECODE MACHINE, invented by the clever way of admitting 2 the World that the great and mighty MILLIONTH-COUNCIL is absolute and all powerfully ruling with a fist of iron and tough-love, by simply pronouncing all of the initials of the corporation that built and patented this great telephone caller interception machine, called the IMMC, or the International Mobile Machines Corporation, U know, I AM MC, the great all powerful MILLIONTH-COUNCIL. These little ‘marker’ things R not frivolous, and they R never in any way at all, the tiniest bit inconsequential peeps. If U misdiagnose this, U may as well accept that I’m telling U that U have terminal cosmic cancer, and U refuse the proper diagnosis 4 combating your situation. Hay, that is still, and hopefully always your choice, peeps, I am trying 2 help me, and trying 2 help U. Perhaps UR sick and tired of hearing my words that what is going down all around me just very well may someday happen 2 either yourself or a precious loved one in your family. Think I am just a severe nut case whack job all that U want 2. I know a very tall police officer in Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG with the very same wrong attitude, and if shit ever comes 2 your fan window, all of U at that time will suddenly C without any hesitations or any doubts, that I was completely correct, and unfortunately 4 all of us, U were all wrong, and many of U know the Marola Lottery story of 1969, it is on numerous past blogging texts.
My mother played endless Solitaire Games with playing cards, only she admitted 2 me a couple of years B4 she was struck down with a strange medical condition, in her sleep of course and obviously, in the early morning hours of the day after Christmas Day, in the year of 1997, that she was “INTENTIONAL ATTEMPTING 2 RECEIVE MESSAGES FROM THE CARDS, AND WAS IN FACT GETTING THEM” I DON’T DOUBT IT DOCTOR MC-COY, DISTRESS CALLS, PROBES, HUMPBACK WHALES, AND ALL, BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Was that a real HISTORY MARKER every time the police would pull over my poor grandfather when he closed down his boy’s summer camp on LONG BEACH ISLAND called Camp Mequon, with his entire family in the car, after crossing the bridge over 2 Philadelphia heading back 2 the family residence at 440 South 50th Street? They would mistreat him, and perpetually and regularly loved 2 address him, as a “Jersey HICK”, over and over and over again. Mi mom told me this story quite often of how he did nothing wrong on the road, was not speeding, did not break any laws, and certainly never gave any of them any disrespect, obeying all commands immediately, and just answering all of the yes and no questions, with either the appropriate “YES SIR”, or “NO SIR”. Mom said he turned beet red in the face, but always managed 2 forever maintain his dignity as well as his composure. Those from New Jersey in those days did in fact, become labeled by those in New York and Pennsylvania as “HICKS”. Still, the way that this story had been related 2 me on repeated and numerous occasion by my now departed mother, it makes me serious wonder if this was not one of the many MOC’s HM’s, or HISTORY MARKERS. Good fans of MC know the names of her legal parents. Still, and as I maintain today and have right along, this is not a Mariah blog, and only because so many dots slam together in place, and so much connects and just cannot B reasonably ignored by this blogger of average intelligence, and hence, sorry MC, but your name will in deed pop up here and there, and UR a part of this, in ways that I surely admit 2 both U as well as the entire cosmos, that I am a very far cry and a very long way from truly understanding in all of its Paul Pedersen intricacies and elaborations down 2 the enth degree, just exactly how and where and Y. I do know that B4I ever blogged at all, more than 4 years in the past by this world’s linear time illusions and how they all perceive this, there was a longer past, a past where this great recording artist was a high school girl and nobody of any power or importance even knew that she was living there on LONG ISLAND. This would B the year that altered my life here as the motor-mouth MOUNTAINPEN, forever, 1986. This was when I wrote the song “REAL GOOD GIRL”, copyrighted it, sending it into the United States mailing system on the night of August the 15th, in 1986, and from that second on, forget about the NEW SHOES, and Dave Roth and my trip up that night 2C them in New York City at some night club, there is no rational explanation 2 just 2 much stuff going on here. I know it, U know it, and MI knows it. Do any of U Copyright Examiners connect the dots of the name that she gave 2 her character in 2008, and what is on my original 1986 tape sent down there 2 copyright the stupid song? How can anyone have any doubts, that THAT-FAMILY, is what I have claimed all along, even way back B4I knew one thirtieth of the exactitudes of any names or lineages. As 4 the playing cards and receiving messages of the mind of cosmos through them by my mother, and her resulting horrific monstrous murder and death resulting down the road on March the 4th, of 2000, and so much more, I think I have every right 2B very inquisitive, very angry, very agitated, and if I did not have total control over my emotions, the dominant exploratrons from the COLLECTIVE-EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND or the (CES), would have made me pull off some wild thing long ago, and I’d either B locked away in prison, a banana factory, or a cemetery plot. Quickly I left one part of the answer process and Y the MOC desires 2 answer any seeker, yet cannot do it with 100% accuracy, still open 4 query and now permit me please King Heinzunc Nebbalon, 2 close this up just a little bit, and believe me when I tell my entire Blogaudians that these openings and many preceding this, R just that, openings, there is a lot more 2 all of this, I need 2 take U all through it slowly and meticulously, in attempts of constructing a better and clearer foundation that will then go on 2 show and reveal a better large picture later on with all of this nightmare.
I will simply tell U that there R a virtually limitless number of existing other parallel universes, along with our own, here in this vast unfathomably sized 6th-dimension, or HYPERSPACE. When cards R asked 50/50 yes-no queries, and UR influenced 2 draw a card, U along with every other U in hyperspace that is localized enough with this particular individualized atomically agreeing signature universe, is also asking these same cards, on their atomic agreeing frequency, the very same thing at the very same time. We R lucky when we can find any source, a playing card deck being one of an also basically unlimited source of divining, but we R lucky beyond our dreams of fortune-telling, when we find a deck that remains anywhere out of the neutral range over extended time and numerous extended querying. There is the inner and outer range. There also is the neutral zone. The neutral zone is 45-55 in a percentage. The smaller dynamic range is the 40/60, the larger one is the 30/70. Rarely ever will U find and maintain a deck of cards or any other source that will answer U in the 3rd NN. The 3rd Non-Neutral zone is the more than 70 or less than 30%. When your answers consistently R in the wrong or smaller percentage zones, U merely reverse the answers, as your cards R responding 2U in black anti-matter space, hence a 38/62 range where UR being given wrong answers at a current rate of 38% and has a long history maintained there, means that UR being given CORRECT answers, but in the antimatter worlds where time runs in reverse, relative 2 where we R in a matter world. This is not 2 say that there is any real true matter or antimatter or black or white, or forward or reverse time that is running, it is only anti or reverse, relatively, 2 the interaction where UR now awake and running these tests of divinations. The antimatter world that is matching out world perfectly, is thinking that we R running backwards, and the person typing or the ME over there, is thinking that this is the antimatter world of black space. Connecting these white and black spaces through long powerful gravitational energy tunnels is referred 2 upon occasion as grey-worm channels, or worm-holes, connecting the matter universes of the hyperspace with the antimatter ones. But both sides R the white side as they all perceive the relative-ness of this. My mom was playing with things that were literally light years away from her mentality and developed spirituality on her present level. Eckankar masters, the Variagi know that I speak a powerful truth. Google up this great Eckankar religion from Minneapolis, Minnesota, USAESMWG, and order the Shariot ki sugmud books one and 2, or any books ever written by Paul Twitchell. Someday not that far from now, U can order the future books not yet written by another master of the order, they R fantastic as well, and his name is Harold Klemp. We had a disagreement out on the Astral Plane, he came 2 me 3 or 4 years ago there, and said that I need 2 rejoin ECKANKAR. I am not legally on this or other planes of existed, permitted 2 give U more details of what this great spiritual master said 2 me while I was as U would perceive it as, in a deep sleep and dreaming.
There is so much more 2B said lads and lassies. I will tell things that “I AM permitted 2 in fact tell without 2 many repercussions from this physical world, or any others of them, but just not today. I will tell U that Magnesonic was used 4 this divination purpose back late in 1985 and into early 1986, and the name of these tests were called SO-NON-ART, CO-NON-ART. CO meant ‘Combined Odds’, and SO meant ‘Same Odds’. Accuracy Rating Tests or ART was the other abbreviation used with the machine. I was actually tuning into messages being sent into this metaphysical computer from an antimatter reverse time black space field world in the vast and gargantuan sized total 6th dimensional hyperspace, and I was receiving them as low as 14-19%, or by reversing these posed query answer responses of 50/50 or SO-NON-ART functions, let us round this 2 when it was right at responding 2 my 50/50 queries at 15%, reversing them into white-space matter-responses, means a long running accuracy rate of 85%. I did not yet understand this when I had access 2 this marvelous stuff in early 1986, something else did, just like with SHE’S SARAH STACEY, huh examiners? Some powerful disgruntled haters of MOUNTAINPEN must have seen my potential in all of this, from way B4 the very beginning of the creation of this entire planet and its formed structures as we humans presently know them by, and live and interact throughout it.
B ready 4 huge upcoming information, and remember, I have some people now, and it will not matter what state this evil empire forces me 2 live in through their control of me here physically since they caused this unknown and non-diagnosable medical condition when I was but a young lad of 28.5 years, literally, half of my freaking life ago!!!!! These peeps will B my webmaster on several newly made free websites, that will hyperlink all over, have many keywords and key-phrases, and with a real good non curly webmaster, millions can B directed 2 this soon 2B designed MORIANITY-FOUNDATION-2 website. If some wisenheimer steals one and 2, and makes a 3 or a 4, then it will B a 5, they cannot run me out of numbers, there R googols of them, and I know them all, even all of the Roman ones, BRO!!!!!!
When IC the RV park manager Monday 2 pay one more final month’s rent, I will dime out the biker and I have a witness, and some taped evidence. UR playing and messing with the wrong ass wipe there dirt sewer slime lapper Snyder Hick-Hock. U have made become a forced fan 4 many years, someday, I vowel 2 totally destroy U and every sick diseased rotten thing that U and dirt bag peeps all stand 4. Brother, U can bank on this. And, prick in the south, it all will B done totally legally, blond, blind, and no crime!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The only crime is that U have been able and allowed 2 wreck a person’s entire fucking life, U sleazy pile of crap, U tell him Lenny Briscoe me’ ol’ pal from the great TV show, L&O!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, Arnie-Guv, I AM HERE, not back, not Bach, not Beethoven, not Teleman, no how-no nothing, huh Miss AT&T BLAKE from 1983??????????????? BYE-BYE, Y’ALL!!!!
