THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
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C07-062610.380-BLOG CHAPTER #07
“Get Your Bloody Freaking Shoe Out of my Taxicab, Estelle Bassler, etc.
AE2MCSBT, now that I am really onto things, BRO, and we now,
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Starting on the next blog, this book will end and we will B doing the ‘real-end’ of all things pertaining 2 Mountainpen/Morianity, and will B labeling and titling the work as “SAFE-JOURNAL”. This is because, I was keeping a cassette taped life journal, starting on February first in the year of 1983, and thanks 2 descendants of the ALL MIGHTY EXPLORATRON and better known historically as EXPLORER, DEGAMA, it has all been totally wiped out and destroyed. It seems that April Lee, my Florida social worker, has attempted 2 learn about all the things that I lost, and it appears indeed, it is all gone, disposed of or in the hands of in my luck,. Unscrupulous peeps that could potentially, make the Senator Thompson interaction become part of this section of the hyperspace, in any event, I have forever lost a 5 thousand dollar television, a 40 thousand dollar stereo, and all of my clothes, pictures, papers, computer print outs, discs, tapes both A/V, and many other personal mementos, leaving it behind in exchange 4 saving my life, on that dark despicable night of the eleventh of last December, 2K9. Ann told me she cleaned my trailer back at Jenny Plageman’s Park in Mullica, New Jersey and got nothing out of it. U will hear the letter, not really U all, really me, as it just will now B safely tucked away in the powers of GOOGLE ENGINES and its owned blogger site of blogger dot com. I no longer give a rats behind who reads or does not read this stuff, it is all real, it is not made up, it is powerful, and it is my SAFE-JOURNAL, one that even the great DeGama cannot make ‘go away’, huh Jack Mick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On top of wiping out my life, this Atlantic City, New Jersey branch of DeGama’s mighty crew from the ‘future’, here and now, Ann King Silva was not working 35 hours 2 help me clean out of stuff, 4 nothing. She knew I had no money, and that I was on disability, it amazes me beyond any description how peeps think disabled peeps R FILTHY FUCKING RICH, it totally blows my mother fucking cunt eating mind!!!!! I have noticed it with everyone, Paul Pedersen, David Roth, the DeGama descendants in the Atlantic City and New Jersey family branches, and many others. It shows just how effective our new education and school systems must really B, DUH!!!!!! I have recently come 2 learn that I have not been quite as BOZKAHN’D Captain James Kirk, as I once recently had come 2 believe. Some would say I wanted 2B deceived by that delusion, well my response is that I have ears, know order of time events, and put the ‘2’s and 2’s’ together as best as is humanly possible, but still, the Bruce Pennock syndrome is always there 2 greet all of us, NEVER B DECEIVED ABOUT THAT TRUTH AND WISDOM-BITE THERE MY PEEPS!!!!!!!! We can forget about the 20’s, and barking yelping dogs, my friendly whittle 600 examiners. How I learned this is not important, I legitimately learned it. I am happy about it, I have no need 2 feel important, and any mention of this nonsense via some of the Dick Wolf stories such as the rock star and his daughter, is either purely as they claim, unintentional and coincidental, all of it that is, defying the odds necessary 2 win about 50 mega-million dollar jackpots, but that is a story 4 later journals, YO, anyway, I respect those peeps who do the Rob Hartley thing, U know, turn the page, we all must, even ol’ ass hole Mountainpen, if we do not, the page eventually wears out and crumbles up, leaving us in EWI, Mister big television Mayor. Wow would U have a fit if U read this blog today, Terry of Egg Harbor City, New Jersey, USAESMWG!!!!! I will B all over the place, if U do not like it, SUE ME, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Clock attacks from the disease-weeds of Jane not fond-a, R ON A ROLL!!!!!!! I cannot escape seeing constant and fucking continuous ones, they R all around me like flies on stenched fucking disease, Doctor Cloaked McCoy!!!!!! Anyone that is willing 2 explain 2 me how a person who bends over runt slapping backwards 2 avoid seeing one-eleven and eleven-fucking-eleven every gods-dog day, yet is struck hard and pure-evil by this constantly, and can give me a real world good explanation, I’ll mother fucking shit myself at the freaking speed of light tri-squared!!!!!! The reason that I do not get the same curb service that Wendy does, the girl on the other side of the duplex home I am in, is that she is in a state programmed 4 handicapped peeps, and the social worker is helping me out of the kindness of her heart even though I am not on it. I am however, now a legal Florida resident, and road driver, my temporary car tag is on the car, and all of the New Jersey ID is gone and off. She helps me with a lot of things, but this evil place has no break 4 peeps like me, special ed cases, it cost me 408 fucking dollars, and I want 2 tell U all a story that can B all fact checked and totally verified by any doubter of me, and I know that I have many, so go screw your grandmas. A policeman that walked out 2 my vehicle yesterday 2 get the legal VIN number and odometer mileage reading, and he told me that the price never was this high until quite recently, the price actually doubled back last September, right shy of my hyperspace daughter Pee’s 11th birthday. Many numbers R so magical, but this new journal is public and not private, so even though lots of shit will B covered today, another Paula comes 2 mind, from WAYV Jersey FM Radio, and I must B real damn ass careful!!!! So who knew all ready, THEN, that I would B coming 2 live in FLORIDA, well, believe me, THEY knew, they knew it all, and BLUEBOOK IS A HUGE FUCKING WORK OF BULLSHIT FICTION!!!! {TIME TRAVEL IS REAL} AND I WILL B GETTING INTO JUST HOW THE IDEA OF parlor tricks R now falling very short of the mark IN EXPLAINING JUST 2 MANY FREAKING ASS THINGS, BRO!!!!!!!
There is no other way 2 explain a lot of new things that R all going down and have been going down, and it supports a whacky quantum dynamics theory that even old Albert refused 2 recognize until just B4 the time of his death, this is also fact check verifiable, peeps, so check it out, Mister BBBBB!!!!!!! In order 2 have certain things atomically unlock they first must unlock in stages in both matter and antimatter directions of movement in the 4th dimension, this is QM LAW!!!!!! Again, I know what is being totally said here, and this not being a private and safe journal, means I have 2 shut my fucking mouth B4 the next strike on the river, and we will get into this newest house of horrors in this blog, and that is a fucking promise. I discussed an incident at a psychic shop in New Jersey back in the year of 1996, called “THE GATHERING PLACE”, where my hub cap was hammered and broken while I was inside, and even heard it being done, the brazen cock sucking prick. When I got a short ways away from there, I stopped at a phone 2 call my house 2 let my mom know when I would B home 4 dinner. While trying 2 speak 2 her, a young African American male child kept telling me 2 look at my hub cap. He had just popped up out of nowhere at the place where I was telephoning my mom from, and how did he know that this was just done then and not done maybe weeks or even months B4 this, how? This same child is still around, and is still about the same age, and I would never forget his face in a million years, he is right here in Florida, hangs around the place I am in a lot, and no one knows ‘really’ exactly who (he) is. Now 4 some science information: Even when factoring in INTEG-MOLECULAR CELLULAR MICROBIOLOGY, using frequency generators, electrical polarity inverters, and blood transfusion medical equipment all tied together 2 cause cellular clock reversal, no grown up person can B made younger than the height of their young adult maximum fully grown condition was. This does not turn adults into children. I am not sure what would happen if integrenetronic technologies were used on a child, I have no knowledge whatsoever of this. It was never done in any future that I have visited exploratronically. So if certain theories R even close 2 the truth, the middle twenties has no such technology 2 send a boy of about age 13 or 14 back here 2 the years of either 2010, or 1996.But the story gets a lot better. Back around the beginning of March, he first approached me at the 25th Street place, and acted as though we knew each other and that we were old buddies. When I tried 2 poke around, I came only 2 learn that this is the ‘mystery-kid’ and no one has any answers about it. But it still gets a lot freaking better than this so do not jump yet 2 any kind of conclusion. At the beginning of this week, a famous football player of the future, and I do know the future, made contact with me also, in this place, and does not have a clue about his future. He tried 2 fix me up with a giant girl and is driving me like totally fucking nuts-ass, as the kids would maybe say this. I told him that I want nothing 2 do with him or his games. Unlike the kid, this is a fully grown post-age 18 adult, barely, or overgrown, but my point is that more shit is going on than I dare 2 talk about, and I knew it was all coming, days ago, weeks ago, even months ago, and still, none of fucking U have heard dog ass squat yet, not DOG ASS SQUAT!!!!! I have a lot of horrible giants chasing me at this nightmare place, it was OK 2 visit, but working there through the AARP, is a nightfreakingmare. I am getting no sleep, I am not eating, I am off my medications, and I will B dead and gone soon, I HOPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will not play DEGAMA’S GAMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On top of that Diana has been away just when I ‘Randy fucking Van Warmer’ needed her freaking the 1979 MOST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHERE RU DIANA, your moon is so lovely and full, but please, do not B FULL OF BULL, the sand from glass must indeed flee, and time is never gonna run out 4U and me, DZA, they saw 2 that in ’83, huh SHIRLEY GRANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We can get back 2 my nightmare job, this new nightmare shit-uation, and so much more that is pertaining 2 this hell, but later on. When I met April Lee, my social worker on paper until I am on the program, if I do not run away 2 Americana or expire first, at the tax collector place yesterday 2 get my temp-tags, THEY pulled a huge major fucking trick. THEY all ready knew exactly where she was gonna park and I was following her, and another lady resembling her in a vehicle resembling her vehicle, pulled out next 2 her, and I then followed it out thinking she had 4 whatever reason got a call perhaps on her cell phone or what the fuck ever, but here I fucking am now following and technically stalking another girl in a vehicle, 4 miles. Eventually, I figured out the trick, and made a fast U turn and booked back 2 where I had left, 2 find her almost raucously laughing, she knew what had happened and figured I would realize it eventually as I did, and indeed return 2 the building. Just tell me peeps, just go ahead and fucking tell me that shit like this is going on with U on a daily mother fucking basis, just go ahead, LIE THE FUCK 2 ME, GO AHEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nobody else is experiencing this continual mother fucking bullshit, nobody, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But U ain’t heard diddly squat yet Whoopee Goldberg!!!!!!!!!!!! NOT DIDDLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There is a dude who sweeps up and does light cleaning while I do the cooler stocking. He is my age, and has early senility, or Alzheimer’s disease, whichever. He told me that he never has dreams, that is until Wednesday night, U will never fucking believe what I will now type and tell, peeps!!!!!!!!! Suddenly he has this wild dream that the Vice President of the United States came over 2 the Harvest Outreach Center. He said that everyone is in real big trouble and that he was especially told 2 tell me “HIS DREAM”!!!!!!! Imagine a dream where U get told 2 tell the dream 2 someone else, Jesus Christ, and a mentally challenged man who does not ever remember his dreams in the first place, YO!!!!!!!!!! THEY build this stuff in the energy worlds, they have 2, there is simply no other scientific way 2 do all of this. Later on in the 5th and the 4th dimensions, this all then begins 2 take shape and form in the worlds of mass and matter. There is no way that any normal human could pull off a trick like the one done 2 me yesterday at the tax collector building, or really the municipal building here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG. If I had a buddy and we tried and planned 2 pull this off for years and years, it would not have gone off as perfectly and smoothly as this, I know it and so does anyone else that is not totally brain-dead. If anybody alive anywhere on this planet knows totally and personally, that Einstein’s theory of energy equals mass times the speed of light squared is totally real, IT IS FUCKING ME PEEPS!!!!!!!! I’ve literally been there/done that, YO! Take that straight 2 the bank oh great king of uncle Babylon Nebuchadnezzar, YO!!!!!!!
I will tell U that somebody took me serious and actually investigated my giant girl situation. I can safely say no more about this right now, I need 2 protect others, screw me, I cannot seem 2 ever die and remain dead, I am still hopeful and pray every day and every night 4 death 2 claim me out of this fucking diseased nightmare hell, YO!!!!!!!! There is yet another strange dude where I am working, this wild dude with 15,000 tire rims, not tires, RIMS, and making less than 8 dollars an hour, is from good old Long Island, Uncle Heinz and family. This family now is in 4 lineages, Gottwald, Myers, Huntington, and Kathy Gottwald’s hubby, whoever the hell this dude is. It is all up on the internet somewhere. A lot of the family remained on the snooty island and a lot moved out of state, what else is new, typical family fucking bull shit, huh peeps????? Then there is the lottery dude, another wild duck. He has some strange number-beliefs and reminds me of an Astral Plane black cat with a wild strange name, huh Copyright Office Examiners of the ‘present-times’, whatever they may relatively B!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me remind the world and me as well of a very important and factual piece of information. Individual ingredients in a kitchen, even if they were alive and sentient, would have no idea of a cook’s combined planned product and dish. So all put together, in time, when they R all put together, this is more representative of the energy or spiritual or astral world, or its equivalent. The separate ingredients in the TIME B4 they R combined, while they R neatly stored in the kitchen cabinet, represents the more material or matter/mass world, or its equivalent.
Early Friday morning around one of the clock or so, I was heading 4 bed 2 try and sleep just a tad. I said onto my taped life journal that I was gonna B talking soon about how I learned some interesting information at that strange bizarre computer-type school in Cherry Hill in 1970, not the PCI school in 1973, but the one at the Ellisberg Circle where I would ride my bicycle kept at the special education school, down the road, KINGS HIGHWAY, in Haddonfield, New Jersey. This was my transportation back and forth between the 2 schools 3 days a week if my memory is correctly serving me even at a small level. This is the same era in time where that powerful nightmare interaction occurred where the entire town of Historic Haddonfield, New Jersey, was utterly obliterated by some huge and horrific explosions. Instantly as I mentioned that the word {‘aboriginal’ and natives and Christopher Columbus} were part of one subject that these machines were in fact teaching me here at this outlandish place, POW, a major SHIT ATTACK struck me out of nowhere, I barely made it 2 the bathroom without a clean up job. After I had fallen into a very unpleasant and mystical sleep, I found myself in one of the most hellish freaking interactions in years and years, BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!! I was right here in Fort Pierce, Florida in a large home. My home was the library, here on the Indian River. There was a huge carnival where all the festive activities R always held across from the library. It was called the “Raspberry Carnival”. I was with some strange peeps and suddenly a large battle ship was right off of the area we were all standing around, and it began firing horrible cannon shots. One shot struck my house, or the library, blowing everything totally up and horrible frightening monster-ass bright orange and red fire was everywhere. The ship attacked the entire town and destroyed it, and only I was alive when all was totally ablaze. I clearly remember the peeps I was with B4 they were obliterated saying the words, “WE’VE BEEN HIT”, after my home exploded and fire was hot and burning all around us. After the ashes all settled, the battleship docked and a large rowboat came ashore, and it was the Portuguese explorer DeGama himself, the Captain of the ship, and 13 of his men. They laughed raucously at me and told me if I did not remember him yet from the days that I served on his ship centuries ago, I would remember him now, after he wiped out 2 towns where I had resided, and then went onto raucously laugh some more in that very baritone and low voice of his. Then he got out of the boat and punched me in the stomach doubling me over, and then gave me a powerful kick, sending me down onto the pavement. He bent over me and with a very sharp and ugly looking dagger, began cutting me all up into pieces. After he left, the pieces all came back together and I stood up and watched him and his men rowing away and heard all of them laughing and singing ATLANTIC QUEEN, a song I wrote back in the year of 2000, huh Misses M????????????????????? If this nightmare was not enough 2 send chills up and down my Donna Gaines White-boy Goosebumps, I will eat dog shit at C-SQUARED ‘and like it’, Maxwell Smart. When I did awaken from this hellish interaction experience with my old ship captain from 500 years ago, 2 huge Geico Insurance salesmen had broken into my home, and I chased them until I was able 2 squish them both dead, so there Ed ‘LIZZY’ Himacane butt-wipe Manhattaner!!!!!!!!!!
The laws protecting kids from the Robert McGuire’s of this world, R totally self defeating, just as locks as we all know or should know, R made 4 honest people. Those powerful Chicago mobster WHITE-SLAVER traders and bosses as the ones talked about in the book written by the ex-Senator John Decamp will get all the kids they want. But the peeps like me that need 2 learn who someone is, cannot dare even poke around, or else risk personal freedom and liberty. This entire PC thing is totally a nightmare, and one that was absolutely mother fucking pre-planned with major hyper time motives behind it, motives that all had 2 do with the destruction of not Haddonfield, not Fort Pierce, but of MOUNTAINPEN—MARK MOHR, BRR!!!!!!!!!!! YO!!!!!!!!
I hate having 2 share all of this publicly; I am only using a safe journal now because these monsters from the gods only know where, wiped out my original al LIFE JOURNAL, Chris Bennett!!!!!!! I despise and detest the fact that I cannot just protect this and keep it all private, maybe I can, there is more I need 2 learn about computers, the net, blogging, and so on and so forth. I have no power over the real cock sucking true bastards behind the PAWM-PIE-ERTTOS and all of their evil wicked MILLIONTH-COUNCIL trickery. These real and absolute entity-enemies R source based and totally originate in energy realms. Hence they appear so far 2B totally impervious 2 any of my counterattacks. It seems recently, a waste of my effort and my energy 2 even “SUIT-UP” 4 any of their controlled games. MAGNESONIC is worthless, of course with no radio or cable television or real connections 2 the outside world and current event news, I may have lots of shit fucking going on all around me and not even know that any of this is happening. Nothing would freaking shock me after that wild fucking interaction with DeGama the other freaking night, YO!!!!!!!!!!! As 4 political correctness and its real agenda of wiping out MOUNTAINPEN planned from quite a long freaking ass time ago, peeps, I must tell U that it makes me very nervous the way this strange mystery-kid is gravitated around me and towards me, with no rhyme nor reason nor logical rational explanation whatsoever behind any of it. IT IS the same kid from 1996, and he is not one day older. I talked about a network of young persons even B4 the internet really caught on hardly at all, and since then have learned through the great “LAW AND ORDER” television show, that indeed even underage kids R in fact being used by law enforcement as sub-agents, or as this term is real hush-hush, as ‘informants’, some organized pattern should most likely exist somewhere and hence B behind all of this, but who is ever 2 really freaking know and have the definite answers and information. I can ask the great black cat, but he can B fucked with. When THEY know UR using it on certain things, they can interfere and make things happen in spite of what otherwise would go down. I know this, I have experienced it. I think of 20’s peeps as kids at my age, and try 2 stay away from all younger people, it is not possible now in my circumstances, ever since the nabes chased me out of my old life and into this quite obviously planned, NEW ONE, YO!!!!!!!! A famous 20th century sexist-feminist or whatever they call girls that want bad things 4 men, and express it openly and publicly, was quoted as saying, “We R not even until as many men have been raped by women, as women have been raped by men”. This is true despite that ridiculous other L&O show where they destroy that poor guy that was victimized by the 3 women, and say that he should B able 2 handle himself physically against 3 women. Pure weight calculation makes this totally absurd. Even fashion models of 110 pounds, this is a combined 3 girl weight of 330, and the average man is still less than 200 pounds, the world is operating win nonsensical illusions and total fucking bullshit, but who is asking Mountainpen??????? Paula King raped me, so wherever UR lady, UR even with me, U rotten slut!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I feel the same way with the younger peeps after all the hell they have caused me now, all of them, not one exclusion, maybe I am holding the grudge more than some others I had believed falsely 2B, YO. Some of the shit done back 2 me no matter who said what, was not one bit nice!!!!!!!!!! So as 4 the getting even, I gave this kind of shit up when I went from boyhood into manhood, and it is immature of those that do not leave that kind of shit back in their freaking childhoods. Most peeps today that R grown up, R really kids in adults bodies, nothing at all like previous generations when peeps really did grow up after 20 or 30 years of living on this freaking planet.
Some may think that I have a fixation and obsession on finding a way 2 die and remaining dead forever, and U would not B all that ‘dead wrong’, YO. But the real ASTRAL-ME would have 2 wipe out my entire 5th dimensional existence, the ‘me’ collective in all of time in all of the parallel universes of the hyperspace. That is a non-possible job. Becoming on a pathway 2 being totally enlightened 2 this reality has caused and created a QM equivalent of Duncan McLeod, right down 2 when I moved out of Chris Blumville’s 506 Robin Hill, and into the home at 1406 ‘HIGHLAND’ Avenue, in Cinnaminson, NJUSAESMWG. These R all facts, check it out with the DC Library of Congress, I copyrighted 2 music projects from this legal address in late 1983 and early 1984. I have had my entire life wrecked and destroyed, my education, my career, or any possible family life, all wiped out and mother fucking annihilated by total fucking rats ass sewer scum WOMO-TAWF!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Destroying lives, if a GAME, shouldn’t B. No game should permit lives 2B permanently wrecked and wiped the fucking Christ out. The world through my prior blogs knows all about the bored-2-tears-clubs, where the super rich cannot find thrills, so they join this ‘lets fuck with the little-peeps of the world’ CLUB. I told U it is documented and factual. I told U about the dude who admitted it exists, that uised 2 go around with his windows open in his car in California, shouting and cursing at everybody, just because he had no need 4 anything!!!!!!! THIS IS ALL FUCKING TOTALLY REAL!!!!!!
The BLUEBOOKERS CLUB is the real culprit behind a lot of pain and agony and misery however, of those who have abused and tortured by many in this fucked up COM, or Club Of Monsters!!!!!!!! The main mission they were on was 2 increase the membership drive by a million freaking percent in the other mighty club, the MISSOURIANS!!!!!!!!!!! Missourians, or ‘doubters and skeptics’ until proven 99 million ways over, R what is being discussed herein. They NEVER want the world 2 know what I know about hyperspace and Y human need 2 sleep and go into REM and interact!!!!!!! This is the hugest cover up in this fucking galaxy, YO!!!!!! Underestimate this at the risk and health of both yourselves and your loved ones, unless U have 8-10 digit net worth’s, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! U know Einstein, I am really wondering if squaring or cubing the constant, would create oneness and liquidity in both the 4th as well as the entire 5th dimension. I wish U and my pop were stall there talking 2 this day over in the Princeton, New Jersey Park, YO!!!!! I still would love 2 know just who the Exploratron was that obviously jumped into my own father and made him come back on the scene after 10 years on the Treasure Coast and other places. How he was fascinated with Northeast Philly mobster friend Frank Lombardo, and his many ‘waking-freezes’. They were planning a trip over 2 Chetchemel, Mexico or somewhere around there back in 1976. The billions of super hush-hush secrets that old dad had, sheeeeiiiiiiiiiit!!!!!!!! Dad and Dawn could really pronounce the old shit-slide, YO!!!!!! No one could ever compare, huh DONNA?????? Well, now that they and UR all gone, it is not just me ol spirits that R low, and moving so slow, but me ol life is turned into a mega hell nightfreakingmare, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Someone did a very bad thing, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me tell U.
I am on this particular word process machine quite often, and the word ‘ENEMY’ has been scratched on the wood table that the machine indeed is sitting on, it is un-missable, unlike McGuire and McGettigan and Gallagher’s poor kids, huh senator DeCramp!!!! Atlantic City, Egg Harbor City, give me a break, none of this is real in any real world, am I right President James Earl freaking Carter, me ol pal?????? Ann the great King and her line from the north inlet shore of good old ACNJUSAESMWG, wow, is that a story, here is what U got me into Chris Bennett, ol pal!!!!!!!!! After I ran away from the kidnapping, of her and her wonderful daughter Dawn-Marie, here is a record of the letters that I endured B4I informed the probation officer that these letters were coming. B4I print them, even my SW does not C how they R threatening me, wow, Ann says my life is gonna get worse, and in came the nabes from hell, and WORSE IT FREAKING GOT, then Dawn says I better not ever run into her, Y, is SHE GONNA GIMME A WHITTLE WOLLWEEPOP AND SHAPE ME HAND???????? SHEEEEIIIT, gimme a freaking ass bweak, Elmer!!!!!!! Here first, is Ann’s nice letter 2 me, Dawn wrote first and the mail stamp date was 01/15/10, and mommy Ann’s was after that on the 19th day. Am I a lucky lad or what Uncle Nebyachts???????????????????????????????????
