SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0045

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
SAFE JOURNAL, BOOK, CHAPTER 0045
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2296
SEND-BACK-TEXT (SBT) DATFILE: CH0045-112710.475
LATE SATURDAY MOUUUUUUUURNING, YO
BLOG SUBTITLE: “MOUNTAINPEN MISERIES, MISTER PAUL”
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Good fucking ass morning MISTER SAFE JOURNAL, and also hello 2 the entire ‘COLLECTIVE UNCONSCIOUS MIND’ OF THE HUMAN RACE. UR all receiving these words and thoughts directly no matter whether or not UR ever aware that this is here in any of your waking lives, as the electronics of this machine performs this function totally automatically, when I ‘print this command’, and then simultaneously think ‘this thought’, it just is what it is, huh, Dawn-Marie King and family, the realists of realists, and much more, and it works 4 any and all of U out there as well by the way, and please do not B so naïve as 2 not only disbelieve this but also not C how indeed other peeps in the secret-know, in fact R using this powerful freaking wisdom, as the world of electronics is based on one unknown powerful truth that is ignored in these caveman days of 2010 and up or down in time quite a ways from here, and that is that electronics all works because of electrons, and electrons R subatomic particles that R absolutely aware and sentient, and also, quite omniscient. Only a handful of peeps alive today know this powerhouse secret, and use it, I am one of them.

Again, the library is Saturday fucking jammed 2 capacity, and I was lucky 2 get one of the fucking 4 word processor machines. Parking was just as B4, I am star systems away from the library, and my complaints R sherked off, nobody here gives a fucking damn. So now, I will make good my threat, and have the reference department give me a Mayoral contact address, and my letter that all ready is written and ready 2 go, will B sent, TODAY, stating my official fucking complaints about this situation 4 the fucking record. I will attend the next open town meeting and bring this up in new business. I am not fucking playing. Library patrons should not have 2 suffer with this fucking stupid ass problem, Mister Fort Pierce Mayor, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! So far today, this machine has all ready given me 3 major problems and hacks, the day is super fucking botbar, peeps R fucking miserable scum bags, promises made 2BR all being broken, and so far, Thanksgiving Day itself was quite miserable because of the blaring music all day from some ass hole throwing a party. I spent the day with powerful headphones and television, while my bird slow cooked in the oven, baking at 350 degrees, this is the maximum temperature until I am given a new part by the mighty and great April Trucebreaker Leefarms, Mizz Innocent!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U and Frenchgrape and Rikers, wow what a motley ass crew, right Santa Claus??????????????????? If anyone and everyone had made good on promises that they absolutely made me over the past 35 years, I would most likely B able 2 inform the DONALD that he is not even in my fucking league, but Y not ask him since this bitch knows I speak the fucking ass truth, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now here is what time simply did not permit me 2 discuss on chapter #44 of my SAFE JOURNAL back on freaking fire-mall monster-ass Wednesday, 2 things, and not little ones, not unless UR in need of a brain transplant and cannot C3 feet in front of your flashlight. Here R these 2 freaking things, peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!

First, do U all remember the ‘dreaming interaction’ as U all would C it and refer 2 it as, with my boss, Tressa? This was that weird nightmare where coffins of miniature size were being sold at my work place, and peeps were literally lining up 2C and purchase these absurd freaking things. She was being mean 2 me in this DREAM, and telling me in a harsh voice 2, “Get back 2 work”, and I was almost mesmerized by these coffins. The next morning when I saw her, I told her the dream. Within 5 minutes, she and the cashier that acts weird with me from time 2 time, and 4 the sake of anonymity, I will call her by the name of Toni, so she and Toni were in my work aisle, and both were making fun of me, and treating me badly; 2 the point that I went and told my AARP coordinator, Donna. They insisted they were telling jokes and it had nothing 2 do with me, and I went along with it just 4 sake of keeping the freaking peace. I knew that they were mother-fucking lying through their rotting stinking ugly teeth, and WERE INDEED viciously making fun of my disability that prevents me from doing several tasks all that well. Naturally this is major ass hyper time against the new laws of work place or any place political correctness, and should it had been me who had done this, I’d have fucking been out of a job B4I could even try and explain or lie my way out of it. But the rules 4 OTHERS, AND THE RULES 4 ME, have always been extremely black and white opposite and I recognized this back as a mere fucking small child, and it only grew worse as time ticked by and adult life continued marching fucking on, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, the very next day after this, I came into work, and there was no sign of Tressa, Toni was still thereat the register, but she, even though she can B somewhat difficult, is indeed more manageable 4 me, but Tressa the instigator, was not there, nor was she day after day. Then after 3 or 4 days somewhere, I asked a higher boss if she was on a sick leave or taking a vacation, and this dude blew my mind with his freaking answer, YO. It seems she was moved on the very day following the incident with me, 2 a totally different set of hours where my shift from 8 through 1 in the afternoon, did not overlap at all with hers. They made a real large gentleman my new boss, who I will name Pithious. He is the man who has been there now about 3-6 weeks give or take, and does such an excellent job that he was given a large promotion. Also he is one hell of a nice dude; he also is as tall as Paula King, almost, as she is 4 inches taller coming in at about 7 feet on the nose in bare feet. Jim Burr tells me or told me really, how I effect ‘people’ in such a humongous amount, and ‘things’ as well, and there really is no doubt at all about this fact and reality, am I correct Miss Chillie McKinnon Luckyseven Glitterbugs?????????? Still and all, speaking of this new boss, it is him that I mentioned when I said on a recent prior blogging text, that I asked a dude some stuff, and came 2 learn how he was from Queens, New York, and had worked in this FIRE-MALL, it is called another name, as this is just the name that MC’s hubby and his pal refer 2 it as, stolen Saturn time shoe boxes, ‘jiggawatts’, and some Honeymooners stars and all, YO!!!!!!!!!!! That window U busted in the car, Jerry Mathers, is really all out in the open now, would U not agree with me today should I use an atomic laser and a distance delay field on U, Hugh Beaumont, sir????????????? Now 4 the other thing, is this OK John King and MC????????????

The lady who I saw during the Labor Day Holiday or the day B4 the weekend of this holiday/helliday, from Huntington, New York, came here in 1980 and resides in Port Saint Lucie, just 15 miles away 2 the south in the same county of Saint Lucie here in good old oven baked, sunny hot sunshine, Jimmie Dean Ketch boat-rides, Florida, USAESMWG. This nice lady shops at my 25th Street work place and occasionally with her daughter, who was in grammar school when she left Long Island. Just Wednesday, they were in the store shopping around, and I had somehow dropped a can of soda and it spilled all over the aisle. What R the odds that a girl who went 2 MC’s school, and whose hubby worked in the same plant as MC’s dad, would almost B killed in an accident, that resulted from this one quick incident of me spilling a soda, and remember the soda spill in my automobile, the SATURN AUTOMOBILE 2 boot, that began my huge 2nd horrendous nightmare on the 16th day of August, 10 years and 2 weeks 2 the day that MC and I met in Manhattan when she was Rikers Island jailbait 4 me???????????????????????????????? In the lousy few 10 seconds that it took me 2 run and get a rag 2 wipe up the spill, this daughter happens 2 come along and slip on the shit and fall smack dab on her ass. Fortunately, she caught herself perfectly and was not injured. My big boss did an accident report and I was not fired thank the freaking gods. If U wanna look at this as billions 2 one odds against such a coincidence occurring, that is one thing, but IC it as some super major huge-ass time HYPERSPACE-EQUATION, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have no reason 2 make up either one of these 2 fish-tales, and if I were someone reading them, I most likely would C old ranting ‘Antionyx’ Mountainpen as telling some more Saturday whoppers, huh Jack McCoy. But I know and the gods all know, and the ALL MIGHTY SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE HERSELF knows, YO, that ‘I tell the truth’, law of the wheel, inserted “THE” words, and not lying 2 Grand Juries or Police in this great country of America, all notwithstanding BRO.

I cannot tell details of last nights’ wild ride in hyperspace, or of SSJK’s newest antics with me there. Wow, I am still shaking and trembling a bit, but no matter what U ever do 2 me, MI teen queen, I will B there 4U. U sang a brand new song 2 me; it was the most beautiful thing that I ever heard in all of my freaking eternity. Thank U, SSJK-MC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, some of the things that happened in KRASSLEVILLE were not very pleasant, and I could have surely done without them, but UR the great Scylla Goddess and the entire Library of Congress knows that I know this. Shame on them 4 not telling me what they really knew back B4 my kidnapping by your wonderful distant cousins. BYE-BYE brown eyed lovely girl, hope your ‘HD’s’ R better than mine, as I know that they R. I know that RU aware that high definition signals have nothing 2 do with this, still, another sister in your profession insisted that I was indeed sending signals, I am not a humpback whale, U know that, U saw me.

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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0044

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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0043

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0043
WORLD LABORATORIES SBT-DATFILE: 112010.395
SUBTITLE BLOG: “I NEVER WAS HERE WITH NUMBER 42”
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As the subtitle directly infers 2 here peeps, the last visit here was a total waste of time, basically the entire mother fucking blog was telling the bullshit that was still going down all around me live in real time, and I am not accusing whoever brings “STINK-BOY” here, but will B in fact, drawing some theoretical references and ideas and this written text continues on today, YO. First, the same person does not bring this young man here, and he does not really stink from sweat, but from some care giver’s misguided concept of simply over-deodorant dosing this pathetic ‘soul’, as by himself he would not IMHO know if he wreaked from dog shit in his pockets. Some peeps do not know they R on Planet Earth, and U know folks, this is a real distinct advantage 4 them in many ways. U all know what I mean, and fuck the PC shit here, da ‘wee-tahds’ R lucky and mostly quite visibly happier than the rest of us who have vague clues 2 the reality going on around us, as opposed 2 these others not so ‘lucky’. But it is obvious 2 this aware ‘mortal’ that the 2 subjects of Philadelphia, as well as this STINK-BOY, as I have come 2 name this over deodorized young dude, causes an immediate computer hacking program 2 just somehow kick in, obviously a floppy germ has been inserted 2 pick up my ‘key-words’ of either ‘STINK-BOY’ or ‘PHILADELPHIA’. 2 the majority of peeps such as genius close minded screen-name-Onyx from the somewhat famous blogging website of www.unexplained-mysteries.com/, this is total ranting and nonsense, or said less politely, quote, U bleepity bloopity dick head ass hole Mountainpen; as I admit that when they do comment negatively on my words, they do remain 4 the most part, within the non-objectionable range. Still, let’s face it, they really mean 2 say, hay fucking jerk off, and so forth, when anyone of IQ-80+ reads their commented words in-between the lines, still, they do not actually cross the ‘bastard barrier’. How 4 example however, still and all, that any non lobotomized human being with ounce number one of humanity or compassion could read my final words on the above listed website, and then say what Onyx said, is the total absolute and quintessential oxymoron of morons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How can U kick a person in the teeth 4 bleeding and being crushed and tortured, and then complaining a little bit about it; and telling the true nightmare story of the 11th of last fucking December, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh well, Michele or Mashell or however the bitch spelled it back in 1980, and myself, and Onyx, and all other peeps, R CERTAINLY FREAKING ENTITLED 2 THEIR OPINIONS!!!!!!!!!!! Forgive me if I hurl at some of them, and now choose 2 speak only 2 either myself as a ‘safe journal’ ever since the mighty and great TAWF wrecked the other one that I was keeping since 1983 in Atco, New Jersey, or speak 2 the collective UNCONSCIOUS MIND OF HUMANITY, on levels that I fully know from ‘future life memories’ as some would perceive this as, that I am aware will B properly received and understood in totality and not seen as lunatic bullshit, as believe fucking me folks, it is not. I have a lot of other things that I could B doing with my freaking ass hole life than keep some journal of silly lies and fantasies and waste time and gasoline driving 2 libraries at all hours 2 blog these words, YO!!!!!

