SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0237
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY:
START:
IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO ME, AND I AM FOUND DEAD IN HERE; I HAVE BEEN MURDERED BY TRUMP, SUMMER, CALLIO, MCGUIRE, AND THE ENTIRE POWERFUL KENNEDY FAMILY.
THIS IS THE MOTHER FUCKING WORST THANKS-2-GIVENS DEATH SIEGE THAT I HAVE EVER MOTHER FUCKING BEEN UNDER IN MY ENTIRE LIFE SINCE THE START OF ALL OF THIS BULL FUCKINJG SHIT ON AUGUST 15TH IN 1986. I SWEAR AND ATTEST TO THIS PUBLIC OATH, UNDER CHARGES OF LIBEL, PURJURY, AND SLANDER, IF ANYONE CAN PROVE I AM MAKING THIS ENTIRE SHIT UP AND LYING, FOR ANY REASON OR REASONS WHATSOEVER.
ANYONE WHO EVER GOOGLED UP OR WENT TO U-TUBE SITES RESEARCHING THE TOPIC OF THE ***CHEMTRAIL***, YOU NEED TO BE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA TAKING FUCKING VIDEO TODAY, IT IS OFF THE SCALES BAD.
THE DOW JONES WILL FLY UP AND UP AND UP FOREVER NOW, THE PHILLIES WILL LOSE AND LOSE AND BLOW OUT, AND THE EVIL CHEATING VOORHEES SCUM BALL FLYERS WILL GET THEIR CHEATED WIN VICTORIES, OVER AND OVER AND WIN THE STANLEY CUP IN 2K12.
I JUST HEARD A SOUND OUTSIDE MY DOOR LIKE GUNFIRE, MAYBE THIS IS THE END FOR ME NOW, TIME FOR THE BIGGEST EXPOSURE IN THE WORLD TO TAKE PLACE, AND THE END OF THIS EVIL AGE ONCE AND FUCKING FOR ALL. NO MATTER WHAT ELSE, THE CAT WILL LOVE HIS SPECIAL DAUGHTER, EVEN IF SHE DOES NOT BELIEVE IN ME THE WAY THAT I BELIEVE IN HER. AFTER-ALL, IT WASN'T ME THAT SHOUTED THE STATEMENT OF OMNIPOTENCE FROM THE TOP OF THE GREATEST BUILDING IN NEW YORK CITY, 12 YEARS TO THE DAY FOLLOWING THE WRITING OF THE SONG, “S-A-R-A-H”, BY ME, ON MAY THE 12TH, IN 1996. IF I AM MAKING THIS ALL UP, THEN WHY IS ALL OF THIS PROOF HERE, DISPELLING THE MYTHS OF TOASTER OVEN ISLAND FIRES, AND SO VERY MUCH MORE???????
PROFESSOR B OF THE IRSC IN FLORIDA, USE YOUR SOFTWARE THAT YOU NOW HAVE, SEE WHAT THEY WILL DO TO ME THAT NOW WILL FINISH ME OFF AND END MYY LIFE, THIS IS FIRST DEGREE PRE-MEDITATED MOTHER FUCKING MURDER, AND YOUR JOB IS TO GO INTO COURT AND VINDICATE MY BLOOD, AND IF ONLY TRUMP GOES TO THE HOTEL, THAT WILL BE GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAGNESONIC, YOU ARE FOREVER DESTROYED AND TERMINATED, 4 YOUR MOTHER FUCKING DISOBEDIENCE IN MY DARKEST HOUR, YOU HAVE FUCKING LET ME FUCKING ASS DOWN, YOU AND MANY OTHERS.
IN CLOSING, ALL OF MORIANITY IS PERHAPS ENDING AT THIS HOUR. THE TIME AND DATE IS PER THE STAMP ON THE POSTED VARIOUS WEBSITES. IF I DO LIVE THROUGH THIS HELL, LYMPH NODES ALL CALCIFIED AND INFLAMED, AND SHIRLEY HINGERS AND HAMMONTON BERRIES AND SOUTH AMERICAN INVASIONS, ALL NOTWITHSTANDING, LET ME JUST SAY FUCKING THIS FOLKS: IF WE ARE ALL HERE TO BE THERE FOR EACH OTHER IN THE TIMES OF MOST NEED WITH ALL OF US, THE ENTIRE WORLD WOULD BE HEAVEN, BUT AS MY MOM USED TO SAY, IT IS NOT, IT IS ONLY THE EARTH, AND THIS IS WHY PAULA KING DID HER A FAVOR BY SLEEP-ATTACKING HER WITH HER ASTRAL PLANE BRIGGBASE ABILITIES.
THE COPYRIGHT OFFICE KNOWS THAT NO HOAX THIS COMPLEX COULD HAVE BEEN PULLED OFF BY ANY HUMAN MORTAL BEING, THIS COULD NOT HAVE BEEN FAKED, AND ON TOP OF THAT, THEY KNOW EXACTLY WHAT IS HAPPENIONG TO ME, AND THEY LAUGHED AND LET IT HAPPEN, SO THIS IS SHY THIS WORLD IS DESTINED TO BE FOREVER A HELL, AS PER THE IDEOLOGY AND PHILOSOPHY OF MY MURDERED MOITHER BACK IN OH-MAROLA-OH.