Hey Mark, Remember the day U were with Ed and U seen me walking down the street & U said who is that beautiful red head & Ed said she lives in the building where I live & she is my friend & U asked Ed will I ever meet her & he said yes then we became very good friends When U had a problem with the housing inspector and Jenny so I came over & met the inspectors qualification so U wouldn’t have a problem I cleaned that whole trailer 4Uand never got a dime do U think that was fair well I don’t So then U moved in with us and yes U were very happy Dawn fed U good meals and good food 2 take 2 work so U would not go hungry. Well I cleaned one mess & now U left us with another mess do U think that is fair. Now U stuck us with a lot of bills since UR on the lease UR responsible 4 your part of the rent The landlord is very up set with U. UR going 2 have 2 pay your part of the rent. U left us with all those totes in the basement so we would like 4U2 send us some money so we can pay someone 2 get those out of the basement because we R going 2 move & we R not taking them with us. I thought we were friends is this the way U treat friends no wonder UR having trouble with the people in A.C. so please don’t think it is going 2 stop in fact it might get worse U know I know a lot of people So please B smart and pay your debt 2 us it was easy 2 find U living in Florida you can write or call & let me know what exactly UR going 2 do --- - --- - ---- Ann
What fucking bull shit? I gave Ann a 300 dollar television set, a 400 dollar stereo set, nearly brand new and in perfect working order that were in my bedroom back in the trailer in Mullica. She told me that was fine. She acts like I wanted 2 live with them and could not feed myself. I only went hungry, AFTER, moving in with these horrible freaking monsters. I ate all the shit I wanted and weighed almost 300 fucking pounds, YO, today I am just over 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Spin it any way U want, hear now is lovely daughter Dawn-Marie’s letter, and if U think I am printing their cuzzes letter, forget it. When I do not have enough facts 2 walk into a judge, I do not dare print shit like Roger’s note, YO, but here is Dawn’s BRO, and not brother Joe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mark, I can’t believe after all we’ve done 4U U would leave like U did. I want U2 know Steve Caruso is looking 4Ubecause U signed a year lease and skipped out. I can’t believe U walked out and left all your shit 4 me 2B responsible 4. I can’t afford 2 pay 2 remove your shit from the basement. So please make arrangement 2 pick it up or send me money so I can pay people. We R looking 4 another place 2 live U left me in a financial bind still owing me 4 electric and cable. I don’t know what was so terrible that we did 2U4U2 go the way U did. How could U say U were my uncle and do what U did. We may have not always gotten along but we treated U like family nobody here would have ever harmed U. UR a soulless mother Fucker and U better send me money 4 your shit or hope I never CU again. God don’t like ugly. Call us And let us know what your going 2 do about your stuff. (---) --- - ---- Dawn. As much as my mother did 4 your ass U left her without even a good bye And needing a ride 2 the doctor I wish U nothing but bad in your future!
Well, she does not have 2 wish all that hard. This family took my life away, and here is their fucked up version of the story, so do not ever say I did not print it, and no, they do not speak in text-talk as I do, but I enjoy it. SO SUE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know how U escaped from the Rehab Clinic in Secaucus, New Jersey after the 10th of July in 2006, and who helped U do it, and the Atlantic county Prosecutor knows it 2, but natch, will not touch it, not with names like Trump and even bigger, U think I was just tripping and falling off the Guatemayan turnip trucks last week YO??????????????????????
No one will believe me or take my side, and this world wonders YI want 2 mother fucking DIE, and plan 2 fucking KILL MYSELF, there is no choice, I am one fucked duck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lots more shit is gonna get told, next week will B more hell, not only the job, but I will B in a fucking motel 4 two days while the house is being exterminated. They pay 4 it thank the damn gods, but who wants or needs this shit, and working at the same time, and all in 100 fucking degrees, every mother fucking damn day Admiral Whaleshit Suzanne!!!!!!!!!
This is all copyrighted as the blogs of Mountainpen and copyrighted as me and my name, both in legal name as well as my pseudonym name, none of this was ever the Copyright Office’s fault, maybe everything as Jimmy Buffet says, is true, and all though I am not a woman, maybe I am 2 blame, just 4 getting myself mother fucking born!!!!!!!!!!
Thanx 4 everything, idea stealer terminator, CU in areas where me ol granny’ll C her wovewee daughter, whaaaa!!!!!!!!! BYE-BYE, YALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Saturday, June 26, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
bloody taxicabs and shoes--chapter 06
THE EPITOME OF HARASSSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
“My Freaking Taxicab” chapter blog number 06
Date and Time File, World Laboratories: C06-062310.620
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A subtitle could very easily B added here 2 this blogging chapter, “into Many Fires, From Many Frying Pans”. I have really gone into the ultimate fire, and the problem is that nobody will believe any of this, they did not believe me at letter B or C Copyright Examiners of 1983, Y then would I remotely expect them 2 believe me now when MORIANITY has literally reached the level of D and G? I don’t, 2 bluntly say it!!!!!! But believe me or not, I will stay tell some of the hell that is ongoing in my tremendously monstrous and deplorable and unfathomable existence, I shudder 2 use the word ‘life’, and sort of copy old Barnabas Collins with his word of ‘existence’, real DS fans know this is so, BRAHHH!!!!!!! In spite of all that I tell now today, as well as both in the future and in the past blogs, I still know with total certainty, that this entire thing is a huge parlor trick, a smoke and mirrors illusion the size of the Milky Way Galaxy, perhaps much larger, but still, A BIG FAT UGLY ILLUSION!!!!!!!!! Simply put, my mind, and your out there as well, is really interacting in an environment, a ‘world’ and a ‘universe’ of waves and particles, and no more. The function and mission of conscious waking mind is 2 transfer and literally decode this wave and particle stuff that is in truth the realness all around us and nothing other than this, into all of the tangible and material stuff we C and perceive, such as our own so-called physical bodies, our possessions, our spouses, our friends, our enemies, our automobiles, and homes, and everything else. Fully and totally knowing this and owning the 100%-ness of this omniscience with a total zero percent doubt factor, changes only that U know UR being fooled and tricked, but does not overcome nor in any real way, act or work on defeating the ‘trick mirrors’ nor 2 blow away the magical ‘smoke’. Believe me, the only thing that my knowing and awareness can do 4 me, is 2 permit me bad things, such as the deep spiritual ‘feeling’ of extremely endless and ‘deep time’, alienate peeps around me because fake it all the hell I try 2, it still comes out like a black eye on a punched persons’ face, and cannot B subtle or hidden, it is THERE!!!!!! Also, unenlightened peeps do not like enlightened peeps!!!! In the great movie called, “WITHOUT LIMITS”, the great runner, and true life athlete of the nineteen-seventies, Steve PreFontaine, said it all, supposedly, and says it in the movie, 2 his blond love, Mary. I will quote this fantastic runner of yesteryear, “When U believe in something, it tends 2 make people very-very nervous”. Yes it does, this man was a ‘thinking’ individual or he would not have been aware of such a powerful yet simplistic philosophy. Enlightened peeps believe, and fully know with absolute omniscience, certain truths that all of U know, but R allowing your awake-mind 2 block it out.
This fucking word-program is a pain in my cunt, if I knew enough about computers and had my own, I would deactivate all this shit, and I would keep the spell checker only. When U speak in text-talk such as when I say B4U go 2 work, it throws off the grammatical programs and U get wavy green lines all over the place. Tough beer gasses, I will speak in text if I enjoy fucking doing it, and let the damn green lines come, BRO!!!!!!!
Now here is just the real razor scratched surface shit off of an iceberg of equal size 2 the titanic Ship sinker. Giant pussies R beyond ridiculous. I could B literally a foot taller, and still would B smaller than every single newly hired slutty volunteer where I have been placed through the program at the AARP. Even children R ridiculous, I ran into a 10 year old African American girl today over 6 feet tall and 260 pounds or so of solid muscle, Y would I lie or exaggerate, it serves absolutely no purpose 4 me 2 do it whatsoever, peeps R not believing me most freaking likely, so my credibility is getting shot 2 hell and all that I am doing is being truthful and honest. All the coworkers all around me R between about six feet and 4 or 5 inches above, it is out of my worst mother fucking nightmare, and 4 those that want 2C if the Mountainpen lies or makes up stories, then B my mother fucking guest mother fuckers, come over 2 the Harvest Food Outreach Center, at 25th Street and Orange Avenue intersection, here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG!!!! JUST Y WOULD I MAKE UP SHIT LIKE FREAKING THIS PEEPS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY???? GIMME A BWEAK ELMER FWUDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On top of that, these girls R way 2 flirty and friendly 4 my liking, maybe this is how things R in Florida, but I HATE THIS BULLCRAP AT LIGHT SPEED SQUARED, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am there 2 do my 5 hours, clock the fuck out of there, and get out of there, not talk 2U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE THIS PLACE, THE STATE, THE JOB, E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM READY 2 GO BACK AND b THE WHEEL MAN AND SLAVE OF THE king family AGAIN, SO RU HAPPY NOW “MISTER” DEGAMA, SIR!!!!!!!!!
When I posted up my last mother fucking cock sucking blog at this very library, I drove home and went 2 get into my own paid 4 space, and could not. LILE TOTAL FUCKING MAGIC, THE NEW KEY 2 THE PLACE, AND ITS RING, TOTALLY VANISHED, PPOF, right into the hat of David Copperfield and David Blaine. It was a nightmare, now it cannot ever go down like fucking that again, as a duplicate of both my car key and house key is wrapped inside 2 tissues, folded neatly, and tucked away inside of my mother freaking ass wallet!!!!!!!! How ‘they’ DID this power ass shit trick TOTALLY BLOWS AND FUCKING BOGGLES MY MIND PEEPS, just as ‘THEY just now froze the computer up. Also they made the last sentence or 2 vanish, I had 2 retype it, the fucking hacking is starting, and if it keeps up, 5 powerful peeps around this world, WILL ALL B FUCVKING DEAD WITHIN 12 FUCKING HOURS, THROUGH SUPERNATURAL AND HENCE, UNPROSECUTABLE POWER!!!!!!!!! BACK OFF DICK WADS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On top of all of this, the giants, adults and children, and all girls, and the dirty flirty filth, and the loss of my keys, there is so much more. I told U how that blond girl that flexed her huge muscles at me back during the storm that took the power away from this city directly after the flexing, 4 about 90 full minutes, and then the girl vanished into the Vegas Act hat, and how she had a birthday one day later than me, and lived up in a part of Jersey where I worked both in my current lifetime at the Griffin Pipe Company and years ago on High Street in a printing company, when I was flying kites and not on a speaking term with the goddess of lightning while awake and physically alive. I still was totally fascinated by HER, or electricity as I then thought of ‘it’. But there is a lot more. Another co-worker here at the Outreach Center told me today, that he lived 5 years in HAMMONTOBN, NEW JERSEY, or what I sometimes refer 2 this powerful and dangerous deadly and frightening area as none other than “Guatemayanville/Blueberryville”, and a time parlor trick story is involved with my naming of this town, and only the great MC really knows the truth of what SHE did 2 me humanly one day 2 or so years back, as her human counterpart of her true SSJK identity. This coworker showed me some kind of a worker permit and I was not able 2 understand what it ‘really’ was, and it was dated Misses Marola, or “00”, so it was issued in 2000, and yes, the streets were crazy and peeps were partying and dancing away Misses ‘M’, say hi 2 your friends on the moon, the Planet Jupiter, the land of the weird rectangles, and “2001-ASO” If Misses Marola was my only Special-Education teacher who did some far-out shit, or in many cases, ‘said’ some far out shit, I would b able 2 stop right here. There was Mister Ciprioni and the OHMMMM CHANT, there was Richard Kitty-cat-Justine-Beatles Loving MARCUCCI, who told me what I was capable of being, ‘chronologically’, in the autumn of slime queen sickie slime. Paula King has waking drones under somnambulism all over Fort Pierce, Florida, and she definitely IMHO, had a large van with a very attractive lady driving it, from HNYUSAESMWG, moving down US Highway 1, back about half a year ago, give or take a month or so!!!!!!!!! I aintabyin’ into one bit of this trickery and evil ‘witchcraft’, I will always hear Dave Roth say B4 ‘they’ offed him in early March of oh-Marola-2, “Stir that caldron Donna”, yeah war medal hero’s, magical demos, and Law and Order Prophesies and all, only that last one is not quite accurate, they seem 2 all ready know way 2 much, just like the lady at the freaking United States Copyright Office. Anyway, this African American man about my age, all though saying ‘my-age’ is very weird lately, as peeps my age do not seem 2 look as I do. Those I have shown my Florida drivers license 2 ask me if it is really me and if I really am nearly 56 years old, and almost in awe and amazement. Still, this IMHO is all because of what was done 2 me half my life ago in Atco, New Jersey, USAESMWG, with the glandular condition that cannot B medically explained as my mother’s horrendous affliction could not B as well that came on her 14 and a half freaking bloody shoes years later, BRO!!!!!!!
I do not have 2 do the song Scylla, as U most likely R aware, friends of yours in your profession and trade, have all ready taken care of bizz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I may not own a freaking radio, but I must endure hearing the shit while working at the Outreach Center. I wear the best earplugs I can, but I still hear, and what I heard today can only B explained by saying that all my story and all of mother fucking MORIANITY is real and just as I have claimed all along, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So we R even, girls and curls, and even a little 1978 Houston Humor, and a lot of parlor tricks, and lost times and loves, DUH!!!!!!!!
The tax collectors of Florida insist that I fork over 400 dollars 4 driving plates, nice bunch of peeps. I bust my cunt 4 that money, and it all goes straight 2 them in late July, no discounts 4 those with handicaps and or disabilities, well New Jersey had that, so one thing at least positive can B fucking said 4 good fucking old New jersey. How do these mother pucking crooks take poor peeps money like that, and still sleep so well at night, I wonder??????
Every mother fucking day and every mother fucking cunt lapping night, I sit down on my bed and cry like a mother fucking baby. No one in the world should B forced 2 suffer and endure the hellish nightmare life that has been thrust on me, and 4 absolutely no reason at all whatsoever!!!!!!!! Who the fuck did I ever gas by the millions, in THIS lifetime, that would bring such horrific monstrous fucking shit all around me 24/7/365.2422, YO!!! Well, PAUL INTRICAE PEDERSEN, U were right bud, U WERE RIGHT, I did something, and wow, if this makes U feel important and like some powerful fucking prophet, and doing it standing in pools of my blood, well then me’ ol’ Norseman, may the luck of the ol’ Irish B with ye laddee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The gods only know how U can sleep at night,m but we both know one thing nig boy. If my mom had not been ‘removed’ from this planet by DEGAMA and his wonderful freaking FAM, U never would have mother fucking dared 2 perpetrate all this rotten horrible shit on me, u took advantage of me after my mom was not around 2 speak up, and that SIR, is just about as low as any turd on the bottom of the trenches, crapped out by George and Gracie Humpback, huh, Admiral Damnwhales??????????
Well, SHE wanted an apology song, and one is out there, and not from some unknown nobody, so how exactly did THIS sound get on the ‘TAPES’ of radio-land?????? Dows anybody believe any small part of any of this, or RU all gonna die as the quintessential butt wipe kings and queens of stupidity city?????? This is on all of U, as no matter what is given 2 me or taken away from me, I challenge any and all of U out here who hate my miserable fucking guts with an Italian Passion belonging only 2 the mighty Marie Callio of Italy HERSELF, 2 try and take my reality and what I totally know is real, AWAY FROM ME, just fucking mother humping try it as C-SQ, YO!!!!!!!!!
Sleepwalkers, explorers, controllers, manipulators, the MAS CLUBS, the BILLIONAIRES CLUB OF WOMO, and on and on, I could blog words forever, and that is all it will ever B, a bunch of blogged words, and no more, ONLY I KNOW, I know what is real and what is not real, and I have it over all of U on that one.
“My wife and I chose you after your song, “Love Is for Carpenters”, came to Washington. I told you that I have friends in the Copyright Office” This is paragraph number-2 from Roger’s last note 2 me. Mister DeGama, sir, U have one incredible family, and 99.99% of them have no clue that UR indeed behind this huge and gargantuan mess and Astral Plane game. UR Nepjup Cavey and your wife is Mariena Krassle. I hope the river-snakes gave U a real major clean up job over in freaking Krassleville, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Your old buddy Chris, the explorer 2 the northland had his experience with U and your pals, but not all that many peeps know about that little adventure over 500 years ago, YO. But I know about it. I know about the Astral world city of Hydraglacia, and I know how its physical counterpart helped 3 wise men 2 find King Akoslem, known humanly as Jesus the Christ. LSS, I feel that the war hero medals, the demos, and both MI as well as the new sound out there, is sufficient, U do not need 2 hear any of my junky songs. After-all, it was my song that when U learned about a half decade or so later and put 2 and 2 together, that caused U2B angry with me in the first place, BROWN EYED GIRL, am I wrong MC???????????????
I have a lot more 2 continue from where my train of thought was interfered with after my keys were lost and after my having 2 exit the library so early back Friday while trying 2 do a double blog or 2 days of one blog glued together so 2 speak. Many things that I told that will B harped more on, indeed will, not right now today, also, I’ve no way forgotten my mom’s story of when all those around her thought she had try and taken her own life with a bottle of sleeping pills. Lots of peeps up in New York, think that a toaster oven was responsible 4 burning down an Amityville house of horrors, only this was not the case freaking either, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There was a short duration in my life where I had begun a wild and nutty quest 2 find a missing person from my past, a wild and powerful teenager. This girl was beautiful and awesome, and could do some amazing things that go far beyond anything this world could ever understand. A few nights ago, John Henningsen appeared 2 me in a powerful interaction, and told me that there R things I need 2 remember from age 14, in 1969, that I am blocking still. I cannot 4 the freaking life of me imagine what else I need 2 remember. He said that it had 2 do with GASOLINE, and right away my being 2 young at 14 to drive an automobile; thus I am led 2 think of that horrible {DEGAMA “F”} word, F-I-R-E!!!!!!!!!! Fire-McGuire and Cutman DeGama, wow, Jack Kennedy, what a MOTLEY CREW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
May the gods take pity the fuck on me and let me rest in mother fucking peace, and if not, maybe they can just let me rust in piss, something, ANYTHING, BRAHHH!!!!! Am I breaking up my text walls enough 4 all those peeps of the Unexplained-Mysteries site?????? Oh well, I would rather blog onto non-censored sites, and now am back using 3, all except 4 the great and mighty UM.
KING NEBNOOSHOO is sorry, SCYLLA, but really, let us just forget that night of the shoes-blues, OK, U have your song now, the world has it, just know that somebody pulled off another MI-STUNT, and tell MARILOO I said hi 2 all those lovely 600 examiners, not 2B ever confused with 280 or more years from now when I am Labber Zeejins, enough is enough, huh Barb and Don????????? No, not U Smiley, but I told the Atlantic County Prosecutor’s Office what U did 2 me, and what I believe happened 2 get Cuzz Dawn-Marie out of the clinic. U did not want me free and blogging, with all the time in the world and my own machine on top of it 2 boot, so POW, let us violate poor Richard Mark and his mother fucking civil rights, YO!!!!!!!!
Don’t do me any fucking favors Governor, and enjoy the very soon nasty quake, Mister Muscle Flexor. I saw your lovely blond friend the night of the storm Arnie, no not Ernie, those nasty rip tides carried away a lot more than war hero medals, rivers ran away with my mind, and more than just Mountainpen may indeed B forever stuck in this warp, huh news broadcasting systems of America, I hear, I know, nothing goes over me, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is the totally protected intellectual property of 1 Michael Wayne Mountainpen and is officially copyrighted in the name of this as well as my true name where all of my songs also R in registration in DC, along with my 1994 book, “The Permission Barrier”. All these statements, 2 the very best of my knowledge, R totally true and accurate, these words contain truth and only truth, no lies R herein, and this is a voluntarily taken oath as I speak and type these words here and know at the is freaking Fort Pierce, Florida public Library and post up into an internet computer terminal shortly.
End Transmission peeps, like DUH silwee wabbit, whaaaaaaa!!!!
“My Freaking Taxicab” chapter blog number 06
Date and Time File, World Laboratories: C06-062310.620
Beginning Transmission:
A subtitle could very easily B added here 2 this blogging chapter, “into Many Fires, From Many Frying Pans”. I have really gone into the ultimate fire, and the problem is that nobody will believe any of this, they did not believe me at letter B or C Copyright Examiners of 1983, Y then would I remotely expect them 2 believe me now when MORIANITY has literally reached the level of D and G? I don’t, 2 bluntly say it!!!!!! But believe me or not, I will stay tell some of the hell that is ongoing in my tremendously monstrous and deplorable and unfathomable existence, I shudder 2 use the word ‘life’, and sort of copy old Barnabas Collins with his word of ‘existence’, real DS fans know this is so, BRAHHH!!!!!!! In spite of all that I tell now today, as well as both in the future and in the past blogs, I still know with total certainty, that this entire thing is a huge parlor trick, a smoke and mirrors illusion the size of the Milky Way Galaxy, perhaps much larger, but still, A BIG FAT UGLY ILLUSION!!!!!!!!! Simply put, my mind, and your out there as well, is really interacting in an environment, a ‘world’ and a ‘universe’ of waves and particles, and no more. The function and mission of conscious waking mind is 2 transfer and literally decode this wave and particle stuff that is in truth the realness all around us and nothing other than this, into all of the tangible and material stuff we C and perceive, such as our own so-called physical bodies, our possessions, our spouses, our friends, our enemies, our automobiles, and homes, and everything else. Fully and totally knowing this and owning the 100%-ness of this omniscience with a total zero percent doubt factor, changes only that U know UR being fooled and tricked, but does not overcome nor in any real way, act or work on defeating the ‘trick mirrors’ nor 2 blow away the magical ‘smoke’. Believe me, the only thing that my knowing and awareness can do 4 me, is 2 permit me bad things, such as the deep spiritual ‘feeling’ of extremely endless and ‘deep time’, alienate peeps around me because fake it all the hell I try 2, it still comes out like a black eye on a punched persons’ face, and cannot B subtle or hidden, it is THERE!!!!!! Also, unenlightened peeps do not like enlightened peeps!!!! In the great movie called, “WITHOUT LIMITS”, the great runner, and true life athlete of the nineteen-seventies, Steve PreFontaine, said it all, supposedly, and says it in the movie, 2 his blond love, Mary. I will quote this fantastic runner of yesteryear, “When U believe in something, it tends 2 make people very-very nervous”. Yes it does, this man was a ‘thinking’ individual or he would not have been aware of such a powerful yet simplistic philosophy. Enlightened peeps believe, and fully know with absolute omniscience, certain truths that all of U know, but R allowing your awake-mind 2 block it out.
This fucking word-program is a pain in my cunt, if I knew enough about computers and had my own, I would deactivate all this shit, and I would keep the spell checker only. When U speak in text-talk such as when I say B4U go 2 work, it throws off the grammatical programs and U get wavy green lines all over the place. Tough beer gasses, I will speak in text if I enjoy fucking doing it, and let the damn green lines come, BRO!!!!!!!
Now here is just the real razor scratched surface shit off of an iceberg of equal size 2 the titanic Ship sinker. Giant pussies R beyond ridiculous. I could B literally a foot taller, and still would B smaller than every single newly hired slutty volunteer where I have been placed through the program at the AARP. Even children R ridiculous, I ran into a 10 year old African American girl today over 6 feet tall and 260 pounds or so of solid muscle, Y would I lie or exaggerate, it serves absolutely no purpose 4 me 2 do it whatsoever, peeps R not believing me most freaking likely, so my credibility is getting shot 2 hell and all that I am doing is being truthful and honest. All the coworkers all around me R between about six feet and 4 or 5 inches above, it is out of my worst mother fucking nightmare, and 4 those that want 2C if the Mountainpen lies or makes up stories, then B my mother fucking guest mother fuckers, come over 2 the Harvest Food Outreach Center, at 25th Street and Orange Avenue intersection, here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG!!!! JUST Y WOULD I MAKE UP SHIT LIKE FREAKING THIS PEEPS, YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY???? GIMME A BWEAK ELMER FWUDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On top of that, these girls R way 2 flirty and friendly 4 my liking, maybe this is how things R in Florida, but I HATE THIS BULLCRAP AT LIGHT SPEED SQUARED, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am there 2 do my 5 hours, clock the fuck out of there, and get out of there, not talk 2U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE THIS PLACE, THE STATE, THE JOB, E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM READY 2 GO BACK AND b THE WHEEL MAN AND SLAVE OF THE king family AGAIN, SO RU HAPPY NOW “MISTER” DEGAMA, SIR!!!!!!!!!