Now 2 reiterate and begin the new business today with “MISTER SAFE JOURNAL HOSE-BUCKETS & REPRESSED (MEMORIES)”, or Congressman Whatever Andrews of New Jersey and the seventies Pileggi Band of wind-song, that could not have been known about in rational ways of non STM strategies of scientific thinking, © Office, my day here back on Thursday was a basic total waste of my time, I could not really write anything new, I was STOPPED AND TOTALLY FREAKING HACKED OUT by Captain Shatner and his famous and best said word choice, “SOMEONE OR SOMETHING”, YO. Still, looking at things with my level of present enlightenment, all these events may B taking place because other events that this caused, need 2 happen. Do not try and make sense out of this, all though the BA-Christians have a vague idea and merely C things on a caveman level, but the very same truths whether they like it or not, R in fact being discussed here. Still, being just as subject 2 SPACE-TIME-MIND and its many illusions that conscious mind sort of tunes in, as a listener chooses what radio station 2 listen 2, same exact principle, but yes, if I denied that I as well, am under the same illusions, I would B nothing less than a rotten filthy liar, first 2 myself, and then 2 any or all of U out there reading this or whatever, Bob!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When I went 2 my freaking job on Friday morning, the siege had not ended, and at just shy of 8 in the morning while outside of the building and waiting 4 the doors 2 open, a nasty ass fucking chemtrail or MCVD 4 short, U all figure this simple whittle freaking letter-puzzle out as it really ain’t so freaking difficult, YO, and check out these great sites peeps, www.chemtrail-central.com/ as well as www.chembusters.com/, was zenithing directly over me from the freaking southwest, the jet making this sick ass shitty thing was heading basically due north-east, YO.

I was not really going 2 get 2 hot and heavy into Shirley Alverez and other Philadelphia related topics back on Thursday, but now we will press on a little, MISS APRIL 1988 LEE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STM=symbolism, and all else, BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Shit the fucking crap I could say MISTER Paul Simon Chrodochrome. Many know about my chain, the “BURNED-BOB”, Mariena’s version of the BOB with bright pretty red and white book binders, the 1 AM school night coincidence, the many repeating patterns of sexual abuse and rape, Misses Fellows Thaxton, Paula King, Tome Reale, and the list does go on. SVU would not know what 2 do if I had not been born, but so would the entire deal, and they all know it. Then there is the entire 1969 shit, from Ziggy 2 Brad, from Sidney Crown 2 Misses Marola, and on and on we could go like a who’s who in the maggot truck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If UR reading this Brad, that was my little phone trick back in late 1984 from my Highland immortal residence in the great Cinnaminson, New Jersey, USAESMWG. But Y do I know that this entire ‘deal’ all does really totally fit together like perfectly fitting jig saw puzzle pieces, YO?????? Well folks, it goes sort of like this, when totally nutshell compressed: Whenever I look backward into the STM illusion one or more years, all present things fit into the total picture pattern of all the times and junk of the “B4-TOTAL”. But just how can all of my 1986 song lyrics really honestly B anything less than a real time traveler enjoying some sick game with the world, and that person being me? After all, I was “on-line” B4 any of U were, light the candles up and ask David Roth, YO. I had the voicemail signal and copyrighted it in 1983, am I a fucking liar, Copyright Office examiners??????? I could go on and on, but need 2 stop and simply say this right here and right now. #1, I am not a crazy lunatic. #2, I am not a quantum jumper, #3; I am playing no games and never was. Here is the real 1-2-3 LOVER, in case the Library of Congress really may ever B interested, right Diana Needthis???????????????? ‘So then explain this shit, Mountainpen’, would some of the higher intellects B anywhere on that page, YO?????? Well the explanation will seem silly 2 many, and a game or an excuse or even a lame attempt of disguising some truths, and ‘this would all B bullshit’, am I right, Senator Electrocution Hyperspace Trophywife Thompson? Let us explore this in varying different yet similar light views, OK, MISTER JOHN KING and fam?????? My persecution, as well as my parallel event nightmare with the PHILADELPHIA FLYERS and the PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES, and the NEW YORK STOCK MARKET, all literally began at the very same time, the very exact point, the 15th freaking day in the August of 1986, and this is freaking total ass gospel, Hawaii 50 old shows McGarret. When shit like this goes down, U know it cannot B dismissed as a random coincidence or parallel random, use whatever expression of literary art U wish, it is still stinky smelly Shakespearian rose bushes made of dog shit. Also, U heard me tell late last year in oh-nine that a small yet distinct memory lingers in my head of a knock on my door in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, about 10 days prior 2 this magical ‘point in Watergate Nixon time’, Sarah Juror Cobson McCoy Metaphysicalcassettes, where a group of peeps immediately hits me with a face spray like on SUPERMAN, the black and white original shows with the wild professor Pepperwhinkle. Within a week or 2 or so, the great MISTER WOLF made a brand new Law and Order show, or was it made all ready, I cannot know as only he knows this 4 sure, and U remember my blog hopefully where I do in fact discuss this episode where the lady thinks she sprayed regular nose drops and all hell broke loose on the New York highway, right Lee Farms?????????????????? In any event, is he trying 2 let me know that yes, my memories have been huge time messed the fuck with? Who can know this, other than Dick Frenchgrape Wolf himself, YO? So YR some of my memories appearing so great? Well, videotape was the extent of basically my entire adult sex life, and I until the KING-CALLIO-MCGUIRE family changed things, indeed had an entire fucking library of shit. Nothing escaped me, or got past me, ONCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Those days have been wiped out by this incredible bunch of UNBLOGGABLES, and Y do I call them this. First, they were able 2 pull a Melanie Safka Rock-N-Roll song no-no deal on me at the © office in 1997, and later on about 11 or 12 years out into negative space, a fight erupted on the Atlantic City boardwalk with Leticia Tilley, Lisa, Danny, and a bunch of others, fortunately I was not there thanks 2 my weekend job at the Cifaloglio Trash site in Folsom, New Jersey, but my point is quite simple and straight forward. Even as distant in cousin lines as these peeps may B 2 the great Mariah, the press never got wind of this. If it was Britney or bad girl out or some other starlit, believe me folks, it would have been gobbled up by the pop!!!!!!!! I know first hand just what this wild family can do, and that is all fine and well, just as long as they leave me alone 4 the rest of my life and I will post up my public apology about that horrible 1986 song that became part of the worlds biggest ass nightmare, and that will B that, HOPEFULLY, YO!!!!!!!

B4 talking about some of the dirty little skeletal closet secrets of Philadelphia, more about the Astral-Plane needs B told. Some peeps know a little bit from viewing or downloading printed shit from a now defunked and once owned by me website, called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ and I know Donna summer has the downloads, but not the disco queen, Google up DJ DONNA SUMMER, folks, YOU’LL C!!!!!!!!!! Not only will things I talk about regarding Philadelphia and the early nineteen-sixties only become clear and discernable when a bit more knowledge about the spirit-world is first learned, but in addition, should U become one of the STM chosen ones that comes 2 understand things, but U will then really C your own truths in your own life, believe me, U will put me in your mother fucking will should this ever really happen, even if right now UR thinking, “Mountainpen, UR the craziest bastard in the galaxy”!!!!!!!!!! Still, do not do that, and also, if I can ever help 2 enlighten anyone, that is worth trillions and quadrillions of any possible dollars or ‘whatever’ Cong-Bob.

