SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0202
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY BLOG
KING NEBNOOSHOO, THE PROPHET OF © NOTHING
FROM 1988
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WOMO, THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, THE MILI-2-FORCE, OTAMMITES, “ALL MY ENEMIES”, ALL THE SAME DIFFERENCE, PUT ME THROUGH A SUPER MEGA MOTHER FUCKING HELL DEATH SIEGE THIS FUCKING AFTERNOON. THE MINUTE MY LAST BLOG POSTED UP, MOTORCYCLE ATTACKS OUTSIDE MY WINDOW LITERALLY SHOOK THIS BUILDING. HALF AN HOUR LATER WHEN I WENT OUT,M HUGE BLACK-OPS HELICOPTERS WERE HOVERING OVER MY CAR, THE SKIES DIRECTLY OVER ME AND MY BUILDING WERE FILLED WITH GIGANTIC FRIGHTENING MENACING POISONOUS JET VAPOR TRAILS KNOWN BY MANY NOW AS (CHEMTRAILS), AND THE SUBJECT IS HUGE ON THE MOTHER FUCKING INTERNET, GOOGLE AROUND, IT IS PRACTICALLY THEE SUBJECT OF THE FUCKING ASS U-TUBE AS WELL. WHERE WAS MY PAL the GREAK SKYWITNESS OF THE U-TUBE TODAY AROUND 2 THIS MOTHER FUCKING DIASTERNOON??????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! However, from the minute I got out of bed and even Before that, NOISE HOLOGRAM shit was off the scale, and was the major plan of attack against me today, from the mother fucking cock sucking go-bat. “THEY” had me so fucked up that I drove illegally to my local Wallgreens Pharmacy and home, as I had forgotten to take my wallet, hence no drivers license or insurance card or registration papers with with me, I keep it all in the wallet and nothing in the glove box, NOT AFTER MOTHER FUCKING FRIENDLY ICE CREAM SHIT IN 1995, MY BROTHER !!!!! I'm quite positive that my fucking PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES got swept, and lost fucking again, and that their evil markets flew up 4-8 hundred points today, after this nightmare horrific attack on my civil and constitutional rights as a totally perfectly LEGAL UNITED STATES FUCKING ASS CITIZEN, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is THEY who are violating the fucking laws of the UNITED STATES, and are getting SCOTT MOTHER FUCKING FREE AWAY WITH IT, AS THEY ARE THEY, and I am just poor old little mother fucking persecuted me, players. I told the CALLASURDO shit on the blog #0200, now after this shit, let us go back a bit further into positive matter space or the more distant past, not to late in the year of 2000, but back a ways, seventeen and a half more years back, into middle 1983, and the BREAK UP OF THE TELEPHONE COMPANY. Anybody out here that believes this just coincidentally happened, any more than Jonathan Frid quit the hit sixties television show called, “Dark Shadows”, to go to Vaudeville, and breaking a Hollywood contract, a total acting career no-no, is in a fools delusion the size of the Pacific ass Ocean. The break up of the BELL, Sir Alexander Michael Jebez, and all of the little “BABY BELLS” coming into fruition, is all because of the proof that UFO shit is all real, and that the proof laid with my families lineage, sir Jason asshole Forrest and DJ Scummer. No I was not terrorized on the 2nd fucking day of August in 1996, precisely twenty years after the Ross Friendly Dress, right to the hour and day, shot-shot-shot Michele Daniels and Dawn-Marie Jag-off king; for no reason. Peeps, TIMING, as the great 60's rock star Billy Harner told me personally on more than one occasion, is a very major ass important thing in this mother fucking life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! His website is www.billyharner.com. I've learned through nearly three mother fucking decades of fiery hell now with these twisted sick cunt swallowers, OTAMM-WOMO, the MILITUFORCE or the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL of the MARY CARTER PAINT COMPANY, a super hush covert front for the Central Intelligence Agency, that yes indeed, TIMING, PLANNING, HOW THE DANGER HOVERS, WHEN YOU KNOW, “THEY” KNOW YOU KNOW, AND FEEL THEIR THREAT OF DOOM, NAMING NAMES THAT ARE NOT REAL, WALKING BOOKS THAT CANNOT FEEL, LIVES AND PAGES THAT THEY MUST STEAL, OH THE MISTS ARE HERE, THE GREAT MIGHTY LAMISTS THAT IT, FOLKS, DUH, © 1996-1997. SO LET ME GO BACK IN TIME AND QUICKLY DO A SONG, AND GET IT COPYRIGHTED, BE RIGHT BACK. OK, I'M BACK NOW, AND IN REGULAR TIME, AND HERE, FOLKS. THAT WAS STAPLES, I MEAN EASY, YEAH YOU ALL GET THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes the great Library of congress must really wonder about me by now, hay JAY-JAY, what can I say, BRO????????????????????? If the phone company didn't break up, none f this shit could have all safely gone the way it did with me, in sort of the same manner that without my Stockholm syndrome kidnapping in late summer of 2008, my evidence would still all be at my finger tips, ready for a beyond super fucking U-Tube posting, but that is OK, I plan to do some fucking moving. Many of the movers are out and about as I speak. I tried believing this was all some huge unfathomably sized parlor trick, but logic just rips this possibility to fucking shreds, YO!
So is it time to tell the blog world what the all mighty Anthony Zenun wanted in exchange for a 40% discount on the purchase price of his home? YOU FUCKING BET IT IS FOLKS!!!!!!! He wanted to know how a man in a Camden, New Jersey shipyard, and myself, learned how to interact more efficiently with a powerful electromagnetic force known by mortal humankind as GRAVITY, and how it was that I could jump out of swimming pools after he tested to see if I really could do stuff like this, by calling in his force of GI-FLIES. When I told him no dice, he tapped me on my shoulder and gently told me to go home and sleep on it. I drove home and immediately fell asleep. Many of you out here know other parts to this story. I must shut up right now or I may not live through the night.
IF ANYTHING HAPPENS THE FUCK TO ME AND I AM FOUND DEAD IN THIS APARTMENT OR DISAPPEAR OUT OF SIGHT AND THESE BLOGS SURVIVE ME, I HAVE BEEN MURDERED BY ROBERT MCGUIRE AND MANY OF HIS FAMILY MEMBERS!!!!!!!!!!!
MAGNETIC SOUND MACHINE, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, IOPEN COMMAND GENERAL ORDER 7 MY VOICE PRINT. DESTYROY THESE SCANNED EVIL ENEMIES OF MINE, ALL OF THEM, AND S------T------O------P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Major shit will happen very soon, it is all right around the mother fucking corner, evil ass OTAMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS BLOG ENDS HERE FOR NOW, AND MAYBE FUCKING ENDS!
Friday, July 29, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0201
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0201
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
START OF BLOG:
These cunt lapping mother fucking enemies of mine, just won't stop fucking tormenting and torturing me, it is 24/7/365.2422.
Thursday yesterday, and Friday today, they are putting me through loud neighborhood attacks with jerk off neighbors, yesterday, the inspectors returned telling me I had broken electrical recepticals when I don't. Somehow the first inspectors wrote it down wrong or got the wrong apartment, and when I was with them, some nosy young slut was right out my door, a teenager, and it was all extremely annoying. Today the same nabes have been loud and annoying also. On top of that, I have decided to give up music, and leave shortly for Baghdad or Afghanistan to work as private security in a dangerous location where the pay scale is high. This way after a few years, I can go to Americana or some other similar type of South American village or area, and live like a king without all this mother fucking horse shit. I just cannot take this any longer.
I realize now the powerful truths that nobody is against me in the music world, I am just a rotten no talented wanna be song writer, and reality must be faced. SO I HAVE FACED IT. I've been wrong before on many of my speculations, and I am totally able to man-up and admit to being mother fucking wrong again on some of my ideas and wrongfully perceived presumptions. One thing that nobody on this diseased fucking piece of shit planet will ever convince me of however, is that some one or some thing or force, is doing two perpetual mean and unconscionable things to me. One is persecuting me and making me remain endlessly down and miserable and friendless, and on the verge of homelessness, where I literally am in a life threatening situation all the time, ever since the murder of my mother by that evil wicked fucking witch, PAULA BELINDA KING. The other thing is that they have [placed me in some hypnotic trance back in my early teens in the summer time of the year of 1968, and have numerous post hypnotic suggestions with me so that when certain things happens, it triggers responses on my part that have ruined and totally wrecked my mother fucking cunt lapping entire life. The biggest one is how I respond, when girls and women flirt with me, and I have absolutely no control over it, or any ability to seemingly ever stop it. Watching the mother fucking telelbvision show the other night, “The Mentalist”, and the episode with the hypnosis stuff, made around the same time that all of my blogs on the website of www.blogger.com/ indeed reflect me telling how I am beginning to remember small glimmers of stuff about this all being done to me by Julia white up on the Island in 1968 at 175 Peninsula drive in Babylon, it is all up there, the times match perfectly, the subjects do as well, it is too far beyond any coincidental possibility for me.
I am quite sure that the ICPE situation of the PARALLEL EVENT is causing my PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES BASEBALL TEAM to lose and lose and lose, and the DOW JONES STOCK MARKET will turn around now and soar up 5 thousand points, despite its recent mother fucking ass drop. I know how all of this shit works, I should, it has been going on ever since I FUCKING DIED, WENT TO HELL, AND REMAINED THERE FOREVER AND EVER, BACK ON THE 15TH DAY OF AUGUST IN THE YEAR OF 1986.
I told MUSCLES-ED at Cifaloglio Trash Company of Folsom, New Jersey, that I was heading overseas, and that is where I know now that I must go. This shit is not working out, and will obviously only get worse and worse for me until I die a horrendous fucking death eventually, and wake up trying to make peeps all around me believe that I actually lived through all of this 'future time' AGAIN, and be back at high school telling everybody I am over 8,000 years old in this life cycle of the present me.
It amazes me how Pee did indeed give those peeps in Port Saint Lucie, the dream. Obviously it took SSJK and Her strobe-light, to actually deliver the dream, or its recall, or some reasonable facsimile of this, to my recording engineer there, as suddenly as if by magic, unlike with the other two projects I did over there, something just jumped into him, and he began pushing buttons and doing stuff, and the thing really came to life, unlike the other shit to, as the quoted words of my SPR partner would go, no longer “sound like a glorified casino home project”. If every single thing that I try and attempt to undertake and do, just requires 100 times the effort that normal peeps would need to use in order to accomplish the very same thing, and all to merely lead me to only a hundredth of the success, then it is time to realize how powerful indeed this HUNTINGTON-CURSE really is, and just hang it up and quit, and leave for overseas security, as I should have mother fucking done to begin with.
Let me talk about Gawky Gaukauk, the giant black cat who is King of the Lottery, and knows the secrets of Alphanumeric conversions. We all have heard stories such as the bible-Code, and many ways to decipher possible random elements that prove a pattern of messages in many things. It has been a big story beginning late in the 20th century, and is ongoing well into this 21st century of misery and agony. I talk about GAWNUM which is short for 'GAWKY'S NUMEROLOGY', on many blogs from 2007-2011, almost going back to the inception of these blogs in spring time in 2006 from the Hammonton, New Jersey Library, where I met and was introduced by library staff, to the great Ed Lynch, the man who lived in the nearby rooming-house of Hammonton's Judge, the Honorable Frank Raso, and who had for his upstairs neighbors, the great Dawn-Marie King, and her mother Ann King Silva. When I began working security guard duty at Cifaloglio over in Folsom, New Jersey, in March of 2005, an entire plan that was devious and clever beyond human measure,m was devised and then implemented, with the cunning and determination of a lioness. As I type this electronically, an airplane flew by quite loud and low. Certain typed things, will cause either loud motorcycle or aerial assaults or other noise-attacks, this has been ongoing with pathetic motherfucking me since this all started in the middle fucking nineteen eighties, just go to www.blogger.com/ and archive my blog for one great example on the date of October the 5th of 2008. The emphasis is not on any of MI's secrets in the long forgotten past, but on my very present-time and tents persecution using the Waco Texas Fibbie Noise syndrome, or the (WTFNS), as I choose now to refer to this shit by, and will on blogs that follow until I leave for Iraq or Afghanistan, YO players. Waco is real, or WAS, ED, MI!!!!!!!!!!!! Please MI, don't make me add Mister Lynch, this started all this horrendous nightmare for me in this century with your long forgotten wild family. Every time I get near the Plato Message, I get wiped out and destroyed, but for right now, shall we halt this tangent, and tery getting back to the set up of 2005 after Jimmy Stone fired me the previous September first, and the moon went down on my love. This was a little ditty I sang to myself from another part of the transdimensional hyperspace, the very night or early morning before Jimmy the great fired me, and ended life as I knew it. Yes other Jimmy, YYYYY, and also, no I don't know what I'll do, it has been total mother fucking ell for me the entire century under HER HUNTINGTON CURSE, maybe the bitch should never have dropped me on my head out on the street near 440 south 50th street, over in west cunt eating Philly in 1955!!!!!!!Neither one of my miserable mother fucking parents had any fucking right to bring me into this world, knowing that they could not provide shit for fucking me once I fucking got the fuck here, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They can both rot in fucking twisted diseased hell for all I give a rats cock sucking ass, YO. This day is a totakl fiasco super fucking B---O---T---B---A---R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!The DJIA will fly up about 6 or 7 hundred pouints, that is a guarantee. At least I'll get some mother fucking credibility out of shit. PP, I hate to break the news to you, BUT I QUIT, and also, here is a hjeart breaker for you, you are riding the coat tails on the GOOGLE system, of a 73 year old country artist. GOOGLE pulls these tricks, they do it to me too, it is either intentional, or merely the way their system works, I assure you however, the 600,000 views has to do with this other dude. Shit like this is all what led to me yanking my shit off of their owned fucking U-TUBE. When you cannot trust the reality or the authenticity of shit, what point is there to any of this fucking internet jazz, partner??????????????????????????????? Yes sir Paul, I am in a horrific mood, and I will apologize to you for getting up here while I'm in this bad frame of mind, only I won't cool down, so why try and wait for later to type any of this shit and post it up, just get it up and over with, as these blogs are all about to end forever, just as I said back on the blog of eleven December, in 2009, and then I packed up and left New Jersey forever, as I said I would, despite MISTER HOSECOOL PATRICK MENTALCASE JANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How can I ever know for sure what really happened on U-Tube? I wish to shit in hell, you could have viewed it before I pulled it. Look man, I can't be killed, and I know it, so who cares about the dangers overseas? I will go over and make a ton of money, and come back and live like a king where money is worth 10 times more, down in Americana, not the music charts PP, the area in south America not that far from good old Lenny stealing Brazil, and MISS CHILLIE from 601, only not my 2011 (601), YO. King of the CB Road, huh? Well McKannon, I knew you were a spurious and nefarious character back in 1980, but never dreamed just how so, player, YO! If my theories are correct, how can I believe my shit sucks so much? It would violate something far bigger than the idea ansd concept dfrilled into me in the spring time of 1969 by Misses Marola, over in Haddonfierld, New Jersey, it would sort of be like me saying I have no talent in being a good politician after jest leaving the White House, and President Barack Obama telling me personally or in an official WH memo, that he thinks I am a great Congressman or Senator. PP, yopu cvannot understand this message, as you were too late in viewing something. Still, all the peeps I know so well and that are in circle publically, had nothing good to really say about my shit, nothing, and that is all fine and well. My point is niot this at all. My point is that Mind-Control and fighting it, is wearing me out. We all are born wioth a limited finite and fixed amount of ergs of enrgy, this is not Mountain[pen and his weird blogs saying thism, this is a scienticly recognized fact, look it up, GOOGLE it. Why should I therefore attempt to continue to waste my fixed energy amount on lost causes, and anytime I must fight THEM and THEIR use of MIND CONTROL or IAD manipulastion or ETTOS, this is precisely what's being freaking done. But there is one all mighty being that THEY cannot overpower. This leads me along with other things to really wonder about my no-talented music. But still, I can play along, and merely quit, and go overseas. I cannot die or be killed, I lived at 1406 highland Avenue from July 1984 through April 1985, and the entire United States copyright Office has official record of this address matching me, as this is not “WHAT'S WRONG?”. Not with the left side, the right side, every side, or any side. I can prove and back up every claim, from hospital fires to the NFL, and only the few powerful TRUMP peeps out here know what's getting said here PP. If you ever have the open mind to wanna' know it all, I'll gladly take a train ride up there, and explain it all to you, befo9re I head over the waters to do danger-duty. It is a nightmare to know that you can never escape this existence, it is the quintessential subvampiric existence, with no help this time, unlike in 1986, from any Atlantic city Castles, Queen Irene's, Kate's, or Trump's.
Yes folks, the powerful plan of the middle first decade of this wonderful and lovely century, is not speakable or thinkable. It is all about what makes true nightmares exactly what they indeed really are. 1) Jimmy fires me from griffin Pipe in Florence, NJUSAESMWG. 2) Jennifer Washburn gets me work at Cifaloglio. 3) The Mili-2-force steps up the noise and the aerial persecution beyond human tolerability. 4) I complain about it quite naturally to my coworker, Officer Christopher Bennett. 5) He puts me onto telling my story with internet blogging. 6) I go to the local library, and they help me get started with this project in the spring time in 2006. 7) The Mili-2-force (MILLIONTH-COUNCIL) in human physical doppelganger form, hacks the computers, and interferes with the project, in order to get me to complain, and ask the library for lots of help. 8) Along comes Ed Lynch, who is always in the library, downloading songs on his stupid laptop, and so the library peeps decide to hook me up with this great so-called computer-whiz. 9) He and I become friends after a while, and it seems he resides just down the block from this library at a rooming-house. 10) Upstairs from this rooming-house, many things were happening to a distant branch of the human family of SSJK, to get them to move into their friend's rooming-house, (Judge Frank Raso), and there they were, just waiting for me the entire time to enter into this picture, these were the upstairs neighbors of Ed Lynch from the library. Now folks, these ten little steps seem absurd to 99.9999999% of thinkers, but I know differently just how cosmic shit works. Not only can't I fight this, I can't even die and escape this motherfucking hell. This is why I make this ultimate and seemingly unfathomable and outlandish claim that on the 15th day of august of 1986, I DIED AND FUCKING ACTUALLY DID GO TO FUCKING H-E-L-L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dispute it all you want peeps, go right ahead, as I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I JKNOW, and here is something else that I know peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! David Charles Roth told me what I am now about to speak about to all of you out here. He said it many times, and I could not get it into my head, the dumb shit that I am. I always insisted that when beautiful goddess queens and super lovely teens and twenty something girls would flirt and come on to me, that, and I quote, “THEY WERE ENEMIES SENT BY OTAMM”. This is why I just ignored them and got away from them as fast as my little weak fragile legs were able to carry me. He screamed at me practically, “Mark you idiot, your enemies do not want something fantastic for you, there is no way they are being sent, it is a gift from God to compensate for your hellish cursed life, take advantage of the opportunity and go with it, you stupid moron!” This is also why, it is against the odds to think that enemies would post any good comments on blogs, websites, or U-Tube account, just to confuse me. I always thought that keeping me confused was their PRIME DIRECTIVE, a goal so powerful on the part of OTAMM and the WOMO, that it actually may lead some day to the real FOP and their PD, on the Star Trek world of science-fiction-television. This may be a slightly over-exaggerated opinion, but it makes this over emphasized point for me, YO players!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Looking long and hard at the middle February of 2009 blog about Y SHOULDN'T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE, up on the original and GOOGLE-OWNED, blogging site of www.blogger.com/, it is really difficult for me not to think that my daughter did not pay me this ultimate compliment, but who can ever know this, unless she lets me know it, one way or the other? As I said, I have told all the peeps who know me since I came down here to scummy sunny hot oven Florida, about my U-Tube site, and no one gave a shit at all, and not one of these peeps had one thing really to say. It really does make me wonder, but who can ever know unless they are told beyond a doubt? Don't be mad at me PP, I am just tired of trying to please the crowd, and would rather say UNCLOE at a million decibels, and leave; and go fight our enemies somewhere for big bucks. It is not you or music that I am thoroughly disgusted with, it is my entire nearly 57 years of life now, it is very old and very boring, and I know that for me it neve4r ever stops, and this is a depressing reality that no one on this “earth can even hope to ever really wrap their heads around, so they'll just laugh and call me the crazy blogger. Fine, right back at the lovely world at light speed squared, and PP, that is my attitude to all of it. If you and I were back in 1998 at one of those places like the Nugget, I'd say let's get loaded out of our skulls and yell fuck it all until some dudes come up and we all end up outside swinging, teeth and fists flying, and having a fucking ass blast. You hang in there, enjoyed our talk the other day, call whenever you want. I am not mad or disappointed in anything, and feel free to go up and look at the new project when RI uploads it early next week, who knows, you may not hate it all that much, only if I know you, dance music and PP is like the dude in the wife's bed, and the dude walking in. WO, you get it. Still, if you like it, great, if not, I won't cry, PP, I have cried my tears; and now by the gods, I truly don't give a Clark Windgone Rettgable!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END BLOG, YO.