When I posted up my last mother fucking cock sucking blog at this very library, I drove home and went 2 get into my own paid 4 space, and could not. LILE TOTAL FUCKING MAGIC, THE NEW KEY 2 THE PLACE, AND ITS RING, TOTALLY VANISHED, PPOF, right into the hat of David Copperfield and David Blaine. It was a nightmare, now it cannot ever go down like fucking that again, as a duplicate of both my car key and house key is wrapped inside 2 tissues, folded neatly, and tucked away inside of my mother freaking ass wallet!!!!!!!! How ‘they’ DID this power ass shit trick TOTALLY BLOWS AND FUCKING BOGGLES MY MIND PEEPS, just as ‘THEY just now froze the computer up. Also they made the last sentence or 2 vanish, I had 2 retype it, the fucking hacking is starting, and if it keeps up, 5 powerful peeps around this world, WILL ALL B FUCVKING DEAD WITHIN 12 FUCKING HOURS, THROUGH SUPERNATURAL AND HENCE, UNPROSECUTABLE POWER!!!!!!!!! BACK OFF DICK WADS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On top of all of this, the giants, adults and children, and all girls, and the dirty flirty filth, and the loss of my keys, there is so much more. I told U how that blond girl that flexed her huge muscles at me back during the storm that took the power away from this city directly after the flexing, 4 about 90 full minutes, and then the girl vanished into the Vegas Act hat, and how she had a birthday one day later than me, and lived up in a part of Jersey where I worked both in my current lifetime at the Griffin Pipe Company and years ago on High Street in a printing company, when I was flying kites and not on a speaking term with the goddess of lightning while awake and physically alive. I still was totally fascinated by HER, or electricity as I then thought of ‘it’. But there is a lot more. Another co-worker here at the Outreach Center told me today, that he lived 5 years in HAMMONTOBN, NEW JERSEY, or what I sometimes refer 2 this powerful and dangerous deadly and frightening area as none other than “Guatemayanville/Blueberryville”, and a time parlor trick story is involved with my naming of this town, and only the great MC really knows the truth of what SHE did 2 me humanly one day 2 or so years back, as her human counterpart of her true SSJK identity. This coworker showed me some kind of a worker permit and I was not able 2 understand what it ‘really’ was, and it was dated Misses Marola, or “00”, so it was issued in 2000, and yes, the streets were crazy and peeps were partying and dancing away Misses ‘M’, say hi 2 your friends on the moon, the Planet Jupiter, the land of the weird rectangles, and “2001-ASO” If Misses Marola was my only Special-Education teacher who did some far-out shit, or in many cases, ‘said’ some far out shit, I would b able 2 stop right here. There was Mister Ciprioni and the OHMMMM CHANT, there was Richard Kitty-cat-Justine-Beatles Loving MARCUCCI, who told me what I was capable of being, ‘chronologically’, in the autumn of slime queen sickie slime. Paula King has waking drones under somnambulism all over Fort Pierce, Florida, and she definitely IMHO, had a large van with a very attractive lady driving it, from HNYUSAESMWG, moving down US Highway 1, back about half a year ago, give or take a month or so!!!!!!!!! I aintabyin’ into one bit of this trickery and evil ‘witchcraft’, I will always hear Dave Roth say B4 ‘they’ offed him in early March of oh-Marola-2, “Stir that caldron Donna”, yeah war medal hero’s, magical demos, and Law and Order Prophesies and all, only that last one is not quite accurate, they seem 2 all ready know way 2 much, just like the lady at the freaking United States Copyright Office. Anyway, this African American man about my age, all though saying ‘my-age’ is very weird lately, as peeps my age do not seem 2 look as I do. Those I have shown my Florida drivers license 2 ask me if it is really me and if I really am nearly 56 years old, and almost in awe and amazement. Still, this IMHO is all because of what was done 2 me half my life ago in Atco, New Jersey, USAESMWG, with the glandular condition that cannot B medically explained as my mother’s horrendous affliction could not B as well that came on her 14 and a half freaking bloody shoes years later, BRO!!!!!!!
I do not have 2 do the song Scylla, as U most likely R aware, friends of yours in your profession and trade, have all ready taken care of bizz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I may not own a freaking radio, but I must endure hearing the shit while working at the Outreach Center. I wear the best earplugs I can, but I still hear, and what I heard today can only B explained by saying that all my story and all of mother fucking MORIANITY is real and just as I have claimed all along, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So we R even, girls and curls, and even a little 1978 Houston Humor, and a lot of parlor tricks, and lost times and loves, DUH!!!!!!!!
The tax collectors of Florida insist that I fork over 400 dollars 4 driving plates, nice bunch of peeps. I bust my cunt 4 that money, and it all goes straight 2 them in late July, no discounts 4 those with handicaps and or disabilities, well New Jersey had that, so one thing at least positive can B fucking said 4 good fucking old New jersey. How do these mother pucking crooks take poor peeps money like that, and still sleep so well at night, I wonder??????
Every mother fucking day and every mother fucking cunt lapping night, I sit down on my bed and cry like a mother fucking baby. No one in the world should B forced 2 suffer and endure the hellish nightmare life that has been thrust on me, and 4 absolutely no reason at all whatsoever!!!!!!!! Who the fuck did I ever gas by the millions, in THIS lifetime, that would bring such horrific monstrous fucking shit all around me 24/7/365.2422, YO!!! Well, PAUL INTRICAE PEDERSEN, U were right bud, U WERE RIGHT, I did something, and wow, if this makes U feel important and like some powerful fucking prophet, and doing it standing in pools of my blood, well then me’ ol’ Norseman, may the luck of the ol’ Irish B with ye laddee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The gods only know how U can sleep at night,m but we both know one thing nig boy. If my mom had not been ‘removed’ from this planet by DEGAMA and his wonderful freaking FAM, U never would have mother fucking dared 2 perpetrate all this rotten horrible shit on me, u took advantage of me after my mom was not around 2 speak up, and that SIR, is just about as low as any turd on the bottom of the trenches, crapped out by George and Gracie Humpback, huh, Admiral Damnwhales??????????
Well, SHE wanted an apology song, and one is out there, and not from some unknown nobody, so how exactly did THIS sound get on the ‘TAPES’ of radio-land?????? Dows anybody believe any small part of any of this, or RU all gonna die as the quintessential butt wipe kings and queens of stupidity city?????? This is on all of U, as no matter what is given 2 me or taken away from me, I challenge any and all of U out here who hate my miserable fucking guts with an Italian Passion belonging only 2 the mighty Marie Callio of Italy HERSELF, 2 try and take my reality and what I totally know is real, AWAY FROM ME, just fucking mother humping try it as C-SQ, YO!!!!!!!!!
Sleepwalkers, explorers, controllers, manipulators, the MAS CLUBS, the BILLIONAIRES CLUB OF WOMO, and on and on, I could blog words forever, and that is all it will ever B, a bunch of blogged words, and no more, ONLY I KNOW, I know what is real and what is not real, and I have it over all of U on that one.
“My wife and I chose you after your song, “Love Is for Carpenters”, came to Washington. I told you that I have friends in the Copyright Office” This is paragraph number-2 from Roger’s last note 2 me. Mister DeGama, sir, U have one incredible family, and 99.99% of them have no clue that UR indeed behind this huge and gargantuan mess and Astral Plane game. UR Nepjup Cavey and your wife is Mariena Krassle. I hope the river-snakes gave U a real major clean up job over in freaking Krassleville, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Your old buddy Chris, the explorer 2 the northland had his experience with U and your pals, but not all that many peeps know about that little adventure over 500 years ago, YO. But I know about it. I know about the Astral world city of Hydraglacia, and I know how its physical counterpart helped 3 wise men 2 find King Akoslem, known humanly as Jesus the Christ. LSS, I feel that the war hero medals, the demos, and both MI as well as the new sound out there, is sufficient, U do not need 2 hear any of my junky songs. After-all, it was my song that when U learned about a half decade or so later and put 2 and 2 together, that caused U2B angry with me in the first place, BROWN EYED GIRL, am I wrong MC???????????????
I have a lot more 2 continue from where my train of thought was interfered with after my keys were lost and after my having 2 exit the library so early back Friday while trying 2 do a double blog or 2 days of one blog glued together so 2 speak. Many things that I told that will B harped more on, indeed will, not right now today, also, I’ve no way forgotten my mom’s story of when all those around her thought she had try and taken her own life with a bottle of sleeping pills. Lots of peeps up in New York, think that a toaster oven was responsible 4 burning down an Amityville house of horrors, only this was not the case freaking either, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There was a short duration in my life where I had begun a wild and nutty quest 2 find a missing person from my past, a wild and powerful teenager. This girl was beautiful and awesome, and could do some amazing things that go far beyond anything this world could ever understand. A few nights ago, John Henningsen appeared 2 me in a powerful interaction, and told me that there R things I need 2 remember from age 14, in 1969, that I am blocking still. I cannot 4 the freaking life of me imagine what else I need 2 remember. He said that it had 2 do with GASOLINE, and right away my being 2 young at 14 to drive an automobile; thus I am led 2 think of that horrible {DEGAMA “F”} word, F-I-R-E!!!!!!!!!! Fire-McGuire and Cutman DeGama, wow, Jack Kennedy, what a MOTLEY CREW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
May the gods take pity the fuck on me and let me rest in mother fucking peace, and if not, maybe they can just let me rust in piss, something, ANYTHING, BRAHHH!!!!! Am I breaking up my text walls enough 4 all those peeps of the Unexplained-Mysteries site?????? Oh well, I would rather blog onto non-censored sites, and now am back using 3, all except 4 the great and mighty UM.
KING NEBNOOSHOO is sorry, SCYLLA, but really, let us just forget that night of the shoes-blues, OK, U have your song now, the world has it, just know that somebody pulled off another MI-STUNT, and tell MARILOO I said hi 2 all those lovely 600 examiners, not 2B ever confused with 280 or more years from now when I am Labber Zeejins, enough is enough, huh Barb and Don????????? No, not U Smiley, but I told the Atlantic County Prosecutor’s Office what U did 2 me, and what I believe happened 2 get Cuzz Dawn-Marie out of the clinic. U did not want me free and blogging, with all the time in the world and my own machine on top of it 2 boot, so POW, let us violate poor Richard Mark and his mother fucking civil rights, YO!!!!!!!!
Don’t do me any fucking favors Governor, and enjoy the very soon nasty quake, Mister Muscle Flexor. I saw your lovely blond friend the night of the storm Arnie, no not Ernie, those nasty rip tides carried away a lot more than war hero medals, rivers ran away with my mind, and more than just Mountainpen may indeed B forever stuck in this warp, huh news broadcasting systems of America, I hear, I know, nothing goes over me, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is the totally protected intellectual property of 1 Michael Wayne Mountainpen and is officially copyrighted in the name of this as well as my true name where all of my songs also R in registration in DC, along with my 1994 book, “The Permission Barrier”. All these statements, 2 the very best of my knowledge, R totally true and accurate, these words contain truth and only truth, no lies R herein, and this is a voluntarily taken oath as I speak and type these words here and know at the is freaking Fort Pierce, Florida public Library and post up into an internet computer terminal shortly.
End Transmission peeps, like DUH silwee wabbit, whaaaaaaa!!!!
Saturday, June 19, 2010
get your bloody shoe out of my taxicab-chapter 05
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
“Get Your BLOODY F-R-E-A-K-I-N-G SHOE Out of My Taxicab,
Julia Nurockey Roberts White Bassler” --- Blog Chapter---05
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C05-061810.651.555555555555555555555555555
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I am being attacked huge time by the ONES of Jane Dirt-Louise-Mailbaoats, I cannot escape getting clock-struck over and over, whatever this freaking voice ‘really’ is Copyright Examiners of 1983, along with all of the Dirty Ugly Hell!!!!!!!!! DUH!!!!! If Jane Angrymen Daughter Voicematerializations however, was all that I had 2B concerned with, I would literally HAVE IT MADE IN THE FREAKING SHADE WITH PINK PUCKING-ASS LEMONADE, MIXED WITH GRAPE JUICE, LIMEAID, ALONG WITH MANY DANCING KIDS AND ‘REAL GOOD GIRL’ SONGS PLAYING COAST 2 COAST ON NATIONAL TELEVISION, SHADES OF 1969 AND 1970 WITH THE PIG POLLUTION “ZIGGIE, HELLO” COMMERCIAL, DUH!!!!!!!!! Yeah it sure was hot in the freaking nineties, and Fahrenheit temperatures had very little 2 do with it, nor did South Florida natural ovens, BRO!!!!!!!!!
Giant girls R becoming a joke, and almost laughable, I will not say I’m not scared 2 death. But if I get attacked and forced against my will 2 do anything nasty, I will put them right into freaking county jail. I cannot count the times that I have been messed with. Still, if giant pussy, and ‘ones’ displayed continuously on clocks, were all of the sum total of my worries and concerns; then still lads, lassies, and Lab Dogs, I’d have it made. Right now, my true powerful Richard asshole Karpf, anger, is directed at, yes, them, as they put me in that house and in that nightmare in the summer time of the year of freaking 1986, but really, at Misses Estelle Andersen Bassler, Chester Perkowski, her adopted son if I am right about this so secret an issue, secrets always make me wonder things, yes I am paranoid, so fucking sue me BRAHHH!!!!!!!! This entire book may seemingly B joking a bit in its title, about the great nineteen-nineties movie called, Conspiracy Theory, with Mel Gibson and Julia Roberts, but NONE OF THIS IS ANY FUCKING JOKE, permit me uncle Nebuchadnezzar 2 assure all of U on that pernt right about now, nabe Archibald from closer into the city in Queens, without the ‘VI’!!!!!!! U can laugh and make fun of me, but I know this is all totally real and true, and I know Y most of the things R happening, first I know the entire thing is a giant game, not girl, and secondly, I know exactly Y this game and all games all over the hyperspace throughout the entire total 5th dimension is indeed ongoing, and that is a tool called by me anyway, ‘DISTRACTION’. We will touch on some new angles and concept-ideas with this entire preaching that MORIANITY does regarding games and distraction, later on right here in THIS BLOG!!!!!!
B4 getting into pucking shit, today and every day since Saturday with that giant slut on the beach attack, it has BEEN PURE FUCKING DISEASED HELL 4 ME, LOTS OF FILTHY GIRL FLIRTATIONS, AND AN ABSURD AMOUNT OF CONTINUOUS GIANT GIRLS EVERYWHERE I GO, I have not seen anything like this or near this since the year of 1979, and I think now we R topping even the nightmare disco year itself, and I do not mean giant girls in their dancing shoes crying out the blues, Kate Dairies. Platform shoes and big hairdos and disco were infreakingdeed the 3 sided equilateral triangle of the disco short lived craze, the boogie may have lived a short life, but it sure lived a freaking interesting one, huh Mister War Hero Medals Mayor, DUH???
Let me now start the discussion of today’s blog, the meat of it is all about a conversation on the telephone between my mother while she was still alive and quite well, thank U sir, Hal Lindsey and your son with his Nike Sneakers that night in the recording studio. I never heard Misses Bassler say this magical name, nor could my mother swear 2 the accuracy, but she ‘thought’ that Misses Bassler had said, the word ‘Nurockey’, spell it any way U may wish 2, YO!!!!!!!!!!! This person was the girl, supposedly, that I may have been ‘searching 4’ back in my days when my powerful and mysterious awesome quest had begun 2 locate the ALL MIGHTY TEENAGER, who at the beginning of these in my present human lifetime or “Astral-Plane-Dream-down”, I was not yet aware that REALLY, this entity in a matter form, was indeed, the ALL MIGHTY SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE. In any event, I know what I know, and there was a time when I would not dare 2 make such a bold statement. Still, I believe now that the Sorian question number 18 had little or even nothing 2 do with Y the United States Copyright Office wanted me 2 alter my copyrighted musical project title, by omitting the number 18 in 2007, and that Marguerite Simpson, the fictional Shangri-La character of the television show called, “Law & Order” was really Y. They knew big time shit about what happened back in 1986 in Manhattan, a long time B4I was ever ‘permitted’ 2 figure it out and know it. Gee, it was only me that it all happened 2, isn’t life an honest 2 the pucking-ass gods one huge and total puck-up peeps, I mean really, YO????????????????? Also, remember how I blogged years ago, 3 or more when my blogging career was just new and beginning, how my poor elderly mother was viciously attacked by magical-powers 4 the lack of a more understood technical explanation 4 the actual happening back in late 1997 on the early morning following Christmas Day, when she awoke around 4 or 5 in the freaking morning, in our Somerdale, New Jerseyhicks home, and Bonnie-Jean has nothing 2 do with any of this Laddie, USAESMWG!!!!!! My life was totally changed three mother fucking godsdamn prick sucking times, as the ‘me’ that I am now currently dreaming it 2 freaking ass B. One, in 1983 with the neck and glands and chocking, huh Shirley Grant? Second, in 1986 when I wrote “REAL GOOD GIRL”, which was just a stupid song of how I made another conquest of a teenager. No hard feelings were ever meant 2 anyone. Cut me a break world. My pernt Archibald Queens Bunker remains the same here BRO!!!! After my mother made direct contact with both Estelle Bassler and Sarah Callio, and even had a brief talk with Robert McGuire, in early parts of the year of 1997, it was not long first B4 she was interacted with big huge monster ass time. This dream has been blog-discussed over and over. She awoke after meeting Sarah in her water company in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, the web site 2 where this ‘person’ worked at the time is up on the internet, visit it, Y not, www.acmua.com/ have a freaking blast peeps, YO!!!!!! The third huge ‘change on a dime’ in my monstrously awful putrid life and hell, was in 2000, after my mother expired after lingering more than 2 years with this powerful EXPLORATRONIC ATTACK and ABDUCTION AS THE PRESENT DAY UFO WORLD BELIEVERS and FOLLOWERS would perceive all of this in their present time ignorance, and she went on 2 finally die in her mother freaking sleep on the 4th day of March in 2K, I believe it was on a Saturday. Dave Roth told me that if he had not been home when it all happened, he could tell by the vibes around the place when he arrived there and everyone in authority was there, that things may have not gone quite as smoothly 4 me, even though all I had done was 2 go 2 bed, instead of calling 911, 4 the 1000th time. I could not take the strain any longer Senator Thompson, and I knew that my going 2 mother fucking bed would end it, but as the Olympian God, Psyche Myrathus said 2 me about 3 years later in the year of OH-MAROLA-THREE, my life might have gone easier over the beginning of the 21st century if I had not done this. Yes I knew she was gonna expire, but I did not kill her, THEY DID, and U know it, Senator Freddie!!!!! My fucking conscience is totally clean. The same thing exists here with David Roth, who the enemy murdered as well, 2 years exactly 2 the day give or take, after they fucking did in my mom. My point here is being placed 2 far in the background, as I want 2 tell how my mother was interacted with initially, and then later on they struck her much harder on early 26 December later on in the same year of ’97. It is all on old blogs, but here I go again so that new readers will know this all happened, and then in addition, I’ll put other spins not yet done, on all of this stuff, BRO. B4I even go here, I want 2 thank the girl of my dreams 4 coming around 2C me yesterday late in the freaking afternoon. DIANA ARTEEMIS, I love U baby blond, more than U ever can know my endless wonderful love. I know U will protect me from these horrible giant girls that have been persecuting me now 4 quite a while. Also I know that U know that the great All-Mighty American Telephone and Telegraph Company finally got my phone working. I must stop now, library is shutting fucking down, forgot it is Friday, I do not think all that clearly, and if U told me it was March or November, I would so, OK, so what. Let me save this and finish it tomorrow here, fuck the world, but thank U Diana 4 your splendid lovely lightning, I felt your tingling once. I am always with U my lover.
It is now tomorrow, by all standards of yesterday’s concepts. It is now DATFILE: C05-061910.466 on this lousy-ass Saturday late moUUUUUUUUrning. There is so much 2 say and I thought I was gonna B here at the library until between 7 and 8 last evening, forgetting it was a Friday and the hours R only until five PM. Diana heard me type in the previous paragraph, because as soon as I left here and drove towards the Winn Dixie Grocery Store, 2 take advantage of the Bryers Ice Cream BOGO-Sale offer, getting 4 of the half gallons 4 only eleven bucks, lightning was beautifully flashing her wonderful and awesome colors at me, and when I came out of the store, she followed me home, and was still around 4 a while, but nothing at all that compared 2 Thursday’s mind bending storm, she even gave me a little tingle once then, I love U so much baby blond, and WOW-WOW-WOW, did we share a wonderful and totally non-bloggable time at your great forest last night, thank U4 loving me so much Diana, my beyond wonderful love doll and best friend!!!!! Would U peeps out here in internet-land believe that the spell checker on this computer does not even recognize BRYERS Ice Cream, just a little heads up 4 all U over at Bryers, UR my absolute fave ice cream, I eat only your brand, maybe once or twice per decade I may indulge when outside in hot fudge sundaes or perhaps a bowl of Baskins Robbins Ice Cream if out at a restaurant that serves it.
I was forced 2 freaking park my vehicle 2 blocks away from the damn library, I will never understand these stupid Indian River weekend festivals, or really, Y the Fort Pierce planners, would even think of erecting the library right here where all this other bull shit activity is ongoing so freaking ass constantly, it is extremely annoying. Concerts and events belong on one side of town and anything that has 2 do with education and more quiet atmospheres, on another end of town, that is my humble whittle ass opinion and yet still, even my miserable ex-co-worker Michelle Daniels from RPL Sound Recording Studios in Camden, New Jersey, agreed in 1980, that indeed, I am ENTITLED 2 IT!!!!!!! Thank U miserable non-Beetle-bell-Michelle!!!!!!
The other day earlier this week, I was in a really super pissed pucking off mood, need I tell anyone that 4 the sake of the friggin’ gods?????? When my blogs go from a cursing mode into a non cursing mode and vice-versa, U can know with total certainty that my life is going from a more positive or negative mode, into the reverse, as well, YO!!!!!! My computer screen at the right bottom is blocked by a little piece of notepad cardboard, so Miss Jane Shitsleazedisease cannot clock me at eleven mother pucking eleven, and my watch right this second when ‘they’ influenced me 2 look at it, says 2:11, I had the good fucking sucking plucking trucking pucking sense 2 set it ahead by precisely 3 freaking hours B4 leaving home 4 the mother freaking library, HA-HA-HA. The computer got me several times this week, my stove clock is getting me, the fucking ass clock at my work site at the Outreach Center is getting me, this is Y my diseased fucking life is so horrendous right now, I AM LITERALLY GETTING MOTHER FUCKING CLOCKED 2 MY DEATH AND DESTRUCTION, MONSTER ASS SLEAZY JANE. U had such a wonderful father, how could he have turned U out, YO!!!!!! That night at the ball park back in 1993, is just totally NEVER AND NON FORGIVABLE, HONEY-CAKES!!!!!!!! Screw-U and your ex-hub Teddy the spinner. That was one evil thing U perpetrated on me the night U insisted my PHILLIES would fucking die, and I will not forget that night anywhere near as quickly as I did another night around 7 years B4 that.
About 5 nights or so ago, I was in my bedroom listening 2 a few tapes of my music that managed 2 come down here with me 2 Florida, as the big bag I thought I had mother fucking brought, somehow got godsdamn lost, but a few cassette tapes managed 2 make it here, Suddenly I just KNEW some force or power was right there in my room, and I flipped the bird into an otherwise totally empty room, void of any so-called living or sentient thing. Instantly, the cassette shut off 4 no reason whatsoever, and kept doing this, and the more I would flip the finger fucking bird at this thing that I definitely felt there inside of me ol’ bedroom, the more the machine kept fucking up. This happens to me, things like this, it has been an ongoing experience ever since basically the early nineteen-seventies, and my mom and her co-worker PH and the tapes I got through her at the office where they both worked at the 3 Penn Center Plaza Building, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USAESMWG. ‘3’ Penn Center ‘Plaza’, YO, all that is missing in THIS ‘PLACE’, is one zero and one lady who once owned a shop on 10-SC Avenue named Estelle Andersen Bassler, a very similar name if U print them under each other and fool around with these letters like a puzzle game of words and letters, is anyone really 100% skeptical on the topic of SYMBOLISM????? How can UB, as U need 2B either brain-dead or in living denial of truth in front of your eyes. The missing or MI-SING (zero-0) is letter number (15) in the English alphabetical ordered system. This was the age I was when DeGama and his wild THAT-FAMILY began cutting me up in my sleep, and messing with me, but he is no ordinary fellow. This man is every bit as instrumental in the history of civilization and humankind on Planet Earth, as was Christopher Columbus; they both were very amazing explorers. I repeat myself, {{{{{(((EXPLORERS)))}}}}}!! Columbus from the north, and English, and Mister DeGama was from Portugal, a fascinating place. My dad spent lots of time in a secret library there during a period of the Second World War, researching Spanish Treasure Galleons, B4 later using Naval Maritime equipment 2 go ‘MAGGING’ as it is termed in the treasure salvage industry, 2 get magnetic readings on a magnetometer as these devices R called. In any event the greatest female recording artist of all time, Mariah Carey is a direct descendant of DeGama, and that is historical fact, but not only is this a genealogical truth, but also, these 2 men were merged a lot in the 20th century, as DeGama in all aspects, is indeed, QUITE-THE EXPLORER, SHALL I SAY, QUITE THE EXPLORATRON, as well, BRO????????? C how all of these things just come together, only it takes exhaustive research effort, and tons of time and energy and persistence.