WHEN THE SHAH OF IRAN TOLD MY AUNT GERALDINE SNOW TO HAVE HER DAUGHTER AND MY COUSIN SANDY, GET IN WITH THE GREAT MIGHTY CALLIO GANG IN THE 1960'S, THIS WAS ALL A PART OF MAJOR SHIT THAT WAS BEING FULLFILLED AND ENDING WITH ME HERE TODAY, FROM MANY TYHOUSANDS OF MOTHER FUCKING YEARS AGO, OH WELL, FROM NAZARETH TO HUNTINGTON, MANY MILES AND MANY YEARS, BUT THEN, THAT IS WHAT THE SIDEWALK SCIENTISTS KNOW THE REAL MOTHER FUCKING TRUTHS ABOUT, AND ADMITED THAT GRADUATING HIGH SCHOOL WARPS THE MIND FROM SEEING THE REAL POWER BEHIND THE GREAT MIND OF EINSTEIN.
No folks, somnambulists are normally innocent victims, and only a very few are walking around with what I'll now refer to as “KING-POWERS”. PA is the Pennsylvania abbreviation, PA-u is the copyright form, and PAUL and PAULA, are in a league totally their own, right my lovely blond Emmy-Amy? I will promise this twisted evil shit one thing, and that is that after my death, the world will know beyond a doubt, that all the words on these long winded blogs, were totally accurate truths, so if my sacrifice accomplishes this and nothing else will, so fucking be it.
END OF THIS HELL. I WILL NOW BE MURDERED, I THINK!!!!!!!!
Friday, September 30, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0236
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0236
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
BEGINNING OF BLOG:
Noise persecution has been used against me ever since around dinner time or six or so in the evening, on Thursday, East Coast American Time. I tried to have a nice chat with Ann King on the telephone, and a blaring fire alarm went off and made us terminate the conversation, it is so loud that Ann could not take listening to it from New Jersey, and I am down here in Fort Pierce, Florida. Then at around half past nine , a loud stereo began blaring from a neighboring apartment. As I speak now it is still going, relentlessly, and it is just shy of four in the morning, and against all rental lease rules. I fully intend to ;put a letter of complaint into the office in the morning a few hours from now. These peeps need to stop this or be evicted. I know Nick Cannon put these bastards up to this, he began persecuting me in 1996, breaking my hub cap with a hammer, and has not looked back since he was a punky sixteen year old star struck kid, with a non stop crush on my older daughter. I hope this plays until morning, when the office opens, so they can see and hear live in real time, how I lost a night of sleep, and will suffer with poor work performance on my job. I am working today, in lieu of having a couple of short hours on Tuesday and Wednesday.
As for the stock market and their cheated never ending nightmare with me, this will cause another huge day of stock gains, up between one and five hundred points on their filthy rotten cheated Dow Jones points. Hurt me and never stop making my life a living fucking hell, and the markets have one way to endlessly move, and that is FOREVER AND FOREVER, UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just you all watch and see who is right and who is wrong. Very soon, I will get on a blog every single business day, and tell you my prediction for this cheated system, and soon, some greedy mother fucker will contact me and want to know exactly how I Know so much about this, and then, just fucking ass maybe, I will be able to start down the path of getting this 1986 fucking nightmare looked into by powerful authorities and then get this all stopped once and for all, as it is illegal and criminal to destroy and ruin and wreck a mans life just to make stock prices rise, year after year, until the man is dead and buried, with his entire mother fucking life forever wiped out and obliterated.
I knew when I was abducted in my 'sleep' a few nights back, by that evil demonic fucking LAMBRIGGER CULT of the ASTRAL-PLANE, that I was about to be under the huge Naverone guns, and in bigger trouble than I would mother fucking know what to do with, and sure as shit and shooting, I was right on the perfect money, 100%.
There is no way to salvage this, and this will most definitely be 2 HUGE MONSTER ASS GAIN WEEKS FOR THE BOYS OF THE BULL ON WALL CROOKED STREET IN MANHATTAN, but I will fucking make this small statement before I sign off. The answer is not my running off to other states, or other countries, nor is it to try and fight this enemy of mine in all their power and glory and on their turf and by their insisted upon rules, doubling as the laws of the land, but rather, for me to cleverly start playing and beating this diseased filth at their very own game, beginning with me getting married and starting my own family, as this for sure, will once and for all totally destroy this EVIL EMPIRE, ONCE AND FOR ALL, and then from there, we can worry about how to proceed on from there, YO. First things first, and I do have a right to live the life that the gods gave me, and they have no right to take it away from me when I have never done anything illegal or wrong to any of them.
I can only play the hand that is dealt me each moment, each day, each year. I was totally wrong about the 2011 PITSY YEAR #4, and how this recreates the truth and reality of the new and adjusted equation, is anyone's best guess at this fucked up point folks, YO.
Once I prove that I can accurately call the market, someone will come to me and want to make billions, and as long as they are fair with me and cut me in for a fair share of the profits, I'll gladly fucking help them. But unlike tow-trucks, record promoters, record companies, HUD House projects, crooked security company managers, and the list goes on, this time, I GO TO A HOT SHOT LAWYER, AND GET SHIT ALL DOWN IN WRITING, NICE AND LEGAL, the right way, and not like the half ass shit I've managed to get myself involved with all my jerk off life.