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
START OF BLOG:
These cunt lapping mother fucking enemies of mine, just won't stop fucking tormenting and torturing me, it is 24/7/365.2422.
Thursday yesterday, and Friday today, they are putting me through loud neighborhood attacks with jerk off neighbors, yesterday, the inspectors returned telling me I had broken electrical recepticals when I don't. Somehow the first inspectors wrote it down wrong or got the wrong apartment, and when I was with them, some nosy young slut was right out my door, a teenager, and it was all extremely annoying. Today the same nabes have been loud and annoying also. On top of that, I have decided to give up music, and leave shortly for Baghdad or Afghanistan to work as private security in a dangerous location where the pay scale is high. This way after a few years, I can go to Americana or some other similar type of South American village or area, and live like a king without all this mother fucking horse shit. I just cannot take this any longer.
I realize now the powerful truths that nobody is against me in the music world, I am just a rotten no talented wanna be song writer, and reality must be faced. SO I HAVE FACED IT. I've been wrong before on many of my speculations, and I am totally able to man-up and admit to being mother fucking wrong again on some of my ideas and wrongfully perceived presumptions. One thing that nobody on this diseased fucking piece of shit planet will ever convince me of however, is that some one or some thing or force, is doing two perpetual mean and unconscionable things to me. One is persecuting me and making me remain endlessly down and miserable and friendless, and on the verge of homelessness, where I literally am in a life threatening situation all the time, ever since the murder of my mother by that evil wicked fucking witch, PAULA BELINDA KING. The other thing is that they have [placed me in some hypnotic trance back in my early teens in the summer time of the year of 1968, and have numerous post hypnotic suggestions with me so that when certain things happens, it triggers responses on my part that have ruined and totally wrecked my mother fucking cunt lapping entire life. The biggest one is how I respond, when girls and women flirt with me, and I have absolutely no control over it, or any ability to seemingly ever stop it. Watching the mother fucking telelbvision show the other night, “The Mentalist”, and the episode with the hypnosis stuff, made around the same time that all of my blogs on the website of www.blogger.com/ indeed reflect me telling how I am beginning to remember small glimmers of stuff about this all being done to me by Julia white up on the Island in 1968 at 175 Peninsula drive in Babylon, it is all up there, the times match perfectly, the subjects do as well, it is too far beyond any coincidental possibility for me.
I am quite sure that the ICPE situation of the PARALLEL EVENT is causing my PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES BASEBALL TEAM to lose and lose and lose, and the DOW JONES STOCK MARKET will turn around now and soar up 5 thousand points, despite its recent mother fucking ass drop. I know how all of this shit works, I should, it has been going on ever since I FUCKING DIED, WENT TO HELL, AND REMAINED THERE FOREVER AND EVER, BACK ON THE 15TH DAY OF AUGUST IN THE YEAR OF 1986.
I told MUSCLES-ED at Cifaloglio Trash Company of Folsom, New Jersey, that I was heading overseas, and that is where I know now that I must go. This shit is not working out, and will obviously only get worse and worse for me until I die a horrendous fucking death eventually, and wake up trying to make peeps all around me believe that I actually lived through all of this 'future time' AGAIN, and be back at high school telling everybody I am over 8,000 years old in this life cycle of the present me.
It amazes me how Pee did indeed give those peeps in Port Saint Lucie, the dream. Obviously it took SSJK and Her strobe-light, to actually deliver the dream, or its recall, or some reasonable facsimile of this, to my recording engineer there, as suddenly as if by magic, unlike with the other two projects I did over there, something just jumped into him, and he began pushing buttons and doing stuff, and the thing really came to life, unlike the other shit to, as the quoted words of my SPR partner would go, no longer “sound like a glorified casino home project”. If every single thing that I try and attempt to undertake and do, just requires 100 times the effort that normal peeps would need to use in order to accomplish the very same thing, and all to merely lead me to only a hundredth of the success, then it is time to realize how powerful indeed this HUNTINGTON-CURSE really is, and just hang it up and quit, and leave for overseas security, as I should have mother fucking done to begin with.
Let me talk about Gawky Gaukauk, the giant black cat who is King of the Lottery, and knows the secrets of Alphanumeric conversions. We all have heard stories such as the bible-Code, and many ways to decipher possible random elements that prove a pattern of messages in many things. It has been a big story beginning late in the 20th century, and is ongoing well into this 21st century of misery and agony. I talk about GAWNUM which is short for 'GAWKY'S NUMEROLOGY', on many blogs from 2007-2011, almost going back to the inception of these blogs in spring time in 2006 from the Hammonton, New Jersey Library, where I met and was introduced by library staff, to the great Ed Lynch, the man who lived in the nearby rooming-house of Hammonton's Judge, the Honorable Frank Raso, and who had for his upstairs neighbors, the great Dawn-Marie King, and her mother Ann King Silva. When I began working security guard duty at Cifaloglio over in Folsom, New Jersey, in March of 2005, an entire plan that was devious and clever beyond human measure,m was devised and then implemented, with the cunning and determination of a lioness. As I type this electronically, an airplane flew by quite loud and low. Certain typed things, will cause either loud motorcycle or aerial assaults or other noise-attacks, this has been ongoing with pathetic motherfucking me since this all started in the middle fucking nineteen eighties, just go to www.blogger.com/ and archive my blog for one great example on the date of October the 5th of 2008. The emphasis is not on any of MI's secrets in the long forgotten past, but on my very present-time and tents persecution using the Waco Texas Fibbie Noise syndrome, or the (WTFNS), as I choose now to refer to this shit by, and will on blogs that follow until I leave for Iraq or Afghanistan, YO players. Waco is real, or WAS, ED, MI!!!!!!!!!!!! Please MI, don't make me add Mister Lynch, this started all this horrendous nightmare for me in this century with your long forgotten wild family. Every time I get near the Plato Message, I get wiped out and destroyed, but for right now, shall we halt this tangent, and tery getting back to the set up of 2005 after Jimmy Stone fired me the previous September first, and the moon went down on my love. This was a little ditty I sang to myself from another part of the transdimensional hyperspace, the very night or early morning before Jimmy the great fired me, and ended life as I knew it. Yes other Jimmy, YYYYY, and also, no I don't know what I'll do, it has been total mother fucking ell for me the entire century under HER HUNTINGTON CURSE, maybe the bitch should never have dropped me on my head out on the street near 440 south 50th street, over in west cunt eating Philly in 1955!!!!!!!Neither one of my miserable mother fucking parents had any fucking right to bring me into this world, knowing that they could not provide shit for fucking me once I fucking got the fuck here, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They can both rot in fucking twisted diseased hell for all I give a rats cock sucking ass, YO. This day is a totakl fiasco super fucking B---O---T---B---A---R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!The DJIA will fly up about 6 or 7 hundred pouints, that is a guarantee. At least I'll get some mother fucking credibility out of shit. PP, I hate to break the news to you, BUT I QUIT, and also, here is a hjeart breaker for you, you are riding the coat tails on the GOOGLE system, of a 73 year old country artist. GOOGLE pulls these tricks, they do it to me too, it is either intentional, or merely the way their system works, I assure you however, the 600,000 views has to do with this other dude. Shit like this is all what led to me yanking my shit off of their owned fucking U-TUBE. When you cannot trust the reality or the authenticity of shit, what point is there to any of this fucking internet jazz, partner??????????????????????????????? Yes sir Paul, I am in a horrific mood, and I will apologize to you for getting up here while I'm in this bad frame of mind, only I won't cool down, so why try and wait for later to type any of this shit and post it up, just get it up and over with, as these blogs are all about to end forever, just as I said back on the blog of eleven December, in 2009, and then I packed up and left New Jersey forever, as I said I would, despite MISTER HOSECOOL PATRICK MENTALCASE JANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How can I ever know for sure what really happened on U-Tube? I wish to shit in hell, you could have viewed it before I pulled it. Look man, I can't be killed, and I know it, so who cares about the dangers overseas? I will go over and make a ton of money, and come back and live like a king where money is worth 10 times more, down in Americana, not the music charts PP, the area in south America not that far from good old Lenny stealing Brazil, and MISS CHILLIE from 601, only not my 2011 (601), YO. King of the CB Road, huh? Well McKannon, I knew you were a spurious and nefarious character back in 1980, but never dreamed just how so, player, YO! If my theories are correct, how can I believe my shit sucks so much? It would violate something far bigger than the idea ansd concept dfrilled into me in the spring time of 1969 by Misses Marola, over in Haddonfierld, New Jersey, it would sort of be like me saying I have no talent in being a good politician after jest leaving the White House, and President Barack Obama telling me personally or in an official WH memo, that he thinks I am a great Congressman or Senator. PP, yopu cvannot understand this message, as you were too late in viewing something. Still, all the peeps I know so well and that are in circle publically, had nothing good to really say about my shit, nothing, and that is all fine and well. My point is niot this at all. My point is that Mind-Control and fighting it, is wearing me out. We all are born wioth a limited finite and fixed amount of ergs of enrgy, this is not Mountain[pen and his weird blogs saying thism, this is a scienticly recognized fact, look it up, GOOGLE it. Why should I therefore attempt to continue to waste my fixed energy amount on lost causes, and anytime I must fight THEM and THEIR use of MIND CONTROL or IAD manipulastion or ETTOS, this is precisely what's being freaking done. But there is one all mighty being that THEY cannot overpower. This leads me along with other things to really wonder about my no-talented music. But still, I can play along, and merely quit, and go overseas. I cannot die or be killed, I lived at 1406 highland Avenue from July 1984 through April 1985, and the entire United States copyright Office has official record of this address matching me, as this is not “WHAT'S WRONG?”. Not with the left side, the right side, every side, or any side. I can prove and back up every claim, from hospital fires to the NFL, and only the few powerful TRUMP peeps out here know what's getting said here PP. If you ever have the open mind to wanna' know it all, I'll gladly take a train ride up there, and explain it all to you, befo9re I head over the waters to do danger-duty. It is a nightmare to know that you can never escape this existence, it is the quintessential subvampiric existence, with no help this time, unlike in 1986, from any Atlantic city Castles, Queen Irene's, Kate's, or Trump's.
Yes folks, the powerful plan of the middle first decade of this wonderful and lovely century, is not speakable or thinkable. It is all about what makes true nightmares exactly what they indeed really are. 1) Jimmy fires me from griffin Pipe in Florence, NJUSAESMWG. 2) Jennifer Washburn gets me work at Cifaloglio. 3) The Mili-2-force steps up the noise and the aerial persecution beyond human tolerability. 4) I complain about it quite naturally to my coworker, Officer Christopher Bennett. 5) He puts me onto telling my story with internet blogging. 6) I go to the local library, and they help me get started with this project in the spring time in 2006. 7) The Mili-2-force (MILLIONTH-COUNCIL) in human physical doppelganger form, hacks the computers, and interferes with the project, in order to get me to complain, and ask the library for lots of help. 8) Along comes Ed Lynch, who is always in the library, downloading songs on his stupid laptop, and so the library peeps decide to hook me up with this great so-called computer-whiz. 9) He and I become friends after a while, and it seems he resides just down the block from this library at a rooming-house. 10) Upstairs from this rooming-house, many things were happening to a distant branch of the human family of SSJK, to get them to move into their friend's rooming-house, (Judge Frank Raso), and there they were, just waiting for me the entire time to enter into this picture, these were the upstairs neighbors of Ed Lynch from the library. Now folks, these ten little steps seem absurd to 99.9999999% of thinkers, but I know differently just how cosmic shit works. Not only can't I fight this, I can't even die and escape this motherfucking hell. This is why I make this ultimate and seemingly unfathomable and outlandish claim that on the 15th day of august of 1986, I DIED AND FUCKING ACTUALLY DID GO TO FUCKING H-E-L-L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dispute it all you want peeps, go right ahead, as I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I JKNOW, and here is something else that I know peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! David Charles Roth told me what I am now about to speak about to all of you out here. He said it many times, and I could not get it into my head, the dumb shit that I am. I always insisted that when beautiful goddess queens and super lovely teens and twenty something girls would flirt and come on to me, that, and I quote, “THEY WERE ENEMIES SENT BY OTAMM”. This is why I just ignored them and got away from them as fast as my little weak fragile legs were able to carry me. He screamed at me practically, “Mark you idiot, your enemies do not want something fantastic for you, there is no way they are being sent, it is a gift from God to compensate for your hellish cursed life, take advantage of the opportunity and go with it, you stupid moron!” This is also why, it is against the odds to think that enemies would post any good comments on blogs, websites, or U-Tube account, just to confuse me. I always thought that keeping me confused was their PRIME DIRECTIVE, a goal so powerful on the part of OTAMM and the WOMO, that it actually may lead some day to the real FOP and their PD, on the Star Trek world of science-fiction-television. This may be a slightly over-exaggerated opinion, but it makes this over emphasized point for me, YO players!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Looking long and hard at the middle February of 2009 blog about Y SHOULDN'T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE, up on the original and GOOGLE-OWNED, blogging site of www.blogger.com/, it is really difficult for me not to think that my daughter did not pay me this ultimate compliment, but who can ever know this, unless she lets me know it, one way or the other? As I said, I have told all the peeps who know me since I came down here to scummy sunny hot oven Florida, about my U-Tube site, and no one gave a shit at all, and not one of these peeps had one thing really to say. It really does make me wonder, but who can ever know unless they are told beyond a doubt? Don't be mad at me PP, I am just tired of trying to please the crowd, and would rather say UNCLOE at a million decibels, and leave; and go fight our enemies somewhere for big bucks. It is not you or music that I am thoroughly disgusted with, it is my entire nearly 57 years of life now, it is very old and very boring, and I know that for me it neve4r ever stops, and this is a depressing reality that no one on this “earth can even hope to ever really wrap their heads around, so they'll just laugh and call me the crazy blogger. Fine, right back at the lovely world at light speed squared, and PP, that is my attitude to all of it. If you and I were back in 1998 at one of those places like the Nugget, I'd say let's get loaded out of our skulls and yell fuck it all until some dudes come up and we all end up outside swinging, teeth and fists flying, and having a fucking ass blast. You hang in there, enjoyed our talk the other day, call whenever you want. I am not mad or disappointed in anything, and feel free to go up and look at the new project when RI uploads it early next week, who knows, you may not hate it all that much, only if I know you, dance music and PP is like the dude in the wife's bed, and the dude walking in. WO, you get it. Still, if you like it, great, if not, I won't cry, PP, I have cried my tears; and now by the gods, I truly don't give a Clark Windgone Rettgable!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END BLOG, YO.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 200
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0200
KING NEBNOOSHOO BLOGS FROM HELL
SUBTITLE 4: “THE MIND CONTROL ILLUSION”
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
MORIANITY PROJECT CONTINUES FROM TAPES OF 1995
© MORIANITY AND BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN 1995-2011
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BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
This blog is for the very few, perhaps one or two dozen on Planet Earth, in my time year 2011, and the odds are about nil that they are reading this; who can fully appreciate the full gravity of what is being told herein, and spoken electronically, YO. Off the top of my head, only names like Hollywood's great 'Emmit-88', Steve Hawking the great physicist, Anthony Rodger Zenun Gifly, the late Doctor Carl Sagan, and maybe Pope B-16, whose name and hexnumer identity, is by no means coincidental, not one bit; as the odds make it too astronomical, for me to believe the coincidence factor involved, in combination and connection with His visit to Berryville, in the autumn of 2008, near the house I was living in, while kidnapped under Stockholm syndrome, by distant branches of the most incredible and powerful family, who exists in the United states; as Sir Robert McGuire of 10-SC Avenue could easily corroborate so quickly if he foolishly chose to do so. Photographs and video that can be verified as non-doctored by federal agents, DON'T LIE. I am quite confident this occurred. There is just no way the Fibbies could resist, IMHO, investigating it, but there still is no way that they can fight this, any more than they thought that they could back when Jack-Ken was top dog in the early sixties. I am only blogging this great 200th chapter that I indeed have been saving on a note pad for quite a while now, amended here and there, and scribbled terribly, because the WOMO who can be described as the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL IN PHYSICAL FORM, (MCPF), THE MILI-2-FORCE, OTAMMITES, and of course as all of us “CRAZIES”, and a term I invented in 1986, on a song, and was © by me as well, shortly after I committed cosmic suicide, or 'HC', and not for Huntington Curse, my lovely P; would use the all inclusive and simpler term of “THEY”, yes folks, THEY, gave me a very harsh and nasty bowel and cramp attack around a quarter shy of nine this evening, give or take a few ERFS, or Earth-Rotation-Fractions; and naturally, caused my PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES, through the mighty all inclusive and repeatedly discussed by me 'ICPE', to kick in, causing them a loss tonight. I do not care what happens to the Flyers, Phillies, or DJIA, as long as THEY are not persecuting me to get these fucking things to move in a controlled and manipulated mother fucking way, as has been the nightmare ongoing game now ever since I died and went to fucking hell, on the 15th of August, in 1986, and if the world is not yet aware of this event, shame on not only Academy Roads off of I-95, time travelers, Shirley's, chokers, and Copyrighted-1983-examiners, in any tents of this silly 4th dimensional human illusion, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you Sarah-Stacey-Jehovah-Krassle, my endless teen love, for sending me your beautiful and awesome strobe-light over at Bon-Jovi's recording studio, yesterday, www.avalonrecords.com/. You knocked off the power several times, and there must be a message in that, as you have not done this since I left White City section of Fort Pierce, nearly fourteen months back, to enter into the world of wonderful lives, cement businesses, mental realms, and Bailey's. You dudes rocked my world yesterday, even the little girl I played cards with long ago, would be quite jealous of this great job. Thank you Pee, for giving them 'the dream', I don't forget favors. Jane knows I don't forget disfavors either, uncle Snoots Cameras of Babylon, New York, USAESMWG from December of 1972, YO. I have a long memory, despite the inaccuracies of the continual 'movers'. It seems accurate anyhow, right Whoopee-G-Trek? Maybe you are watching me along with the star-kids from Christmas 1979 at another recording studio, unk; but I am watching you, Kevin M!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
General George Patton, my personal hero, knew indeed how to properly read, as well as interpret; the KJV Bible. He was fully aware of “GOD” SAR, as well as the truth that things cycle around,m the HYPERSPHERE we're all stuck and endlessly trapped in, as it would require a tad bit more energy than the entire system could ever be made to produce, to allow the velocity needed, to escape its hyper-curve. Hence all of us repeat endlessly, everything, allowing a hyperspace system to break the boredom, and permit this cosmic Hollywood to have a nearly limitless play, directed by Shakespeare and others in the know about truth.
