THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
SAFE JOURNAL, BLOG CHAPTER #0016
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C0016-082110.505, SUBTITILED, “THE WEEK OF SHIT SIEGE”
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Well peeps, 4 a solid mother fucking diseased week now, I HAVE ENDURED AND SUFFERED THROUGH A MONSTROUS HORIFFIC DEATH FUCKING SIEGE NOW, AND WHEN DID IT FUCKING START, AUGUST THE 15TH, OR THE “REAL GOOD GIRL” day on Anniversary #24. It was totally expected and as Houdini forgot 2 do on one fatal occasion, I had my stomach muscles all maxed out and tensed up so I could B braced 4 this despicable human rights violating attack on the part of this miserable shit eating OTAMM and the MILI-2-FORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Chemtrails have been an every day occurrence, planes and choppers R also all around, they R there when I get out of my car B it at home, or any other place I may drive 2 that is away from, my freaking home, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another memory fuck up on my part also happened, it was not back last Saturday, but the following day when I did not initially go 2 the music store, but went back 2 exchange a defective unit 4 another after not being able all morning 2 reach them on the telephone, and 4 a very good mother fucking reason, YO, they have no hours on freaking ass Sunday’s. As I approached so much as the general area, the same chopper that fucks with me and has fucked with me now since the days of ‘REAL GOOD GIRL’, began stalking and messing with me, 2 intimidate me. I have rights under the law, and can go and do any legal thing I wish 2 do, and if they ever push shit 2 far, it is they that go 2 fucking prison, not fucking me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have an angry goddess that needs 2B appeased, and I must obey (H-E-R) OR ELSE. I do not need the HIGHEST ENERGY RELEASES of HER 2B aimed against me. She wants that song of apology, and this is what SHE is gonna mother freaking get, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On top of a week of aerial hell nightmare death siege around me,
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
safe journal, chapter 0014-B
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SAFE JOURNAL, BLOG CHAPTER #0014-B
Subtitled: BEING FUCKED WITH BIG ULTRA TIME, YO:
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No readers, and me later on should I forget as I tend 2 do, many things, oh the gods, there really is no blog chapter 0014-A, and this is still blog chapter 0014-B, and here is the reason. The computer here at the library was super mother fucking hacked, and starting Sunday morning, I have been under a MAJOR FUCKING NASTY DEATH SIEGE FROM THE MOTHER FUCKING TOTALLY SICK AND DISEASED MILLIONTH COUNCIL, ALSO MORE HUMANLY THOUGHT OF AND REFERRED 2 AS THE MILITARY-UFO-FORCE OR THE MILITUFORCE 4 AN ABRIDGED WAY OF PUTTING IT, AS WELL AS THE UNITAWF-WOMO AND ALL THE SCUM OF MY NIGHTMARE LIFE, WHAT ELSE IS FREAKING NEW PEEPS? I have a lot of shit 2 fucking say and tell, and U can bet your bottom chips and dollars YO, it is gonna get big fucking hyper time told, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I began this blog and the computer totally fucked up and no one could effect repairs, it is closed and waiting 4 the technician 2 service the STACEY LATTISAW HACKED FUCKING JACK OFF THING, turned tapes and moved makes and all.
Things R very fucking bad, and I am under major death siege, and will really get back at this enemy by opening up major ass shit with the public world today, and B fucking damned who wants 2 ignore me or disbelieve my claims of truth, under full fucking penalty sworn now voluntarily by me, of total perjury charges.
Let me begin with the smaller shit that just about if nor totally always goes completely along with the shit around me when it gets real mother fucking bad as it indeed has starting on Sunday, and when the fuck was Sunday, but the fif-fucking-teenth day of August, when I sent “REAL GOOD GIRL” down 2 Washington, DC, 4 official copyright registration. Life has turned into a mother fucking total nightmare 4 me ever since shy of noon on Sunday the 15th of diseased August, precisely 24 years after my life initially altered forever from doing this very act of copyrighting my own legal song, something I had every mother fucking right in the world 2 do, I HAVE MY MOTHER FUCKING RIGHTS, AND NO BASTARD DISEASED SICK GROUP OF GROUND UP DOG SHIT IS GONNA TAKE THESE FUCKING RIGHTS AWAY FROM ME, YO!!!! I am getting sick and tired of being mother fucking viciously and vitriolically violated, assaulted, and covertly destroyed and made beyond fucking miserable by this diseased of shit swallowing mother fucking toilet water drinkers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First, B4I get into shit, the other stuff of course that goes along with my nightmare is right on cue and target, as ALWAYS!!!!!!!!!!! This includes major continuous clock-ones Jane Bitchfuckingwitch NOT AT ALL ‘FOND-A’ attacks, klutz out shit at work and at home, major severe constant fucking DEATH-ANGEL buzzing, and that bitch is way beyond my cat call abilities, which have just about fully returned by the way, despite a major new chemtrail hit over the past 2 fucking days BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Diana heeled me totally up; and yes peeps, it is so very nice having the LIGHTNING GODDESS OF THE PLANET EARTH IN LOVE WITH U, IT CAN COME IN QUITE FUCKING HANDY, YO!!!!!!!! She can do amazing things, impersonating queens and kings, and I never meant that second lyrical part after that back in the mother fucking 83 year, I was still trying 2 understand what was occurring around me, and was quite scared initially, and naturally so.
When I went out on Saturday, I purchased something related 2 what else, MUSIC, and all hell broke loose, it was indeed Saturday and not the 15th yet, still August 14, sorry, I remember now after typing this so far. Huge military choppers followed me and stalked me and intimidated me. They know every single thing I ever plan on doing, and unless they R indeed able 2 transcend TIME or the 4th dimension, they could not pull this off, so I no longer believe this all is somehow an elaborate and fantastic parlor trick, it is indeed just what it always has appeared 2 B, and that is none other than good old real time-travel, SHORT AND SWEET AND SIMPLE. The 6th dimension planned my entire life and all this silly GAME, from the go bat when I popped the fuck out of my fucking mom in the Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania Hospital that snowy ass Saturday late morning on 12/04/1954. The entire mess including my not remembering things, all of it, all was just 2 ruin my life, and make me totally mother fucking miserable at the speed of mother fucking light cubed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know this now. There is no rational way of explaining just how this fantastic shit could have ever really gone down in any other way, it is just not possible 2 rationally explain all this horse shit with any other method or rationalization, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The 6th dimension is making the normal female shit with me not work the way it does during sky sieges, and this is also a rare event, but indeed an event that does occur from time 2 freaking time. When it does, they totally know that they have me right by the mother fucking balls. Aerial siege has been bad up through this early morning at 2 AM, Tuesday the freaking 17th day of freaking ass August, the month of gold, and not gold-fate, MISTER Ernie Merker, YO, continuous endless looping infinity hells of sixty-trillion years and all notwithstanding!!!!!! The major shit I could say if I had brought my PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBERS BOOK with me 2 work today, as I came straight from work over here 2 this Fort Pierce, Florida public library 2 do my freaking blog and retaliation, or my (IRRCA), my IRKA can B spelled this way and is pronounced just the way that it appears in the lettering, and is an abbreviation from the words, IMMEDIATE RONALD REAGAN COUNTER ATTACK, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The power was knocked off at my residence yesterday 4 a short time while I was at work, giant pussies R all over the place, ones attacks and death angels R on me like flies on 4 day old cat fucking shit, and I could go on and on and fucking on peeps, YO!!! The radio-game is intermittent at my work place; and the man doing this or maybe I should say who is a small cog in the system behind it, does not fool me 4 a second. He loves 2 say the same thing that MC’s 3rd CUZ Leticia Tilley of Egg Harbor, New Jersey, made me say every time we were together back in New freaking Jersey, “HEY GIRL” not that I minded this, but it tells me beyond a doubt what I am imagining around that place and what I am freaking not imagining, YO.
When siege hits me, I am sorry, but I am gonna get fucking angry and curse, live with it or change the damn ‘blannel’. If any one of U out there had 2 suffer through a quarter of a MOTHER FUCKING CENTURY OF THIS HORRENDOUS HORSE SHIT, U would all have killed either yourself or somebody else a very long ass time ago, so DON’T MOTHER FUCKING JUIDGE ME PWEEEEEZE, THANK U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The 6th dimension does not want me anywhere near MUSIC. Yet MI is demanding that I do this damn apology song. I am literally stuck in-between a rock and a hard place. What I think happened was that several items all converged together here causing me this monstrous horrific death siege by enemies. First, the anniversary date of the song that I copyrighted was right around the corner when it began, then I drove over 2 a place that sells musical shit and THEY hate that with a fucking passion, 4 reasons only the mother fucking gods can really and truly understand as it sure goes the hell over my damn ass head, BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then the 3rd clinching item is that another source working 4 me began checking out the child molester, Tom Reale, on his computer, all these things all were going on and down right around the very same time that all of the persecution also was happening 2 me last fucking weekend. Also, they do not like certain things in the GAWNUM, as with days that match out in high compatibility with my personal PCN-871 along with the PCN of the date, while simultaneously either no pussy command matches out 4 me on that date, or low percentages. 4 an example a 100% match out with date-compatibility and a 0% non match out non-compat exists on that same date 4 pussy command, or my ability 2 make girls 4 whatever reason, interested in me, this always invites ENEMY-DISASTER!!!!!!!!!!! It is like holding up a wimpy shield and shooting a water gun at the army. Every single time that I show these dirt bag filthy fighters, a couple of flabby arms, then they will always follow a predictable pattern by ripping them off of my body mercilessly, and then precede 2 repeatedly club me over the head with them until I am senseless and bloody!!!!!!
Let me tell U all a little bit now of things that I need not B Einstein 2 totally know that this will piss these fart cakes off 2 no end, YO!!!!!!!! First, I told U all about the card trick, it works a bit like the ancient Chinese wisdom of the I-Ching, only they use 64 hexagrams, and the GAWNUM uses 81 PCN’s. I think about anything at all, and as I think and ponder about it, I draw from a playing deck of 36 cards, 4 suits from ace through nine. After the first draw, I write down the number of the card I pick at total random, and then repeat the process again, thinking some more about the item in question, and then I shuffle the cards again and redraw a 2nd card, and again, I write this number down. These 2 numbers R the root numbers of the PCN system that actually create ‘all of everything’ from a much higher reality dimension, the mind realm or the (D-6). I know this is hard 2 grasp, but just do it, and make sure U have a book filled with things that pertain 2 your personal life, several thousand of them, along with the PCN of each one of them. Then when U think something and ponder it and draw your 2 cards and get your PCN, go 2 the section in your book with that PCN, and get a mind blow that will cause U a stroke and a heart attack simultaneously YO. The cards have no magic, U have no magic, and I certainly have no magic. It is all happening within the 6th fucking dimension and is IT that is doing this with U, when U perform this little, “CARD-TRICK”!!!!!!!!!! Save the airfare, screw Vegas, and ‘let all of that stay there’, fuck it Henry Fonda, and make me the 13th fucking angry man today ol’ buddy, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! I am sharing shit with U peeps out here that will blow U straight into a pile of pig shit, U do this and U will look me up and want 2 know all about the great black cat Gawky. Then, I can tell U that all that I know about him is that in 1977, he and his human ancestor had me all cut up in a million pieces in a large university, it was the most frightening nightmare that anyone ever could have interacted in. Then 3 years later in the middle latter part of the 80 year, I saw him again, with his wife, on a bus, and the rest is all on the blogs. Did any of U ever play memory games with yourself in order 2 remember something better such as the name of a new girlfriend after U slipped up and called Heather-Ann, Suzie, and got knocked right on your ass at light speed squared? Suzie, your ex girlfriend was tiny, only 5 feet tall like me, and Suzie contains 5 letters in its name, so U use this 2 remember this and avoid another slam from your new love squeeze, 6 foot 4 inch power house dream angel Heather-Ann, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well peeps, did U ever begin 2 wonder at all Y indeed this memory system of associating 2 things, works so well? I will tell U the reason it does right now, and U can now know, if U want 2 that is, BRO. It is no different than 2 PRIVATE-COSMICODED-NUMBERS being matched up 4 compatibility query. Only the difference here is that these digits come from a totally higher realm than anything here in your waking human life and existence. Still, this is how we choose on a conscious level 2 remember our so called waking life, and peeps, it is all true, and UR all so freaking ass clueless it is totally pathetic. In the springtime era of the OH-MAROLA-EIGHT year, around 27 months back give or take a month, I remember having a wild interaction with MI where she was spinning around like a top in ways that even the great Michael Jackson and his thrilling 83 moves of dance would B totally envious of, don’t die on me now 4 real, MJ. Spinning like a top, huh? Oh yeah, right, and who is so famous ion television in the world of comedy 4 doing just that, but one of the great 3 stooge men, CURLY. I called MI that, back in the car on that unforgettable night, unforgettable huh, wow; so explain all of this somebody, should U choose 2 doubt Gawky Gaukauk, the great Panther Cat and his numerology so much, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am not totally sure Y the 6th dimension hates me having the slightest thing 2 do with anything musically connected or related, but indeed I do have certain ideas and clues, I’d B a total ass retard not 2, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So I am gonna do the most powerful thing that has been done ion this planet in 2000 years. I am gonna do a miracle that peeps will not B able 2 explain away no matter how they may wish 2 try. I am going 2 take away the effects that the chemtrail action over nearly 20 years, had on this mighty curly top spinner. After I upload the U-Tube project, “MI APOLOGY SONG” as it will B entitled, by none other than me or “KING NEBNOOSHOO”, I will create an image-object of my curly haired lovely teen queen, and totally reverse what these filthy jet vapor poisons did 2 her. When this happens, this entire mess is all gonna come out once and 4 all, there will simply B as my Diana would say it so well in human form, “NO STOPPING IT”. The only way that I will not do this, would B if these filthy enemies get the shit off my back once and 4 all, and let me live my mother fucking life. Otherwise, get ready 4 the water walk of the 21st fucking century, oh lovely world.
When blog chapter 0015 is uploaded, gargantuan secrets will B told that involve many unbloggables. They R simply leaving freaking me no choice, if I may quote Barnabas Collins B4 he bites that gorgeous blond on the neck and gives her one hell of a Hockey-Mom. Thank U Pat 4 not sending me 2 jail.
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SAFE JOURNAL, BLOG CHAPTER #0014-B
Subtitled: BEING FUCKED WITH BIG ULTRA TIME, YO:
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No readers, and me later on should I forget as I tend 2 do, many things, oh the gods, there really is no blog chapter 0014-A, and this is still blog chapter 0014-B, and here is the reason. The computer here at the library was super mother fucking hacked, and starting Sunday morning, I have been under a MAJOR FUCKING NASTY DEATH SIEGE FROM THE MOTHER FUCKING TOTALLY SICK AND DISEASED MILLIONTH COUNCIL, ALSO MORE HUMANLY THOUGHT OF AND REFERRED 2 AS THE MILITARY-UFO-FORCE OR THE MILITUFORCE 4 AN ABRIDGED WAY OF PUTTING IT, AS WELL AS THE UNITAWF-WOMO AND ALL THE SCUM OF MY NIGHTMARE LIFE, WHAT ELSE IS FREAKING NEW PEEPS? I have a lot of shit 2 fucking say and tell, and U can bet your bottom chips and dollars YO, it is gonna get big fucking hyper time told, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I began this blog and the computer totally fucked up and no one could effect repairs, it is closed and waiting 4 the technician 2 service the STACEY LATTISAW HACKED FUCKING JACK OFF THING, turned tapes and moved makes and all.
Things R very fucking bad, and I am under major death siege, and will really get back at this enemy by opening up major ass shit with the public world today, and B fucking damned who wants 2 ignore me or disbelieve my claims of truth, under full fucking penalty sworn now voluntarily by me, of total perjury charges.
Let me begin with the smaller shit that just about if nor totally always goes completely along with the shit around me when it gets real mother fucking bad as it indeed has starting on Sunday, and when the fuck was Sunday, but the fif-fucking-teenth day of August, when I sent “REAL GOOD GIRL” down 2 Washington, DC, 4 official copyright registration. Life has turned into a mother fucking total nightmare 4 me ever since shy of noon on Sunday the 15th of diseased August, precisely 24 years after my life initially altered forever from doing this very act of copyrighting my own legal song, something I had every mother fucking right in the world 2 do, I HAVE MY MOTHER FUCKING RIGHTS, AND NO BASTARD DISEASED SICK GROUP OF GROUND UP DOG SHIT IS GONNA TAKE THESE FUCKING RIGHTS AWAY FROM ME, YO!!!! I am getting sick and tired of being mother fucking viciously and vitriolically violated, assaulted, and covertly destroyed and made beyond fucking miserable by this diseased of shit swallowing mother fucking toilet water drinkers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First, B4I get into shit, the other stuff of course that goes along with my nightmare is right on cue and target, as ALWAYS!!!!!!!!!!! This includes major continuous clock-ones Jane Bitchfuckingwitch NOT AT ALL ‘FOND-A’ attacks, klutz out shit at work and at home, major severe constant fucking DEATH-ANGEL buzzing, and that bitch is way beyond my cat call abilities, which have just about fully returned by the way, despite a major new chemtrail hit over the past 2 fucking days BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Diana heeled me totally up; and yes peeps, it is so very nice having the LIGHTNING GODDESS OF THE PLANET EARTH IN LOVE WITH U, IT CAN COME IN QUITE FUCKING HANDY, YO!!!!!!!! She can do amazing things, impersonating queens and kings, and I never meant that second lyrical part after that back in the mother fucking 83 year, I was still trying 2 understand what was occurring around me, and was quite scared initially, and naturally so.
When I went out on Saturday, I purchased something related 2 what else, MUSIC, and all hell broke loose, it was indeed Saturday and not the 15th yet, still August 14, sorry, I remember now after typing this so far. Huge military choppers followed me and stalked me and intimidated me. They know every single thing I ever plan on doing, and unless they R indeed able 2 transcend TIME or the 4th dimension, they could not pull this off, so I no longer believe this all is somehow an elaborate and fantastic parlor trick, it is indeed just what it always has appeared 2 B, and that is none other than good old real time-travel, SHORT AND SWEET AND SIMPLE. The 6th dimension planned my entire life and all this silly GAME, from the go bat when I popped the fuck out of my fucking mom in the Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania Hospital that snowy ass Saturday late morning on 12/04/1954. The entire mess including my not remembering things, all of it, all was just 2 ruin my life, and make me totally mother fucking miserable at the speed of mother fucking light cubed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know this now. There is no rational way of explaining just how this fantastic shit could have ever really gone down in any other way, it is just not possible 2 rationally explain all this horse shit with any other method or rationalization, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The 6th dimension is making the normal female shit with me not work the way it does during sky sieges, and this is also a rare event, but indeed an event that does occur from time 2 freaking time. When it does, they totally know that they have me right by the mother fucking balls. Aerial siege has been bad up through this early morning at 2 AM, Tuesday the freaking 17th day of freaking ass August, the month of gold, and not gold-fate, MISTER Ernie Merker, YO, continuous endless looping infinity hells of sixty-trillion years and all notwithstanding!!!!!! The major shit I could say if I had brought my PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBERS BOOK with me 2 work today, as I came straight from work over here 2 this Fort Pierce, Florida public library 2 do my freaking blog and retaliation, or my (IRRCA), my IRKA can B spelled this way and is pronounced just the way that it appears in the lettering, and is an abbreviation from the words, IMMEDIATE RONALD REAGAN COUNTER ATTACK, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The power was knocked off at my residence yesterday 4 a short time while I was at work, giant pussies R all over the place, ones attacks and death angels R on me like flies on 4 day old cat fucking shit, and I could go on and on and fucking on peeps, YO!!! The radio-game is intermittent at my work place; and the man doing this or maybe I should say who is a small cog in the system behind it, does not fool me 4 a second. He loves 2 say the same thing that MC’s 3rd CUZ Leticia Tilley of Egg Harbor, New Jersey, made me say every time we were together back in New freaking Jersey, “HEY GIRL” not that I minded this, but it tells me beyond a doubt what I am imagining around that place and what I am freaking not imagining, YO.