This is literally a life/death struggle now, I know this totally well, as sure as I am typing away at at 4:13 AM.
I know why FACEBOOK took my old account away, and they had no right to, as I was trying to log in for some time, and eventually, someone would have helped me out, but no; I have been told that if I ever found out something that happened, the entire world would be altered from the time-line that MOVERS in the Majority-Group 'MG-MOVERS', are setting up, and this is a totally forbidden thing. Really smart peeps know just what is happening with me. It started on fire works night in 1969, and perpetuated into a powerful nightmare 1000 times bigger than all of the fantasy stories ever written and all combined, by the great James Patterson. It just cannot be ignored or denied, it is like denying the Holocaust. Tom Reale was so scared that things repeated the next year when I was staying with him, and I had come back to Cornwall Avenue late on the Jitney Bus, and he happened to spot me exiting and walking towards the home he had me staying in, he gave me holy hell as though he knew the story better than the all of them. This is all blogged, and was blogged long ago when these blogs were all new on the internet system in oh six and oh seven. Lisa from Dyfis in New Jersey, also knew, she doesn't fool me for a second, after all, her brother is the Atlantic County Prosecutor. She called me a family destroyer, and was horrible and evil with me, and this led Dawn to later make that monstrous comment to me that I broke up MC's parents, a total lie. Yes the time-line fits to the day, but no 17 or 18 year old boy can break up a happy family in one short visit up to relatives. Anyone who knows anything, even with the many lies on GOOGLE, can super sleuth this and connect many many many dots. There is indeed someone out here who know just shat is so powerful and connected with all of this, in the location known as Carlisle, Pennsylvania, the place that the ADA Ron Wirtz told me to go if I want to get to the bottom of all of all of this, back in 1995. Maybe I was never meant to stand a ghost of a chance, between Nick smashing up my car outside the GATHERING PLACE Psychic Shop, and Gerard Styles and Haddonwood being so eerily connected in so much as time and ghoulish endings, be it names ending in wood and starting as either Colin or Haddon.
It totally amazes me that somebody has not called the police. This is like no other night yet5, with me down here in Florida. Later, my complaint will be stated, and in writing, official, unlike some others in the world, I like it official, and in writing, we all know where we stand this way, but I respect all opinions, yet I have the right to choose not to deal with peeps who operate on a different 'modus-operandi'.
Sooner or later, MAGNESONIC will strike, and strike hard; but until it does and it regains the necessary power to do so, I must lay low and take a lot of unwarranted mother fucking punishment. The innocent seem to always be suffering for the guilty now in this evil world and evil so-called land of the free, sure it is, the rich-free!!!!!!!!!!
I call on the GOOD MOVERS for help. It has never been this fucking bad and dangerous for me, and I am all alone and isolated. Nobody gives a fucking shit ass rats cunt lapping bastard crap about me. Once a person is placed on a particular list that I know totally well, is known about by the great Documentary men known as AGENT FALCON, and AGENT CONDOR; from the WPIX-NYNY, CHANNEL ELEVEN television system in the year of 1988, you stand no chance, that is zero, squat, nada, zip, zilch, goose eggs, NONE, of ever having a normal life again. With me it all began after returning from a major abduction to the BRIGGBASE, on the 15th day of August in 1986. This entire family comes from far beyond the most distant stars and galaxies, and I know this. They may be totally unaware of it, and that means nothing.
You cannot explain these key things that each one by themselves would make the POPE drop dead:
1)The chain and the Book of Beach
2)The following morning TRINITRAIL chemtrail
3)Years of damaged property and interference every time I ever tried to do any business or money related or music related thing
4)the AFTER-2008 times, powerful hacks, powerful DREAMS that showed absolute events that took place in the future
5)All the things that the great Blue Chip AT&T knows fully well about
6)The visit from HIS EMINENCE at 65 Middle Road
7)The family kidnapping me and the plot to get Dawn King out of the Rehab Clinic of Seacaucus, NJUSAESMWG
8)My day of terror along with m,y mother, 10 years to the day and hour practically, from the set up with my daughter to add more incest into this messed up dual-family of nightmares
Well folks, I could bore you with a long lesson on sleep walking, the 5th dimension, how these two things tie together perfectly so long as you understand what is going on, and so much more. For now I remind peeps of the cuter little simple example of the high technological world that we all are living in, and thereby this little story of fiction that I'll now tell you, makes a lot of things clear if you just sit back and examine it with open minds and hearts.