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Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
chapter 17-WASHCLOTHS
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
WASHCLOTHS, WASHBURN’S, & WATSON CLUES
WORLD-LABS SEND-BACK-TEXT DATFILE: 042910.598
Beginning Transmission:
Another horrible day 4 me, it was, lads and lassies and Labs. It began with a private plane attack, and the same that pucked with me yesterday, only today it came a few minutes earlier at just a few minutes past ten this moUUUUUUUUUUrning, The plane first, then many other things. Working backward from now while I’m here typing my blog at the Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG Library, (United States of America, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy), I was just putting a few dollars of gasoline into my automobile, and it was of a problem than trying 2 enter a pass-code 2 begin World War Thermonuclear War III. When I asked a dirt bag guy in a car who was a native, he refused 2 help me, and mocked me, and when I came out of the place 2 get help from inside the station where I was told I needed 2 push a start button, and is different from other stations that I have been using here in Florida, the fucking jerk off MILLIONTH COUNCIL ENEMY, at that moment, sprang into Lauderdale John Mason Action or sprang into “LJMA’ as it may B in future blogs after this incident, referred 2 as, and while he was waiting a 4 a safe pull-out as traffic there was quite heavy at the time, he began blasting his scummy car stereo at absurd and Kaiter-rediculous volume levels, Louise Reddex Hendershit Amityvillehoax. Then minutes later at the red light just yards after this area, another dirt ball came at me from a turning intersection perpendicularly 2 the position of my automobile, and cranked up his music. B4 all of this happened, somebody who normally is nice 2 me, turned on me and acted exactly like Billy Jerk-off Harner that night acted with me when I was a little annoyed at his buddy the Jim-Man as he calls him, 4 acting so cavalier about something that meant so much 2 me 4 more than 95 fucking bastard years, my Waltz that I wrote 4 my Sarah back in 1910, and yes, naturally, copyrighted in 2005, and officially mother fucking registered with the world. I HAVE CUNT LAPPING NOTICED SOMETHING THAT OCURRS ENDLESSLY WITH ME AND I TOTALLY BELIEVE IS CAUSED BY AND RESULTS FROM THE (HUNTINGTON-CURSE). If I blog or say a thing that has large significance and or value 4 me and in my life, the enemies instantly recreate it all over again 4 me 2 experience so-2-speak, a double whammy effect. Then so do U all really need 2 ask me, YI call these nice wonderful lovable adorable darlings names like, TOILET WATER LAPPERS, KIDS OF SATAN, DISEASED SCUM EATING SWINE, AND ALONG THESE LIBNES?????
The food bank system of FLORIDA and the social welfarte benefits here, TOTALLY SUCK A MONKEY’S FAT THROBBING COCK AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT QUADRA-CYBED. I have done a lot of all the things, and more, 4 the 25th Street place, and yet I never get hardly anything I like 2 eat, and end up returning 90% of it back 2 them. Today while helping out in the pantry, I saw all the things that I love, and it does not matter since things that I like R normally things other peeps do not like all that well, and vice versa, yet was I allowed 2 put a few lousy things into a bag that I would have really enjoyed? What do U think? Then the lady made a nasty remark 2 me about it on top of it. Do U really need 2 know more about YI will B leaving the state of Florida, never 2 fucking return, in about a week, now?
Pussy command has been totally SAZ-ZERO-ZIP 4 quite a long time in general, with a few tiny exceptions. While I was writing the paragraph above however at this word processor machine that faces the window and the Indian River that is all part of the Coastal Inland Water-Way System of the Atlantic Coast area through many states, a beautiful young thing was staring right at me when I just happened 2 look up from my typing 2 stretch my back and rest my eyes 4 a quick seck. Nobody on this planet means me any good, and I totally know this. I do not believe U DAVID CHARLES FUCKING ASSHOLE ROTH. He used 2 tell me I am spitting in God’s face when I do this by throwing his blessings and gifts 2 me, away like a bag of smelly trash, and on several occasions in 1997, would scream at me face 2 face, and this has all been blogged in the past on the BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, “”MARK, STOP THROWING BEAUTY QUEENS AWAY”, or sometimes he would scream at me, “U CAN’T THROWN BEAUTY QUEENS AWAY”, when he would C them staring and flirting with me, one day 4 an example, outside of a 7-11 convenience store, while we were in his vehicle, and I was in his passengers seat, somewhere in Burlington County, New Jersey, in this same mentioned circa of time. 4 whatever reasons, enough continual aerial assaults on me with no let up, will indeed produce an extremely amazing parallel event with me, of absolutely astonishingly ravishing young girls, flirting with me as though I were some teenaged Disney rock star, when in fact, anyone can C that I am just a fat old slob, uglier than sin, stupid as a fucking ape, and with nothing whatsoever 2 offer any woman. There is great truth 2 the fat-lady-singer story. Once a cosmic attack or as I put it I believe on life journal cassette tape number 1787, of which the entire United States Office of the Copyrights Library of the Congress, 2 this day should still have a copy of this, as it was on the same tape that my musical 1986 project was on, with the title song “REAL GOOD GIRL”, but yes, once a cosmic attack begins or as I said on this tape, if my memories R serving me and I do believe that they freaking R, I shouted out on Journal Cassette Tape number 1786, after hitting a button that allowed me 2 speak on the system, “MAJOR SATANIC ATTACK, MAJOR ATTACK BY THE WORLD”. I AM POSITIVE THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I SHOUTED OUT, I WAS VERY ANGRY SINCE I HAD ALMOST CUT MY HAND OFF BY PUTTING A GLASS IN A FREEZER THAT I HAD BOUGHT SECOND HAND FROM AN APPLIANCE STORE NEARBY, and no, I am not shouting here, this is twice the caps lock key has been turned on, I do not think I am hitting it, but I could B. In any event, if it keeps fucking happening, I will get the fucking librarian 2 fix their newest fucking hack, who’s hack, sheeeeeit, who else’s, the MILLIOINTH-COUNCIL’S, THAT’S WHO’S, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I GO THROUGH THIS FUCKING SHIT EVERY YEAR THAT THE PHILADELPHIA FLYERS HOCKEY TEAM IS EXTRA STRONG AND PLAYING IN THE PLAYOFFS 4 THE PRIZE OF THE STANLEY CUP. THEY WILL GET IT THIS YEAR IN 2020, as I have never been this down, and yes, I was SHOUTING that time. TOLD U GINA MY QUEENA, AS LONG AS THEY HAVE ME 2 ENDLESSLY MOTHER FUCKING TORMENT AND TORTURE, AND THEY SURE AS SHIT ASS HOT HELL DO, THE FLYER SCUMDIRTS WILL GO RIGHT ON WINNIG GAME AFTER GAME AFTER GAME AFTER GAME, AND THE DOW JONES STOCK MARKETS IN MANHATTAN, NEW YORK, WILL GO UP HIGHER AND HIGHER AND HIGHER, FOREVER AND FOREVER AND FOREVER. This is a parallel event with me and them, and it is 30 years old now, give or take, and it is magnetized so 2 speak, one might say that it is there and holding over a long run play event, and many sports persons have indeed studied this science, and they label it as STATISTICAL TECHNOLOGY. This time of the year, I am at my absolute worst and deepest scariest fucking hell and nightmare and problems. Those that carefully research and study this very thing in the sports world, take it every single fucking bit as seriously as I do, and have access 2 a hell of a lot more computers and software and resources, 4 in deed using this tool.
Giant and tall girls R on a powerful roll, it has been getting progressively bad again over the past 2-5 weeks or so, and they R now just crawling literally out of the mother-fucking woodwork. Just as Saturn-Satan cars and motorcycles go together with my major sieges, so do numerous other things, I will list just a few 4 right freaking now, BRO!!!! Aerial persecution without let up in an extended days and weeks long siege and me getting PUSSY-COMMAND or major female interest and flirtation out the yin-yang. Hostility attacks all around me and things in a progression of events with me such as were just listed on this blog ending so far with the gas station and double stereo attack, and me running into giant and tall, and extremely abnormally strong and large muscled girls and women of all ages, I mean big ass bad girls that could kick most college boys asses unless they were backs on the football team or something. Me going on errands and ending up in any one spot 2 long, and many spurious people popping up all around me always doing things that cause me major annoyance or worse. My moving from anyplace 2 any other place in a residence situation, and the enemy flying major choppers and loud crash-level zenithing planes over the new residence at all hours day and night, day after day, until they readjust a new stationary satellite over my new place. The list goes on and on, and is way 2 fucking depressing 4 me 2 sit here typing on and on about it, u either get the gist of this by now or U do not, and most likely I will never convince U just how real this all is and how they make me endlessly suffer, and have indeed totally wrecked my entire life, adult, and most of adolescent as well, BRR!!!!!!!!!!
Let us B very real, open and honest with each other here, me the author, and U the Blogaud: First off, the WUS or (WORLD OWNER-UNITAWF-SYSTEM) as I have most recently in dated Earth time order, labeled the enemy that has fucking destroyed my entire 55 and a half years of life now, and R enjoying every wicked fucking moment of their evil wicked dastardly deeds, has managed 2 totally hack out my only source of real counterattack that would back this slimy bunch of pure unadulterated filth off of me 4 a little freaking while, my MAGNETIC-SOUND-MACHINE. In my last blog or the one prior 2 that one, one of them, I accidentally typed in the letter (F) instead of the letter (G), making the word food when I wanted 2 type in the word GOOD. Oh well, Copyright Examiners in W-600, have I ever-ever wondered where the shit hole shadows go by day, or have I put the letter G back B4 the letter D, by reversing the polarity of the electron and proton, and forcing them into a velocitronically induced electromagnetic field that bounces in-between a dual satellite field, a long enough distance 2 receive and send messages by atomic lasers on a 5th dimensional image signal? Well, I meant no harm, but Magnesonic means 2 counterstrike my enemies, and I have never made any bones about that reality. When and if it ever becomes illegal 2 use electronic-metaphysics, then I have some problems, it will not B in my life time unless I decide 2 take out my blood and then reinsert it back into my body, after I first run it through a lab electrolysis system specially created to insert a powerful electrical charge, of cancelled out south polarity charge, and then run into a cellular-integrity reprogramming device that literally runs every possible vibration along the entire electromagnetic spectrum from the absolute lowest low ends through the absolute highest high ends, several times, until the blood on a cellular level has reprogrammed back into total cellular perfection. When transfused with the new blood, cellular reprogramming on an entire physical level is then accomplished. I really have no desire 2 do this, Y remain here in hell, one damn moment Admiral longer than I need 2, it would B insanity on my part.
Here is another constant parallel event with me. I am punished 4 every and any enjoyment and or fun that I ever attempt in any small way 2 create 4 myself, EVERY MOTHER FUCKING TIME, NO FUCKING EXCEPTIONS, RON AND JOHN. Every time I get LIGHTNING real close 2 me, and coming around as she did last Sunday night; THEY MAKE IT HELL 4 days and days. Every time I go 2 the beach 2B with my ATLANTIC OCEAN, and swim, as I did again yesterday, THEY MAKE IT HELL 4 days and days. I am not allowed 2 do one mother fucking thing of pleasantness and joy, without getting back 5-10 fold, evil horrific shit from these diseased toilet product injesters. LIGHTNING came all over me and stayed with me 4 many hours after a horrible diseased wicked detestable and monstrous fucking weekend, last weekend. On 2 occasions, she electrified the entire park, causing a gigantic stream of the most beautiful aqua-marine colored glowing light 2 just hover between the incoming electrical wires into the RV Park, and above them by somewhere around 50 feet. The buzzing and humming noise was just like having my beautiful and awesome giant coil right with me on the ASTRAL PLANE, as many times I do. She does not stay that way long however, as she tells me we cannot make passionate love together until she shapes-out into my tall athletic blond bombshell with long bright shining hair as bright as looking directly into the noon day freaking sun.