When siege hits me, I am sorry, but I am gonna get fucking angry and curse, live with it or change the damn ‘blannel’. If any one of U out there had 2 suffer through a quarter of a MOTHER FUCKING CENTURY OF THIS HORRENDOUS HORSE SHIT, U would all have killed either yourself or somebody else a very long ass time ago, so DON’T MOTHER FUCKING JUIDGE ME PWEEEEEZE, THANK U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The 6th dimension does not want me anywhere near MUSIC. Yet MI is demanding that I do this damn apology song. I am literally stuck in-between a rock and a hard place. What I think happened was that several items all converged together here causing me this monstrous horrific death siege by enemies. First, the anniversary date of the song that I copyrighted was right around the corner when it began, then I drove over 2 a place that sells musical shit and THEY hate that with a fucking passion, 4 reasons only the mother fucking gods can really and truly understand as it sure goes the hell over my damn ass head, BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then the 3rd clinching item is that another source working 4 me began checking out the child molester, Tom Reale, on his computer, all these things all were going on and down right around the very same time that all of the persecution also was happening 2 me last fucking weekend. Also, they do not like certain things in the GAWNUM, as with days that match out in high compatibility with my personal PCN-871 along with the PCN of the date, while simultaneously either no pussy command matches out 4 me on that date, or low percentages. 4 an example a 100% match out with date-compatibility and a 0% non match out non-compat exists on that same date 4 pussy command, or my ability 2 make girls 4 whatever reason, interested in me, this always invites ENEMY-DISASTER!!!!!!!!!!! It is like holding up a wimpy shield and shooting a water gun at the army. Every single time that I show these dirt bag filthy fighters, a couple of flabby arms, then they will always follow a predictable pattern by ripping them off of my body mercilessly, and then precede 2 repeatedly club me over the head with them until I am senseless and bloody!!!!!!
Let me tell U all a little bit now of things that I need not B Einstein 2 totally know that this will piss these fart cakes off 2 no end, YO!!!!!!!! First, I told U all about the card trick, it works a bit like the ancient Chinese wisdom of the I-Ching, only they use 64 hexagrams, and the GAWNUM uses 81 PCN’s. I think about anything at all, and as I think and ponder about it, I draw from a playing deck of 36 cards, 4 suits from ace through nine. After the first draw, I write down the number of the card I pick at total random, and then repeat the process again, thinking some more about the item in question, and then I shuffle the cards again and redraw a 2nd card, and again, I write this number down. These 2 numbers R the root numbers of the PCN system that actually create ‘all of everything’ from a much higher reality dimension, the mind realm or the (D-6). I know this is hard 2 grasp, but just do it, and make sure U have a book filled with things that pertain 2 your personal life, several thousand of them, along with the PCN of each one of them. Then when U think something and ponder it and draw your 2 cards and get your PCN, go 2 the section in your book with that PCN, and get a mind blow that will cause U a stroke and a heart attack simultaneously YO. The cards have no magic, U have no magic, and I certainly have no magic. It is all happening within the 6th fucking dimension and is IT that is doing this with U, when U perform this little, “CARD-TRICK”!!!!!!!!!! Save the airfare, screw Vegas, and ‘let all of that stay there’, fuck it Henry Fonda, and make me the 13th fucking angry man today ol’ buddy, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! I am sharing shit with U peeps out here that will blow U straight into a pile of pig shit, U do this and U will look me up and want 2 know all about the great black cat Gawky. Then, I can tell U that all that I know about him is that in 1977, he and his human ancestor had me all cut up in a million pieces in a large university, it was the most frightening nightmare that anyone ever could have interacted in. Then 3 years later in the middle latter part of the 80 year, I saw him again, with his wife, on a bus, and the rest is all on the blogs. Did any of U ever play memory games with yourself in order 2 remember something better such as the name of a new girlfriend after U slipped up and called Heather-Ann, Suzie, and got knocked right on your ass at light speed squared? Suzie, your ex girlfriend was tiny, only 5 feet tall like me, and Suzie contains 5 letters in its name, so U use this 2 remember this and avoid another slam from your new love squeeze, 6 foot 4 inch power house dream angel Heather-Ann, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well peeps, did U ever begin 2 wonder at all Y indeed this memory system of associating 2 things, works so well? I will tell U the reason it does right now, and U can now know, if U want 2 that is, BRO. It is no different than 2 PRIVATE-COSMICODED-NUMBERS being matched up 4 compatibility query. Only the difference here is that these digits come from a totally higher realm than anything here in your waking human life and existence. Still, this is how we choose on a conscious level 2 remember our so called waking life, and peeps, it is all true, and UR all so freaking ass clueless it is totally pathetic. In the springtime era of the OH-MAROLA-EIGHT year, around 27 months back give or take a month, I remember having a wild interaction with MI where she was spinning around like a top in ways that even the great Michael Jackson and his thrilling 83 moves of dance would B totally envious of, don’t die on me now 4 real, MJ. Spinning like a top, huh? Oh yeah, right, and who is so famous ion television in the world of comedy 4 doing just that, but one of the great 3 stooge men, CURLY. I called MI that, back in the car on that unforgettable night, unforgettable huh, wow; so explain all of this somebody, should U choose 2 doubt Gawky Gaukauk, the great Panther Cat and his numerology so much, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am not totally sure Y the 6th dimension hates me having the slightest thing 2 do with anything musically connected or related, but indeed I do have certain ideas and clues, I’d B a total ass retard not 2, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So I am gonna do the most powerful thing that has been done ion this planet in 2000 years. I am gonna do a miracle that peeps will not B able 2 explain away no matter how they may wish 2 try. I am going 2 take away the effects that the chemtrail action over nearly 20 years, had on this mighty curly top spinner. After I upload the U-Tube project, “MI APOLOGY SONG” as it will B entitled, by none other than me or “KING NEBNOOSHOO”, I will create an image-object of my curly haired lovely teen queen, and totally reverse what these filthy jet vapor poisons did 2 her. When this happens, this entire mess is all gonna come out once and 4 all, there will simply B as my Diana would say it so well in human form, “NO STOPPING IT”. The only way that I will not do this, would B if these filthy enemies get the shit off my back once and 4 all, and let me live my mother fucking life. Otherwise, get ready 4 the water walk of the 21st fucking century, oh lovely world.
When blog chapter 0015 is uploaded, gargantuan secrets will B told that involve many unbloggables. They R simply leaving freaking me no choice, if I may quote Barnabas Collins B4 he bites that gorgeous blond on the neck and gives her one hell of a Hockey-Mom. Thank U Pat 4 not sending me 2 jail.
End Transmission:
Saturday, August 14, 2010
safe journal, chapter 0013
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
WORLD LABS SBT DATFILE: C13-081210.579
SAFE JOURNAL, BLOG CHAPTER #0013
SUBTITLE OF THIS WORK: ‘APOLOGY SONG PROJECT’
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
This blog will as always, B a lot in the 6th and the 7th dimension, & Y not, since this is where these lower and truly accepted and more normally perceived three dimensions of length and width and breadth all come from, and also R tuned into by the awake-mindedness of humanity, and thus is the source of where ‘all of this around us supposedly’ is coming and stemming from. Readers R a million percent freaking clueless 2 both this truth, as well as what is going on now all around this world, and really more importantly, just Y. I cannot safely blog even a third of it, as well as what I know and what I truly wish 2 express and tell; even though this now as the title makes claim 2, is no more than my own very personal life journal, kept safe from the clutches of evil men and women who may in fact B maneuvering powerful chess pieces of cosmos and life, in the total attempts 2 totally destroy this journal and its words, forever. I carefully made mention of a powerful descendant family called by me “THAT-FAMILY”, who all genetically on a paternal side come from the great world explorer by the name of Vasco Da Gama, and was even a lot more careful, WAYV-PAULA, not 2 accuse anyone absolutely, especially the one that perhaps the most 2 gain through the destruction of the second BOB, or “BOOK OF BEACH”, as it was named by me in 1969 B4 Russell Thaxton “burned it all up” in my apartment in Oaklyn, New Jersey around half past one in the freaking morning one night while my mom was out on a date with the great name changer, Sidney Cohen, who I came 2 know as Crown, YO!!!!!!!!!! The word program is acting a bit strangely, as it did last time here while blogging chapter 0012 of my SAFE JOURNAL. I will keep U all informed of further machine action, but then, really, I will inform any interested parties of what the D-6 is doing, “THROUGH THIS COMPUTER”, how do U all think MagnesoniC really did all that it did all those years, 4 the sake of the freaking heavenly Astral World gods, YO???????????????? Yes, MI SUPER MACHINE, anyway, my brown haired love, U were very nice 2 me in your great city last night, or when I was “dreaming” it was last night, U give it all away, not that, U know what I mean, when U admit the words in your wonderful and sad song, but yes, one that helped U keep writing those monster tunes that all of your fans and me included, MC, loves U so much 4 doing, U know what I mean, BEG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! White City radio stations R playing the living heck out of U, but then, Y would that surprise the great All Mighty SSJK, in human form? I am merely privileged 2 know your phase-3 stuff, as well as millions of your countless and beyond super terrific others from Sahasra Dal Kanwal, your wonderful and awesome great city, chains and all, where so many other songs U have sung have been heard, and many remembered by me, right here in the here and the now. I want so badly, 2 say so much 2U, but the main thing is that no I do not blame U4 any activities of ANY of your wild family, and in fact feel your pain 4 some of the more close in problems, and only U know Y. This is the main reason that I told my mom that I refused 2 ever go back on the Island and visit my snooty so-called uncle, Heinz Gottwald, on Peninsula Drive, after the 72 year. I wish U only the best, and hope UR not still 2 angry at me, as U were in another part of the hyperspace when U screamed over the telephone at cuzz Dawn-Marie how angry again U were at good ol’ me. He was not a first uncle of mine, MC, just so U know this, my mother had a first cousin, several of them actually, and one of them was a very nice and proper lady by the name of Ruth Huntington, who married this rotten soul, HG. They met at what they now call the STACKS, in Manhattan, U know the place. She was the head librarian there when they were married, and later moved into Amityville. Then came the good old maternal side of your family, Robert McGuire and his many in-law cousinly connections, he and Dawn-Marie R terrible fire bugs, and U know this first hand. Still, it is not now or ever my place 2 get into the middle of your family situations, I am merely one of your many millions of fans who wish U only the very best, and U know that deep down, I know U do, MI. Tomorrow as U know is the 24th anniversary of the time that I sent that horrible song down 2 Washington, District of Columbia, 2 the United States Copyright Office, I will live 2 regret and cry over that major life error, until the day I leave here as Mountainpen, U know that as well, BEG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U know that some of the things today, I simply must tell, there just is no choice, what journal is ever really safe, or private from the ears of that realm beyond HS??????????
I will begin the story of today’s blog by saying, that all things R now in play 4 doing the song of apology. It is not saying I am sorry 4 August second at just past ten at night in Manhattan, how can IB sorry 4 being with my teen queen? I am sorry 4 writing that horrible song, “Real Good Girl”, very sorry, more sorry than any song can ever express, but nonetheless, it will soon B on the U-Tube, old King Nebnooshoo has spoken. Hay, at least the song was not titled, REALE GOOD MOLESTATION. Still, forces know that I am no way through with certain evil people who have viciously injured both my person and my life, permanently and forever. There has been some information blogged just this year in 2K10 about the 500 million dollar college cover up deal, and now let us talk about another more paltry amount, only 6,000,000.00. I do not know which is sadder 4 me, the way FF Majors was basically ignored, who really did die, when the media chose 2 go hog wild over Mikey-J, who by the way, did an Elvis peeps, and faked his death, and U can believe this or not, but I have peeps and sources that R way beyond anything I would dare ever think 2 shoot up into a public blogger’s website, YO. I know what I know, this is real. I am so pleased 2 have known and had the honor and total privilege of working with your cousin, L, and am sorrier than all hell 4 what was done when they learned that he was my source. This entire Treasure Coast is under the human world control and under the total power, of a very benign and innocent system that is disguised as a great and humane organization. When a situation or a location causes way more pain than it does help, that is the only information I need 4 telling me whether something is truly and cosmically, a positive or a negative 4 both myself as well as others around me within the experience of the interactive ness. The power of the D-6 is frightening and awesome, and a true ass freaking nightmare 2 put things just about as under exaggerated as would B humanly possible, BRO!!!!! They still R always what is ruling totally and absolutely supreme here, with all of this and so very much more. This great man had a special vehicle, and did not need a driver’s license 2 run it. I can never tell 2 much about all of this; it is beyond unbloggable times a billion vigintillion googolplex. The entire 25th Street deal was a gigantic set up, I met April Worthless Lee through it, and she was the biggest joke of all. All that happened starting with Dawn the night B4I left New Jersey, the entire trip down here on the nationally famous drug corridor of I-95, and the entire time down here in Fort Pierce, Florida, beginning in the White City section of this large and poverty stricken municipality, oh the gods, how hindsight is 20/20, or maybe as Sarah Jacobson’s eyesight was only measurable up 2 on human eye charts, it’s 20/10. Still, she told me she had better than 20-20-vision, could this B a Misses Marola predictive statement, pertaining 2 times and calendars, YO, hay I’m just asking, what is your opinion, peeps, YO???????????? Remember, Misses Marola was one of my many elusive and mysterious special education teachers at the Haddonfield, New Jersey School, then known as the Bancroft School, and today only know as the Bancroft Neuro Health System. She believed in the ‘power of numbers’ and would most likely get along very well with the Hollywell sisters of witchcraft. Still, she always seemed 2 know how the calendrical years past 2000 would B pronounced, and SHE WAS INDEED QUITE CORRECT, while all of us were all wrong!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yeah, RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some things R way 2 far out there 2B any chance happenstance situations or coincidences of any kind, no matter who or how many of us many wish 2 freaking believe otherwise and 2 the freaking contrary, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Many of the girls at work have been acting strangely, even 4 women. One day, they chase me around, the next day, they R hostile and down right nasty. The entire thing is right out of a James freaking Patterson novel, one of his top and best ones, 2. Forgive me if I don’t do a lot of beach crying any more Jimmy, the shades don’t stop the nasty lifeguards with their powerful binoculars. In fact, I do not have a lot of pain left 2 give, I gave it all at the office, along with my pal James Earl Dreamingfields Jones, wow, and does Egg Harbor, New Jersey come into anyone’s freaking mind, lucky seven Lenny???????????????????
My kitchen clock that was newly bought, stopped working after 10 days back a week or so ago. I thought the battery was bad, and changed it, 4 times, but all the batteries were good and worked totally fine in the video remote control units, so I came 2 discover that it was the clock that was ‘HIT and broken’, more (property damage), that I know shot the DJIA way up, it always freaking does. U have quite a clan there, brown eyed TQ, U know this better than I do, I only remembered things after U jogged all this back in my memory with your great Einstein music project in early 2008. Now I went today 2 put my freaking watch on, and the band that U need 2 fasten, was mysteriously outside itself, as far as the clip, the K-Mart store was totally flabbergasted, and could not even start 2 fathom just how this could have occurred at my house last night. It did though, I live totally alone and by myself, and no human entity could have gotten in and done this 2 the watchband, and even if they could, just Y would anybody want 2 pull off such a stupid mother pucking trick of nastiness and moronic ness? Try as they all did, no one could get the little tip piece onto the correct side of the position where it should B at. I never saw anything like this trick that this diseased trash pulled this morning, not EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, K-Mart gave me a new watch that I like even better, it has an expandable silver band with no muss no fuss, it was cheaper, and I came out ahead all the way around, ‘HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHO’, Copyright Office of 1981?????????????? So waste all your damn time, butt wipes, C if I give a shit, 2 quote the great and mighty 231, Donald J. Trump, YO!!!!!!!!! Keep your filthy hands off of cousin Letty, I’m watching U, and so is MC!!!!!!!!!!!! I know what U want 2 say 2 me Don, “U should B talking, ya’ kettle caller”, oh well, I am not a perfect person Don, ask my old pal from the seventies, Bruce Allan Pennock. He will B totally on the square with U on this one, BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah, last week when I would not screw one of the volunteers with my eyes, while waiting 2 punch out at the computer clock, at 25th Street where I work unfortunately, she paid me back with major hostility ever since. Then another girl who was very nice 2 me that works with a real giant 6 and a half foot 400 pound thyroid case lady, 4 no reason at all whatsoever, turned on me on a freaking dime, and treats me like total used smelly toilet paper. I could go on and on. One day a giant girl follows me all over the place and pops up and runs into me, and on and on, the next day she treats me as though I have the Bubonic freaking plague.
Another thing used by the powerful 6th dimensional lower world equivalent, the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, or the Astral World Authority (AWA), as it is actually termed in the PHASE-2-REALITY, is the insect attacks or the MINIDROID PERSECUTION. When I was in the ocean the last time and told all of U how I took a heavy freaking aerial assault by the MILI-2-FORCE scumbags, they also sent me an entire fleet of minidroids or attacking insects. No one believes this truth, any more than they believed this was done 2 me at the outdoor swimming pool of the Haddonwood Swim and Health Club in West Deptford, New Jersey in 1996 when an aerial assault would come. One of the lifeguards who I called then, the ‘HOLY SPIRIT LIFEGUARD’, after he had told me that the HOLY SPIRIT told him my name, actually saw me get so angry at these large black flies assaulting me and only me after the airplane pass, that I jumped, not climbed, JUMPED out of the pool, it was the talk of the club 4 a few weeks until the sudden mysterious shut down of the place right shy of the 10th anniversary of my great Elton John Saturday night. I was being really attacked super heavy in 1996, and the summer months were so mother pucking horrendous, that no words except 4 a string of nasty cursing ones, would adequately fit here or start 2 describe how angry I feel when I merely start remembering just how badly these dirt holes poured it on me then. The prosecutor of course was totally worthless, they all R, the world of Jack McCoy DA’s is television land; we all know that, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U know, it was not all that hard 2 figure out Y Tony would not repay me the money he and his club owed me. But the real secret is the fact that after poor Joe handed me the 100 photos of Benjamin Franklin in the break room the other day, instantly, a call came over the public address system 4 him 2 come 2 the office, where he was told that they could no longer afford 2 pay his salary, and he was immediately pink slipped and given his walking papers. Still, he did not walk out; he rode out, right from the break room, on a special vehicle, a very special vehicle. Wolf, wolf, wolf!!!!!!!!!! This is how I can now get the song done, my lovely SKY, lucky me. Yes, the sky is not as lovely as SKY, and did its damage, I know this, and until my voice comes back, I will not B able 2 sing this song, the trails really stopped my cat communications, so wow, I guess Danny Duncan’s kids won’t B impressed back at the RV. Now I know YI needed 2 hurry up, but do not word, my voice will come back, I have Maggie on my side, and I can do the same 4U2 if U ever want me 2.