Let us make this the year 2055 and you just bought the ultimate new video game for you and your family, called “Make Your Life”. You bring this home and turn it on, and put on a small baseball type of cap, and lay on a bed next to your highly advanced compute that runs on 300 terabytes or maybe more. You can connect your microphone and tell the machine exactly how you want to create your online new life to be, leaving room for choices, merely giving it a basic outline, how long in the game, who your parents will be, the entire shmeel. You decide tro use the advance setting over the lower ones, this one sends a signal to your brain beneath the ball cap, to fall into a theta level or whatever it is called, so that only your dream brain connects into the signal. Hence, as in dreams, y7ou appear to have no memory whatsoever that you exist out beyond the screen in a real life and that what you are seemingly living through is a simulation no matter how advanced the program seems to make the reality around you. Suddenly, you are in this program, you only know that you are a small child with a life that began very shortly back, you have parents, you have no real memories, and you now are in this life. Now if you take where you and I are now in this so called reality, and up it by one dimension, the only conclusion is that there is something far beyond this little created deal here, where we seemingly have no memory of squat other than our self, and our limited life here. You cannot reasonably totally dismiss this argument, and the advanced times, bears me out that indeed, great future times in all probability exist, and indeed do send themselves intro these games, this life here and all of us being just one of these infinite upline games. The so-called Astral-Plane Gods love to play GAMES. YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY do you think this might be fucking so folks? Gods are really the biblical ANGELS and DEMONS that are described. You say tomaato, and they say tomayto, it is no different than this at all. These gods gave all of us the eventual ability through time and advancement through many family lineages, to eventually always be able to also go further into the endless downline, and play more games, endlessly quantamizing or going from the infinitely larger dimensions in size, to the infinitely smaller, yet somehow by some miracle in the 7th dimension known as LAWTRONICS, it will all eventually, as do all things, come full circle and meet up, with the outer higher realm beyond it, controlling the entire thing.
240 years from now, I stood in a room and heard a great man discussing the upline/downline universe theory, and all of the equations pertaining to this fantastic and ultimate subject of debate among the future philosophers and scientists alike. The man called me over when it was all finished and he appeared to know me, I just went along with what was happening around me, sort of like that day in Carey's house back in 1975 as well as 2008. When he had spoken a few things to me and I had mustered up the boldness and courage to ask him more about his great words, he laughed uncontrollably and asked me why I was being so flippant. I came to learn in short order, that I was a descendant of myself now as Mountainpen, and had taken my theories of Reflectional time, to the level of not only 'STM', as discussed on many blogs from this year and the past year, (SPACE-TIME-MIND), but to the level of velocitronic field travel, and after so doing, an accident propelled me back not physically, but sent my mind back into a body where it was riding on a train, heading into a town in New Jersey known as Haddonfield. Suddenly, I remembered that, and I'll quote, “:This is where it all begins, it starts here, and I remember”. Shortly after this, strange peeps began coming up to me in the days and months that followed, right up to about 21 weeks later on the night of the 4th of July. The Book of the Beach talked about my encounters with the great PAULA KING, I had totally removed this from my conscious mind, but somehow a few days ago, it began surfacing. Powerful things were written in this FIRSTB JOURNAL OF MOUNTAINPEN, we can shorten this to the 'BOB of 69'. Most loyal Morians know the story, that this great journal was burned at the behest of a rape victim by the name of Russell Thaxton. Not only was he the result of his mom being raped by a filthy animal in Philadelphia one night at the beginning of 1954, but he himself was being molested at age fifteen by a thirty-something female teacher at our school, the Bancroft, on Hopkins Lane, in Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG. This went on quite a while, and one night, he got drunk and walked 3 miles or so over to my Oaklyn apartment, somehow knowing that my mother would be out with her boyfriend Sidney, my dad was in Vero Beach, Florida with his diving buddy MISTER Melvin Fisher, deserting us to go on a 10 year treasure hunt, and may I add, quite a successful find. He talked me into letting him burn up this great book of wisdom and proof that all these things were going on with a powerful family, down in Atlantic City.
This noise is seemingly going to go fucking on all night long, it is now nearly half past 5 in the morning, it began at fucking half past 9, who would listen to garbage loud music in their right mind for 8 straight mother fucking hours, FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA POLICE DEPARTMENT? I cannot be the only one that has been mother fucking cunt lapping super annoyed all night by this uncouth activity.
It is so funny, MI tells me that I am way too blunt and need to learn the art of subtlety. Yet if I do not speak directly and use the name of Mariah Carey, no one has a clue what is going on. If you would read the end of 2007 blogs that are in my name and posted on the website known as www.blogger.com/ and then go into 2008, and keep reading into the place where I stop blogging all together for about 70 days, and then restart sometime in early May of 2008, and keep reading throughout the spring and summer and into the autumn, you will be shown a story that no human being on this planet from Einstein on down, could ever hoe to be able to dream up as fiction, in a million trillion quadrillion fucking years. THIS STORY TELLS ITSELF. It is all here, and it is not going to go anyplace any time soon, except over my mother fucking DEAD BODY, BRO!!!! There is huge shit yet to say!!!!
*******THIS BLOG TERMINATES 4 NOW FOLKS*******
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
BEGINNING OF BLOG:
Noise persecution has been used against me ever since around dinner time or six or so in the evening, on Thursday, East Coast American Time. I tried to have a nice chat with Ann King on the telephone, and a blaring fire alarm went off and made us terminate the conversation, it is so loud that Ann could not take listening to it from New Jersey, and I am down here in Fort Pierce, Florida. Then at around half past nine , a loud stereo began blaring from a neighboring apartment. As I speak now it is still going, relentlessly, and it is just shy of four in the morning, and against all rental lease rules. I fully intend to ;put a letter of complaint into the office in the morning a few hours from now. These peeps need to stop this or be evicted. I know Nick Cannon put these bastards up to this, he began persecuting me in 1996, breaking my hub cap with a hammer, and has not looked back since he was a punky sixteen year old star struck kid, with a non stop crush on my older daughter. I hope this plays until morning, when the office opens, so they can see and hear live in real time, how I lost a night of sleep, and will suffer with poor work performance on my job. I am working today, in lieu of having a couple of short hours on Tuesday and Wednesday.