First let me tell U all a couple of things about exploratronics, not the technical details so much, but merely a situation. When MC was living here as Sarah, a man whose name is the total antimatter reverse of the owner of the ex-Haddonwood Swimming Club of West Deptford, NJUSAESMWG, was planning many things. First he altered his name 2 Carey, and that was most important. Still, “HE” was not his doing; it was all DeGama working through him the entire time. This is one mighty exploratron, what AM I GONNA DO WITH U ROGER??????? EXPLORER/EXPLORATRON, research this great Portuguese explorer, he is very fascinating, him and his frightening glary eyes, he sends Donna Gaines goose ups up and down my butt hole at C-SQ. Now do not go thinking that all of this is something that I had figured out years ago, I am in a major learning and growing process through all of this bullshit, if I were 2 say otherwise, I’d B the epitome of a filthy liar!!!!!! Still, when I was staying at the home of child molester Thomas J. Reale, in Ventnor, NJUSAESMWG, on Cornwall Avenue in late June up through the 12th of July, I had as many of my blog-audience is aware of, a series of either 3 or 4 interactions, while I was staying at this house and ‘working’ 4 him as a so-called plumber’s assistant, the site that now today and 4 numerous recent years, is the branch of the Atlantic City Municipal Utilities Authority known simply as the Ventnor Water Company. These dreams all began with me being a part of this family, being with them, unable 2 escape them, and that glary eyed dude DeGama was always doing medical things 2 me, many times, cutting me, even once cutting my lungs out of my chest, and 4 whatever reason that eludes my logical mind by any science or philosophies and reasons that I am aware of, turned them into bloody washcloths, and with bright red blood all through these washcloths, he would squeeze them in his hands, and I would B laying on a table coughing each time he would squeeze and then let out a nasty laugh in a baritone voice that amazed me 4 a man that was not that large. They never called themselves by any names or labels, but somehow and do not tell me that anyone out here who does remember their dreams well, has not had the experience of just ‘KNOWING’ something in a ‘DREAM’ or interaction as I prefer 2 label this activity. Even though this never was done, I knew them always and totally, no wonderments at all about it, as THAT-FAMILY, and later on in blogs of more than 3 and one half decades henceforth, I merely have added terms 2 those 2 words, such as THAT ASTRAL WORLD FAMILY OF 1970, as the interactions were all in a row over a series of 3 or 4 nights in early July, of (1970). Now after the man that DeGama was operating through, no longer had the waking world dude around any longer in this part of the hyperspace in this exact parallel universe, which was coming up now on 8 years, HE chose 2 fully operate through another. He all ready was sort of doing it, chain-letter-style, no puns intended on either item there. Subliminal stuff is where the real power lies. This is Y SSJK tells me 2B subtle. By my not saying the details of the major huge convincer shot that I told this blog book about on the other past blog, merely giving very subtle hints where anyone not knowing all about me would not even ever get what I was telling that I always despised so much, but MC can relate 100%. Ann Silva did it all the time herself she we would go places and music was playing, I hate it. My mother did it, I just cannot stand it. But no logical reason is there 4YI cannot. Interactions such as the one where the song, “How Many Times” was playing at MC’s house up on the north island in the middle nineteen-seventies would also just have no rational explanation, if my exploratronics ones were thrown out and discarded. I never said I have all the facts and so perfectly, but I sure am doing pretty damn well 4 a poor tortured soul involved and targeted by this powerful man. It seems the quintessential irony that MC demands a public apology 2 the world 4 what I did in 1986. How about what was all done 2 me? 2 sides R there with all stories. This family used me 2 do many things. I hold no grudges, and I am no Bruce Pennock in antimatter. Still, gimme a bweak, U peeps R not exactly angels either, and I love how things fit so well, such as MC’s latest movie, and music project, where this is admitted, as well as the matching of my new life in Florida with April Lee, I planned none of this peeps, NON OF IT!!!!!!!!!!
An army of strange peeps has been following me around ever since the sixties. I have cited the major examples that I deem of most importance throughout my 4-5 years of blogging now, onto the World Wide Web. The man from India in 1996 early in August who terrorized my mother and I at the Turnersville Pathmark mini-mall of Turnersville, New Jersey, USAESMWG, was a huge event, and also naturally the police and prosecutors and all authorities would not touch any of it with a light year long freaking stick. A young beauty queen tried 2 run over Arthur Crane and myself at another Wal-Mart mini mall just west of there by a few miles about a year B4 that give or take, it was totally intentional, this same giant beautiful teen queen, raped me at the John Kennedy Hospital, in the elevator, and got away with it, somewhere in other parallel universes, I have a hyperspace daughter named Paula King Junior as a result of this nightmare incident, or PEE as she insists on being called, she will B turning age 12 on the 29th day of September, I did nit forget U, sweet PEE, nor will I. The stories I could tell would fill up half an ocean, and time permits none of this. So let me move this along a bit and discuss the conversation between Misses Bassler and my mom over the telephone back just months B4 Paula King exploratronically attacked my mom, and no one in the entire medical community was ever permitted 2 become privy of just what was really done 2 my poor innocent mom. After more than 2 years of lingering with an excruciating and agonizing unknown ‘medical condition’, she finally went 2 her ‘rest’ on the 4th day of March in 2K. I was determined that it was time she B permitted 2 rest. NO MORE HELL 4 her from THAT-FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What we think we remember from the ‘dream-world’ is a translation of symbolic-ness that manages 2 successfully match our so-called awake and living reality here and now. I do not think the interaction about the 10 thousand dollar property owned by my grandfather, or the father of my mom, was in LBI, in NJUSAESMWG. Mom I feel translated this part of this because she is able 2 identify in her waking life experiences with LBI and her father and her father’s great summer’s boy camp of the early-middle 20th century, called CAMP MEQUON. Interesting how MC has had her camp also, matching the initials of this Long Beach Island camp, as well as her own name initials. Still, this all happened directly following her interacting in the waking world with a distant cousin of MC, Sarah Callio, of Atlantic City, New Jersey. Both camps have the magical 10 letters as well. I met Sarah’s ‘cousin’ on 10-SC Avenue when I was 10, and when SHE was 10 the next time, it was 1980, and she sent me the most powerful interaction, HER song “LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS”. The total real lyrics were not remembered until years later when I entered into a voluntary deep heavy psychic trance while alone at work at Cifaloglio, as I came back in early June of 1980 from this powerful wild experience with only a tiny part of this great awesome heaven sent song. But details have in my opinion, something 2 do with Heinz Gottwald; no one is willing 2 impart the needed private and protected information, so unless I had big bucks 2 spend, this could never really B further or more successfully investigated. As 4 the conversation, my mom was told by Misses Bassler, that a girl was indeed staying with her and her ‘son’ Chester Perkowski, and the sir or the last name of this mystery girl was, according 2 my mother, Nurockey. She never was positive, and at the time, her hearing was not all that good, and she did not like wearing hearing aides, so what exact name was heard by her might never B known or blogged. The symbolism here is mind bending just the same. Nuwhitekey, Nurockey, Hickey, would Abbey Carmichael and Jack the great McCoy go 4 anywhere near this amount of wild coincidences, or would they prosecute some defendant. When I spoke 2 Misses Bassler later on and attempted 2 indeed clarify the name and all of this, I could not get 2 much out of her. She said that, and I will quote her on this, that “I should stop chasing ghosts, and come on down and land”. This offended me, and I did not ever ask her 2 much after this. This mysterious girl is talked about not in person, but in mechanics, by the great Hal Lindsey, and Nike sneakers all notwithstanding. Satan is not the only one that is alive and well and living on Planet Earth. The hell with Apollo-Lucifer Diabolis Arteemis, how about cuz Sarah-Stacey, Copyright Examiner????? Diana told me last night at her great forest 2B careful and grow some back eyes, gee really!!!!!!
The interaction that repeated quite often down here in Flagler’s Florida with the numbers of 20 and 2 has been figured out or at least I feel it most likely is the answer. Biblically, the number 22 is pronounced twenty-and-two. 20 and 2 have been numbers that 4 some time now keep coming 2 me in powerful vivid dreams, one or 2 of them, even had old smiley Donald Trump himself coming 2 me in these experiences. How many times did the great ALL MIGHTY SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, say the 2 words together of “I AM” in her song, LOIS-FOCA????? U got it, twenty-two times, (22)!!!! When I came out of the interaction, I remember telling my mother the weekend upcoming about the powerful dreaming experience and how I felt in this ‘dream’ that I had always known this girl who seemed 2B about the age of 22 with long beautiful brown hair, but never at those earlier times in my adult life, connected it up in any way 2 Sarah from Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City.
STUDIO PARK RECORDS, was invented by me in 1994 around the first couple months of the years, and I included it in a book that I wrote, and copyrighted in my name in late October in that same year of 1994. It was never meant 2 work out, not 4 me anyway, its private-cosmicoded-number is 0% compatible Gawnumly with MARK MOHR, me. What worries me is that April Lee’s-PCN-862 is also a non-compat with mine, PCN-871. I am miserable, I hate my job, I have nothing but hell around me, and life sucks and stinks. I am not a complainer. Peeps expect me 2 live a life that they want not expect a damn motherfucking dog 2B living, and it is really starting 2 motherfucking get 2 me at the speed of light squared, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Over the entire week, a force has surrounded me, I can feel it, and I do not have a clue what it is, and only know that it makes me feel horrible and blue. It is shadowing me around like an invisible nuclear missile aimed right directly at my mother pucking soul, it was all week long, and is coming 2 some kind of a climax, I feel it bigger than I have ever felt anything. I was really hoping that I could have talked my baby blond love doll, Diana, into coning right down 2 me and take me away from this horrible place forever, but she told me, she is not allowed, SSJK has 2 many freaking plans 4 me, and she also said that she is getting very impatient, and that I need 2 take care of certain bizz. What happened 2 all your patience my long haired brown eyed love????? Your doggie is trying and dying down here, give me a chance my teen-queen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is all the copyrighted and protected intellectual property of me, MARK WAYNE MOHR/MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN, 2010. All of my blogs R copyrighted in my name as well as registered on a web site service of verification. Thanx 4 notin’ Gov. Screw all of U son of a bitches. It is always OK 2 hurt me and fuck with me and steal my shit and now my entire life and property, and I am supposed 2 just sit back and love everybody. Diana is calling me now, a crash of thunder, I love U Diana, and I’ll B out there with U in just a minute after posting up me ol’ bwog, whaaaaa. I LOVE U GIRL!!!!
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“Get Your BLOODY F-R-E-A-K-I-N-G SHOE Out of My Taxicab,
Julia Nurockey Roberts White Bassler” --- Blog Chapter---05
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I am being attacked huge time by the ONES of Jane Dirt-Louise-Mailbaoats, I cannot escape getting clock-struck over and over, whatever this freaking voice ‘really’ is Copyright Examiners of 1983, along with all of the Dirty Ugly Hell!!!!!!!!! DUH!!!!! If Jane Angrymen Daughter Voicematerializations however, was all that I had 2B concerned with, I would literally HAVE IT MADE IN THE FREAKING SHADE WITH PINK PUCKING-ASS LEMONADE, MIXED WITH GRAPE JUICE, LIMEAID, ALONG WITH MANY DANCING KIDS AND ‘REAL GOOD GIRL’ SONGS PLAYING COAST 2 COAST ON NATIONAL TELEVISION, SHADES OF 1969 AND 1970 WITH THE PIG POLLUTION “ZIGGIE, HELLO” COMMERCIAL, DUH!!!!!!!!! Yeah it sure was hot in the freaking nineties, and Fahrenheit temperatures had very little 2 do with it, nor did South Florida natural ovens, BRO!!!!!!!!!
Giant girls R becoming a joke, and almost laughable, I will not say I’m not scared 2 death. But if I get attacked and forced against my will 2 do anything nasty, I will put them right into freaking county jail. I cannot count the times that I have been messed with. Still, if giant pussy, and ‘ones’ displayed continuously on clocks, were all of the sum total of my worries and concerns; then still lads, lassies, and Lab Dogs, I’d have it made. Right now, my true powerful Richard asshole Karpf, anger, is directed at, yes, them, as they put me in that house and in that nightmare in the summer time of the year of freaking 1986, but really, at Misses Estelle Andersen Bassler, Chester Perkowski, her adopted son if I am right about this so secret an issue, secrets always make me wonder things, yes I am paranoid, so fucking sue me BRAHHH!!!!!!!! This entire book may seemingly B joking a bit in its title, about the great nineteen-nineties movie called, Conspiracy Theory, with Mel Gibson and Julia Roberts, but NONE OF THIS IS ANY FUCKING JOKE, permit me uncle Nebuchadnezzar 2 assure all of U on that pernt right about now, nabe Archibald from closer into the city in Queens, without the ‘VI’!!!!!!! U can laugh and make fun of me, but I know this is all totally real and true, and I know Y most of the things R happening, first I know the entire thing is a giant game, not girl, and secondly, I know exactly Y this game and all games all over the hyperspace throughout the entire total 5th dimension is indeed ongoing, and that is a tool called by me anyway, ‘DISTRACTION’. We will touch on some new angles and concept-ideas with this entire preaching that MORIANITY does regarding games and distraction, later on right here in THIS BLOG!!!!!!
B4 getting into pucking shit, today and every day since Saturday with that giant slut on the beach attack, it has BEEN PURE FUCKING DISEASED HELL 4 ME, LOTS OF FILTHY GIRL FLIRTATIONS, AND AN ABSURD AMOUNT OF CONTINUOUS GIANT GIRLS EVERYWHERE I GO, I have not seen anything like this or near this since the year of 1979, and I think now we R topping even the nightmare disco year itself, and I do not mean giant girls in their dancing shoes crying out the blues, Kate Dairies. Platform shoes and big hairdos and disco were infreakingdeed the 3 sided equilateral triangle of the disco short lived craze, the boogie may have lived a short life, but it sure lived a freaking interesting one, huh Mister War Hero Medals Mayor, DUH???
Let me now start the discussion of today’s blog, the meat of it is all about a conversation on the telephone between my mother while she was still alive and quite well, thank U sir, Hal Lindsey and your son with his Nike Sneakers that night in the recording studio. I never heard Misses Bassler say this magical name, nor could my mother swear 2 the accuracy, but she ‘thought’ that Misses Bassler had said, the word ‘Nurockey’, spell it any way U may wish 2, YO!!!!!!!!!!! This person was the girl, supposedly, that I may have been ‘searching 4’ back in my days when my powerful and mysterious awesome quest had begun 2 locate the ALL MIGHTY TEENAGER, who at the beginning of these in my present human lifetime or “Astral-Plane-Dream-down”, I was not yet aware that REALLY, this entity in a matter form, was indeed, the ALL MIGHTY SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE. In any event, I know what I know, and there was a time when I would not dare 2 make such a bold statement. Still, I believe now that the Sorian question number 18 had little or even nothing 2 do with Y the United States Copyright Office wanted me 2 alter my copyrighted musical project title, by omitting the number 18 in 2007, and that Marguerite Simpson, the fictional Shangri-La character of the television show called, “Law & Order” was really Y. They knew big time shit about what happened back in 1986 in Manhattan, a long time B4I was ever ‘permitted’ 2 figure it out and know it. Gee, it was only me that it all happened 2, isn’t life an honest 2 the pucking-ass gods one huge and total puck-up peeps, I mean really, YO????????????????? Also, remember how I blogged years ago, 3 or more when my blogging career was just new and beginning, how my poor elderly mother was viciously attacked by magical-powers 4 the lack of a more understood technical explanation 4 the actual happening back in late 1997 on the early morning following Christmas Day, when she awoke around 4 or 5 in the freaking morning, in our Somerdale, New Jerseyhicks home, and Bonnie-Jean has nothing 2 do with any of this Laddie, USAESMWG!!!!!! My life was totally changed three mother fucking godsdamn prick sucking times, as the ‘me’ that I am now currently dreaming it 2 freaking ass B. One, in 1983 with the neck and glands and chocking, huh Shirley Grant? Second, in 1986 when I wrote “REAL GOOD GIRL”, which was just a stupid song of how I made another conquest of a teenager. No hard feelings were ever meant 2 anyone. Cut me a break world. My pernt Archibald Queens Bunker remains the same here BRO!!!! After my mother made direct contact with both Estelle Bassler and Sarah Callio, and even had a brief talk with Robert McGuire, in early parts of the year of 1997, it was not long first B4 she was interacted with big huge monster ass time. This dream has been blog-discussed over and over. She awoke after meeting Sarah in her water company in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, the web site 2 where this ‘person’ worked at the time is up on the internet, visit it, Y not, www.acmua.com/ have a freaking blast peeps, YO!!!!!! The third huge ‘change on a dime’ in my monstrously awful putrid life and hell, was in 2000, after my mother expired after lingering more than 2 years with this powerful EXPLORATRONIC ATTACK and ABDUCTION AS THE PRESENT DAY UFO WORLD BELIEVERS and FOLLOWERS would perceive all of this in their present time ignorance, and she went on 2 finally die in her mother freaking sleep on the 4th day of March in 2K, I believe it was on a Saturday. Dave Roth told me that if he had not been home when it all happened, he could tell by the vibes around the place when he arrived there and everyone in authority was there, that things may have not gone quite as smoothly 4 me, even though all I had done was 2 go 2 bed, instead of calling 911, 4 the 1000th time. I could not take the strain any longer Senator Thompson, and I knew that my going 2 mother fucking bed would end it, but as the Olympian God, Psyche Myrathus said 2 me about 3 years later in the year of OH-MAROLA-THREE, my life might have gone easier over the beginning of the 21st century if I had not done this. Yes I knew she was gonna expire, but I did not kill her, THEY DID, and U know it, Senator Freddie!!!!! My fucking conscience is totally clean. The same thing exists here with David Roth, who the enemy murdered as well, 2 years exactly 2 the day give or take, after they fucking did in my mom. My point here is being placed 2 far in the background, as I want 2 tell how my mother was interacted with initially, and then later on they struck her much harder on early 26 December later on in the same year of ’97. It is all on old blogs, but here I go again so that new readers will know this all happened, and then in addition, I’ll put other spins not yet done, on all of this stuff, BRO. B4I even go here, I want 2 thank the girl of my dreams 4 coming around 2C me yesterday late in the freaking afternoon. DIANA ARTEEMIS, I love U baby blond, more than U ever can know my endless wonderful love. I know U will protect me from these horrible giant girls that have been persecuting me now 4 quite a while. Also I know that U know that the great All-Mighty American Telephone and Telegraph Company finally got my phone working. I must stop now, library is shutting fucking down, forgot it is Friday, I do not think all that clearly, and if U told me it was March or November, I would so, OK, so what. Let me save this and finish it tomorrow here, fuck the world, but thank U Diana 4 your splendid lovely lightning, I felt your tingling once. I am always with U my lover.
It is now tomorrow, by all standards of yesterday’s concepts. It is now DATFILE: C05-061910.466 on this lousy-ass Saturday late moUUUUUUUUrning. There is so much 2 say and I thought I was gonna B here at the library until between 7 and 8 last evening, forgetting it was a Friday and the hours R only until five PM. Diana heard me type in the previous paragraph, because as soon as I left here and drove towards the Winn Dixie Grocery Store, 2 take advantage of the Bryers Ice Cream BOGO-Sale offer, getting 4 of the half gallons 4 only eleven bucks, lightning was beautifully flashing her wonderful and awesome colors at me, and when I came out of the store, she followed me home, and was still around 4 a while, but nothing at all that compared 2 Thursday’s mind bending storm, she even gave me a little tingle once then, I love U so much baby blond, and WOW-WOW-WOW, did we share a wonderful and totally non-bloggable time at your great forest last night, thank U4 loving me so much Diana, my beyond wonderful love doll and best friend!!!!! Would U peeps out here in internet-land believe that the spell checker on this computer does not even recognize BRYERS Ice Cream, just a little heads up 4 all U over at Bryers, UR my absolute fave ice cream, I eat only your brand, maybe once or twice per decade I may indulge when outside in hot fudge sundaes or perhaps a bowl of Baskins Robbins Ice Cream if out at a restaurant that serves it.
I was forced 2 freaking park my vehicle 2 blocks away from the damn library, I will never understand these stupid Indian River weekend festivals, or really, Y the Fort Pierce planners, would even think of erecting the library right here where all this other bull shit activity is ongoing so freaking ass constantly, it is extremely annoying. Concerts and events belong on one side of town and anything that has 2 do with education and more quiet atmospheres, on another end of town, that is my humble whittle ass opinion and yet still, even my miserable ex-co-worker Michelle Daniels from RPL Sound Recording Studios in Camden, New Jersey, agreed in 1980, that indeed, I am ENTITLED 2 IT!!!!!!! Thank U miserable non-Beetle-bell-Michelle!!!!!!
The other day earlier this week, I was in a really super pissed pucking off mood, need I tell anyone that 4 the sake of the friggin’ gods?????? When my blogs go from a cursing mode into a non cursing mode and vice-versa, U can know with total certainty that my life is going from a more positive or negative mode, into the reverse, as well, YO!!!!!! My computer screen at the right bottom is blocked by a little piece of notepad cardboard, so Miss Jane Shitsleazedisease cannot clock me at eleven mother pucking eleven, and my watch right this second when ‘they’ influenced me 2 look at it, says 2:11, I had the good fucking sucking plucking trucking pucking sense 2 set it ahead by precisely 3 freaking hours B4 leaving home 4 the mother freaking library, HA-HA-HA. The computer got me several times this week, my stove clock is getting me, the fucking ass clock at my work site at the Outreach Center is getting me, this is Y my diseased fucking life is so horrendous right now, I AM LITERALLY GETTING MOTHER FUCKING CLOCKED 2 MY DEATH AND DESTRUCTION, MONSTER ASS SLEAZY JANE. U had such a wonderful father, how could he have turned U out, YO!!!!!! That night at the ball park back in 1993, is just totally NEVER AND NON FORGIVABLE, HONEY-CAKES!!!!!!!! Screw-U and your ex-hub Teddy the spinner. That was one evil thing U perpetrated on me the night U insisted my PHILLIES would fucking die, and I will not forget that night anywhere near as quickly as I did another night around 7 years B4 that.
About 5 nights or so ago, I was in my bedroom listening 2 a few tapes of my music that managed 2 come down here with me 2 Florida, as the big bag I thought I had mother fucking brought, somehow got godsdamn lost, but a few cassette tapes managed 2 make it here, Suddenly I just KNEW some force or power was right there in my room, and I flipped the bird into an otherwise totally empty room, void of any so-called living or sentient thing. Instantly, the cassette shut off 4 no reason whatsoever, and kept doing this, and the more I would flip the finger fucking bird at this thing that I definitely felt there inside of me ol’ bedroom, the more the machine kept fucking up. This happens to me, things like this, it has been an ongoing experience ever since basically the early nineteen-seventies, and my mom and her co-worker PH and the tapes I got through her at the office where they both worked at the 3 Penn Center Plaza Building, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USAESMWG. ‘3’ Penn Center ‘Plaza’, YO, all that is missing in THIS ‘PLACE’, is one zero and one lady who once owned a shop on 10-SC Avenue named Estelle Andersen Bassler, a very similar name if U print them under each other and fool around with these letters like a puzzle game of words and letters, is anyone really 100% skeptical on the topic of SYMBOLISM????? How can UB, as U need 2B either brain-dead or in living denial of truth in front of your eyes. The missing or MI-SING (zero-0) is letter number (15) in the English alphabetical ordered system. This was the age I was when DeGama and his wild THAT-FAMILY began cutting me up in my sleep, and messing with me, but he is no ordinary fellow. This man is every bit as instrumental in the history of civilization and humankind on Planet Earth, as was Christopher Columbus; they both were very amazing explorers. I repeat myself, {{{{{(((EXPLORERS)))}}}}}!! Columbus from the north, and English, and Mister DeGama was from Portugal, a fascinating place. My dad spent lots of time in a secret library there during a period of the Second World War, researching Spanish Treasure Galleons, B4 later using Naval Maritime equipment 2 go ‘MAGGING’ as it is termed in the treasure salvage industry, 2 get magnetic readings on a magnetometer as these devices R called. In any event the greatest female recording artist of all time, Mariah Carey is a direct descendant of DeGama, and that is historical fact, but not only is this a genealogical truth, but also, these 2 men were merged a lot in the 20th century, as DeGama in all aspects, is indeed, QUITE-THE EXPLORER, SHALL I SAY, QUITE THE EXPLORATRON, as well, BRO????????? C how all of these things just come together, only it takes exhaustive research effort, and tons of time and energy and persistence.