I have a lot 2 say, but 2 much 2 do 2 go on blogging. PLEASE TRY AND HELP ME WUTH ANYTHING U CAN MY SURFER CLUB FRIENDS, THANK U. This is not fiction, and I am not a nut. U must believe that. I have proof, but no one will accept that, how fucking fair is that. I take proof of a major thing being done 2 me over 2 the Voorhees Township Police Station back in 1990 in the first week of January, and they take me 2 a crises center. This wickedness on a global mother-fucking scale, and remember peeps out her, this could just end up happening 2 U and your children and others whom U love, so if it ever does, and U do not help me now, do not EVER come running 2 me THEN, 4 me 2 help U, that would B ultimate gall and balls. BYE-BYE U-ALL, take care Gov Kali Callio, I AM BACK, and yes, I am HERE.
End Transmission:
WASHCLOTHS, WASHBURN’S, & WATSON CLUES
WORLD-LABS SEND-BACK-TEXT DATFILE: 042910.598
Beginning Transmission:
Another horrible day 4 me, it was, lads and lassies and Labs. It began with a private plane attack, and the same that pucked with me yesterday, only today it came a few minutes earlier at just a few minutes past ten this moUUUUUUUUUUrning, The plane first, then many other things. Working backward from now while I’m here typing my blog at the Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG Library, (United States of America, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy), I was just putting a few dollars of gasoline into my automobile, and it was of a problem than trying 2 enter a pass-code 2 begin World War Thermonuclear War III. When I asked a dirt bag guy in a car who was a native, he refused 2 help me, and mocked me, and when I came out of the place 2 get help from inside the station where I was told I needed 2 push a start button, and is different from other stations that I have been using here in Florida, the fucking jerk off MILLIONTH COUNCIL ENEMY, at that moment, sprang into Lauderdale John Mason Action or sprang into “LJMA’ as it may B in future blogs after this incident, referred 2 as, and while he was waiting a 4 a safe pull-out as traffic there was quite heavy at the time, he began blasting his scummy car stereo at absurd and Kaiter-rediculous volume levels, Louise Reddex Hendershit Amityvillehoax. Then minutes later at the red light just yards after this area, another dirt ball came at me from a turning intersection perpendicularly 2 the position of my automobile, and cranked up his music. B4 all of this happened, somebody who normally is nice 2 me, turned on me and acted exactly like Billy Jerk-off Harner that night acted with me when I was a little annoyed at his buddy the Jim-Man as he calls him, 4 acting so cavalier about something that meant so much 2 me 4 more than 95 fucking bastard years, my Waltz that I wrote 4 my Sarah back in 1910, and yes, naturally, copyrighted in 2005, and officially mother fucking registered with the world. I HAVE CUNT LAPPING NOTICED SOMETHING THAT OCURRS ENDLESSLY WITH ME AND I TOTALLY BELIEVE IS CAUSED BY AND RESULTS FROM THE (HUNTINGTON-CURSE). If I blog or say a thing that has large significance and or value 4 me and in my life, the enemies instantly recreate it all over again 4 me 2 experience so-2-speak, a double whammy effect. Then so do U all really need 2 ask me, YI call these nice wonderful lovable adorable darlings names like, TOILET WATER LAPPERS, KIDS OF SATAN, DISEASED SCUM EATING SWINE, AND ALONG THESE LIBNES?????
The food bank system of FLORIDA and the social welfarte benefits here, TOTALLY SUCK A MONKEY’S FAT THROBBING COCK AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT QUADRA-CYBED. I have done a lot of all the things, and more, 4 the 25th Street place, and yet I never get hardly anything I like 2 eat, and end up returning 90% of it back 2 them. Today while helping out in the pantry, I saw all the things that I love, and it does not matter since things that I like R normally things other peeps do not like all that well, and vice versa, yet was I allowed 2 put a few lousy things into a bag that I would have really enjoyed? What do U think? Then the lady made a nasty remark 2 me about it on top of it. Do U really need 2 know more about YI will B leaving the state of Florida, never 2 fucking return, in about a week, now?
Pussy command has been totally SAZ-ZERO-ZIP 4 quite a long time in general, with a few tiny exceptions. While I was writing the paragraph above however at this word processor machine that faces the window and the Indian River that is all part of the Coastal Inland Water-Way System of the Atlantic Coast area through many states, a beautiful young thing was staring right at me when I just happened 2 look up from my typing 2 stretch my back and rest my eyes 4 a quick seck. Nobody on this planet means me any good, and I totally know this. I do not believe U DAVID CHARLES FUCKING ASSHOLE ROTH. He used 2 tell me I am spitting in God’s face when I do this by throwing his blessings and gifts 2 me, away like a bag of smelly trash, and on several occasions in 1997, would scream at me face 2 face, and this has all been blogged in the past on the BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, “”MARK, STOP THROWING BEAUTY QUEENS AWAY”, or sometimes he would scream at me, “U CAN’T THROWN BEAUTY QUEENS AWAY”, when he would C them staring and flirting with me, one day 4 an example, outside of a 7-11 convenience store, while we were in his vehicle, and I was in his passengers seat, somewhere in Burlington County, New Jersey, in this same mentioned circa of time. 4 whatever reasons, enough continual aerial assaults on me with no let up, will indeed produce an extremely amazing parallel event with me, of absolutely astonishingly ravishing young girls, flirting with me as though I were some teenaged Disney rock star, when in fact, anyone can C that I am just a fat old slob, uglier than sin, stupid as a fucking ape, and with nothing whatsoever 2 offer any woman. There is great truth 2 the fat-lady-singer story. Once a cosmic attack or as I put it I believe on life journal cassette tape number 1787, of which the entire United States Office of the Copyrights Library of the Congress, 2 this day should still have a copy of this, as it was on the same tape that my musical 1986 project was on, with the title song “REAL GOOD GIRL”, but yes, once a cosmic attack begins or as I said on this tape, if my memories R serving me and I do believe that they freaking R, I shouted out on Journal Cassette Tape number 1786, after hitting a button that allowed me 2 speak on the system, “MAJOR SATANIC ATTACK, MAJOR ATTACK BY THE WORLD”. I AM POSITIVE THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I SHOUTED OUT, I WAS VERY ANGRY SINCE I HAD ALMOST CUT MY HAND OFF BY PUTTING A GLASS IN A FREEZER THAT I HAD BOUGHT SECOND HAND FROM AN APPLIANCE STORE NEARBY, and no, I am not shouting here, this is twice the caps lock key has been turned on, I do not think I am hitting it, but I could B. In any event, if it keeps fucking happening, I will get the fucking librarian 2 fix their newest fucking hack, who’s hack, sheeeeeit, who else’s, the MILLIOINTH-COUNCIL’S, THAT’S WHO’S, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I GO THROUGH THIS FUCKING SHIT EVERY YEAR THAT THE PHILADELPHIA FLYERS HOCKEY TEAM IS EXTRA STRONG AND PLAYING IN THE PLAYOFFS 4 THE PRIZE OF THE STANLEY CUP. THEY WILL GET IT THIS YEAR IN 2020, as I have never been this down, and yes, I was SHOUTING that time. TOLD U GINA MY QUEENA, AS LONG AS THEY HAVE ME 2 ENDLESSLY MOTHER FUCKING TORMENT AND TORTURE, AND THEY SURE AS SHIT ASS HOT HELL DO, THE FLYER SCUMDIRTS WILL GO RIGHT ON WINNIG GAME AFTER GAME AFTER GAME AFTER GAME, AND THE DOW JONES STOCK MARKETS IN MANHATTAN, NEW YORK, WILL GO UP HIGHER AND HIGHER AND HIGHER, FOREVER AND FOREVER AND FOREVER. This is a parallel event with me and them, and it is 30 years old now, give or take, and it is magnetized so 2 speak, one might say that it is there and holding over a long run play event, and many sports persons have indeed studied this science, and they label it as STATISTICAL TECHNOLOGY. This time of the year, I am at my absolute worst and deepest scariest fucking hell and nightmare and problems. Those that carefully research and study this very thing in the sports world, take it every single fucking bit as seriously as I do, and have access 2 a hell of a lot more computers and software and resources, 4 in deed using this tool.
Giant and tall girls R on a powerful roll, it has been getting progressively bad again over the past 2-5 weeks or so, and they R now just crawling literally out of the mother-fucking woodwork. Just as Saturn-Satan cars and motorcycles go together with my major sieges, so do numerous other things, I will list just a few 4 right freaking now, BRO!!!! Aerial persecution without let up in an extended days and weeks long siege and me getting PUSSY-COMMAND or major female interest and flirtation out the yin-yang. Hostility attacks all around me and things in a progression of events with me such as were just listed on this blog ending so far with the gas station and double stereo attack, and me running into giant and tall, and extremely abnormally strong and large muscled girls and women of all ages, I mean big ass bad girls that could kick most college boys asses unless they were backs on the football team or something. Me going on errands and ending up in any one spot 2 long, and many spurious people popping up all around me always doing things that cause me major annoyance or worse. My moving from anyplace 2 any other place in a residence situation, and the enemy flying major choppers and loud crash-level zenithing planes over the new residence at all hours day and night, day after day, until they readjust a new stationary satellite over my new place. The list goes on and on, and is way 2 fucking depressing 4 me 2 sit here typing on and on about it, u either get the gist of this by now or U do not, and most likely I will never convince U just how real this all is and how they make me endlessly suffer, and have indeed totally wrecked my entire life, adult, and most of adolescent as well, BRR!!!!!!!!!!
Let us B very real, open and honest with each other here, me the author, and U the Blogaud: First off, the WUS or (WORLD OWNER-UNITAWF-SYSTEM) as I have most recently in dated Earth time order, labeled the enemy that has fucking destroyed my entire 55 and a half years of life now, and R enjoying every wicked fucking moment of their evil wicked dastardly deeds, has managed 2 totally hack out my only source of real counterattack that would back this slimy bunch of pure unadulterated filth off of me 4 a little freaking while, my MAGNETIC-SOUND-MACHINE. In my last blog or the one prior 2 that one, one of them, I accidentally typed in the letter (F) instead of the letter (G), making the word food when I wanted 2 type in the word GOOD. Oh well, Copyright Examiners in W-600, have I ever-ever wondered where the shit hole shadows go by day, or have I put the letter G back B4 the letter D, by reversing the polarity of the electron and proton, and forcing them into a velocitronically induced electromagnetic field that bounces in-between a dual satellite field, a long enough distance 2 receive and send messages by atomic lasers on a 5th dimensional image signal? Well, I meant no harm, but Magnesonic means 2 counterstrike my enemies, and I have never made any bones about that reality. When and if it ever becomes illegal 2 use electronic-metaphysics, then I have some problems, it will not B in my life time unless I decide 2 take out my blood and then reinsert it back into my body, after I first run it through a lab electrolysis system specially created to insert a powerful electrical charge, of cancelled out south polarity charge, and then run into a cellular-integrity reprogramming device that literally runs every possible vibration along the entire electromagnetic spectrum from the absolute lowest low ends through the absolute highest high ends, several times, until the blood on a cellular level has reprogrammed back into total cellular perfection. When transfused with the new blood, cellular reprogramming on an entire physical level is then accomplished. I really have no desire 2 do this, Y remain here in hell, one damn moment Admiral longer than I need 2, it would B insanity on my part.