Of course Tony controls the powers behind the GIFLIES. I cannot tell the entire story of all the things that went down in the time between June 27th of 1994 through the 5th of August of 1996, pertaining to Haddonwood, merely that Mickey Soap-showers happened in one part of the vast 5-D hyperspace, and in another, I was only over at the man's home, and yes, he was trying to sell me this home, in a beautiful wooded lot, way out in the expensive section of West Deptford; and told me that if I cooperated with him; he 'would sell it to me for a song'. What a cliche for this man of endless mystery, to say to me folks. He still owes me nearly two hundred dollars, and another wonderful member owes me a cassette tape, and another one still, my fourteen year old virginity. I am not complaining, merely telling the wildest tale on Earth, so get jealous if you want to, Mister Patterson, as truth indeed always kicks the living crap out of fiction. You of all peeps must be aware of that, so don't even think about 'trumping' this story, pretty little blond grand daughters, and Ann King Silva, all notwithstanding, YO. WO, Misses Jacky Patteroff Diets of Quack-ertown-winners. Berries, give me a break. This isn't out of a Twilight Zone show, it IS THE FREAKING TWILIGHT ZONE. I no sooner typed this in, and a DEFRAG system 4 absolutely no mother fucking reason, just automatically popped on the screen, I am not on the internet, I am on my office word system, making this blog document, what are THEY so scared that I will tell next, 'James? Home', Dawnie, home. Speaking of the internet and the Google system, I may indeed owe them an apology, and there is a huge story to all of this that cannot really ever be told unless I want to risk losing a contact point. I can only safely say, that very clever plans on THEIR part; manipulated and totally controlled my actions and behavior; through a wicked and brutal endless late spring into early summer siege pummeling, that the MILI-2-FORCE put me through, and wow did they win on something beyond huge. I do not have all the answers, I never ever said that I did, nor made even the remotest claim, what I have said upon several blogging occasions, is that “I KNOW WHAT I KNOW”, and unlike real true empire rulers, I did not say “THAT I KNOW”, as only ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA-GODDESS, can, and indeed DOES, make such a claim, and it is all officially documented for this planet so taking my word for this is absolutely unnecessary, YO players!!!!!!!!! Unless GOOGLE and the INTERNET goes out of business, this truth will only grow, as the entire story is out here, and is not a work of imagination or fiction, not when every single piece of this is available to be seen and known. As long as the text remains subtle enough however, I am sure hoping I do not lose contact with my wonderful teen. How can I know what you want me to say and not to say, always remember this. Brown-Eyed-Girl? As far as I know right now, I am telling what you want, and being as subtle as possible. Please don't break off contact with me. He's going to send me back to high school eventually, we both know it is unavoidable, but as long as the clock ticks forward for me, I need to know you will talk to me. If it takes me forever, I will bring you more smiles than I have brought you tears, this is my absolute promise to my Scylla!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hope #3 is a magic number for me, BEG.
Where RU, Paul ol' buddy, gimme' a holler on the horn when you get a minute, the BJ team insists that they have sent you the 2 things on labeled E-mails, and the final mix-down on the current project will be done in a few days, not more info over the internet, YO. Check your VM, BUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My hours to be at home over the next few days will be about 2-10 PM. Looking forward. Oh, and tell Frank he looks real cool in that chair with you on that cool site, hay everybody, if you like country music and want to check out the great site of my partner, then Google up this following 4-word deal folks: “PAUL EVANS AGUA NOIR”. Tell him, I know he knows who he is, and yes, I have a very long memory. UR both 2 cool dudes man. Keep strumming that old geeetar, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now to move on to other Frank men, not Callio, not Chester, and not a hundred other dudes I know, that is but for one dude, you know as well, PP, old Frank Delpercio, man. He had me early in November of 2000, cleaning up his yard area for a few measly bucks, and I heard a voice inside my thoughts telling me to put his tools back near the rear door, and book the shit out of there and head over to the local welfare office in Hammonton-Berryville, NJUSAESMWG. I got there, and there was a gorgeous young blond who just turned eighteen, and she was all over me, and was looking to settle down and raise a family. She was beyond hot and totally off the meters gorgeous. She said that having two kids was turning off guys, and she was different from other girls that were her age, and wanted to be a domestic girl and not party and club around with wild ass ignorant type of peeps. She was a perfect mate for me, and I let her slip right through my fingers. I went back a week later to keep an appointment that I made on that day, with a Misses Callisurdo, the name most likely is somewhat misspelled. I asked this social worker if she knew the girl that was in from the past week, describing her situation and physical age and description, and she all but attacked me in her office. Personal Computers were not the only PC shit that was coming into reality around these days, and I was too closely involved with David Roth in these days and times, to see that this was an improper move to make in this mother fucking screwed up 'new society' of ours, in which we all our so happy and free, walking around smiling with glee, right! This lady came from a family that is well known and quite wealthy, may I also add here. An entire large building on the same road as the welfare office was situated, has the name of Callisurdo on it quite bold and bright, on this main street in town, Bellevue Avenue. The fucking spell checker piece of shit is no help at all, yes I am quite aware that this Avenue is not correctly spelled and this stupid fucking ass machine is worthless. This building, was a recording studio back in 1996, and the entire Camden County, New Jersey Prosecutor's Office knows the story in August of 1996, when my mom and I were driving around, on a 10 year anniversary that is sort of Callisurdo-connected, only 18 is mother fucking legal, US GOVERNMENT, and nobody told me about my kid, so go screw yourself PCP-WORLD, IT WAS A HORRIBLE FUCKING SET UP, YO, BY PBK; “Politically Correct Police”. PP, when you did that fantastic album CD around a year or so later, and mentioned the fighting and being a man and the PC POLICE, you were put on the same government lists that I am ion, there is no mother fucking freedom in this evil ass nation, you should be totally fucking aware of this old pal, we're both totally screwed. I'll believe I am wrong when I'm proven wrong. What you will be seeing on the tube soon is beyond great, and if it gets ignored, then I am right and we are being STOPPED, YO!!!!!!!!!!! Nobody writes the shit you and I do, and we can't fucking get anywhere!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I said to Congressman Andrews' assistant, Clarence Harris, one day, just prove me wrong, no one in this Christ-less freaking world would be fucking happier to be shown the error of my paranoia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Take some meds, see the fucking dock, and it all gets better, yeah right, B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I KNOW WHAT I KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, the entire store is up here about that nightmare day on the 2nd of August, in 1996, the day of my TERRORIST THREAT, when my poor mother and I were threatened that we were going to be killed, over at the TURNERSVILLE WASHINGTON TOWNSHIP PARKING LOT at the PATHM,ARK GROCERY FREAKING STORE, after leaving the Hammonton Callisurdo Recording Studio, or the building. A bunch of wild crazy sluts wouldn't even let my poor mom and me get out of the freaking parking area, they just blocked it and thought it was a big ass fucking LD-LAUGH, without the freaking stairs!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA.
How about last summer everybody. The DOW JONES was in the mother fucking toilet where it belongs after cheating all of us poor little peeps all these long ass fucking years and decades, and so to bring it flying right back up overnight, and just as they fucking did to me back early in the fucking ass oh-MAROLA-9 year, and it is all on the fucking blogs to be verified and checked out at the site of www.blogger.com/, POW, suddenly, my blogs would no longer post up to any of my sites, like total fucking magic, and in TOTAL VIOLATION OF ALL OF MY CIVIL RIGHTS UNDER THE AMMENDMENTS TO THE MOTHER FUCKIING ASS CONSTITUTION OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, SUCH AS MY RIGHT TO EXPRESS MY NON-VIOLENT FREE SPEECH ON BLOGS, OUT TO THIS WORLD, AND THE GENERAL PUBLIC; THAT CAN CHOOSE TO THEN, IGNORE ME OR READ ME. NO ONE HAS A FUCKING GUN TO ANYBODY'S HEAD, YO. But I was literally halted and totally prevented for a solid six weeks or so, all I could do were short tweets. It is all up there, shortly after my SAFE JOURNAL'S were started, from the Fort Pierce Public Library computers, and a child can see that this county was PAID OFF, TO PULL THAT FUCKING ILLEGAL STUNT; TO VIOLATE MY FREEDOMS AND FUCKING RIGHTS UNDER THE MOTHER FUCKING LAW!!!!!!!!! I HAVE MY MOTHER FUCKING RIGHTS. I CAN BLOG, I CAN SPEAK, STOP ME AND TWISTERS WILL WRECK YOUR ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD, YOU SPECKS OF DUST!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hay, don't get me started folks. There was the time that my services were no longer required at the Subaru Plant in Cherry Hill, the pants not reaching down to my shoes in Pennsauken, talk about NEW NUCLEAR SHOES and guard companies, sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit, what bull fucking shit folks!!!!!! Hay peeps, you take what I've taken for 25 years+, and see how happy you would be, I can all ready mother fucking totally promise you that any one of you would have been driven totally ass fucking insane and mad by now or long long long fucking ago. My mom was up at 175 Peninsula Drive in Babylon, New York visiting her cousin Ruth Huntington Gottwald in June of 1975, and I went to Atlantic City, and got the fucking living crap kicked out of me by two big tough lifeguard mascot dudes for doing absolutely nothing, these dirt bag monsters scared me to death and totally fucking terrorized me, it began on the beach, and followed me out onto the streets, and the fucking ass cops and authorities made a fucking fool out of me and thought it was funny and mocked and jeered me, I guess that my ancestor was real, huh Pope!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay world, every one of these total fucking fiasco disasters could be an entire book if I ever fully elucidated. My blogs tell quite a bit about my ass kicking in 1975, as this is all connected with m,any fucking family problems, so back off me Jason Forest and Donna Scummer, OK, KING HOSE??????????????????????? The planes that dropped the giant indestructible GI-GLIES out onto the HADDONWOOD property in the scummer time of 1996 over the outdoor swimming pool of this health club, is a story that James Patterson would fucking totally salivate the shit over. It doesn't ever stop, it just gets fucking more horrendous and deplorable with every passing hour, and then I am told by this evil demonic fucking world, that I am insane and hyper imaginative and paranoid, FUCK YOU BABY LOVE, FUCK ALL OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The fucking shit eating hell I am, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sure I am, SHORE IN AM, RODNEY DOGFOOD of 1969!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My arranger was almost murdered in a hospital fire, the dude who arranged my two country tunes and my two dance tunes that were all copyrighted back in 1980. Some of the shit was written in 1977, most of it in 1979. GOOGLE has a mind and an agenda, and it is beyond just number counts, I know this, I have seen enough to know what I know. This evil world thinks I'm some retard stupid fucking ass hole, I know what is being fucking done to me by totally unconscionable and despicable sub-peeps, YO players!!!!!!!
I really want to tell the entire GOOGLE story on the internet, my U-Tube experience, and my attack, and then my counter strike, and then there deal, and then I yanked the shit off, and then they won. As always THEY fucking win, never me, always them, as they are bigger and stronger and endlessly and quantitatively more resourceful than I can ever dream of being in a million years in this horrific lifetime or dream-downs off of the Astral Plane. They wreck or steal every music unit I ever install in a cat, they wipe out all my property, they steal shit, it is endless, it is mother fucking totally ass relentless what this sick twisted diseased bunch of soulless slime bucket liquid shit has done to me for an entire adult lifetime now, and it never ever will go away and stop, and the one group that could tell the world with authority that I speak this truth right now on this blog, is the great CHANNEL-11, WPIX TELEVISION, in New York City, NYUSAESMWG, with their fantastic 1988 documentary, called, “UFO-THE COVER UP”, with Agent Falcon and Agent Condor. Yes, get involved by choice or not, with the wrong forces and powers; and baby love; YOU ARE TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING SCREWED FOREVER, UNTIL THEY PLANT YOUR ROTTEN ASS MAGGOTS INTO A GRAVEYARD, PEEPS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Learn this from me out there. If your life is even close to normal, whatever the shit NORMAL is, leave it all alone and let it be, just like my old buddy said a long time back, huh Yoko? Her poor hubby went through some hell, and he was nowhere even close to being involved with the shit I am involved with, and have been since around 1967 when I first ran into and was molested by, the great Paula, while inside the Trinidad, that now exists on 10-SC Avenue as part of a large chain of hotels, right Super-girl Jenny Johnson, eight times over? This group of the King clan are directly in the tree line with Robert McGuire, in Atlantic City. How do we omit the largest story of the 21st century. This is when he came out on the website photography, only Eddie and I never saw him there, or did we? Sure we did, just as I did a bit more than see Julia White Paula at my cousin's mansion on Peninsula drive in 1968. She got me three times, 1967, 1968, and then to really change the time-line a bit, 1969. You know world, for some little nobody, a lot of shit has happened to me in a very short span of mother fucking time. I have managed to cram a millennium of life into less than fucking 60 ass years, players!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How can we ignore or forget to mention the great FASCITAR-6-10. If you Google up the FASCITAR-6-10, only I show up. The real shit from the sixties is all wiped out of history by the travelers that I now will refer to as the MOVERS. These endlessly moving game players of the 5th dimension, move around in the lesser four of them just like we move through the air as we walk. I have told you all how many times, I have been abducted and taken all over the time and hyperspace dimension by this incredible family. The Astral-Plane is filled with entities that have a larger amount of energy than the many other entities that do not. Bibles and religions label the4se entities as angels and demons, I know them simply as the Astral plane gods. Yes, there is one all mighty GODDESS ruling over the entir4e thing, the great SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, and HER city name is JEHOVAH. Why this world insists that SHE only comes down into the dreamworlds of the hyperspace once or twice and so long ago only, is an enigma to me. Any serious reader of the KJV BIBLE can see a millio0n things that nobody wants to talk about, and it is plain as the nose on Carl Mauden's ugly ass face. Yes, there is a face that only a mother can love. Sorry for my blunt honesty. Still, General, let me move this along with other common foot soldiers and old worn out shoes, once new perhaps. Jab. I admit it Michelle and Dawnie Terra-TPB-1994, YO. Tee-Hee, Lilly Munster. The Fascitar is a system that allows any human alive in hyperspace, tom have an experience of awakening, and after this experie4nce, you never will be who and what you were before. It is merely an absolute way of reaching an awareness of Astral-Plane existence, while dual-aware of your current physical self and life the entire time, and permitting a total Arnie recall when awake and back alive again, here, only there really is no here, and you will then see and understand this. It is all on my many blogs of the past six years. The ten daydreams, the six commands, the waking freeze, and then its take off time NASA, and you will go where just about no man or woman has gone before, consciously. This time, you can indeed send your alive and awake tape recorder in with you, and bring it back in whole after you 'wake up from the experience'. It makes all the acid trips of the sixties totally pale in any comparison. It is a million to one. AND IT'S PERFECTLY FREAKING LEGAL TO DO FOLKS. The average man or woman needs to try this about 3-7 times before the waking freeze hits, and not everybody is able to overcome the first overpowering grip of unnatural fear that will come over you. But following the instructions of the FASCITAR, and persevering until you get it right; and see the spirit world as it really is, as well as yourself existing there right here and now, will make you come back and know totally absolutely that the Blogs of Mountainpen tell a true accurate story, cover to cover, wherever the second cover may be hidden in the illusion. The unpleasant part of shit is when and if you ever grasp the power of infinity. It cannot be taught, only grasped upon total enlightenment. It is a mere two sentences, but it tells it all and no one unenlightened gets it at all. These sentences are simple and go like this: YOU EXIST. TIME IS ILLUSION. It can get no simpler, yet once it is grasped, you will literally shit yourself. So if you did not go to the toilet in your drawers, you did not get it. GET IT? If time is an illusion, is mind? Is space? What is real? Void infinity is real, all else is a dream out, an escape, said still in another way, a creation. What is this? It is Lawtronics, or the 7th dimension. What does this do? It becomes a system of cosmic circuitry that goes beyond what mind can ever think on, as mind and thought lies in a 6th dimension underneath it, and thereby making this a totally MATHEMATICAL IMPOSSIBILITY TO DO. Mind is the 6th dimension, and the 5th dimensional hyperspace that is all of the space-time parallel universes, lies in lower dimensionality. I often refer in my blogs to STM, standing for “SPACE-TIME-MIND”. This is the highest level achievable in any realm of thought there or below it such as in our present physical or even spiritual or astral lives or interactions of existence. Any idea or concept beyond this is utter nonsense, ECK included. The real truth has nothing to do with spiritual growth, it is all about distracting from the nightmarish reality of a non ending non beginning existence. What is most feared by the reversing mind of mortal humankind, is never achievable, non-existence. You exist, time does not, only down here in these fake little time-worlds and games of the gods.
Thank you SSJK, my endless teen queen love, for coming over to the studio, and bringing me your wonderful strobe-light the other day. I love you beyond any way to e3cver describe it, please do not stop communicating with me on this plane as you have done now for some time, and recently in ways that only we understand. I will remain very subtle.
I will also terminate transmitting this blog.