First let me tell U all a couple of things about exploratronics, not the technical details so much, but merely a situation. When MC was living here as Sarah, a man whose name is the total antimatter reverse of the owner of the ex-Haddonwood Swimming Club of West Deptford, NJUSAESMWG, was planning many things. First he altered his name 2 Carey, and that was most important. Still, “HE” was not his doing; it was all DeGama working through him the entire time. This is one mighty exploratron, what AM I GONNA DO WITH U ROGER??????? EXPLORER/EXPLORATRON, research this great Portuguese explorer, he is very fascinating, him and his frightening glary eyes, he sends Donna Gaines goose ups up and down my butt hole at C-SQ. Now do not go thinking that all of this is something that I had figured out years ago, I am in a major learning and growing process through all of this bullshit, if I were 2 say otherwise, I’d B the epitome of a filthy liar!!!!!! Still, when I was staying at the home of child molester Thomas J. Reale, in Ventnor, NJUSAESMWG, on Cornwall Avenue in late June up through the 12th of July, I had as many of my blog-audience is aware of, a series of either 3 or 4 interactions, while I was staying at this house and ‘working’ 4 him as a so-called plumber’s assistant, the site that now today and 4 numerous recent years, is the branch of the Atlantic City Municipal Utilities Authority known simply as the Ventnor Water Company. These dreams all began with me being a part of this family, being with them, unable 2 escape them, and that glary eyed dude DeGama was always doing medical things 2 me, many times, cutting me, even once cutting my lungs out of my chest, and 4 whatever reason that eludes my logical mind by any science or philosophies and reasons that I am aware of, turned them into bloody washcloths, and with bright red blood all through these washcloths, he would squeeze them in his hands, and I would B laying on a table coughing each time he would squeeze and then let out a nasty laugh in a baritone voice that amazed me 4 a man that was not that large. They never called themselves by any names or labels, but somehow and do not tell me that anyone out here who does remember their dreams well, has not had the experience of just ‘KNOWING’ something in a ‘DREAM’ or interaction as I prefer 2 label this activity. Even though this never was done, I knew them always and totally, no wonderments at all about it, as THAT-FAMILY, and later on in blogs of more than 3 and one half decades henceforth, I merely have added terms 2 those 2 words, such as THAT ASTRAL WORLD FAMILY OF 1970, as the interactions were all in a row over a series of 3 or 4 nights in early July, of (1970). Now after the man that DeGama was operating through, no longer had the waking world dude around any longer in this part of the hyperspace in this exact parallel universe, which was coming up now on 8 years, HE chose 2 fully operate through another. He all ready was sort of doing it, chain-letter-style, no puns intended on either item there. Subliminal stuff is where the real power lies. This is Y SSJK tells me 2B subtle. By my not saying the details of the major huge convincer shot that I told this blog book about on the other past blog, merely giving very subtle hints where anyone not knowing all about me would not even ever get what I was telling that I always despised so much, but MC can relate 100%. Ann Silva did it all the time herself she we would go places and music was playing, I hate it. My mother did it, I just cannot stand it. But no logical reason is there 4YI cannot. Interactions such as the one where the song, “How Many Times” was playing at MC’s house up on the north island in the middle nineteen-seventies would also just have no rational explanation, if my exploratronics ones were thrown out and discarded. I never said I have all the facts and so perfectly, but I sure am doing pretty damn well 4 a poor tortured soul involved and targeted by this powerful man. It seems the quintessential irony that MC demands a public apology 2 the world 4 what I did in 1986. How about what was all done 2 me? 2 sides R there with all stories. This family used me 2 do many things. I hold no grudges, and I am no Bruce Pennock in antimatter. Still, gimme a bweak, U peeps R not exactly angels either, and I love how things fit so well, such as MC’s latest movie, and music project, where this is admitted, as well as the matching of my new life in Florida with April Lee, I planned none of this peeps, NON OF IT!!!!!!!!!!
An army of strange peeps has been following me around ever since the sixties. I have cited the major examples that I deem of most importance throughout my 4-5 years of blogging now, onto the World Wide Web. The man from India in 1996 early in August who terrorized my mother and I at the Turnersville Pathmark mini-mall of Turnersville, New Jersey, USAESMWG, was a huge event, and also naturally the police and prosecutors and all authorities would not touch any of it with a light year long freaking stick. A young beauty queen tried 2 run over Arthur Crane and myself at another Wal-Mart mini mall just west of there by a few miles about a year B4 that give or take, it was totally intentional, this same giant beautiful teen queen, raped me at the John Kennedy Hospital, in the elevator, and got away with it, somewhere in other parallel universes, I have a hyperspace daughter named Paula King Junior as a result of this nightmare incident, or PEE as she insists on being called, she will B turning age 12 on the 29th day of September, I did nit forget U, sweet PEE, nor will I. The stories I could tell would fill up half an ocean, and time permits none of this. So let me move this along a bit and discuss the conversation between Misses Bassler and my mom over the telephone back just months B4 Paula King exploratronically attacked my mom, and no one in the entire medical community was ever permitted 2 become privy of just what was really done 2 my poor innocent mom. After more than 2 years of lingering with an excruciating and agonizing unknown ‘medical condition’, she finally went 2 her ‘rest’ on the 4th day of March in 2K. I was determined that it was time she B permitted 2 rest. NO MORE HELL 4 her from THAT-FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What we think we remember from the ‘dream-world’ is a translation of symbolic-ness that manages 2 successfully match our so-called awake and living reality here and now. I do not think the interaction about the 10 thousand dollar property owned by my grandfather, or the father of my mom, was in LBI, in NJUSAESMWG. Mom I feel translated this part of this because she is able 2 identify in her waking life experiences with LBI and her father and her father’s great summer’s boy camp of the early-middle 20th century, called CAMP MEQUON. Interesting how MC has had her camp also, matching the initials of this Long Beach Island camp, as well as her own name initials. Still, this all happened directly following her interacting in the waking world with a distant cousin of MC, Sarah Callio, of Atlantic City, New Jersey. Both camps have the magical 10 letters as well. I met Sarah’s ‘cousin’ on 10-SC Avenue when I was 10, and when SHE was 10 the next time, it was 1980, and she sent me the most powerful interaction, HER song “LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS”. The total real lyrics were not remembered until years later when I entered into a voluntary deep heavy psychic trance while alone at work at Cifaloglio, as I came back in early June of 1980 from this powerful wild experience with only a tiny part of this great awesome heaven sent song. But details have in my opinion, something 2 do with Heinz Gottwald; no one is willing 2 impart the needed private and protected information, so unless I had big bucks 2 spend, this could never really B further or more successfully investigated. As 4 the conversation, my mom was told by Misses Bassler, that a girl was indeed staying with her and her ‘son’ Chester Perkowski, and the sir or the last name of this mystery girl was, according 2 my mother, Nurockey. She never was positive, and at the time, her hearing was not all that good, and she did not like wearing hearing aides, so what exact name was heard by her might never B known or blogged. The symbolism here is mind bending just the same. Nuwhitekey, Nurockey, Hickey, would Abbey Carmichael and Jack the great McCoy go 4 anywhere near this amount of wild coincidences, or would they prosecute some defendant. When I spoke 2 Misses Bassler later on and attempted 2 indeed clarify the name and all of this, I could not get 2 much out of her. She said that, and I will quote her on this, that “I should stop chasing ghosts, and come on down and land”. This offended me, and I did not ever ask her 2 much after this. This mysterious girl is talked about not in person, but in mechanics, by the great Hal Lindsey, and Nike sneakers all notwithstanding. Satan is not the only one that is alive and well and living on Planet Earth. The hell with Apollo-Lucifer Diabolis Arteemis, how about cuz Sarah-Stacey, Copyright Examiner????? Diana told me last night at her great forest 2B careful and grow some back eyes, gee really!!!!!!
The interaction that repeated quite often down here in Flagler’s Florida with the numbers of 20 and 2 has been figured out or at least I feel it most likely is the answer. Biblically, the number 22 is pronounced twenty-and-two. 20 and 2 have been numbers that 4 some time now keep coming 2 me in powerful vivid dreams, one or 2 of them, even had old smiley Donald Trump himself coming 2 me in these experiences. How many times did the great ALL MIGHTY SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, say the 2 words together of “I AM” in her song, LOIS-FOCA????? U got it, twenty-two times, (22)!!!! When I came out of the interaction, I remember telling my mother the weekend upcoming about the powerful dreaming experience and how I felt in this ‘dream’ that I had always known this girl who seemed 2B about the age of 22 with long beautiful brown hair, but never at those earlier times in my adult life, connected it up in any way 2 Sarah from Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City.
STUDIO PARK RECORDS, was invented by me in 1994 around the first couple months of the years, and I included it in a book that I wrote, and copyrighted in my name in late October in that same year of 1994. It was never meant 2 work out, not 4 me anyway, its private-cosmicoded-number is 0% compatible Gawnumly with MARK MOHR, me. What worries me is that April Lee’s-PCN-862 is also a non-compat with mine, PCN-871. I am miserable, I hate my job, I have nothing but hell around me, and life sucks and stinks. I am not a complainer. Peeps expect me 2 live a life that they want not expect a damn motherfucking dog 2B living, and it is really starting 2 motherfucking get 2 me at the speed of light squared, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Over the entire week, a force has surrounded me, I can feel it, and I do not have a clue what it is, and only know that it makes me feel horrible and blue. It is shadowing me around like an invisible nuclear missile aimed right directly at my mother pucking soul, it was all week long, and is coming 2 some kind of a climax, I feel it bigger than I have ever felt anything. I was really hoping that I could have talked my baby blond love doll, Diana, into coning right down 2 me and take me away from this horrible place forever, but she told me, she is not allowed, SSJK has 2 many freaking plans 4 me, and she also said that she is getting very impatient, and that I need 2 take care of certain bizz. What happened 2 all your patience my long haired brown eyed love????? Your doggie is trying and dying down here, give me a chance my teen-queen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is all the copyrighted and protected intellectual property of me, MARK WAYNE MOHR/MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN, 2010. All of my blogs R copyrighted in my name as well as registered on a web site service of verification. Thanx 4 notin’ Gov. Screw all of U son of a bitches. It is always OK 2 hurt me and fuck with me and steal my shit and now my entire life and property, and I am supposed 2 just sit back and love everybody. Diana is calling me now, a crash of thunder, I love U Diana, and I’ll B out there with U in just a minute after posting up me ol’ bwog, whaaaaa. I LOVE U GIRL!!!!
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Thursday, June 17, 2010
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I was hoping my Seniors Meeting would take place, but the fucking evil forces made Sharon, the case worker who runs the Life Center inside the Harvest Food and Outreach Center at 25th and Orange Streets here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG, very ill, and she did not come in today. This would have got me off the job for an hour today and I was looking mother fucking forward 2 it. Things now R so fucking cock sucking cunt lapping horrible with me that if anything no matter how tiny and seemingly insignificant
CAN go wrong, IT MOST CERTAINLY WILL AND DEFINITELY DOES GO WRONG. It is now as absolute as a precision Swiss fucking time piece was ever made 2B. Everything and anything that I need 2 give me any break from life’s struggles and hell, goes the total mother fucking opposite way 4 me, WITHOUT FAIL!!!!!!!! This hell has cost me almost 100 pounds of weight loss, between the hell and starvation and heat. I have gone from just under 3 hundred 2 just over 2 hundred pounds. Many peeps would like this, but with my enemies, me getting frailer and smaller is very mother fucking deadly and dangerous. I am forced 2 work with literally dozens of giant sluts way over six feet tall. One finally got the message that I was not romantically interested nor do I date, period. It took 3 days, but she did. She even reminds me somewhat of the hotel housekeeper or the non-PC older title of ‘maid’, from the Macintosh Motor Inn in Mount Laurel, NJUSAESMWG at the turnpike entrance. I told my case worker that if any of these girls bother me, I will have her file sexual harassment charges. I hate the total mother fucking guts of everybody, and everything, without exception, and this entire evil sick diseased demonic and satanic world can burn up in the fucking filthy rotten fires of hot flaming hell!!!!!!!!
This is first a world of energy, just as the mighty Carlos Castaneda said in his great dream books. He learned this from his master and teacher guru, Don Wan Mattes, if I am spelling the name at all correctly, it’s all in the books he wrote from the nineteen freaking nineties. I absolutely detest my miserable job, but a job is a job, I need it or I cannot fucking surfreakingvive. In reality, these giant pussies on this roll beyond quintessential absurdity, is really, nothing more than any and all other negative events and items all happening and all a part of my hellish fucking existence. It is really in this world of energy, that I am in some major kind of terrible trouble, and then things just manifest down into the matter world where waves and particles R decoded by my conscious and awake mind permitting me 2 interact on this so-called, ‘Physical Plane’. I’ve known all along that I am in big trouble, it all really began just as Jim Burr seemed 2 know things about all this fucking shit, when I became involved in traveling ASTRALLY!!!!!!!!!!! Nothing just happens, my mom did not just happen 2 work with this coworker cunt Pat Hollister, those tapes did not just happen 2 come into my possession out of thin mother fucking air, and on and on and on and on. All this nightmare hell has weakened me 2 a point where a can of soup is so heavy I barely am able 2 lift it and hold it without using 2 hands. I stand knee high 2 the average small fucking child, and have the strength, MAYBE, of a 4 year old, there R plenty of 3-9 year olds who can most likely kick my fucking pathetic ass. I never thought I would hear myself say that I am sure glad 2B living in times of all this political correctness, as in the 60’s and 70’s, kids would come up and pick a fight with U and 4 no reason at all, and girls were worse. If I would not B their boy, they would always kick my ass, I hate sluts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I always hated that evil Sarah in the sixties, I hated Sarah Jacobson and was scared 2 death of that giant fucking whore, and still am scared 2 total death of these frightening giant pussies all over the place, the gods help me, only they won’t, not when the to God is GODDESS SSJK, who is a teenaged fucking girl, so U all can C that I am forever doomed and done, it’s over, letters back B4 letters, codes on machines, boardinghouse beds and all, Copyfreakingright Office of the freaking United States.
DEEDEE, my giant hawks and ravens and buzzards all left me many months ago, they R just gone, not one is here anywhere. Maybe they flew 2 Chicago and brought the needed good-luck-charm-spell magic power 2 the city’s wonderful hockey team that saved my diseased mother fucking twat sucking ass life at C shit ass cubed, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Chicago is a huge part of my cursed life, as well as being a part of the mighty awesome horrific “HUNTINGTON CURSE” in general. This is the city that my relative hailed from, and her branches of the family, who my Uncle Herbert Huntington’s son Arthur married, this being my Aunt Alice. This all became part of the problems in Long Island, first with the fucking house burning down in Amityville early sometime in the nineteen sixties, later with me and the dog-walking road trip in the summer time of fucking putridly horrendous 1972, huh Michelle, my non-beetle-bell, another horrible and deplorable coworker of my employment history, a bit archived into the positive space or the past. I FUCKED UP HUGE SUPER ULTRA HYPER TIME, on the other long blog, when I told how my life had WORSENING-STAGES, leaving out the most powerful one of all, August of 1986, WHAT WAS I THINKING? I was not thinking, is the only logical conclusion, or certainly not very freaking ass clearly. My Aunt Alice was not just an aunt as would B the wife of a parents brother or sister, there R longer and more genealogies connected within this, but all of us remember calling even those not related 2 us at all, our uncles and aunts when our freaking parents would so instruct us 2 do so. How could I ever have forgotten 1986? Well, I sure let a lot of things go by me as years progressed forward from there, Miss April!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SSJK would take me in my ‘sleep’ 2 a place in HER great glorious Celestial Palace called the KANWAL PALACE, on KANWAL AVENUE, in HER great Astral Plane city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL. I had several favorite large rooms in several wings where she would take me and literally make passionate love 2 me beyond anything any human could even B able 2 ever relate 2 in a billion ass millennia, but my absolute fave room was called, oh yeah, right, the “LONG ROOM”. It wasn’t as long as the island, but that clue sure went past me like a starship at high warp velocity, DUH. Dirty Ugly Hell and the advertising team of the Hyundai Corporation, as I said, like DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How could that have gone past me, how could I have written a song like fucking “REAL GOOD GIRL”, and forgotten so much? I just was on a stupid and not so nice life stage where I was early into my dirty thirties and wanted 2 get as many teenaged girls as I could in my memory collection. Nothing was beyond that in my mind, but someone who had been exploratronically dominating me from another universe in hyperspace since 1975 after the Fascitar and the Hollister tapes at my mom’s freaking office the previous autumn and year, used this desire I had in the time circa of 1983-1990, to B a ‘BOZ’, used me, knowing full well, that many things would all come 2 pass and into fruition as a resulting factor, BRO!!!!!!! I love 2 say that I am so innocent, but I have indeed done some very mean and bad shit in my life, and can B as cold as an ice machine, and as heartless as an eaten empty hollowed out corpse. I admit that I am by no means perfect. Paul Intricate Pedersen told me in 2000 or in this approximate time era, that I must have done something, and am blocking it, again, I laughed 2 myself thinking, I would certainly remember it if I had. Well I did remember it, but it was as meaningless 2 me as the word farmstar, or the sentence, Joe clings 2 the branch of the pine tree at midnight, I mean, who cared, I didn’t, and this is just me being honest about stuff, and I am not talking just about New-Shoes, fuck that shit, angry men. I caused a lady 2 get a heart attack and croak, that lived in a home on a creek in West Collingswood, New Jersey, USAESMWG. I did things that would get me sent 2 prison forever in this new world age of these present fucking times.
U know the convincing final shot that all this shit with RGG in 1986 is totally true as so far as the Exploratron “ROGER” from a parallel universe, is not anything that someone may guess out here reading this. It is blogged however. It was told how I always hated, 4 no reason I can ever tell anyone, I just always hated it, and it happened a lot wherever I’d go and especially during heavy sieges. It used 2 happen near my house in Somerdale at the pharmacy, but not while living there, more like eleven years B4 that time. I will keep it subtle as I had a bad experience the other night after posting my blog up. I fell into a nasty sleep while feeling a bit under the weather, and was literally falling asleep much earlier than I usually hit the old sack, as though I was being drawn into some interaction B4I even got into it, and this type of shit also has all been past blogged. Suddenly, not Susan Brooke Giant, I was sort of floating in the air and seemed 2 hear voices around me softly, yet I was able 2 hear what they were indeed speaking quite distinctly. One, a male voice was speaking, and I heard him say that Mark is highly intelligent, and 2 far ahead of the times that he lives in. Then after a pause of silence almost 2 the point of creating an annoyance, I heard a soft feminine voice retort, yes but 4 his own good. Then an even longer silence followed, eventually broken again with the male voice speaking the words and they will not B paraphrased as I remember them verbatim, “He knows 2 much, and he knows that we fixed it so indeed he would know 2 much”. I have known this right along 4 some fucking time now peeps. I then hollered out, “Who RU and where am I”. Then Mister DeGama appeared right in front of me and began throwing double edge razor blades in huge bundles, at me, cutting me 2 shreds. I bled out in a matter of seconds, and woke up falling right off of my bed, a situation that has not occurred in many decades. I deplore being thrown onto the hard ass floor from a fucking super vivid nightmare experience like this. I climbed back into bed and was back asleep within a few seconds after saying a few very bad words. I suddenly was swimming in the water out beyond the LAKEHOUSE, where I have not been abducted into this interaction 4 some time now, praise B2 Jesus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I called out 2 my Lightning Goddess Diana Arteemis, and sure enough, she began flashing beautiful bright purple, white, and pink lightning directly above me, soothing me. Then MC appeared at the dock and shone a dim flashlight beam at me and told me 2 come over and that she wanted 2 ask me a question. When I climbed out of the water, she punched me right in chin, and broke both of my jaws. All my teeth or what is left of them, fell out immediately. Then she told me 2 put out my hand and when I did, she placed a living large clam in my hand that was opening. As this shellfish opened up, a tiny creature came out of it and walked onto my hand, and then it jumped off and landed on the ground directly next 2 where I was standing on the dock. Then the entity grew bigger and bigger until it was about 15 feet tall. It was wearing a jersey that had letters on it. The top of the jersey read, “I AM A SHELLFISH”. The bottom of it read, “WENDY WILL BRING YOUR MAIL” Instantly, I awoke with another huge jolt, but fortunately 4 me I did not repeat the experiencing of falling off of the bed and onto my very hard rug-less floor. This caused me 2 report the dream on my tape recorder and life journal, and then an hour later I returned back 2 a peaceful sleep with no memory when waking up of a single solitary thing, and I experienced a long restful quiet sleep after that without a single solitary memory of anything, HELL-A-PUKE-YUK!!!!!!!
The next day I went 2 work, yesterday, and everyday there is pure hell. Then Wendy, from the other side of my house duplex, came over and brought my mail. She wanted 2 show me how 2 charge up a cell phone, I did not know. She brought me a Geico Insurance ad, and a note in an envelope with no stamp, with just my name on it, and in the return spot, the name R. Carey was printed in that wild handwriting of his. I would read into the blog what he said in it, but I feel that I am 2 weak 2 take that big of a chance. Still, April my SW saw it at work today when she visited me during my 10 minute smoking break that we get. She is beyond mind blown. She wants 2 talk 2 Dawn Marie King’s Probie, JJ, and I gave her his work telephone number. I am extremely agitated and need 2 post up and get some fucking rest back at home. Things R so bad that no one on this fucking godsdamn Earth would believe any of it in a million ass years, fires, monsters, powerful recordings and all, BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
There is gonna B a huge disaster, it is right around the mother pucking corner, remember, I TOLD U THIS!!!!!!!! I do not play. That may B what the gods love 2 do, but screw that, I have no freaking time 4 any of these stupid games. I will say that my quantum carddeck that I told U all about is all the way down 2 an antimatter all time black-space low percentage of 14.785. Think what I can pretty much learn now with any basic 50/50 query, by asking this deck something, and then reversing the answers into white matter space, peeps, just think about it, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Don’t do me any favors Governor, what good R your big guns when the 12.3 quake takes the state under the damn sea?
Paul, my SW is gonna B talking 2UB4I get a local Florida attorney 2 contact U, BRO. When U do bad things, there is always consequences 2 pay, just ask MISTER Data when he beamed up little Nicci Sarjenka Cox 2 the starship!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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“KEEP YOUR BLOODY FREAKING SHOE OUT OF MY
TAXICAB, JULIA NUROCKEY WHITE BASSLER”
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5555555555555555555555555555 and 5555555555555555555555555555555 and 55555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555 and 5555555555555555555 is equal 2 the FUCK THIS SHIT AND TWELVE ANGRY MEN AND VOICES ON TAPE AND ALL MANNER OF OTHER HOCUS POCUS PARLOR TRICKS, BWABY-WUV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Every day in this miserable oven-state of Flagler’s Florida is horrendous, it is hotter than DOGTOWN, and even if it was icy cold, it would not matter in the least, it is one fucking continual major annoyance and tribulation after another and it is non-stop.
I was hoping my Seniors Meeting would take place, but the fucking evil forces made Sharon, the case worker who runs the Life Center inside the Harvest Food and Outreach Center at 25th and Orange Streets here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG, very ill, and she did not come in today. This would have got me off the job for an hour today and I was looking mother fucking forward 2 it. Things now R so fucking cock sucking cunt lapping horrible with me that if anything no matter how tiny and seemingly insignificant
CAN go wrong, IT MOST CERTAINLY WILL AND DEFINITELY DOES GO WRONG. It is now as absolute as a precision Swiss fucking time piece was ever made 2B. Everything and anything that I need 2 give me any break from life’s struggles and hell, goes the total mother fucking opposite way 4 me, WITHOUT FAIL!!!!!!!! This hell has cost me almost 100 pounds of weight loss, between the hell and starvation and heat. I have gone from just under 3 hundred 2 just over 2 hundred pounds. Many peeps would like this, but with my enemies, me getting frailer and smaller is very mother fucking deadly and dangerous. I am forced 2 work with literally dozens of giant sluts way over six feet tall. One finally got the message that I was not romantically interested nor do I date, period. It took 3 days, but she did. She even reminds me somewhat of the hotel housekeeper or the non-PC older title of ‘maid’, from the Macintosh Motor Inn in Mount Laurel, NJUSAESMWG at the turnpike entrance. I told my case worker that if any of these girls bother me, I will have her file sexual harassment charges. I hate the total mother fucking guts of everybody, and everything, without exception, and this entire evil sick diseased demonic and satanic world can burn up in the fucking filthy rotten fires of hot flaming hell!!!!!!!!
This is first a world of energy, just as the mighty Carlos Castaneda said in his great dream books. He learned this from his master and teacher guru, Don Wan Mattes, if I am spelling the name at all correctly, it’s all in the books he wrote from the nineteen freaking nineties. I absolutely detest my miserable job, but a job is a job, I need it or I cannot fucking surfreakingvive. In reality, these giant pussies on this roll beyond quintessential absurdity, is really, nothing more than any and all other negative events and items all happening and all a part of my hellish fucking existence. It is really in this world of energy, that I am in some major kind of terrible trouble, and then things just manifest down into the matter world where waves and particles R decoded by my conscious and awake mind permitting me 2 interact on this so-called, ‘Physical Plane’. I’ve known all along that I am in big trouble, it all really began just as Jim Burr seemed 2 know things about all this fucking shit, when I became involved in traveling ASTRALLY!!!!!!!!!!! Nothing just happens, my mom did not just happen 2 work with this coworker cunt Pat Hollister, those tapes did not just happen 2 come into my possession out of thin mother fucking air, and on and on and on and on. All this nightmare hell has weakened me 2 a point where a can of soup is so heavy I barely am able 2 lift it and hold it without using 2 hands. I stand knee high 2 the average small fucking child, and have the strength, MAYBE, of a 4 year old, there R plenty of 3-9 year olds who can most likely kick my fucking pathetic ass. I never thought I would hear myself say that I am sure glad 2B living in times of all this political correctness, as in the 60’s and 70’s, kids would come up and pick a fight with U and 4 no reason at all, and girls were worse. If I would not B their boy, they would always kick my ass, I hate sluts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I always hated that evil Sarah in the sixties, I hated Sarah Jacobson and was scared 2 death of that giant fucking whore, and still am scared 2 total death of these frightening giant pussies all over the place, the gods help me, only they won’t, not when the to God is GODDESS SSJK, who is a teenaged fucking girl, so U all can C that I am forever doomed and done, it’s over, letters back B4 letters, codes on machines, boardinghouse beds and all, Copyfreakingright Office of the freaking United States.