Here is another constant parallel event with me. I am punished 4 every and any enjoyment and or fun that I ever attempt in any small way 2 create 4 myself, EVERY MOTHER FUCKING TIME, NO FUCKING EXCEPTIONS, RON AND JOHN. Every time I get LIGHTNING real close 2 me, and coming around as she did last Sunday night; THEY MAKE IT HELL 4 days and days. Every time I go 2 the beach 2B with my ATLANTIC OCEAN, and swim, as I did again yesterday, THEY MAKE IT HELL 4 days and days. I am not allowed 2 do one mother fucking thing of pleasantness and joy, without getting back 5-10 fold, evil horrific shit from these diseased toilet product injesters. LIGHTNING came all over me and stayed with me 4 many hours after a horrible diseased wicked detestable and monstrous fucking weekend, last weekend. On 2 occasions, she electrified the entire park, causing a gigantic stream of the most beautiful aqua-marine colored glowing light 2 just hover between the incoming electrical wires into the RV Park, and above them by somewhere around 50 feet. The buzzing and humming noise was just like having my beautiful and awesome giant coil right with me on the ASTRAL PLANE, as many times I do. She does not stay that way long however, as she tells me we cannot make passionate love together until she shapes-out into my tall athletic blond bombshell with long bright shining hair as bright as looking directly into the noon day freaking sun.
I have a lot 2 say, but 2 much 2 do 2 go on blogging. PLEASE TRY AND HELP ME WUTH ANYTHING U CAN MY SURFER CLUB FRIENDS, THANK U. This is not fiction, and I am not a nut. U must believe that. I have proof, but no one will accept that, how fucking fair is that. I take proof of a major thing being done 2 me over 2 the Voorhees Township Police Station back in 1990 in the first week of January, and they take me 2 a crises center. This wickedness on a global mother-fucking scale, and remember peeps out her, this could just end up happening 2 U and your children and others whom U love, so if it ever does, and U do not help me now, do not EVER come running 2 me THEN, 4 me 2 help U, that would B ultimate gall and balls. BYE-BYE U-ALL, take care Gov Kali Callio, I AM BACK, and yes, I am HERE.
End Transmission:
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
chapter #16
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
WASHCLOTHS, WASHBURN’S, AND WATSON CLUES
Wednesday, 28 April, 2010, 12:55 Post Meridian
World Labs SBT-DATFILE: 042810.540
Beginning Transmission:
I am under heavy sky siege today, Ron Wirtz Senior, Camden County Prosecutor, and John Judy, Atlantic County Probation Officer, both the great hick-state of New Jersey, where I have come 2 know and love, corruption or not, and soon plan 2 return freaking 2, and I surely hope both of UR well and updating yourselves with the BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN. Naturally, I do get up set and really go off sometimes, but if I were 2 keep it inside and not use blogging if only 4 therapeutic purposes, I might act out more aggressively given enough never ending torment and pressure by my diseased filthy despicable deplorable enemies, and then who needs 4 a problem like that 2 come along, rather just get over 2 the damn library and blog away and try 2 tell anybody remotely interested in my story, what is happening and keeping U generally updated and apprised of all the new circumstances in the life of MOUNTAINPEN, as well as all new ideas that come 2 me as a result, and also continue my long process of telling a story that is literally ages and eons long from past experiences and interactions, all throughout both ASTRALITY, and all of the 5th dimensional hyperspace.
I was hit around 8:30 this morning by a super health attack, the pucking enemies or the mighty WOMO-UNITAWF System, (WUS), only by no means R these crumb bag no conscience peeds wusses. Yesterday while I was out, Ron and John, but not the surfer dudes of the great LONG BEACH ISLAND, AMY-LOUISE CICONE and CPA family there, anyway, while I was out at this very library doing my blog work, somebody thought they were a cute ass piece of toilet water drinking prick, and illegally got into my RV back in WHITE JULIA CITY section here in this city of Fort Pierce, FLORIDA, NJUSAESMWG, and pucked with one of my video components. They somehow removed the batteries inside the compartment of my DVD-VCR remote control stick, and did something, and then put some small sticky piece of some kind of adhesive tape over the back cover, it WAS NOT THERE B4 YESTERDAY AND I KNOW THAT 4 SURE, AND WOULD SWAR 2 THIS IN COURT, MY ‘SURFERS’. When I tried 2 make the thing work 2 watch a movie after getting home and out of a cold shower, it would not work. I had 2 mess with the thing 4 quite a while, and nothing was wrong with the batteries, they test strong on the tester that was in the trunk of my car when I left 4 this miserable trip 2 Florida back on the 11th or 12th day of last December, and they now work as well as they did B4 after I kept taking them out and putting them back in, as I said, that mother pucking hicking sticking cheating flying Snyder-scum mafia scuz, person or plural persons that illegally VIOLATED MY CIVIL RIGHTS DOING THIS PROPERTY ‘MC-GUIRE’ DAMAGE 2 ME, were most likely in league and obviously under Snyder-Orders 2 carry out this shit on me, flames, and water witches all notwithstanding from the middle of 1983 Copyright Office of the United States of America!!!!!! If not McGuire and Eddie boy mobster, then someone, but it WAS DONE, and some one is soon gonna feel a hell of a damn lot more than just my Admiral Whalespock shoe up their ass!!!!!!!!!!! Whether or not any tears will B colored in blue, the next line from my 1986 song totally applies as well, as I do not care one bit 4 these monster-ass peeps, nor the antics they pull against me, this is not simple criminal mischief, not when it all has been and still currently is all part of an ongoing MAJOR HYPER-TIME CRIMINAL CONSPIRACY, WRECKING AN INNOCENT PERSON’S LIFE TOTALLY 4 AT LKLEAST A SOLID QUARTER OF A CENTURY NOW, BRO!!!!!!!!! The chemtrail poison is making me cough and hock, not hick, but whether I am here in Florida or back in New Jersey, no difference, same old same old, same shit on a different day, and at different times. Shortly after the horrendous civil rights violation on my person with a horrific bowel and shit attack waking me up in total agony, came the nasty sky, and one very loud and low private plane that zenithed over my RV. The plane was around quarter past ten this faggot morning. I still am hurting in my guts, as well as in my chest, coughing and trying 2 keep my pucking cheated Flyers Hickey Team from 1986, clear. U know, there R some interesting things going on, but unbloggable quite naturally. 4 all this world knows, and only certain good loyal fans of one tremendous recording artist in particular know what is being said here, these chemtrails may have effected your life, do not B so quick 2 think, “oh yeah, right” MI, U know I am being straight with U. The man who I used 2 work with at the job site back in New Jersey, a trash company called, Cifaloglio, in the Folsom area along highway 54, Mister Roy Carl Weiler Senior, and a published author of a fantastic book called, “Secrets of the Museum”, about the Egg Harbor, New Jersey, Roundhouse Museum, told me all about these trails in the sky. He knew lots of wild stuff, and was a crewman a while back on the JAVA. He told me just weeks B4 last years huge US and global influenza scare, that these CHEMTRAILS R RESPONCIBLE 4 ALL THESE NEW ILLNESSES, INCLUDING THE PSYCHIATRIC ONES THAT CHILDREN R ALL GETTING NOW. The entire global financial game being played, is the mighty world owners against all of us poor frail nothing little piles of shit who never in any way or shape or form will have any power or ability in the real world of fighting them on their level, or any real meaningful level. Movies made in entertainment and fictional ways, do intentional harm 2 the cause of getting this hurting of the innocents the world over exposed and hopefully eventually stopped and prosecuted someday. None of U have a clue what is happening. There is a world organization that most of U do not know is out there, that recently was able 2 force Germany 2 hand over 50 million documents, all pertaining 2 the horrors of war crimes during the greatest war that historians R aware of on this planet, called World War II. I forget the name, something like International tracing something or other. My pernt 2 all of this Archie Queen of Bunkers is simply this lads and lassies and Labs: Here is a proof in and of itself 2 a blind person, really searching 2C truths, that if this kind of stuff can go down and happen in this wonderful world that most of U love so much and would wish 2 exist in it forever in your awake mind’s point of deceived view, then this verifies that U have no right 2 absolutely make a claim that POSITIVELY NO TRUTH CAN B IN THE CLAIMS OF POOR MOUNTAINPEN, OR WITHIN HIS STORY THAT HE CALLES MORIANITY!!!!! B—U—L—L-----S—H—I—T, BRAHHHHH!!!
The things that I know and could tell U right now would leave U literally crapping inside of your shorts everybody. This world is filled with monstrous horrific injustices, the world and time over. No area in location or time on this diseased puke swallowing planet, is immune or ever will B really, from this awful ass reality peeps!!!! We have talked about the paranormal aspects of Y things R happening the way they R, and I have done my gods honest best 2 show illustrations of how my explanations 2 the entire deal, is the only one that really can fit all the entire equation of humanity. This is all poor Albert Einstein ever tried 2 do with his formulas and ideas of figuring out the laws of the cosmos. I doubt he ever had pet sheep that could say his name, but the movie really is a must C, it is great and will make all laugh until UR either blue from windless lungs, or brown from defecating in your drawers. It was done in 1988, produced by Yahoo Serious, and is called YOUNG EINSTEIN, get it and watch it today. Then 4 all the doubters that think basically that I am merely a nut case on social security disability, Google up the mighty Minneapolis, Minnesota religion called, ECKANKAR. Join it 4 a while, and read their great stuff, then C if U wanna laugh at the things ol’ Mountainpen has been saying, telling, and blogging, as I am not alone here on an island with Donna, so whoooo-oooo 2 her 2. Not only were none of us born 2B alone as the great diva Donna Gaines summer puts it so well on this great song of hers, but I am not some lone island here making all these wild and way out sounding claims here over 4 years of blogging this MORIANITY project, these things R very real and they R all true. I never said that I know it all or that I am god all mighty. I do not know many things, I only say that when I claim 2 know this thing or that thing, then YO, screw U, because I KNOW, and the CCC on 10-SC Avenue and the Boardwalk has nothing 2 do with that, other than being part of some song lyrics from my music project of 2007, called, “KARAOKE LUNCHBREAK AT THE SORIAN GUARDHOUSE”, I wanted the title 2 read the SORIAN-18 GUARDHOUSE, but the examiners had a slightly different plan about that one, Melanie Bitterbad.
I was gonna print my mom’s story in her exact words, on this blog today, but since I am in a doozy of a pucked up situation right now on many fronts, this can wait until I can get my life at least semi-organized someday, and somewhat hopefully back a little bit on track, BRO!!!!!! It deserves 2B told, and 2 reasons R there 4 this. The first reason is retaliation 2 the Potter family of Chicago, Illinois, 4 what they did 2 me back in 1976,m nearly killi9ng my mother, and being willing participants in this via their operations with and through the great Astral World group known by some on this Earth, as the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, some just say the MC. There is no Dace Roth, I hit a typo yesterday on me’ whittle bwog Elmer Fwudd., WHAAAAA!!!!!! I obviously meant 2 type in DAVE ROTH.
Someone is helping me research the 3 best blog sites on the entire internet 4 me 2B on, and will even make me a great website and B the webmaster, they know all the ins and outs without spending a fortune, on getting my blogs read and exposed by those that WOULD have an interest in at least hearing my freaking story, and weeding out the ditz bags that make comments that have nothing 2 do with any of my fantastic nightmare hell, and could care freaking less. And then U think that MI heart is an ice machine, just because I wrote a silly double dumb ass song in 1986, called, “REAL GOOD GIRL”???