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This blog is for the very few, perhaps one or two dozen on Planet Earth, in my time year 2011, and the odds are about nil that they are reading this; who can fully appreciate the full gravity of what is being told herein, and spoken electronically, YO. Off the top of my head, only names like Hollywood's great 'Emmit-88', Steve Hawking the great physicist, Anthony Rodger Zenun Gifly, the late Doctor Carl Sagan, and maybe Pope B-16, whose name and hexnumer identity, is by no means coincidental, not one bit; as the odds make it too astronomical, for me to believe the coincidence factor involved, in combination and connection with His visit to Berryville, in the autumn of 2008, near the house I was living in, while kidnapped under Stockholm syndrome, by distant branches of the most incredible and powerful family, who exists in the United states; as Sir Robert McGuire of 10-SC Avenue could easily corroborate so quickly if he foolishly chose to do so. Photographs and video that can be verified as non-doctored by federal agents, DON'T LIE. I am quite confident this occurred. There is just no way the Fibbies could resist, IMHO, investigating it, but there still is no way that they can fight this, any more than they thought that they could back when Jack-Ken was top dog in the early sixties. I am only blogging this great 200th chapter that I indeed have been saving on a note pad for quite a while now, amended here and there, and scribbled terribly, because the WOMO who can be described as the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL IN PHYSICAL FORM, (MCPF), THE MILI-2-FORCE, OTAMMITES, and of course as all of us “CRAZIES”, and a term I invented in 1986, on a song, and was © by me as well, shortly after I committed cosmic suicide, or 'HC', and not for Huntington Curse, my lovely P; would use the all inclusive and simpler term of “THEY”, yes folks, THEY, gave me a very harsh and nasty bowel and cramp attack around a quarter shy of nine this evening, give or take a few ERFS, or Earth-Rotation-Fractions; and naturally, caused my PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES, through the mighty all inclusive and repeatedly discussed by me 'ICPE', to kick in, causing them a loss tonight. I do not care what happens to the Flyers, Phillies, or DJIA, as long as THEY are not persecuting me to get these fucking things to move in a controlled and manipulated mother fucking way, as has been the nightmare ongoing game now ever since I died and went to fucking hell, on the 15th of August, in 1986, and if the world is not yet aware of this event, shame on not only Academy Roads off of I-95, time travelers, Shirley's, chokers, and Copyrighted-1983-examiners, in any tents of this silly 4th dimensional human illusion, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you Sarah-Stacey-Jehovah-Krassle, my endless teen love, for sending me your beautiful and awesome strobe-light over at Bon-Jovi's recording studio, yesterday, www.avalonrecords.com/. You knocked off the power several times, and there must be a message in that, as you have not done this since I left White City section of Fort Pierce, nearly fourteen months back, to enter into the world of wonderful lives, cement businesses, mental realms, and Bailey's. You dudes rocked my world yesterday, even the little girl I played cards with long ago, would be quite jealous of this great job. Thank you Pee, for giving them 'the dream', I don't forget favors. Jane knows I don't forget disfavors either, uncle Snoots Cameras of Babylon, New York, USAESMWG from December of 1972, YO. I have a long memory, despite the inaccuracies of the continual 'movers'. It seems accurate anyhow, right Whoopee-G-Trek? Maybe you are watching me along with the star-kids from Christmas 1979 at another recording studio, unk; but I am watching you, Kevin M!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
General George Patton, my personal hero, knew indeed how to properly read, as well as interpret; the KJV Bible. He was fully aware of “GOD” SAR, as well as the truth that things cycle around,m the HYPERSPHERE we're all stuck and endlessly trapped in, as it would require a tad bit more energy than the entire system could ever be made to produce, to allow the velocity needed, to escape its hyper-curve. Hence all of us repeat endlessly, everything, allowing a hyperspace system to break the boredom, and permit this cosmic Hollywood to have a nearly limitless play, directed by Shakespeare and others in the know about truth.
Of course Tony controls the powers behind the GIFLIES. I cannot tell the entire story of all the things that went down in the time between June 27th of 1994 through the 5th of August of 1996, pertaining to Haddonwood, merely that Mickey Soap-showers happened in one part of the vast 5-D hyperspace, and in another, I was only over at the man's home, and yes, he was trying to sell me this home, in a beautiful wooded lot, way out in the expensive section of West Deptford; and told me that if I cooperated with him; he 'would sell it to me for a song'. What a cliche for this man of endless mystery, to say to me folks. He still owes me nearly two hundred dollars, and another wonderful member owes me a cassette tape, and another one still, my fourteen year old virginity. I am not complaining, merely telling the wildest tale on Earth, so get jealous if you want to, Mister Patterson, as truth indeed always kicks the living crap out of fiction. You of all peeps must be aware of that, so don't even think about 'trumping' this story, pretty little blond grand daughters, and Ann King Silva, all notwithstanding, YO. WO, Misses Jacky Patteroff Diets of Quack-ertown-winners. Berries, give me a break. This isn't out of a Twilight Zone show, it IS THE FREAKING TWILIGHT ZONE. I no sooner typed this in, and a DEFRAG system 4 absolutely no mother fucking reason, just automatically popped on the screen, I am not on the internet, I am on my office word system, making this blog document, what are THEY so scared that I will tell next, 'James? Home', Dawnie, home. Speaking of the internet and the Google system, I may indeed owe them an apology, and there is a huge story to all of this that cannot really ever be told unless I want to risk losing a contact point. I can only safely say, that very clever plans on THEIR part; manipulated and totally controlled my actions and behavior; through a wicked and brutal endless late spring into early summer siege pummeling, that the MILI-2-FORCE put me through, and wow did they win on something beyond huge. I do not have all the answers, I never ever said that I did, nor made even the remotest claim, what I have said upon several blogging occasions, is that “I KNOW WHAT I KNOW”, and unlike real true empire rulers, I did not say “THAT I KNOW”, as only ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA-GODDESS, can, and indeed DOES, make such a claim, and it is all officially documented for this planet so taking my word for this is absolutely unnecessary, YO players!!!!!!!!! Unless GOOGLE and the INTERNET goes out of business, this truth will only grow, as the entire story is out here, and is not a work of imagination or fiction, not when every single piece of this is available to be seen and known. As long as the text remains subtle enough however, I am sure hoping I do not lose contact with my wonderful teen. How can I know what you want me to say and not to say, always remember this. Brown-Eyed-Girl? As far as I know right now, I am telling what you want, and being as subtle as possible. Please don't break off contact with me. He's going to send me back to high school eventually, we both know it is unavoidable, but as long as the clock ticks forward for me, I need to know you will talk to me. If it takes me forever, I will bring you more smiles than I have brought you tears, this is my absolute promise to my Scylla!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hope #3 is a magic number for me, BEG.
Where RU, Paul ol' buddy, gimme' a holler on the horn when you get a minute, the BJ team insists that they have sent you the 2 things on labeled E-mails, and the final mix-down on the current project will be done in a few days, not more info over the internet, YO. Check your VM, BUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My hours to be at home over the next few days will be about 2-10 PM. Looking forward. Oh, and tell Frank he looks real cool in that chair with you on that cool site, hay everybody, if you like country music and want to check out the great site of my partner, then Google up this following 4-word deal folks: “PAUL EVANS AGUA NOIR”. Tell him, I know he knows who he is, and yes, I have a very long memory. UR both 2 cool dudes man. Keep strumming that old geeetar, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now to move on to other Frank men, not Callio, not Chester, and not a hundred other dudes I know, that is but for one dude, you know as well, PP, old Frank Delpercio, man. He had me early in November of 2000, cleaning up his yard area for a few measly bucks, and I heard a voice inside my thoughts telling me to put his tools back near the rear door, and book the shit out of there and head over to the local welfare office in Hammonton-Berryville, NJUSAESMWG. I got there, and there was a gorgeous young blond who just turned eighteen, and she was all over me, and was looking to settle down and raise a family. She was beyond hot and totally off the meters gorgeous. She said that having two kids was turning off guys, and she was different from other girls that were her age, and wanted to be a domestic girl and not party and club around with wild ass ignorant type of peeps. She was a perfect mate for me, and I let her slip right through my fingers. I went back a week later to keep an appointment that I made on that day, with a Misses Callisurdo, the name most likely is somewhat misspelled. I asked this social worker if she knew the girl that was in from the past week, describing her situation and physical age and description, and she all but attacked me in her office. Personal Computers were not the only PC shit that was coming into reality around these days, and I was too closely involved with David Roth in these days and times, to see that this was an improper move to make in this mother fucking screwed up 'new society' of ours, in which we all our so happy and free, walking around smiling with glee, right! This lady came from a family that is well known and quite wealthy, may I also add here. An entire large building on the same road as the welfare office was situated, has the name of Callisurdo on it quite bold and bright, on this main street in town, Bellevue Avenue. The fucking spell checker piece of shit is no help at all, yes I am quite aware that this Avenue is not correctly spelled and this stupid fucking ass machine is worthless. This building, was a recording studio back in 1996, and the entire Camden County, New Jersey Prosecutor's Office knows the story in August of 1996, when my mom and I were driving around, on a 10 year anniversary that is sort of Callisurdo-connected, only 18 is mother fucking legal, US GOVERNMENT, and nobody told me about my kid, so go screw yourself PCP-WORLD, IT WAS A HORRIBLE FUCKING SET UP, YO, BY PBK; “Politically Correct Police”. PP, when you did that fantastic album CD around a year or so later, and mentioned the fighting and being a man and the PC POLICE, you were put on the same government lists that I am ion, there is no mother fucking freedom in this evil ass nation, you should be totally fucking aware of this old pal, we're both totally screwed. I'll believe I am wrong when I'm proven wrong. What you will be seeing on the tube soon is beyond great, and if it gets ignored, then I am right and we are being STOPPED, YO!!!!!!!!!!! Nobody writes the shit you and I do, and we can't fucking get anywhere!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I said to Congressman Andrews' assistant, Clarence Harris, one day, just prove me wrong, no one in this Christ-less freaking world would be fucking happier to be shown the error of my paranoia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Take some meds, see the fucking dock, and it all gets better, yeah right, B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I KNOW WHAT I KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, the entire store is up here about that nightmare day on the 2nd of August, in 1996, the day of my TERRORIST THREAT, when my poor mother and I were threatened that we were going to be killed, over at the TURNERSVILLE WASHINGTON TOWNSHIP PARKING LOT at the PATHM,ARK GROCERY FREAKING STORE, after leaving the Hammonton Callisurdo Recording Studio, or the building. A bunch of wild crazy sluts wouldn't even let my poor mom and me get out of the freaking parking area, they just blocked it and thought it was a big ass fucking LD-LAUGH, without the freaking stairs!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA.
How about last summer everybody. The DOW JONES was in the mother fucking toilet where it belongs after cheating all of us poor little peeps all these long ass fucking years and decades, and so to bring it flying right back up overnight, and just as they fucking did to me back early in the fucking ass oh-MAROLA-9 year, and it is all on the fucking blogs to be verified and checked out at the site of www.blogger.com/, POW, suddenly, my blogs would no longer post up to any of my sites, like total fucking magic, and in TOTAL VIOLATION OF ALL OF MY CIVIL RIGHTS UNDER THE AMMENDMENTS TO THE MOTHER FUCKIING ASS CONSTITUTION OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, SUCH AS MY RIGHT TO EXPRESS MY NON-VIOLENT FREE SPEECH ON BLOGS, OUT TO THIS WORLD, AND THE GENERAL PUBLIC; THAT CAN CHOOSE TO THEN, IGNORE ME OR READ ME. NO ONE HAS A FUCKING GUN TO ANYBODY'S HEAD, YO. But I was literally halted and totally prevented for a solid six weeks or so, all I could do were short tweets. It is all up there, shortly after my SAFE JOURNAL'S were started, from the Fort Pierce Public Library computers, and a child can see that this county was PAID OFF, TO PULL THAT FUCKING ILLEGAL STUNT; TO VIOLATE MY FREEDOMS AND FUCKING RIGHTS UNDER THE MOTHER FUCKING LAW!!!!!!!!! I HAVE MY MOTHER FUCKING RIGHTS. I CAN BLOG, I CAN SPEAK, STOP ME AND TWISTERS WILL WRECK YOUR ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD, YOU SPECKS OF DUST!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hay, don't get me started folks. There was the time that my services were no longer required at the Subaru Plant in Cherry Hill, the pants not reaching down to my shoes in Pennsauken, talk about NEW NUCLEAR SHOES and guard companies, sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit, what bull fucking shit folks!!!!!! Hay peeps, you take what I've taken for 25 years+, and see how happy you would be, I can all ready mother fucking totally promise you that any one of you would have been driven totally ass fucking insane and mad by now or long long long fucking ago. My mom was up at 175 Peninsula Drive in Babylon, New York visiting her cousin Ruth Huntington Gottwald in June of 1975, and I went to Atlantic City, and got the fucking living crap kicked out of me by two big tough lifeguard mascot dudes for doing absolutely nothing, these dirt bag monsters scared me to death and totally fucking terrorized me, it began on the beach, and followed me out onto the streets, and the fucking ass cops and authorities made a fucking fool out of me and thought it was funny and mocked and jeered me, I guess that my ancestor was real, huh Pope!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay world, every one of these total fucking fiasco disasters could be an entire book if I ever fully elucidated. My blogs tell quite a bit about my ass kicking in 1975, as this is all connected with m,any fucking family problems, so back off me Jason Forest and Donna Scummer, OK, KING HOSE??????????????????????? The planes that dropped the giant indestructible GI-GLIES out onto the HADDONWOOD property in the scummer time of 1996 over the outdoor swimming pool of this health club, is a story that James Patterson would fucking totally salivate the shit over. It doesn't ever stop, it just gets fucking more horrendous and deplorable with every passing hour, and then I am told by this evil demonic fucking world, that I am insane and hyper imaginative and paranoid, FUCK YOU BABY LOVE, FUCK ALL OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The fucking shit eating hell I am, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sure I am, SHORE IN AM, RODNEY DOGFOOD of 1969!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My arranger was almost murdered in a hospital fire, the dude who arranged my two country tunes and my two dance tunes that were all copyrighted back in 1980. Some of the shit was written in 1977, most of it in 1979. GOOGLE has a mind and an agenda, and it is beyond just number counts, I know this, I have seen enough to know what I know. This evil world thinks I'm some retard stupid fucking ass hole, I know what is being fucking done to me by totally unconscionable and despicable sub-peeps, YO players!!!!!!!
I really want to tell the entire GOOGLE story on the internet, my U-Tube experience, and my attack, and then my counter strike, and then there deal, and then I yanked the shit off, and then they won. As always THEY fucking win, never me, always them, as they are bigger and stronger and endlessly and quantitatively more resourceful than I can ever dream of being in a million years in this horrific lifetime or dream-downs off of the Astral Plane. They wreck or steal every music unit I ever install in a cat, they wipe out all my property, they steal shit, it is endless, it is mother fucking totally ass relentless what this sick twisted diseased bunch of soulless slime bucket liquid shit has done to me for an entire adult lifetime now, and it never ever will go away and stop, and the one group that could tell the world with authority that I speak this truth right now on this blog, is the great CHANNEL-11, WPIX TELEVISION, in New York City, NYUSAESMWG, with their fantastic 1988 documentary, called, “UFO-THE COVER UP”, with Agent Falcon and Agent Condor. Yes, get involved by choice or not, with the wrong forces and powers; and baby love; YOU ARE TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING SCREWED FOREVER, UNTIL THEY PLANT YOUR ROTTEN ASS MAGGOTS INTO A GRAVEYARD, PEEPS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Learn this from me out there. If your life is even close to normal, whatever the shit NORMAL is, leave it all alone and let it be, just like my old buddy said a long time back, huh Yoko? Her poor hubby went through some hell, and he was nowhere even close to being involved with the shit I am involved with, and have been since around 1967 when I first ran into and was molested by, the great Paula, while inside the Trinidad, that now exists on 10-SC Avenue as part of a large chain of hotels, right Super-girl Jenny Johnson, eight times over? This group of the King clan are directly in the tree line with Robert McGuire, in Atlantic City. How do we omit the largest story of the 21st century. This is when he came out on the website photography, only Eddie and I never saw him there, or did we? Sure we did, just as I did a bit more than see Julia White Paula at my cousin's mansion on Peninsula drive in 1968. She got me three times, 1967, 1968, and then to really change the time-line a bit, 1969. You know world, for some little nobody, a lot of shit has happened to me in a very short span of mother fucking time. I have managed to cram a millennium of life into less than fucking 60 ass years, players!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How can we ignore or forget to mention the great FASCITAR-6-10. If you Google up the FASCITAR-6-10, only I show up. The real shit from the sixties is all wiped out of history by the travelers that I now will refer to as the MOVERS. These endlessly moving game players of the 5th dimension, move around in the lesser four of them just like we move through the air as we walk. I have told you all how many times, I have been abducted and taken all over the time and hyperspace dimension by this incredible family. The Astral-Plane is filled with entities that have a larger amount of energy than the many other entities that do not. Bibles and religions label the4se entities as angels and demons, I know them simply as the Astral plane gods. Yes, there is one all mighty GODDESS ruling over the entir4e thing, the great SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, and HER city name is JEHOVAH. Why this world insists that SHE only comes down into the dreamworlds of the hyperspace once or twice and so long ago only, is an enigma to me. Any serious reader of the KJV BIBLE can see a millio0n things that nobody wants to talk about, and it is plain as the nose on Carl Mauden's ugly ass face. Yes, there is a face that only a mother can love. Sorry for my blunt honesty. Still, General, let me move this along with other common foot soldiers and old worn out shoes, once new perhaps. Jab. I admit it Michelle and Dawnie Terra-TPB-1994, YO. Tee-Hee, Lilly Munster. The Fascitar is a system that allows any human alive in hyperspace, tom have an experience of awakening, and after this experie4nce, you never will be who and what you were before. It is merely an absolute way of reaching an awareness of Astral-Plane existence, while dual-aware of your current physical self and life the entire time, and permitting a total Arnie recall when awake and back alive again, here, only there really is no here, and you will then see and understand this. It is all on my many blogs of the past six years. The ten daydreams, the six commands, the waking freeze, and then its take off time NASA, and you will go where just about no man or woman has gone before, consciously. This time, you can indeed send your alive and awake tape recorder in with you, and bring it back in whole after you 'wake up from the experience'. It makes all the acid trips of the sixties totally pale in any comparison. It is a million to one. AND IT'S PERFECTLY FREAKING LEGAL TO DO FOLKS. The average man or woman needs to try this about 3-7 times before the waking freeze hits, and not everybody is able to overcome the first overpowering grip of unnatural fear that will come over you. But following the instructions of the FASCITAR, and persevering until you get it right; and see the spirit world as it really is, as well as yourself existing there right here and now, will make you come back and know totally absolutely that the Blogs of Mountainpen tell a true accurate story, cover to cover, wherever the second cover may be hidden in the illusion. The unpleasant part of shit is when and if you ever grasp the power of infinity. It cannot be taught, only grasped upon total enlightenment. It is a mere two sentences, but it tells it all and no one unenlightened gets it at all. These sentences are simple and go like this: YOU EXIST. TIME IS ILLUSION. It can get no simpler, yet once it is grasped, you will literally shit yourself. So if you did not go to the toilet in your drawers, you did not get it. GET IT? If time is an illusion, is mind? Is space? What is real? Void infinity is real, all else is a dream out, an escape, said still in another way, a creation. What is this? It is Lawtronics, or the 7th dimension. What does this do? It becomes a system of cosmic circuitry that goes beyond what mind can ever think on, as mind and thought lies in a 6th dimension underneath it, and thereby making this a totally MATHEMATICAL IMPOSSIBILITY TO DO. Mind is the 6th dimension, and the 5th dimensional hyperspace that is all of the space-time parallel universes, lies in lower dimensionality. I often refer in my blogs to STM, standing for “SPACE-TIME-MIND”. This is the highest level achievable in any realm of thought there or below it such as in our present physical or even spiritual or astral lives or interactions of existence. Any idea or concept beyond this is utter nonsense, ECK included. The real truth has nothing to do with spiritual growth, it is all about distracting from the nightmarish reality of a non ending non beginning existence. What is most feared by the reversing mind of mortal humankind, is never achievable, non-existence. You exist, time does not, only down here in these fake little time-worlds and games of the gods.
Thank you SSJK, my endless teen queen love, for coming over to the studio, and bringing me your wonderful strobe-light the other day. I love you beyond any way to e3cver describe it, please do not stop communicating with me on this plane as you have done now for some time, and recently in ways that only we understand. I will remain very subtle.