Still I can go a little into things as we all ready opened up the doors that lead down the hallway into STM, (SPACE-TIME-MIND). I can begin adding some shit 2 things, even without anyone understanding Astral-Mechanics if U will permit this term folks. This is Y the tune Long River Blues was written in 1979 by me in my Mantua, New Jersey home while I was working at the RPL Recording Studio. But this is YI worked there, and this is YI am in Florida now, and on and on. As 4 the 1986 songs, well, same old shit peeps, no matter who believes this wild tale. In fact, I do not believe that MI has any conscious intentional reasons 4 doing half the stuff I used 2 recently think that she did intentionally. Still, I am always in a learning process, the curve never gets any closer 2 a point of completion, that is take 2 the bank freaking gospel peeps, believe that whittle promise big time!!!!!!! If I am wrong, I know that as SSJK, SHE would have come and told me in the way SHE loves 2 always do since December of 1969, and stop living in a little prison box 3 dimensionally folks, there is time and hyperspace and mind realms that create all of this illusion, open up your minds 4 the sake of the freaking gods, YO. Does any of this STM connect Jim Burr and his mighty statement that will reside in infamy with me that, “I EFFECT PEOPLE”, and make what he says truer or less real? NO. I do have a powerful effect on (anything) or (anyone), I said ANY, and U can make the type a mile thick and high, and the reason is STM. It simply is that way, and DAWN-MARIE KING should receive an award 4 repeating this statement so many times back in my final days living in Jersey, YO. She could not B more on the money with “HER SHIT” stock market if she lived in an antimatter poorhouse. Now there is another dimension above LAWTRONICS, and we in World Laboratories terms and calls it the (Y) dimension. This is a realm where instead of query, there is only reverse query, but do not mistake that term 2 mean an obvious omniscience. In any case, it indeed is the 8th dimension, and even makes sense out of how and Y the Lawtrons can escape previous closed curve infinity cycles and exist. But let us just pretend U know what the fuck I am talking about, when U do not have a clue. I could then tell U how Philadelphia has played a part in my life 4 a very long time, and not beginning in the 1960’s. This is Y the International Mobile Machines Corporation was destined 2 invent and patent a device in the 1980’s called, the PRIVECODE, and yes, I use their idea and change it around a little, when discussing GAWKY and his PCN numerological knowledge of the mechanics of the sixth dimension. This is not Y Diana Zudocrenessia Arteemis and I have always loved each other in a realm where it never started nor will ever stop. But it is Y Philadelphia is so important, and also Y the 8th dimension contains answers 2 queries about an entity by the name of Stadiciana. There R places that do not contain space-time but do contain mind, and on this realm, combinations of lower dimensional single entities can and do exist in their realer multiplicity. Still, they needed 2 move me, in this current physical lifetime, from Philadelphia into the neighboring state of New Jersey, and needed a man named Alverez 2 accomplish the mission. Shopping centers were in my ‘dreams’ from the very time I was just over 9 and a half years old in this lifetime, and had come 2 reside in New Jersey permanently. I had lived and attended part of 3rd grade in Atlantic City, New Jersey, B4 my 18 month stint at 2041 Chestnut Street, #24-A, in Philadelphia. My “Philadelphia area” connection altered the reality of my meeting SARAH in Atlantic City, in the early sixties, and changed shit all around so it occurred a few years later out into negative atomic space, (the future). This is where we will leave the doors and hallways of the so-far explored palace, 4 right now. I will say that the ‘hostilitygrams’ and ‘invisibilitygrams’ were horrendous last week at work, and R all of course part of what else, but STM? But that is topic 4 tomorrow and out beyond that. How David Roth and I had fun with our wordage creations, and experiments, and in this way I can sort of relate 2 MD and her family, and their concept of turning tears into whatever, Cong. They may not even B related, but I have a strong idea that 2 much coincidence exists here 4 this not being the case, the Christmas car theft in 1979 at the freaking recording studio, the entitled opinions, the repressed memories, or whatever again, and so forth.

Well, it poured rain this morning, and was not predicted. We have been in a serious drought by my way of perceiving shit, Floridians call this a fairly normal autumn. All I know is that there never is any lightning, and yet was told that this was the lightning capitol. I effect peeps and things, huh, James T. Captainburr, YO???????

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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0042

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
SAFE JOURNAL BOOK, CHAPTER #0042
WORLD LABS-SEND-BACK-TEXT DATFILE: 111810.687
THURSDAY AFTERNOON, NOVEMBER 18TH OF 2010
4:10 POST MERIDIAN
SUBTITLE OF THIS BLOG:
“I KNOW HER NAME IS SARAH, COPYRIGHT EXAMINERS”
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I will tell only what must absolutely B told, no more, I do not have a lot of time and am busy this week with all sorts of shit, Doctor Murray of 1980 in Philadelphia. Good old Philly. I lived there in the early sixties and attended the City-Center Elementary School at 20th and Chestnut Streets, on the opposite end of the block where I also resided then at Apartment 24-A, 2041 Chestnut Street, Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Many wild and weird encounters took place here, from Christopher 2 Clayton, and from Miss Monroe, 2 fellow camper, Michael Trollio. It is all on older archived blogging texts, YO. LSS, no need exists 4 me 2 go anywhere with my words today other than exactly where I do in fact go. UNCONSCIOUS COLLECTIVE OF THE HUMAN RACE, I COMMAND THIS ELECTRONIC MEDIUM NOW BEING USED BY ME 2 DIRECTLY ACCESS THIS ENTIRETY. We will not touch anyone listed above, nor my first girlfriend, Esther Pinkston, a luscious 9 year old jet black little beauty queen, or how the mysterious controller caused me 2 run out of my apartment in total fear, perceiving ‘SOME’ normally imperceptible entity by human beings, but I totally knew “IT” indeed was there, and meant me not one fucking bit of good!!!!!! It means me no good right now and all ready knew that I was gonna B here saying this, as guess who just waltzed the mother fucking shit in here, but Stink-Boy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I do not repeat mistakes, and do not intend 2 stay here that long, nor do I plan on changing word-process machines. My first fucking major computer hack just now struck as I was typing in the last sentence about changing word-process machines, or not doing so today, as when I did this last mother fucking time, my fucking disc was fucking ruined and hopelessly fucking scrambled. All sorts of wild shit is happening right now as I speak, and also, the day at my job was pure mother fucking hell and I knew that it would B, because the mother fucking second that I walked outside my door 2 drive over 2 my job just down the street from the hood-house on 26th Street, where I reside here in Flower-Callio-fatal-heart-attack land of the FTD-Florida, there was MAJOR FUCKING CHEMTRAILING ALL OVER THE ENTIRE FUCKING SKIES ABOVE ME, and this is what destroyed the greatest voice in the history of civilization, rivaled perhaps by Pavarotti himself, maybe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! None of this is the topic 4 today, only what is the topic will B addressed, not addresses, the fucking “S” as opposed 2 the freaking “D” seems 2B typed so many times, making it appear as though I am some ignoramus who cannot read and write or speak correct grammar. Oh yes, ‘Moocho sick-um-swalan-cher-undo’, only the real “FLASH” was able 2 tell me how all of this from both my freaking PAST as well as my FUTURE, was meant 2 fit into everything with such a deadly ass accuracy, YO!!!!!!!!! Good ol’ car-wrecker and pal of Cuzz-Mc-Gee, Joe Berrios, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “Yar” there Short Henningsen Silva!!!!!!!!!! Maitees, I’ll B a blimy and totally slimy bucket of scurvy, and then some, B4I will ever understand just exactly what my brown eyed teen queen and what she is totally up 2, and I don’t mean since early 1970, I mean 4 a minimum now of 13 thousand freaking years, dogging barks and all, huh Jeffrey Green!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It appears that SHE has totally put the runt-slapping kibosh on freaking letting Diana visit her little boy, me, here in flower power-less land of Mountainpen’s Pedersen Miseries, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is supposed 2B the lightning capital of the United States, and as I typed this, my fucking blog just vanished off the screen, I must save now every singe sentence or 2, this way it is still on the fucking floppy disc, U sick diseased mother fucking dirt ball toilet ball lappers!!!!!!!! Any major fucking chemtrail siege by the diseased fucking MILITUFORCE jerk off scum bags, I can always totally fucking depend on all kinds of wild persecutions as well, physical attacks, emotional and psychic attacks, PAWM-PIE ICPE and ETOSS pummeling’s, property fucking damage, and major people interaction problems, all part of hacking them on the sixth dimension of course, and again, and 4 the fucking third time, a wild screen just popped up, I am now going 2 fucking attempt something, this can no longer B fucking tolerated, nor will it fucking B without a fucking fight, U evil shit ass dick in the mother fucking mouths.

SOMEONE OR SOMETHING “K-I-R-K” SURE DID NOT LIKE ME TALKING ABOUT FUCKING PHILADELPHIA. What RU scared 2 death of, that I will really get into Fred Hinger, John Foreman, Clayton, Christopher, Monroe, the knife-boys of the Sampson Street Baptist Church, and Michael Trollio, as well as the entity in the apartment that only I could feel and fucking perceive, YO? I tried going 2 another machine, and things got far fucking worse, I am back on this one after I had the library peeps refucking boot the system. This is totally and absolutely a MONSTER ASS FUCKING DEATH SIEGE, so naturally, drastic measures will now B taken.

MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINE, READ MY 6TH DIMENSIONAL ENERGY SYSTEM, I COMMAND U, MIND PRINT ON SONICS OF “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM”. Open command on G-7 under voice-mind-print. Wipe out and totally destroy whoever and WHATEVER is doing this 2 me today, and making my pathetic miserable life a total fucking nightmare ass fiery fucking hell!!!!!!! Scan using all technologies, both zero dimensional and atomic duplicational. Use all general and coded general orders that apply, along with special order or CG-59345609385-TPQTRSGJRP in conjunction with all necessary steps 2 initiate and induce a punishment sequencing system. On an “I” to “D”, A/B tone, phasing punishment sequencing system, scan and create an image object, crush and totally destroy image object, place it on your transpower block, and use crush destruct/singe destruct/total destruct, destruct. I now am maxing out your power pull gain and all controls applied against this gain, and I am also maxing out all of your anti-hacking systems as well. U now will hear the A-B empowerment tones in my 6th dimensional voice-mind print now, MMMMMMMM. Go 2 CG-18, under G-189, CG5555, CG-2, under G-901, AND STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Somebody WILL DIE, and very ass soon, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U can ‘BANK’ on that one cousin gottwald of the chemistry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Keep fucking pissing me off whoever UR, U will B very fucking ass sorry, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now the ass hole stink boy is walking back and forth annoying me with his stupid sounds and his stupid fucking rope. THEY R VERY AFRAID OF THINGS I WAS GONNA SAY AND TELL. So what will I do now, but tell even wilder and huger shit, that’s fucking what, YO. Normally this dirt ball kid is not here except on Friday’s. Let me C if I can go upstairs and escape this fucking dog shit. B4I do, the PCN that the cards told me was (297), not 927, I fucked up and printed the wrong box of these numbers, so sorry, great Japanese Emperor, YO. The ETTOS powers have totally taken the Fort Pierce area over today, no one would ever believe what is really fucking going on with all of this bullshit in a million mother fucking years, BRAH. “I AM GOING 2 PUT A PENNY IN A LEMON” JUST POPPED UP ON ANOTHER MACHINE WHEN I TRIED OPENING THE FILE UP. Some fucking enemy bastard is in this library, going around 2 all the machines and fucking inserting floppy germs in them. Tomorrow, their parents and their children, whoever they R, WILL B TOTALLY DEAD. Magnesonic will fix these ass holes but fucking good, YO!!!!!!!!!