Once again, I want 2 stress a few quick points. First off, this is not a Mariah blog, she simply fits into lots of things throughout this nightmare story, and she made no attempt at all NOT 2B brought 2 my attention in 2008, both on this ECKANKAR plane with her music project, and on the Astral Plane with one huge wild interaction with her after another. I never ever even thought about her, so do not think I am just some obsessed fan; U would B in serious mistaken judgment with that conclusion. She sings like a caroling angel and has incredible talent and writes fantastic songs and I admit openly 2 being one of her biggest fans and always will B, all other stuff, is out of mi control, I am just telling things that happen and that happened, and as best and honestly as I am able 2 reconstruct and recollect things. Am I saying that the numerous potential connectable dots R not many and powerful and beyond fascinating? No sir I am not saying that. Am I saying that long B4 Mariah Carey ever did the 2008 project, look at all the stuff I was writing about in my blogs. If U all cannot put the 2 and 2 on a piece of notepad paper and make it come up a 4, then I SIMPLY MAY AS WELL REALLY GO DROWN MI-SELF IN THE C RIGHT NOW. U cannot tell me that is an untrue statement. The blogs R all right there, and totally chronologically accessible, as is her website, it all fits and she herself cannot tell me or any of U that it does not. www.blogger.com/ “BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN”. Then there is her fantastic website, go up on it, www.mariahcarey.com/ If I am so wrong, don’t tell me I misspelled the word Hercules, or that I need 2 break up my text with more separations and paragraphs, god all mighty, this incredible story is here in front of U all, and U act like it is totally unworthy of your attention, then U tune over and listen 2 the ditzy blogs of some teenaged starlit or recording artist, and take seriously, some ridiculous utter nonsense that any 4 year old in my day could have said, and said it much better in Hal David’s Resorts Casino letter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The blind indeed is leading the blind, CY it is silly 4 me 2 ask U then if UC what I am saying? U may B some hot shot lawyer or doctor or engineer or fortune 500 executive, some large entertainer, some powerful politician, but ask yourself one question, where will U and all of this power and net worth B, in relation 2U, in about 80 years? This tiny amount of time flashes by faster than anyone out here under 60 has a clue about. Coffee beans R stinking up your living rooms peeps, please try and wake up, just a little bit!!!!!
I AM HERE, Arnold. I am not back nor have I ever left. Got that one from U Perk. Let me ask U, would U have respected me more if I had let U get away with that night? I wrote that freaking waltz 4 my Sarah, 100 years ago, and it meant a lot 2 me. I did not need that bull shit, so I exited the scene. U and Paul and Sally, U all should B together, U and Rob the used car crook who sold me an unsafe vehicle that could have got me killed on the road along with maybe some poor old innocent persons, maybe some young kids. But none of U can do any wrong. A major left freaking death angel is striking me at exactly 10 past 2 PM as I speak. Come and get me Morty Mortino, if U can\\\\\\\||||||\\\\|||\\\ there BRR!!!!!!!!!!! Break that code, HA-HA-WHO gang from 1982!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BYE!!
END TRANSMISSION PEEPS:
WASHCLOTHS, WASHBURN’S, AND WATSON CLUES
Wednesday, 28 April, 2010, 12:55 Post Meridian
World Labs SBT-DATFILE: 042810.540
Beginning Transmission:
I am under heavy sky siege today, Ron Wirtz Senior, Camden County Prosecutor, and John Judy, Atlantic County Probation Officer, both the great hick-state of New Jersey, where I have come 2 know and love, corruption or not, and soon plan 2 return freaking 2, and I surely hope both of UR well and updating yourselves with the BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN. Naturally, I do get up set and really go off sometimes, but if I were 2 keep it inside and not use blogging if only 4 therapeutic purposes, I might act out more aggressively given enough never ending torment and pressure by my diseased filthy despicable deplorable enemies, and then who needs 4 a problem like that 2 come along, rather just get over 2 the damn library and blog away and try 2 tell anybody remotely interested in my story, what is happening and keeping U generally updated and apprised of all the new circumstances in the life of MOUNTAINPEN, as well as all new ideas that come 2 me as a result, and also continue my long process of telling a story that is literally ages and eons long from past experiences and interactions, all throughout both ASTRALITY, and all of the 5th dimensional hyperspace.
I was hit around 8:30 this morning by a super health attack, the pucking enemies or the mighty WOMO-UNITAWF System, (WUS), only by no means R these crumb bag no conscience peeds wusses. Yesterday while I was out, Ron and John, but not the surfer dudes of the great LONG BEACH ISLAND, AMY-LOUISE CICONE and CPA family there, anyway, while I was out at this very library doing my blog work, somebody thought they were a cute ass piece of toilet water drinking prick, and illegally got into my RV back in WHITE JULIA CITY section here in this city of Fort Pierce, FLORIDA, NJUSAESMWG, and pucked with one of my video components. They somehow removed the batteries inside the compartment of my DVD-VCR remote control stick, and did something, and then put some small sticky piece of some kind of adhesive tape over the back cover, it WAS NOT THERE B4 YESTERDAY AND I KNOW THAT 4 SURE, AND WOULD SWAR 2 THIS IN COURT, MY ‘SURFERS’. When I tried 2 make the thing work 2 watch a movie after getting home and out of a cold shower, it would not work. I had 2 mess with the thing 4 quite a while, and nothing was wrong with the batteries, they test strong on the tester that was in the trunk of my car when I left 4 this miserable trip 2 Florida back on the 11th or 12th day of last December, and they now work as well as they did B4 after I kept taking them out and putting them back in, as I said, that mother pucking hicking sticking cheating flying Snyder-scum mafia scuz, person or plural persons that illegally VIOLATED MY CIVIL RIGHTS DOING THIS PROPERTY ‘MC-GUIRE’ DAMAGE 2 ME, were most likely in league and obviously under Snyder-Orders 2 carry out this shit on me, flames, and water witches all notwithstanding from the middle of 1983 Copyright Office of the United States of America!!!!!! If not McGuire and Eddie boy mobster, then someone, but it WAS DONE, and some one is soon gonna feel a hell of a damn lot more than just my Admiral Whalespock shoe up their ass!!!!!!!!!!! Whether or not any tears will B colored in blue, the next line from my 1986 song totally applies as well, as I do not care one bit 4 these monster-ass peeps, nor the antics they pull against me, this is not simple criminal mischief, not when it all has been and still currently is all part of an ongoing MAJOR HYPER-TIME CRIMINAL CONSPIRACY, WRECKING AN INNOCENT PERSON’S LIFE TOTALLY 4 AT LKLEAST A SOLID QUARTER OF A CENTURY NOW, BRO!!!!!!!!! The chemtrail poison is making me cough and hock, not hick, but whether I am here in Florida or back in New Jersey, no difference, same old same old, same shit on a different day, and at different times. Shortly after the horrendous civil rights violation on my person with a horrific bowel and shit attack waking me up in total agony, came the nasty sky, and one very loud and low private plane that zenithed over my RV. The plane was around quarter past ten this faggot morning. I still am hurting in my guts, as well as in my chest, coughing and trying 2 keep my pucking cheated Flyers Hickey Team from 1986, clear. U know, there R some interesting things going on, but unbloggable quite naturally. 4 all this world knows, and only certain good loyal fans of one tremendous recording artist in particular know what is being said here, these chemtrails may have effected your life, do not B so quick 2 think, “oh yeah, right” MI, U know I am being straight with U. The man who I used 2 work with at the job site back in New Jersey, a trash company called, Cifaloglio, in the Folsom area along highway 54, Mister Roy Carl Weiler Senior, and a published author of a fantastic book called, “Secrets of the Museum”, about the Egg Harbor, New Jersey, Roundhouse Museum, told me all about these trails in the sky. He knew lots of wild stuff, and was a crewman a while back on the JAVA. He told me just weeks B4 last years huge US and global influenza scare, that these CHEMTRAILS R RESPONCIBLE 4 ALL THESE NEW ILLNESSES, INCLUDING THE PSYCHIATRIC ONES THAT CHILDREN R ALL GETTING NOW. The entire global financial game being played, is the mighty world owners against all of us poor frail nothing little piles of shit who never in any way or shape or form will have any power or ability in the real world of fighting them on their level, or any real meaningful level. Movies made in entertainment and fictional ways, do intentional harm 2 the cause of getting this hurting of the innocents the world over exposed and hopefully eventually stopped and prosecuted someday. None of U have a clue what is happening. There is a world organization that most of U do not know is out there, that recently was able 2 force Germany 2 hand over 50 million documents, all pertaining 2 the horrors of war crimes during the greatest war that historians R aware of on this planet, called World War II. I forget the name, something like International tracing something or other. My pernt 2 all of this Archie Queen of Bunkers is simply this lads and lassies and Labs: Here is a proof in and of itself 2 a blind person, really searching 2C truths, that if this kind of stuff can go down and happen in this wonderful world that most of U love so much and would wish 2 exist in it forever in your awake mind’s point of deceived view, then this verifies that U have no right 2 absolutely make a claim that POSITIVELY NO TRUTH CAN B IN THE CLAIMS OF POOR MOUNTAINPEN, OR WITHIN HIS STORY THAT HE CALLES MORIANITY!!!!! B—U—L—L-----S—H—I—T, BRAHHHHH!!!
The things that I know and could tell U right now would leave U literally crapping inside of your shorts everybody. This world is filled with monstrous horrific injustices, the world and time over. No area in location or time on this diseased puke swallowing planet, is immune or ever will B really, from this awful ass reality peeps!!!! We have talked about the paranormal aspects of Y things R happening the way they R, and I have done my gods honest best 2 show illustrations of how my explanations 2 the entire deal, is the only one that really can fit all the entire equation of humanity. This is all poor Albert Einstein ever tried 2 do with his formulas and ideas of figuring out the laws of the cosmos. I doubt he ever had pet sheep that could say his name, but the movie really is a must C, it is great and will make all laugh until UR either blue from windless lungs, or brown from defecating in your drawers. It was done in 1988, produced by Yahoo Serious, and is called YOUNG EINSTEIN, get it and watch it today. Then 4 all the doubters that think basically that I am merely a nut case on social security disability, Google up the mighty Minneapolis, Minnesota religion called, ECKANKAR. Join it 4 a while, and read their great stuff, then C if U wanna laugh at the things ol’ Mountainpen has been saying, telling, and blogging, as I am not alone here on an island with Donna, so whoooo-oooo 2 her 2. Not only were none of us born 2B alone as the great diva Donna Gaines summer puts it so well on this great song of hers, but I am not some lone island here making all these wild and way out sounding claims here over 4 years of blogging this MORIANITY project, these things R very real and they R all true. I never said that I know it all or that I am god all mighty. I do not know many things, I only say that when I claim 2 know this thing or that thing, then YO, screw U, because I KNOW, and the CCC on 10-SC Avenue and the Boardwalk has nothing 2 do with that, other than being part of some song lyrics from my music project of 2007, called, “KARAOKE LUNCHBREAK AT THE SORIAN GUARDHOUSE”, I wanted the title 2 read the SORIAN-18 GUARDHOUSE, but the examiners had a slightly different plan about that one, Melanie Bitterbad.