I will also terminate transmitting this blog.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 199
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 199
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MORIANITY-PROJECT OF 1995
COPYRIGHT, BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, 2006-2011
MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN/MARK WAYNE MOHR
“KINGNEBNOOSHOO-BEWARE THE TIDE THAT BRINGS
THE MUSIC MESSAGE”, BLOG SUBTITLE #4
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295,
SEND-BACK-TEXT DATFILE: CH-199-972411.096
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
As always it appears peeps, the enemy or the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE OTAMM-SCUM mother fucking jerk offs, have me under the Sunday death siege, par for the mother fucking course. It began at just past fucking one this MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING. Suddenly, many of my COMCAST CABLE channels are simply not there, poof, gone. Also gone is the description of the viewing, on all channels when the “INFO” button on their remote control unit is pressed. This happened while I was up viewing a website that my partner from STUDIO PARK RECORDS, told me to go up to. He said for me to go and GOOGLE UP, the website called, “GROOVESHARK”, and once up on this site, to type in either 'KEVIN MOORE', or 'THE CHRIST ANDROID'. This is where the tape that was stolen along with my entire car-stereo system, back in either 1995 or 1996 somewhere, while living at Williamstown, at the highview Apartments, by some thugs in the parking lot of a 'FRIENDLY ICE CREAM RESTAURANT', in Northeast Philadelphia, on the Roosevelt Boulevard. This was all planned 50,000,000 years ago by Julia White, the top First Lieutenant VIQUEEN, in the greatest girl-gang on the entire Astral Plane, run by the All Mighty, ALL EMPIRE RULING, SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, the most beautiful giant teenager in the multiverse, and beyond. The entire mother fucking United States copyright Office knows this is all claimed by me, and is registered in my 1994 written book, entitled, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”. I remember everything perfectly, and no one on this planet can ever hope to talk me out of knowing any of it. There was a counselor at the Saint Barnabas Past Tense Rappers Club, who told me not to get hypnotized to try and understand the mysteries of 1996, bu7t I did it anyway, AND THINGS AS HE SAID, WOULD ONLY GROW QUANTITATIVELY WORSE FOR FUCKING ME, FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! None of this is the real point my peeps, NONE OF IT.
Long ago and far away, when the waters were blue and the skies weren't gray, © OFFICE of 1983, things began rapidly happening in an outlandish order of events, for poor old me; and I was totally clueless what powerful ALL RULING GODDESS that I was dealing with, all ready for a minimum of three years, since early in JUNE, in the year of 1980, at the 1802 apartment number, at the VOORHEES, NEW JERSEY, ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS, GOOGLE THEM FUCKING UP, YO, as all things are up on this ALL MIGHTY WEBWORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHERE ARE YOU, ROBERT MCDOWELL, NOT YOU LENNY, I SAID ROBERT MCDOWELL, NOT JOHN, YO??????????????????????? WHERE IS THE MIGHTY FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, WHEN I NEED THEM TO HELP ME FROM THIS WICKED DISEASED TWISTED EVIL BRIGGBASE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL???????????? I tried calling the COMCAST jerk offs, first the automation attempted to refresh my cable signal, then I tried unplugging the cable television box from the power supply for a few minutes and then I tried to call and speak to some agent there and was told there was no way, something to do with a high call volume, yeah right, at half past mother fucking one AM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MUSIC is not allowed in my life, and THEY know that TUESDAY is music day for me, over at my pals, the BonJovi's place, in Port Saint Lucie, Florida, USAESMWG. (United States of America, planet of Earth, system of SOL, in the Milky-Way-Galaxy) in this particular precise atomic dimension frequency in the vast 5th dimensional hyperspace. The reason that music is not allowed in my mother fucking life is because of the same reasons that poor John Lennon, the great Beatles vocalist knew so well with all his long deportation attempt troubles, just ask his still living wife, Yoko all about it, SHE WILL TELL IT 2U PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A great man walked the dusty paths of this sick old world some time ago, named PLATO. He told me once, and I quote him, “Beware the tide that brings the music message. This will be heard the loudest, and lost the longest. Every possible thing to sabotage my efforts to do music in my entire life, has been brutally assaulted. When I tried to do the Sarah song in 1996, written on the 12th of May, no human can know what I went and suffered through as a result of trying to get it properly recorded. I went through an eternity in hell, and got absolutely no where in human terms, but I got everywhere, in COSMIC TERMS, and now have finally realized that, HA—HA—HA, S-----A-----T-----A-----N!!!!!!!! SICK, ARROGANT, TWISTED, ABSOLUTELY NAUSEATING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If Comcast thinks I will pay my bill, they are dead wrong, if they keep this shit up, or allow it. I'll promise that to them and WOMO.
There is no statute of limitations on murder, I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU, MISTER JONATHAN SCHAU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, the huge shiny cat scared me terribly in that interaction about a week ago. I was with a group of peeps that I do not know at all here in this reality in hyperspace, and suddenly, we were all outside a large van, and ahead of us and over to the right, leaped a giant beautiful black panther cat, with shiny fur as though it had just bathed in some type of silvery and phosphorescent substance that stuck to his coat in slivers and tiny dots that shined brighter than I can describe on this blog. His 4 white paws were so white, it hurt my pathetic eyes. When he headed over at incredible speed, all my so-called friends jumped into the van and locked me out, leaving me to deal with Gawky Gaukauk. If I had not eventually remembered that I was able to fly, even though not on the Astral Plane, as I can whether anyone chooses to believe this or not MISS JENNIFER WASHBURN, I would have been wrestled to the ground and literally chewed into pieces, as Gawky was in a worse mood than when I saw him in a Suffolk County home in New York in 1975. See the blog dated DATFILE-100508, the 5th of October in the year of 2K8, YO. I never asked for any of this hell, people of Planet Earth, this has all just happened to me. ALL OF IT. I am not doing any of it. Please do not ask my oldest for anything PP, PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The greatest thing she can do for me is to forgive me, and realize that I do not operate at her great speed; I am always 'TOO LATE', I just do not catch on to stuff at the rate that she would wish for.
The 6th dimension is fucking with all of us, and me most of all, by blocking major shit that I was gonna' tell to the world; but eventually, it will come back to me. I find that reading my old blogs, helps me more than any other thing when it comes to remembering blocked suppressed horrors, and also unblocking what these STROBERS do to me; with what I have referred to on many of my blogs, as ETTOS-IAD-MIND CONTROL. ETTOS is discussed in my 1994 © book, 'TPB', and stands for ELECTROMAGNETIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION and OMISSION SYSTEM, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ernie Merker, you have indeed sent me on one hell of a journey. I could not say it anywhere near as well as the lovely Sarah McLaughlin would, this mystery is forever building, you are so correct, gorgeous girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, why did so much of this begin in 1983, and why was early June in 1980m, the target date for interacting with me and singing that incredible song to me? Well, there are many possible answers, and only the GAWNUM can tell which ones are closer and closer to the real honest truth. I am not interested in hype, made up junk, or anyone's wild theories. I seek one thing, world, THE DAMN TRUTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is a goddess indeed, chasing me around throughout endless forever's, and that is the cool part of my endless existence. I love Sarah-Stacey, and I always will. However, the world has been given the hugest lie imaginable, and this is that the negative forces hate this great being, when in fact, this dude loves HER so much that no verbal description is possible. The secret of this endless love triangle remains a secret for many powerful reasons that we need not even start attempting to unravel right now, tonight, folks. I also know that 10, 13, and 23 are numbers that are very special in both a cosmic significance, as well as on all human levels. My ability to fully make clear, all of this, pale in comparison to what these words would indeed say if I were able to explain things better, my wonderful Morians. Still, the easy quick answers are obviously pertaining to ages, and then we all know that a certain amount of digits exist in our decimal system of mathematics, and that very strange and bizarre happenings were all connected with a particular lunar launch by NASA, and I'll surely let the great doomsday prophet, MISTER CAMPING, OH-MI, explain the final total-up number. But really, just how important are numbers? Well, all things are really just waves and particles, and then there is the pattern circuitry of the Lawtronic 7th dimension, to all of so-called reality. And then we have the mystery ship, yes Sarah Sunram. The ship designed by me around the time of the 1970 solar eclipse, all blogged back around 2006 and 2007, at www.blogger.com/ at my blog site there, YO. Cosmic numbers are one and the same thing with a circuitry system that tells every single escaped part of the previous closed curve infinity that has dreamed out and away from this condition of EWI, exactly what to be and how to exist in this new dream out or “CREATION”. Powerful truth has just been spoken, yet I've not scratched the surface of what I truly know, Donna DJ Summer and Jason forest, and Kevin Moore, so how do you like that warm can of beer, dudes???????????????????????? Sheeeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!
Wrapped up in a lot of this post middle August of 1986 nightmare of inconceivable horror, is a truth that would frighten the bravest heroes in the multiverse. I betrayed SSJK by telling David Roth about HER at the MEDPORT DINER in the spring time in 1985. What resulted was an instantaneous attack, and this is all blogged in my 6 year blogging career at the blogger site, all except of the hack-out in august of 2009, always August, how I rue and fear this coming fucking group of days. But for this gap-time, you need to access my blogs at www.wordpress.com/ players, YO.
Occasionally I run into a wild fellow on the road of my unlimited hyperspace travels, named Usi Quintillious. About two weeks ago, I awakened into this dream here from a very vivid experience with this dude. Only today, around 5 PM or so, did I remember the significance of USI. Interesting letters that are added at the beginning and at the ending of this name, right MILLIONTH-COUNCIL and MARY CARTER? One times ten to the 18th power is one QUINTILLION. This number is both large and significant in its exponential value, as the number 18 is quite powerful in my life, right my endless love, Sarah Karge. I did not forget your 115th birthday a few days back, sweetie. There never was any teenaged girl in the nineteen hundred sixties on 10-
SC Avenue in Atlantic city, NJUSAESMWG, I totally realize that now, Comcast Slowski. I hope my BEG understands that I do not have access to strobe-lights, 4-D road-trip spouses, and so many things that allow HER to always stay ahead of the beat, just as GOOGLE says about HER. Do the pieces fit at all, or at least stem in line, Oprah? It seems he will not allow me to ever watch his channel either, as I saw a few minutes of it today, and every time I see it, there he is, looking not all that different than the day he smashed my hub cap in in 1996. Maybe this is why my cable was struck today, who can ever really know for sure, world. I report the news, I don't freaking make it.
MAGNESONIC-----MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM-----open command my voice print on general order 7. All orders, all teks, all commands, scan for all enemies messing with me and hurting me, and use the punishment sequencing 'I-TO-D' system, DESTROY~~~~~~~~~~~~~.
END TRANNY, SICK MISERABLE GRANNY, NO MOOD 4 RABITS, YO.
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MORIANITY-PROJECT OF 1995
COPYRIGHT, BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, 2006-2011
MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN/MARK WAYNE MOHR
“KINGNEBNOOSHOO-BEWARE THE TIDE THAT BRINGS
THE MUSIC MESSAGE”, BLOG SUBTITLE #4
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295,
SEND-BACK-TEXT DATFILE: CH-199-972411.096
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
As always it appears peeps, the enemy or the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE OTAMM-SCUM mother fucking jerk offs, have me under the Sunday death siege, par for the mother fucking course. It began at just past fucking one this MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING. Suddenly, many of my COMCAST CABLE channels are simply not there, poof, gone. Also gone is the description of the viewing, on all channels when the “INFO” button on their remote control unit is pressed. This happened while I was up viewing a website that my partner from STUDIO PARK RECORDS, told me to go up to. He said for me to go and GOOGLE UP, the website called, “GROOVESHARK”, and once up on this site, to type in either 'KEVIN MOORE', or 'THE CHRIST ANDROID'. This is where the tape that was stolen along with my entire car-stereo system, back in either 1995 or 1996 somewhere, while living at Williamstown, at the highview Apartments, by some thugs in the parking lot of a 'FRIENDLY ICE CREAM RESTAURANT', in Northeast Philadelphia, on the Roosevelt Boulevard. This was all planned 50,000,000 years ago by Julia White, the top First Lieutenant VIQUEEN, in the greatest girl-gang on the entire Astral Plane, run by the All Mighty, ALL EMPIRE RULING, SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, the most beautiful giant teenager in the multiverse, and beyond. The entire mother fucking United States copyright Office knows this is all claimed by me, and is registered in my 1994 written book, entitled, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”. I remember everything perfectly, and no one on this planet can ever hope to talk me out of knowing any of it. There was a counselor at the Saint Barnabas Past Tense Rappers Club, who told me not to get hypnotized to try and understand the mysteries of 1996, bu7t I did it anyway, AND THINGS AS HE SAID, WOULD ONLY GROW QUANTITATIVELY WORSE FOR FUCKING ME, FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! None of this is the real point my peeps, NONE OF IT.
Long ago and far away, when the waters were blue and the skies weren't gray, © OFFICE of 1983, things began rapidly happening in an outlandish order of events, for poor old me; and I was totally clueless what powerful ALL RULING GODDESS that I was dealing with, all ready for a minimum of three years, since early in JUNE, in the year of 1980, at the 1802 apartment number, at the VOORHEES, NEW JERSEY, ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS, GOOGLE THEM FUCKING UP, YO, as all things are up on this ALL MIGHTY WEBWORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHERE ARE YOU, ROBERT MCDOWELL, NOT YOU LENNY, I SAID ROBERT MCDOWELL, NOT JOHN, YO??????????????????????? WHERE IS THE MIGHTY FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, WHEN I NEED THEM TO HELP ME FROM THIS WICKED DISEASED TWISTED EVIL BRIGGBASE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL???????????? I tried calling the COMCAST jerk offs, first the automation attempted to refresh my cable signal, then I tried unplugging the cable television box from the power supply for a few minutes and then I tried to call and speak to some agent there and was told there was no way, something to do with a high call volume, yeah right, at half past mother fucking one AM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MUSIC is not allowed in my life, and THEY know that TUESDAY is music day for me, over at my pals, the BonJovi's place, in Port Saint Lucie, Florida, USAESMWG. (United States of America, planet of Earth, system of SOL, in the Milky-Way-Galaxy) in this particular precise atomic dimension frequency in the vast 5th dimensional hyperspace. The reason that music is not allowed in my mother fucking life is because of the same reasons that poor John Lennon, the great Beatles vocalist knew so well with all his long deportation attempt troubles, just ask his still living wife, Yoko all about it, SHE WILL TELL IT 2U PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A great man walked the dusty paths of this sick old world some time ago, named PLATO. He told me once, and I quote him, “Beware the tide that brings the music message. This will be heard the loudest, and lost the longest. Every possible thing to sabotage my efforts to do music in my entire life, has been brutally assaulted. When I tried to do the Sarah song in 1996, written on the 12th of May, no human can know what I went and suffered through as a result of trying to get it properly recorded. I went through an eternity in hell, and got absolutely no where in human terms, but I got everywhere, in COSMIC TERMS, and now have finally realized that, HA—HA—HA, S-----A-----T-----A-----N!!!!!!!! SICK, ARROGANT, TWISTED, ABSOLUTELY NAUSEATING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If Comcast thinks I will pay my bill, they are dead wrong, if they keep this shit up, or allow it. I'll promise that to them and WOMO.
There is no statute of limitations on murder, I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU, MISTER JONATHAN SCHAU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, the huge shiny cat scared me terribly in that interaction about a week ago. I was with a group of peeps that I do not know at all here in this reality in hyperspace, and suddenly, we were all outside a large van, and ahead of us and over to the right, leaped a giant beautiful black panther cat, with shiny fur as though it had just bathed in some type of silvery and phosphorescent substance that stuck to his coat in slivers and tiny dots that shined brighter than I can describe on this blog. His 4 white paws were so white, it hurt my pathetic eyes. When he headed over at incredible speed, all my so-called friends jumped into the van and locked me out, leaving me to deal with Gawky Gaukauk. If I had not eventually remembered that I was able to fly, even though not on the Astral Plane, as I can whether anyone chooses to believe this or not MISS JENNIFER WASHBURN, I would have been wrestled to the ground and literally chewed into pieces, as Gawky was in a worse mood than when I saw him in a Suffolk County home in New York in 1975. See the blog dated DATFILE-100508, the 5th of October in the year of 2K8, YO. I never asked for any of this hell, people of Planet Earth, this has all just happened to me. ALL OF IT. I am not doing any of it. Please do not ask my oldest for anything PP, PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The greatest thing she can do for me is to forgive me, and realize that I do not operate at her great speed; I am always 'TOO LATE', I just do not catch on to stuff at the rate that she would wish for.
The 6th dimension is fucking with all of us, and me most of all, by blocking major shit that I was gonna' tell to the world; but eventually, it will come back to me. I find that reading my old blogs, helps me more than any other thing when it comes to remembering blocked suppressed horrors, and also unblocking what these STROBERS do to me; with what I have referred to on many of my blogs, as ETTOS-IAD-MIND CONTROL. ETTOS is discussed in my 1994 © book, 'TPB', and stands for ELECTROMAGNETIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION and OMISSION SYSTEM, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ernie Merker, you have indeed sent me on one hell of a journey. I could not say it anywhere near as well as the lovely Sarah McLaughlin would, this mystery is forever building, you are so correct, gorgeous girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, why did so much of this begin in 1983, and why was early June in 1980m, the target date for interacting with me and singing that incredible song to me? Well, there are many possible answers, and only the GAWNUM can tell which ones are closer and closer to the real honest truth. I am not interested in hype, made up junk, or anyone's wild theories. I seek one thing, world, THE DAMN TRUTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is a goddess indeed, chasing me around throughout endless forever's, and that is the cool part of my endless existence. I love Sarah-Stacey, and I always will. However, the world has been given the hugest lie imaginable, and this is that the negative forces hate this great being, when in fact, this dude loves HER so much that no verbal description is possible. The secret of this endless love triangle remains a secret for many powerful reasons that we need not even start attempting to unravel right now, tonight, folks. I also know that 10, 13, and 23 are numbers that are very special in both a cosmic significance, as well as on all human levels. My ability to fully make clear, all of this, pale in comparison to what these words would indeed say if I were able to explain things better, my wonderful Morians. Still, the easy quick answers are obviously pertaining to ages, and then we all know that a certain amount of digits exist in our decimal system of mathematics, and that very strange and bizarre happenings were all connected with a particular lunar launch by NASA, and I'll surely let the great doomsday prophet, MISTER CAMPING, OH-MI, explain the final total-up number. But really, just how important are numbers? Well, all things are really just waves and particles, and then there is the pattern circuitry of the Lawtronic 7th dimension, to all of so-called reality. And then we have the mystery ship, yes Sarah Sunram. The ship designed by me around the time of the 1970 solar eclipse, all blogged back around 2006 and 2007, at www.blogger.com/ at my blog site there, YO. Cosmic numbers are one and the same thing with a circuitry system that tells every single escaped part of the previous closed curve infinity that has dreamed out and away from this condition of EWI, exactly what to be and how to exist in this new dream out or “CREATION”. Powerful truth has just been spoken, yet I've not scratched the surface of what I truly know, Donna DJ Summer and Jason forest, and Kevin Moore, so how do you like that warm can of beer, dudes???????????????????????? Sheeeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!