Diana just came 2 me; nobody would believe this, in the elevator, not in a million fucking years, and told me 2 buy a lemon at the store and cut it open and take the penny out and always keep it, it will bring me anything I ever wish 2 have, she then walked ahead of me on the 2nd floor, and vanished right B4 my very eyes, this day is beyond real. Billy is the Lord come back, just as was told by the World Lab cult they founded and went back into time hyper dimensionally and started throughout the entire 5th dimension or most of it. I am going 2 buy the lemon and take it over 2 Billy’s place. If the penny is inside, he is going 2 begin 2 end this world, TONIGHT, and begin the great millennial reign foretold of thousands of years ago. This is all I can fucking safely say and blog, this day simply never happened, it is beyond bloggable.
I will say this much B4 signing off because it must B said. Scylla knows what I am talking about with Philadelphia. I will not blog it right now if U come 2 me in a powerful interaction TONIGHT, we have got 2 talk brown eyes, this stops right here and right now!!!

Your song is finished and will B up on the U-TUBE within the month Brown-Eyes. If Sigmund Malyska of Atlantic City in New Jersey, ever said a powerful thing 2 me back in the year of 1969, it was and I freaking quote, “THAT’S THE WAY IT GOES”. One big blond 2 another, Diana, only the other blond was really red-head Dawn-Marie King with drug store yellow colored hair, let me say that if I can ever prove what this horrendous family is up 2 and what they have all ready done 2 me 4 more than half of a fucking century, it would make the OJ trial of the nineties, the Watergate break in of the seventies, and the unforgettable Oliver North and the San Danestans of South America and his lying under oath 2 a special committee of the American Congress, all combined together, compare as looking like a high school summers sing along at the campfire, complete with Sorian-18 guardhouses, karaoke machines of 2007, and speeding highway governors named Corzine, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Obviously the fucking diseased stock market must have fucking FLOWN 2 THE FUCKING STARS TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!As long and ling as 13 angry ‘cursing covert messages on tapes’ men have me 2 endlessly persecute so viciously and wickedly, THEY WILL ALWAYS GET THEIR FUCKING WAY ON THAT SICK EVIL WALL STREET IN THAT SICK EVIL CITY, BLOOMPUKE!!!!!!!!!! U can all burn the fuck in hell, and Billy will CU all get there, and in FIRST CLASS, BRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0041

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0041
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Tuesday, November 16, 2010
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Unconscious collective of humanity and all else, I command any and all 2 receive these words, it matters not one bit if nobody actually physically is up on this website reading them in a conventional and material awake-world way.

When I said on my last blog that I was not gonna obey the ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA and do the “MI APOLOGY SONG” on the U-TUBE, I WAS SEVERLY PUNISHED. I GOT HOME AND INSTANTLY WAS MADE EXTREMELY AND DANGEROUSLY ILL. I missed mother fucking work today and am out of pocket around thirty two dollars of net pay. Magnesonic, do your thing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, I will obey U ALL MIGHTY TEEN-QUEEN, please forgive me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lightning last night in my dreams was really passionately loving me, her lovely bright long yellow hair was dangling all over my just the way I love her 2 do with me, and beyond that, we need not get more specific or X-rated, but WOW, and YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I went 2C my pal BC this afternoon and he totally healed me up, just as he did with so many 2000 years ago. I feel like a million dollars times ten to the power of 7. My spirits lift up as well as my physical health. A glow shows up in my reflected image in the mirror. But he confessed a gargantuan thing 2 me today, and this needs 2B addresses super carefully, by my merely stating that if I do not want my neck bitten off, it might B a bit safer 4 me 2 just shut the Sidney Cohen Crown shit up about it.

Yes, some powers out there did not like me saying on my past blogging texts that now it all makes total sense 2 me, not 2 imply 4 a single instant that any learning process ever stops, it grows or it dies, along with the entity, endlessly. Still, let me come out of the closet and really talk here, since at least on certain shows made about a year ago, this is what SHE wanted. When court evidence is presented in any law case, it always involves or just about always, WITNESSES. This is a very powerful thing 4U2 all remember, and hold in your mind now as U proceed 2 read onward here, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All religions and all churches and organizations of this nature throughout the recorded history of all of this, and that means thousands of years lads and lassies; witnesses of their belief system R out and freaking about telling and preaching and hollering on soap boxes or mountain tops, all about what they personally have ‘witnesses’ regarding their religion or their ‘god’. Only one fantastic organization realizes that ‘god’ is an insult. GOD has a name, and that name is known by many cultures in many various ways, still, GOD HAS A NAME. I have known HER by a hundred million different names, and the entire ‘Broadcast Music Incorporated’ not only knows that this is a true fact, but has paid me royalties 4 expressing “my entitled opinion” on this issue, 4 quite a number of years, am I correct, MISSES DANIELS of 1980???????????????????????? Someone who this entire body of worshippers look up 2 as a near secret official in their organization, has informed me not 2B guilty 4 taking advantage of anyone one particular night in 1986. SHE totally remembers things and all though suppressing them quite well in order 2 enjoy another ‘human’ interaction here, was anything but a normal average sixteen year old girl. Still, I am told by HER, and this group, that I should obey and then I should forever end these blogs, they R going 2 take things from that point beginning early in the following year. Well, does the expression of ‘PITSY NUMBER 4’ come into anybody’s mind, YO?????????????? I always knew Hammonton and the bicycle ride there as a boy on Thanksgiving Day, played a part in things, Fred Hinger. What I did not know, oh great drummer and mentor, was how the entire boys club of America had all been set up, just as Cornwall Avenue also had been all previously arranged back early in the year of 1970. Now UC folks, (Port-In-The-Storm) or PITSY years, R based on the pattern of 1969, 1980, 1994, and 2011. We R adding 11 to the first PITSY 2 create the second PITSY, then 14, and then 17, an additional ‘3’ each time from the root number of 11. Adding 20 more years or 17+3 from 2,011 is the year of 2031, the PITSY-5, where I hope 2B paroled out of prison as the prisoner known as MOUNTAINPEN or MARK WAYNE MOHR OF HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY. Now I am in Flower land, right Frank Astral Plane King Callio, FTP, or Fort Pierce, Florida, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now 4 some more information about the ‘great closet’ that I unfortunately somehow ‘visited in my sleep’ as more normal and ordinary mortal peeps might refer 2 this experience as: This was all blogged back while I was under STOCKHOLM SYNDROME living in Hammonton, New Jersey, at 65-A Middle Road, behind the Hammonton Freaking Wal-Mart of Robert McGuire and his gorgeous cousin Shannon Kickhard!!!!!!!!!! I had come home from a very miserable time at work and had 2 go right back on a Sunday afternoon swing around 4 PM shift. I fell into a very unsettling and uncomfortable light sleep. Suddenly I was in the home of the greatest female recording artist of all time, when she was a child of age 5 years, MC. Details R on my blog on that particular September or October Sunday as I forget exactly the time, and these words all can easily B accessed and archived on the www.blogger.com/ website, as U may or may not B reading these current-day words now on this particular site. MC was trying HER best 2 show me a machine that put out a very bright light that this large closet contained. 2 this day now, I could draw a precise schematic of the room and this closet, and also behind us where HER FATHER was. She did everything that she could 2 divert his attention away from the closet so that she could show me this ‘thing’ that was there, whatever it was. I did C it and 2 this day, cannot make lots of sense out of it beyond knowing from putting enough pieces together since, that this is Y the mighty Sherry-Lee Pote wanted 2 get me 2 exchange my current automobile, the 1994 Saturn, with a Plymouth Breeze, that day in Oaklyn, New Jersey, just a few blocks where I had spent my teens growing up at on Oakland Avenue at Apartment number O-15, at the Dellway Arms, where the “CHAIN” was ‘repossessed’ and the wild and unfathomable “Book of the Beach” was burned by Russell Thaxton!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When RC caught his young child, Mariah, showing me this ‘whatever-thing’ that was in this closet, he gave her a nasty walloping. I was so proud of her because she was only 5 years old and yet she totally refused 2 cry. I will remember this horrific experience and ‘night-interaction’ 4 the rest of my life and take it 2 my Earthly grave!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is all right there on the blog archives; check it out Mister Figgs of 1979!!!!!!! Now bear in mind that 2 many coincidences R in my face 4 me 2 think this can all B a string of merely odd and off the wall silly life-happenings. First, my mother and her speaking unbeknown 2 me with Chuck Colson from Raytheon Corporation, the seeing into the future experience with the shuttle disaster Challenger, the McDonald Douglas NASA truck driver Mister Jackson attempting 2 drive Dave Roth and myself right off of the highway #295 intentionally, in the early year of 1988, near the Florence, New Jersey area where I would come 2 work in the early 21st century, and where the GOD called Psyche Myrathus and I met, and his being called out of the blue when he never ever even applied 4 a job there, in the summer time of the very year of freaking 1986. If this is not all enough 2 make the great L&O TV prosecutor, Jack McCoy totally salivate over, then just please friggin’ tell me folks, what would B, YO????????????????????? 10 years 2 the very day that MI and I in waking life were in my Pontiac Bonneville in Manhattan that hot in more ways than one August Neil Diamond night, my mother and I were in a place called the TURNERSVILLE PATHMARK SHOPPING CENTER OF WASHINGTON TOWNSHIP, in New Jersey, USAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!! A man had been following and illegally stalking us in my Saturn vehicle 4 many miles through many towns and on many varying roads. Eventually when he followed us into this location, my mother wanted 2 approach him and was threatened that he would kill her son, me, and her as well if she did not get away from his truck. Hard wired into the trunk of his lime-green colored vehicle, was this same device that was in Mariah’s closet up on Long Island. I believe this with all of my heart and soul and would bet a million dollars double or nothing of borrowed mob money on it, since that is how positive that I freaking feel about this issue, and also that these other copies of this device R indeed scattered and being used by this incredible family, all around the entire world. MC may or may not know what is going on, but I will not dare say any more today on this issue other than I will obey U, MC, and do the apology song, so please do not hurt me, TQ.