I was gonna print my mom’s story in her exact words, on this blog today, but since I am in a doozy of a pucked up situation right now on many fronts, this can wait until I can get my life at least semi-organized someday, and somewhat hopefully back a little bit on track, BRO!!!!!! It deserves 2B told, and 2 reasons R there 4 this. The first reason is retaliation 2 the Potter family of Chicago, Illinois, 4 what they did 2 me back in 1976,m nearly killi9ng my mother, and being willing participants in this via their operations with and through the great Astral World group known by some on this Earth, as the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, some just say the MC. There is no Dace Roth, I hit a typo yesterday on me’ whittle bwog Elmer Fwudd., WHAAAAA!!!!!! I obviously meant 2 type in DAVE ROTH.
Someone is helping me research the 3 best blog sites on the entire internet 4 me 2B on, and will even make me a great website and B the webmaster, they know all the ins and outs without spending a fortune, on getting my blogs read and exposed by those that WOULD have an interest in at least hearing my freaking story, and weeding out the ditz bags that make comments that have nothing 2 do with any of my fantastic nightmare hell, and could care freaking less. And then U think that MI heart is an ice machine, just because I wrote a silly double dumb ass song in 1986, called, “REAL GOOD GIRL”???
Once again, I want 2 stress a few quick points. First off, this is not a Mariah blog, she simply fits into lots of things throughout this nightmare story, and she made no attempt at all NOT 2B brought 2 my attention in 2008, both on this ECKANKAR plane with her music project, and on the Astral Plane with one huge wild interaction with her after another. I never ever even thought about her, so do not think I am just some obsessed fan; U would B in serious mistaken judgment with that conclusion. She sings like a caroling angel and has incredible talent and writes fantastic songs and I admit openly 2 being one of her biggest fans and always will B, all other stuff, is out of mi control, I am just telling things that happen and that happened, and as best and honestly as I am able 2 reconstruct and recollect things. Am I saying that the numerous potential connectable dots R not many and powerful and beyond fascinating? No sir I am not saying that. Am I saying that long B4 Mariah Carey ever did the 2008 project, look at all the stuff I was writing about in my blogs. If U all cannot put the 2 and 2 on a piece of notepad paper and make it come up a 4, then I SIMPLY MAY AS WELL REALLY GO DROWN MI-SELF IN THE C RIGHT NOW. U cannot tell me that is an untrue statement. The blogs R all right there, and totally chronologically accessible, as is her website, it all fits and she herself cannot tell me or any of U that it does not. www.blogger.com/ “BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN”. Then there is her fantastic website, go up on it, www.mariahcarey.com/ If I am so wrong, don’t tell me I misspelled the word Hercules, or that I need 2 break up my text with more separations and paragraphs, god all mighty, this incredible story is here in front of U all, and U act like it is totally unworthy of your attention, then U tune over and listen 2 the ditzy blogs of some teenaged starlit or recording artist, and take seriously, some ridiculous utter nonsense that any 4 year old in my day could have said, and said it much better in Hal David’s Resorts Casino letter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The blind indeed is leading the blind, CY it is silly 4 me 2 ask U then if UC what I am saying? U may B some hot shot lawyer or doctor or engineer or fortune 500 executive, some large entertainer, some powerful politician, but ask yourself one question, where will U and all of this power and net worth B, in relation 2U, in about 80 years? This tiny amount of time flashes by faster than anyone out here under 60 has a clue about. Coffee beans R stinking up your living rooms peeps, please try and wake up, just a little bit!!!!!
I AM HERE, Arnold. I am not back nor have I ever left. Got that one from U Perk. Let me ask U, would U have respected me more if I had let U get away with that night? I wrote that freaking waltz 4 my Sarah, 100 years ago, and it meant a lot 2 me. I did not need that bull shit, so I exited the scene. U and Paul and Sally, U all should B together, U and Rob the used car crook who sold me an unsafe vehicle that could have got me killed on the road along with maybe some poor old innocent persons, maybe some young kids. But none of U can do any wrong. A major left freaking death angel is striking me at exactly 10 past 2 PM as I speak. Come and get me Morty Mortino, if U can\\\\\\\||||||\\\\|||\\\ there BRR!!!!!!!!!!! Break that code, HA-HA-WHO gang from 1982!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BYE!!
END TRANSMISSION PEEPS:
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
chapter 15
THE EPTIOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
WASHCLOTHS, WASHBURNS, AND WATSON CLUES
APRIL 27, 2010, 2:36 PM, CHAPTER 15 (FIFTEEN)
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Hello world. The decision has been taken out of my hands on whether 2 ‘really’ leave this wonderful state of sunny Florida as my doctor and the year 2000 repeat thing has struck again with my problem of my wonder-medication. Enemies did what I knew they would do, nothing is shocking me, and I will B glad 2 get the pucking shit out of me, the decision has now been made 4 me, the neighbors next door were not an absolute, but my physical condition since 1983, IS A REAL THING. No PROB-BOB, but I want the world 2 know that I will never quit and kill myself as ‘they’ want me 2 and have tried 2 make happen since I have been 20 pucking years old, let us talk now about 1975, me at 20, and PUCKING, and the FLY-GUYS of Philly. I have come 2 learn from a newspaper that was in plain view at the doctor’s office yesterday, THAT I AM NOT IMAGINING ONE SINGLE THING, THE CHEATING SCUM BAG FLYERS R WHOOPING FUCKING ASS IN THE HOCKEY PLAYOFFS, AND THEY WILL WIN THE 2010 STANLEY/STACEY CUP CHAMPIONSHIP, AS THEY DID B4 BACK IN THIOSE AWFUL CONSECUTIVE YEARS 4 ME, OF 1974 AND 1975. Gee, how surprised and shocked I am Donna Meatpackergrad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let me just begin this blog with the up front honest truth that I am one angry man, who has been cursed and victimized now since birth, by some good friends of the famous Captain James T. Kirk, I speak of the famous lines from the original STAR TREK TELEVISION show, “SOMEONE OR SOMETHING”. Many fascinating things R all over the freaking internet, and even more importantly, some incredibly wild stuff is not on the internet, it no longer exists, as it has been entirely ‘REMOVED’ from reality, DON’T HAND ME FISH STORIES KIDDO HICKS, I KNOW ALL ABOUT ALL OF U, AND WHAT U ALL R CAPABLE OF DOING. U know, 2 powerful things need B addressed B4I take this blog work any further, today, or in general and forever, lads and freaking lassies and of course, let us never forget my pals, the LABRADORS. I speak of the power and truth behind the number of multiplying ONE, a total of FOUR times, DUH, the great hexnumer-16, the age endlessly of the ALL MIGHTY GODDESS, the up-line thought wave that literally down-lined into all of this and all of us. Then I speak of the power of the ALL MIGHTY ZERO. Without this zero, mathematics was powerless 2 work out its 4 basic functions that make up all the mathematical disciplines that take things into higher levels of numeration mechanics. This is Y the number of all years that begin ALL NEW DECADES, 1960, 1970, 1980, 1990, 2000, and 2010, have all been so incredibly major with me and 4 me and pertaining all throughout me, the entire being-ness of who I am in the present conscious and awake world of the space-time illusion systems of normal operating mind in normal physical life. These 6 years, 4 me, have been so incredible, that I could sit here typing throughout forever, and it would only result in wasted energy and effort, I know that as surely as I know anything else at all, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Numbers R the most powerful thing in everything anywhere and anyhow, because, any event is in fact, nothing more than the outwardly paralleling effect of cosmic numbers all interacting together in a ‘location’ known in Earth’s future, as the 7th dimension and LAWTRONICS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is not ‘really’ a location, it simply is. Y it is and all the Y’s involved, is the 8th dimension, and that is simply that, the truth, void infinity. Allow me or ‘permit’ me please mighty Uncle Heinz Gottwald of Babylon the great, as U would say so eloquently in the early seventies, 2 get into some specific things now, my Blogaudians.
I have a story that has never been told, I merely have blogged the outward appearance of a personal life, mine, and some events, and opinions, of what is all happening in this translated reality of matter, when really, all the think tankers know quite well, that everything is made up of nothing more than waves and particles. The United States government is doing a fine job, I do not fault them. If they did not literally have a master plan 2 keep all of U from knowing the actual stuff that is real and happening, the entire society would collapse overnight. They know it and I know it and it does not take some huge mind 2 in fact ‘know’ it, BRO!!!!!! There R always one times ten to the sixth power overriding energies at work here on this planet Earth. It is never going 2B any other way. When U and I were somewhere in age where things blur in even the best peoples’ memories, say between age 3-5 as a rounded off average in the global historic populations, we R at the zone-age, not 2B confused with the stone age. This zone age is when these energies from the one ASTRAL PLANE that produces all the 5 dimensions of length, width, breadth, time, and trans-dimensional parallel other universes along with our own, connects into these 1,000,000 persons, and the persons that they were, R forever suppressed beneath the overriding MILLIONTH-COUNCIL. We still feel like us in all sense of the term and idea, but really, we R more than what we just started out as, we R the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, or a part of it. There is no time or any specific mission that any one of these person’s R really on, yet whenever needed, they scramble instantly into the equation; in order 2 fulfill the ultimate goal and mission of this powerful Astral World Authority, the MC. Without things operating and working in this exact way that I have explained 2 chall’, there simply put, just would B no other way of ever rationally explaining what happens 2 not only myself, but 2 many others, that have become and I list just the obvious things here, as I’m quite positive that there R others and more groups beyond what I now am listing, THE HOMELESS, THE 3 TIME LOSERS, THOSE THAT FEEL THEY R TARGETED AND R NOT NUTS, THOSE LOCKED AWAY INSIDE A PADDED ROOM OF 1986 WOE (COPYRIGHT EXAMINERS), THOSE IN PRISON THAT REALLY WERE KIND OF ‘SET UP 2 FAIL’ FROM BIRTH, ETCETERA. I am only telling the truth, it is not so pretty, the truth may set us free as my ancestor would say so well and long ago, but it is not always real super pretty ladies and gentlemen.
I totally believe that everything that happened 2 me in Atlantic City, New Jersey, from the middle nineteen-sixties through the end of two thousand nine, as well as what happened in Babylon, Long Island, was all planned 50 million years ago by an Astral World teenaged girl and friend of the All Mighty SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, and that it is a horrible despicable game, and these girls do not C things the way that I do, nor could they care less. What I can tell the world at this precise moment in time Senator Watergate is that this was all told in 1994, in a fictional way in a book that I wrote and copyrighted, in the LIBRARY OF CONGRESS, on October 31st, called, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”. I began writing this book early in the year of 1994, and had finished it B4I left the home that my mom and I rented and shared together, owned by the mother of a New Jersey State Police Officer, named Meeker. It took about 2 months 2 complete, and it was dictated on cassette tapes, and never actually printed, but the examiners in Copyright Office, did in fact, ‘permit-me camera-man McGuire’, 2 indeed copyright the work, thank the freggin’ gods. When I lived at this home during the 3 years that I was there, many wild things happened 2 me, but then again, where have I ever lived 4 anywhere near a 3 year period where this was not the case, BRO??????