Wrapped up in a lot of this post middle August of 1986 nightmare of inconceivable horror, is a truth that would frighten the bravest heroes in the multiverse. I betrayed SSJK by telling David Roth about HER at the MEDPORT DINER in the spring time in 1985. What resulted was an instantaneous attack, and this is all blogged in my 6 year blogging career at the blogger site, all except of the hack-out in august of 2009, always August, how I rue and fear this coming fucking group of days. But for this gap-time, you need to access my blogs at www.wordpress.com/ players, YO.
Occasionally I run into a wild fellow on the road of my unlimited hyperspace travels, named Usi Quintillious. About two weeks ago, I awakened into this dream here from a very vivid experience with this dude. Only today, around 5 PM or so, did I remember the significance of USI. Interesting letters that are added at the beginning and at the ending of this name, right MILLIONTH-COUNCIL and MARY CARTER? One times ten to the 18th power is one QUINTILLION. This number is both large and significant in its exponential value, as the number 18 is quite powerful in my life, right my endless love, Sarah Karge. I did not forget your 115th birthday a few days back, sweetie. There never was any teenaged girl in the nineteen hundred sixties on 10-
SC Avenue in Atlantic city, NJUSAESMWG, I totally realize that now, Comcast Slowski. I hope my BEG understands that I do not have access to strobe-lights, 4-D road-trip spouses, and so many things that allow HER to always stay ahead of the beat, just as GOOGLE says about HER. Do the pieces fit at all, or at least stem in line, Oprah? It seems he will not allow me to ever watch his channel either, as I saw a few minutes of it today, and every time I see it, there he is, looking not all that different than the day he smashed my hub cap in in 1996. Maybe this is why my cable was struck today, who can ever really know for sure, world. I report the news, I don't freaking make it.
MAGNESONIC-----MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM-----open command my voice print on general order 7. All orders, all teks, all commands, scan for all enemies messing with me and hurting me, and use the punishment sequencing 'I-TO-D' system, DESTROY~~~~~~~~~~~~~.
END TRANNY, SICK MISERABLE GRANNY, NO MOOD 4 RABITS, YO.
Friday, July 22, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 197
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 198
DATFILE: CH-198-072211.590
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Another nasty day 4 me peeps, YO. Inspectors at my door, fire alarms, and a run away Dow Jones, as I said would happen, back up to nearly 13K after the short drop. I said it all would happen, doubt me all you want to folks.
I knew last night when SSJK came around just shy of 2 AM with her beautiful and totally ass awesome strobe-light (lightning) that I'd be punished today, as a compensation, as happiness is never allowed for mother fucking poor old me, is it, you sick twisted jerk off bastards? This all began when I awoke out of a powerful interaction on the morning of August the 15th, 1986. I will repeat this over and over, as many things tend to get forgotten around this old little hyperspace here in the waking fifth dimension.
Many peeps want me to say some things, so I will try and give appropriate answers. Just why the computer has taken over the world, is anyone's guess, but Kathy Gatherer is no stranger to my following statement that goes, “We all asked for it”, you bet you, and now for sure, we're all living with it, and yes, many if not most <50 folks, even idolize this ridiculous and absurd nonsense.
Yes, the LOIS FOCA retyped lyrics on a recent blog, brought the DJ (DOW JONES) down temporarily; just as the punishment and the counterattacks done to me by the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, brought it all right back up again, nothing new is happening ere, again, this all began on the morning of 08/15/86.
Answers to the queries first: No, I did not realize the daughter-code thing, might be anything at all, and only realized the truths of things after doing a group of GAWNUM studies that I enjoy doing from time to time, and yes, three numbers seem to leave little room for chance about other 1986's, without the century part of the number. If I had known or figured it out at the time, would I have removed the U-2 stuff, gimme a bwake Elmer Butt-Wipe Fwudd. This Gawnum study was only done a week ago. I was so busy trying to trap a corporate giant into a bag and prove they were stifling me, that I ended up, as Huntington cursed always, only serving to injure myself and quite ass severely if I may add here and presume, Sir Livingston Africa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The next thing is about why the earthquake happened the day following my last studio date, when I said that only trans-dimensional music causes these occurrences, when recorded or entered in some way, into the 'electronic world'. There are numerous sensitivities involved, or so it appears now, that kick in. You see, the melody was taken from an older song, written by me in 1997, about Sarah; the way that I remembered HER, and knew HER; on 10-SC Avenue, in Atlantic City, New jersey, USAESMWG; from the middle and late nineteen-sixties. This, obviously, was enough to again trigger these weird effects. The first time this was noticed by me was in 1980, when the music involved two dance tunes, and the very outlandish tale of precisely where all of this had really come from. Complexities involved in the full story pertaining to all these things would indeed require a book five times the size of all of the works of the great Mister Tolstoy, all combined, so let me just try and tell some sort of shortened version that remains somewhere, hopefully; within the realm of some small understandability. This is all wrapped up in why, out of nowhere, the great Donald Trump, popped up out of literally the clear blue skies void of any chemical vapor poisons from jets or whatever, and did all of the things he did, think about it. Many billionaires have lived amongst us, right folks? But who else messed with me, got in with all my peeps, shot off their mouth about me to the entire entertainment world, and then literally became a very large part of this entertainment giant, in and through his own empire? Yeah, believe all these coincidences, and tape recorders, huh © Office? There is such a thing as being too paranoid, and then there is another thing called being nauseously naïve. Do what you wanna' do to me mother fuckers, but don't expect me to buy into the bullshit coincidence factor, as this is all I'm saying here.
Thank you for not breaking off contact, I worry a lot. People have vanished, and things right out of the Twilight-Zone do happen around me, just as peeps seem to brush minutes with me, and then in short order, tend to go on the normal life scale of 40-60, either straight down to 0, or skyrocket up to 100. All of my readers need no more blunt talk, as you know what is getting said; and if you don't, well then; your shoe size totally eclipses your intelligence quotient, that is of course unless you are completely and totally new to the BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN YO. BEG, I'll be a good boy. YOU told me that you were not all that happy, with 'THAT-BOY', for telling his partner, on the telephone yesterday; about how you admitted to your higher reality, from a very high spot, in a very large city; and right on the “12th year anniversary date”, of my 'SARAH' SONG. Sorry, it won't happen again, and after the re-post, please come, up and put that “Y” on there for your ol' spotted doggie, Zera. I thought that was so wonderful how you have decided bow to give me a NN, another anniversary maybe, #25? Are you noticing the wild government debt connection in any of MI blogged information, brown-eyes? Out of two possible dates in one calendar month, places the coincidence at 1:62 chances, and then the 86 with the year, the code, and your account, at about 1:81X3. Yes, I can multiply, as PBK know quite well, and at young ages, TEE-HEE, and the odds of this coincidence are 1:243. The odds go up that all of these two items are mere random chance events by again multiplying, hence it is about a 1:15,066. Is anybody getting, that all the stuff just randomly occurring in my life, just as I have claimed, could indeed all be one huge coincidence. Sure it can be, only the odds would work out somewhere now, to around a GOOGLE TO ONE, with no searching needed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Want me to write a hundred digits on the blog??????????????????????????
For the queries of how can I better prove 'hyperspace', and its effects on me; taking it to an acceptable, and more believable level; for average folks working at Deena & Pete's Liquor Store, with 2.4 kids, and 3.2 pets; and all football games on TV in their living room throughout the season. Well, the long version is the entire ''BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN''. Then the real short version, is that unless you expand your way of thinking, just a tad bit beyond the 2.4, the 3.2, and your position as Manager over at the Deena & Pete's LS; it won't work so forget it; and so now, here is my very best in-between try. This is what I told my pal PP on the phone yesterday, for the most part, only one other thing now will be added in order to completely and better sum up even this major abbreviated explanation. Men of science far greater than I'll ever hope to be on my best day, do not openly tell the public MANY UNNERVING FACTS ABOUT QUANTUM PHYSICS, and for good reasons. It would do a Joe Paget on most of them, and then bye-bye to humanity and society, as well as any functioning governmental control, as well as the total collapsing global financial system, literally within hours or days, no puns meant, I promise. Here is what I mean, and coming from a nobody with no degree, it is basically harmless, now if I had a degree in this science, I'd take some heat within three days or so of posting this blog up for the general public: Even still, there will be clever and covert retribution and punitation, that I'll know is real, but will remain in the realm of non provable. It goes like this:
Your brain makes you what you think you are, and allows you to live and interact in a world of seemingly tangible material people and places and things. In truth, all there is all around you, and including you in body and brain, are waves and particles. This is an over simplification of things, but is needed to hopefully hold some attention. So how is reality or this quintessential reality-show being done, who are the actors, producers, directors, promoters, equipment operators, and so on and so forth? This is a perfectly good question to ask of the Mountainpen. Naturally I can totally answer all of this, and naturally, no one would be able to get it. So let me please answer just a tiny bit of it, OK? The brain is a biological machine of a sort, that 'produces' numerous levels of awareness or consciousness. These many levels respond to decoding these signals around us into a usable interaction. This is like when you go to the Wal-Mart for your large screen high-definition television and take it home and begin operating it. Crack it all apart, and it is all just a bunch of totally non-sentient stuff that give it energy to function, in collusion with your electrical power company of course, and then all that other nice cool stuff that you need not concern yourself with in order to get the entertainment that you paid for, out of the thing. Your brain is like this TV set, and the many channels it can receive when also properly hooked up is part of this as well. Hollywood has only so many acting employees to go around. So we all see the same actors and actresses all acting out many different lives and in many different stories and plots, as sometimes it is with numerous movies that they may be staring in, or in person giving an interview, or as a guest appearing on a talk show, and on and on. The odds that only one reality exists, is far higher a number, than the odds that a humongous multitude of them do. This is greatly do to the way atoms on subatomic levels have been seen to behave, in numerous states of their orbital vibrations, similar to frequencies, as with the varying channels and stations, of the bandwidths of radio, television, internet, and etcetera. Again, further elucidation and explanation, requires serious background knowledge in the mechanical disciplines of numerous sciences. Just as acting personnel in the Entertainment World switch realities and roles and so-called lives, all while being the same entity in the wave/particle real-waking-world, so do all of us so-called real-waking folks, also switch roles and universes and realities, or the illusion may appear this way after I say a bit more here, but this is all that is happening. There is one full consciousness that is living in this huge area that contains virtually limitless other parallel lives. This vast space needed to contain all of these countless parallel universes that are separated only by subatomic frequency agreements in a lawtronic system, is the 5th-DIMENSION, or all of the so many 4th-DIMENSIONAL SPACE-TIME UNIVERSES, of which we all now are seemingly living and interacting awake and conscious, in one single one of them. Many peeps now accurately recognize hyperspace as indeed, this 5th dimension, for one example, read the book written by Doctor Bruce Goldberg, “Time Travelers From Our Future”. This is an old concept that both Gene Roddenberry, as well as myself, figured out decades before he ever penned and published his nineties book, but it is without a doubt, a terrific and awesome book, you all need to get it and read it, sorry Borders, I'll miss you. Yes I bought many a great book in the 20th century, from good old Borders books. Now the harder part for many in 2011 to wrap their 'heads' around, is how dreaming first so perfectly into this deal of HYPERSPACE. All my life since I was a new adult in the early seventies, I had this recurring dream about a school in egg Harbor, New Jersey. Either I was driving around searching for it, or going to it, but one way or the other, it was a powerful piece of my life, yet why it was, was the greatest 4th dimensional mystery I ever could have dogging me. Only by raising things into the 5th dimension, just as the mighty mind of Albert Einstein said, did things eventually begin to unfold, and make crystal clear sense. Still, blocks and limits are there as a protection trio the conscious mind, in a similar way as the physical mobility of bodies in REM dream state, freeze up in order to protect against acting out the dream, or really, moving around in the wrong or inappropriate dimension, and end up socking your significant other in the jaw in the middle of the night as a result of a very vivid 'nightmare'.
This is all that needs to be said on this for right now, but more will come, and of course, it all ready has all been said, but then I do not expect anyone to research my nearly six years of blogs on the website of www.blogger.com/.
Yes my lovely PEE, I will never ever leave you, and am always with you, despite that state police trooper killing me. We need to talk more about the Huntington Curse and the Japanese who loved to commit Harry Carry so long ago. Flor right now though, I must sign off and go about my daily errands. I LOVE YOU, PEE!
END TRANSMISSION:
DATFILE: CH-198-072211.590
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Another nasty day 4 me peeps, YO. Inspectors at my door, fire alarms, and a run away Dow Jones, as I said would happen, back up to nearly 13K after the short drop. I said it all would happen, doubt me all you want to folks.
I knew last night when SSJK came around just shy of 2 AM with her beautiful and totally ass awesome strobe-light (lightning) that I'd be punished today, as a compensation, as happiness is never allowed for mother fucking poor old me, is it, you sick twisted jerk off bastards? This all began when I awoke out of a powerful interaction on the morning of August the 15th, 1986. I will repeat this over and over, as many things tend to get forgotten around this old little hyperspace here in the waking fifth dimension.
Many peeps want me to say some things, so I will try and give appropriate answers. Just why the computer has taken over the world, is anyone's guess, but Kathy Gatherer is no stranger to my following statement that goes, “We all asked for it”, you bet you, and now for sure, we're all living with it, and yes, many if not most <50 folks, even idolize this ridiculous and absurd nonsense.
Yes, the LOIS FOCA retyped lyrics on a recent blog, brought the DJ (DOW JONES) down temporarily; just as the punishment and the counterattacks done to me by the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, brought it all right back up again, nothing new is happening ere, again, this all began on the morning of 08/15/86.
Answers to the queries first: No, I did not realize the daughter-code thing, might be anything at all, and only realized the truths of things after doing a group of GAWNUM studies that I enjoy doing from time to time, and yes, three numbers seem to leave little room for chance about other 1986's, without the century part of the number. If I had known or figured it out at the time, would I have removed the U-2 stuff, gimme a bwake Elmer Butt-Wipe Fwudd. This Gawnum study was only done a week ago. I was so busy trying to trap a corporate giant into a bag and prove they were stifling me, that I ended up, as Huntington cursed always, only serving to injure myself and quite ass severely if I may add here and presume, Sir Livingston Africa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The next thing is about why the earthquake happened the day following my last studio date, when I said that only trans-dimensional music causes these occurrences, when recorded or entered in some way, into the 'electronic world'. There are numerous sensitivities involved, or so it appears now, that kick in. You see, the melody was taken from an older song, written by me in 1997, about Sarah; the way that I remembered HER, and knew HER; on 10-SC Avenue, in Atlantic City, New jersey, USAESMWG; from the middle and late nineteen-sixties. This, obviously, was enough to again trigger these weird effects. The first time this was noticed by me was in 1980, when the music involved two dance tunes, and the very outlandish tale of precisely where all of this had really come from. Complexities involved in the full story pertaining to all these things would indeed require a book five times the size of all of the works of the great Mister Tolstoy, all combined, so let me just try and tell some sort of shortened version that remains somewhere, hopefully; within the realm of some small understandability. This is all wrapped up in why, out of nowhere, the great Donald Trump, popped up out of literally the clear blue skies void of any chemical vapor poisons from jets or whatever, and did all of the things he did, think about it. Many billionaires have lived amongst us, right folks? But who else messed with me, got in with all my peeps, shot off their mouth about me to the entire entertainment world, and then literally became a very large part of this entertainment giant, in and through his own empire? Yeah, believe all these coincidences, and tape recorders, huh © Office? There is such a thing as being too paranoid, and then there is another thing called being nauseously naïve. Do what you wanna' do to me mother fuckers, but don't expect me to buy into the bullshit coincidence factor, as this is all I'm saying here.
Thank you for not breaking off contact, I worry a lot. People have vanished, and things right out of the Twilight-Zone do happen around me, just as peeps seem to brush minutes with me, and then in short order, tend to go on the normal life scale of 40-60, either straight down to 0, or skyrocket up to 100. All of my readers need no more blunt talk, as you know what is getting said; and if you don't, well then; your shoe size totally eclipses your intelligence quotient, that is of course unless you are completely and totally new to the BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN YO. BEG, I'll be a good boy. YOU told me that you were not all that happy, with 'THAT-BOY', for telling his partner, on the telephone yesterday; about how you admitted to your higher reality, from a very high spot, in a very large city; and right on the “12th year anniversary date”, of my 'SARAH' SONG. Sorry, it won't happen again, and after the re-post, please come, up and put that “Y” on there for your ol' spotted doggie, Zera. I thought that was so wonderful how you have decided bow to give me a NN, another anniversary maybe, #25? Are you noticing the wild government debt connection in any of MI blogged information, brown-eyes? Out of two possible dates in one calendar month, places the coincidence at 1:62 chances, and then the 86 with the year, the code, and your account, at about 1:81X3. Yes, I can multiply, as PBK know quite well, and at young ages, TEE-HEE, and the odds of this coincidence are 1:243. The odds go up that all of these two items are mere random chance events by again multiplying, hence it is about a 1:15,066. Is anybody getting, that all the stuff just randomly occurring in my life, just as I have claimed, could indeed all be one huge coincidence. Sure it can be, only the odds would work out somewhere now, to around a GOOGLE TO ONE, with no searching needed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Want me to write a hundred digits on the blog??????????????????????????