DEEDEE, my giant hawks and ravens and buzzards all left me many months ago, they R just gone, not one is here anywhere. Maybe they flew 2 Chicago and brought the needed good-luck-charm-spell magic power 2 the city’s wonderful hockey team that saved my diseased mother fucking twat sucking ass life at C shit ass cubed, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Chicago is a huge part of my cursed life, as well as being a part of the mighty awesome horrific “HUNTINGTON CURSE” in general. This is the city that my relative hailed from, and her branches of the family, who my Uncle Herbert Huntington’s son Arthur married, this being my Aunt Alice. This all became part of the problems in Long Island, first with the fucking house burning down in Amityville early sometime in the nineteen sixties, later with me and the dog-walking road trip in the summer time of fucking putridly horrendous 1972, huh Michelle, my non-beetle-bell, another horrible and deplorable coworker of my employment history, a bit archived into the positive space or the past. I FUCKED UP HUGE SUPER ULTRA HYPER TIME, on the other long blog, when I told how my life had WORSENING-STAGES, leaving out the most powerful one of all, August of 1986, WHAT WAS I THINKING? I was not thinking, is the only logical conclusion, or certainly not very freaking ass clearly. My Aunt Alice was not just an aunt as would B the wife of a parents brother or sister, there R longer and more genealogies connected within this, but all of us remember calling even those not related 2 us at all, our uncles and aunts when our freaking parents would so instruct us 2 do so. How could I ever have forgotten 1986? Well, I sure let a lot of things go by me as years progressed forward from there, Miss April!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SSJK would take me in my ‘sleep’ 2 a place in HER great glorious Celestial Palace called the KANWAL PALACE, on KANWAL AVENUE, in HER great Astral Plane city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL. I had several favorite large rooms in several wings where she would take me and literally make passionate love 2 me beyond anything any human could even B able 2 ever relate 2 in a billion ass millennia, but my absolute fave room was called, oh yeah, right, the “LONG ROOM”. It wasn’t as long as the island, but that clue sure went past me like a starship at high warp velocity, DUH. Dirty Ugly Hell and the advertising team of the Hyundai Corporation, as I said, like DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How could that have gone past me, how could I have written a song like fucking “REAL GOOD GIRL”, and forgotten so much? I just was on a stupid and not so nice life stage where I was early into my dirty thirties and wanted 2 get as many teenaged girls as I could in my memory collection. Nothing was beyond that in my mind, but someone who had been exploratronically dominating me from another universe in hyperspace since 1975 after the Fascitar and the Hollister tapes at my mom’s freaking office the previous autumn and year, used this desire I had in the time circa of 1983-1990, to B a ‘BOZ’, used me, knowing full well, that many things would all come 2 pass and into fruition as a resulting factor, BRO!!!!!!! I love 2 say that I am so innocent, but I have indeed done some very mean and bad shit in my life, and can B as cold as an ice machine, and as heartless as an eaten empty hollowed out corpse. I admit that I am by no means perfect. Paul Intricate Pedersen told me in 2000 or in this approximate time era, that I must have done something, and am blocking it, again, I laughed 2 myself thinking, I would certainly remember it if I had. Well I did remember it, but it was as meaningless 2 me as the word farmstar, or the sentence, Joe clings 2 the branch of the pine tree at midnight, I mean, who cared, I didn’t, and this is just me being honest about stuff, and I am not talking just about New-Shoes, fuck that shit, angry men. I caused a lady 2 get a heart attack and croak, that lived in a home on a creek in West Collingswood, New Jersey, USAESMWG. I did things that would get me sent 2 prison forever in this new world age of these present fucking times.
U know the convincing final shot that all this shit with RGG in 1986 is totally true as so far as the Exploratron “ROGER” from a parallel universe, is not anything that someone may guess out here reading this. It is blogged however. It was told how I always hated, 4 no reason I can ever tell anyone, I just always hated it, and it happened a lot wherever I’d go and especially during heavy sieges. It used 2 happen near my house in Somerdale at the pharmacy, but not while living there, more like eleven years B4 that time. I will keep it subtle as I had a bad experience the other night after posting my blog up. I fell into a nasty sleep while feeling a bit under the weather, and was literally falling asleep much earlier than I usually hit the old sack, as though I was being drawn into some interaction B4I even got into it, and this type of shit also has all been past blogged. Suddenly, not Susan Brooke Giant, I was sort of floating in the air and seemed 2 hear voices around me softly, yet I was able 2 hear what they were indeed speaking quite distinctly. One, a male voice was speaking, and I heard him say that Mark is highly intelligent, and 2 far ahead of the times that he lives in. Then after a pause of silence almost 2 the point of creating an annoyance, I heard a soft feminine voice retort, yes but 4 his own good. Then an even longer silence followed, eventually broken again with the male voice speaking the words and they will not B paraphrased as I remember them verbatim, “He knows 2 much, and he knows that we fixed it so indeed he would know 2 much”. I have known this right along 4 some fucking time now peeps. I then hollered out, “Who RU and where am I”. Then Mister DeGama appeared right in front of me and began throwing double edge razor blades in huge bundles, at me, cutting me 2 shreds. I bled out in a matter of seconds, and woke up falling right off of my bed, a situation that has not occurred in many decades. I deplore being thrown onto the hard ass floor from a fucking super vivid nightmare experience like this. I climbed back into bed and was back asleep within a few seconds after saying a few very bad words. I suddenly was swimming in the water out beyond the LAKEHOUSE, where I have not been abducted into this interaction 4 some time now, praise B2 Jesus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I called out 2 my Lightning Goddess Diana Arteemis, and sure enough, she began flashing beautiful bright purple, white, and pink lightning directly above me, soothing me. Then MC appeared at the dock and shone a dim flashlight beam at me and told me 2 come over and that she wanted 2 ask me a question. When I climbed out of the water, she punched me right in chin, and broke both of my jaws. All my teeth or what is left of them, fell out immediately. Then she told me 2 put out my hand and when I did, she placed a living large clam in my hand that was opening. As this shellfish opened up, a tiny creature came out of it and walked onto my hand, and then it jumped off and landed on the ground directly next 2 where I was standing on the dock. Then the entity grew bigger and bigger until it was about 15 feet tall. It was wearing a jersey that had letters on it. The top of the jersey read, “I AM A SHELLFISH”. The bottom of it read, “WENDY WILL BRING YOUR MAIL” Instantly, I awoke with another huge jolt, but fortunately 4 me I did not repeat the experiencing of falling off of the bed and onto my very hard rug-less floor. This caused me 2 report the dream on my tape recorder and life journal, and then an hour later I returned back 2 a peaceful sleep with no memory when waking up of a single solitary thing, and I experienced a long restful quiet sleep after that without a single solitary memory of anything, HELL-A-PUKE-YUK!!!!!!!
The next day I went 2 work, yesterday, and everyday there is pure hell. Then Wendy, from the other side of my house duplex, came over and brought my mail. She wanted 2 show me how 2 charge up a cell phone, I did not know. She brought me a Geico Insurance ad, and a note in an envelope with no stamp, with just my name on it, and in the return spot, the name R. Carey was printed in that wild handwriting of his. I would read into the blog what he said in it, but I feel that I am 2 weak 2 take that big of a chance. Still, April my SW saw it at work today when she visited me during my 10 minute smoking break that we get. She is beyond mind blown. She wants 2 talk 2 Dawn Marie King’s Probie, JJ, and I gave her his work telephone number. I am extremely agitated and need 2 post up and get some fucking rest back at home. Things R so bad that no one on this fucking godsdamn Earth would believe any of it in a million ass years, fires, monsters, powerful recordings and all, BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
There is gonna B a huge disaster, it is right around the mother pucking corner, remember, I TOLD U THIS!!!!!!!! I do not play. That may B what the gods love 2 do, but screw that, I have no freaking time 4 any of these stupid games. I will say that my quantum carddeck that I told U all about is all the way down 2 an antimatter all time black-space low percentage of 14.785. Think what I can pretty much learn now with any basic 50/50 query, by asking this deck something, and then reversing the answers into white matter space, peeps, just think about it, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Don’t do me any favors Governor, what good R your big guns when the 12.3 quake takes the state under the damn sea?
Paul, my SW is gonna B talking 2UB4I get a local Florida attorney 2 contact U, BRO. When U do bad things, there is always consequences 2 pay, just ask MISTER Data when he beamed up little Nicci Sarjenka Cox 2 the starship!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Tuesday, June 15, 2010
GET YOUR BLOODY FREAKING SHOE
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
‘STAY OUT OF MY BLOODY TAXICAB’
WORLD LABS SBT-DATE AND TIME FILE: C03—061510.570
Chapter 03—subtitled: “Leaving Florida After-all”
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A pretty wild story is ahead, if U ain’tinda mood, get off this blog, you’ve been officially warned. I may B leaving this state and putting many thousands of miles behind me soon, far out 2 sea, but not millions or even 20,000, Mister Scott, and Docner Nichols, I have a special hear, I hear everything, from all of U, when U sleep and eat, wheat U say about me, how much U all hate me, some openly and some secretly, and the force that is making it so, huh Captain freaking Picard. If U think real secrets R kept from the Mountain, then U and Mohammad R both quite naïve.
I am not at all happy with this new life. I was far better off, and happier, in my RV. Yes, this is true, and I made another giant mother pucking mistake. On top of that, I appear 2B the shortest person in Florida, the average height of grown women is 6”2”, and men about 2 inches more, the average height of kids between 10 and 17 is around 3 or 4 inches shy of six feet. Me being just a hair but over 5 feet, I now have an officially injured neck, just trying 2B polite and look people here in the eye. I know that this is all some powerful supernatural game; I know that I am not imagining anything, and I know none of U will believe me. Back in the summer of 2000, 2 men accompanied me 2 Atlantic City, one a famous recording artist of the past, and the other his pal Rob Hartley. They know this is being said and they know it is true, they could not have forgotten this day in such a short time, whether we all turn into machines or carpenters, or not, back B4 the hot pig pollution nineties arrive!!!!!!!!!
After reading on a while, some out here R gonna say, hay but wipe, how can U let this even concern U, let along bother U so much, as so much more powerful stuff is occurring around U that this is total insignificance next 2 the bigger fish frying away in the 1986 bay. Also U may B pissing yourself 2 learn what has gone so freaking wrong in my life after finally finding a special social worker and people 2 help me. Since I am a diagnosed nutcase, certified as a total fucking lunatic legally by the United States Federal Government and this is YI also totally know with mother pucking certainty that no one will take much of this one bit seriously. That does not matter. It is not how many laugh and mock me, it is how many read this shit that matters. Your awake and conscious level mind is running one way, but the mental words deeper inside of U, know fully well what I tell U is total truth, and is naturally blocking this information from surfacing into your wake-a-day world existence, so U will get off the blog and humanly laugh, some will draw ugly caricatures of me with horns or space cadet hats, but my mission will succeed in the long run, and T-H-A-T is what’s freaking of urgency here, and nothing else. I AM ONE FUCKING TOTALLY DOG SNOT LICKING MISERABLE PERSON, AND EVERYONE EVERYWHERE HUMANLY IS SETTING ME UP, HATING MY FUCKING GUTS, AND SEVERELY INJURING ME, PLAYING A GARGANTUAN GAME IN THE PROCESS!!!!!!! Putting things quickly, politely, and straight forward, 4 me aniwho, things RRRRRR—EEEEEE—AAAAAA—LLLLLL fucking bad, and that is an under exaggeration times ten to the exponent of 9999999!!!!!! First of all, AARP came through, I wish they hadn’t now, the position I have is so horrible that I wish some mother fucking bastard would do a casino-movie-NICK, and put a gun 2 the top of my head and just blow straight down. Every second, I WISH I WAS FUCKING TOTALLY DEAD AND GONE, this is agony and misery beyond any excruciation any of U can imagine. I would gladly take the place of the combined total of every Jewish prisoner being tortured during Hitler’s days of concentration camps in Germany, as long as in exchange, after I suffered through this entire terra-hell, I would then finally B free and it would all end and B forever mother fucking over!!!!!!!!! No human understands my hell, nor do they want 2 even make the mother fucking attempt. They could all give a rats licking ass dick in furies of flaming hell about me or any of my woes and plights. As bad as all of things were, it multiplied in what I term, “WORSENING-STAGES”, and these times being, when I met Jim burr at the Professional Careers Institute at one Cherry Hill Building, Suite #200, in Cherry Hill, New Jersey in the summer time of the year of 1973. The next worsening-stage was ten years later in 1983 when I moved into an Atco, New Jersey home and rented it from a man named Gerald Pliner, the owner of the L&S Nursing Home, also in Atco. The next one was in 1995, the beginning of the biggest ever in history, 3-year-bull-market rally on the United Stated Dow Jones Stock Market system. I had recently sent the book down 4 copyright, “The Permission Barrier”, back on Boo-Day of 1994, (10/31), and memories of a powerful awesome teenager were just beginning 2 surface. The final worsening was in 2006, WHEN I BEGAN 2 THINK THAT I WAS GONNA BLOG MY NIGHTMARE LIFE ONTO THE WORLD WIDE WEB OF THE INTERCONNECTING NETWORKING COMPUTER SYSTEM. George Straight the country vocalist should really belt this out right now in my fucking honor, “NEED I SAY MORE”, or maybe he should sing it this way and alter the spelling in the lyric just a bit, CHANGING IT 2 NONE OTHER THAN, “NEED I SAY MOHR”!!!!!!
If U can hear me MIGHTY BEACH-MAN of 1974, and I know who UR, please let me out of here, please, if U wanna work through me, then allow the ME part 2 totally fall under your ES domination and sleep through it, in much the same way that women say they sleep through sex after losing the fire with their hubbies. U do what U godda do BRO, and let me fall asleep and unaware. Maybe today is the day that I tell more than I have told since I began in the spring time in 2008, 2 put things together that connect my relatives in Long Island, New York. My life was always far from normal, I never asked 4 any of it, it just grabbed me at the gofuckingbat, and refused 2 let go.
Not only is my job beyond hell and makes the previous job back in New Jerseyhicks compare as a prized and precious jewel, but the entire way all the things happened that led me into all of this new life, is not safely bloggable, not with me being this weak magnetically, not in a quadrillion mother fucking centuries. I know what I know, and I know what I am safe 2 tell and say while being this weak right at the present time. All freedom in this country is gone, I feel so very sorry 4 all the kids of the country, under 45 years of age, and none of U will never know the freedoms that once we not only all had, but took so ridiculously 4 granted. So without ever putting the letter D back B4 the letter C, Copyright Examiners, or the letter G back B4 the letter C, and so on, yes, we did not know just what we had, and Joanie Mitchell can put up parking lots all over this evil nation from one end of the time spectrum all the way 2 the other freaking end, and it changes absolutely nothing. This entire trip 2 Florida was a giant set up, and meeting April Lee was as well, all a set up, and one man in this government knows this on some personal level, as it was in his eyes in such a powerful way when he made the damn statement on the “Law & Order” television show, “HELL HAS NO WRATH LIKE A PISSED OFF TEENAGED GIRL” YO BRO, U must B the most intelligent man in all of American politics, Senator!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I NEED NO RADIO OR TELEVISION 2 TELL ME THE DOW JONES IS GOING UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, THE PHILLIES R LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING, AND THE FLYERS MUST HAVE AS I SAID THEY WOULD, W-O-N ---T-H-E---S-T-A-N-L-E-Y---C-U-P!!!!!!!!!!! This is a parallel of events that is so strong that it is like practically no other ones. The only stronger and higher percentage 4 an (A) event causing a (B) event, would B that example that I have cited in many prior blogging works over 4 or more years now, where a dude walks into a real tough bar and hollers out some super insult 2 everybody, and then 4 any given (A) event of him doing this, and then as he tries 2 exit the bar and get away, the (B) event being he will get an ass kicking that will live in infamy with President Roosevelt, I can give a prediction that 100% is the PE 4 this. Now the Dow/Flyers/Phillies/Me PE may not B 100, but it is high fucking nineties BRO, and THAT, ----- U can take 2 King Heinz Nebuchadnezzar’s Long Island Bay.
As soon as I posted up blog chapter number 02, the last blog back late Saturday afternoon, and drove straight over 2 South Beach 4 a dip in the sea, all HELLFIRE fucking broke loose. I get 2 where I normally go, and 2 separate total sluts were annoying me big time, one was more normal in build, the other was a small “GIANT, and built like a mother fucking double brick shitfuckinghouse. Each were separate, they were not together, at least by my best judgment, I will not bore U with the details. They both flirted with me worse than that awful slut back in 1998, Beach-Stacey as I came 2 call her, later learning her name was SHARON, in ways 2 bizarre 2 get into right now, it is on long ago blogged archives however. One was blaring horrible music from her car; the other had a very expensive white van, the giant. They both annoyed me so bad that B4I even got 2 the beach itself, I turned right around and marched right back 2 my car and drove away. I drove down the road a ways and tried another beach, all was well. I was left alone, and got 2 take my fucking swim without some children bothering me, I do not think these sluts were much over the legal age, and they were both, TOTAL TRASH!!!!!!
At the risk of offending Terry Egghead scatterbrainhater with these words, here we go now jumping all around. Estelle Andersen Arthur Perkowski Bassler had 2 numbers in her life back when the days of the late nineteen sixties were turning into the seventies, and all the shit was starting with me with this dangerous powerful GODDESS SCYLLA known also P-R-I-N-C-E as SARAH-STACEY-JEHOVAH-KRASSLE. One of these numbers was the address of her hotel on TENNESSEE AVENUE, the other was her telephone number designation at her home in South Atlantic City at 30 South Plaza Place. Both numbers matched perfectly, the 3-digit code agent numbers of the man on the mission 2 save Planet Earth, on the original Star Trek television show, with GARY SEVEN. Numbers were4 all there cosmically 2 prove all of this right up here in this very present time, and includes the very single digit number of the main agent, GARY-(7). 7 is one of SSJK’s absolutely fave numbers. 7 and 12 R her 2 most favorite, and SHE has so many more as well. It is based on 3 and 4. 3 plus 4 is 7 and 3 times 4 is 12. Also, 7 plus 12 is 19, and 7 times 12 is 84. Zvonko’s invention caused the entire planet 2 go off on a very wild direction in the year of 19-84. Did the writer of Orwell all ready have this information? I doubt it, as it is all a part of that good old “Cosmic-Solvings”, and those lovely ongoing and endless dual-letterings, in this case (CS)!!!!!!! The 3 and the 4 R based on the powerful illusions. The (3) is magical in religion as the godhead is a trinity, this is Y the first time matter is cut in half once 2 many times, it becomes a tiny spherical piece of circuitry in LAWTRONICS, with 3 sub-atomic particles all inside and doing their things so perfectly and well ordered, the electron, the proton, and the neutron. The (4) is magical as the illusion of flat surfaces is the created product of forces that R all part of these 3 interacting sub-particles. These flat surfaces produce the 4 directions of north and south and east and west. All these coding systems R markers, they have always been there, but who is looking 4 the truth? Now the other thing that boggles man’s wonderful mind is really the boggle of mine. Y would a creative force the way any of U think of it or believe it or call IT, remain in a separate domain from us, and not desire 2 interact directly with all of us, and all the time? YYYYYYYYYY? There would B no reason at all, Y SSJK would NOT WANT 2 do this!!!!!!!! SHE DOES DO THIS, and all the time. I do not care who believes this, who hates me 2 blog this, TOUGH BEER, TOUGH BEANS, AND TOUGH GANGS, BRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sometimes SHE comes here as male, other times as female, sometimes with more memory while awake of HER true identity, other times, with less, once, so it appears, SHE, or as HE, came with FULL TOTAL RECALL, huh GUV???????? Reincarnation, indwelling, dreaming, exploratronics, hyperspace traveling, and so much more, is all totally logical, and no one anywhere has a clue what is going on. The problem is always that some small bits of knowledge R very dangerous. Only by understanding all of what MORIANITY preaches, can the truth ever come forth 2 this blind, ignorant, judgmental, and arrogant world. Just who the fuck is MANKIND 2 say that I am wrong, when I know that I am right. SHE spoke 2 me as I began loading this disc into this very word processing computer machine, using a wild looking blond lady. We had a short little talk, and she told me how angry “GOD” is at the world right now. Of course SHE is angry; the world has injured me horrifically. I AM THAT BOY, {{{(((SHE)))}}} CALLS ME THAT BOY, and Y does SHE call me THAT-BOY??? Because it is a name very SPECIAL 2 SCYLLA, her doggie, YANCY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just ask the UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE, it’s all on my BOO-2007 musical project that I sent down 2 them, entitled, “KARAOKEY LUNCHBREAK AT THE SORIAN 18 GUARDHOUSE”, only they would not PERMIT-MER, Uncle Heinz Gottwald, cameras and all, 2 use the number of 18 on the title, they know Y and I know Y, DUH!!!!!!!!!
Not 2 excite the Scott Sarah Callio Calvin (Mystery Daters) 2 much here lads and lassies and Lab Dogs, but I ‘opened the door’ just a while back about MORIANITY, and one of its secret ‘knowings’, and how these R indeed, the only possible explanation 4 all of the wild Kennedy mysteries of the nineteen-sixties. Right about now, I am beginning 2 wonder if they have read these blogs from a little while back, and if so, if they R smelling major hyper-time stinking away overdone coffee beans yet. Hey BRO, shut the alarm clock off, it will not stop by itself and the room really stinks now, so Y not jut pucking WAKE-UP-PEEPS!!!!!! I cannot B totally blatant, and I am quite sure SSJK is good and pissed off at me 4 taking this even 2 this level. Smart peeps R up here as well on these blogs of mine, as well as all the butt-wipes that hate me and wish me evil. They know what has 2B going on, what other possibility could B going on. If SHE was not afraid of losing life as SHE knows it now humanly, or its style, things would alter quickly, and I really hate seeing HER torn up with this, but this is not made up nor is it ignorable. Let us all examine some hard 2 argue with facts. When it comes into the getting down and dirty time 4 closely examining all the unexplained mysteries in most of our lives as citizens of the Planet Earth, like most things and death being the prime one, FEAR factors always love 2 kick in and control and manipulate the way that I assure U that we all would differently feel regarding so many things, if fear could B in fact totally removed. Let us B brave and look at 2 powerful dream-interactions that all my audience should know of that both took place in the space of just a couple of months, and in the 2nd half of the year of 1980. The earlier first one was in one of June’s first few days, and later the other one early in the autumn of ’80. The first one was when SSJK sang HER lovely song 2 me, called, “LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS”. I was memory blocked back in the awake world, remembering but the smallest amount of the song yet the intensity of the experience should have warranted a total recall of it or most of it at least. The second one was when the black cat on a bus gave me the next evening’s lottery number, by meowing the word “DIE” 2 me, over and over. I told the lady whose lap this cat6 was on, “Your cat is telling me 2 die, lady”. She then calmly retorted, “No he isn’t, he is giving U the next 3-digit lottery number in Pennsylvania”. Then she went on 2 add, that sometime the cat gets it perfectly in order and sometimes the digits R all inverted, but that the 3 digits always R correct. She also went on 2 explain that the ‘D-I-E’ that was being sounded unmistakably in the meow, was letter #4, letter #9, and letter #5. Indeed the box of this lottery pick came out the following evening in your “WAKING WORLD”, as 5-9-4, and is on record 2 this day in Pennsylvania. If U Google around, U can come 2 learn the very following day of my powerful interaction with GAWKY GAUKAUK!!!!!!!!!!!!! 28 years later, HE told me lots more about his system 4 operating many things through as he calls it, magic-math!!!!!!!!!!! Using it is not magic however, and requires not just knowing the exact mechanics 4 its usage, but the skill of adapting how 2 make it operate correctly and successfully, nothing that great, is ever gonna freaking B that EASY, not EAST, sorry Brucie for the typo or the (PBHE) with or without any lessons in genealogy. !!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, LOIS FOCA and Lottery, both start with the letter of (L), the 12th letter of the English alphabet. Yeah Ernie Merker OL’ BOY, just when will this blind world really ever believe in the hypersphere, soon, never, 1969, 9691, or when man cries a billion tears somewhere between 2525 and 9999???????? I am not a time traveler, and the parlor trick does not make the magic disappear peeps, it is wild ass magic, and powerful 2 boot, bloody shoes and all notwithstanding!!!!!!!!!