As for the stock market and their cheated never ending nightmare with me, this will cause another huge day of stock gains, up between one and five hundred points on their filthy rotten cheated Dow Jones points. Hurt me and never stop making my life a living fucking hell, and the markets have one way to endlessly move, and that is FOREVER AND FOREVER, UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just you all watch and see who is right and who is wrong. Very soon, I will get on a blog every single business day, and tell you my prediction for this cheated system, and soon, some greedy mother fucker will contact me and want to know exactly how I Know so much about this, and then, just fucking ass maybe, I will be able to start down the path of getting this 1986 fucking nightmare looked into by powerful authorities and then get this all stopped once and for all, as it is illegal and criminal to destroy and ruin and wreck a mans life just to make stock prices rise, year after year, until the man is dead and buried, with his entire mother fucking life forever wiped out and obliterated.
I knew when I was abducted in my 'sleep' a few nights back, by that evil demonic fucking LAMBRIGGER CULT of the ASTRAL-PLANE, that I was about to be under the huge Naverone guns, and in bigger trouble than I would mother fucking know what to do with, and sure as shit and shooting, I was right on the perfect money, 100%.
There is no way to salvage this, and this will most definitely be 2 HUGE MONSTER ASS GAIN WEEKS FOR THE BOYS OF THE BULL ON WALL CROOKED STREET IN MANHATTAN, but I will fucking make this small statement before I sign off. The answer is not my running off to other states, or other countries, nor is it to try and fight this enemy of mine in all their power and glory and on their turf and by their insisted upon rules, doubling as the laws of the land, but rather, for me to cleverly start playing and beating this diseased filth at their very own game, beginning with me getting married and starting my own family, as this for sure, will once and for all totally destroy this EVIL EMPIRE, ONCE AND FOR ALL, and then from there, we can worry about how to proceed on from there, YO. First things first, and I do have a right to live the life that the gods gave me, and they have no right to take it away from me when I have never done anything illegal or wrong to any of them.
I can only play the hand that is dealt me each moment, each day, each year. I was totally wrong about the 2011 PITSY YEAR #4, and how this recreates the truth and reality of the new and adjusted equation, is anyone's best guess at this fucked up point folks, YO.
Once I prove that I can accurately call the market, someone will come to me and want to make billions, and as long as they are fair with me and cut me in for a fair share of the profits, I'll gladly fucking help them. But unlike tow-trucks, record promoters, record companies, HUD House projects, crooked security company managers, and the list goes on, this time, I GO TO A HOT SHOT LAWYER, AND GET SHIT ALL DOWN IN WRITING, NICE AND LEGAL, the right way, and not like the half ass shit I've managed to get myself involved with all my jerk off life.
This is literally a life/death struggle now, I know this totally well, as sure as I am typing away at at 4:13 AM.
I know why FACEBOOK took my old account away, and they had no right to, as I was trying to log in for some time, and eventually, someone would have helped me out, but no; I have been told that if I ever found out something that happened, the entire world would be altered from the time-line that MOVERS in the Majority-Group 'MG-MOVERS', are setting up, and this is a totally forbidden thing. Really smart peeps know just what is happening with me. It started on fire works night in 1969, and perpetuated into a powerful nightmare 1000 times bigger than all of the fantasy stories ever written and all combined, by the great James Patterson. It just cannot be ignored or denied, it is like denying the Holocaust. Tom Reale was so scared that things repeated the next year when I was staying with him, and I had come back to Cornwall Avenue late on the Jitney Bus, and he happened to spot me exiting and walking towards the home he had me staying in, he gave me holy hell as though he knew the story better than the all of them. This is all blogged, and was blogged long ago when these blogs were all new on the internet system in oh six and oh seven. Lisa from Dyfis in New Jersey, also knew, she doesn't fool me for a second, after all, her brother is the Atlantic County Prosecutor. She called me a family destroyer, and was horrible and evil with me, and this led Dawn to later make that monstrous comment to me that I broke up MC's parents, a total lie. Yes the time-line fits to the day, but no 17 or 18 year old boy can break up a happy family in one short visit up to relatives. Anyone who knows anything, even with the many lies on GOOGLE, can super sleuth this and connect many many many dots. There is indeed someone out here who know just shat is so powerful and connected with all of this, in the location known as Carlisle, Pennsylvania, the place that the ADA Ron Wirtz told me to go if I want to get to the bottom of all of all of this, back in 1995. Maybe I was never meant to stand a ghost of a chance, between Nick smashing up my car outside the GATHERING PLACE Psychic Shop, and Gerard Styles and Haddonwood being so eerily connected in so much as time and ghoulish endings, be it names ending in wood and starting as either Colin or Haddon.