The 6th dimension does not want certain things, we all know this, and any Morianity followers know what they do not want 4 me. Humanly I can name this all the Huntington-Curse until doomsday, but it is all coming out of the freaking 6th dimension. I think this was a very clever idea of yours, MC. It’s just 2 bad that poor Joe is now out of work in this all ready rotten depressed economy, he was telling me he may even leave Florida someday all though he was a lifetime resident here, now perhaps he will skedaddle ‘ouddahereeeee’, huh ‘Mister Callas’?????? Yeah, take the PCN of ‘Phillies World Series Champions parade’, and the PCN of ‘October thirty-one, two-thousand-eight’ and it is a major heavy compatibility match up, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! GG, UR a true genius 4 figuring out exactly how our great 6th dimension operates and functions, YO. Please keep HER happy and do not take HER out of HER great city (SDK), and into Krassleville. SHE hates going there. Wow, any more light bulbs flashing in any other minds out there? Bruce was a very cool 70’s kid, not a kit, maybe someday he could B a kit, but that technology is a far way off, BRO. So sahwee 4 the friggin’ typo on the prior blog text, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do U want 2 take things from here Bruce, me ol’ pal??????????????
Several days did not go by, but ago, Mister Indian threatener, since my powerful interaction with MI, and the family, and the very next night, another powerhouse interaction struck with my own freaking cousins, Sandy and Donald. I will not bore the blog audience or the safe journal with lots of details, only that I was still a boy, and they were all grown but younger. Donald was speaking half English and half some other lingo that I just could not make hide nor hair of. Eventually, I learned that he was telling me 2 take a walk over 2 the Cheltenham High School, which in this part of the hyperspace where I am awake and blogging this right now, would not B anywhere near in walking distance 2 their home at 1208 Greentree Lane, in Narberth, PAUSAESMWG. When I awoke, I decided B4 going off 2 work Friday, 2 work out the PCN 4 the words, Cheltenham High School. It is somewhere there in the area in the state of Pennsylvania, but do not ask me where, as there was no reason 4 them 2 tell me 2 go there, in this part of the hyperspace. I compared a few things that have the same PCN, as naturally I have an entire book filled with many things that have pertaining connections with me and my life, and their Private-Cosmicallycoded-Numbers or PCN’s. It blew my mother pucking mind 2 say the freaking least peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am sorry 4 any problem my life has caused U lovely MI, and I am also sorry Joe that U lost your job over this mess and rotten bull crap. Hang in there Joe, the hell with Jersey radio stations and Hammonton, that can all go ahead and burn up in the big forest fire, along with the rest of this DOGTOWN NIGHTMARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BYE-BYE-chall!!!!!!!!!! CHILL!!!!!!!!!!!! I cannot, as ‘this is Florida’, Howard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I quote the greatest sound recording engineer in the entire Recording Industry Association of America, IMHO, of course!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, that bottle of M&M candy made of glass sure broike all over your driveway and maybe I am just a freaking shmuck, but at least the light-switch never broke all over U, and that is a story that Diana can tell U someday, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I WILL NOW TERMINATE THIS TRANSMISSION, YO, whaaaaaa!!!!!!
WORLD LABS SBT DATFILE: C13-081210.579
SAFE JOURNAL, BLOG CHAPTER #0013
SUBTITLE OF THIS WORK: ‘APOLOGY SONG PROJECT’
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
This blog will as always, B a lot in the 6th and the 7th dimension, & Y not, since this is where these lower and truly accepted and more normally perceived three dimensions of length and width and breadth all come from, and also R tuned into by the awake-mindedness of humanity, and thus is the source of where ‘all of this around us supposedly’ is coming and stemming from. Readers R a million percent freaking clueless 2 both this truth, as well as what is going on now all around this world, and really more importantly, just Y. I cannot safely blog even a third of it, as well as what I know and what I truly wish 2 express and tell; even though this now as the title makes claim 2, is no more than my own very personal life journal, kept safe from the clutches of evil men and women who may in fact B maneuvering powerful chess pieces of cosmos and life, in the total attempts 2 totally destroy this journal and its words, forever. I carefully made mention of a powerful descendant family called by me “THAT-FAMILY”, who all genetically on a paternal side come from the great world explorer by the name of Vasco Da Gama, and was even a lot more careful, WAYV-PAULA, not 2 accuse anyone absolutely, especially the one that perhaps the most 2 gain through the destruction of the second BOB, or “BOOK OF BEACH”, as it was named by me in 1969 B4 Russell Thaxton “burned it all up” in my apartment in Oaklyn, New Jersey around half past one in the freaking morning one night while my mom was out on a date with the great name changer, Sidney Cohen, who I came 2 know as Crown, YO!!!!!!!!!! The word program is acting a bit strangely, as it did last time here while blogging chapter 0012 of my SAFE JOURNAL. I will keep U all informed of further machine action, but then, really, I will inform any interested parties of what the D-6 is doing, “THROUGH THIS COMPUTER”, how do U all think MagnesoniC really did all that it did all those years, 4 the sake of the freaking heavenly Astral World gods, YO???????????????? Yes, MI SUPER MACHINE, anyway, my brown haired love, U were very nice 2 me in your great city last night, or when I was “dreaming” it was last night, U give it all away, not that, U know what I mean, when U admit the words in your wonderful and sad song, but yes, one that helped U keep writing those monster tunes that all of your fans and me included, MC, loves U so much 4 doing, U know what I mean, BEG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! White City radio stations R playing the living heck out of U, but then, Y would that surprise the great All Mighty SSJK, in human form? I am merely privileged 2 know your phase-3 stuff, as well as millions of your countless and beyond super terrific others from Sahasra Dal Kanwal, your wonderful and awesome great city, chains and all, where so many other songs U have sung have been heard, and many remembered by me, right here in the here and the now. I want so badly, 2 say so much 2U, but the main thing is that no I do not blame U4 any activities of ANY of your wild family, and in fact feel your pain 4 some of the more close in problems, and only U know Y. This is the main reason that I told my mom that I refused 2 ever go back on the Island and visit my snooty so-called uncle, Heinz Gottwald, on Peninsula Drive, after the 72 year. I wish U only the best, and hope UR not still 2 angry at me, as U were in another part of the hyperspace when U screamed over the telephone at cuzz Dawn-Marie how angry again U were at good ol’ me. He was not a first uncle of mine, MC, just so U know this, my mother had a first cousin, several of them actually, and one of them was a very nice and proper lady by the name of Ruth Huntington, who married this rotten soul, HG. They met at what they now call the STACKS, in Manhattan, U know the place. She was the head librarian there when they were married, and later moved into Amityville. Then came the good old maternal side of your family, Robert McGuire and his many in-law cousinly connections, he and Dawn-Marie R terrible fire bugs, and U know this first hand. Still, it is not now or ever my place 2 get into the middle of your family situations, I am merely one of your many millions of fans who wish U only the very best, and U know that deep down, I know U do, MI. Tomorrow as U know is the 24th anniversary of the time that I sent that horrible song down 2 Washington, District of Columbia, 2 the United States Copyright Office, I will live 2 regret and cry over that major life error, until the day I leave here as Mountainpen, U know that as well, BEG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U know that some of the things today, I simply must tell, there just is no choice, what journal is ever really safe, or private from the ears of that realm beyond HS??????????
I will begin the story of today’s blog by saying, that all things R now in play 4 doing the song of apology. It is not saying I am sorry 4 August second at just past ten at night in Manhattan, how can IB sorry 4 being with my teen queen? I am sorry 4 writing that horrible song, “Real Good Girl”, very sorry, more sorry than any song can ever express, but nonetheless, it will soon B on the U-Tube, old King Nebnooshoo has spoken. Hay, at least the song was not titled, REALE GOOD MOLESTATION. Still, forces know that I am no way through with certain evil people who have viciously injured both my person and my life, permanently and forever. There has been some information blogged just this year in 2K10 about the 500 million dollar college cover up deal, and now let us talk about another more paltry amount, only 6,000,000.00. I do not know which is sadder 4 me, the way FF Majors was basically ignored, who really did die, when the media chose 2 go hog wild over Mikey-J, who by the way, did an Elvis peeps, and faked his death, and U can believe this or not, but I have peeps and sources that R way beyond anything I would dare ever think 2 shoot up into a public blogger’s website, YO. I know what I know, this is real. I am so pleased 2 have known and had the honor and total privilege of working with your cousin, L, and am sorrier than all hell 4 what was done when they learned that he was my source. This entire Treasure Coast is under the human world control and under the total power, of a very benign and innocent system that is disguised as a great and humane organization. When a situation or a location causes way more pain than it does help, that is the only information I need 4 telling me whether something is truly and cosmically, a positive or a negative 4 both myself as well as others around me within the experience of the interactive ness. The power of the D-6 is frightening and awesome, and a true ass freaking nightmare 2 put things just about as under exaggerated as would B humanly possible, BRO!!!!! They still R always what is ruling totally and absolutely supreme here, with all of this and so very much more. This great man had a special vehicle, and did not need a driver’s license 2 run it. I can never tell 2 much about all of this; it is beyond unbloggable times a billion vigintillion googolplex. The entire 25th Street deal was a gigantic set up, I met April Worthless Lee through it, and she was the biggest joke of all. All that happened starting with Dawn the night B4I left New Jersey, the entire trip down here on the nationally famous drug corridor of I-95, and the entire time down here in Fort Pierce, Florida, beginning in the White City section of this large and poverty stricken municipality, oh the gods, how hindsight is 20/20, or maybe as Sarah Jacobson’s eyesight was only measurable up 2 on human eye charts, it’s 20/10. Still, she told me she had better than 20-20-vision, could this B a Misses Marola predictive statement, pertaining 2 times and calendars, YO, hay I’m just asking, what is your opinion, peeps, YO???????????? Remember, Misses Marola was one of my many elusive and mysterious special education teachers at the Haddonfield, New Jersey School, then known as the Bancroft School, and today only know as the Bancroft Neuro Health System. She believed in the ‘power of numbers’ and would most likely get along very well with the Hollywell sisters of witchcraft. Still, she always seemed 2 know how the calendrical years past 2000 would B pronounced, and SHE WAS INDEED QUITE CORRECT, while all of us were all wrong!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yeah, RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some things R way 2 far out there 2B any chance happenstance situations or coincidences of any kind, no matter who or how many of us many wish 2 freaking believe otherwise and 2 the freaking contrary, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Many of the girls at work have been acting strangely, even 4 women. One day, they chase me around, the next day, they R hostile and down right nasty. The entire thing is right out of a James freaking Patterson novel, one of his top and best ones, 2. Forgive me if I don’t do a lot of beach crying any more Jimmy, the shades don’t stop the nasty lifeguards with their powerful binoculars. In fact, I do not have a lot of pain left 2 give, I gave it all at the office, along with my pal James Earl Dreamingfields Jones, wow, and does Egg Harbor, New Jersey come into anyone’s freaking mind, lucky seven Lenny???????????????????
My kitchen clock that was newly bought, stopped working after 10 days back a week or so ago. I thought the battery was bad, and changed it, 4 times, but all the batteries were good and worked totally fine in the video remote control units, so I came 2 discover that it was the clock that was ‘HIT and broken’, more (property damage), that I know shot the DJIA way up, it always freaking does. U have quite a clan there, brown eyed TQ, U know this better than I do, I only remembered things after U jogged all this back in my memory with your great Einstein music project in early 2008. Now I went today 2 put my freaking watch on, and the band that U need 2 fasten, was mysteriously outside itself, as far as the clip, the K-Mart store was totally flabbergasted, and could not even start 2 fathom just how this could have occurred at my house last night. It did though, I live totally alone and by myself, and no human entity could have gotten in and done this 2 the watchband, and even if they could, just Y would anybody want 2 pull off such a stupid mother pucking trick of nastiness and moronic ness? Try as they all did, no one could get the little tip piece onto the correct side of the position where it should B at. I never saw anything like this trick that this diseased trash pulled this morning, not EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, K-Mart gave me a new watch that I like even better, it has an expandable silver band with no muss no fuss, it was cheaper, and I came out ahead all the way around, ‘HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHO’, Copyright Office of 1981?????????????? So waste all your damn time, butt wipes, C if I give a shit, 2 quote the great and mighty 231, Donald J. Trump, YO!!!!!!!!! Keep your filthy hands off of cousin Letty, I’m watching U, and so is MC!!!!!!!!!!!! I know what U want 2 say 2 me Don, “U should B talking, ya’ kettle caller”, oh well, I am not a perfect person Don, ask my old pal from the seventies, Bruce Allan Pennock. He will B totally on the square with U on this one, BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah, last week when I would not screw one of the volunteers with my eyes, while waiting 2 punch out at the computer clock, at 25th Street where I work unfortunately, she paid me back with major hostility ever since. Then another girl who was very nice 2 me that works with a real giant 6 and a half foot 400 pound thyroid case lady, 4 no reason at all whatsoever, turned on me on a freaking dime, and treats me like total used smelly toilet paper. I could go on and on. One day a giant girl follows me all over the place and pops up and runs into me, and on and on, the next day she treats me as though I have the Bubonic freaking plague.
Another thing used by the powerful 6th dimensional lower world equivalent, the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, or the Astral World Authority (AWA), as it is actually termed in the PHASE-2-REALITY, is the insect attacks or the MINIDROID PERSECUTION. When I was in the ocean the last time and told all of U how I took a heavy freaking aerial assault by the MILI-2-FORCE scumbags, they also sent me an entire fleet of minidroids or attacking insects. No one believes this truth, any more than they believed this was done 2 me at the outdoor swimming pool of the Haddonwood Swim and Health Club in West Deptford, New Jersey in 1996 when an aerial assault would come. One of the lifeguards who I called then, the ‘HOLY SPIRIT LIFEGUARD’, after he had told me that the HOLY SPIRIT told him my name, actually saw me get so angry at these large black flies assaulting me and only me after the airplane pass, that I jumped, not climbed, JUMPED out of the pool, it was the talk of the club 4 a few weeks until the sudden mysterious shut down of the place right shy of the 10th anniversary of my great Elton John Saturday night. I was being really attacked super heavy in 1996, and the summer months were so mother pucking horrendous, that no words except 4 a string of nasty cursing ones, would adequately fit here or start 2 describe how angry I feel when I merely start remembering just how badly these dirt holes poured it on me then. The prosecutor of course was totally worthless, they all R, the world of Jack McCoy DA’s is television land; we all know that, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U know, it was not all that hard 2 figure out Y Tony would not repay me the money he and his club owed me. But the real secret is the fact that after poor Joe handed me the 100 photos of Benjamin Franklin in the break room the other day, instantly, a call came over the public address system 4 him 2 come 2 the office, where he was told that they could no longer afford 2 pay his salary, and he was immediately pink slipped and given his walking papers. Still, he did not walk out; he rode out, right from the break room, on a special vehicle, a very special vehicle. Wolf, wolf, wolf!!!!!!!!!! This is how I can now get the song done, my lovely SKY, lucky me. Yes, the sky is not as lovely as SKY, and did its damage, I know this, and until my voice comes back, I will not B able 2 sing this song, the trails really stopped my cat communications, so wow, I guess Danny Duncan’s kids won’t B impressed back at the RV. Now I know YI needed 2 hurry up, but do not word, my voice will come back, I have Maggie on my side, and I can do the same 4U2 if U ever want me 2.
The 6th dimension does not want certain things, we all know this, and any Morianity followers know what they do not want 4 me. Humanly I can name this all the Huntington-Curse until doomsday, but it is all coming out of the freaking 6th dimension. I think this was a very clever idea of yours, MC. It’s just 2 bad that poor Joe is now out of work in this all ready rotten depressed economy, he was telling me he may even leave Florida someday all though he was a lifetime resident here, now perhaps he will skedaddle ‘ouddahereeeee’, huh ‘Mister Callas’?????? Yeah, take the PCN of ‘Phillies World Series Champions parade’, and the PCN of ‘October thirty-one, two-thousand-eight’ and it is a major heavy compatibility match up, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! GG, UR a true genius 4 figuring out exactly how our great 6th dimension operates and functions, YO. Please keep HER happy and do not take HER out of HER great city (SDK), and into Krassleville. SHE hates going there. Wow, any more light bulbs flashing in any other minds out there? Bruce was a very cool 70’s kid, not a kit, maybe someday he could B a kit, but that technology is a far way off, BRO. So sahwee 4 the friggin’ typo on the prior blog text, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do U want 2 take things from here Bruce, me ol’ pal??????????????
Several days did not go by, but ago, Mister Indian threatener, since my powerful interaction with MI, and the family, and the very next night, another powerhouse interaction struck with my own freaking cousins, Sandy and Donald. I will not bore the blog audience or the safe journal with lots of details, only that I was still a boy, and they were all grown but younger. Donald was speaking half English and half some other lingo that I just could not make hide nor hair of. Eventually, I learned that he was telling me 2 take a walk over 2 the Cheltenham High School, which in this part of the hyperspace where I am awake and blogging this right now, would not B anywhere near in walking distance 2 their home at 1208 Greentree Lane, in Narberth, PAUSAESMWG. When I awoke, I decided B4 going off 2 work Friday, 2 work out the PCN 4 the words, Cheltenham High School. It is somewhere there in the area in the state of Pennsylvania, but do not ask me where, as there was no reason 4 them 2 tell me 2 go there, in this part of the hyperspace. I compared a few things that have the same PCN, as naturally I have an entire book filled with many things that have pertaining connections with me and my life, and their Private-Cosmicallycoded-Numbers or PCN’s. It blew my mother pucking mind 2 say the freaking least peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am sorry 4 any problem my life has caused U lovely MI, and I am also sorry Joe that U lost your job over this mess and rotten bull crap. Hang in there Joe, the hell with Jersey radio stations and Hammonton, that can all go ahead and burn up in the big forest fire, along with the rest of this DOGTOWN NIGHTMARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BYE-BYE-chall!!!!!!!!!! CHILL!!!!!!!!!!!! I cannot, as ‘this is Florida’, Howard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I quote the greatest sound recording engineer in the entire Recording Industry Association of America, IMHO, of course!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, that bottle of M&M candy made of glass sure broike all over your driveway and maybe I am just a freaking shmuck, but at least the light-switch never broke all over U, and that is a story that Diana can tell U someday, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I WILL NOW TERMINATE THIS TRANSMISSION, YO, whaaaaaa!!!!!!
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0012
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
SAFE JOURNAL, BLOG CHAPTER 0012
WORLD LABS OF 2297
SEND BACK TEXT DATE AND TIME FILE:
C0012-081110.583
Subtitled work: I MADE MANY MISTAKES, THE LARGEST IN 1954
Beginning Transmission:
I am wishing every single second that I could find the magical way of escaping forever into endless death and oblivion, total and absolute eternal sleep, but 2 no avail. Alas, here I AM, so what’s new there, huh? Just now, the computer decided 2 play a game with me and I have wasted a long time just having a library computer expert assist me here and getting things right with this machine. First, the 6th dimension knew I was coming here, it sent me here, so it should know. That is the key point that needs 2B seen here by readers. The DS knows all, does all, makes it all go down, A-Z, 0-9, and that peeps, is the long and the short of everything, right there and that is that!!!!!!! With my totally new awareness level, all things R making much more sense, and each time I try and blame a person, or a machine, or an animal, or any living or non living being or entity or force, instantly, I revert back in all may thinking, a million years, and all the questions resurface all over again, when really, the truth and in its fullness, has been staring med right in the kisser all freaking along. Still, the 6th-D made Gene Roddenberry come 2 life on this Earth, be born, grow up 2B many things, one being a great famous sci-fi writer, and do the Star Trek show, and the opening pilot episode, THE MANAGERIE, the original movie leading 2 the 2 part show renamed, ‘THE CAGE’. Yes the cage I feared has become my zoo, and the rest of my apology song is just about ready 2 go up, but not 2 who and what I believed all this time wants it, but up 2 the 6th dimension. I have been a major fool 4 a very long time, 2B deceived by things when all along, I really did know better, or at least should have, on many basically conscious and aware waking levels of my human self here on this rotten Earth. Putting things into such a major new light, life still only gets more dismal 4 me. Nothing gets better, it cannot, and the true genius was never Albert, it was good old none other than Howard Solomon!!!! The more U know about anything, the more that we all cannot help seeing, flashes brilliantly in front of our bedazzled eyes, unless we R total brain dead meat heads like most of old Archie Bunker’s pals from Queens, New York, USAESMWG. The more we come 2 understand and learn, an attached outer horizon from there also expands, and not linearly but somewhere between geometrically and quantitatively. Once U know that numbers exist, U learn that they go on and on and on. When U understand a million, U usually know that much larger numbers must B out beyond this simply because a child can take a crayon and keep adding more than 6 zeros onto a digit from 1-9, YO. I am totally bugged out by the 6th dimension and all that it really appears 2 both encompass and control. None of this particular stuff being said by me right now is of utter major importance, so permit me please 2 end this topic right here 4 right now, ‘thank U’ Pat, and also thank U4 all the overtime hours back at Ernie’s hall, sometimes referred 2 also SIR PRINCE, as the RPL Sound Recording Studios of Camden, NJUSAESMWG. But then, what am I thanking U4 Pat, the 6th dimension is what I should thank, am I correct?