Awake-mind DOES 1 HUGE THING PEEPS. IT REVERSES REALITY. Knowing that is knowing it all, but still U may say bullshit; because Y then can I not feel that I know it all when in fact I do know this fact, me that is? I do know it, totally, as I know that 2 plus 2 is 4. I exaggerated, I do not get 2 know everything just because I know that my conscious mind is decoding and reversing the energy world around me, but I fully am aware that it all is indeed being reversed, that is a pretty high percentage of omniscience, BRO!!!!! Everything around us is perceived as MASS. ‘Matter’ is a good interchangeable word that is more identifiable with less formally educated peeps. Also, our civilization with its preposterous notions and ideas that any real creation force or forces, must B (MALE) gender when not perceived in the time world anti-neutrality is absurd and quite flabbergasting 12 say the very least. When I ever C a man having a freaking baby, at that point I’ll surrender my opinions and perceptions 2 the contrary. Our ocean is a pure energy that moves and thinks, and brought sentient life into this world. It did this in six huge periods or day-steps, and after billions of years as years now R measured, the job was finished. SSJK never gets tired, and it is a lot of bullshit that SHE rested on day 7. Still, things all got recorded and presented in this way, and who is gonna believe someone who’s on a first name basis with the All Mighty God of the world? This water in our oceans did not come from here. Ask any scientist that has all their degrees and marbles. They may not yet know that Jupiter spewed this out from her bowels and it then traveled through 500 million miles of space and ended up sucked into our planet gravitation system, and all because, SHE dreamed it so, hurt feelings or not, as I was not in the equation until AD-1986 and RGG was written and sent 2 the USCO, BRAHHH!!! Another thing the human mind tricks us into seeing and therefore believing, is that objects R flat surfaces in the great expansion. The ultimate joke is that the entire expansion itself is still seen as a certain size going out at all points yet not all eventually and of course LAWTRONICALLY, completing the circuitry of the system. This is even after the great persons of the world of the sciences now know and claim that indeed space IS curved, yet they still continue 2 entertain the full truth and make the leap that it all goes all the way around from any point and angle, in roughly sixty trillion or so terra light years, or 360 septillion miles in circumference. The freaking great Hubble-scopes reach red-shift at the curve in any direction at roughly 15 billion light years, this is similar 2 a person on the shore looking outward into the sea and wondering how many horizon curve points there R until it all comes right back 2 where they R standing. Mind while awake and interacting on the realm of the tangible and the physical is descrambling the energy world around us that is mere waves and particles, and by a powerful biological process known nothing of in detail here in 2010, manages 2 divide this reality by roughly 34.7 billion miles per second, allowing our minds here and now 2 falsely live and believe in this physical world of matter, it literally has successfully descrambled the energy world into the world of mass. Yes 34.7GMPS is a rounded off C-Squared, or 186282 X 186282 Statute Miles per Second, (SMPS). But MORIANITY only begins on this level, what happened 2 me physically as the (me) that I am dreaming that I am now, Michael Wayne Mountainpen, The real powerful stuff always remains in the non decoded or descrambled energy world. This is where the real U is, the U inside, the mistaken idea that U have this thing, when U {R} this thing, ‘SOUL’ and just where is it? Well, it is inside U, not inside your mind or your head, or your physical guts. The real U, or (soul) is quite naturally zero-dimensional. The entire expansion outward, starts with the dreaming that U all love 2C as ‘real-tangible-life’. Here R the 2 greatest kept real secrets on this planet in all times, the entire 4th dimension, one is that the creative force always lives amongst us and takes the same form, long B4 humans were humans, we were other things, and so was SHE, again 2 match, and so forth. The other one is bigger and deeper than this one, and that is that no complexity is real, how can it B, nothing really, is larger than zero. Only the void is real, or the truth thus is the VOID. Therefore, things such as ES (EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND) 4 one perfect example, runs very automatically and without a lot of pre-planning and complex learning and growing of intricate technologies. The hypersphere itself is self-propelled, THERE IS PERPETUAL MOTION!!!!!!!! It experiences itself during a sixty trillion year period, if it was measured as times that this little world of ours would orbit its closest star which of course is our sun, (SOL). Nothing is bigger or smaller than this simple honest truth. Pondering on this causes U2 realize the question of, how could anything else B true? Still, ES must B further discussed now on this blog, as in the world of lesser dimensions, time is quite real or so it seems, and so R all of the differing and varying parallel other worlds in hyperspace, or the 4th and the 5th dimensions added onto the basic 3. Let us talk then about organized Exploratronic Traveling as well as the ES, or the Exploratronic Supermind. Organized ES verses all other ES activity is sort of like the comparing of anarchy with governments.
Let me open it all up, I am not gonna B quite as subtle as Sky might wish me 2B, I’ll probably get a ‘visitation’ in my ‘dreams’, oh well, as long as Mister DeGama doesn’t cut my lungs out again, so far since the 21st century, he has behaved himself, it is not 1970 in July anymore, hurray!!!!!!! Anyway, the difference in the example being that most parts of global society in all known times is organized and governed even on head-hunter islands of the cannibals, as opposed 2 random and chaotic societies, and in Exploratronic Supermind activities, the majority IS NOT the organized SUPERMIND, nor do ‘they’ label and name their 5th dimensional travel club by this term of ES.
I am not a time traveler, I am an aware Exploratron. Listen up real/e carefully now peeps, if U can, give it the old college try, U might just B glad that U did. I am me and only me, most of the time, as is the case with the majority of all of U as well. However, upon occasion, another paralleling universe (ME) or one of my ‘doppelgangers’ becomes dominant, but rarely, and when it happens, it is definitely by pattern, and is triggered by things and events around me while awake at the time. ONLY the ‘Supermind’ can dominate over extended periods as single NON-‘alter-ego-selves’. It is time 2 say outright now, that it should B quite obvious 2 anyone seriously studying what I discuss and tell over years of blogs now, that just because somebody dies in one universe at the age of 10 or 30 or 80, in another part of the hyperspace, the same individual may have died at a totally different age all together. Those few aware and awake mortals who R capable of moving onto the Astral Plane using either the FASCITAR, or ‘their’ other ways and methods, that they B in fact using and that works 4 them, most or all of them know a powerful secret. This is that all of time inside all of the hyperspace, the entire 4th and 5th dimensions in their total entirety, can B entered from the Astral Plane. They may or may not remember that there is a ‘gate-warning’ so 2 speak. If U do not go back 2 where U came from, U will B given an immediate case-grievance as it is termed on the Astral Plane, by the AWA, (the ruling MILLIONTH-COUNCIL). Now I mentioned the FASCITAR or the way 2 really do these things and not wonder if I am some nut case making up a wild story, and I also mentioned a similar gate within the usage of this tool, and have named it the WAKING-FREEZE. This is literally the fear factor of the ‘trip’, and this is experiencing the nineteen-sixties, without the acid-25 pills, traveler. I believe NASA was case-grievanced in 1980, when there secret cat was first messing with me. 3 years B4 that, I had my first experience with him, but that is a story 4 another time still 2 come. Overcoming the fear of the waking-freeze, is not reality 4 most mortals, they brag, they write books, but most of them R having very vivid dreams only, they R not shutting totally off the physical dream in the hyperspace they leave, and transferring awareness into energy realms. Overkill would B2 stand at ground zero where a nuke bomb goes off, no difference, just overkill. Of course, the body is not there 2 return there, but I am beyond that worry, so I type the story in this fashion. By willing yourself literally with all your desired-might, 2 someplace on the Astral Plane, and without knowing any, it becomes a more difficult task quite obviously, instantly, U do not wake up nor go into a dream, it is like really being in those movies UC from time 2 time, U really R in that “other-place”, and there is no bullshit or doubt about it, or Lenny’s old girlfriend, miss Chillie the hotstuff. The more we try and play games with hyperspace, the worse it gets 4 the entire collective, and when UR not on a turned on and sentient level 2 any of this, it will go over your head and life, but it still is going on. If U step into a radiation field, U may not feel a thing, but we all know how the great Marie Curie and her hubbie met up with Morty Mortino, (DEATH). Now I can bypass the astral plane all together and go straight 2 the void because I know about the void, I am the void, I experience the void, and I can re-dream directly into the point I came from, or from another, but even though the AS and their mighty MM cannot Case-Grievance me on it, the same results happen, making me believe that the warnings R merely mirrored reflections of the deeds containing their own built in punitations. Some of these ideas contain some of the various elements of truths of Y my life started going real badly after Patricia Hollister and her tapes and the Fascitar all came into my human world life, and on and on, back in the early nineteen seventies.
On various deeper and buried mental levels of the mind and its sub-consciousness, we all R doing various parlor tricks with no awake mind awareness 2 it, these things include and R in no way limited 2, all the things we hear discussed, deju-voo, thinking of a friend we haven’t thought of in a year and the phone rings and bingo, and all these things. But never confuse organized ES, again this means (EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND), with either Astral Plane traveling with waking world awareness, or mind tricks and parlor tricks of various other natures. Also, without real honest true awareness 2 the mechanics about the stuff just now discussed, it is all thereby as totally meaningless as a bug. U have no clue about a thing, so hence, all meaning vanishes. There is an old saying that, “the life is in the blood”. This parallel wisdom can B applied here by just adding these following words regarding what is being discussed here in this blog: “MEANING IS IN THE KNOWING”. Again we go back 2 that almost worn out cited example where 1000 people all live in houses with a secret room in their attics and inside each one is a billion dollars worth of god and silver and jewelry. Knowing and then meaning, is the equivalent 2 one of these families out of the 1000 residents in these homes all containing great treasure, suddenly finding the door and the secret panels, and the treasure, and now suddenly, their entire lives R transformed literally overnight. All 999 have the potential 2 do the very same thing, but if they stay in the unawareness mode 2 their treasures, they will live their lives of poverty and struggles, with all that booty and loot right above their noses the entire time, YO. This is still the best illustration that I can provide, and I know it is a reiteration, and is long worn out, so sorry ‘level 4 and 6’, keep your stereo set down, and watch out on the ground, YO!!!!!!!!!!!
U know, when I played the Shuttle shot on the large system I had back in the days B42 many had home theatres or knew much about connecting their video and television systems through their stereo amplifier and loudspeaker systems, as I can still hear the great Diana Ross and her words of wisdom about ‘those little tiny TV speakers’, in 1983 when she was talking during her Central Park Manhattan Concert, but when I played the space shot that was the one either B4 or maybe 2 of them B4 the Challenger Disaster in 1985, the management office of the Robin Hill Apartments, acted as though I had committed some unspeakable act, and it was the talk of the place until my mom and I moved out and left 4 the great Highland Avenue of Cinnaminson, New Jerseyhicks, in the great USAESMWG, just west of the tennis courts. There was no reason 4 this huge deal that was made of this, it only lasted 5 minutes or less, and was the only loud noise that I ever made there other than the one other time that my earlier blogs may have made a mention of. NASA through their connections with McDonnell Douglas tried 2 murder me on the highway number 295 in New Jersey in early 1988. Still, 100 other things all happened, but will not B blogged right now. A chopper came right over me from the direction of the space coast and NASA when I left the beach after getting one up on the enemy and leaving the place where they sent those 2 horrible young sluts 2 persecute and harass me, back on Saturday.
We all leave ourselves CLUES, even if we R not in fact, DOMINANT EXPLORATRONS of the COLLECTIVE EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND of the ‘CESTC’ or the CES Travel Club. Kinda rhymes with Callio and Septic, as in her great city water company, YO, www.acmua.com/ so go up and look at their website, BRO!!!!!! But as 2 those great clues BRO, we only C them in our ‘hindsight’. This is all that is possible while awake, but we do send ourselves these clues, huh Chief Star Ship Engineer Jordy Squared??? Yet it still remains of the utmost urgency 2 look then 4 these clues in our past that indeed so often really do explain our present. If 4 no other reason this is proof that MORIANITY’S teachings about exploratronics is 100% accurate and real.
When I re-read my own blogs, simple clues R staring me in the face, and may even include the many typos or even the hacks, who can really ever totally know? Clues R in many things such as phrasings, random amounts of countless things such as the number of times that I may say this thing or that thing thinking totally at random, or how many times I might use exclamation points, and on and on. I assure U that I just randomly type, and then when I look back, the plots can thicken up real nicely. Remember that nothing is random; it cannot B because the expansion or universe has a limited size. Total possible combinations R always an equation that R based on this size. The figure would B astronomical and staggering, but still, random is not purely possible. The knowledge that nothing is random would have really saved my mother’s life in late 1997, even though she did not actually die until the 4th of March of 2K. She was in a condition that TAWF put her into where she’da been better pucking off dead, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Many things became known 2 me in these 10 years this 21st century, I did not say my omniscience is totals and that there is no learning curve, I am learning every day. This vicious Viqueen attacked her in her sleep because she knew she was gonna tell me something big. The entire thing however I began recently 2 begin 2 believe I knew, and was totally clueless, still I am quite sure I am a good bit in the dark. It has 2 do with Florida, Ormond Beach, and Estelle Andersen Bassler of 30 South Plaza Place, in ACNJUSAESMWG. I knew this Viqueen in one of her many doppelganger identities as Paula King, and she and her entire gang, along with my cousin, did an unspeakable thing 2 me while staying at the Trinidad Motel on 10-SC Avenue in the summer time of the year 1967. Actually, my cousin was the look-out and did not commit any incest.
Both Monday and Tuesday were horrible 4 me on the job, it is a fucking horrible job, what can I say Hurricane fucking pucking Smith, speaking of older times and days. Still, trying 2 buy a bottle of Clamato Juice was an impossibility. After I left the job, I tried 2 buy this and U would not believe the bull shit. Then a Jane Shitdisease attack struck horrendously. I forgot that a tape was in the car running as I had the volume on the system all the way off. When it is in a tape playing mode, the clock displays and cannot B stopped, here I fucking cunt am busting my cunt trying 2 hit the button that makes it go from time to radio station frequency display and one eleven won’t mother fucking stop staring back at me. When I got home and tried 2 compensate by setting my stove digital clock, it only sets down, and I was struck again by the one eleven, and fucking again at eleven-eleven, B4 I was able 2 set it at 555, so fuck U, 55555555555555 and 5555555555 and 555555555555555555555555555 and 5555555555555555555555555555555555 and HA-HA, I will stare at fives now again and fucking cunt pen rape.
As 4 my point about exploratronics, I do not believe 4 a minute, that all these connected events R pure happenstance, the 2 interactions in 1980 almost on top of each other, Tony at Haddonwood, especially when he flipped out me like Robert McGuire did with the jet aircraft and the airbase question I asked him that day in 1997, nor do I believe it is a coincidence that Jimmy Carter was President about 10 years off in the other parallel universe where he told me that I am indeed dead, or really confirmed it after my saying it first in 1986. It was 1976 when over here; he was President of the United States. As 4 what Anthony Zenun said at Haddonwood 2 me, the owner, when I said I wanted 2 kill myself, and B4 this politically correct movement was in this full swing, all though it was definitely in the works and coming at us all as fast as a tidal wave, but it was as though I was talking about killing him, oh yeah, right, R things beginning 2 jell here, or jelly tight, Mister Rowe???????????????? That toaster oven no more burned down that home in Amityville, New York owned in the early nineteen-sixties by my mother’s cousin’s husband, Heinz Gottwald, than some alien spacecraft did. I do not know everything, but I do know that I am getting the Flag out of FLAGGLER FLORIDA, very soon, I am one angry man, and am not in need of eleven others 2 make this bold statement here and now, ”F—U—C—K-----T—H—I—S-----S—H—I—T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
4 the past 45 minutes, I am contending with some retard adult walking back and forth making stupid sounds and pulling on some weird string, I do not know Y the library permits this absurd nutcase 2B in here doing this, he is annoying the mother fucking hell out of me and when I go 2 post up I will ask the peeps in charge just what the fuck is going down.
Governor, I need nobody 2 help me; I am in eternal hell, so screw U, don’t lift a finger. I know that games R the reality, and I know the Y’s 4 these games. Still, I wonder just how much of a game it is that Gawky is playing, him and his billion year old family that has some wild plot 2 wipe me out, and that should B obvious 2 the biggest jerk off in the world. I knew when I was penning the book, THE PERMISSION BARRIER, more was happening than anyone including even I was aware of. Well, if UR reading this Paul, and my attorneys find out UR making serious money, U will B sued. Not only is the paperwork down in City Hall in Camden, New Jersey, USAESMWG that I am your 50/50 business partner in STUDIO PARK RECORDS, but it is a fact that I named it this, and the book TPB shows this back in 1994, 4 full years B4 your claim now on the internet that U and U alone started this outfit, U will B hearing from my lawyers dick throb!!!!!!!! Yes, it seems U were indeed a lot more intricate than I thought, or really, in my ‘wildest dream’. Also, the latest interaction with U and doing the project on my open reel machine at the Cherry Hill house and then taking it down 2 Resorts International. Well MISTER Paul Pedersen, I hope U can take some legal heat, ya’ fucking jerk-off!!!!!
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Chapter 03—subtitled: “Leaving Florida After-all”
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A pretty wild story is ahead, if U ain’tinda mood, get off this blog, you’ve been officially warned. I may B leaving this state and putting many thousands of miles behind me soon, far out 2 sea, but not millions or even 20,000, Mister Scott, and Docner Nichols, I have a special hear, I hear everything, from all of U, when U sleep and eat, wheat U say about me, how much U all hate me, some openly and some secretly, and the force that is making it so, huh Captain freaking Picard. If U think real secrets R kept from the Mountain, then U and Mohammad R both quite naïve.
I am not at all happy with this new life. I was far better off, and happier, in my RV. Yes, this is true, and I made another giant mother pucking mistake. On top of that, I appear 2B the shortest person in Florida, the average height of grown women is 6”2”, and men about 2 inches more, the average height of kids between 10 and 17 is around 3 or 4 inches shy of six feet. Me being just a hair but over 5 feet, I now have an officially injured neck, just trying 2B polite and look people here in the eye. I know that this is all some powerful supernatural game; I know that I am not imagining anything, and I know none of U will believe me. Back in the summer of 2000, 2 men accompanied me 2 Atlantic City, one a famous recording artist of the past, and the other his pal Rob Hartley. They know this is being said and they know it is true, they could not have forgotten this day in such a short time, whether we all turn into machines or carpenters, or not, back B4 the hot pig pollution nineties arrive!!!!!!!!!
After reading on a while, some out here R gonna say, hay but wipe, how can U let this even concern U, let along bother U so much, as so much more powerful stuff is occurring around U that this is total insignificance next 2 the bigger fish frying away in the 1986 bay. Also U may B pissing yourself 2 learn what has gone so freaking wrong in my life after finally finding a special social worker and people 2 help me. Since I am a diagnosed nutcase, certified as a total fucking lunatic legally by the United States Federal Government and this is YI also totally know with mother pucking certainty that no one will take much of this one bit seriously. That does not matter. It is not how many laugh and mock me, it is how many read this shit that matters. Your awake and conscious level mind is running one way, but the mental words deeper inside of U, know fully well what I tell U is total truth, and is naturally blocking this information from surfacing into your wake-a-day world existence, so U will get off the blog and humanly laugh, some will draw ugly caricatures of me with horns or space cadet hats, but my mission will succeed in the long run, and T-H-A-T is what’s freaking of urgency here, and nothing else. I AM ONE FUCKING TOTALLY DOG SNOT LICKING MISERABLE PERSON, AND EVERYONE EVERYWHERE HUMANLY IS SETTING ME UP, HATING MY FUCKING GUTS, AND SEVERELY INJURING ME, PLAYING A GARGANTUAN GAME IN THE PROCESS!!!!!!! Putting things quickly, politely, and straight forward, 4 me aniwho, things RRRRRR—EEEEEE—AAAAAA—LLLLLL fucking bad, and that is an under exaggeration times ten to the exponent of 9999999!!!!!! First of all, AARP came through, I wish they hadn’t now, the position I have is so horrible that I wish some mother fucking bastard would do a casino-movie-NICK, and put a gun 2 the top of my head and just blow straight down. Every second, I WISH I WAS FUCKING TOTALLY DEAD AND GONE, this is agony and misery beyond any excruciation any of U can imagine. I would gladly take the place of the combined total of every Jewish prisoner being tortured during Hitler’s days of concentration camps in Germany, as long as in exchange, after I suffered through this entire terra-hell, I would then finally B free and it would all end and B forever mother fucking over!!!!!!!!! No human understands my hell, nor do they want 2 even make the mother fucking attempt. They could all give a rats licking ass dick in furies of flaming hell about me or any of my woes and plights. As bad as all of things were, it multiplied in what I term, “WORSENING-STAGES”, and these times being, when I met Jim burr at the Professional Careers Institute at one Cherry Hill Building, Suite #200, in Cherry Hill, New Jersey in the summer time of the year of 1973. The next worsening-stage was ten years later in 1983 when I moved into an Atco, New Jersey home and rented it from a man named Gerald Pliner, the owner of the L&S Nursing Home, also in Atco. The next one was in 1995, the beginning of the biggest ever in history, 3-year-bull-market rally on the United Stated Dow Jones Stock Market system. I had recently sent the book down 4 copyright, “The Permission Barrier”, back on Boo-Day of 1994, (10/31), and memories of a powerful awesome teenager were just beginning 2 surface. The final worsening was in 2006, WHEN I BEGAN 2 THINK THAT I WAS GONNA BLOG MY NIGHTMARE LIFE ONTO THE WORLD WIDE WEB OF THE INTERCONNECTING NETWORKING COMPUTER SYSTEM. George Straight the country vocalist should really belt this out right now in my fucking honor, “NEED I SAY MORE”, or maybe he should sing it this way and alter the spelling in the lyric just a bit, CHANGING IT 2 NONE OTHER THAN, “NEED I SAY MOHR”!!!!!!
If U can hear me MIGHTY BEACH-MAN of 1974, and I know who UR, please let me out of here, please, if U wanna work through me, then allow the ME part 2 totally fall under your ES domination and sleep through it, in much the same way that women say they sleep through sex after losing the fire with their hubbies. U do what U godda do BRO, and let me fall asleep and unaware. Maybe today is the day that I tell more than I have told since I began in the spring time in 2008, 2 put things together that connect my relatives in Long Island, New York. My life was always far from normal, I never asked 4 any of it, it just grabbed me at the gofuckingbat, and refused 2 let go.
Not only is my job beyond hell and makes the previous job back in New Jerseyhicks compare as a prized and precious jewel, but the entire way all the things happened that led me into all of this new life, is not safely bloggable, not with me being this weak magnetically, not in a quadrillion mother fucking centuries. I know what I know, and I know what I am safe 2 tell and say while being this weak right at the present time. All freedom in this country is gone, I feel so very sorry 4 all the kids of the country, under 45 years of age, and none of U will never know the freedoms that once we not only all had, but took so ridiculously 4 granted. So without ever putting the letter D back B4 the letter C, Copyright Examiners, or the letter G back B4 the letter C, and so on, yes, we did not know just what we had, and Joanie Mitchell can put up parking lots all over this evil nation from one end of the time spectrum all the way 2 the other freaking end, and it changes absolutely nothing. This entire trip 2 Florida was a giant set up, and meeting April Lee was as well, all a set up, and one man in this government knows this on some personal level, as it was in his eyes in such a powerful way when he made the damn statement on the “Law & Order” television show, “HELL HAS NO WRATH LIKE A PISSED OFF TEENAGED GIRL” YO BRO, U must B the most intelligent man in all of American politics, Senator!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I NEED NO RADIO OR TELEVISION 2 TELL ME THE DOW JONES IS GOING UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, THE PHILLIES R LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING AND LOSING, AND THE FLYERS MUST HAVE AS I SAID THEY WOULD, W-O-N ---T-H-E---S-T-A-N-L-E-Y---C-U-P!!!!!!!!!!! This is a parallel of events that is so strong that it is like practically no other ones. The only stronger and higher percentage 4 an (A) event causing a (B) event, would B that example that I have cited in many prior blogging works over 4 or more years now, where a dude walks into a real tough bar and hollers out some super insult 2 everybody, and then 4 any given (A) event of him doing this, and then as he tries 2 exit the bar and get away, the (B) event being he will get an ass kicking that will live in infamy with President Roosevelt, I can give a prediction that 100% is the PE 4 this. Now the Dow/Flyers/Phillies/Me PE may not B 100, but it is high fucking nineties BRO, and THAT, ----- U can take 2 King Heinz Nebuchadnezzar’s Long Island Bay.