Later when I moved over 2 the Highview Apartments, in Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG, the forces that planned all of this from so long ago that it makes discussing the topic totally and absolutely ‘ridiculous’, Mack Kaiter of Northeast, Maryland Chesapeake, ALL HELL TIMES 10 TO THE 99TH BROKE LOOSE, YET STILL, it was not new, it was all planned millions of years ago by VIQUEEN MINI-GREAT JEWELLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dace Roth literally took these powerhouse secrets straight 2 the freaking grave with him back on the first week in March of 2002. Still, is there a power shift between the 1/3 and the 2/3 of the great awesome MILLIONTH-COUNCIL OR THE AWA OF THE AP???????????? U bet your freaking British Petroleum there is Georgie boy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have drawn so many dots 4 Jack Wolf McCoy 2 connect over the past 30 months or so give or take, it is ridiculous Mack ol’ bud. Still, let me add a couple more. First, it was not Massapequa Park, Long Island where Uncle Heinz Gottwald and his first wife, my Aunt Ruth Huntington lived B4 moving over into Babylon, a bit further west of the Suffolk County. The internet records show my memory is off, and that is was really the town of Amityville. Well, Mack Kaiter, and Louise Hendershot, B4 we keep painting more red exes and trinitrails from the mighty Trinidad, or connecting even more dots than this, let me just say this if I may. Jaws, my Aunt hollering the word Shark, Gloucester, Pat Hollister, the Toaster oven supposedly causing the McGuire/fire on Long Island in the early sixties, the fight over such a device in the Whales Trek-4 TV movie in none other than 1986, these dots R nothing more than cosmic numbers, all operating totally together 2 attempt 2 solve some huge gargantuan cosmic equation. Do I believe a toaster oven really burned down the house in Amityville? Do I believe the haunted house story that soon followed was a hoax? The answers 2 both of these questions is a resounding {{((YES))}}. Do I believe that I can get out of this one huge mess Stanley Stacey? The answer is a resounding {{{{{(((((((NO))))))}}}}}. Do I believe that this gang of giant girls means me one bit of good, Officer son of Sam, maintenance dude of Highview Cheers tootfairy?????
I can blow the lid off some real major things, but I am in no position 2 make any deals. I realize that there never was meant 2B an escape from the (17-again-cycle) of every 60 trillion repeating hypersphere years, I will have 2 return 2 the land where I came from, there is no escape 4 me, and I was told this, huh, cursed Sammy????????????????????? No, it was not the great General Hospital that my mom flat-lined in back in late ’97, Paula Jewels. Still, they could never diagnose what U did, big beauty queen. I wonder if the name is symbolic 2 something U may not B able 2 prevent me from doing. He was dying of some disease and the world was literally breaking into 2 pieces, wow, mi world sure has since the past 50 mega years of your miserable game.
Glad 2CUR so successful Paul Pedals. Left Elm and that nice manner there, 2 move into Judge Raso’s city, of Blueberryville? Oh yeah, right. Well, my grand mom said something moments B4 her physical death as Grace Isabelle Huntington Mason, on Ranstead Street in Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG in 1963. I echo her sentiments perfectly and a hundred percent. “I’ll CU IN HELL”. So Y did U tell me these things Jim Batches Burr Burke????????????? Life forever altered 4 me the second U told me what U told me Jimmy boy. U hairless crippled up piece of crap, Jim, U and wonder-woman Elsie, yeah-BRO, how I love U Lenny Briscoe. U were never afraid 2 tell the truth when peeps were rotten 2 the mother fucking core on that wonderful Law and Order Television show. Everything is totally explainable, when U realize just who and what the Millionth-Council is, and just what they do and how they do it, it is not real pretty, but that is the reality of shit sunny boy Jimmy Dean and your boating companion Christine Gottwald Myers, how U doin’ there cuz????????????????? Still have those 25 inch biceps, YO?????? Here is a story of biceps and how they ‘fit’ into the ‘picture’ of things, along with quite a bit more as well, peeps. I am at my doctor’s office yesterday, and I no sooner am inside when I sit down and after the office staff recognized that I was indeed there and awaiting my medical appointment, I could not miss seeing the newspaper right there on the table along with some magazines about babies and nursing, so natch, I pick up the pape, who am I 2 care about the other stuff, I got shafted out of this when it really counted, so I look over and the sports page is open, and right there, and just as I said GINA, and TOLD AND PREDICTED, FLYERS WILL WIN AND WIN AND WIN AND WIN AND WIN, THE DOW JONES WILL KEEP FLYING UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, ENDLESSLY AND FUCKING FOREVER. I know this because I totally understand how parallel event operates, and know with total certainty that it is being used against me and has been since at least the year of 1986. TOLD U GINA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U do not need 2B some mighty prophet of everything 2 know about PARALLEL EVENT, copyright examiners of 1988!!!!!!!!! After the newspaper and the bad news was confirmed at the docks office, a deaf man could not miss hearing the talk going on in the staff office between the dock and the staff nurses. It was all about many recording artistes, and entertainers, ending with a movie made by who else other than lovely luscious monster-slapper JANE FONDA of the ONES NIGHTMARE CLUB!!!!!!!!! Then when I am in the room where the pre-exam is done, the taller girl nurse, towering over me like the Empire State Building, takes my blood pressure, and in all the time my blood pressure has been taken in my miserable freaking life, never has it been done in the way that she did it, BRAH!!!!!!! She extended my fist and arm out, and with her other arm that was very large just like my powerful cousin Christine Gottwald Myers of Long Island, at least when I was a youth, she caused my fist 2B braced hard and pressed firmly against the inside of her powerful huge arm that was more solid than the freaking rock of Gibraltar. I almost ejaculated in my pants, and my blood pressure shot up so high it was making cirrus clouds appear quite low in comparison. When I asked the doctor 4 an extras blood pressure pill in my prescription, going from 15 up from 10 milligrams per day, he said no, and hear my pressure was sky high, so did he know what just happened, or does he want me 2 stroke fucking out and die. If I do stroke out, I will have a gigantic law suit against him. He handed me the same shit I was handed about my other med, I need a sike dock 2 write it, he will not. So back 2 New Jersey I must go. The decision was totally taken out of me’ hands maitees, YARR!!!!
Well, I have let enough kitty cats out of the bag 4 right now, Maggie has been totally hacked and destroyed, of course unless some huge incident is caused by the machine, I would not most likely know of it, no radio, no television, U know the pix peeps, like duh!!!!!!!!!
Pee Junior, I know U can somehow read these blogs. U can do anything, and I am so proud of all of my flesh and blood. Guess they R embarrassed by me, huh Billy Harner? No sweat Steve Pre, lots more than the old ALU is corrupt around these parts, there partner, I reckon. In any event P, U know I’m here, I know UR there. Sorry I could not do better here in Florida, the gods know I busted me’ ol’ tail honey buds. Do not blame me please, I have not, nor will I, ever quit. Also, I burned the charts last night, so daughter Fisher, try finding them now. I do not owe U the stinky rotting sweat off my back in hot-ass July. UC peeps, I learned from me’ ol’ doctor yes-turd-day, that the stinking state of Florida, GAVE him Mel fisher and his family, the full rights 2 gods ocean in this treasure-coast, so my charts became worthless overnight. I went from a potential 10 billion dollar net worth someday down 2 zero overnight, my market totally crashed yesterday, it was the worse mother fucking day in my entire life. I AM OUT OF THIS FUCKING MISERABLE STATE. The corruption is even worse in NEW JERSEY, the bastard state treasurer, denied my rightful tax refund of 200 bucks a few days ago. Thank the fucking gods my federal money came in, that will let me get the fuck out of fucking Florida, and a getting I am, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ain’t fucking life wonderful when the HUNTINGTON CURSE has a person right smack dab by the mother fucking balls 4 nearly 55 and one half queers, rapies and germiblows?????????
Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger of KALI-ECK Callio CALI, I AM HERE, BUDDY, let this motherfucking disease try and take me out, just lettem sir, I am ready 4 the fucking fight of my fucking life.
END OF THIS SATANIC DEMONIC FUCKED UP TRANSMISSION: BYE-BYE, ‘yall!!!!
WASHCLOTHS, WASHBURNS, AND WATSON CLUES
APRIL 27, 2010, 2:36 PM, CHAPTER 15 (FIFTEEN)
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Hello world. The decision has been taken out of my hands on whether 2 ‘really’ leave this wonderful state of sunny Florida as my doctor and the year 2000 repeat thing has struck again with my problem of my wonder-medication. Enemies did what I knew they would do, nothing is shocking me, and I will B glad 2 get the pucking shit out of me, the decision has now been made 4 me, the neighbors next door were not an absolute, but my physical condition since 1983, IS A REAL THING. No PROB-BOB, but I want the world 2 know that I will never quit and kill myself as ‘they’ want me 2 and have tried 2 make happen since I have been 20 pucking years old, let us talk now about 1975, me at 20, and PUCKING, and the FLY-GUYS of Philly. I have come 2 learn from a newspaper that was in plain view at the doctor’s office yesterday, THAT I AM NOT IMAGINING ONE SINGLE THING, THE CHEATING SCUM BAG FLYERS R WHOOPING FUCKING ASS IN THE HOCKEY PLAYOFFS, AND THEY WILL WIN THE 2010 STANLEY/STACEY CUP CHAMPIONSHIP, AS THEY DID B4 BACK IN THIOSE AWFUL CONSECUTIVE YEARS 4 ME, OF 1974 AND 1975. Gee, how surprised and shocked I am Donna Meatpackergrad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let me just begin this blog with the up front honest truth that I am one angry man, who has been cursed and victimized now since birth, by some good friends of the famous Captain James T. Kirk, I speak of the famous lines from the original STAR TREK TELEVISION show, “SOMEONE OR SOMETHING”. Many fascinating things R all over the freaking internet, and even more importantly, some incredibly wild stuff is not on the internet, it no longer exists, as it has been entirely ‘REMOVED’ from reality, DON’T HAND ME FISH STORIES KIDDO HICKS, I KNOW ALL ABOUT ALL OF U, AND WHAT U ALL R CAPABLE OF DOING. U know, 2 powerful things need B addressed B4I take this blog work any further, today, or in general and forever, lads and freaking lassies and of course, let us never forget my pals, the LABRADORS. I speak of the power and truth behind the number of multiplying ONE, a total of FOUR times, DUH, the great hexnumer-16, the age endlessly of the ALL MIGHTY GODDESS, the up-line thought wave that literally down-lined into all of this and all of us. Then I speak of the power of the ALL MIGHTY ZERO. Without this zero, mathematics was powerless 2 work out its 4 basic functions that make up all the mathematical disciplines that take things into higher levels of numeration mechanics. This is Y the number of all years that begin ALL NEW DECADES, 1960, 1970, 1980, 1990, 2000, and 2010, have all been so incredibly major with me and 4 me and pertaining all throughout me, the entire being-ness of who I am in the present conscious and awake world of the space-time illusion systems of normal operating mind in normal physical life. These 6 years, 4 me, have been so incredible, that I could sit here typing throughout forever, and it would only result in wasted energy and effort, I know that as surely as I know anything else at all, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Numbers R the most powerful thing in everything anywhere and anyhow, because, any event is in fact, nothing more than the outwardly paralleling effect of cosmic numbers all interacting together in a ‘location’ known in Earth’s future, as the 7th dimension and LAWTRONICS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is not ‘really’ a location, it simply is. Y it is and all the Y’s involved, is the 8th dimension, and that is simply that, the truth, void infinity. Allow me or ‘permit’ me please mighty Uncle Heinz Gottwald of Babylon the great, as U would say so eloquently in the early seventies, 2 get into some specific things now, my Blogaudians.