It totally amazes me that somebody has not called the police. This is like no other night yet5, with me down here in Florida. Later, my complaint will be stated, and in writing, official, unlike some others in the world, I like it official, and in writing, we all know where we stand this way, but I respect all opinions, yet I have the right to choose not to deal with peeps who operate on a different 'modus-operandi'.
Sooner or later, MAGNESONIC will strike, and strike hard; but until it does and it regains the necessary power to do so, I must lay low and take a lot of unwarranted mother fucking punishment. The innocent seem to always be suffering for the guilty now in this evil world and evil so-called land of the free, sure it is, the rich-free!!!!!!!!!!
I call on the GOOD MOVERS for help. It has never been this fucking bad and dangerous for me, and I am all alone and isolated. Nobody gives a fucking shit ass rats cunt lapping bastard crap about me. Once a person is placed on a particular list that I know totally well, is known about by the great Documentary men known as AGENT FALCON, and AGENT CONDOR; from the WPIX-NYNY, CHANNEL ELEVEN television system in the year of 1988, you stand no chance, that is zero, squat, nada, zip, zilch, goose eggs, NONE, of ever having a normal life again. With me it all began after returning from a major abduction to the BRIGGBASE, on the 15th day of August in 1986. This entire family comes from far beyond the most distant stars and galaxies, and I know this. They may be totally unaware of it, and that means nothing.
You cannot explain these key things that each one by themselves would make the POPE drop dead:
1)The chain and the Book of Beach
2)The following morning TRINITRAIL chemtrail
3)Years of damaged property and interference every time I ever tried to do any business or money related or music related thing
4)the AFTER-2008 times, powerful hacks, powerful DREAMS that showed absolute events that took place in the future
5)All the things that the great Blue Chip AT&T knows fully well about
6)The visit from HIS EMINENCE at 65 Middle Road
7)The family kidnapping me and the plot to get Dawn King out of the Rehab Clinic of Seacaucus, NJUSAESMWG
8)My day of terror along with m,y mother, 10 years to the day and hour practically, from the set up with my daughter to add more incest into this messed up dual-family of nightmares
Well folks, I could bore you with a long lesson on sleep walking, the 5th dimension, how these two things tie together perfectly so long as you understand what is going on, and so much more. For now I remind peeps of the cuter little simple example of the high technological world that we all are living in, and thereby this little story of fiction that I'll now tell you, makes a lot of things clear if you just sit back and examine it with open minds and hearts.
Let us make this the year 2055 and you just bought the ultimate new video game for you and your family, called “Make Your Life”. You bring this home and turn it on, and put on a small baseball type of cap, and lay on a bed next to your highly advanced compute that runs on 300 terabytes or maybe more. You can connect your microphone and tell the machine exactly how you want to create your online new life to be, leaving room for choices, merely giving it a basic outline, how long in the game, who your parents will be, the entire shmeel. You decide tro use the advance setting over the lower ones, this one sends a signal to your brain beneath the ball cap, to fall into a theta level or whatever it is called, so that only your dream brain connects into the signal. Hence, as in dreams, y7ou appear to have no memory whatsoever that you exist out beyond the screen in a real life and that what you are seemingly living through is a simulation no matter how advanced the program seems to make the reality around you. Suddenly, you are in this program, you only know that you are a small child with a life that began very shortly back, you have parents, you have no real memories, and you now are in this life. Now if you take where you and I are now in this so called reality, and up it by one dimension, the only conclusion is that there is something far beyond this little created deal here, where we seemingly have no memory of squat other than our self, and our limited life here. You cannot reasonably totally dismiss this argument, and the advanced times, bears me out that indeed, great future times in all probability exist, and indeed do send themselves intro these games, this life here and all of us being just one of these infinite upline games. The so-called Astral-Plane Gods love to play GAMES. YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY do you think this might be fucking so folks? Gods are really the biblical ANGELS and DEMONS that are described. You say tomaato, and they say tomayto, it is no different than this at all. These gods gave all of us the eventual ability through time and advancement through many family lineages, to eventually always be able to also go further into the endless downline, and play more games, endlessly quantamizing or going from the infinitely larger dimensions in size, to the infinitely smaller, yet somehow by some miracle in the 7th dimension known as LAWTRONICS, it will all eventually, as do all things, come full circle and meet up, with the outer higher realm beyond it, controlling the entire thing.