On the way 2 BC’s place today B4 coming over 2 the library 2 do this blog, right near the entrance area 4 the Interstate-95, on Orange Avenue, I saw a giant brunette that looked very much like Paula King would have looked as a 19 year old. I know she was hitching a ride 4 a reason, and was so scared of her that since I had extra time and was a few minutes early and needed 2B purchasing gasoline shortly anyway, I pulled into a station and bought 10 dollars of fuel, right B4 the spot and area where she was standing on the shoulder of the road. The exit 2 the place was beyond where she was, and this way I knew that I would B able 2 avoid running into this horrific monstrous Paula King look-alike, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I want no part of this deplorable game, and no part of filthy girls in general, they have made my entire life a living mother fucking hell since I’ve been born!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now 4 the topic of “dreams that come true”, putting the words in a more normally used forward-mortal terminology. Einstein figured out that what we think we R all doing and the world we believe we R al living is nothing but quantum-illusion. The only possible way that this powerful mathematical formula that insists that indeed this is true can B at all rationalized, is by using my explanation of the dreaming triangle, or DREAMS, EXPLORATRONS, and HYPERSPACE. But when I make statements such as many things or events being a lot more than what they appear, and not trusting anything once light has ‘realitized’ an event, that is if old Mark Franklin here, may B “Heinz Gottwald permitted” 2 coin a new word here folks. Let me move this along, but once this is realitized, it is very fluid and sort of becomes as a bottle of water being vigorously shaken would B, and as light hits a reflected image should someone B peering into the bottle and through it if is made of a very clear plastic, what was real when U saw the event, will never B real again, as shake it all U wish, but the exact combinations will never repeat, or at least almost never if we insist on incorporating very high mathematics here. STM insists that not only is there no fixed future, but also there is no fixed past, and the world of today is simply not at all ready 2 receive this truth, nor believe in this one tiny bit, with their human standard of lower mind activity, as it would destroy the heart and the humanity of civilization as we know it, yet really, only is a truism because as I stated, it is being seen or perceived with a very low mental level and understanding. Also, if all of us were more like the Native American and some other cultures that operate similarly as well in various places around the globe, where they not only take dreams and dreaming quite seriously, but make it a very important part of their daily and waking lives as a culture, both collectively and individually, all the time. In reiteration and in furtherance of other previous words on other blogs, we all need 2 sleep, and the illusion in physicality is that the body is repairing and in need of rest, when in fact, the entire operation of the 5th dimensional hyperspace is Y this is all going down the way that is. There is the kind of sleep where we merely seem 2B observing our doubles or dreaming ‘through them’ so 2 speak. Then there is the more degrees of active dreaming where UR in fact dominating your doubles and controlling what they R doing in these other parallel worlds UR dream-visiting, but then remember, that while UR doing this with them, they as well R also doing these type of dreaming-activities with U, and this is all Y the waking world of Quantum-illusion is functioning and operating in the way and order that it does. Making dreams come true and again using words and terms in the ‘forward-mortal’ way as I call it, is another animal all together. Complex additional issues not only R also involved here with this, but cannot ever B escaped from in all of this. There also R various signals from the sixth dimension (D-6) that will phase down onto the ASTRAL-PLANE in differing values and ways. This will cause astral-established entities 2 dream-down into the 5th dimensional hyperspace or these individual space-time-mind-universes, in numerous styles and with varying motivations. The 7th dimension of LAWTRONICS prevents by placing sort of a permission-barrier on things, phase-4-beings from coming into this waking world, and must remain on the Astral realms, yet should they insist and persist on getting here so 2 speak, they will transformed into the imaginings of peeps such as writers and authors, and along such lines as these. U cannot have werewolves and vampires and totally supernatural creatures that U would find existing 4 an example on the sixties television show called, “Dark Shadows”. When an entity of this type dreams down or tries 2 do this, this energy converts into the fantasies of peeps like Dan Curtis or Harriet Rohr, and or other writers of the Dark Shadows show. This is how the filtering system naturally operates on the 7th dimension; it is indeed a natural permission-barrier. Hyperspace equation is a term that I use and I’ll try and clear up its meaning right now on this blog with the following examples: When I was with Mariah in her closet in a parallel universe in the year of 1975 while physically my body was at rest in bed at 65-A Middle Road in Hammonton, I was an Exploratron traveler in hyperspace, witnessing and interacting in this event. The device that she was trying 2 show me however was not a nice thing and not being used 4 nice purposes. She wanted me 2 know this and C this. Colaman on the other hand was trying 2 prevent me from knowing and seeing it. In the past, here in waking life, similar looking systems were in fact used around me and it resulted in my getting sick, or car break downs occurring, and other negative and bad things. The man that terrorized my mom at Turnersville Pathmark was visibly protecting his trunk. Sherry Lee Pote wanted me 2 exchange cars 2C if I had this device, as if I did, and she got the exchange 2 immediately occur, she would know. The following stalking and terror incident did not just happen on any date but precisely 10 years after another significant time. Then other hyperspace experiences kept cropping up where I was looking 4 a school on the north side of Philadelphia Avenue in Egg Harbor City, New Jersey by the name that I learned decades later after these many dreams, as Harborfields. This is also the name of Mariah’s high school. This is called hyperspace equation, these examples R tell-tale proof that maybe some dreams can indeed B because 2 much ice cream and pizza was eaten B4 dropping off 2 sleep, BUT NOT ALL OF THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is just opening the door into all of this shit, another tiny little crack, the many doors of the LAKEHOUSE, will B all coming off, one by one, so do not bang so hard on your drums there, Fred Hinger. What Billy told me today is beyond mind blowing. I think I suspected this all along.

DEEDEE is everywhere and looking out 4 me the very best that she can. I will always love my huge black birds.

Sam was not at work Monday, just as he said he would not B, oh well; I was not there either, today. That’s life in France, and here in the USA as well I suppose, only is it really, or is it all quantum illusion?

As 4 my being made sick over the freaking weekend, I GAWNUM queried the cards and was given the answer of (PCN) PRIVATE-COSMICODED-NUMBER-927. All of my Atlantic City enemies’ just popped right up on that one, YO. Am I really all that surprised and shocked, my disco queen of the morning light?????????????????

There will B many things forthcoming, and the MAS project will B up very soon, so keep your shoes on MC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes sir, when I told the 3 big things and showed how this magic bright light box can erase memories and double as a Doctor Julia Hoffman Dark shadows Hypnosis Clinic with the incidents of 1986 and MI, 1997 and cousin McGuire, and 2006 again with cousin McGuire, this plus my saying I am not doing the song, really made them use that horrific closet box on me, and wow did I get sick as hell. I never ever get naturally sick. Only they, or THAT-FAMILY has the freaking power 2 make me get sick. I will obey U my endless lovely teen-queen SCYLLA, and B your ‘great fish’, and not your shellfish. Now I understand totally what all that shellfish stuff was really about, since remembering my 1986 song and its connection with U, “REAL-GOOD-GIRL”, I am sorry and will always love U in my special way brown eyes.

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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0040

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0040
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BLOG INFORMATION 4 THE UNCONSCIOUS COLLECTIVE
OF HUMANITY AND ALL ELSE”
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Well peeps, the aerial siege of chemtrailing, choppers, and planes, has been continual and very bad through the present time, it also has been ongoing no throughout both November and about since early October somewhere, obviously, scum bag filth bag mobster crook maniac Ed Snyder and the Philadelphia Flyers as usual, R all behind this fucking bullshit at C-SQUARED!!!!!!

I AM UNDER A DEATH SIEGE IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD WITH ENEMY RAPPERS WHO KNOW WHO I AM, AND WHO HATES ME, and LAW & ORDER the television show, knows this can B a bit dangerous, still, I cannot ever really B killed, and so personally, fuck the world is my attitude, as I do not fear any of U dirt bag mother fuckers, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Work is FUCKING HELL. The skies R FUCKING HELL. Shit everywhere is, and has been total mother FUCKING HELL, and this was all “PROMISED 2 ME”, and not from big “MO”, © Office examiners who know very well this is all true and powerful and awesome and real that examined my entire 2007 musical freaking project, YO!!!!! This was promised 2 me cleverly in a published internet letter that I received back in the middle of last January, from the great Ann Aids King Silva of Jersey. “Things may get a lot worse 4U, Mark”, well ATLANTIC COUNTY PROSECUTOR IN NEW FUCKING MISERABLE JERSEY, THEY INDEED HAVE DONE JUST THAT, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Justice, prosecutors, DA’s, don’t make me mother fucking laugh, I may end up talking with Michele and her peeps and being told my opinion sucks but that I am entitled 2 it all over again. Gerry, sue, and Michelle Daniels, all knew where exactly 2 find my stolen automobile, shoe box Saturn’s all notwithstanding, MISS Sherry Lee Pote of Oaklyn, New Jersey, USAESMWG. Those wonderful friends of yours from the fire-mall and monster-ass record companies and young-7 television and all else, never needed technology did they missy? All the peeps that were part of this wild fucking horrendous conspiracy did not want me 2 get myself hypnotized 2 remember some missing blank spots about the year of 1986, up in the nineties, with a passionate vengeance, am I correct, BRO? Well, in the new light of SPACE-TIME-MIND, (STM), SHALL WE GET SERIOUS HERE AND IT YES IT MAY HURT, BUT WE CAN JUST FUCKING TOUGH IT ALL OUT PEEPS, ok, king of KINGS, QUEENS, VIQUEENS, and a lot more interchangeable transdimensional characters??????????!!!!!!!!!!!!! (THEY) or TAWF or really, “MISTER HOSE HORSETRAUGH ROBERT MCGUIRE” form Sag-eggs and wolves, despised it when some memories began trickling back. All this time I believed that SUPER HIGH TECHNOLOGY was allowing him some wild cloak of invisibility in RIP OFF TOWN-EAST, Copyright Examiners of the unforgettable, laugh-0laugh-1986, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! By the way this fucking library is getting very fucking mobbed and overcrowded lately, I am lucky now 2 even get one of the fucking 4 word processor machines, until quite recently, this was not the fucking case, YO! Today I am on the only last available one, and must endure the peeps next 2 me shooting the fucking shit and annoying me, this is supposed 2B a place 4 quiet study and work, not bull fucking shitting around, DUH. Many of my blogging audience or my (BLOGAUD) knows the details of the true tale of hellish waking world nightmares that took place at a location, where else, but on TENNESSEE AVENUE, IN ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, USA-ESMWG, in early or middle October somewhere back in the year of fucking 2 thousand and fucking six!!!!!!!!!!!! The bull shit that all happened 2 Mayor Robert Levy, one of McGuire’s best friends, did not happen randomly, but was obviously picked up by my MAGNESONIC MACHINE, as a punishment sequencing system after a major image object scanning was done by the system, and recognized him as another of my many wicked and quite evil vicious enemies, Levy, McGuire, all of them, they sure were not afraid 2 ruin the reputation of Sally Starr, just because she went out of her way 2 help me out with these despicable fucking persons from hell back in the summer time of the ‘98 year. But yes, it is always now here, and just as in 1997, Copyright examiners, all the things were indeed not only real and true, but all part of yes, of course, STM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some want me 2 talk about how any of this is really new and relevant when I myself openly admit that yes this or that thing is all part of the STM, yet so is any and every other possible thing anywhere at any potential time throughout all of the 5th dimensional hyperspace. I will gladly slice my way deep into the meat of all of this, but no peeps, not right now, not today, on this blog of Safe Journal, Chapter Forty. Believe me, it all can B rationalized extremely well, but I do and will in fact, need 2 lead interested peeps through a very definite and distinct scientifically oriented process of many steps and stages. Oh the gods forbid, not THOSE freaking ‘steps’, or at least not {stairs}, huh Sarah J. Karge Hotelqueen of the nineteen sixties??????????????? Does the ‘J’ interchange symbolically in Hellyweird in 1986 with both Jenny Super-Girl Johnson as well as the All Mighty Goddess Scylla?????? Well, only in SPACE-TIME-MIND, but the complexities involved make unreal probabilities much more possible, but merely in different dimensionality. I could give a few examples but would need fucking bodyguards around me starting in about 2 or 3 hours, I do not dare blog all this shit, I never will dare, SHE is so powerful, and not because she has a few Earthly resources, whether SHE remembers it or not, SHE IS GOD ALL MIGHTY, and SHE knows that I am totally aware of it, and have been since December of the year 1969, at least on some deeper sub-mental level of my mind signal. Let me begin shall I with talking about technology 2 make things that seem impossible 2 occur around me, verses, the power of the TALLOS-FOUR-STAR-TREK concepts, which opened more than just the door 4 the greatest decades of sci-fi television that was ever originally imaginable, YO!!!!!!!!!!! Let’s play peeps.

