THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
BLOG BOOK CHAPTER 0054 “SAFE JOURNAL”
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Things do not get any mother fucking worse even 4 me, and even under this monstrous horrendous {(HUNTINGTON CURSE)}, than they R with fucking me right now, it is beyond putrid and surreal, I do not expect anyone 2 believe a thing I fucking say; well all except 4 my ‘true few’, move over Amy-emmy-Trashpicker-fellow school field-trip companion of late 1972!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How many peeps were all planned in all of this I sometimes wonder, I mean really, and it is only 2011, the night is still quite freaking young lads, lassies, and Labradors. WOLF-WOLF and HOWLLLLLLL!!!!!!!

My last blog talked a short while on the subject that mankind labels, “TIME TRAVEL”. There is time travel, even though there is no real time. There is only now, U never can find earlier or later, U never can reach yesterday or tomorrow, and without getting totally Eck or Yen, or any cult or religion or philosophy possible, I can tell any reader with a knowing and a full honest heart, that indeed I personally and absolutely do in fact know exactly what I’m talking about. Even if one constructs a powerful field of complex beyond-atomic structure and transmits through it moving supposedly out of time’s normal rhythm into a past or future time, it is not that simple, and it is not possible 2 move out of this time-rhythm while remaining in the same precise atomic reality, U will move off the previous atomic centerline of frequency vibrations either a little bit, or a lot, all depending on how intense your move out of normal rhythm was done. Until Einstein, no one believed in and I quote, “SPACE-TIME”. Until World Laboratories more than a hundred years ahead of us, no one knows about “SPACE-TIME-MIND”. Everything beneath the sixth dimension is in fact the very essence and being of STM.

What needs 2B addressed now is not how the song from 1986 called “REAL GOOD GIRL” 4 all of the millions of wrestling fans and non wrestling fans of the past quarter century including Robbie Kennedy, not Bobby, in a parallel universe where I live in a beautiful place in Egg Harbor, New Jersey, called the ‘Round House Estate’. Nor do we need 2 talk about space shuttle problems or explosions, fires, names like White, STM’s twin known as symbolism, electronic metaphysics using old style analog tape recorders, or any of this stuff. We need not concern ourselves with 5+ years of “THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN”, or any mentioning there on of ‘Lottery-Cat Gawky Gaukauk’, his powerful ability 2 decode combinations of cosmic bits of a sort, and creating a way of powerfully predicting many awesome and bizarre things. We need not bother with any of this or an entire host of other such parallel things, such as PARALLEL EVENT, ICPE or intentionally using it 2 win in casinos in 1986 as I did by playing the unbeatable game known as Roulette, or the PHILADELPHIA FLYERS HOCKEY or the PHILADELPHIA PHILIES BASEBALL, or the DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES, yet all the shit talked about and all of those that have been accused of a heinous crime by me 4 indeed 25 and a half years or so now, is all part, as everything is, of STM, or (SPACE-TIME-MIND).

First off, the entire global society is against me, and against those few like me, who KNOW EXACTLY WHAT WE KNOW. The problem is that almost all of us eventually cave into this bunch of fucking demonic scum, and we do something stupid, and this as David Roth used 2 put it so often and so well on many occasions in the past B4 his demise by THEM in March of 2002. They bate us in by continually persecuting and harassing us day and night, week after week, month after cunt eating month, and year after mother slut sucking year, until we cave and go off like a ticking time bomb. This is YI tell my MORIANS and loyal few followers that I know perfectly well R in fact out here, DON’T CAVE, DO NOT EVER RESULT 2 ANY ILLEGAL OR VIOLENT ACTIONS, NOT AT ANY COST, as this is just what the fuck they want us 2 do, then POW, they win, they’ve got us forever, it’s GAME OVER and we lose, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Everybody knows what I’m talking about today, and I do not give 2 fucking shits if it sounds cold or uncaring 2 many. I am way more concerned with me and the tortured others out here that this is being fucking done 2, just because I say do not do shit like that, does not mean I give 2 fucking shits or that millions R not expendable, even the entire world. UR all expendable, but I will not go 2 fucking prison 4 anybody, I have said this since I have been a teenager, I WON’T GO 2 JAIL 4 ANYBODY, so do any of U need this 2B repeated in bolder font type??????????????????????????????

We will get more into shit like this when things quiet down, but let me make myself abundantly clear first. MORIANITY is not a hate group that preaches violence. It is a future religion or whatever, of persecuted people, Jew and gentile alike as this nonsense has nothing 2 do with my situation or Sarah-Stacey and her silly stupid teen aged dollhouse games 4 the past 13,000 years or so. MORIANITY began in 1995, a year after the book that has been discussed over and over again on these blogs, called, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”.