240 years from now, I stood in a room and heard a great man discussing the upline/downline universe theory, and all of the equations pertaining to this fantastic and ultimate subject of debate among the future philosophers and scientists alike. The man called me over when it was all finished and he appeared to know me, I just went along with what was happening around me, sort of like that day in Carey's house back in 1975 as well as 2008. When he had spoken a few things to me and I had mustered up the boldness and courage to ask him more about his great words, he laughed uncontrollably and asked me why I was being so flippant. I came to learn in short order, that I was a descendant of myself now as Mountainpen, and had taken my theories of Reflectional time, to the level of not only 'STM', as discussed on many blogs from this year and the past year, (SPACE-TIME-MIND), but to the level of velocitronic field travel, and after so doing, an accident propelled me back not physically, but sent my mind back into a body where it was riding on a train, heading into a town in New Jersey known as Haddonfield. Suddenly, I remembered that, and I'll quote, “:This is where it all begins, it starts here, and I remember”. Shortly after this, strange peeps began coming up to me in the days and months that followed, right up to about 21 weeks later on the night of the 4th of July. The Book of the Beach talked about my encounters with the great PAULA KING, I had totally removed this from my conscious mind, but somehow a few days ago, it began surfacing. Powerful things were written in this FIRSTB JOURNAL OF MOUNTAINPEN, we can shorten this to the 'BOB of 69'. Most loyal Morians know the story, that this great journal was burned at the behest of a rape victim by the name of Russell Thaxton. Not only was he the result of his mom being raped by a filthy animal in Philadelphia one night at the beginning of 1954, but he himself was being molested at age fifteen by a thirty-something female teacher at our school, the Bancroft, on Hopkins Lane, in Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG. This went on quite a while, and one night, he got drunk and walked 3 miles or so over to my Oaklyn apartment, somehow knowing that my mother would be out with her boyfriend Sidney, my dad was in Vero Beach, Florida with his diving buddy MISTER Melvin Fisher, deserting us to go on a 10 year treasure hunt, and may I add, quite a successful find. He talked me into letting him burn up this great book of wisdom and proof that all these things were going on with a powerful family, down in Atlantic City.
This noise is seemingly going to go fucking on all night long, it is now nearly half past 5 in the morning, it began at fucking half past 9, who would listen to garbage loud music in their right mind for 8 straight mother fucking hours, FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA POLICE DEPARTMENT? I cannot be the only one that has been mother fucking cunt lapping super annoyed all night by this uncouth activity.
It is so funny, MI tells me that I am way too blunt and need to learn the art of subtlety. Yet if I do not speak directly and use the name of Mariah Carey, no one has a clue what is going on. If you would read the end of 2007 blogs that are in my name and posted on the website known as www.blogger.com/ and then go into 2008, and keep reading into the place where I stop blogging all together for about 70 days, and then restart sometime in early May of 2008, and keep reading throughout the spring and summer and into the autumn, you will be shown a story that no human being on this planet from Einstein on down, could ever hoe to be able to dream up as fiction, in a million trillion quadrillion fucking years. THIS STORY TELLS ITSELF. It is all here, and it is not going to go anyplace any time soon, except over my mother fucking DEAD BODY, BRO!!!! There is huge shit yet to say!!!!
*******THIS BLOG TERMINATES 4 NOW FOLKS*******
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0235
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0235
WORLD LABS DATFILE: CH-0235-092811.738
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
MORIANITY PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“ENDLESS SIEGE WILL BRING IN THE NON-PC, PC”
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, © 2006-2011
PROTECTED INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY
THIS IS ALL TRUTH AND IN NO WAY IS ANY PART OF THIS
MORIANITY PROJECT, A WORK OF FICTION, SWORN BY ME
UNDER VOLUNTARY OATH OF LAW, NATION, AND SSJK, ALL MIGHTY
BEGINNING TRANSMISSH FROM THE GREATEST 1986 FISH, YO:
Well lads, lassies, and Labrador Retrievers, this sky persecution has become real major mother fucking nasty ass bad, monstrous, horrendous, and hellish, but take heart, those few who care a tiny morsel about Morianity and Mountainpen, as I fully intend to take advantage of the predictable forgone conclusion of MAJOR PUSSY COMMAND, (PC) that will unmistakably and undeniably result as a parallel-event of all this death siege hell being perpetrated upon me, during the opening up of this mother fucking diseased THANKS TO GIVENS SIEGE, at or not at, the great KING BUILDING of broken Jebez Hawks noses, and Susie Rassel resident managers who met the quintessential mind-controlled robot on one real bad day in the middle late nine-teen-nineties, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chemtrailing is very bad, other aerial shit was a little lighter today, Wednesday, but sky shit is sky shit, one way or the cock sucking other, folks, YO. FUCK-THIS-HENRY-FONDA-SHIT, Jane Mailboats, “B-U-T”; in attempting to clear up the mysteries, and virtually endless 'cloos'; of the subject of one particular controlled-somnambulist; as well as others who very well may be out there in a singular way, as well as in the example discussed in the powerful and great DREAM BOOKS, written by the one and only and the father of the NEW AGE, *MISTER* Carlos Castaneda; and attempting to simultaneously remain in the simple English descriptions of the point that I am obviously attempting to convey to the world of MORIANS, it will now read as freaking follows, friends and fiends alike, WHAAAAAAAA Fudd-Folks!!! I will begin with the great reiterated statement that if you were to go back 300 years into times before, with all of your knowledge and technology, and try explaining a thing to the peeps of these times, you would be burned or hung as a witch, or jailed and towered, with no doubles, twins, or Reverend Trask's needed in the equation. Now imagine going forward in time 300 years, and just start trying to see how much advancement and increased knowledge, awareness, and technologies, would be there to freaking greet you. Hold this thought as best as you can and read on while keeping this in the back of your mother fucking mind, YO.