As soon as I posted up blog chapter number 02, the last blog back late Saturday afternoon, and drove straight over 2 South Beach 4 a dip in the sea, all HELLFIRE fucking broke loose. I get 2 where I normally go, and 2 separate total sluts were annoying me big time, one was more normal in build, the other was a small “GIANT, and built like a mother fucking double brick shitfuckinghouse. Each were separate, they were not together, at least by my best judgment, I will not bore U with the details. They both flirted with me worse than that awful slut back in 1998, Beach-Stacey as I came 2 call her, later learning her name was SHARON, in ways 2 bizarre 2 get into right now, it is on long ago blogged archives however. One was blaring horrible music from her car; the other had a very expensive white van, the giant. They both annoyed me so bad that B4I even got 2 the beach itself, I turned right around and marched right back 2 my car and drove away. I drove down the road a ways and tried another beach, all was well. I was left alone, and got 2 take my fucking swim without some children bothering me, I do not think these sluts were much over the legal age, and they were both, TOTAL TRASH!!!!!!
At the risk of offending Terry Egghead scatterbrainhater with these words, here we go now jumping all around. Estelle Andersen Arthur Perkowski Bassler had 2 numbers in her life back when the days of the late nineteen sixties were turning into the seventies, and all the shit was starting with me with this dangerous powerful GODDESS SCYLLA known also P-R-I-N-C-E as SARAH-STACEY-JEHOVAH-KRASSLE. One of these numbers was the address of her hotel on TENNESSEE AVENUE, the other was her telephone number designation at her home in South Atlantic City at 30 South Plaza Place. Both numbers matched perfectly, the 3-digit code agent numbers of the man on the mission 2 save Planet Earth, on the original Star Trek television show, with GARY SEVEN. Numbers were4 all there cosmically 2 prove all of this right up here in this very present time, and includes the very single digit number of the main agent, GARY-(7). 7 is one of SSJK’s absolutely fave numbers. 7 and 12 R her 2 most favorite, and SHE has so many more as well. It is based on 3 and 4. 3 plus 4 is 7 and 3 times 4 is 12. Also, 7 plus 12 is 19, and 7 times 12 is 84. Zvonko’s invention caused the entire planet 2 go off on a very wild direction in the year of 19-84. Did the writer of Orwell all ready have this information? I doubt it, as it is all a part of that good old “Cosmic-Solvings”, and those lovely ongoing and endless dual-letterings, in this case (CS)!!!!!!! The 3 and the 4 R based on the powerful illusions. The (3) is magical in religion as the godhead is a trinity, this is Y the first time matter is cut in half once 2 many times, it becomes a tiny spherical piece of circuitry in LAWTRONICS, with 3 sub-atomic particles all inside and doing their things so perfectly and well ordered, the electron, the proton, and the neutron. The (4) is magical as the illusion of flat surfaces is the created product of forces that R all part of these 3 interacting sub-particles. These flat surfaces produce the 4 directions of north and south and east and west. All these coding systems R markers, they have always been there, but who is looking 4 the truth? Now the other thing that boggles man’s wonderful mind is really the boggle of mine. Y would a creative force the way any of U think of it or believe it or call IT, remain in a separate domain from us, and not desire 2 interact directly with all of us, and all the time? YYYYYYYYYY? There would B no reason at all, Y SSJK would NOT WANT 2 do this!!!!!!!! SHE DOES DO THIS, and all the time. I do not care who believes this, who hates me 2 blog this, TOUGH BEER, TOUGH BEANS, AND TOUGH GANGS, BRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sometimes SHE comes here as male, other times as female, sometimes with more memory while awake of HER true identity, other times, with less, once, so it appears, SHE, or as HE, came with FULL TOTAL RECALL, huh GUV???????? Reincarnation, indwelling, dreaming, exploratronics, hyperspace traveling, and so much more, is all totally logical, and no one anywhere has a clue what is going on. The problem is always that some small bits of knowledge R very dangerous. Only by understanding all of what MORIANITY preaches, can the truth ever come forth 2 this blind, ignorant, judgmental, and arrogant world. Just who the fuck is MANKIND 2 say that I am wrong, when I know that I am right. SHE spoke 2 me as I began loading this disc into this very word processing computer machine, using a wild looking blond lady. We had a short little talk, and she told me how angry “GOD” is at the world right now. Of course SHE is angry; the world has injured me horrifically. I AM THAT BOY, {{{(((SHE)))}}} CALLS ME THAT BOY, and Y does SHE call me THAT-BOY??? Because it is a name very SPECIAL 2 SCYLLA, her doggie, YANCY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just ask the UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE, it’s all on my BOO-2007 musical project that I sent down 2 them, entitled, “KARAOKEY LUNCHBREAK AT THE SORIAN 18 GUARDHOUSE”, only they would not PERMIT-MER, Uncle Heinz Gottwald, cameras and all, 2 use the number of 18 on the title, they know Y and I know Y, DUH!!!!!!!!!
Not 2 excite the Scott Sarah Callio Calvin (Mystery Daters) 2 much here lads and lassies and Lab Dogs, but I ‘opened the door’ just a while back about MORIANITY, and one of its secret ‘knowings’, and how these R indeed, the only possible explanation 4 all of the wild Kennedy mysteries of the nineteen-sixties. Right about now, I am beginning 2 wonder if they have read these blogs from a little while back, and if so, if they R smelling major hyper-time stinking away overdone coffee beans yet. Hey BRO, shut the alarm clock off, it will not stop by itself and the room really stinks now, so Y not jut pucking WAKE-UP-PEEPS!!!!!! I cannot B totally blatant, and I am quite sure SSJK is good and pissed off at me 4 taking this even 2 this level. Smart peeps R up here as well on these blogs of mine, as well as all the butt-wipes that hate me and wish me evil. They know what has 2B going on, what other possibility could B going on. If SHE was not afraid of losing life as SHE knows it now humanly, or its style, things would alter quickly, and I really hate seeing HER torn up with this, but this is not made up nor is it ignorable. Let us all examine some hard 2 argue with facts. When it comes into the getting down and dirty time 4 closely examining all the unexplained mysteries in most of our lives as citizens of the Planet Earth, like most things and death being the prime one, FEAR factors always love 2 kick in and control and manipulate the way that I assure U that we all would differently feel regarding so many things, if fear could B in fact totally removed. Let us B brave and look at 2 powerful dream-interactions that all my audience should know of that both took place in the space of just a couple of months, and in the 2nd half of the year of 1980. The earlier first one was in one of June’s first few days, and later the other one early in the autumn of ’80. The first one was when SSJK sang HER lovely song 2 me, called, “LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS”. I was memory blocked back in the awake world, remembering but the smallest amount of the song yet the intensity of the experience should have warranted a total recall of it or most of it at least. The second one was when the black cat on a bus gave me the next evening’s lottery number, by meowing the word “DIE” 2 me, over and over. I told the lady whose lap this cat6 was on, “Your cat is telling me 2 die, lady”. She then calmly retorted, “No he isn’t, he is giving U the next 3-digit lottery number in Pennsylvania”. Then she went on 2 add, that sometime the cat gets it perfectly in order and sometimes the digits R all inverted, but that the 3 digits always R correct. She also went on 2 explain that the ‘D-I-E’ that was being sounded unmistakably in the meow, was letter #4, letter #9, and letter #5. Indeed the box of this lottery pick came out the following evening in your “WAKING WORLD”, as 5-9-4, and is on record 2 this day in Pennsylvania. If U Google around, U can come 2 learn the very following day of my powerful interaction with GAWKY GAUKAUK!!!!!!!!!!!!! 28 years later, HE told me lots more about his system 4 operating many things through as he calls it, magic-math!!!!!!!!!!! Using it is not magic however, and requires not just knowing the exact mechanics 4 its usage, but the skill of adapting how 2 make it operate correctly and successfully, nothing that great, is ever gonna freaking B that EASY, not EAST, sorry Brucie for the typo or the (PBHE) with or without any lessons in genealogy. !!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, LOIS FOCA and Lottery, both start with the letter of (L), the 12th letter of the English alphabet. Yeah Ernie Merker OL’ BOY, just when will this blind world really ever believe in the hypersphere, soon, never, 1969, 9691, or when man cries a billion tears somewhere between 2525 and 9999???????? I am not a time traveler, and the parlor trick does not make the magic disappear peeps, it is wild ass magic, and powerful 2 boot, bloody shoes and all notwithstanding!!!!!!!!!
Awake-mind DOES 1 HUGE THING PEEPS. IT REVERSES REALITY. Knowing that is knowing it all, but still U may say bullshit; because Y then can I not feel that I know it all when in fact I do know this fact, me that is? I do know it, totally, as I know that 2 plus 2 is 4. I exaggerated, I do not get 2 know everything just because I know that my conscious mind is decoding and reversing the energy world around me, but I fully am aware that it all is indeed being reversed, that is a pretty high percentage of omniscience, BRO!!!!! Everything around us is perceived as MASS. ‘Matter’ is a good interchangeable word that is more identifiable with less formally educated peeps. Also, our civilization with its preposterous notions and ideas that any real creation force or forces, must B (MALE) gender when not perceived in the time world anti-neutrality is absurd and quite flabbergasting 12 say the very least. When I ever C a man having a freaking baby, at that point I’ll surrender my opinions and perceptions 2 the contrary. Our ocean is a pure energy that moves and thinks, and brought sentient life into this world. It did this in six huge periods or day-steps, and after billions of years as years now R measured, the job was finished. SSJK never gets tired, and it is a lot of bullshit that SHE rested on day 7. Still, things all got recorded and presented in this way, and who is gonna believe someone who’s on a first name basis with the All Mighty God of the world? This water in our oceans did not come from here. Ask any scientist that has all their degrees and marbles. They may not yet know that Jupiter spewed this out from her bowels and it then traveled through 500 million miles of space and ended up sucked into our planet gravitation system, and all because, SHE dreamed it so, hurt feelings or not, as I was not in the equation until AD-1986 and RGG was written and sent 2 the USCO, BRAHHH!!! Another thing the human mind tricks us into seeing and therefore believing, is that objects R flat surfaces in the great expansion. The ultimate joke is that the entire expansion itself is still seen as a certain size going out at all points yet not all eventually and of course LAWTRONICALLY, completing the circuitry of the system. This is even after the great persons of the world of the sciences now know and claim that indeed space IS curved, yet they still continue 2 entertain the full truth and make the leap that it all goes all the way around from any point and angle, in roughly sixty trillion or so terra light years, or 360 septillion miles in circumference. The freaking great Hubble-scopes reach red-shift at the curve in any direction at roughly 15 billion light years, this is similar 2 a person on the shore looking outward into the sea and wondering how many horizon curve points there R until it all comes right back 2 where they R standing. Mind while awake and interacting on the realm of the tangible and the physical is descrambling the energy world around us that is mere waves and particles, and by a powerful biological process known nothing of in detail here in 2010, manages 2 divide this reality by roughly 34.7 billion miles per second, allowing our minds here and now 2 falsely live and believe in this physical world of matter, it literally has successfully descrambled the energy world into the world of mass. Yes 34.7GMPS is a rounded off C-Squared, or 186282 X 186282 Statute Miles per Second, (SMPS). But MORIANITY only begins on this level, what happened 2 me physically as the (me) that I am dreaming that I am now, Michael Wayne Mountainpen, The real powerful stuff always remains in the non decoded or descrambled energy world. This is where the real U is, the U inside, the mistaken idea that U have this thing, when U {R} this thing, ‘SOUL’ and just where is it? Well, it is inside U, not inside your mind or your head, or your physical guts. The real U, or (soul) is quite naturally zero-dimensional. The entire expansion outward, starts with the dreaming that U all love 2C as ‘real-tangible-life’. Here R the 2 greatest kept real secrets on this planet in all times, the entire 4th dimension, one is that the creative force always lives amongst us and takes the same form, long B4 humans were humans, we were other things, and so was SHE, again 2 match, and so forth. The other one is bigger and deeper than this one, and that is that no complexity is real, how can it B, nothing really, is larger than zero. Only the void is real, or the truth thus is the VOID. Therefore, things such as ES (EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND) 4 one perfect example, runs very automatically and without a lot of pre-planning and complex learning and growing of intricate technologies. The hypersphere itself is self-propelled, THERE IS PERPETUAL MOTION!!!!!!!! It experiences itself during a sixty trillion year period, if it was measured as times that this little world of ours would orbit its closest star which of course is our sun, (SOL). Nothing is bigger or smaller than this simple honest truth. Pondering on this causes U2 realize the question of, how could anything else B true? Still, ES must B further discussed now on this blog, as in the world of lesser dimensions, time is quite real or so it seems, and so R all of the differing and varying parallel other worlds in hyperspace, or the 4th and the 5th dimensions added onto the basic 3. Let us talk then about organized Exploratronic Traveling as well as the ES, or the Exploratronic Supermind. Organized ES verses all other ES activity is sort of like the comparing of anarchy with governments.
Let me open it all up, I am not gonna B quite as subtle as Sky might wish me 2B, I’ll probably get a ‘visitation’ in my ‘dreams’, oh well, as long as Mister DeGama doesn’t cut my lungs out again, so far since the 21st century, he has behaved himself, it is not 1970 in July anymore, hurray!!!!!!! Anyway, the difference in the example being that most parts of global society in all known times is organized and governed even on head-hunter islands of the cannibals, as opposed 2 random and chaotic societies, and in Exploratronic Supermind activities, the majority IS NOT the organized SUPERMIND, nor do ‘they’ label and name their 5th dimensional travel club by this term of ES.
I am not a time traveler, I am an aware Exploratron. Listen up real/e carefully now peeps, if U can, give it the old college try, U might just B glad that U did. I am me and only me, most of the time, as is the case with the majority of all of U as well. However, upon occasion, another paralleling universe (ME) or one of my ‘doppelgangers’ becomes dominant, but rarely, and when it happens, it is definitely by pattern, and is triggered by things and events around me while awake at the time. ONLY the ‘Supermind’ can dominate over extended periods as single NON-‘alter-ego-selves’. It is time 2 say outright now, that it should B quite obvious 2 anyone seriously studying what I discuss and tell over years of blogs now, that just because somebody dies in one universe at the age of 10 or 30 or 80, in another part of the hyperspace, the same individual may have died at a totally different age all together. Those few aware and awake mortals who R capable of moving onto the Astral Plane using either the FASCITAR, or ‘their’ other ways and methods, that they B in fact using and that works 4 them, most or all of them know a powerful secret. This is that all of time inside all of the hyperspace, the entire 4th and 5th dimensions in their total entirety, can B entered from the Astral Plane. They may or may not remember that there is a ‘gate-warning’ so 2 speak. If U do not go back 2 where U came from, U will B given an immediate case-grievance as it is termed on the Astral Plane, by the AWA, (the ruling MILLIONTH-COUNCIL). Now I mentioned the FASCITAR or the way 2 really do these things and not wonder if I am some nut case making up a wild story, and I also mentioned a similar gate within the usage of this tool, and have named it the WAKING-FREEZE. This is literally the fear factor of the ‘trip’, and this is experiencing the nineteen-sixties, without the acid-25 pills, traveler. I believe NASA was case-grievanced in 1980, when there secret cat was first messing with me. 3 years B4 that, I had my first experience with him, but that is a story 4 another time still 2 come. Overcoming the fear of the waking-freeze, is not reality 4 most mortals, they brag, they write books, but most of them R having very vivid dreams only, they R not shutting totally off the physical dream in the hyperspace they leave, and transferring awareness into energy realms. Overkill would B2 stand at ground zero where a nuke bomb goes off, no difference, just overkill. Of course, the body is not there 2 return there, but I am beyond that worry, so I type the story in this fashion. By willing yourself literally with all your desired-might, 2 someplace on the Astral Plane, and without knowing any, it becomes a more difficult task quite obviously, instantly, U do not wake up nor go into a dream, it is like really being in those movies UC from time 2 time, U really R in that “other-place”, and there is no bullshit or doubt about it, or Lenny’s old girlfriend, miss Chillie the hotstuff. The more we try and play games with hyperspace, the worse it gets 4 the entire collective, and when UR not on a turned on and sentient level 2 any of this, it will go over your head and life, but it still is going on. If U step into a radiation field, U may not feel a thing, but we all know how the great Marie Curie and her hubbie met up with Morty Mortino, (DEATH). Now I can bypass the astral plane all together and go straight 2 the void because I know about the void, I am the void, I experience the void, and I can re-dream directly into the point I came from, or from another, but even though the AS and their mighty MM cannot Case-Grievance me on it, the same results happen, making me believe that the warnings R merely mirrored reflections of the deeds containing their own built in punitations. Some of these ideas contain some of the various elements of truths of Y my life started going real badly after Patricia Hollister and her tapes and the Fascitar all came into my human world life, and on and on, back in the early nineteen seventies.
On various deeper and buried mental levels of the mind and its sub-consciousness, we all R doing various parlor tricks with no awake mind awareness 2 it, these things include and R in no way limited 2, all the things we hear discussed, deju-voo, thinking of a friend we haven’t thought of in a year and the phone rings and bingo, and all these things. But never confuse organized ES, again this means (EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND), with either Astral Plane traveling with waking world awareness, or mind tricks and parlor tricks of various other natures. Also, without real honest true awareness 2 the mechanics about the stuff just now discussed, it is all thereby as totally meaningless as a bug. U have no clue about a thing, so hence, all meaning vanishes. There is an old saying that, “the life is in the blood”. This parallel wisdom can B applied here by just adding these following words regarding what is being discussed here in this blog: “MEANING IS IN THE KNOWING”. Again we go back 2 that almost worn out cited example where 1000 people all live in houses with a secret room in their attics and inside each one is a billion dollars worth of god and silver and jewelry. Knowing and then meaning, is the equivalent 2 one of these families out of the 1000 residents in these homes all containing great treasure, suddenly finding the door and the secret panels, and the treasure, and now suddenly, their entire lives R transformed literally overnight. All 999 have the potential 2 do the very same thing, but if they stay in the unawareness mode 2 their treasures, they will live their lives of poverty and struggles, with all that booty and loot right above their noses the entire time, YO. This is still the best illustration that I can provide, and I know it is a reiteration, and is long worn out, so sorry ‘level 4 and 6’, keep your stereo set down, and watch out on the ground, YO!!!!!!!!!!!
U know, when I played the Shuttle shot on the large system I had back in the days B42 many had home theatres or knew much about connecting their video and television systems through their stereo amplifier and loudspeaker systems, as I can still hear the great Diana Ross and her words of wisdom about ‘those little tiny TV speakers’, in 1983 when she was talking during her Central Park Manhattan Concert, but when I played the space shot that was the one either B4 or maybe 2 of them B4 the Challenger Disaster in 1985, the management office of the Robin Hill Apartments, acted as though I had committed some unspeakable act, and it was the talk of the place until my mom and I moved out and left 4 the great Highland Avenue of Cinnaminson, New Jerseyhicks, in the great USAESMWG, just west of the tennis courts. There was no reason 4 this huge deal that was made of this, it only lasted 5 minutes or less, and was the only loud noise that I ever made there other than the one other time that my earlier blogs may have made a mention of. NASA through their connections with McDonnell Douglas tried 2 murder me on the highway number 295 in New Jersey in early 1988. Still, 100 other things all happened, but will not B blogged right now. A chopper came right over me from the direction of the space coast and NASA when I left the beach after getting one up on the enemy and leaving the place where they sent those 2 horrible young sluts 2 persecute and harass me, back on Saturday.
We all leave ourselves CLUES, even if we R not in fact, DOMINANT EXPLORATRONS of the COLLECTIVE EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND of the ‘CESTC’ or the CES Travel Club. Kinda rhymes with Callio and Septic, as in her great city water company, YO, www.acmua.com/ so go up and look at their website, BRO!!!!!! But as 2 those great clues BRO, we only C them in our ‘hindsight’. This is all that is possible while awake, but we do send ourselves these clues, huh Chief Star Ship Engineer Jordy Squared??? Yet it still remains of the utmost urgency 2 look then 4 these clues in our past that indeed so often really do explain our present. If 4 no other reason this is proof that MORIANITY’S teachings about exploratronics is 100% accurate and real.
When I re-read my own blogs, simple clues R staring me in the face, and may even include the many typos or even the hacks, who can really ever totally know? Clues R in many things such as phrasings, random amounts of countless things such as the number of times that I may say this thing or that thing thinking totally at random, or how many times I might use exclamation points, and on and on. I assure U that I just randomly type, and then when I look back, the plots can thicken up real nicely. Remember that nothing is random; it cannot B because the expansion or universe has a limited size. Total possible combinations R always an equation that R based on this size. The figure would B astronomical and staggering, but still, random is not purely possible. The knowledge that nothing is random would have really saved my mother’s life in late 1997, even though she did not actually die until the 4th of March of 2K. She was in a condition that TAWF put her into where she’da been better pucking off dead, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Many things became known 2 me in these 10 years this 21st century, I did not say my omniscience is totals and that there is no learning curve, I am learning every day. This vicious Viqueen attacked her in her sleep because she knew she was gonna tell me something big. The entire thing however I began recently 2 begin 2 believe I knew, and was totally clueless, still I am quite sure I am a good bit in the dark. It has 2 do with Florida, Ormond Beach, and Estelle Andersen Bassler of 30 South Plaza Place, in ACNJUSAESMWG. I knew this Viqueen in one of her many doppelganger identities as Paula King, and she and her entire gang, along with my cousin, did an unspeakable thing 2 me while staying at the Trinidad Motel on 10-SC Avenue in the summer time of the year 1967. Actually, my cousin was the look-out and did not commit any incest.
Both Monday and Tuesday were horrible 4 me on the job, it is a fucking horrible job, what can I say Hurricane fucking pucking Smith, speaking of older times and days. Still, trying 2 buy a bottle of Clamato Juice was an impossibility. After I left the job, I tried 2 buy this and U would not believe the bull shit. Then a Jane Shitdisease attack struck horrendously. I forgot that a tape was in the car running as I had the volume on the system all the way off. When it is in a tape playing mode, the clock displays and cannot B stopped, here I fucking cunt am busting my cunt trying 2 hit the button that makes it go from time to radio station frequency display and one eleven won’t mother fucking stop staring back at me. When I got home and tried 2 compensate by setting my stove digital clock, it only sets down, and I was struck again by the one eleven, and fucking again at eleven-eleven, B4 I was able 2 set it at 555, so fuck U, 55555555555555 and 5555555555 and 555555555555555555555555555 and 5555555555555555555555555555555555 and HA-HA, I will stare at fives now again and fucking cunt pen rape.
As 4 my point about exploratronics, I do not believe 4 a minute, that all these connected events R pure happenstance, the 2 interactions in 1980 almost on top of each other, Tony at Haddonwood, especially when he flipped out me like Robert McGuire did with the jet aircraft and the airbase question I asked him that day in 1997, nor do I believe it is a coincidence that Jimmy Carter was President about 10 years off in the other parallel universe where he told me that I am indeed dead, or really confirmed it after my saying it first in 1986. It was 1976 when over here; he was President of the United States. As 4 what Anthony Zenun said at Haddonwood 2 me, the owner, when I said I wanted 2 kill myself, and B4 this politically correct movement was in this full swing, all though it was definitely in the works and coming at us all as fast as a tidal wave, but it was as though I was talking about killing him, oh yeah, right, R things beginning 2 jell here, or jelly tight, Mister Rowe???????????????? That toaster oven no more burned down that home in Amityville, New York owned in the early nineteen-sixties by my mother’s cousin’s husband, Heinz Gottwald, than some alien spacecraft did. I do not know everything, but I do know that I am getting the Flag out of FLAGGLER FLORIDA, very soon, I am one angry man, and am not in need of eleven others 2 make this bold statement here and now, ”F—U—C—K-----T—H—I—S-----S—H—I—T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
4 the past 45 minutes, I am contending with some retard adult walking back and forth making stupid sounds and pulling on some weird string, I do not know Y the library permits this absurd nutcase 2B in here doing this, he is annoying the mother fucking hell out of me and when I go 2 post up I will ask the peeps in charge just what the fuck is going down.
Governor, I need nobody 2 help me; I am in eternal hell, so screw U, don’t lift a finger. I know that games R the reality, and I know the Y’s 4 these games. Still, I wonder just how much of a game it is that Gawky is playing, him and his billion year old family that has some wild plot 2 wipe me out, and that should B obvious 2 the biggest jerk off in the world. I knew when I was penning the book, THE PERMISSION BARRIER, more was happening than anyone including even I was aware of. Well, if UR reading this Paul, and my attorneys find out UR making serious money, U will B sued. Not only is the paperwork down in City Hall in Camden, New Jersey, USAESMWG that I am your 50/50 business partner in STUDIO PARK RECORDS, but it is a fact that I named it this, and the book TPB shows this back in 1994, 4 full years B4 your claim now on the internet that U and U alone started this outfit, U will B hearing from my lawyers dick throb!!!!!!!! Yes, it seems U were indeed a lot more intricate than I thought, or really, in my ‘wildest dream’. Also, the latest interaction with U and doing the project on my open reel machine at the Cherry Hill house and then taking it down 2 Resorts International. Well MISTER Paul Pedersen, I hope U can take some legal heat, ya’ fucking jerk-off!!!!!
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