Nothing changes, it is always the same old same old, the same fucking stupid mother fucking bull shit, it does not change, they may throw a curve ball here and there and loop and lasso U upon occasion with a wild new spin, but basically, this is a boring ugly mess of rhinoceros vomit being up chucked at those like me by the epitome of slimy garbage filth balls, that take pleasure only in causing endless torment and torture and suffering 4 the peeps that they have chosen either randomly or with an unknown purpose that we the victims of their shit remain endlessly clueless about throughout the constant and continual agony and pain and misery beyond outlandish and vicious description, YO!!!! Take this fucking bull shit with the Dow Jones. It all began along with the Flyers Hockey bull shit, on the 15th of August in the year of 1986. There is no rhyme nor reason 4 any of it, it just fucking all happened, bang, one day and minute in time, this is not some fucking made up delusion, it is real, I would say these fucking things right out in open court if I ever was presented such an opportunity. The PHILADELPHIA football team known as the EAGLES was slaughtered on Sunday and as a direct result, I was cock sucking twat eating pummeled 2 death on Monday, yesterday, by this fucking diseased EVIL EMPIRE called by me 4 many years now, the “MILITUFORCE”. Just Google up the freaking MILITUFORCE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When “THEY” get their way, whoever THEY is or R, they love 2 strike me the next day and show me their un-miss-able and undeniable “HA-HA” sign and signal. This has all been going on, and this is what peeps like Onyx cannot GET, not since last Friday or the past 3 and a half fucking years, THIS IS AN ONGOING NIGHTMARE AROUND ME NOW, THAT HAS LASTED 4 MORE THAN A QUARTER OF A MOTHER FUCKING CENTURY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wake up, sleepwalking asshole world, shit man, R all of U related 2 the mighty Paula B. King???????????????? Now most of U know that Paula and I met in the year 1967, and that she was part of a human world gang of luscious beauty teen queen girls from Atlantic City, New Jersey, all run by the Callio daughter, who will deny all of this, naturally. Which butt wipe out here would murder a bastard son of a bitch and then admit 2 it when asked? Peeps don’t admit shit, WAKE FUCKING UP ASS HOLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I walked out my mother fucking door 2 go 2 my job and was blasted and fucking bombarded with a chemtrail assault yesterday, and then it was blaring music in the neighborhood the rest of the day after returning home after work, and many other nasty and continual fucking nuances as well all kept occurring all throughout the day, right down 2 and including utility attacks, hacks on video fucking apparatus, as well as audio shit, it was a real super fucking BOTBAR, and “major ass attack by the world and the SATAN”, Copyright Office Examiners of 1986 and tape journal number fucking seventeen hundred and eighty six. President Ulysses S. Grant’s 5th grand daughter Jess loves 2 fuck with me. She makes a lot of my time at work a total hell, and she enjoys doing it. I’ll admit that she likes 2 fuck with lots of people, it is just her way, right Captain Berkeley Spok Memorygaps Kirk? But today she was the last straw after the past half year or more of total fucking hell there at this shit hoe that U can all Google up and C my ugly fucking puss on their fucking website, www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/.

I’m quite sure that many have realized that my mind or brain was totally ETTOS hacked out while doing my last blog while trying 2 tell some powerful shit on very important points and topics, one being the subject of heated debate since the forties, the UFO and aliens phenomenon. I said that there R3 commonalities in all UFO stories that check out as non-hoax and very sincere tales, told by reputable peeps, not like me on SS Disability with credibility fucking zero, David Roth Wolf!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, I said Billy Graham Junior, and where I live in the ubiverse where my residence is the roundhouse estates of Egg Harbor City, in New Jersey, Roy Carl Weiler Senior, and have 2 lovely wonderful daughters, and am married 2 the great Paula Belinda King, this is in fact his name, but over here, he is Doctor Franklin Graham, sorry about the error, my life in the 5th dimension is quite intricate, am I correct, or 2 far below the accepted surface there, MISTER ‘Paul Pedersen of STUDIO PARK RECORDS’????????? But yes, Doctor FG knows exactly what blog SJ-CH-0053 is talking about, he can either admit it or lie, which is his decision; and remember sir, Sarah-Stacey-Jehovah hears and knows it all, BRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!! But none of this is part of the story at hand folks, YO. The 3 things that R part of and always run through all UFO-related and or connected things R first, families and not just in the one generation of them, running lab experiments and collecting samples of everything from blood 2 cum, am I right Thomas J. Reale of Ventnor, New Jersey? And then finally the third thing and this is what somebody totally gapped out of my mind on the prior blog, duh I wonder Y, is GAPS IN MEMORY AND LOSS OF MEMORY AND OR TIME PIECES. Wow, does it really get better than all of this bull shit, even with tons of girls and curls and NASA projects, and supermen all added and mixed together?