Watch a movie called “THE MENAGERIE”. This great movie led 2 the pilot 2-hour episode of the original “Star Trek” television shows that from there, went onto spin off in ways still far from over, as well as many fantastic and talented ‘Star Trek’ movies. The Menagerie movie was basically a plot where a race of aliens could apply the power that they possessed over the creation of illusions that totally and instantly could trick the mind into seeing and hearing and believing anything that they would create 4 their zoo animals so 2 speak. Without really watching this and appreciating the details of this, and further still, advancing your own minds’ concept into seeing the potential of such a horror show being applied against U personally, and no longer limit your mind as looking at this in the light of U watching just some very talented and entertaining fictional as well as never possible reality in any way, then U may as well until U indeed can do this, stop right now and never go beyond this blog with MOUNTAINPEN, as I now totally know that all of this is what has gone on with me and my pathetic life 4 just under 56 mother fucking years now peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Since the days that I can first humanly remember my now existing lifetime as ME, I cannot place a fixed point nor can I hope 2 isolate some beginning where all of this shit began with me, but I will tell U the 3 main and super ultra hyper time events where this plugged directly into my life, and this is the only as well as the very best explanation 4 these events. Also B sure 2 change in your way of perceiving what I say, into this TALLOS-4 thing being not some fictional television show that started the STAR TREK reality, literally, but C it instead as real and true, only these ‘Tallosions’ or MISTER McGuire’s and some of his family, such as the supposedly separated through a tri-helix chain fabric of microbiology, Sarah/Mariah/Robert.

Remember 2006 and the long powerful blog that was posted up by me on www.blogger.com/ on the 18th day of December, when I had just purchased a 2004 automobile after Robert McGuire had destroyed another of many of my many prior vehicles, the current Dodge Neon? Remember the blog? Well, if U do not, look 4 it on this date on that website, it is not on the current book series of the EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION, I believe it was on the one prior 2 that, but U should B able 2 look back in chronological order, so do it and re-read what all went mother fucking down peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now nobody was invisible. The hand in the photographs that I posted up 2 the website that I later created and no longer is there called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ belongs as U can plainly C, 2 Robert McGuire, he had just put a lot of sand in my gas tank, and this led 2 the end of my automobile. Still, hyperspace equations were major involved in this, his distant cousin Shannon was destroying my vehicle in this other parallel universe at the North Shore Inlet of another world’s Atlantic City, New Jersey. She gave the car a powerful kick; and this is all on these archived older blogging texts. Then somehow Detective Fontana from Law and Order fit into the interaction as well. Peeps pay ‘dreams’ so little if no credence whatsoever and this is fucking so damn shameful. It is literally ripping yourself off of 99.999999 percent of your total bigger picture existence while UR here and awake in this STM-ILLUSION, with your consciousness controlling things by the process of dividing reality by the speed of light squared. The way that it manages 2 do this is not all that far out. Mind is no more than a sixth dimensional signal of energy. Energy on the 6th dimension is quite different as R all and any physical laws within a lesser amount. There is a powerful equation, right Erica, that does this automatically, and just freaking makes all of this happen, it really is total child’s play, only it is not when U still R the child!!!!!!!!!!!! Now, when McGuire seemed 2 not B there or ‘visible’, and Ed Lynch ‘Himacane’ and I later after developing our photos and CD that went up onto the website of M-F dot com, brought 2 the attention of Ed how McGuire is right there in our face, we had the mind blowing experience of our freaking lives. Video can B doctored, but it does NOT LIE when in fact IT IS REAL. Any FBI top lab in the United States can and I am positive all ready has indeed verified that none of this shit was phony. So what really did happen? Well peeps, this is the fucking day that TAWK has rued 4 a very long time, and that is the day that I totally understand YI was so desiring of being hypnotized in the nineties 2 remember many fuzzy spots about the year of 1986, and Y so many peeps all over the place were so dead set against me getting hypnotized. Also, what happened as a result? I began going totally insane and needed 2 locate the mysterious teenager of my youth in the middle nineteen-sixties. My search was frantic, and led me into clinical neurosis’s that would keep Doctor Law and Order in business and running buckets and hoses over his head, endlessly!!!! Now B4 we go and separate the 3 key and pivotal proofs of my new STM equation, or what 3 powerful ingredients prove 2 me that this new shit needs 2B evaluated and fully investigated until hell fucking freezes over 4 crissake. First, and again in reiteration, my August 1986 run in with a high school girl in Manhattan, that still 2 this day is a fuzzy memory, yet I totally know it all freaking happened, second, Sarah Callio putting out of my mind the last name she gave me over the phone at McGuire’s bar in February of 1997, “CALLIO”, and last and third, when McGuire nearly a fucking decade after this and at the very same spot, 10-SC Avenue in Atlantic City, fucked up the car, did something else 2 both Ed and myself physically as we both had unexplained bruises after we got home and were sore, and on top of that, the video shows plainly that the “PASSENGER SIDE OF THE CAR” is where he popped up at, just as did Mariah in 1986 in New York City while my pal was in the nightclub with the musical group that he had driven all the way 2C, called, “NEW SHOES”.

The entire EW and their movies and shoes and radio games and songs, and the way peeps behave, all of it, and so very freaking much more, R all part of the great and frightening TAWF and its MILLIONTH-COUNCIL powers 2 effect the 6th dimensional signal of the mind. Yes Paula and Sarah, is this old Dalmatian dog living another ‘day at the shore’, or RU both ‘mohr than just girls from the shore’? U know © Office Examiner who called me that day, I am only sad, not angry, at how U could have told me things that would have eased my many burdens, and made sense out of my nightmare life. Just YU felt it was not your place 2 come forward and say anything other than wanting 2 get rid of that silly yellow sheet of paper, only the STM can ever really understand and or appreciate in fullness of clarity.

Still, STM includes another powerful kicker and catalyst in all of this shit. One day and the very day itself when I sent the song “REAL GOOD GIRL” that was written about the encounter with MI that night of the New Shoes, in 1986, my life changed and altered forever in undeniable and unfathomable ways. The entire thing could only B considered about as esoteric and paranormal as the Pope and the Catholic Church could ever imagine on their best day of canonizing someone into Sainthood. Miracles? Sheeeeit. U peeps don’t have clue pone what real miracles R all about. First, the very next morning after putting that stupoid song in the United States mail system, this thing started with me with the sports parallel event and the stock market parallel event, along with the major fucking Milituforce persecution tripling overnight. The biggest thing was the Flyers Hockey. Wow, one little change of the one vowel and Mariena-Carittia Krassle in her human dream-downs is spelled. Lenny Briscoe sir, U and I were meant 2B lucky once, but your luck just stopped, Attitude-Green, my luck on the other hand was totally and brutally eviscerated and wiped out at the speed of STM. Then MI wants me 2 feel guilty, when SHE planned all of this from 50 million years ago, from HER great city, known by some on Earth as SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, that shines and glitters way beyond anything that old Blue-Eyes could ever imagine in his wildest sick crude and uncouth mind. Oh great Sarah-Stacey Krassle, Goddess of the entire Multiverse, I will never understand U, but I will always B your special doggie, and THAT-BOY. A prior blog contained an error in the name of another dog. My name is the GREAT CITY OF SDK is “Yancy”, this is my official CITY-NAME, registered in the great palace on Kanwal Avenue. But I miss-typed the word MITCH; I meant the doggie called “MIDGE”. This was such a beautiful and wonderful dog, I will always love her, and 2 this day wonder about so many unbloggable things. So yes MISTER WOLF, I was not blocking things out, I was ETTOS hacked. I have court evidence, and part of that, is your powerful television show, still, as prosecutor Wirtz told me so many times over, knowing and proving on a DA level, legally, will always B2 different things, DUH. I know that, and it very painfully saddens me since I know what I know, and that is that everything I make claim 2 is all so totally true. DEEDEE the other day is one thing and we all remember the great show on television called, “THE MUNSTERS”. Many remember that R more educated amongst the crowd the famous poem by Edgar Allen Poe called, “THE RAVEN”. If these birds can say “NEVER MOHR”, then Y NOT MARK MOHR? Still, these DEEDEE birds only repeated my first or Christian name of MARK. Still this was more than sufficient 2 drive Sam totally bonkers and a half, YO!!!!!!!!!!