Giant powerful girls and women R all over this area of Florida, where I must suffer and live now on a daily freaking basis. The 6th dimension saw 2 this long B4I ever arrived down here, but they of course saw 2 it that arrive here I would, and all according 2 their perfect and totally precise scheduled operations and plans, also MIGHTY ‘PRINCE’, thought of as ‘games’, in some lower realms by those sometimes referred 2 as GODS. 4 a while, the flirtation lessened, but these crazy girls R more aggressive around here than anything have ever witnessed back home, relative 2 me of course, as 2 a Floridian, visiting New Jersey, back home would B in total reverse, YO!!!!!!! When gods play these games 2 avoid concentrating on non-oblivion and reserved-nirvana 4 the fortunate non-existors, this is not them deciding 2 do this all by themselves, but in fact, the 6th dimension all ready fixed things 2 work in this way. All of the biblical mysteries descramble into crystal clarity in an instant when viewing reality-event in truth, and 2 do this in truth, we need 2 think in 6 full dimensions, as doing anything less than this results in infinite error and imperfection. Just as they made me forget 2 add the word, “SHE” B4 the word “MET”, on a prior blogging work, resulting in a PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER THAT MATCHES OUT 50% WITH HER OWN PCN. Y do I keep apologizing 2 Bruce Pennock, when it is the 6th-D that is doing all of this, even causing this cool kit back early in the nineteen-seventies 2 become aware of it and speak so often of it, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay YO players, this is the truth, and I do not like any of this one bit more than any of U do, but deep down inside, I know that some of U out here know that I am the first mortal who either dares 2 learn this truth, or dares 2 both learn and speak of this truth, publicly. In fact, I do not like being the dude on the shitty end of the stick, not in the games of the gods independent of them playing them or not!!!!!!!!! So UC, even the great ‘parents’ that chased me off the beach when memories were starting 2 resurface 4 me in middle 1994, in that wild powerhouse interaction, with the 600 mile catapult machine, all of it is so much like the GAWNUM, or the D-6. It is all a huge cosmic 5th dimensional jig saw puzzle, and that is all that it ever is, or can B, was or will B, YO!!!!!!! Making more out of it or trying 2 accomplish this feat, is like trying 2 make a banquet feast worth of food handed U from a pantry homeless shelter kitchen.
I am a no good rotten piece of crap and I know it. There is a lot wrong with me, but blaming me is ignorance on your parts, the 6th dimension made me exactly what and who I AM, and it just does not get simpler than this, where is John freaking Henningsen when I need the butt wipe dude, YO?????? OK, so I did some real bad shit as a kid, a teenager, and a man in his early thirties as well. I admit it, 2 the blog, 2 the world. But the 6th dimension DID IT, NOT ME!!!!!!! I cannot beat this thing, I would love 2 with all my freaking ass heart, but there is no beating something so much bigger and more powerful than U, that even attempting 2 conceptualize the ratio difference between the 2, would break a human brain into atoms.
The man from Trinidad Island and not the sixties Hotel of Atlantic City, knows about the article in the Popular Mechanics Magazine, that talked about harnessing the incredible energies produced by the powerful spinning sub atomic particles deep within the atoms. Just today, we were talking about how several other large nations around this globe not only R aware of this technology, but have been using it. Peeps do not believe this, but we know what we know, and it is very scary 2 me, that peeps like NSA and others supposedly looking out 4 this nation and her interests, R allowing ourselves 2 fall so far behind and so quickly. They will tell U their side a wild story should they ever decide 2B honest about things, but they refuse 2C how time needs 2 unlock in both white and black matter space in degrees, causing us our ever present NOW existence. It was the 1st of August if memory is serving me, a hot summers day in Atlantic City, New Jersey, back in the oh-Marola-3 year, when all I had 2 say on my life journal tape recorder, even though the family got their civil and quiet revenge and wiped it all out, and everything else around me as well, that the girl with the little child with her told me something incredible, a total 100% poker bluff, and yet the market dropped hundreds of points the next day and 4 that week, if my memory serves me anywhere near correctly, and if I have the correct year of 2003. Y not call me up and pronounce this word 4 me Misses Marola, Y would U call up and just say, “Hi Mark”, into my voicemail last autumn over at the Kings toilet???????????????? Gee, I guess because this is what D-6 told U2 do, DUH!!!!!!!!!! I did not return 2 the beaches 4 more than 2 years, nearly 3 beach seasons, and this drove those ass holes down there in Sin City East, totally up the wall at 34.7 billion miles per second.
The worst mistake I ever made was being born one day late in the year of 1954, and this is a mistake that I can correct 4 by killing myself. But then, World Labs loves 2 pull off the endless laser trace and make this event totally futile. Still, the mighty family has spoken, and says I am a no good soulless mother lover 2 quote the nicer change that Donna Gaines put on the Hair song late in the nineteen-sixties, and who am I 2 argue with this family, or THAT FAMILY? This clan is all founded from the 2nd greatest world explorer in human history, Christopher Columbus, Vasco Da Gama, and Magellan. Oh well, Magellan may or not B gellin’, but he had his Magne Carta, and I had my Magnesonic, am I right?
I took a nap around 7 or 8 last night and at nearly 9, found myself in a powerful wild interaction with none other than this wonderful family. MC was shouting at Dawn over a telephone that “I am very angry at Mark again” and I could hear ‘her voice’ loud and clear even through the telephone at a distance. Ann was laughing, it was all just funny 2 her, maybe she never tires of watching me get grabbed and chocked by dudes who take me on time road trips 2 future Philadelphia parades in oh-M-8!!!!!!!! Maybe I should say ‘what is left of it’ after the chemtrails did their number. I detest this military, they ruined a fantastic thing, and they and the world should know it. Remember how the flu scare was the big thing not all that long ago, and how some areas were hit so bad while others were missed, these experiments R atrocities, and the only reason that I am OK is because Maggie can always undo what these garbage-peeps can throw at me, others do not have this great machine working 4 them, where has 27 years gone, and is it really over, United States Copyright Examiners???????????? Well, I only know that 4 me, I sure wish it could B, all over, that is.
Yes sir/mahm, my poker days and roulette days, R long over, but there is a bright side 2 all of this, YO, no lady can get onto a bull horn and make fun of me, huh Resorts Casino????????? The name of this blog could double here as “GOOD-BYE 2 THE 80’S”!!! The problem is that the nineties grew far worse, and then do not even get me going on this 21st century, pweeeeeze peeps, YO!!!! There indeed is a lady at the Rite Aid Pharmacy in Berlin, New Jersey, who could share that story first hand, with many more than just branches of the mighty Atlantic City Mayor Robert Levy’s wife’s clan, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don’t die on me Leonard McKinnon, YO PLAYER!!!!!!!!!! 9 of the clock last night, wow did I pop out of a major wild ride through hyperspace. Ann is telling me how she hated all of the dogs, MC was shouting at Dawn that she is angry with me again, and then Dawn did the unthinkable, when she picked up a table and threw it right at my face, totally breaking me into pieces. Then the boys from Kennedy up the coast in what they call the Space Coast sent 50 military planes over 2 the area where this all happened, just not all that far from right here, I believe it was up in Indian River County, where Mi and hubby and several family members all lived in one large home, and Ann and Dawn and I all lived in another one about half a mile away. After they landed and picked up my broken face, they began gluing me back together, and I did not like this, and began my first recent Dominant-Exploratron adventure, of becoming totally lucid and in control of this ‘other-me’ in the hyperspace that I had been ‘dreaming’ through resessantly until the table toss. I turned myself into a powerful future android both indestructible and quite awesome and omnipotent. I stood up and began shooting electrical rays out of my hands at everybody. Suddenly, MC began shouting through dawn’s phone that was still live from them talking a 2nd time, and she told me that “her anger is kindled beyond the 6th dimension”. Then I grabbed the phone from off of the table and began singing 2 her, my apology song that she wants me 2 post up 2 the U-Tube system, and she told me she still is angry but that this did calm her wrath down considerably. She then ordered me 2 stop dominating the interaction, and as soon as I do, I will awaken and it will B nine at night, and I obeyed my TQ, and sure enough, it happened, I awoke, and it was 9 of the clock, right on the freaking dot. When I got back 2 sleep around shy of midnight somewhere, I went straight 2 HER great city, SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, and SSJK took me 2 the Long room in HER palace on KANWAL AVENUE, and I will leave things at the hair-dangling level. She insisted that she did not exact revenge on me with distant members of the family and insisted that I get 2 the library and blog this. I never thought that I had ever accused HER of doing this anyway. Still, She said, BLOG THIS, so I blogged it, Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not a shellfish, and I obey my TQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Peeps, if the 6th dimension is this incredible, and has caused all of this, what then will happen when I begin telling U all what I know about this mightier 7th dimension? Try and imagine endless 7th dimensional realities that have closed curves, and escaping LAWTRONS, at the same time. This is the 8th dimension, this is the mighty YYYYYYYYYYY, the realm of Jimmy and the projects sent down late in the year 1984 from Cinnaminson, New Jersey, 2 the Copyright Office. There is nothing larger than the 8th dimension, how can anything B larger than question of Y?
Governor Shitzenegger, terminate me, IF U CAN, BUD!!!!!!!!
This is all registered protected copyrighted intellectual property of blogger, MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN, also named MARK WAYNE MOHR, from Hammonton, New Jersey, when my 5 year blogging career commenced, on the advice of one gentleman by the name of Christopher Bennett, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
End Transmission:
SAFE JOURNAL, BLOG CHAPTER 0012
WORLD LABS OF 2297
SEND BACK TEXT DATE AND TIME FILE:
C0012-081110.583
Subtitled work: I MADE MANY MISTAKES, THE LARGEST IN 1954
Beginning Transmission:
I am wishing every single second that I could find the magical way of escaping forever into endless death and oblivion, total and absolute eternal sleep, but 2 no avail. Alas, here I AM, so what’s new there, huh? Just now, the computer decided 2 play a game with me and I have wasted a long time just having a library computer expert assist me here and getting things right with this machine. First, the 6th dimension knew I was coming here, it sent me here, so it should know. That is the key point that needs 2B seen here by readers. The DS knows all, does all, makes it all go down, A-Z, 0-9, and that peeps, is the long and the short of everything, right there and that is that!!!!!!! With my totally new awareness level, all things R making much more sense, and each time I try and blame a person, or a machine, or an animal, or any living or non living being or entity or force, instantly, I revert back in all may thinking, a million years, and all the questions resurface all over again, when really, the truth and in its fullness, has been staring med right in the kisser all freaking along. Still, the 6th-D made Gene Roddenberry come 2 life on this Earth, be born, grow up 2B many things, one being a great famous sci-fi writer, and do the Star Trek show, and the opening pilot episode, THE MANAGERIE, the original movie leading 2 the 2 part show renamed, ‘THE CAGE’. Yes the cage I feared has become my zoo, and the rest of my apology song is just about ready 2 go up, but not 2 who and what I believed all this time wants it, but up 2 the 6th dimension. I have been a major fool 4 a very long time, 2B deceived by things when all along, I really did know better, or at least should have, on many basically conscious and aware waking levels of my human self here on this rotten Earth. Putting things into such a major new light, life still only gets more dismal 4 me. Nothing gets better, it cannot, and the true genius was never Albert, it was good old none other than Howard Solomon!!!! The more U know about anything, the more that we all cannot help seeing, flashes brilliantly in front of our bedazzled eyes, unless we R total brain dead meat heads like most of old Archie Bunker’s pals from Queens, New York, USAESMWG. The more we come 2 understand and learn, an attached outer horizon from there also expands, and not linearly but somewhere between geometrically and quantitatively. Once U know that numbers exist, U learn that they go on and on and on. When U understand a million, U usually know that much larger numbers must B out beyond this simply because a child can take a crayon and keep adding more than 6 zeros onto a digit from 1-9, YO. I am totally bugged out by the 6th dimension and all that it really appears 2 both encompass and control. None of this particular stuff being said by me right now is of utter major importance, so permit me please 2 end this topic right here 4 right now, ‘thank U’ Pat, and also thank U4 all the overtime hours back at Ernie’s hall, sometimes referred 2 also SIR PRINCE, as the RPL Sound Recording Studios of Camden, NJUSAESMWG. But then, what am I thanking U4 Pat, the 6th dimension is what I should thank, am I correct?
Giant powerful girls and women R all over this area of Florida, where I must suffer and live now on a daily freaking basis. The 6th dimension saw 2 this long B4I ever arrived down here, but they of course saw 2 it that arrive here I would, and all according 2 their perfect and totally precise scheduled operations and plans, also MIGHTY ‘PRINCE’, thought of as ‘games’, in some lower realms by those sometimes referred 2 as GODS. 4 a while, the flirtation lessened, but these crazy girls R more aggressive around here than anything have ever witnessed back home, relative 2 me of course, as 2 a Floridian, visiting New Jersey, back home would B in total reverse, YO!!!!!!! When gods play these games 2 avoid concentrating on non-oblivion and reserved-nirvana 4 the fortunate non-existors, this is not them deciding 2 do this all by themselves, but in fact, the 6th dimension all ready fixed things 2 work in this way. All of the biblical mysteries descramble into crystal clarity in an instant when viewing reality-event in truth, and 2 do this in truth, we need 2 think in 6 full dimensions, as doing anything less than this results in infinite error and imperfection. Just as they made me forget 2 add the word, “SHE” B4 the word “MET”, on a prior blogging work, resulting in a PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER THAT MATCHES OUT 50% WITH HER OWN PCN. Y do I keep apologizing 2 Bruce Pennock, when it is the 6th-D that is doing all of this, even causing this cool kit back early in the nineteen-seventies 2 become aware of it and speak so often of it, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay YO players, this is the truth, and I do not like any of this one bit more than any of U do, but deep down inside, I know that some of U out here know that I am the first mortal who either dares 2 learn this truth, or dares 2 both learn and speak of this truth, publicly. In fact, I do not like being the dude on the shitty end of the stick, not in the games of the gods independent of them playing them or not!!!!!!!!! So UC, even the great ‘parents’ that chased me off the beach when memories were starting 2 resurface 4 me in middle 1994, in that wild powerhouse interaction, with the 600 mile catapult machine, all of it is so much like the GAWNUM, or the D-6. It is all a huge cosmic 5th dimensional jig saw puzzle, and that is all that it ever is, or can B, was or will B, YO!!!!!!! Making more out of it or trying 2 accomplish this feat, is like trying 2 make a banquet feast worth of food handed U from a pantry homeless shelter kitchen.
I am a no good rotten piece of crap and I know it. There is a lot wrong with me, but blaming me is ignorance on your parts, the 6th dimension made me exactly what and who I AM, and it just does not get simpler than this, where is John freaking Henningsen when I need the butt wipe dude, YO?????? OK, so I did some real bad shit as a kid, a teenager, and a man in his early thirties as well. I admit it, 2 the blog, 2 the world. But the 6th dimension DID IT, NOT ME!!!!!!! I cannot beat this thing, I would love 2 with all my freaking ass heart, but there is no beating something so much bigger and more powerful than U, that even attempting 2 conceptualize the ratio difference between the 2, would break a human brain into atoms.
The man from Trinidad Island and not the sixties Hotel of Atlantic City, knows about the article in the Popular Mechanics Magazine, that talked about harnessing the incredible energies produced by the powerful spinning sub atomic particles deep within the atoms. Just today, we were talking about how several other large nations around this globe not only R aware of this technology, but have been using it. Peeps do not believe this, but we know what we know, and it is very scary 2 me, that peeps like NSA and others supposedly looking out 4 this nation and her interests, R allowing ourselves 2 fall so far behind and so quickly. They will tell U their side a wild story should they ever decide 2B honest about things, but they refuse 2C how time needs 2 unlock in both white and black matter space in degrees, causing us our ever present NOW existence. It was the 1st of August if memory is serving me, a hot summers day in Atlantic City, New Jersey, back in the oh-Marola-3 year, when all I had 2 say on my life journal tape recorder, even though the family got their civil and quiet revenge and wiped it all out, and everything else around me as well, that the girl with the little child with her told me something incredible, a total 100% poker bluff, and yet the market dropped hundreds of points the next day and 4 that week, if my memory serves me anywhere near correctly, and if I have the correct year of 2003. Y not call me up and pronounce this word 4 me Misses Marola, Y would U call up and just say, “Hi Mark”, into my voicemail last autumn over at the Kings toilet???????????????? Gee, I guess because this is what D-6 told U2 do, DUH!!!!!!!!!! I did not return 2 the beaches 4 more than 2 years, nearly 3 beach seasons, and this drove those ass holes down there in Sin City East, totally up the wall at 34.7 billion miles per second.
The worst mistake I ever made was being born one day late in the year of 1954, and this is a mistake that I can correct 4 by killing myself. But then, World Labs loves 2 pull off the endless laser trace and make this event totally futile. Still, the mighty family has spoken, and says I am a no good soulless mother lover 2 quote the nicer change that Donna Gaines put on the Hair song late in the nineteen-sixties, and who am I 2 argue with this family, or THAT FAMILY? This clan is all founded from the 2nd greatest world explorer in human history, Christopher Columbus, Vasco Da Gama, and Magellan. Oh well, Magellan may or not B gellin’, but he had his Magne Carta, and I had my Magnesonic, am I right?
I took a nap around 7 or 8 last night and at nearly 9, found myself in a powerful wild interaction with none other than this wonderful family. MC was shouting at Dawn over a telephone that “I am very angry at Mark again” and I could hear ‘her voice’ loud and clear even through the telephone at a distance. Ann was laughing, it was all just funny 2 her, maybe she never tires of watching me get grabbed and chocked by dudes who take me on time road trips 2 future Philadelphia parades in oh-M-8!!!!!!!! Maybe I should say ‘what is left of it’ after the chemtrails did their number. I detest this military, they ruined a fantastic thing, and they and the world should know it. Remember how the flu scare was the big thing not all that long ago, and how some areas were hit so bad while others were missed, these experiments R atrocities, and the only reason that I am OK is because Maggie can always undo what these garbage-peeps can throw at me, others do not have this great machine working 4 them, where has 27 years gone, and is it really over, United States Copyright Examiners???????????? Well, I only know that 4 me, I sure wish it could B, all over, that is.