But after this final straw today while I was leaving the place, I went home and called the AARP office and told them that I will pay 4 the license, and need 2 get back into security work and out of this hell hole place I am working in B4I have a fucking full psychotic mother fucking break!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I do not mind paying 4 the fucking license, as Leon told me that he will B able 2 get me a fucking job once I am licensed by Florida, as my New Jersey fucking SORA license is meaningless. All this shit resulted after the 911 shit, and this is YU will repeatedly hear me tell all who R listening 2 my message, DO NOT GIVE THESE FUCKERS WHAT THEY WANT HANDED UP ON A SILVER PLATTER. The more violent acts that get committed, the more FUCKING RIGHTS WILL B TAKEN AWAY FROM THE REST OF US, in the name of safety and security of course, DUH and color me Lenny, or make me darker than Sarah if that is your reale desire Misses Marola from 1969!!!!!!!!!!

Death angels R constant and loud, passing more often on my right side than my left side, and R an extremely annoying pain in my ass. Go fuck yourself spell and grammer checker program. This is the shit that my poor misguided once potential friend and Morian knew so well. U must speak the new language, it is almost the law. The new lingo is composed of very bland and mediocre descriptions, no intricacies R permitted, only this new recently caught on ‘short tweets’ thing. Soon, peeps will B saying, “Make it short and tweet”!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hell, UR only changing the old established saying by one value number in one letter. U just watch and C folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Where did Paula King rape me the 4th time, but the symbolic location of the hospital elevator in Stratford, New Jersey, but what is this great hospital named after, but her mighty washcloth alien family, alien not in the UFO mortal waking mind’s concept of alien, but only in the misunderstanding of the truth about the reality of STM. Sweet little tweet, keep it bland, keep it mediocre, where RU when I really needed U2 witness this horrendous new age and sick fucking demonic 21st century, MISTER David Charles Roth, YO??????????????? Yeah, good old John Fitz Kennedy, and his many hospitals, airports, and space program capes. Does anyone even start 2 understand YI use the word UNBLOGGABLE??????????????????

Huge shit is now in motion, I plan 2 get away from April and where I live at the 26th Street Ghetto, as well as my shithole job. I still plan 2 leave 4 South America, but do not trust Scylla and her nasty snowstorms. I will not take the stupid song off of the U-Tube. I will keep it up there 4U Curly. I know it sucks, but it was the best I could do. I am the world’s lousiest singer, and all I had 2 work with was a couple Benjamin’s. I really am sorry, but remember, your wonderful family is not all that squeaky clean in all of this.

I have noticed 4 a period of 15 years or more now, how it appears that everything is controlled and must fit tightly and perfectly into a box of such extremely narrow parameters. I instantly caught that shit on the news. Oh how well I get it, and totally understand. But when we cave in and do what they want us 2 do, THEY”VE GOT US, they have all the control, all the resources, all the might and the power, and we have so little that it would all fit nice and snug into the corner of a White Shadow postage stamp!!

I could discuss totally covert shit that nobody anywhere knows; it is not on the internet anyplace until I put it there. Let me give one example today, and more will follow if this awful wicked shit is not stopped against me damn ass fast peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!! Speaking of seeing things on the nuuuuuz, or “popping nuuuuuuun Ativan on the moUUUUUUUUrnig of 12 July”, MISTER David Roth, Space-Time-Mind (STM) is alive and well on many of my 1983-1985 songs all copyrighted in the Library of the Congress, in Washington, DCUSAESMWG, or peeps almost breaking their leg and suing me and the Harvest all within the tiniest weird nick of time that could only all happen by an intelligent design and in no way B any kind of a fucking bizarre random chance of event sequences, no one will ever make me believe that there R not 2 fighting forces of 2 opposing spins in the subatomic realm. Removing one spin creates zero-point-energy, making nuclear energy appear as a candle flame against the contrasting sun, comparatively. One force is part of the ‘let’s mess with the ass hole and laugh as he squirms and shits himself’ mentality of the BBC, and not the broadcasting company across the Atlantic Ocean from me, but rather this abbreviation is not supposed 2B known about at all, by paupers such as myself, and it stands 4 the (Bored Billionaires Club). This is all discussed on many previous blog texts from the past 3-5 years or so. The opposing spin force that is needed 2 keep zero-point-energy or (ZPE) from resulting, as this applies and operates in any and all things and not just in or with this cited example, and this is a phenomenon that cannot B properly expressed or told, so how can I ever really expect any waking mind readership 2 fully ‘get it’ and come 2 the deep understanding of carrying such a burden of unfathomable ass knowledge? This is going 2B attempted 2B explained, with the key word in this sentence being ATTEMPTED!!!!!!! This is how I seem 2B all wrapped up in everything 2 quote the great California English teacher turned recording artist of the early middle nineteen-seventies, Donna Fargo. It is how I am either totally correct that Mister Wolf is telling me my entire lost gapped life story over the past 10-20 years, or else, he is not consciously aware that I even exist, but some force makes things all work out and happen in ways that creates an almost undisputable visual scene that all though it is not true, it sure as shit looks like it’s true. Now 2 get back 2 the news and hearing shit on the news.