I have a story that has never been told, I merely have blogged the outward appearance of a personal life, mine, and some events, and opinions, of what is all happening in this translated reality of matter, when really, all the think tankers know quite well, that everything is made up of nothing more than waves and particles. The United States government is doing a fine job, I do not fault them. If they did not literally have a master plan 2 keep all of U from knowing the actual stuff that is real and happening, the entire society would collapse overnight. They know it and I know it and it does not take some huge mind 2 in fact ‘know’ it, BRO!!!!!! There R always one times ten to the sixth power overriding energies at work here on this planet Earth. It is never going 2B any other way. When U and I were somewhere in age where things blur in even the best peoples’ memories, say between age 3-5 as a rounded off average in the global historic populations, we R at the zone-age, not 2B confused with the stone age. This zone age is when these energies from the one ASTRAL PLANE that produces all the 5 dimensions of length, width, breadth, time, and trans-dimensional parallel other universes along with our own, connects into these 1,000,000 persons, and the persons that they were, R forever suppressed beneath the overriding MILLIONTH-COUNCIL. We still feel like us in all sense of the term and idea, but really, we R more than what we just started out as, we R the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, or a part of it. There is no time or any specific mission that any one of these person’s R really on, yet whenever needed, they scramble instantly into the equation; in order 2 fulfill the ultimate goal and mission of this powerful Astral World Authority, the MC. Without things operating and working in this exact way that I have explained 2 chall’, there simply put, just would B no other way of ever rationally explaining what happens 2 not only myself, but 2 many others, that have become and I list just the obvious things here, as I’m quite positive that there R others and more groups beyond what I now am listing, THE HOMELESS, THE 3 TIME LOSERS, THOSE THAT FEEL THEY R TARGETED AND R NOT NUTS, THOSE LOCKED AWAY INSIDE A PADDED ROOM OF 1986 WOE (COPYRIGHT EXAMINERS), THOSE IN PRISON THAT REALLY WERE KIND OF ‘SET UP 2 FAIL’ FROM BIRTH, ETCETERA. I am only telling the truth, it is not so pretty, the truth may set us free as my ancestor would say so well and long ago, but it is not always real super pretty ladies and gentlemen.
I totally believe that everything that happened 2 me in Atlantic City, New Jersey, from the middle nineteen-sixties through the end of two thousand nine, as well as what happened in Babylon, Long Island, was all planned 50 million years ago by an Astral World teenaged girl and friend of the All Mighty SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, and that it is a horrible despicable game, and these girls do not C things the way that I do, nor could they care less. What I can tell the world at this precise moment in time Senator Watergate is that this was all told in 1994, in a fictional way in a book that I wrote and copyrighted, in the LIBRARY OF CONGRESS, on October 31st, called, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”. I began writing this book early in the year of 1994, and had finished it B4I left the home that my mom and I rented and shared together, owned by the mother of a New Jersey State Police Officer, named Meeker. It took about 2 months 2 complete, and it was dictated on cassette tapes, and never actually printed, but the examiners in Copyright Office, did in fact, ‘permit-me camera-man McGuire’, 2 indeed copyright the work, thank the freggin’ gods. When I lived at this home during the 3 years that I was there, many wild things happened 2 me, but then again, where have I ever lived 4 anywhere near a 3 year period where this was not the case, BRO??????
Later when I moved over 2 the Highview Apartments, in Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG, the forces that planned all of this from so long ago that it makes discussing the topic totally and absolutely ‘ridiculous’, Mack Kaiter of Northeast, Maryland Chesapeake, ALL HELL TIMES 10 TO THE 99TH BROKE LOOSE, YET STILL, it was not new, it was all planned millions of years ago by VIQUEEN MINI-GREAT JEWELLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dace Roth literally took these powerhouse secrets straight 2 the freaking grave with him back on the first week in March of 2002. Still, is there a power shift between the 1/3 and the 2/3 of the great awesome MILLIONTH-COUNCIL OR THE AWA OF THE AP???????????? U bet your freaking British Petroleum there is Georgie boy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have drawn so many dots 4 Jack Wolf McCoy 2 connect over the past 30 months or so give or take, it is ridiculous Mack ol’ bud. Still, let me add a couple more. First, it was not Massapequa Park, Long Island where Uncle Heinz Gottwald and his first wife, my Aunt Ruth Huntington lived B4 moving over into Babylon, a bit further west of the Suffolk County. The internet records show my memory is off, and that is was really the town of Amityville. Well, Mack Kaiter, and Louise Hendershot, B4 we keep painting more red exes and trinitrails from the mighty Trinidad, or connecting even more dots than this, let me just say this if I may. Jaws, my Aunt hollering the word Shark, Gloucester, Pat Hollister, the Toaster oven supposedly causing the McGuire/fire on Long Island in the early sixties, the fight over such a device in the Whales Trek-4 TV movie in none other than 1986, these dots R nothing more than cosmic numbers, all operating totally together 2 attempt 2 solve some huge gargantuan cosmic equation. Do I believe a toaster oven really burned down the house in Amityville? Do I believe the haunted house story that soon followed was a hoax? The answers 2 both of these questions is a resounding {{((YES))}}. Do I believe that I can get out of this one huge mess Stanley Stacey? The answer is a resounding {{{{{(((((((NO))))))}}}}}. Do I believe that this gang of giant girls means me one bit of good, Officer son of Sam, maintenance dude of Highview Cheers tootfairy?????
I can blow the lid off some real major things, but I am in no position 2 make any deals. I realize that there never was meant 2B an escape from the (17-again-cycle) of every 60 trillion repeating hypersphere years, I will have 2 return 2 the land where I came from, there is no escape 4 me, and I was told this, huh, cursed Sammy????????????????????? No, it was not the great General Hospital that my mom flat-lined in back in late ’97, Paula Jewels. Still, they could never diagnose what U did, big beauty queen. I wonder if the name is symbolic 2 something U may not B able 2 prevent me from doing. He was dying of some disease and the world was literally breaking into 2 pieces, wow, mi world sure has since the past 50 mega years of your miserable game.
Glad 2CUR so successful Paul Pedals. Left Elm and that nice manner there, 2 move into Judge Raso’s city, of Blueberryville? Oh yeah, right. Well, my grand mom said something moments B4 her physical death as Grace Isabelle Huntington Mason, on Ranstead Street in Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG in 1963. I echo her sentiments perfectly and a hundred percent. “I’ll CU IN HELL”. So Y did U tell me these things Jim Batches Burr Burke????????????? Life forever altered 4 me the second U told me what U told me Jimmy boy. U hairless crippled up piece of crap, Jim, U and wonder-woman Elsie, yeah-BRO, how I love U Lenny Briscoe. U were never afraid 2 tell the truth when peeps were rotten 2 the mother fucking core on that wonderful Law and Order Television show. Everything is totally explainable, when U realize just who and what the Millionth-Council is, and just what they do and how they do it, it is not real pretty, but that is the reality of shit sunny boy Jimmy Dean and your boating companion Christine Gottwald Myers, how U doin’ there cuz????????????????? Still have those 25 inch biceps, YO?????? Here is a story of biceps and how they ‘fit’ into the ‘picture’ of things, along with quite a bit more as well, peeps. I am at my doctor’s office yesterday, and I no sooner am inside when I sit down and after the office staff recognized that I was indeed there and awaiting my medical appointment, I could not miss seeing the newspaper right there on the table along with some magazines about babies and nursing, so natch, I pick up the pape, who am I 2 care about the other stuff, I got shafted out of this when it really counted, so I look over and the sports page is open, and right there, and just as I said GINA, and TOLD AND PREDICTED, FLYERS WILL WIN AND WIN AND WIN AND WIN AND WIN, THE DOW JONES WILL KEEP FLYING UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, ENDLESSLY AND FUCKING FOREVER. I know this because I totally understand how parallel event operates, and know with total certainty that it is being used against me and has been since at least the year of 1986. TOLD U GINA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U do not need 2B some mighty prophet of everything 2 know about PARALLEL EVENT, copyright examiners of 1988!!!!!!!!! After the newspaper and the bad news was confirmed at the docks office, a deaf man could not miss hearing the talk going on in the staff office between the dock and the staff nurses. It was all about many recording artistes, and entertainers, ending with a movie made by who else other than lovely luscious monster-slapper JANE FONDA of the ONES NIGHTMARE CLUB!!!!!!!!! Then when I am in the room where the pre-exam is done, the taller girl nurse, towering over me like the Empire State Building, takes my blood pressure, and in all the time my blood pressure has been taken in my miserable freaking life, never has it been done in the way that she did it, BRAH!!!!!!! She extended my fist and arm out, and with her other arm that was very large just like my powerful cousin Christine Gottwald Myers of Long Island, at least when I was a youth, she caused my fist 2B braced hard and pressed firmly against the inside of her powerful huge arm that was more solid than the freaking rock of Gibraltar. I almost ejaculated in my pants, and my blood pressure shot up so high it was making cirrus clouds appear quite low in comparison. When I asked the doctor 4 an extras blood pressure pill in my prescription, going from 15 up from 10 milligrams per day, he said no, and hear my pressure was sky high, so did he know what just happened, or does he want me 2 stroke fucking out and die. If I do stroke out, I will have a gigantic law suit against him. He handed me the same shit I was handed about my other med, I need a sike dock 2 write it, he will not. So back 2 New Jersey I must go. The decision was totally taken out of me’ hands maitees, YARR!!!!
Well, I have let enough kitty cats out of the bag 4 right now, Maggie has been totally hacked and destroyed, of course unless some huge incident is caused by the machine, I would not most likely know of it, no radio, no television, U know the pix peeps, like duh!!!!!!!!!
Pee Junior, I know U can somehow read these blogs. U can do anything, and I am so proud of all of my flesh and blood. Guess they R embarrassed by me, huh Billy Harner? No sweat Steve Pre, lots more than the old ALU is corrupt around these parts, there partner, I reckon. In any event P, U know I’m here, I know UR there. Sorry I could not do better here in Florida, the gods know I busted me’ ol’ tail honey buds. Do not blame me please, I have not, nor will I, ever quit. Also, I burned the charts last night, so daughter Fisher, try finding them now. I do not owe U the stinky rotting sweat off my back in hot-ass July. UC peeps, I learned from me’ ol’ doctor yes-turd-day, that the stinking state of Florida, GAVE him Mel fisher and his family, the full rights 2 gods ocean in this treasure-coast, so my charts became worthless overnight. I went from a potential 10 billion dollar net worth someday down 2 zero overnight, my market totally crashed yesterday, it was the worse mother fucking day in my entire life. I AM OUT OF THIS FUCKING MISERABLE STATE. The corruption is even worse in NEW JERSEY, the bastard state treasurer, denied my rightful tax refund of 200 bucks a few days ago. Thank the fucking gods my federal money came in, that will let me get the fuck out of fucking Florida, and a getting I am, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ain’t fucking life wonderful when the HUNTINGTON CURSE has a person right smack dab by the mother fucking balls 4 nearly 55 and one half queers, rapies and germiblows?????????
Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger of KALI-ECK Callio CALI, I AM HERE, BUDDY, let this motherfucking disease try and take me out, just lettem sir, I am ready 4 the fucking fight of my fucking life.
END OF THIS SATANIC DEMONIC FUCKED UP TRANSMISSION: BYE-BYE, ‘yall!!!!
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