For the queries of how can I better prove 'hyperspace', and its effects on me; taking it to an acceptable, and more believable level; for average folks working at Deena & Pete's Liquor Store, with 2.4 kids, and 3.2 pets; and all football games on TV in their living room throughout the season. Well, the long version is the entire ''BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN''. Then the real short version, is that unless you expand your way of thinking, just a tad bit beyond the 2.4, the 3.2, and your position as Manager over at the Deena & Pete's LS; it won't work so forget it; and so now, here is my very best in-between try. This is what I told my pal PP on the phone yesterday, for the most part, only one other thing now will be added in order to completely and better sum up even this major abbreviated explanation. Men of science far greater than I'll ever hope to be on my best day, do not openly tell the public MANY UNNERVING FACTS ABOUT QUANTUM PHYSICS, and for good reasons. It would do a Joe Paget on most of them, and then bye-bye to humanity and society, as well as any functioning governmental control, as well as the total collapsing global financial system, literally within hours or days, no puns meant, I promise. Here is what I mean, and coming from a nobody with no degree, it is basically harmless, now if I had a degree in this science, I'd take some heat within three days or so of posting this blog up for the general public: Even still, there will be clever and covert retribution and punitation, that I'll know is real, but will remain in the realm of non provable. It goes like this:
Your brain makes you what you think you are, and allows you to live and interact in a world of seemingly tangible material people and places and things. In truth, all there is all around you, and including you in body and brain, are waves and particles. This is an over simplification of things, but is needed to hopefully hold some attention. So how is reality or this quintessential reality-show being done, who are the actors, producers, directors, promoters, equipment operators, and so on and so forth? This is a perfectly good question to ask of the Mountainpen. Naturally I can totally answer all of this, and naturally, no one would be able to get it. So let me please answer just a tiny bit of it, OK? The brain is a biological machine of a sort, that 'produces' numerous levels of awareness or consciousness. These many levels respond to decoding these signals around us into a usable interaction. This is like when you go to the Wal-Mart for your large screen high-definition television and take it home and begin operating it. Crack it all apart, and it is all just a bunch of totally non-sentient stuff that give it energy to function, in collusion with your electrical power company of course, and then all that other nice cool stuff that you need not concern yourself with in order to get the entertainment that you paid for, out of the thing. Your brain is like this TV set, and the many channels it can receive when also properly hooked up is part of this as well. Hollywood has only so many acting employees to go around. So we all see the same actors and actresses all acting out many different lives and in many different stories and plots, as sometimes it is with numerous movies that they may be staring in, or in person giving an interview, or as a guest appearing on a talk show, and on and on. The odds that only one reality exists, is far higher a number, than the odds that a humongous multitude of them do. This is greatly do to the way atoms on subatomic levels have been seen to behave, in numerous states of their orbital vibrations, similar to frequencies, as with the varying channels and stations, of the bandwidths of radio, television, internet, and etcetera. Again, further elucidation and explanation, requires serious background knowledge in the mechanical disciplines of numerous sciences. Just as acting personnel in the Entertainment World switch realities and roles and so-called lives, all while being the same entity in the wave/particle real-waking-world, so do all of us so-called real-waking folks, also switch roles and universes and realities, or the illusion may appear this way after I say a bit more here, but this is all that is happening. There is one full consciousness that is living in this huge area that contains virtually limitless other parallel lives. This vast space needed to contain all of these countless parallel universes that are separated only by subatomic frequency agreements in a lawtronic system, is the 5th-DIMENSION, or all of the so many 4th-DIMENSIONAL SPACE-TIME UNIVERSES, of which we all now are seemingly living and interacting awake and conscious, in one single one of them. Many peeps now accurately recognize hyperspace as indeed, this 5th dimension, for one example, read the book written by Doctor Bruce Goldberg, “Time Travelers From Our Future”. This is an old concept that both Gene Roddenberry, as well as myself, figured out decades before he ever penned and published his nineties book, but it is without a doubt, a terrific and awesome book, you all need to get it and read it, sorry Borders, I'll miss you. Yes I bought many a great book in the 20th century, from good old Borders books. Now the harder part for many in 2011 to wrap their 'heads' around, is how dreaming first so perfectly into this deal of HYPERSPACE. All my life since I was a new adult in the early seventies, I had this recurring dream about a school in egg Harbor, New Jersey. Either I was driving around searching for it, or going to it, but one way or the other, it was a powerful piece of my life, yet why it was, was the greatest 4th dimensional mystery I ever could have dogging me. Only by raising things into the 5th dimension, just as the mighty mind of Albert Einstein said, did things eventually begin to unfold, and make crystal clear sense. Still, blocks and limits are there as a protection trio the conscious mind, in a similar way as the physical mobility of bodies in REM dream state, freeze up in order to protect against acting out the dream, or really, moving around in the wrong or inappropriate dimension, and end up socking your significant other in the jaw in the middle of the night as a result of a very vivid 'nightmare'.
This is all that needs to be said on this for right now, but more will come, and of course, it all ready has all been said, but then I do not expect anyone to research my nearly six years of blogs on the website of www.blogger.com/.
Yes my lovely PEE, I will never ever leave you, and am always with you, despite that state police trooper killing me. We need to talk more about the Huntington Curse and the Japanese who loved to commit Harry Carry so long ago. Flor right now though, I must sign off and go about my daily errands. I LOVE YOU, PEE!
END TRANSMISSION:
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 197
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 197
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2295
SEND-BACK-TEXT DATFILE: CH-197-072011.533
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MORIANITY PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
4TH SUBTITLE OF BLOG:
“AM I IN A CATHOUSE, A DOGHOUSE, OR A GIANT NUTHOUSE?”
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, 2006-2011
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
The enemy has day number two of sky siege going for me, WEIN, or SOSO? I went to court and was sent home along with the other jurors that came, we were not needed, they had an over abundance based on the case load or total dockets. I would have my fun telling under oath how much crime I have been a victim of, naturally, I all ready knew I would have a short 5 minute jury day. These parlor tricks are invisible to the 'public', right Robert Levy the Third? As you said in the early autumn in 2008, to me out in the surf, there is obviously lots of things unknown by the public, and this is of course why my story remains in the shrouds of mystery, hence I am crazy and deluded, quite psychotic, and need to feel important, and so much other stuff, poor little me, yeah, sure, 'OK', late Mister John King.
At the court, my steel-toe only pair of shoes, caused a problem at the court frisk gate. The guards there need a little bit of a PR brush up course, Mister Fort Pierce Mayor, or Mrs./Mizz, whatever, they are a bit lacking in this in case you are interested, I mean really, I felt more like the defendant than the freaking juror, YO. Peeps are on a roll however, lots of nasty interactions are all over, par for the course when perpetually suffering under the nightmarish HUNTINGTON CURSE, what can I say, Jay-Jay Evans, BRO?????????????????? Hostility holograms or as I've shortened this term over the past 20 years or so, 'HOSTILITYGRAMS', are pretty much of a constant for me on a daily scheduled precision routine, along with nasty freaking 'Jane dirt-weeds' clock-ones-attacks, and death angel scans. The 'laser-retrace' device from the future, up at the World-Labs; obviously works on this carrier frequency. An actual 'angel of death' taken Catholic literally, is absurd, as is all the hocus pocus religious mother fucking horse shit, Satan, Christ, God, the whole silly fucked up smack. Do the illusions from this immense and powerful parlor trick work well? Sure they do, just as great conspiracies would not BE GREAT, would they, MISTER Mel Gibson, if they were easy to see through and get proved and stopped!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wicked horrendous truth peeps, but TRUTH just the freaking same, players!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOMO MILITUFORCE garbage dirt bags, struck me with a viscous shit-cramp attack the moment my alarm clock woke me this MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, for the jury duty. The nasty poison chemical jet vapor trails caused this, naturally, SOSO-WEIN? Judges may be involved, KATE, but we don't always seem to need the poison cake to do the trick, just the powerful symbolism of the magical alpha-system of human language, said simpler, the (ALPHABET). I will bet on Alpha, or Gawky Gaukauk, any day, and never against these powerful truths, and do not look at my facial muscles for a possible give away, Selena.
Well, yesterday, my car stereo as well as my 4th or 5th K-Mart watch, was broken, AGAIN, by this diseased mother fucking enemy of mine, I call the BRIGGBASE RESIDENTS, OTAMMITES, TAWF, AND THE MILI-2-FORCE, AND OTHER NAMES NOT SO POLITE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Somehow the tape in my car tape player is stuck in and not eject-able, and the radio plays even though the tape is stuck inside. When I get some extra bucks together, I'll fucking have to replace the entire system with a used old style AM/FM/TAPE car stereo unit, and have the tecks break open the fucking unit so that I can retrieve my tape. I am filing charges and sending reports to the following fucking ass authorities, laugh at me all you fucking want to Mizz UMWELL-ONYX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA JANE-DISEASE-MONSTER-SLAPPING BASEBALL CHEATER, you missed me, it's fucking 17 minpers past scum now, on this demonic mother fucking rats ass afternoon, total BOTBAR, as is my entire year, century, millennium, Bob-Barfer-life, and endless existence at total subvampiric levels.
Oh I've not fucking forgotten Atlantic County as well as today, at the Courts, they want no parts of hearing my fucking testimony under mother fucking legal oath. So who thinks I really am just crazy, you do, sure, but not those in the know, in authority over me, that are obviously reading my blogs. Mail Counts, Jury's, Blog and UFO club infiltrators, and on and on, MI says it so 'perfectly' and not just in 2009, “OH YEAH, RIGHT”. But now there is a short message to both my partner, and also, my special one. Before I go on, only hard core 'Dark Shadows' television fans are really gonna' appreciate my next couple of powerful sentences. They remember the Collins Family History, and the bible of it that gorgeous Victoria winters had with her on her time trip back to 1795. They appreciate how humanity can literally decide how history books are gonna' be told, the slants, the biases; and not omitting the many down right total fabrications. Yes Bob Levy-lll, you did share quite a mouth full of wisdom with your quick new surfer pal, me, ol' Mountainpen, B4U headed in on the next wave, and just hopped on the truck; that all seemed to be prearranged, and preplanned somehow; with no reel good tapes to assist them, or other rip-off towns, Highview Cheers; or complaints about airplane stalking, and jet outflow pollution; huh, United States Copyright Office of the 1986 time circa, YO?????????????? My two messages to PP and MC are as follows. Please do not break off contact, and in return, I will totally alter some of my blogging tactics. Most peeps cannot follow this nor believe any part of it aniwho. PP, this is YYYYY your old partner is so paranoid. One minute you cvall me out of the blue, then wham, nothing, unreachable PP, just as B4, and this is the reason I stopped doing business, how can I know what you want when you have me start projects, and then vanish away ion the first breeze that blows through 65 Middle Road with large now dead red headed ghosts screaming about slamming doors? It was 37 months ago come tomorrow when Paul, SIR, I all ready knew I'd be living in this place, so how can I be crazy, or the one pulling off these tricks. I may play along upon occasion, as what else really do you or anyone else out here, does this world expect me to do, lie down and die, when even this cannot be done with retracing beams all over me? PP, if you are as smart as you tell me you are, study just the past 4 years of my blogs on www.blogger.com/. I am struggling to survive in as nightmare for which I have no other avenue of option left to me other than shouting out the true story going on around me, and all tho the very most accurate and best of my knowledge, while still admitting that of course, flaws in lots of this may be dancing around like mice in a fucking cheese factory. Still, I'm doing my mother fucking best PP, and all other Blogaudians, gimme a fucking break peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I did not ignore your idea about the anonymous thing PP, I wrote an entire book and copyrighted it, it's called “The Permission Barrier”, and this was 4 years before I knew you walked this Earth, back on October 31, of the year of 1994, when I sent it down in the united States mail for official Copyright registration, player!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I tried every and anything you can think of and think up old buddy, I do not mean that in an insulting way. I merely insist that you be aware that yes sir, I've been there and done that. NOTHING WORKS, because, and I will show you a magazine someday that will blow your mind, MY DAUGHTER CLAIMS HERSELF, FORGET ME, TO BE ALL MIGHTY GODDESS JEHOVAH, it is right there in black and white, despite the dummies of this planet having it go right over there head, as SHE knew that it would, but not over mine, SHE is omniscient in HER great true form, she is not dumb, PP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then there is MOM, the great JULIA WHITE, the great VIQUEEN, SHE insists on being addressed on the Astral plane, by me, as Mini-Great Julie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You show me how to fight these gods, Paul, I'll gladly do it, but first, give my story a real chance, analyze all these totally indisputable items before you write it all off, old pal, and please CALL ME, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Try and see how something of this unfathomable inconceivable magnitude, HAD TO ALL BE PLANNED MILLIONS OF HYEARS BEFORE ANY OF US WERE EVEN TAKING PHYSICAL FORM HERE THROUGH DREAM DOWNS off of the Astral Plane, PP. If you are in too much pain to call me, can't Cook give me a shout just to let me know what you want me to do at the studio, as I am doing 2 projects there, and needed to confer with you. Something major needs to be addressed, and it is business, not 'nee-nee-nee-nee'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now for the other coded WI, and I know you will get this little joke if you think about it. You appeared to me in a powerful interaction not long back and told me to re-post, and then use this. Is this all somebody else tricking me, or can I depend on your subtle communication, if I here and now give you my eternal promise, never to be blunt? The only way you can let me know the answer is to let some time go by and while everyone except for you and me forgets this blog, come back with a simple Y or N, for yes or no. You can add it in at the end or just post it, no one will know. If you still want me to do the other thing that you wanted 3 years back, use a comma, and add the symbol of *, after the Y or the N. Wait at least ten days from the date this blog posts, but if 30 days goes by, I will see this as an automatic N. Please don't say no. We both need to clear up things, and then the chips can fall wherever they fall, that is cool with me. I still hope you will do the other thing I asked, hope burns more eternal than all of your cousin McGuire's matches. I wish U only the best, you know that BEG.
Well, this is what brings this blog number SJCH-197 to a close. I have no control over who does what, I am only stuck in a nightmare with no way out.
END TWANSMISSION, WABBIT, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
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4TH SUBTITLE OF BLOG:
“AM I IN A CATHOUSE, A DOGHOUSE, OR A GIANT NUTHOUSE?”
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, 2006-2011
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
The enemy has day number two of sky siege going for me, WEIN, or SOSO? I went to court and was sent home along with the other jurors that came, we were not needed, they had an over abundance based on the case load or total dockets. I would have my fun telling under oath how much crime I have been a victim of, naturally, I all ready knew I would have a short 5 minute jury day. These parlor tricks are invisible to the 'public', right Robert Levy the Third? As you said in the early autumn in 2008, to me out in the surf, there is obviously lots of things unknown by the public, and this is of course why my story remains in the shrouds of mystery, hence I am crazy and deluded, quite psychotic, and need to feel important, and so much other stuff, poor little me, yeah, sure, 'OK', late Mister John King.
At the court, my steel-toe only pair of shoes, caused a problem at the court frisk gate. The guards there need a little bit of a PR brush up course, Mister Fort Pierce Mayor, or Mrs./Mizz, whatever, they are a bit lacking in this in case you are interested, I mean really, I felt more like the defendant than the freaking juror, YO. Peeps are on a roll however, lots of nasty interactions are all over, par for the course when perpetually suffering under the nightmarish HUNTINGTON CURSE, what can I say, Jay-Jay Evans, BRO?????????????????? Hostility holograms or as I've shortened this term over the past 20 years or so, 'HOSTILITYGRAMS', are pretty much of a constant for me on a daily scheduled precision routine, along with nasty freaking 'Jane dirt-weeds' clock-ones-attacks, and death angel scans. The 'laser-retrace' device from the future, up at the World-Labs; obviously works on this carrier frequency. An actual 'angel of death' taken Catholic literally, is absurd, as is all the hocus pocus religious mother fucking horse shit, Satan, Christ, God, the whole silly fucked up smack. Do the illusions from this immense and powerful parlor trick work well? Sure they do, just as great conspiracies would not BE GREAT, would they, MISTER Mel Gibson, if they were easy to see through and get proved and stopped!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wicked horrendous truth peeps, but TRUTH just the freaking same, players!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOMO MILITUFORCE garbage dirt bags, struck me with a viscous shit-cramp attack the moment my alarm clock woke me this MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, for the jury duty. The nasty poison chemical jet vapor trails caused this, naturally, SOSO-WEIN? Judges may be involved, KATE, but we don't always seem to need the poison cake to do the trick, just the powerful symbolism of the magical alpha-system of human language, said simpler, the (ALPHABET). I will bet on Alpha, or Gawky Gaukauk, any day, and never against these powerful truths, and do not look at my facial muscles for a possible give away, Selena.
Well, yesterday, my car stereo as well as my 4th or 5th K-Mart watch, was broken, AGAIN, by this diseased mother fucking enemy of mine, I call the BRIGGBASE RESIDENTS, OTAMMITES, TAWF, AND THE MILI-2-FORCE, AND OTHER NAMES NOT SO POLITE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Somehow the tape in my car tape player is stuck in and not eject-able, and the radio plays even though the tape is stuck inside. When I get some extra bucks together, I'll fucking have to replace the entire system with a used old style AM/FM/TAPE car stereo unit, and have the tecks break open the fucking unit so that I can retrieve my tape. I am filing charges and sending reports to the following fucking ass authorities, laugh at me all you fucking want to Mizz UMWELL-ONYX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA JANE-DISEASE-MONSTER-SLAPPING BASEBALL CHEATER, you missed me, it's fucking 17 minpers past scum now, on this demonic mother fucking rats ass afternoon, total BOTBAR, as is my entire year, century, millennium, Bob-Barfer-life, and endless existence at total subvampiric levels.
Oh I've not fucking forgotten Atlantic County as well as today, at the Courts, they want no parts of hearing my fucking testimony under mother fucking legal oath. So who thinks I really am just crazy, you do, sure, but not those in the know, in authority over me, that are obviously reading my blogs. Mail Counts, Jury's, Blog and UFO club infiltrators, and on and on, MI says it so 'perfectly' and not just in 2009, “OH YEAH, RIGHT”. But now there is a short message to both my partner, and also, my special one. Before I go on, only hard core 'Dark Shadows' television fans are really gonna' appreciate my next couple of powerful sentences. They remember the Collins Family History, and the bible of it that gorgeous Victoria winters had with her on her time trip back to 1795. They appreciate how humanity can literally decide how history books are gonna' be told, the slants, the biases; and not omitting the many down right total fabrications. Yes Bob Levy-lll, you did share quite a mouth full of wisdom with your quick new surfer pal, me, ol' Mountainpen, B4U headed in on the next wave, and just hopped on the truck; that all seemed to be prearranged, and preplanned somehow; with no reel good tapes to assist them, or other rip-off towns, Highview Cheers; or complaints about airplane stalking, and jet outflow pollution; huh, United States Copyright Office of the 1986 time circa, YO?????????????? My two messages to PP and MC are as follows. Please do not break off contact, and in return, I will totally alter some of my blogging tactics. Most peeps cannot follow this nor believe any part of it aniwho. PP, this is YYYYY your old partner is so paranoid. One minute you cvall me out of the blue, then wham, nothing, unreachable PP, just as B4, and this is the reason I stopped doing business, how can I know what you want when you have me start projects, and then vanish away ion the first breeze that blows through 65 Middle Road with large now dead red headed ghosts screaming about slamming doors? It was 37 months ago come tomorrow when Paul, SIR, I all ready knew I'd be living in this place, so how can I be crazy, or the one pulling off these tricks. I may play along upon occasion, as what else really do you or anyone else out here, does this world expect me to do, lie down and die, when even this cannot be done with retracing beams all over me? PP, if you are as smart as you tell me you are, study just the past 4 years of my blogs on www.blogger.com/. I am struggling to survive in as nightmare for which I have no other avenue of option left to me other than shouting out the true story going on around me, and all tho the very most accurate and best of my knowledge, while still admitting that of course, flaws in lots of this may be dancing around like mice in a fucking cheese factory. Still, I'm doing my mother fucking best PP, and all other Blogaudians, gimme a fucking break peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I did not ignore your idea about the anonymous thing PP, I wrote an entire book and copyrighted it, it's called “The Permission Barrier”, and this was 4 years before I knew you walked this Earth, back on October 31, of the year of 1994, when I sent it down in the united States mail for official Copyright registration, player!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I tried every and anything you can think of and think up old buddy, I do not mean that in an insulting way. I merely insist that you be aware that yes sir, I've been there and done that. NOTHING WORKS, because, and I will show you a magazine someday that will blow your mind, MY DAUGHTER CLAIMS HERSELF, FORGET ME, TO BE ALL MIGHTY GODDESS JEHOVAH, it is right there in black and white, despite the dummies of this planet having it go right over there head, as SHE knew that it would, but not over mine, SHE is omniscient in HER great true form, she is not dumb, PP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then there is MOM, the great JULIA WHITE, the great VIQUEEN, SHE insists on being addressed on the Astral plane, by me, as Mini-Great Julie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You show me how to fight these gods, Paul, I'll gladly do it, but first, give my story a real chance, analyze all these totally indisputable items before you write it all off, old pal, and please CALL ME, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Try and see how something of this unfathomable inconceivable magnitude, HAD TO ALL BE PLANNED MILLIONS OF HYEARS BEFORE ANY OF US WERE EVEN TAKING PHYSICAL FORM HERE THROUGH DREAM DOWNS off of the Astral Plane, PP. If you are in too much pain to call me, can't Cook give me a shout just to let me know what you want me to do at the studio, as I am doing 2 projects there, and needed to confer with you. Something major needs to be addressed, and it is business, not 'nee-nee-nee-nee'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now for the other coded WI, and I know you will get this little joke if you think about it. You appeared to me in a powerful interaction not long back and told me to re-post, and then use this. Is this all somebody else tricking me, or can I depend on your subtle communication, if I here and now give you my eternal promise, never to be blunt? The only way you can let me know the answer is to let some time go by and while everyone except for you and me forgets this blog, come back with a simple Y or N, for yes or no. You can add it in at the end or just post it, no one will know. If you still want me to do the other thing that you wanted 3 years back, use a comma, and add the symbol of *, after the Y or the N. Wait at least ten days from the date this blog posts, but if 30 days goes by, I will see this as an automatic N. Please don't say no. We both need to clear up things, and then the chips can fall wherever they fall, that is cool with me. I still hope you will do the other thing I asked, hope burns more eternal than all of your cousin McGuire's matches. I wish U only the best, you know that BEG.