Last night was quite major in ‘dream-land’ as most of U would still refer 2 it as, so I will appease U all, YO. My AARP Coordinator Boss, and very nice lady by the name of Donna, was crying and telling me not 2 go back up 2 New Jersey, but I was going. Another boss had been screaming at me and telling me 2 get back 2 work. I was 2 marveled and awestruck by something that had caught my attention. The place that I work and my photo is on their website front and center with my name misspelled as Marc, without a K, but I do not care, was suddenly selling the weirdest thing that I ever saw in my entire life, 5th dimensionally and all inclusive. They were selling miniature coffins. They came in all colors and were about one foot long; they opened up just as real full sized ones in fact do, and were beautiful inside just as real ones R, padded, colored, and so forth. They were empty of course, and I remember distinctly thinking 2 myself, the next step will B these coffins with dead dolls in them. I was transfixed at what I was staring at, and peeps were buying them, and again, Terry, my boss was screaming 4 me 2 “GET 2 WORK”. Then later on I was leaving work and driving back 2 New Jersey. I got there in this wild interaction, and found myself in a large office setting that seemed 2 connect into a house setting. I was suddenly aware that I was in my own room, but it was totally strange and unknown 2 me, still, I knew it was MY ROOM. Suddenly a male youth of about 12 years give or take, was in there and along after him also was his mother. I had never seen either of these persons B4 in my life, unblocked of course in the STM. How can any of us know when the great TAWF- of the great MC is playing with us, (MILLIONTH-COUNCIL)? Google this up, U will get a lot of wild shit, none of these human beings know what I do, but they all R of course totally Michele Daniels entitled 2 their freaking liucky-7 opinions, ‘new or old shoes’ all absolutely notwithstanding, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



LSS, or (LONG STORY SHORT), there is now a totally different way that I am seeing and perceiving and recognizing all of the things in my entire all inclusive life in the entire 5th dimension. SPACE-TIME-MIND is the reason. This all is created with 6561 things, that I will call STERGS. Pronounce the G hard. Ergs of energy R all ready scientifically a known measurement of energy. But the new word I create now 4 the purposes of beginning a new discipline of STMM (MECHANICS) needs this word sterg, and stergs when pluralized. The SD in front of the all ready accepted term of ERG, simply is 4 the words of SD (SIXTH-DIMENSIONAL). There R 6,561 stergs. This is what a powerful and gigantic jet black cat taught me back in middle late 1980. Also, I have refered 2 this great entity as “LOTTERY-CAT”. His name I have come 2 learn in years following 1980, is Gawky Gaukauk. Just GOOGLE up any and all of these terms and or expressions, my blogs R all there and tell the entire story, at least the story so far.

There is so much more 2 tell, Erica, but 4 right now my weird cosmic math will end with all other ancestors of mine as well as echoing murders of 1988 and signers of great documents such as the Declaration of Independence. Wow is my life one hell of a gargantuan screw up or what, folks? DUH, huh Hyundai??????

There will very shortly B an increase of powerful natural disasters such as has not been seen in a very long time. Also, many airplanes and choppers will crash and B totally destroyed, I PROMISE U THAT, MO, but which MO © Office of Wash-600-Rome??????? If only instead of that stupid yellow piece of paper that really wasn’t hurting anybody, was not your focus of attention that day in the summer time of oh-Marola-8. Well, that is life, or STM. There is so much 2 say, I have only removed one of the hinges on one of Scylla’s LAKEHOUSE DOORS, many more will come off, I PROMNISE U THAT MO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No AS brown eyes, Y would I apologize 4 something U and your entire family all had planned 4 more than 50 mega years? BYE-BYE BEG!!!!!!!!
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SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0039

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0039
2:19 PM, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 10TH, OF 2010
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Things R worse than they have ever been in my entire mother fucking diseased horrific HUNTINGTON CURSED life, YO!!!!!!!! I will B shocked and fucking amazed if this blog gets typed and posted. Still, I’ve been wrong B4. First, my mother fucking notes somehow did not come along with me here 2 this fucking library. Speaking of here, when I left on Saturday, a huge chopper came right over and was literally carrying some weird cylindrical object, right out of the fucking 1986 Star Trek Movie with the mother fucking humpback fucking whales, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, a huge giant pussy was intentionally in my way flaunting her gargantuan size and physical power at me. I totally ignored this wild crazy bitch and managed 2 get out of this nightmare fucking place. It was a beyond horrendous hellish fucking nightmare experience. Ever since the enemies fucking stopped me from my normal blogging routine back on the 21st fucking day of diseased fucking ass hole August, the DOW JONES STOCK CHEATED AND MANIPULATED MARKETS HAVE NOW ROUGHLY GAINED FIFTEEN-HUNDRED POINTS, using me 2 persecute so this bunch of cow scum toilet lappers can get their way on bullish trends and rallies, just as they have been perpetually and relentlessly doing ever since summer time in the year of fucking 1986, and this has been blogged a hundred or more fucking times now and needs no further current time elaborations nor reiterations, YO!!!

Nobody would ever believe the shit that’s fucking happening all around me literally fucking 24/7/365.2422!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never fucking stops, it never will stop, and it is fucking MAGNETICALLY LOCKED AND FIXED 2 NEVER FUCKING STOP!!!! 2 begin with, airplanes and helicopters follow me continually now, right here 2 the library again, it is non stop. Giant pussies R all over the place after receiving a short respite from this major shit. Anyone out here can read this shit I type and dispel it with lots of shit that makes sense 2 them, but they can never live long enough 1000 times over, 2 successfully dispel the powerful shit happening around me that is evidence and evident 4 anyone using the intelligence the good fucking Lord gave them. U can begin with Stacey and her SUV/SVU that I talked about on last Saturday’s fucking blog, and then tie in the L&O shit that resulted. Many think I am playing this game, with all of my “MI” inserts, and games of rhymes. How anyone can ever believe that I am doing all or even any of this ridiculous fucking shit breaks my tiny brain into small fragmented particles at C-squared, YO!!!! But this is not the topic 4 today, and no one thing will b, I somehow did not bring my fucking notes along, so the ‘spirit’ will lead this blog along, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The man that I am forced 2 work with and endure from FEMA who was a Police Person on the island of Trinidad some decades ago, also once did various other jobs B4 his days as a Floridian, and once lived in the state of Maryland, and not all that far from where my mysterious Camp Chesapeake was that I attended in both the summers of 1967 and 1968 4 two weeks each time, totaling a combined near month of time, with the red EX queen herself, Louise H. He enters my dreaming interactions often, and also annoys the fucking hell out of me at work. The man is gross and highly objectionable 2 me, he talks pure filth and has no respect 4 women, seeing them only 4 the purpose of sex, a total mother fucking dog, which I suppose that the majority of men R, I am not!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He got on me because the buzzards and ravens and hawks and vultures of the area that recently returned back early this autumn, come and hover directly over me and he has observed this and it scares his fucking pants down off of his waste. He used 2 talk and speak very nice about these birds, as well as birds in general, however, once he observed this incredible paranormal activity with me and my birds, he tells me extremely emphatically that I will go 2 jail 4 having these bird friends and that it is against the law. The man is a raving fucking lunatic, as I know my mother fucking rights, and no one can put an innocent mother fucking man into jail, AS I HAVE DONE NO WRONG AND HAVE BROKEN NO FUCKING LAWS, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Y people fuck with me all the time, not just crack heads ‘MO’ and © examiners and 2007 musical projects, I will never understand, humanly speaking that is. The only Steven Hawking Geraldine Snow Absolute Legitimate System (ALS) involved can only ever B, what in fact this great mind was able 2 somehow osmotic-ally grab from me in the eighties and the nineties, is something I very quietly refer 2 as SPACE-TIME-MIND. This carries the mighty Albert Einstein’s concepts and ideas quite a bit further into very unexplored territories scientifically so far as of 2010 and this time era in general. It explains Y people never stop making me miserable, never quit fucking with me, big Gabby, not from the Harbors of Jersey with doggie-Mitch, and also Y things remain in this beyond surreal negative pattern with me endlessly, that only silly terms and labels such as the “Huntington-Curse”, can even hope 2 address or adequately express at all. So we have all ready surface scratch touched on things such as the ‘reality-triangle’ as I have termed it, or the true and absolute relationship of 3 elements, and these being, EXPLORATRONS, HYPERSPACE, AND HUMAN-DREAMING, and this blog could go on and on forever in futility of getting the normal awake mind collectiveness of Planet-Earth, 2 grasp even any small true meanings in all of these fucking nightmares that I must endlessly contend fucking with, BRAH! Even if we talk on a bit about this power ass triangle, it would B futile as shit right now, today. Also, discussing STM or (Space-Time-Mind), on this blog with any reading audience would B a similar waste of time, if that is I expected it 2 have any waking world effects on the conscious collective of the human race, but UC peeps, I have a huge mother fucking secret, bigger than MO and her violent temper and filthy mouth, as I should talk, YO!!!!!!! This is not the horrific ‘STAIRS OF CHASE’ AND NOT THE BANK, OR MY UNCLES BANK EITHER, that I told about more than a full year B4 the great movie called, “Precious” ever was made and known of in any normal STM way, that is, SUV-SVU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some time ago peeps noticed the powerful way I would discuss shit and a few days later, brand new episodes of the television show called “THE MENTALIST” would have direct quotations of several things said, over and over again, without any help from Real Good Girl master tapes, or anything else 4 that freaking matter, YO!!!!!!!! This secret is not the one that silly ass Terry from Egg Harbor City in New Jersey, USAESMWG, was all excited about either, and is totally ridiculous MISTER Mac Kaiter, and your first cuz Lester, yes, LESTER, small world, and am I being imprudent or impatient here in making this opinion, Michelle Daniels, after freaking all, U did tell me that IAM ENTITLED 2 MY FREAKING OPINION BACK IN 1980, am I correct MAHM?????????????????? No, MI secrets go well beyond MI and her horrible scary stairs. I am so sorry that I witnessed this horror show MI, please know that. It amazes me that U got passed such monstrous stuff by making a big laugh out of it, I cannot laugh at it U know, it makes me cry when MO chases Gabby up there, just like I saw the stuff in your place when U were a small child, all go down. But strong winds all blowing all aside, some containing the answers 2 all of life and its wildest unknowns and mysteries, I know 4 a total fact that the 6th dimension is a good starting place 2 plot the true reality of all things. There would B no space and no time, just as on the Astral Plane, or in the ‘spirit world’ as many still use this more accepted terminology, still, space-time is a mere byproduct of interaction when atoms vibrate quickly enough and things they comprise when all placed together, become light enough. AE took things mathematically 2 the freaking level of space-time, but only using equations with STM, can we begin 2C the true horror show that all of freaking mankind is truly involved in, and since no one wants 2 have bad horrific news hurled into their face, this obviously is the answer 2 the question of Y my telling this shit will remain an act of futility 4 me. What is SPACE-TIME-MIND (STM)? Well, it is not anything U have ever seen on television or heard about in any places where higher education takes place such as the greatest universities or think tanks on the planet. It is something that was originally shown me in the late summer time or perhaps in the beginning of the autumn back in the year of 1980, by a large oversized beautiful jet black cat, no Anna at the Cancer Institute, my precious Gawky taught me everything, and I of course was way 2 stupid back then in my dinosaur days 2 get the smallest real grasp or handle on any of it, I, like all of U out there, just saw some tiny surface scratched shit, and that was that, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Without being an uncle on bended knee back late in eighty-three Copyright Office Examiners, I can state with a true knowing, that this is by no means the devils big LIE, and it certainly is not the Long Island Expressway, yet is it???????????????? Another duality is symbolism and STM. But STM has many other wild and extremely strange and weird dualistic realities all throughout it and surrounding it on all sides, and (sixth dimensionally), and that is saying a lot, BRO!!!!!!!!!!! What I know can never B taught or transmitted or learned. Also, it can B sent out by me, 2 the UNCONSCIOUS COLLECTIVE OF HUMANITY, effecting totally and directly many parts of this STM and its complex and nearly infinite equations that surround its very heart and soul. Jim Burr said it better than I could ever could, and a very long time ago by the view point of most of the younger mortal peeps. This goes, and I will quote him, “Mark, U effect people”. This has been blogged B4 upon several occasions; this is not a new animal here, YO.