The many times we all hear it, the old man or the old lady who crashed their car into a crowd of people, or into a restaurant or a deli someplace, always in a crowd, it never happens in an isolated area. It happens 4 no reason, please, give me a break. A brake, no not a brake, as a brake or an acceleration pedal 4 that matter, has anything 2 do with what is happening. There is a very covert secret weapon that can B aimed down from a satellite, one of the many reasons I despise NASA and the space program and never have made any Juliafires bones about it on any of these blogs, and this weapon alters the normal automatic automobile transmission system 2 shift-up so 2 speak when the auto is slowing down. The poor bastard is so up set, that they lie and claim they mixed up their foot on the pedals, and this is not what is going on peeps, oh that lovely fucking NASA, how I love these diseased dirt bag table-pasters and Dawn King lovers. They force themselves 2 believe their own lie, after all, what else could possibly have happened? But what happened is that an experimental weapon was used on them and their VEHICLE and it made the transmission do the total opposite thing that it would normally do as the driver is slowing down by applying his or her breaks. It is a simple electrical trick that is all tied into effecting the alternator, and has been used on me on many occasions over the past nearly 26 mother fucking years. Still, what really visited me that night at Cifaloglio in Folsom, New Jersey? Nothing personal U know, sorry if this inconvenienced U or your life or anyone else’s, but we R choosing U2 run this experiment on. OH YEAH, RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where R the bloody washcloths? R they being stored inside the Stratford, New Jersey Kennedy Hospital System? Does New Shoes have them hidden in one of their kettle drums? Or R they inside me somewhere in-between my lungs and my brain? All I did was mind my own business and go down 2 the shore with a child molester in 1970. I slept in his sicko home and was interacted with by his sicko family, and from there it only got worse and worse, right Misses Marola, hello 2U2. RU still a Mountainpen fan????????????? Do U remember the wall that I punched in Cooley Hall that day early in 1969? Does anything ever really change 4 me Misses Pronunciationyear? Where is I Ching in my life? Y can’t anything ever fucking change, Misses M??????????????????????????

Does the name Laura McGinty mean so much 2 the Milituforce that they had 2 transmit themselves back through positive polarity space fields and block my freedom of speech? Or was it because I got a bit overly specific with the book I wrote back in the year of 1994, called “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”?

Right now I really do not give a shirt or a shit about anything, I have bigger fish 2 fry, in fact this great old fish is really pissed off now. I apologize 2 the All Mighty Scylla, and all things get is worse. Now SHE thought I was taking the stupid song off of U-Tube, and SHE iced up the country again. Cool it BROWN EYES, I am not taking your song down. “MI APOLOGY SONG” will stay up there until U appear one night and tell me I can take it down. www.utube.com/MI Apology Song.

There R billions of horrible evil secrets lurking all throughout the sixth dimension, and none of us can ever escape this horrendous reality. We can make the best of shit and take the right attitude, but it changes nothing. U can close your eyes and sing out like Pavarotti while U fall off of the top of Mount Everest. U still R gonna have a very fucking bad experience in a very short time, so play all the games U want, fellow humans. Place horns on me and Google up Donna Summer, not the disco queen, but DJDS. Neither one has anything good 2 say about poor old pathetic MOUNTAINPEN. Now ask me if I could give 2 fucking shits. All anyone of U from Donald J. Trump 2 the bum on the sidewalk, can ever do is shut your eyes and pretend your Pavarotti falling off the mountain. This, my sons and my daughters, is reality, and what U think about these words changes zip, zilch, squat, and nada. As the Ambassador of Japan put it right B4 America entered into the Second World War, “SO-SAHWEE”!!!!!!!! WHAAA!!!!

Stink fucking boy is here, and so is his game playing jerk off man who brings him, time 4 me 2 make a quick strategic exit Mister Callas, OUTAHHHHHHHHEREEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! BYE-BYE. As Billy said, if Onyx and the gang did not love me, they wouldn’t B egging me on 2 get me 2 go back on the UM site blog. DUH!!!!

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