Well, this is what brings this blog number SJCH-197 to a close. I have no control over who does what, I am only stuck in a nightmare with no way out.
END TWANSMISSION, WABBIT, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 196
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 196
5 PM, TUESDAY, JULY 19, 2010
ALL SUBTITLES APPLY
START OF BLOG:
I'm under a major fucking aerial death siege, dissipation chemtrail spatter, loud planes, low flying helicopters, all over, major attack at work, and all over in general.
Normally. I speak to my pal named Eric, on Wednesdays, over at the HFOC, however since tomorrow I do my civic duty at the court, I was able to see him today. Many things were talked about. Life really is a funny old dog, I agree with my other pal from the TV, Jack McCoy, just as I make a little headway on one thing, other things go awry, at least my more negative viewpoint that seems to kick a lot a lot, tends to see things this way, and you out here folks, do not need to know the details. The reason for my siege today is obvious, and this much I can, AND WILL SAY, peeps, YO!
The interaction was off the scale major last night, with peeps ,more powerful than most of the great Astral Plane gods. I AM GONNA' TELL IT, as THEY don't want it told, as this gives me a big-one-up on THEM, by thus telling it, you remember me Jesse, my lovely tattle tail ball player of the MOUNTAINPEN MORE DISTANT ARCHIVED BLOGS, YO!!!!!!!! B4I do tell it, let me just say this first, pweeeeeeeeeze folks, YO. Parlor tricks are the best explanation, despite Albert Einstein and all of the other scientific hocus pocus of actual TT, for my wild and otherwise totally unexplainable freaking hellish nightmare life, or subvamperism if a better term may be permitted here UNCLE SNOOTS GOTTWALD, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For the few dumber folks that make Lonnie Jackson's light appear to shine with megawatt brilliance in comparison, on the greatest law show in our world's history, IMHO, “Law & Order; who did not realize that all I did a few days ago was a simple archive cut and paste to my word program and then re-cut- and re-paste back onto my blogging sites of www.blogger.com/ and www.wordpress.com/, this is all that happened. For whatever reason, I yelled out in a questionable way, nearly 265 years ago to the day now, the word “MY” or “MI” was not one bit different. All illusionists like Pat Jane and myself, can use many tricks, however, I am not doing the main trick, and this is what I CANNOT MAKE MOST PEEPS AROUND ME AND THINK THEY KNOW ME SO DAMN WELL, HONESTLY BELIEVE, AS THEY TOTALLY THINK I AM EITHER DELUSIONASL, OR PULLING A SUPER ASS FAST ONE, and these two things are simply not the case here. My motives have been guessed wrong by peeps since I was a very small child, and completed an entire years worth of math homework in one night, at the Quakertown, Pennsylvania Richland Avenue Grammar School, back in '61 or '62 or whenever. I have no need to feel important, I all ready know that I am just a pile of worthless mucous and dogshit all mixed together. I have no desire to be or do anything other than to leave this physical life and nightmare dream, and never ever again be forced to return back into it, but unfortunately folks, this is not a small order, it is a very tall one. I am no different than all of you,we all simply exist, and right now, I am aware and conscious to one particular set or sequence of dreaming interactions in one particular and exact reality in the 5th dimensional hyperspace of waves and particles that are receiving not only the entire interaction, but other things not yet mentioned by this blogger, all from a 'locale' known by me as the 6th dimension. I want to escape my nightmare, and this is not a possible reality. I am glad that I have a limited contact point now with my wonderful and very special daughter, but this changes nothing about wanting to get out of here forever, and stay out. Now that this is all out of the way, and you all know I'm suffering a wicked demonic death siege from WOMO today; let's freaking move on with the powerful “dreaming of last night”.
If nightmares in reverse dreams could be individually 'tagged' and named, no pun Michelle and 'kin', this could be filed and categorized quite well, under the heading of “LOOP-TRUTHS”. Why, why, why, do I say this, Jimmy Copyrights, from the wonderful marvelous astounding '84 year, we all may presume, all those named Stanley??????????????? Well, it was a dreaming where ultimate loops and full-circles presented themselves, and cleared up some super mysteries for me about my rotten diseased pathetic twisted screwed up life, that's why, DJ-DS and other robbers, burglars, and stories for me to tell the prosecutors when asked about tomorrow at the Vuodier. It is misspelled, and spell checker is naturally its usual no-help self; but you know what I'm saying folks. I cannot wait to tell just how much crime I have been a victim of tomorrow, and all under oath YO!!!!!!!!!! So eat some Friendly Ice Cream, and enjoy it Donna!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes this was a powerful DREAM. I have never ever had this powerful a dream about GAWKY GAUKAUK before, not ever. Not even at Selena's Rooming house on Stenton Avenue, in Rip Off Town East, Copyright Examiners. So you would never hurt me as the bird, ha, most cats love to hurt birds. Well, there was a more powerful Esolph's Fairy-fable situation, going on here; than than merely Caterpillars, Butterflies, and Kitty-Cats. I hated the living guts out of the bastards who locked me out of the large van vehicle and made me face Gawky all by myself, that is until the lesson was learned, and I jumped up and flew all over, and when I landed, there was Gawky, telling me in a non-cat form of course, that he would never hurt anything that could fly, as he is fascinated by me. People and their brains out their ass, it flabbergasts me to no end, all their computer skills, their electronic wisdom and scientific knowledge, and still they are as dumb as an smelly old freaking ox. They buy their blue-ray machine and their DVD-CD systems or whatever other devices, and it brings back in a few dimensions, the reality of sounds and sights of life and living things, and do not put together that in less than three centuries, it will be able to bring back all of the dimensions, and be a lot more than movies and music, and can be placed in a field that simulates distance, so as to scan for whatever is being sought to recreate, and alagazam Houdini and Reel-Good-Tapes, I AM THE BLUE RAY, gimme' a break Christianity, will ya'?
Why are you so fascinated with me {Tony{? Well, the old antimatter argument presents itself to any open minded individual. {Y-NOT{!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “Doownoddah others”, as Gawky did so to me; huh Uncle Jesus???????????? Gimme' a break, you're family's driving me fucking nuts, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tell me how deluded and full of antimatter containment fields I really am, old pal Mister Hawking.
Stop worrying about why I can do certain things, and focus on why you are so hellbent on ruining my entire life, PAULA BELINDA KIG, my beautiful endless love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HELP ME RHONDA-ANN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
5 PM, TUESDAY, JULY 19, 2010
ALL SUBTITLES APPLY
START OF BLOG:
I'm under a major fucking aerial death siege, dissipation chemtrail spatter, loud planes, low flying helicopters, all over, major attack at work, and all over in general.
Normally. I speak to my pal named Eric, on Wednesdays, over at the HFOC, however since tomorrow I do my civic duty at the court, I was able to see him today. Many things were talked about. Life really is a funny old dog, I agree with my other pal from the TV, Jack McCoy, just as I make a little headway on one thing, other things go awry, at least my more negative viewpoint that seems to kick a lot a lot, tends to see things this way, and you out here folks, do not need to know the details. The reason for my siege today is obvious, and this much I can, AND WILL SAY, peeps, YO!
The interaction was off the scale major last night, with peeps ,more powerful than most of the great Astral Plane gods. I AM GONNA' TELL IT, as THEY don't want it told, as this gives me a big-one-up on THEM, by thus telling it, you remember me Jesse, my lovely tattle tail ball player of the MOUNTAINPEN MORE DISTANT ARCHIVED BLOGS, YO!!!!!!!! B4I do tell it, let me just say this first, pweeeeeeeeeze folks, YO. Parlor tricks are the best explanation, despite Albert Einstein and all of the other scientific hocus pocus of actual TT, for my wild and otherwise totally unexplainable freaking hellish nightmare life, or subvamperism if a better term may be permitted here UNCLE SNOOTS GOTTWALD, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For the few dumber folks that make Lonnie Jackson's light appear to shine with megawatt brilliance in comparison, on the greatest law show in our world's history, IMHO, “Law & Order; who did not realize that all I did a few days ago was a simple archive cut and paste to my word program and then re-cut- and re-paste back onto my blogging sites of www.blogger.com/ and www.wordpress.com/, this is all that happened. For whatever reason, I yelled out in a questionable way, nearly 265 years ago to the day now, the word “MY” or “MI” was not one bit different. All illusionists like Pat Jane and myself, can use many tricks, however, I am not doing the main trick, and this is what I CANNOT MAKE MOST PEEPS AROUND ME AND THINK THEY KNOW ME SO DAMN WELL, HONESTLY BELIEVE, AS THEY TOTALLY THINK I AM EITHER DELUSIONASL, OR PULLING A SUPER ASS FAST ONE, and these two things are simply not the case here. My motives have been guessed wrong by peeps since I was a very small child, and completed an entire years worth of math homework in one night, at the Quakertown, Pennsylvania Richland Avenue Grammar School, back in '61 or '62 or whenever. I have no need to feel important, I all ready know that I am just a pile of worthless mucous and dogshit all mixed together. I have no desire to be or do anything other than to leave this physical life and nightmare dream, and never ever again be forced to return back into it, but unfortunately folks, this is not a small order, it is a very tall one. I am no different than all of you,we all simply exist, and right now, I am aware and conscious to one particular set or sequence of dreaming interactions in one particular and exact reality in the 5th dimensional hyperspace of waves and particles that are receiving not only the entire interaction, but other things not yet mentioned by this blogger, all from a 'locale' known by me as the 6th dimension. I want to escape my nightmare, and this is not a possible reality. I am glad that I have a limited contact point now with my wonderful and very special daughter, but this changes nothing about wanting to get out of here forever, and stay out. Now that this is all out of the way, and you all know I'm suffering a wicked demonic death siege from WOMO today; let's freaking move on with the powerful “dreaming of last night”.
If nightmares in reverse dreams could be individually 'tagged' and named, no pun Michelle and 'kin', this could be filed and categorized quite well, under the heading of “LOOP-TRUTHS”. Why, why, why, do I say this, Jimmy Copyrights, from the wonderful marvelous astounding '84 year, we all may presume, all those named Stanley??????????????? Well, it was a dreaming where ultimate loops and full-circles presented themselves, and cleared up some super mysteries for me about my rotten diseased pathetic twisted screwed up life, that's why, DJ-DS and other robbers, burglars, and stories for me to tell the prosecutors when asked about tomorrow at the Vuodier. It is misspelled, and spell checker is naturally its usual no-help self; but you know what I'm saying folks. I cannot wait to tell just how much crime I have been a victim of tomorrow, and all under oath YO!!!!!!!!!! So eat some Friendly Ice Cream, and enjoy it Donna!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes this was a powerful DREAM. I have never ever had this powerful a dream about GAWKY GAUKAUK before, not ever. Not even at Selena's Rooming house on Stenton Avenue, in Rip Off Town East, Copyright Examiners. So you would never hurt me as the bird, ha, most cats love to hurt birds. Well, there was a more powerful Esolph's Fairy-fable situation, going on here; than than merely Caterpillars, Butterflies, and Kitty-Cats. I hated the living guts out of the bastards who locked me out of the large van vehicle and made me face Gawky all by myself, that is until the lesson was learned, and I jumped up and flew all over, and when I landed, there was Gawky, telling me in a non-cat form of course, that he would never hurt anything that could fly, as he is fascinated by me. People and their brains out their ass, it flabbergasts me to no end, all their computer skills, their electronic wisdom and scientific knowledge, and still they are as dumb as an smelly old freaking ox. They buy their blue-ray machine and their DVD-CD systems or whatever other devices, and it brings back in a few dimensions, the reality of sounds and sights of life and living things, and do not put together that in less than three centuries, it will be able to bring back all of the dimensions, and be a lot more than movies and music, and can be placed in a field that simulates distance, so as to scan for whatever is being sought to recreate, and alagazam Houdini and Reel-Good-Tapes, I AM THE BLUE RAY, gimme' a break Christianity, will ya'?
Why are you so fascinated with me {Tony{? Well, the old antimatter argument presents itself to any open minded individual. {Y-NOT{!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “Doownoddah others”, as Gawky did so to me; huh Uncle Jesus???????????? Gimme' a break, you're family's driving me fucking nuts, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tell me how deluded and full of antimatter containment fields I really am, old pal Mister Hawking.
Stop worrying about why I can do certain things, and focus on why you are so hellbent on ruining my entire life, PAULA BELINDA KIG, my beautiful endless love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HELP ME RHONDA-ANN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, July 17, 2011
2nd try time peeps
DAUGHTER CODE-U-TUBE
July 17, 2011
“THE CAT LOVES HIS DAUGHTER”
DID THIS WITHOUT HELP FROM NICK:
Y SHOULDN'T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE?
mountainpenagain posted on Feb 18, 2009 | views: 37 | Tags: thanksgiving siege right on target
“Y SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”
(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE: 021809.951
Beginning Transmission:
I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowl hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the weeper will not stop popping on and yet all is has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods all I wanna do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTLPR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night back in 1993 at the Atlanta Braves ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity what is real, nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms beyond any possible human recognition is because, we believe whole heartedly and take a powerful Copperfield illusion totally seriously, that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact, nothing beyond our center of isness of being can B. This of course is simply because as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process, and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs 4 new Blogaud that will not most likely go back and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity and its teachings, there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative to what an inner self makes it until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summertime of 1974 while I was staying overnight sat a rooming house owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton place between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and is aware of itself and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, the Astral Plane, the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep finished and now the prompt keeps popping up again, Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked, it is round the clock with no let up, not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light and again it does not go on, I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time or whatever is really happening, just as I have existed forever and will, and KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart on the television show DARK SHADOWS. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying and have not yet died, and then die, and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up and the entire thing was just a dream, but then, I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down and even that is a dream away from the truth, or the great void, zero dimensional existence, something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money, nor any new material 2 copyright presently on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one and getting this foundation and its powerful truths back up 4 this blind ignorant planet and its residents 2C and know, at least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.
Long story short, the mail was always delivered here at this lovely 6-9 room place with rooms that all sort of go into each other with no hallways, just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now, but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE, asked me 2 call the post office and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still I reminded her I did not have the number 4 the post office even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan it is 2 call an information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found, a personal book of numbers and they had the local post office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA, they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, hold onto your stupid looking suspenders Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC and all other non MC’s, I called and spoke my peace, and here is hat the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince known as Hammonton, R going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of, the story I was given was that all mail on local roads will B taken first 2 the post office 2B counted and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the post office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from, Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.
Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, inset plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed, I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow until I go home and go 2 bed and then get up”, I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day when I was moving something and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny and messing with U, the only thing that saddens me now is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then of what and WHO I was dealing with after all it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Kallis, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over, I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom at your shit hole mansion at 175 Peninsula Drive in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York right in my presence when I was just a young lad of 17, ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R fucked up and that boost this scummy economy of yours, and uncles Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there, but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale where the DOIW had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere that leads far away, and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OHI have such gorgeous hair do I. Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines and her friends, and then 2 the Wolf clan that seems so fascinated by you’re her last name, Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow of December 18th of 2006!!!!! www.blogger.com/, http, drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house, or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of her great city and over the great wall into Dogtown, read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would make this shit up, BR?
GOOGLE AND SWIS AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blummmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Copyright Michael Wayne Mountainpen-2009, and blog registered on an official registry bloggers website.
E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in this or any other part of HS.
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anonymous said on Apr 02, 2009....
You shrunk a bit there dalmatian, but I saw you still speak the human lingo, wow, you are telling the truth, God is 16 or at least she watches the show.
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July 17, 2011
“THE CAT LOVES HIS DAUGHTER”
DID THIS WITHOUT HELP FROM NICK:
Y SHOULDN'T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE?
mountainpenagain posted on Feb 18, 2009 | views: 37 | Tags: thanksgiving siege right on target
“Y SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”
(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE: 021809.951
Beginning Transmission:
I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowl hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the weeper will not stop popping on and yet all is has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods all I wanna do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTLPR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night back in 1993 at the Atlanta Braves ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity what is real, nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms beyond any possible human recognition is because, we believe whole heartedly and take a powerful Copperfield illusion totally seriously, that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact, nothing beyond our center of isness of being can B. This of course is simply because as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process, and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs 4 new Blogaud that will not most likely go back and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity and its teachings, there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative to what an inner self makes it until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summertime of 1974 while I was staying overnight sat a rooming house owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton place between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and is aware of itself and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, the Astral Plane, the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep finished and now the prompt keeps popping up again, Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked, it is round the clock with no let up, not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light and again it does not go on, I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time or whatever is really happening, just as I have existed forever and will, and KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart on the television show DARK SHADOWS. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying and have not yet died, and then die, and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up and the entire thing was just a dream, but then, I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down and even that is a dream away from the truth, or the great void, zero dimensional existence, something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money, nor any new material 2 copyright presently on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one and getting this foundation and its powerful truths back up 4 this blind ignorant planet and its residents 2C and know, at least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.
Long story short, the mail was always delivered here at this lovely 6-9 room place with rooms that all sort of go into each other with no hallways, just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now, but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE, asked me 2 call the post office and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still I reminded her I did not have the number 4 the post office even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan it is 2 call an information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found, a personal book of numbers and they had the local post office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA, they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, hold onto your stupid looking suspenders Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC and all other non MC’s, I called and spoke my peace, and here is hat the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince known as Hammonton, R going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of, the story I was given was that all mail on local roads will B taken first 2 the post office 2B counted and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the post office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from, Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.
Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, inset plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed, I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow until I go home and go 2 bed and then get up”, I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day when I was moving something and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny and messing with U, the only thing that saddens me now is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then of what and WHO I was dealing with after all it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Kallis, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over, I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom at your shit hole mansion at 175 Peninsula Drive in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York right in my presence when I was just a young lad of 17, ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R fucked up and that boost this scummy economy of yours, and uncles Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there, but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale where the DOIW had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere that leads far away, and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OHI have such gorgeous hair do I. Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines and her friends, and then 2 the Wolf clan that seems so fascinated by you’re her last name, Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow of December 18th of 2006!!!!! www.blogger.com/, http, drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house, or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of her great city and over the great wall into Dogtown, read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would make this shit up, BR?
GOOGLE AND SWIS AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blummmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in this or any other part of HS.
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anonymous said on Apr 02, 2009....
You shrunk a bit there dalmatian, but I saw you still speak the human lingo, wow, you are telling the truth, God is 16 or at least she watches the show.
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