Yes sir/mahm, my poker days and roulette days, R long over, but there is a bright side 2 all of this, YO, no lady can get onto a bull horn and make fun of me, huh Resorts Casino????????? The name of this blog could double here as “GOOD-BYE 2 THE 80’S”!!! The problem is that the nineties grew far worse, and then do not even get me going on this 21st century, pweeeeeze peeps, YO!!!! There indeed is a lady at the Rite Aid Pharmacy in Berlin, New Jersey, who could share that story first hand, with many more than just branches of the mighty Atlantic City Mayor Robert Levy’s wife’s clan, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don’t die on me Leonard McKinnon, YO PLAYER!!!!!!!!!! 9 of the clock last night, wow did I pop out of a major wild ride through hyperspace. Ann is telling me how she hated all of the dogs, MC was shouting at Dawn that she is angry with me again, and then Dawn did the unthinkable, when she picked up a table and threw it right at my face, totally breaking me into pieces. Then the boys from Kennedy up the coast in what they call the Space Coast sent 50 military planes over 2 the area where this all happened, just not all that far from right here, I believe it was up in Indian River County, where Mi and hubby and several family members all lived in one large home, and Ann and Dawn and I all lived in another one about half a mile away. After they landed and picked up my broken face, they began gluing me back together, and I did not like this, and began my first recent Dominant-Exploratron adventure, of becoming totally lucid and in control of this ‘other-me’ in the hyperspace that I had been ‘dreaming’ through resessantly until the table toss. I turned myself into a powerful future android both indestructible and quite awesome and omnipotent. I stood up and began shooting electrical rays out of my hands at everybody. Suddenly, MC began shouting through dawn’s phone that was still live from them talking a 2nd time, and she told me that “her anger is kindled beyond the 6th dimension”. Then I grabbed the phone from off of the table and began singing 2 her, my apology song that she wants me 2 post up 2 the U-Tube system, and she told me she still is angry but that this did calm her wrath down considerably. She then ordered me 2 stop dominating the interaction, and as soon as I do, I will awaken and it will B nine at night, and I obeyed my TQ, and sure enough, it happened, I awoke, and it was 9 of the clock, right on the freaking dot. When I got back 2 sleep around shy of midnight somewhere, I went straight 2 HER great city, SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, and SSJK took me 2 the Long room in HER palace on KANWAL AVENUE, and I will leave things at the hair-dangling level. She insisted that she did not exact revenge on me with distant members of the family and insisted that I get 2 the library and blog this. I never thought that I had ever accused HER of doing this anyway. Still, She said, BLOG THIS, so I blogged it, Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not a shellfish, and I obey my TQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Peeps, if the 6th dimension is this incredible, and has caused all of this, what then will happen when I begin telling U all what I know about this mightier 7th dimension? Try and imagine endless 7th dimensional realities that have closed curves, and escaping LAWTRONS, at the same time. This is the 8th dimension, this is the mighty YYYYYYYYYYY, the realm of Jimmy and the projects sent down late in the year 1984 from Cinnaminson, New Jersey, 2 the Copyright Office. There is nothing larger than the 8th dimension, how can anything B larger than question of Y?
Governor Shitzenegger, terminate me, IF U CAN, BUD!!!!!!!!
This is all registered protected copyrighted intellectual property of blogger, MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN, also named MARK WAYNE MOHR, from Hammonton, New Jersey, when my 5 year blogging career commenced, on the advice of one gentleman by the name of Christopher Bennett, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
End Transmission:
Thursday, August 5, 2010
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0011
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2297
SEND-BACK-TEXT-DATE AND TIME FILE (DATFILE):
C0011-080510.641
SAFE-JOURNAL-BLOG CHAPTER 0011
SUBTITLED: THE 6TH DIMENSION REIGNS SUPREME:
Beginning Transmission:
Giant girls were all over the library when I departed from posting my last blog, one of them gave me quite a freaking check out once over, and I just totally ignored her, what do I want with U, giant? It took a while, but I also managed 2 get all of the giant trashy girls at work 2 lose interest in me, praise the freaking LORD, good freaking riddance. Work is not the big problem but many of course still R all around me. The only screw up at work is being forced 2 put up with the RADIO GAME. Now that I said what I said on past blog texts, resulting in a secular music station from down in Jewelly-White City, being played through the loudspeaker system the entire day, being played, I endure one freaking long “RADIO GAME” with the 6th-DIMENSION. This very sentence and topic brings us straight 2 what I want 2 discuss right now.
Throughout recorded history of humankind here on this wonderful planet, all persons at one time or another have wondered about the subject of dreams, what R they, where do they come from, what exactly is all of this about, and so on? The answer is known by me, and no one else. It all has 2 do with a built in circuitry that runs something called the seventh dimension. This is how previous closed curve infinities that R locked into the zero dimensional void, manage 2 escape and become ‘this’ that we all R sharing ‘now’. It begins with a series of built in do’s and don’ts, and many cosmically regulated and strictly self enforced systems. From there, a lower dimension finds its way into existence, the mind realm, the 6th dimension. This is a realm that operates through nothing but GAWNUM EQUATION ENERGIES, and these energies then send themselves down even further into the next lesser or lower dimension, or into what I term, ‘the hyperspace’, or the 5 dimensions of all of the space time worlds existing on all possible atomic vibrations or frequencies. Gawky Gaukauk is no ordinary entity, HE IS MISTER KRASSLE, and it took me a long time, more than 2 years now 2 figure so much of this incredible shit out, YO. The KRASSLE family exists on the one and only ASTRAL PLANE that mirror images the entire 5th dimension of all of hyperspace. Because of the way that this all works, once totally understood and really clearly seen and personally perceived, a child can begin 2 suddenly realize that the appearance of time being real, and thought patterns or us being-entities, thereby moving out of any particular order in and throughout it, is not only very possible, but really, and laugh all U may wish 2 peeps; quite NATURAL!!!!!!!! Don’t fret lads and lassies and Lab Dogs, I will fully explain and get down and dirty into what I call, the “RADIO GAME”, YO!!!!!!!!!!! It is all totally part of the 6th dimension that is operating very outlandishly in my own material human life as the present physical me that I appear 2B right now, as Mountainpen. But first, since the time that this world began 2B sentient beyond the level of a single celled creature, we have all wondered just what is going on here with this thing called “dreams and dreaming”. It all has 2 do with the 5th dimensional hyperspace. When we R dreaming, we R in hyperspace, still we first R always on the ASTRAL PLANE, this may B hard 2 understand or digest, and that is pitiful, it is me who is not fully able 2 describe what I know absolutely, and not so much the reader’s failure 2 grasp something. I am the one falling short; as it is my job 2 make this more clear and understandable if I am attempting 2 teach 4 the very first time, a totally alien concept, 2 this world of skeptics and doubters. I can only rest in the assurance that I am however in the process of doing my very best, sorry if it falls so short of the mark. There R dominant as well as non-dominant exploratrons, or energies that we become while asleep, and move into other dimensions in the vast and virtually unlimited size hyperspace of total parallel universes, each containing roughly sixty-trillion years of space time, and R also known as individual 4th dimensional hyperspheres. So B4 going on at all with this, 3 parts of a powerful triangle will always exist within the human psyche 4 lack of any better way of my describing this online here today right here and now folks, these 3 being, DREAMING, HYPERSPACE, and EXPLORATRONS. The non-dominant Exploratron is the most common. Both types R actually sleeping travelers, this is not some exaggeration, this is real, and it is happening, and it is Y we either have REM sleep, or ask any psychiatrist, we all will loser out minds very quickly. The non-dominant types of these dreaming travelers, all naturally part of cosmos, can B thought of as ‘recessant’. There R really more types here, the dominant Exploratron that is really advanced, can jump away from his or her double in a parallel universe, or ‘doppelganger’, and move into other things, another person all together, or even into inanimate objects, animals, machines, anything. Most if not all of this group of EXPLORATRON, is only able 2 pull this incredible stunt off by being a part of a collective, and this cosmic traveling consortium of a sort is known by me as the CES, or the (Collective Exploratronic Supermind). This has all been blogged last year in OH-MAROLA-9 throughout the entire year, from 2 New Jersey residences, and one Florida one here in the White City section of this great FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, the land of the endless ovens set on perpetual high. B4 moving this along any further peeps, I screwed up a couple blogs back on Saturday, it was late morning, I gave an afternoon time on my DATFILE as point 650, meant 2 type in point 450, sorry, YO, I’m only a human being there Bruce Allen Pennock, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!
So what is the radio-game, B4 we start getting a bit more hot and heavy into this exploratron thing, and then move even further onto tying this into things in the here and now material world, my lovely trash picker Amy/Emy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is when I am forced 2 listen 2 a radio broadcast in most cases, in rare occasions I am not forced and just stupidly play along with it a while, the gods only know Y, but at work, what can I do about it besides freaking grin and bear this bullshit, YO???????????? All throughout my shift, it is one song after another, and just 2 far beyond any possible coincidence 4 these exact songs 2 all B playing in the order that they R indeed played. They all have major meanings from either recent things said on blogs, or 2 a coworker that I trust, or just from my life in general, casino PA bullshit, only Resorts International Hotel and Casino took it beyond this level one particular day in freaking 1983 by having a lady actually coming on and announcing a song, just in the precise way that I’d recently done on a copyrighted song sent down 2 Washington, DC Library of the Congress, when I said, “OK, the name of this song is don’t EF around with magnetics”. In any event, they know and I know exactly what is going the shit on here with this nonsense; and I have called this, the ‘RADIO-GAME’, ever since they pulled this shit with me in the casino in the middle part of the year 1983. Every third song also seems now 2 either B the great gorgeous MC, Donna Summer, or Madonna Louise Ciaconi. Wow, I am so impressed, Aunt Geraldine Snow, where is your friend the freaking Shaw of Iran, YO? RU guys planning any more cousin trips with mom and me 2 the freaking Trinidad Hotel on 10-SC Avenue in good old Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG?????? Google up my real name, YO, funny huh, how so many other MARK MOHR persons R involved with chemtrail art, musical projects, and none other than TRINIDAD, come on folks, what really would U all believe???????????????? I AM THE ONLY MARK WAYNE MOHR who is none other than MOUNTAINPEN the BLOGGER, YO!!!!!!!!!! Perhaps distant cousins on my father’s side of the family may indeed B some of these other peeps U will C when U GOOGLE up my name, who the shit knows, and furthermore rabies and germs, who the shit gives a brown smell about any of it, YO?????
Always know this one fact peeps, no matter what else U choose 2 know or come 2 believe in your present lives. This is in fact a hypersphere. The red-shift that Hubble telescopes observe and the light drop off point is a horizon line, and is about 14-16 billion miles around us at all points in this expansion. This is no different than looking out at C at the horizon. It is really about 60 trillion years in circumference. It has therefore a limited border, and thus, true random, is not possible ever, inside of this limited-size closed curve system. It does not mean that random cannot B created in illusion, after-all, it is so humongous and huge however, that the amount of potential combinations of things is a number so large that if it was printed in a newspaper, the print would most likely come close 2 filling up the entire Milky Way Galaxy, with all nines. So really, yes, random is quite real, just not “ABSOLUTE” random, DUH!!!!!!!!!! This distinction is necessary in MORIANITY, or the teachings and claims of the MOUNTAINPEN. As 4 the magical cat, who I know as Professor Gawky Gaukauk from the Teck Bay Mystery School in Province Olympia on the PHASE-2-REALITY, the ‘spirit-world’ and referred 2 by many in modern times, as the Astral Plane, where many a Varaigi Master has taken lessons and earned secret degrees in, secret from mortal Earth populations at least, this entity came 2 me at a Hammonton, New Jersey tobacco store on the “WHITE” Horse Pike where else?, and after some numerous secret notes were received, eventually told me he was alive here until 2002, and indeed was MC’s father. I am only freaking reporting the news, so please; don’t shoot the piano player Elton. I got a few days mixed up in 86 and 96 years. Mom was on a vacation on the week when the terrorist threat was made 2 her by that large evil man from India, whom Robert McGuire had obviously sent 2 stalk and terrorize us that horrible 2nd day of August, 10 years 2 the day after I was in New York City and so was my buddy David Roth, as he was there 2C his peeps, a group called, “NEW SHOES”, I have renamed them, the “ HYPERSPHERE NONILLION” 4 reasons of pure scientific measuring data, all listed on several previous blogs this very year in 2K10, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!! It was Saturday night and it was way more than all right, in 1986, Elton, but 10 years later, was pure ass hell. That occurred on as Friday afternoon. The reason it had 2B Friday, was because when I got home, I ran right 2 the telephone 2 call up the Camden County Prosecutor, Ron Wirtz 2 tell him how my mom had just been told that her son was going 2B murdered, by that evil wicked scum bag at the Turnersville Shopping Center at the Pathmark Grocery Store, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The sixth dimension sends thought energies down into the 5th dimensional hyperspace, as I stated previously. This all has 2 do with the fact that above this in the circuitry of the entire system, in the 7th dimension beyond and outside of the thought and mind realm, is the LAWTRON. We R all the counterpart of this LAWTRON, SOUL is LAWTRON, or its lower dimensional counterpart. We R soul, we do not HAVE A SOUL, that is religious hocus pocus, we R, we exist, that is that. Time is only real up throughout the 4th dimension and in all of the contained 5th dimensional parallel universes of the hyperspace. We all totally know in our real and true absolute form that we simply exist. Time is not a reality, we R here and we exist, hence we never began existing, nor can we ever stop existing, time brings us this misunderstood concept of tents here. We exist, and there can B no past or future 2 this all present reality, nothing ever existed or will exist, all just EXISTS, in the big picture. Now U may think WOW, but it is more like, OHHHH-NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! The true part of all of U out here knows that this is powerful ass truth. Only GAMES can B powerful enough 2 distract our awareness away from this horrendous powerful hellish awareness that it never can end. THIS IS INDEED Y GAMES WERE PLAYED, R PLAYED, ALWAYS WILL B PLAYED, in Province Olympia on the Astral Plane PHASE-2-REALITY. Only powerful games have any hope of distracting us all away from endless eternal fucking hell, YO!!!! Now many games R known about, and some R not, here on this freaking Earth World and awake realm so 2 speak. The secret and best ones R when they run tests 2C which subjects can take the most pressure and hell against them without cracking and going totally fucking mad. I have proven out 2B a super ass subject my friends and my fiends, YO!!!! I am a quintessential survivor. Unfortunately, this makes me a wonderful and excellent freaking target 4 these horrific games, totally covert of course, and never in a million years, able 2B proven as monstrous miscarriages of justice with me as the endless victim and freaking target, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not all alone however, I have company. Those that did break, they all R locked away in wither prison cells, psychiatric wards, or worse. Many just kill themselves or get themselves killed, 2 escape their monstrously unfathomable hells. But there R a few left, it is not just me, and the nasty part of this shit is that with internet and modern technology, and all of this and more, it seems 2B totally impossible 4 a survivors group of US 2 ever meet up and form, and as we all k now, there indeed is a power in numbers, I never said that U were totally wrong Misses Marola, back in the late spring in nineteen-freaking-sixty-nine, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So today it is time 2 tell U all that GAWNUM is the 6th dimension. The only difference is that a user of it in lower dimensions must learn 2 master the fantastic skill that is of course quite necessary in order 2 make it totally tell what is happening. The other big and obvious difference is that in a higher dimension, (this mind realm), this is what is actually CAUSING the lower worlds 2B just what they R, it is not a tool of predicting, but a powerful way of causing, REALITY 2B, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wonder if the station up in White City has Gawnumed up the ‘other name’ yet, and inserted after the words ‘1986’ spelled out, “Met an older guy named Mark”?????????? I sort of think they did, but U know it is so amusing, even though I know this is all really coming from worlds away from me here while awake inside this tonnage of freaking endless bullshit, I still am aware that hostility exists all freaking around me with so many peeps, and that indeed, many of these peeps R in fact perpetrating many evils upon me. Last night I was struck hard with a major health bowels attack, and a loud neighborhood attack one as well, at the very same time, Fort Pierce Police Department, as if U care or could give a freaking shit if I live or freaking perish from this diseased solid ball of heave-hoe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Playing cards and Paula Somnambulism King, the connection here makes my freaking ass blood run colder than the Arctic Ocean glaciers, Leslie Never DaFlavia in this part of localized Hyperspace, YO. Well, as 4 this new world of ours, and in this new age without CODED GENERAL ORDER 18, and whether anyone can understand any of this or not Miss AT&T Blake from 1983, YO, let me just insert this tiny whittle wisdom bite here 4U folks on the freaking net, YO!!!!!!!!!! Maybe Senator, after Marguerite turns Sorian in prison someday and I get forgiven by MI, 4 what I am not 2 sure of, she seemed happy, I know I was, but think about those 3, not 4, digits, sahwee, a typo screw up on me’ last bwogg, whaaaa, being of course the 4, the 5, and the 9, huh Gawky, BOO, YO, aniwho, let the poor kid out on October 31, B a good sport Pat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Take 4+5+9 and yes, it is 18. Take 4+5x9 and wow, it is 81, or 3 power 4. This 3 power 4 is the amount of Private Cosmicoded Numbers (PCN’s) that perpetually operate in the 6th dimension, huh mighty big GG???????????????? Also YO, 18 and 81 R the same 2 digits, in reverse, how about that one huh Harry Callas???????????? How I just love being stuck in this time warp ABC Network, think its funny huh ya’ bastards. Paul sold out, and sold me down the river, I know that, U all must think that I freaking fell off the Senator’s turnip truck the day B4 last week, YO!!!!! Sorry 2 disappoint chall, YO!!!!!!!!!!
I am gonna let a bigger cat than U GG out of the freaking bag 4 all the shit done 2 me in 2010 here in Florida, by your evil friends Ann King, as per your evil freaking letter, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Take either one or two decks of playing cards, remove all cards over nines, and remove the jokers; U will have either 36 or 72 total cards. Think about something in your life the entire time U do this, and get a mind blow that U won’t soon freaking forget lads and lassies. U will shuffle and randomly pick a card just as in a magicians card trick, twice. The first pick is your PCN root number digit one, and the second card pick is root number digit two. Roots will always B as U should know by now Billytackackackack Joel, between 11-99. U know how the 3rd and final digit of the PCN is done, and if the root numbers R the same and equal, then the 3rd digit becomes a zero, such as root #55, creates PCN-550, and so forth. U must B thinking of the situation the entire time U shuffle and draw, both the 2 cards, and do not draw once, reshuffle and redraw. So do this if U really want 2 knock your shoes off, but B careful on that treadmill, MC, glad U lost those awful sneakers girl.
End Transmission, YO:
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2297
SEND-BACK-TEXT-DATE AND TIME FILE (DATFILE):
C0011-080510.641
SAFE-JOURNAL-BLOG CHAPTER 0011
SUBTITLED: THE 6TH DIMENSION REIGNS SUPREME:
Beginning Transmission:
Giant girls were all over the library when I departed from posting my last blog, one of them gave me quite a freaking check out once over, and I just totally ignored her, what do I want with U, giant? It took a while, but I also managed 2 get all of the giant trashy girls at work 2 lose interest in me, praise the freaking LORD, good freaking riddance. Work is not the big problem but many of course still R all around me. The only screw up at work is being forced 2 put up with the RADIO GAME. Now that I said what I said on past blog texts, resulting in a secular music station from down in Jewelly-White City, being played through the loudspeaker system the entire day, being played, I endure one freaking long “RADIO GAME” with the 6th-DIMENSION. This very sentence and topic brings us straight 2 what I want 2 discuss right now.