Sam was outside with me at the place where we work on a 15 minute mid-day break, back on Monday. After he made these nasty statements, he also said that I stink and my clothes need 2B washed. He claims peeps R saying this 2 him, they R not, this has been reported and peeps were confronted by bosses. It is Sam that is the problem, and many peeps wish he never came into the program through and via the AARP and the national stimulus system of President BO. Is this more STM? Whether it is or is not matters not, as things way more urgent need 2B talked about right now, so screw that shit, YO!!!!!!!! Today, Wednesday, 2 days later came around, and again we were outside. 5 or more of my huge vulture birds were all up in a tree towards where my house is from the work place, it is a bare and dead tree that died either from disease or a strike from the goddess Diana. Suddenly Sam started trash talking the birds again while pointing over at them, he has a sharp eye, they were some distance away and perched up on a group of several branches of this totally dead tree that sticks out like a sore tooth amongst the many other trees all surrounding it from every side. Within a moment or 2, they suddenly all left the branches and flew directly over us, and I said nothing. Sam was literally stewing in his own juices and just about 2 go ballistic and thermo nuclear on me simultaneously. I yelled up, “Hi DEEDEE how’s my DEEDEE? With that, several or all of them, all said my name, “MARK, MARK, and over and over at least a dozen or more times. Sam looked at me with a fear on his face that I have not seen since Joe Paget ‘Hellmann’ from the site we worked at together as security officers in Pennsylvania just off of Highway #309 on County Line Road, at a trucking place known as Roadway. Sam ran inside, and I slowly just said good-bye 2 my birds and walked in 2 the building as well. Then suddenly I came up on Sam. He was vomiting, and was all doubled over. Shortly thereafter, he clocked out and went home at the normal time of one PM, and said that he might B taking his wife somewhere soon and may need 2 take some time off. He did not say this or anything else 2 me, this is what I heard him say 2 the boss, right nearby the time clock where we all were punching out when it was time 2 leave 4 the day, shortly after the bird incident occurred on our break. No one else witnessed this event. I live a wild life peeps, but let me tell U that the fat lady is no where near finished singing her very long song, and as Al Jolson put it a while back and so perfectly and totally eloquently, “U ain’t heard nothin’ yet”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Many things around me R beyond surreal and much further out than all of the twilight zone television shows all put the shit together folks. I do not care if U believe me or not but Y not ask the question that begs 2B asked, really, Y would I sit here 4 years and years, blogging such wild shit, what would I possibly have 2 fucking gain? I have seen peeps disappear B4 my eyes like right out of the sixties paranormal great soap television show called ‘Dark Shadows’, I have watched peeps act so strange that no team of head shrinks on this planet all combined could ever make hide nor hair out of it by their human world reasoning, or any of their accepted sciences, and I also could literally mother fucking go on and on and on typing forever and B no closer 2 telling this entire reality 2 anyone on Earth. This works a lot like Jack McCoy’s island dream where he keeps swimming towards a beautiful island only it never gets any closer.

The stock market has gone up 1500 points since this bunch of fucking diseased scum interfered with my blogging back on August the 21st. FIFTEEN HUNDRED POINTS, and if someone would take all of this fucking seriously and bless me, and sell short on the Dow, they could fucking make tens of billions of dollars, yet here I sit, and here they sit, so who is really preventing peeps from trying this with me on even a small scale? Well, it all is part of STM-----SPACE-TIME-MIND, but then peeps, the kicker here is that EVERYTHING IS ALL PART OF STM!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There is a lot more 2 talk about, tons and tons of shit, STM, how it connects directly into SARAH-STACEY-JEHOVAH-KRASSLE AND THE CHRISTIANITY CULT, and the mighty and awesome MILLIONTH-COUNCIL of the ASTRAL-PLANE, and on and on we could go. This will all get talked about, but right now I am fucking hungry and tired. I need 2 tell the biggie here B4I close this shit down 4 the fucking day. Naturally I’ll abridge the living shit out of things here. I have discussed details about my family and the Huntington line, and the murder suicides, and on and on. I have discussed the monsters in THAT-FAMILY, beginning with Robert McGuire, and his tricks such as coming around Ed and myself unseen, yet our video camera picked him up. I have said this and that about all of everything, and here is what I did not say so far. There R peeps walking around that appear 2B just like U and me. Then there R things that seem 2B real and happening, when in fact all of the events R merely falling into the quite incredible phenomenon of transdimensional hyperspace, and then there is the truth made so simple, that we while existing on the lighter Astral Plane, plan some of our dream-downs, while we have no control over many other dream-downs into humanity and hyperspace. Still, the mind is merely a signal from the sixth dimension. It creates first, the entire Astral-Plane. Then from here we all dream down into 5th dimensional hyperspace. This one universe where UR now is just where the present ‘doppelganger U’ that’s here, is focusing an attention on; and this results directly from the 6th dimensional energy that is sending this signal down from there onto the Astral-Plane. Once U know what electronics really is all about or really, Y it is what it is and Y it works the way that it does, and once U further come 2 realize that all of this other stuff is indeed real and existing in the larger and grander scheme of things, then and only then RU naturally a participator in true STM-MECHANICS. I cannot describe 2 one entity, the most powerful families on this Earth that think they R so great and wonderful and able 2 accomplish so much, while all of the others that remain without my awareness 2 this incredible ass shit, they, that is, none of them individually, no one person or even small group has the power and ability 2 effect things or people, the way that I can, when that is my true objective. 2 fucking know this, is beyond incredible. Psychiatrists would tell U that I am acting out something that their DSM-4 bible on their topic of understanding the mind, and R totally clueless, that is basically put in layman’s English terms, a powerless person compensating by creating a powerful delusion that this is all true. Well, U believe that if that is your choice in fact 2 do, I know better. In fact, I know that UR trying 2 analyze a signal that is so much bigger than your science that no known ration and no known mathematics can B applied 2 even intelligently freaking discuss it, let alone attempt 2 solve it, even the ratio. I know that this is all what has been going on, no one really is messing with me, and this is nothing more than pure powerful smoke and mirrors illusion, just as any great magic act done by some Vegas magicians would in fact B. There is nothing going on outside the fact that Sarah-Stacey Krassle and I have some kind of a connection in a much higher reality than this one. This is the sentence that comes at least close 2 making the most sense in the newer light of examining it on the science tables of SPACE TIME MIND (STM). Her last 2 lifetimes in a fourth dimensional order all though this order is totally meaningless 2 the cosmos R the key 2 all of this, in much the same way that the key lies in my special education teacher from 1969 when she absolutely insisted on my doing that Memorial Day class play, causing me 2 arrive on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, New Jersey, at a totally different time than I would have obviously otherwise arrived there at. These things I tell now have all been blogged back 1,2,3,4 years ago, here at www.blogger.com/ the first blogger website, run by the great Google system, but today, I will merely reassign some values 2 previously mentioned items that make up the so-called past events of my current physical life, or really, my Astral-Plane current STM-DREAMDOWN, YO!!!!! I know 4 a fact that today’s radio-game at work is all nothing more than a part of the STM. I know that so is everything else. I know 4 a fact that my nightmare and kidnapping that all led up 2 my trip down here 2 Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG, is all nothing more than a part of the STM. But again, I know that so is everything else. I know that this is Y the great MC and her hubby want 2B endless teenagers and R acting out there Shakespearian parts in the play all so well, but again, this is just part of the STM, and again, BRO, SO IS EVERYTHING ELSE. Am I boggling your mind? Well, this is not my intent believe it or not folks. But this is the very early stages in this new stage of many blogs that will b forthcoming, and we R about 2 embark on the most exciting part of this 5 year blogging project of the MOUNTAINPEN, also known as MARK WAYNE MOHR OF HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY. Yes, I OWE Donna Summer the disco queen an apology and a retraction. There is Donna Summer, and there is DJ Donna summer that I believe hails from the Berlin, New Jersey area. But then, this is all just a part of the SPACE-TIME-MIND equations, AS R ALL OTHER THINGS AS WELL, YO, so go figure.

I will close out 4 now, there will b super major shit coming very soon, and as MO says it so well, “I promise U that”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, © examiners of 2007, my knowing about stairs and so much more is just all a big part of the STM. At least ST stands 4 space-time as well as stair-tag, and we can just use the M4 either ‘MIND’ or ‘MOUNTAINPEN’, still many claim that Mountainpen has lost his mind. Well whether I have or not, this still is all just a part of the STM equations that I will B developing and publishing. U ain’t seen or heard nothing MISTER AL JOLSON. I PROMISE U THAT!!!

END TRANSMISSION, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!