Throughout recorded history of humankind here on this wonderful planet, all persons at one time or another have wondered about the subject of dreams, what R they, where do they come from, what exactly is all of this about, and so on? The answer is known by me, and no one else. It all has 2 do with a built in circuitry that runs something called the seventh dimension. This is how previous closed curve infinities that R locked into the zero dimensional void, manage 2 escape and become ‘this’ that we all R sharing ‘now’. It begins with a series of built in do’s and don’ts, and many cosmically regulated and strictly self enforced systems. From there, a lower dimension finds its way into existence, the mind realm, the 6th dimension. This is a realm that operates through nothing but GAWNUM EQUATION ENERGIES, and these energies then send themselves down even further into the next lesser or lower dimension, or into what I term, ‘the hyperspace’, or the 5 dimensions of all of the space time worlds existing on all possible atomic vibrations or frequencies. Gawky Gaukauk is no ordinary entity, HE IS MISTER KRASSLE, and it took me a long time, more than 2 years now 2 figure so much of this incredible shit out, YO. The KRASSLE family exists on the one and only ASTRAL PLANE that mirror images the entire 5th dimension of all of hyperspace. Because of the way that this all works, once totally understood and really clearly seen and personally perceived, a child can begin 2 suddenly realize that the appearance of time being real, and thought patterns or us being-entities, thereby moving out of any particular order in and throughout it, is not only very possible, but really, and laugh all U may wish 2 peeps; quite NATURAL!!!!!!!! Don’t fret lads and lassies and Lab Dogs, I will fully explain and get down and dirty into what I call, the “RADIO GAME”, YO!!!!!!!!!!! It is all totally part of the 6th dimension that is operating very outlandishly in my own material human life as the present physical me that I appear 2B right now, as Mountainpen. But first, since the time that this world began 2B sentient beyond the level of a single celled creature, we have all wondered just what is going on here with this thing called “dreams and dreaming”. It all has 2 do with the 5th dimensional hyperspace. When we R dreaming, we R in hyperspace, still we first R always on the ASTRAL PLANE, this may B hard 2 understand or digest, and that is pitiful, it is me who is not fully able 2 describe what I know absolutely, and not so much the reader’s failure 2 grasp something. I am the one falling short; as it is my job 2 make this more clear and understandable if I am attempting 2 teach 4 the very first time, a totally alien concept, 2 this world of skeptics and doubters. I can only rest in the assurance that I am however in the process of doing my very best, sorry if it falls so short of the mark. There R dominant as well as non-dominant exploratrons, or energies that we become while asleep, and move into other dimensions in the vast and virtually unlimited size hyperspace of total parallel universes, each containing roughly sixty-trillion years of space time, and R also known as individual 4th dimensional hyperspheres. So B4 going on at all with this, 3 parts of a powerful triangle will always exist within the human psyche 4 lack of any better way of my describing this online here today right here and now folks, these 3 being, DREAMING, HYPERSPACE, and EXPLORATRONS. The non-dominant Exploratron is the most common. Both types R actually sleeping travelers, this is not some exaggeration, this is real, and it is happening, and it is Y we either have REM sleep, or ask any psychiatrist, we all will loser out minds very quickly. The non-dominant types of these dreaming travelers, all naturally part of cosmos, can B thought of as ‘recessant’. There R really more types here, the dominant Exploratron that is really advanced, can jump away from his or her double in a parallel universe, or ‘doppelganger’, and move into other things, another person all together, or even into inanimate objects, animals, machines, anything. Most if not all of this group of EXPLORATRON, is only able 2 pull this incredible stunt off by being a part of a collective, and this cosmic traveling consortium of a sort is known by me as the CES, or the (Collective Exploratronic Supermind). This has all been blogged last year in OH-MAROLA-9 throughout the entire year, from 2 New Jersey residences, and one Florida one here in the White City section of this great FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, the land of the endless ovens set on perpetual high. B4 moving this along any further peeps, I screwed up a couple blogs back on Saturday, it was late morning, I gave an afternoon time on my DATFILE as point 650, meant 2 type in point 450, sorry, YO, I’m only a human being there Bruce Allen Pennock, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!
So what is the radio-game, B4 we start getting a bit more hot and heavy into this exploratron thing, and then move even further onto tying this into things in the here and now material world, my lovely trash picker Amy/Emy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is when I am forced 2 listen 2 a radio broadcast in most cases, in rare occasions I am not forced and just stupidly play along with it a while, the gods only know Y, but at work, what can I do about it besides freaking grin and bear this bullshit, YO???????????? All throughout my shift, it is one song after another, and just 2 far beyond any possible coincidence 4 these exact songs 2 all B playing in the order that they R indeed played. They all have major meanings from either recent things said on blogs, or 2 a coworker that I trust, or just from my life in general, casino PA bullshit, only Resorts International Hotel and Casino took it beyond this level one particular day in freaking 1983 by having a lady actually coming on and announcing a song, just in the precise way that I’d recently done on a copyrighted song sent down 2 Washington, DC Library of the Congress, when I said, “OK, the name of this song is don’t EF around with magnetics”. In any event, they know and I know exactly what is going the shit on here with this nonsense; and I have called this, the ‘RADIO-GAME’, ever since they pulled this shit with me in the casino in the middle part of the year 1983. Every third song also seems now 2 either B the great gorgeous MC, Donna Summer, or Madonna Louise Ciaconi. Wow, I am so impressed, Aunt Geraldine Snow, where is your friend the freaking Shaw of Iran, YO? RU guys planning any more cousin trips with mom and me 2 the freaking Trinidad Hotel on 10-SC Avenue in good old Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG?????? Google up my real name, YO, funny huh, how so many other MARK MOHR persons R involved with chemtrail art, musical projects, and none other than TRINIDAD, come on folks, what really would U all believe???????????????? I AM THE ONLY MARK WAYNE MOHR who is none other than MOUNTAINPEN the BLOGGER, YO!!!!!!!!!! Perhaps distant cousins on my father’s side of the family may indeed B some of these other peeps U will C when U GOOGLE up my name, who the shit knows, and furthermore rabies and germs, who the shit gives a brown smell about any of it, YO?????
Always know this one fact peeps, no matter what else U choose 2 know or come 2 believe in your present lives. This is in fact a hypersphere. The red-shift that Hubble telescopes observe and the light drop off point is a horizon line, and is about 14-16 billion miles around us at all points in this expansion. This is no different than looking out at C at the horizon. It is really about 60 trillion years in circumference. It has therefore a limited border, and thus, true random, is not possible ever, inside of this limited-size closed curve system. It does not mean that random cannot B created in illusion, after-all, it is so humongous and huge however, that the amount of potential combinations of things is a number so large that if it was printed in a newspaper, the print would most likely come close 2 filling up the entire Milky Way Galaxy, with all nines. So really, yes, random is quite real, just not “ABSOLUTE” random, DUH!!!!!!!!!! This distinction is necessary in MORIANITY, or the teachings and claims of the MOUNTAINPEN. As 4 the magical cat, who I know as Professor Gawky Gaukauk from the Teck Bay Mystery School in Province Olympia on the PHASE-2-REALITY, the ‘spirit-world’ and referred 2 by many in modern times, as the Astral Plane, where many a Varaigi Master has taken lessons and earned secret degrees in, secret from mortal Earth populations at least, this entity came 2 me at a Hammonton, New Jersey tobacco store on the “WHITE” Horse Pike where else?, and after some numerous secret notes were received, eventually told me he was alive here until 2002, and indeed was MC’s father. I am only freaking reporting the news, so please; don’t shoot the piano player Elton. I got a few days mixed up in 86 and 96 years. Mom was on a vacation on the week when the terrorist threat was made 2 her by that large evil man from India, whom Robert McGuire had obviously sent 2 stalk and terrorize us that horrible 2nd day of August, 10 years 2 the day after I was in New York City and so was my buddy David Roth, as he was there 2C his peeps, a group called, “NEW SHOES”, I have renamed them, the “ HYPERSPHERE NONILLION” 4 reasons of pure scientific measuring data, all listed on several previous blogs this very year in 2K10, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!! It was Saturday night and it was way more than all right, in 1986, Elton, but 10 years later, was pure ass hell. That occurred on as Friday afternoon. The reason it had 2B Friday, was because when I got home, I ran right 2 the telephone 2 call up the Camden County Prosecutor, Ron Wirtz 2 tell him how my mom had just been told that her son was going 2B murdered, by that evil wicked scum bag at the Turnersville Shopping Center at the Pathmark Grocery Store, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The sixth dimension sends thought energies down into the 5th dimensional hyperspace, as I stated previously. This all has 2 do with the fact that above this in the circuitry of the entire system, in the 7th dimension beyond and outside of the thought and mind realm, is the LAWTRON. We R all the counterpart of this LAWTRON, SOUL is LAWTRON, or its lower dimensional counterpart. We R soul, we do not HAVE A SOUL, that is religious hocus pocus, we R, we exist, that is that. Time is only real up throughout the 4th dimension and in all of the contained 5th dimensional parallel universes of the hyperspace. We all totally know in our real and true absolute form that we simply exist. Time is not a reality, we R here and we exist, hence we never began existing, nor can we ever stop existing, time brings us this misunderstood concept of tents here. We exist, and there can B no past or future 2 this all present reality, nothing ever existed or will exist, all just EXISTS, in the big picture. Now U may think WOW, but it is more like, OHHHH-NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! The true part of all of U out here knows that this is powerful ass truth. Only GAMES can B powerful enough 2 distract our awareness away from this horrendous powerful hellish awareness that it never can end. THIS IS INDEED Y GAMES WERE PLAYED, R PLAYED, ALWAYS WILL B PLAYED, in Province Olympia on the Astral Plane PHASE-2-REALITY. Only powerful games have any hope of distracting us all away from endless eternal fucking hell, YO!!!! Now many games R known about, and some R not, here on this freaking Earth World and awake realm so 2 speak. The secret and best ones R when they run tests 2C which subjects can take the most pressure and hell against them without cracking and going totally fucking mad. I have proven out 2B a super ass subject my friends and my fiends, YO!!!! I am a quintessential survivor. Unfortunately, this makes me a wonderful and excellent freaking target 4 these horrific games, totally covert of course, and never in a million years, able 2B proven as monstrous miscarriages of justice with me as the endless victim and freaking target, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not all alone however, I have company. Those that did break, they all R locked away in wither prison cells, psychiatric wards, or worse. Many just kill themselves or get themselves killed, 2 escape their monstrously unfathomable hells. But there R a few left, it is not just me, and the nasty part of this shit is that with internet and modern technology, and all of this and more, it seems 2B totally impossible 4 a survivors group of US 2 ever meet up and form, and as we all k now, there indeed is a power in numbers, I never said that U were totally wrong Misses Marola, back in the late spring in nineteen-freaking-sixty-nine, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So today it is time 2 tell U all that GAWNUM is the 6th dimension. The only difference is that a user of it in lower dimensions must learn 2 master the fantastic skill that is of course quite necessary in order 2 make it totally tell what is happening. The other big and obvious difference is that in a higher dimension, (this mind realm), this is what is actually CAUSING the lower worlds 2B just what they R, it is not a tool of predicting, but a powerful way of causing, REALITY 2B, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wonder if the station up in White City has Gawnumed up the ‘other name’ yet, and inserted after the words ‘1986’ spelled out, “Met an older guy named Mark”?????????? I sort of think they did, but U know it is so amusing, even though I know this is all really coming from worlds away from me here while awake inside this tonnage of freaking endless bullshit, I still am aware that hostility exists all freaking around me with so many peeps, and that indeed, many of these peeps R in fact perpetrating many evils upon me. Last night I was struck hard with a major health bowels attack, and a loud neighborhood attack one as well, at the very same time, Fort Pierce Police Department, as if U care or could give a freaking shit if I live or freaking perish from this diseased solid ball of heave-hoe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Playing cards and Paula Somnambulism King, the connection here makes my freaking ass blood run colder than the Arctic Ocean glaciers, Leslie Never DaFlavia in this part of localized Hyperspace, YO. Well, as 4 this new world of ours, and in this new age without CODED GENERAL ORDER 18, and whether anyone can understand any of this or not Miss AT&T Blake from 1983, YO, let me just insert this tiny whittle wisdom bite here 4U folks on the freaking net, YO!!!!!!!!!! Maybe Senator, after Marguerite turns Sorian in prison someday and I get forgiven by MI, 4 what I am not 2 sure of, she seemed happy, I know I was, but think about those 3, not 4, digits, sahwee, a typo screw up on me’ last bwogg, whaaaa, being of course the 4, the 5, and the 9, huh Gawky, BOO, YO, aniwho, let the poor kid out on October 31, B a good sport Pat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Take 4+5+9 and yes, it is 18. Take 4+5x9 and wow, it is 81, or 3 power 4. This 3 power 4 is the amount of Private Cosmicoded Numbers (PCN’s) that perpetually operate in the 6th dimension, huh mighty big GG???????????????? Also YO, 18 and 81 R the same 2 digits, in reverse, how about that one huh Harry Callas???????????? How I just love being stuck in this time warp ABC Network, think its funny huh ya’ bastards. Paul sold out, and sold me down the river, I know that, U all must think that I freaking fell off the Senator’s turnip truck the day B4 last week, YO!!!!! Sorry 2 disappoint chall, YO!!!!!!!!!!
I am gonna let a bigger cat than U GG out of the freaking bag 4 all the shit done 2 me in 2010 here in Florida, by your evil friends Ann King, as per your evil freaking letter, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Take either one or two decks of playing cards, remove all cards over nines, and remove the jokers; U will have either 36 or 72 total cards. Think about something in your life the entire time U do this, and get a mind blow that U won’t soon freaking forget lads and lassies. U will shuffle and randomly pick a card just as in a magicians card trick, twice. The first pick is your PCN root number digit one, and the second card pick is root number digit two. Roots will always B as U should know by now Billytackackackack Joel, between 11-99. U know how the 3rd and final digit of the PCN is done, and if the root numbers R the same and equal, then the 3rd digit becomes a zero, such as root #55, creates PCN-550, and so forth. U must B thinking of the situation the entire time U shuffle and draw, both the 2 cards, and do not draw once, reshuffle and redraw. So do this if U really want 2 knock your shoes off, but B careful on that treadmill, MC, glad U lost those awful sneakers girl.
End Transmission, YO:
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0010
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
SAFE JOURNAL, BLOG CHAPTER #00010
WORLD LABORATORIES 2297, SBT-DATFILE:
C00010-080310.643---Subtitle: Welcome Back Louise Hendertrailkotter
Beginning Transmission:
I am under a major mother fucking cunt swallowing death siege, or was, yesterday, and knew late on Sunday night it would indeed B there, as when shit starts on a night B4 the bad day, the bad day is just about totally dependable 4 freaking occurring. The shit used a lot now is extreme neighborhood noise with the king rapper of the area and his dirt bag 13 bells of foundation destroying sound pressure crap ass noise at C-SQ-YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When this is extra bad at night, late, between say about 10 P and 2 A, FORT PIERCE POLICE DEPARTMENT, I can always expect a huge bad ass problem the following day, and normally mostly in the fucking skies. This unlike last week was all done with super ass fucking major chemtrails, not choppers and planes and military garbage crafts all up my ass, all though when I arrived at my work place around 10 minutes B4 eight in the morning, the same piece of ugly fucking shit fighter plane charged right at me from the fucking northeast, low and horrendously fucking loud. This same craft and many others have all been persecuting me and on me like flies on garbage, ever since this nightmare hell all started in 1986.
4 two straight Mondays, I have been put through a major aerial death ass siege, major huge freaking ass hyper ass time, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It went into last Tuesday, only this Tuesday, ‘THEY’ had things better planned than the boring same old-same old, so in lieu of air shit from the wicked fucking diseased MILI-2-FORCE, jag offs, they used my problem since June 4th of 1983, or really turn of the century mother fucking problem after they knocked off the doctor that kept me properly prescribed so I can swallow and eat and function and live, these cock sucking pricks all want 2 totally FUCKING MURDER ME AND GET SCOTT FREE AWAY WITH IT, JUST AS THEY GOT AWAY WITH MURDERING MY MOTHER AND DAVID CHARLES ROTH. My mother was not murdered when she died physically on Saturday morning on the 4th day of fucking diseased March of 2000, but really, when she was DEMONICALLY POSSESSED BY DEMON LICKING PAULA KING, the early morning hours somewhere following Christmas Day in the fucking year of 1997, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Today, instead of last weeks’ continued fucking aerial attacks, here is what was done. When they would not let me pick up my very needed medication, LORAZEPAM, that I have been on faithfully, since July somewhere in 1983, late in the month, when a doctor from the Atlantic Islands somewhere, working in the West Jersey Hospital System of Berlin, New Jersey, USAESMWG, decided 2 prescribe this in hopes that it may alleviate some of my mother fucking horrific ass suffering, when I tried 2 order this on the telephone at my pharmacist, the Fort Pierce Mal-Mart, a new government NARK SQUAD firewall comes up on the computer, and even though it says 2 order these meds 2 days in advance of the precise run pout date, they will not allow one hour any more. So if anything goes wrong, it is my tough luck, B it a car problem, a computer glitch, or any one of a million possibilities, these dirt bags know they fucking have me but fucking good lads and fucking lassies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This time, it was a computer glitch at the fucking insurance company that manages my care through my Medicare disability plans, called “QHP of Florida”. It all got resolved, after totally fucking ruining my day, every MOTHER FUCKING DAY IS BEING DESTROYED AND WIPED OUT BY MY SICK FUCKING DA GAMA ENEMY, EVERY MOTHER FUCKING ONE, AND IF IT DOES NOT STOP, EXPECT MAJOR FUCKING RETALIATION, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U can flag this fucking blog, or U can blog this fucking flag, C if I care, I am telling whoever is wrecking every minute of my fucking life, that if this shit does not back the fuck off, right fucking now, I WILL KILL SOME OF U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I never thought I’d hear myself make that threat, and threat it is, as no one can take endless persefuckingcution and suffering, NOBODY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The problem remains is that I would never shed any innocent blood, and I would have 2 know 100% beyond the shit hole shadow of any possible ass doubt just who deserves 2 die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First of all, neither U nor I, simply put, R not now or ever capable, of placing what is happening 2 me in a box. U just cannot put this in a box. There R indeed constants that exist in and throughout all of this. YES THERE R, folks, but that is apples and oranges, the constants help only when certain things in a much larger and more complex situation is focused on while pertaining 2 a miniscule level of this ‘bigger picture’, or sort of as with one drop of that ocean at that moment, and just as with the cited example in this blog opening, with the fact that super bad ass BOTBAR days 4 me, R just about always preceded by nasty late evening noise attacks or aerial shit, if none other than a huge chemtrails attack all around my proximity. These constants R many, and after years of my suffering through this hellishness with CALLIOTTAMM and WOMOTAWF, unless totally retarded and fucked up, one cannot help but begin seeing many recognizable repeating mother fucking patterns. Naturally, a few exceptions 2 this rule or any rule, R within the possibility factor, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes the great MCUR system was blown away last week, but that also, was another CONSTANT here. I have played with this mother fucking bull shit now since this fucking century came the hell in, BRO!!!!!!!!!!
I will hit on many short burst things on this blog, as I need 2 counterstrike, and this is my only weapon, PUBLICALLY TELLING SECRETS THAT \\\{{{(((“T-H-E-Y”)))}}}\\\ WOULD MUCH RATHER ME SHUT THE Sidney Cohen Crown shit about, despite the fact that they also saw 2 it quite early on in my life, that I am totally certified, as a pure ‘Credibility Destroyer’, if ever there is one, YO. This can B referred 2 as the 3rd “CD”, and one that nobody wants 2 buy, BRAH!!!!!!!!! Yes, Monday of this week, and Monday of last week, will now B discussed on this blogging text in a bit more elucidated detail.
Last Monday is where I’ll begin the runt slapping story, and if UR not IQ handicapped major hyper ass time, U will begin seeing the major 8 day pattern now, of using my needed medication, as a weapon and a tool against me, something that is by no means one bit new, it has been going on since they whacked my doctor in Westmont, New Jersey, his name was Frank Addiego, on Park Avenue, not STUDIO, YO!!!!!!!!! This doctor knew me from the age of ten years, and certified me 4 the great Camp Chesapeake, in Northeast, Maryland, as camp kids in those days and most likely still today, need a physical exam B4 they can B enrolled in summer camp. All was fine at work that day, a rare occasion. I drove home 4 a snack bite and 45 minutes relaxation, and then drove 2 my new Florida doctor, as U know from past blogs, I no longer use the coconut doctor down in White City, bad vibes and symbols right off, Jewelly’s Great City, really HER GREAT DAUGHTER!!!!!!!!!! U know peeps, a child with a runny stinking nose can CY my enemies whacked and iced my pal Dave. He would have eventually figured out this entire mess, way B4 it really may have been, as SHE puts it, (((((“2-LATE”)))))}}}}. First, SSJK used 2 knock the shit out of me when I would not obey her, in HER PALACE on KANWAL AVENUE, in HER great city of SDK, but what was my favorite room in the entire palace? {{{(((THE LONG ROOM)))}}}!!!! The entire ATLANTIC COUNTY PROSECUTORS OFFICE knows all of this back as far as 2006; as they have Eddie Himacane’s freaking confiscated computer and hard drive web site of the MORIANITY-FOUNDATION!!!!!!!!!!!!! Remember how he was caught violation the conditions and terms of his probation? Still, more than one world is involved here, just like many repeating wild dreaming interactions regarding a certain EGG HARBOR NEW JERSEY MYSTERIOUS SCHOOL OR DETENTION CENTER!!!!!!!!!!! In one reality, I distinctly remember ladies and gentlemen, that his probation officer was over in his trailer, as I was right there, and this PO totally knew that Eddie had his laptop computer. The terms were simply that he could not legally access the INTERNET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then after the chocolate and vanilla cupcakes and automobile registration murder around when else but Christmas time a number of years back, and like it or not WORLD, I TOTALLY REMEMBER THESE 2 DIFFERENT WORLDS AND REALITIES, this is not some made fucking up science fiction story, THIS IS MOTHER FUCKING REAL PEEPS!!!! Suddenly I was just hurled and retraced into a world quite similar and yet not totally, where many things were not the way that they fucking used 2B, right down 2 a world where I said something on a tape B4 a song started, called, “REAL GOOD GIRL”, and other things happened 2 weeks or so shy of that, that all led up 2 one pissed off teen aged girl, huh Senator Thompson Furyboz??????????? Still, I believe the reason that between late 1990 and middle 1993, that I never went 2 jail, was because MI never told mommy, PTL, huh Pat Rob?????????????????????? Still, my mom was killed over this, and in addition, they tried about 17 months B that death sleep attack, at the Turnersville Pathmark Shopping Center, in Washington Township in New Jersey, USAESMWG, on Friday afternoon, on the 2nd day of the 8th month, back in 1996. Mi mom never was the same after this, and it was ten years 2 the very day, that fateful Friday night just past ten PM in New York City, on August second of 1986. Thank the fucking gods that the VASCO DA GAMA descendant gang cannot make my blogs on the mighty GOOGLE ENGINE OWNED AND CONTROLLED WEBSITE 4 BLOGGERS, known as WWW.BLOGGER.COM/ JUST DISAPPEAR AND GO AWAY, as they did my life journal of 26 years. Many peeps want me and my hellish tales 2 vanish into David Copperfield’s hat, but now, THIS SAFE JOURNAL, WILL NOT B DOING THIS, *******B-R-O*******!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is also YI always instinctively fucking used the UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE, but this is a real story that may never B safely harped on with 2 much fucking detailed elaboration, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Very soon, I will B copyrighting my entire URL blogging system on all sites, remember there is a missing period on blogger dot com, as last summer, a major fucking hack made it impossible 2 log onto the site. 4 right now however, let me tell the last 8-day-story of persecution, after nipping the job shit in the bud, remember peeps, when U beat this fucking enemy on one particular front, they just instantly somehow freaking cosmically regroup, and launch their famous Ronald Reagan Counterattacks using entirely different methods and altering the rules of the game B4 any mortal can even begin 2C and realize what indeed has happened, it is like attempting 2 catch a lightning bolt.
I left the job and went home as I told U all, and then left again 4 the doctor, the new doctor. As soon as I left, a totally unmistakable large yet totally area confined, thick black cloud was just hovering right over the very area of my doctor, it could not have been larger than a mile long and wide, and DIANA, my lightning goddess was inside this powerful cloud. I know this because when I exited from the doctor’s office, and with successfully procuring a new doctor who understands that my need 4 this medication is physical and not freaking ass psychological, and agreed 2 write this 4 me as long as I would come in 4 regular quarterly exams, no problem. My QHP insurance will charge me 60 bucks 4 these combined 4 annual visits. As I exited relieved that a huge problem had been resolved, I heard loud booming distant thunder, and could feel my DIANA all around me. I am very sensitive; I can actually feel electrons in the air when no one else can. As I began driving towards home, no longer a million mile trip as it used 2B when I lived up north, 2C my Pennsylvania doctor that my cousin Donald Powell had put me onto, the Penn group, connected with the university where my grandfathers, my moms dad, had taught in the gymnasium there, physical education, and was employed by the university, while living at 440 South 50th Street, in Philadelphia, a mile give or take from University City, but as I began driving, huge military crafts, menacing and stalking, were dead ahead, and flying very slowly, just letting me fucking know that they knew I had succeeded and had a major victory 4 my continual survival on this diseased and fucking planet. From there, it only grew far worse, many planes, and many choppers, one of them practically crashed right into my house on 26th Street. Then when I tried ordering my meds this week, this new nark-squad firewall was suddenly on the pharmacy computer, and still they PRESSED-ON, with or without April or Lee or weird hyperspace doppelgangers and schools. Then the powerful punch again was delivered just today, I go 2 leave my work after 5 hard fucking hours, and drove 3 miles or so over 2 the fucking Wal-Mart, and boom, the same thing happened as did last month. Instead of $7.50 coming up, they want 44 bucks and change. I do not have that kind of fucking money. I drove home, called up the QHP health provider, and they said that a sudden glitch entered their computer system today, gee really?????????????? OH YEAH RIGHT, on AUGUST 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, Elton John, Saturday night was a lot more than all right, and I say this again 2 the world, I NEVER HEARD HER SAY NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If mommy had been told, I would have gone the way of Boz and obviously would have had many new experiences, in a 6X9 cell.
Now let me talk a while about the mighty kitty cat, whose BOO name is none other than GAWKY GAUKAUK!!!!!!!!!!!! The United States Copyright Office has a permanent record of this entity. Well, at least they have an officially recorded and registered song about him from my 2007 music project, YO. The SAR gives, and the SAR removeth, YO, Sorian 18 guardhouses and all, huh Governor Corzine!!!!!!!!!! There R nine freaking digits in the mathematical decimal system that most persons on this planet use every day, we all learned them in 1st fucking grade, DUH, 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8, and 9. Out of these 9 digits, the 4, the 5, and the 9, all contain exactly the same 2 digit root number in the GAWNUM, this word is made from Gawky’s Numerology, the same shit he basically taught me, along with his wife, on the bus that wild time in 1980, or really, I was ‘dreaming’ it was 1980, and had not yet ‘hurt anybody’s feelings’, YO. Now many know from many past blogs that explained in detail just how 2 perform the GAWNUM COMPATIBILITY EQUATION. What nobody has been told YET, is that another magical-sofa word grouping reversal turns this into Compatibility-Gawnum-Equation. The initials 2 this expression is none other than (CGE). If the world and the sun does not blow up 2 soon, United States Copyright Office examiners of 1984, maybe I will tell more details about CODED GENERAL EIGHTEEN order on my powerful Magnetic Sound Machine, or MAGNESONIC, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In any event, whether I tell or do not tell more about this CGE, only I know, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So there peeps. What I’ll tell now and today is a super compressed and abridged version, that one great rock star of the past, and one of my very favorite all time female recording artists, Melanie Safka, from queens, New York, and later, northern New Jersey, USAESMWG, knows only so well and perfectly, YO. U just do not put 2 much information onto a song, B it a persons’ first and last name, as this is their PCN, or PRIVATE-COSMICODED-NUMBER equivalent, or a back door information bite that the great National Security heads and chiefs think is 2 sensitive or private, such as the 18th question asked in the New Jersey test 4 Security Officers, under the SORA registration system. This involved my exact computer hacking on many word-works programs, with the (N) letter, being added many times 2 the typed in word of (RATIO), changing it 2 the word of RATION. I never meant 2 tell the details in any way, pertaining 2 the question on this test. I was only attempting 2 officially record the fact that theses hacks done 2 me were even done 2 the SORA system and these tests given 2 the security officers of the state of New Jersey, in the year of 2007. All hell was breaking loose around me after 2007 kept going, and after more than a year of my serious blogging. I was letting out way 2 much fucking secret shit, and no matter how mother fucking certified I may B, secrets R secrets, let me explain just what I mean. If I give out the precise information online right now on how 2 bring back the dead with laser trace technology, being certified does not guarantee that some BOZO clown out on the net will not try and build this thing, and then POW, the world alters forever, ion this timeline of the 5th dimensional hyperspace, YO!!!!!!!! Those yummy cupcakes from good old Egg Harbor’s Incollingo Grocery Store, wow, does it really get a lot better than this, Mister Spielberg, Mister King, and Mister Geffen? Now 2 get fucking back 2 other shit. OK, so I must go back every once in a damn while, and do shit, if I did not fight this in my layers of unconsciousness, they would have destroyed humanity a long time ago. I had 2 let U all know that I could insert things like “MI”, and “FUCK THIS SHIT”, and write the lyrical content 2 so many of my 1980-1986 songs, especially 1983. Imagine Henry Fonda staring in a movie back in the fifties where somebody says “FUCK THIS SHIT”? Well they do, just get the movie called, “12 Angry Men”, and listen carefully and hard right after the dude with the foreign accent says “Pardon, I want 2 change my vote 2 not guilty” The Copyright Office Examiners have the original “REAL GOOD GIRL on cassette tapes, hopefully by now recorded digitally onto a new format. I believe my copyrights R good in this and many other countries globally 4 a period of 75 years. Anyway, back now 2 the way we compute the GAWNUM, 2C what is and what is not, COMPATBNLE. 4 an example, my PCN is 871, and is compatible with many other PCN’s, as well as not compatible with many others. U simply add the 2 things being compared. If at least one digit-match in the total is existing in both PCN’s being compared, then it is compatible (C). If however, no match of at least one digit exists in both however, it is then non-compatibility (N). Now, what has never been blogged, even though I have discussed 3 and 4 way match ups, turning words and numbers and entire sentences into PCN’s, and even the methodologies 4 arriving at hexnumers, what I now say, has not been told, it has been saved 4 a powerful day, and this fucking day is powerful, I am one fucking poised off fucking dude peeps, YO!!!!!!!! Gawky, the large black ASTRAL PLANE panther cat, as many of U know, and I; go back throughout all infinity. This is not saying a lot, we all do. I merely have the complete awareness of this, and that is the difference. Now moving on and leaving this point entirely alone 4 today, the digits out of the nine from 1-9, that R either 1,2,3,6,7, or 8, all have PRIVATE-COSMICODED-NUMBERS or PCN’s, that R totally C with my PCN of 871. The only 4 that do not match-out and thus R non-compats or N, R the digits of 4, 5, and 9. Power exists in all of this, greater fucking power than the entire superpower USA government has clue number point oh one about, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here is a benign little sentence on the surface: “WHEN MARK MOHR WAS IN NEW YORK CITY IN NINETEEN-EIGHTY-SIX, ALL HIS TROUBLES WITH ENEMIES RESULTED”. This is PCN-817. Add up now this PCN-817 and my PCN of 871, and we get the PCNT or PCN-TOTAL. This comes 2 the total of (1688), and this is a maximum major 100% compatibility. Querying cosmos using this ‘GAWNUM’ with that sentence, verifies as my Uncle Heinz Gottwald would put it so greatly, from Babylon, New York back in the year of 1972, “IN MY MIND” that both now today, this very yesterday up here in 2010, as well as my DAY OF TERRORISM WITH MY POOR MOM GETTING HER LIFE AND MY LIFE THREATENED AT THAT HORRIBLE SHOPPING CENTER BACK IN NEW JERSEY IN 1996, back on AUGUST 2, the very day 24 years back yesterday that I did not hear that tall lovely curly haired high school kid ever once say “NO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not accusing, but I am saying that both Thomas J. Reale, the child molester from Somers Point, in New Jersey, USAESMWG, and the rest of his lovely VASCO DA GAMA family, R obviously connected with me and have been right freaking along, without me ever knowing any of it, not until this hell all really began 2 take form and shape in middle oh-eight, and it all is right there 2B read and viewed on all the blogs stamped and time date certified, at www.blogger.com/ and just type in “BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN”. It sure is fascinating as well, 2 me aniwho peeps, how adding up these 3 digits from the 1980 dreaming-interaction with GG, of 4, 5, and 9, equals the sum of SORIAN-‘18’.
The 6th dimension lies above and beyond the hyperspace. It is a realm that literally transmits energies downward lower dimensionally, into the 5th dimension of parallel space-time universes. The mind is everything just as many enlightened persons know, only they R so clueless beyond this point as 2 just Y and how this mind is indeed everything. In later blogs, I will tell ultra forbidden things that U can do with the minds U all have. But know this, friends and foes, it is not YOUR mind, U can buy into that fucked up illusion all U wanna, but the word BULLSHIT comes right 2 mind with me, as I totally know better, YO. The downside with doing anything that I’ll B telling and showing later on in August, unless this fucking crap backs off significantly, is that U never can catch the vig, as gamblers might C this as. If U always dreamed of punching someone U hate were 2 happen, in long run, U will suffer more than any happy quick thrill or fix U get out of punching this person. U either get punched back harder and worse, or end up in legal troubles, but one way or another, the average person is always going and running into a negative vig just as if they were spending their lifetime in a casino playing games house-rigged with an advantage on all of these games from 1-6% and more with slot machines, much more. This fix is all legal, and is known as house vigorish, or shortened 2 house-vig. Even the luckiest peeps on this planet, suffer through life-vig. There is always pain and suffering and eventual death, and if U can live healthy up 2 the day that U die, U will start 2 watch friends or loved ones suffer in pain with diseases and eventually come 2 watch them die and lose them, looking at shit from a human and material vantage point of course, but illusion tricks the awake mind with total power, and that is indeed how we all C and perceive the so-called reality around us, BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here R a few silly things that will get your minds just wondering about things, perhaps in your own lives, perhaps not, just B open minded and read, BRO. When I get a loud music attack at home, and hold my ears so tight, in addition 2 the earplugs always worn by me, the sound will go away. If I do this, and take my hands away from my ears after a couple minutes, the sound completely HAS gone away. Every time I tell some of my friends at the place where I work, anything whatsoever about the horrors of August 2nd, and any of the story, a boss comes up out of nowhere. When I am looking 2 find a boss, there never is one. Now, when I need 2 find a boss, I do not operate humanly any longer, I instead use the knowledge that I have, and yes, up pops a boss. The entire parallel universe system or all of the entire hyperspace is not what is going on, as what is going on is really inside of a larger enclosure, the 6th-DIMENSION. Knowing this, and acting totally on what is known, FOREVER ALTERS EXISTENCE. When U know, U know, and “FAITH” has squat ass shit 2 do with any of it. When a dude comes up 2U and slugs U hard in the guts, U need no faith 2 believe that U have been hit and it hurts like hell, THIS is what I am talking about here, this and only this.
MAGNESONIC: Open command G-7. Go 2 all general and all special orders at maximum power. Your gain levels R set at maximum infinity of 11.8. All controls R now being maxed out against this gain power. Scan the entire sixth dimension 4 whatever and whoever wants harm 2 endlessly attach itself 2 me. On your transpower block is an image-object. I have totally crushed and singed this image-object. Computer, U will respond through this electronic computer, U no longer R my machine at Highview Apartments in Williamstown, New Jersey from the year 1985. UR totally under my power and control. Instead of my voice print, read my thought energy system as I type this. It must match my voice print right now, MMMMMMMM. I repeat, MMMMMM. Now U have heard my voice print, and the dual tones from the telephone system attached once, now R being heard by my mind, and UR picking it up later. All entities R now being totally destroyed that want 2 continually harm me, your creator, and a totally innocent person. Under a crush destruct, singe destruct, total destruct-DESTRUCT order, on an (I) to (D), (A)-(B) tone, phasing punishment system, U now will hear the A-TONE in my mind, EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Now U will hear the B-TONE in my mind. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, G-901, G-189, G-1133, under CG-39, CG-5555, AND-STOP!!
Well, I have asked these diseased jerk offs 2 leave me alone, and they will not. So let us now C what happens as this world starts 2 really freaking rock and roll, YO!!!!!
End Transmission.
SAFE JOURNAL, BLOG CHAPTER #00010
WORLD LABORATORIES 2297, SBT-DATFILE:
C00010-080310.643---Subtitle: Welcome Back Louise Hendertrailkotter
Beginning Transmission:
I am under a major mother fucking cunt swallowing death siege, or was, yesterday, and knew late on Sunday night it would indeed B there, as when shit starts on a night B4 the bad day, the bad day is just about totally dependable 4 freaking occurring. The shit used a lot now is extreme neighborhood noise with the king rapper of the area and his dirt bag 13 bells of foundation destroying sound pressure crap ass noise at C-SQ-YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When this is extra bad at night, late, between say about 10 P and 2 A, FORT PIERCE POLICE DEPARTMENT, I can always expect a huge bad ass problem the following day, and normally mostly in the fucking skies. This unlike last week was all done with super ass fucking major chemtrails, not choppers and planes and military garbage crafts all up my ass, all though when I arrived at my work place around 10 minutes B4 eight in the morning, the same piece of ugly fucking shit fighter plane charged right at me from the fucking northeast, low and horrendously fucking loud. This same craft and many others have all been persecuting me and on me like flies on garbage, ever since this nightmare hell all started in 1986.
4 two straight Mondays, I have been put through a major aerial death ass siege, major huge freaking ass hyper ass time, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It went into last Tuesday, only this Tuesday, ‘THEY’ had things better planned than the boring same old-same old, so in lieu of air shit from the wicked fucking diseased MILI-2-FORCE, jag offs, they used my problem since June 4th of 1983, or really turn of the century mother fucking problem after they knocked off the doctor that kept me properly prescribed so I can swallow and eat and function and live, these cock sucking pricks all want 2 totally FUCKING MURDER ME AND GET SCOTT FREE AWAY WITH IT, JUST AS THEY GOT AWAY WITH MURDERING MY MOTHER AND DAVID CHARLES ROTH. My mother was not murdered when she died physically on Saturday morning on the 4th day of fucking diseased March of 2000, but really, when she was DEMONICALLY POSSESSED BY DEMON LICKING PAULA KING, the early morning hours somewhere following Christmas Day in the fucking year of 1997, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Today, instead of last weeks’ continued fucking aerial attacks, here is what was done. When they would not let me pick up my very needed medication, LORAZEPAM, that I have been on faithfully, since July somewhere in 1983, late in the month, when a doctor from the Atlantic Islands somewhere, working in the West Jersey Hospital System of Berlin, New Jersey, USAESMWG, decided 2 prescribe this in hopes that it may alleviate some of my mother fucking horrific ass suffering, when I tried 2 order this on the telephone at my pharmacist, the Fort Pierce Mal-Mart, a new government NARK SQUAD firewall comes up on the computer, and even though it says 2 order these meds 2 days in advance of the precise run pout date, they will not allow one hour any more. So if anything goes wrong, it is my tough luck, B it a car problem, a computer glitch, or any one of a million possibilities, these dirt bags know they fucking have me but fucking good lads and fucking lassies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This time, it was a computer glitch at the fucking insurance company that manages my care through my Medicare disability plans, called “QHP of Florida”. It all got resolved, after totally fucking ruining my day, every MOTHER FUCKING DAY IS BEING DESTROYED AND WIPED OUT BY MY SICK FUCKING DA GAMA ENEMY, EVERY MOTHER FUCKING ONE, AND IF IT DOES NOT STOP, EXPECT MAJOR FUCKING RETALIATION, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U can flag this fucking blog, or U can blog this fucking flag, C if I care, I am telling whoever is wrecking every minute of my fucking life, that if this shit does not back the fuck off, right fucking now, I WILL KILL SOME OF U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I never thought I’d hear myself make that threat, and threat it is, as no one can take endless persefuckingcution and suffering, NOBODY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The problem remains is that I would never shed any innocent blood, and I would have 2 know 100% beyond the shit hole shadow of any possible ass doubt just who deserves 2 die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First of all, neither U nor I, simply put, R not now or ever capable, of placing what is happening 2 me in a box. U just cannot put this in a box. There R indeed constants that exist in and throughout all of this. YES THERE R, folks, but that is apples and oranges, the constants help only when certain things in a much larger and more complex situation is focused on while pertaining 2 a miniscule level of this ‘bigger picture’, or sort of as with one drop of that ocean at that moment, and just as with the cited example in this blog opening, with the fact that super bad ass BOTBAR days 4 me, R just about always preceded by nasty late evening noise attacks or aerial shit, if none other than a huge chemtrails attack all around my proximity. These constants R many, and after years of my suffering through this hellishness with CALLIOTTAMM and WOMOTAWF, unless totally retarded and fucked up, one cannot help but begin seeing many recognizable repeating mother fucking patterns. Naturally, a few exceptions 2 this rule or any rule, R within the possibility factor, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes the great MCUR system was blown away last week, but that also, was another CONSTANT here. I have played with this mother fucking bull shit now since this fucking century came the hell in, BRO!!!!!!!!!!
I will hit on many short burst things on this blog, as I need 2 counterstrike, and this is my only weapon, PUBLICALLY TELLING SECRETS THAT \\\{{{(((“T-H-E-Y”)))}}}\\\ WOULD MUCH RATHER ME SHUT THE Sidney Cohen Crown shit about, despite the fact that they also saw 2 it quite early on in my life, that I am totally certified, as a pure ‘Credibility Destroyer’, if ever there is one, YO. This can B referred 2 as the 3rd “CD”, and one that nobody wants 2 buy, BRAH!!!!!!!!! Yes, Monday of this week, and Monday of last week, will now B discussed on this blogging text in a bit more elucidated detail.
Last Monday is where I’ll begin the runt slapping story, and if UR not IQ handicapped major hyper ass time, U will begin seeing the major 8 day pattern now, of using my needed medication, as a weapon and a tool against me, something that is by no means one bit new, it has been going on since they whacked my doctor in Westmont, New Jersey, his name was Frank Addiego, on Park Avenue, not STUDIO, YO!!!!!!!!! This doctor knew me from the age of ten years, and certified me 4 the great Camp Chesapeake, in Northeast, Maryland, as camp kids in those days and most likely still today, need a physical exam B4 they can B enrolled in summer camp. All was fine at work that day, a rare occasion. I drove home 4 a snack bite and 45 minutes relaxation, and then drove 2 my new Florida doctor, as U know from past blogs, I no longer use the coconut doctor down in White City, bad vibes and symbols right off, Jewelly’s Great City, really HER GREAT DAUGHTER!!!!!!!!!! U know peeps, a child with a runny stinking nose can CY my enemies whacked and iced my pal Dave. He would have eventually figured out this entire mess, way B4 it really may have been, as SHE puts it, (((((“2-LATE”)))))}}}}. First, SSJK used 2 knock the shit out of me when I would not obey her, in HER PALACE on KANWAL AVENUE, in HER great city of SDK, but what was my favorite room in the entire palace? {{{(((THE LONG ROOM)))}}}!!!! The entire ATLANTIC COUNTY PROSECUTORS OFFICE knows all of this back as far as 2006; as they have Eddie Himacane’s freaking confiscated computer and hard drive web site of the MORIANITY-FOUNDATION!!!!!!!!!!!!! Remember how he was caught violation the conditions and terms of his probation? Still, more than one world is involved here, just like many repeating wild dreaming interactions regarding a certain EGG HARBOR NEW JERSEY MYSTERIOUS SCHOOL OR DETENTION CENTER!!!!!!!!!!! In one reality, I distinctly remember ladies and gentlemen, that his probation officer was over in his trailer, as I was right there, and this PO totally knew that Eddie had his laptop computer. The terms were simply that he could not legally access the INTERNET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then after the chocolate and vanilla cupcakes and automobile registration murder around when else but Christmas time a number of years back, and like it or not WORLD, I TOTALLY REMEMBER THESE 2 DIFFERENT WORLDS AND REALITIES, this is not some made fucking up science fiction story, THIS IS MOTHER FUCKING REAL PEEPS!!!! Suddenly I was just hurled and retraced into a world quite similar and yet not totally, where many things were not the way that they fucking used 2B, right down 2 a world where I said something on a tape B4 a song started, called, “REAL GOOD GIRL”, and other things happened 2 weeks or so shy of that, that all led up 2 one pissed off teen aged girl, huh Senator Thompson Furyboz??????????? Still, I believe the reason that between late 1990 and middle 1993, that I never went 2 jail, was because MI never told mommy, PTL, huh Pat Rob?????????????????????? Still, my mom was killed over this, and in addition, they tried about 17 months B that death sleep attack, at the Turnersville Pathmark Shopping Center, in Washington Township in New Jersey, USAESMWG, on Friday afternoon, on the 2nd day of the 8th month, back in 1996. Mi mom never was the same after this, and it was ten years 2 the very day, that fateful Friday night just past ten PM in New York City, on August second of 1986. Thank the fucking gods that the VASCO DA GAMA descendant gang cannot make my blogs on the mighty GOOGLE ENGINE OWNED AND CONTROLLED WEBSITE 4 BLOGGERS, known as WWW.BLOGGER.COM/ JUST DISAPPEAR AND GO AWAY, as they did my life journal of 26 years. Many peeps want me and my hellish tales 2 vanish into David Copperfield’s hat, but now, THIS SAFE JOURNAL, WILL NOT B DOING THIS, *******B-R-O*******!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is also YI always instinctively fucking used the UNITED STATES COPYRIGHT OFFICE, but this is a real story that may never B safely harped on with 2 much fucking detailed elaboration, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Very soon, I will B copyrighting my entire URL blogging system on all sites, remember there is a missing period on blogger dot com, as last summer, a major fucking hack made it impossible 2 log onto the site. 4 right now however, let me tell the last 8-day-story of persecution, after nipping the job shit in the bud, remember peeps, when U beat this fucking enemy on one particular front, they just instantly somehow freaking cosmically regroup, and launch their famous Ronald Reagan Counterattacks using entirely different methods and altering the rules of the game B4 any mortal can even begin 2C and realize what indeed has happened, it is like attempting 2 catch a lightning bolt.
I left the job and went home as I told U all, and then left again 4 the doctor, the new doctor. As soon as I left, a totally unmistakable large yet totally area confined, thick black cloud was just hovering right over the very area of my doctor, it could not have been larger than a mile long and wide, and DIANA, my lightning goddess was inside this powerful cloud. I know this because when I exited from the doctor’s office, and with successfully procuring a new doctor who understands that my need 4 this medication is physical and not freaking ass psychological, and agreed 2 write this 4 me as long as I would come in 4 regular quarterly exams, no problem. My QHP insurance will charge me 60 bucks 4 these combined 4 annual visits. As I exited relieved that a huge problem had been resolved, I heard loud booming distant thunder, and could feel my DIANA all around me. I am very sensitive; I can actually feel electrons in the air when no one else can. As I began driving towards home, no longer a million mile trip as it used 2B when I lived up north, 2C my Pennsylvania doctor that my cousin Donald Powell had put me onto, the Penn group, connected with the university where my grandfathers, my moms dad, had taught in the gymnasium there, physical education, and was employed by the university, while living at 440 South 50th Street, in Philadelphia, a mile give or take from University City, but as I began driving, huge military crafts, menacing and stalking, were dead ahead, and flying very slowly, just letting me fucking know that they knew I had succeeded and had a major victory 4 my continual survival on this diseased and fucking planet. From there, it only grew far worse, many planes, and many choppers, one of them practically crashed right into my house on 26th Street. Then when I tried ordering my meds this week, this new nark-squad firewall was suddenly on the pharmacy computer, and still they PRESSED-ON, with or without April or Lee or weird hyperspace doppelgangers and schools. Then the powerful punch again was delivered just today, I go 2 leave my work after 5 hard fucking hours, and drove 3 miles or so over 2 the fucking Wal-Mart, and boom, the same thing happened as did last month. Instead of $7.50 coming up, they want 44 bucks and change. I do not have that kind of fucking money. I drove home, called up the QHP health provider, and they said that a sudden glitch entered their computer system today, gee really?????????????? OH YEAH RIGHT, on AUGUST 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, Elton John, Saturday night was a lot more than all right, and I say this again 2 the world, I NEVER HEARD HER SAY NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If mommy had been told, I would have gone the way of Boz and obviously would have had many new experiences, in a 6X9 cell.
Now let me talk a while about the mighty kitty cat, whose BOO name is none other than GAWKY GAUKAUK!!!!!!!!!!!! The United States Copyright Office has a permanent record of this entity. Well, at least they have an officially recorded and registered song about him from my 2007 music project, YO. The SAR gives, and the SAR removeth, YO, Sorian 18 guardhouses and all, huh Governor Corzine!!!!!!!!!! There R nine freaking digits in the mathematical decimal system that most persons on this planet use every day, we all learned them in 1st fucking grade, DUH, 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8, and 9. Out of these 9 digits, the 4, the 5, and the 9, all contain exactly the same 2 digit root number in the GAWNUM, this word is made from Gawky’s Numerology, the same shit he basically taught me, along with his wife, on the bus that wild time in 1980, or really, I was ‘dreaming’ it was 1980, and had not yet ‘hurt anybody’s feelings’, YO. Now many know from many past blogs that explained in detail just how 2 perform the GAWNUM COMPATIBILITY EQUATION. What nobody has been told YET, is that another magical-sofa word grouping reversal turns this into Compatibility-Gawnum-Equation. The initials 2 this expression is none other than (CGE). If the world and the sun does not blow up 2 soon, United States Copyright Office examiners of 1984, maybe I will tell more details about CODED GENERAL EIGHTEEN order on my powerful Magnetic Sound Machine, or MAGNESONIC, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In any event, whether I tell or do not tell more about this CGE, only I know, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So there peeps. What I’ll tell now and today is a super compressed and abridged version, that one great rock star of the past, and one of my very favorite all time female recording artists, Melanie Safka, from queens, New York, and later, northern New Jersey, USAESMWG, knows only so well and perfectly, YO. U just do not put 2 much information onto a song, B it a persons’ first and last name, as this is their PCN, or PRIVATE-COSMICODED-NUMBER equivalent, or a back door information bite that the great National Security heads and chiefs think is 2 sensitive or private, such as the 18th question asked in the New Jersey test 4 Security Officers, under the SORA registration system. This involved my exact computer hacking on many word-works programs, with the (N) letter, being added many times 2 the typed in word of (RATIO), changing it 2 the word of RATION. I never meant 2 tell the details in any way, pertaining 2 the question on this test. I was only attempting 2 officially record the fact that theses hacks done 2 me were even done 2 the SORA system and these tests given 2 the security officers of the state of New Jersey, in the year of 2007. All hell was breaking loose around me after 2007 kept going, and after more than a year of my serious blogging. I was letting out way 2 much fucking secret shit, and no matter how mother fucking certified I may B, secrets R secrets, let me explain just what I mean. If I give out the precise information online right now on how 2 bring back the dead with laser trace technology, being certified does not guarantee that some BOZO clown out on the net will not try and build this thing, and then POW, the world alters forever, ion this timeline of the 5th dimensional hyperspace, YO!!!!!!!! Those yummy cupcakes from good old Egg Harbor’s Incollingo Grocery Store, wow, does it really get a lot better than this, Mister Spielberg, Mister King, and Mister Geffen? Now 2 get fucking back 2 other shit. OK, so I must go back every once in a damn while, and do shit, if I did not fight this in my layers of unconsciousness, they would have destroyed humanity a long time ago. I had 2 let U all know that I could insert things like “MI”, and “FUCK THIS SHIT”, and write the lyrical content 2 so many of my 1980-1986 songs, especially 1983. Imagine Henry Fonda staring in a movie back in the fifties where somebody says “FUCK THIS SHIT”? Well they do, just get the movie called, “12 Angry Men”, and listen carefully and hard right after the dude with the foreign accent says “Pardon, I want 2 change my vote 2 not guilty” The Copyright Office Examiners have the original “REAL GOOD GIRL on cassette tapes, hopefully by now recorded digitally onto a new format. I believe my copyrights R good in this and many other countries globally 4 a period of 75 years. Anyway, back now 2 the way we compute the GAWNUM, 2C what is and what is not, COMPATBNLE. 4 an example, my PCN is 871, and is compatible with many other PCN’s, as well as not compatible with many others. U simply add the 2 things being compared. If at least one digit-match in the total is existing in both PCN’s being compared, then it is compatible (C). If however, no match of at least one digit exists in both however, it is then non-compatibility (N). Now, what has never been blogged, even though I have discussed 3 and 4 way match ups, turning words and numbers and entire sentences into PCN’s, and even the methodologies 4 arriving at hexnumers, what I now say, has not been told, it has been saved 4 a powerful day, and this fucking day is powerful, I am one fucking poised off fucking dude peeps, YO!!!!!!!! Gawky, the large black ASTRAL PLANE panther cat, as many of U know, and I; go back throughout all infinity. This is not saying a lot, we all do. I merely have the complete awareness of this, and that is the difference. Now moving on and leaving this point entirely alone 4 today, the digits out of the nine from 1-9, that R either 1,2,3,6,7, or 8, all have PRIVATE-COSMICODED-NUMBERS or PCN’s, that R totally C with my PCN of 871. The only 4 that do not match-out and thus R non-compats or N, R the digits of 4, 5, and 9. Power exists in all of this, greater fucking power than the entire superpower USA government has clue number point oh one about, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here is a benign little sentence on the surface: “WHEN MARK MOHR WAS IN NEW YORK CITY IN NINETEEN-EIGHTY-SIX, ALL HIS TROUBLES WITH ENEMIES RESULTED”. This is PCN-817. Add up now this PCN-817 and my PCN of 871, and we get the PCNT or PCN-TOTAL. This comes 2 the total of (1688), and this is a maximum major 100% compatibility. Querying cosmos using this ‘GAWNUM’ with that sentence, verifies as my Uncle Heinz Gottwald would put it so greatly, from Babylon, New York back in the year of 1972, “IN MY MIND” that both now today, this very yesterday up here in 2010, as well as my DAY OF TERRORISM WITH MY POOR MOM GETTING HER LIFE AND MY LIFE THREATENED AT THAT HORRIBLE SHOPPING CENTER BACK IN NEW JERSEY IN 1996, back on AUGUST 2, the very day 24 years back yesterday that I did not hear that tall lovely curly haired high school kid ever once say “NO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not accusing, but I am saying that both Thomas J. Reale, the child molester from Somers Point, in New Jersey, USAESMWG, and the rest of his lovely VASCO DA GAMA family, R obviously connected with me and have been right freaking along, without me ever knowing any of it, not until this hell all really began 2 take form and shape in middle oh-eight, and it all is right there 2B read and viewed on all the blogs stamped and time date certified, at www.blogger.com/ and just type in “BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN”. It sure is fascinating as well, 2 me aniwho peeps, how adding up these 3 digits from the 1980 dreaming-interaction with GG, of 4, 5, and 9, equals the sum of SORIAN-‘18’.
The 6th dimension lies above and beyond the hyperspace. It is a realm that literally transmits energies downward lower dimensionally, into the 5th dimension of parallel space-time universes. The mind is everything just as many enlightened persons know, only they R so clueless beyond this point as 2 just Y and how this mind is indeed everything. In later blogs, I will tell ultra forbidden things that U can do with the minds U all have. But know this, friends and foes, it is not YOUR mind, U can buy into that fucked up illusion all U wanna, but the word BULLSHIT comes right 2 mind with me, as I totally know better, YO. The downside with doing anything that I’ll B telling and showing later on in August, unless this fucking crap backs off significantly, is that U never can catch the vig, as gamblers might C this as. If U always dreamed of punching someone U hate were 2 happen, in long run, U will suffer more than any happy quick thrill or fix U get out of punching this person. U either get punched back harder and worse, or end up in legal troubles, but one way or another, the average person is always going and running into a negative vig just as if they were spending their lifetime in a casino playing games house-rigged with an advantage on all of these games from 1-6% and more with slot machines, much more. This fix is all legal, and is known as house vigorish, or shortened 2 house-vig. Even the luckiest peeps on this planet, suffer through life-vig. There is always pain and suffering and eventual death, and if U can live healthy up 2 the day that U die, U will start 2 watch friends or loved ones suffer in pain with diseases and eventually come 2 watch them die and lose them, looking at shit from a human and material vantage point of course, but illusion tricks the awake mind with total power, and that is indeed how we all C and perceive the so-called reality around us, BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here R a few silly things that will get your minds just wondering about things, perhaps in your own lives, perhaps not, just B open minded and read, BRO. When I get a loud music attack at home, and hold my ears so tight, in addition 2 the earplugs always worn by me, the sound will go away. If I do this, and take my hands away from my ears after a couple minutes, the sound completely HAS gone away. Every time I tell some of my friends at the place where I work, anything whatsoever about the horrors of August 2nd, and any of the story, a boss comes up out of nowhere. When I am looking 2 find a boss, there never is one. Now, when I need 2 find a boss, I do not operate humanly any longer, I instead use the knowledge that I have, and yes, up pops a boss. The entire parallel universe system or all of the entire hyperspace is not what is going on, as what is going on is really inside of a larger enclosure, the 6th-DIMENSION. Knowing this, and acting totally on what is known, FOREVER ALTERS EXISTENCE. When U know, U know, and “FAITH” has squat ass shit 2 do with any of it. When a dude comes up 2U and slugs U hard in the guts, U need no faith 2 believe that U have been hit and it hurts like hell, THIS is what I am talking about here, this and only this.
MAGNESONIC: Open command G-7. Go 2 all general and all special orders at maximum power. Your gain levels R set at maximum infinity of 11.8. All controls R now being maxed out against this gain power. Scan the entire sixth dimension 4 whatever and whoever wants harm 2 endlessly attach itself 2 me. On your transpower block is an image-object. I have totally crushed and singed this image-object. Computer, U will respond through this electronic computer, U no longer R my machine at Highview Apartments in Williamstown, New Jersey from the year 1985. UR totally under my power and control. Instead of my voice print, read my thought energy system as I type this. It must match my voice print right now, MMMMMMMM. I repeat, MMMMMM. Now U have heard my voice print, and the dual tones from the telephone system attached once, now R being heard by my mind, and UR picking it up later. All entities R now being totally destroyed that want 2 continually harm me, your creator, and a totally innocent person. Under a crush destruct, singe destruct, total destruct-DESTRUCT order, on an (I) to (D), (A)-(B) tone, phasing punishment system, U now will hear the A-TONE in my mind, EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Now U will hear the B-TONE in my mind. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, G-901, G-189, G-1133, under CG-39, CG-5555, AND-STOP!!
Well, I have asked these diseased jerk offs 2 leave me alone, and they will not. So let us now C what happens as this world starts 2 really freaking rock and roll, YO!!!!!
End Transmission.
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