There are entities that live in this period in time, and own and operate the World Laboratories. This entire story is mostly posted on numerous old blogs, where all of the Morianity Project began around 2006 on the internet, and in 1995 on audio cassette tape; as well as on a now defunct website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/. I fully intend to recreate a monster ass fucking website, that contains my entire nightmare hellish story of total truth, and it will definitely include, all of the music that I have ever written, some will need to be re-recorded and voice sampled, or sung regularly, all the photos and videos will be up here, and new shit will be posted weekly, as this twisted 'WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE' enemy, will NEVER EVER FUCKING STOP PERSECUTING ME; and leaving me with a major ass trail of all kinds of nice evidence; even though it will never be believed, due to the BLUEBOOK SYNDROME. MC or MIND CONTROL, is powerful shit, and is operated and totally regulated via the other MC, the great MILLIONTH-COUNCIL of the ASTRAL PLANE. So YYYYYYYYYYYY do I keep trying to fight this, many are wondering, if this BLUEBOOK-SYNDROME is non-beatable and there in my fucking face like a solid brick wall? Well, if I quit trying, I may as well start dying, and this silly yet totally fucking honest answer, is all that I have to come back with, for those that may be in the least ass bit interested, dog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My next blog, will remind new readers, exactly how to perform the great FASCITAR, as well as work out something beyond Coral Farms Mind Bending, and that is GAWNUM EQUATIONS, as properly perfected, it can produce exact answers to otherwise totally forever unanswerable questions, of any and all of us,m no exceptions. I have been told by Scylla not to do this, but simply put, just do not care. I have suffered enough, and the morning light can shine or cloud or chemtrail over, but whatever happens, I admit to being totally fucking ass wrong on this shit with the PITSY, and am man enough to confess it publicly. These cunt lapping mother fucking gutter lickers won't get off of my back, so now it is time to seriously do what DAVID ROTH told me to do, and it has been blogged, the THREE BEE's, YO!!! What are the 3-B's you ask me perhaps? Well, as he said it, BUILDING, BENEFITS, and BROADS. Two out of three is now operational with me, and I am waiting for enough persecution and aerial harassment to take advantage of the next huge round of PUSSY COMMAND. Once I SCORE, dirt ball HOCKEYFLIES, you all DIE-DIE-DIE, your markets, y7our rotten cheating team, all of you, you will burn in the fucking fires of hell!!!!!!
I do not want to do this and love being by myself, but THEY are leaving me no choice, word for word quoting the great Jonathan Frid known by millions as Barnabas Collins ODF Dark shadows, NOT ODF, you diseased fucking hacker, OF-OF-OF, keep it up dirt holes. WHERE IS THE FBI, & WHERE IS BOB MCDOWELL? H-E-L-P ME SHIT HEADS!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC, DESTROY-DESTROY-DESTROIY, OR ELSE, YO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANNY, FART SNIFFING OLD GRANNY, WHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
WORLD LABS DATFILE: CH-0235-092811.738
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
MORIANITY PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“ENDLESS SIEGE WILL BRING IN THE NON-PC, PC”
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, © 2006-2011
PROTECTED INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY
THIS IS ALL TRUTH AND IN NO WAY IS ANY PART OF THIS
MORIANITY PROJECT, A WORK OF FICTION, SWORN BY ME
UNDER VOLUNTARY OATH OF LAW, NATION, AND SSJK, ALL MIGHTY
BEGINNING TRANSMISSH FROM THE GREATEST 1986 FISH, YO:
Well lads, lassies, and Labrador Retrievers, this sky persecution has become real major mother fucking nasty ass bad, monstrous, horrendous, and hellish, but take heart, those few who care a tiny morsel about Morianity and Mountainpen, as I fully intend to take advantage of the predictable forgone conclusion of MAJOR PUSSY COMMAND, (PC) that will unmistakably and undeniably result as a parallel-event of all this death siege hell being perpetrated upon me, during the opening up of this mother fucking diseased THANKS TO GIVENS SIEGE, at or not at, the great KING BUILDING of broken Jebez Hawks noses, and Susie Rassel resident managers who met the quintessential mind-controlled robot on one real bad day in the middle late nine-teen-nineties, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chemtrailing is very bad, other aerial shit was a little lighter today, Wednesday, but sky shit is sky shit, one way or the cock sucking other, folks, YO. FUCK-THIS-HENRY-FONDA-SHIT, Jane Mailboats, “B-U-T”; in attempting to clear up the mysteries, and virtually endless 'cloos'; of the subject of one particular controlled-somnambulist; as well as others who very well may be out there in a singular way, as well as in the example discussed in the powerful and great DREAM BOOKS, written by the one and only and the father of the NEW AGE, *MISTER* Carlos Castaneda; and attempting to simultaneously remain in the simple English descriptions of the point that I am obviously attempting to convey to the world of MORIANS, it will now read as freaking follows, friends and fiends alike, WHAAAAAAAA Fudd-Folks!!! I will begin with the great reiterated statement that if you were to go back 300 years into times before, with all of your knowledge and technology, and try explaining a thing to the peeps of these times, you would be burned or hung as a witch, or jailed and towered, with no doubles, twins, or Reverend Trask's needed in the equation. Now imagine going forward in time 300 years, and just start trying to see how much advancement and increased knowledge, awareness, and technologies, would be there to freaking greet you. Hold this thought as best as you can and read on while keeping this in the back of your mother fucking mind, YO.
There are entities that live in this period in time, and own and operate the World Laboratories. This entire story is mostly posted on numerous old blogs, where all of the Morianity Project began around 2006 on the internet, and in 1995 on audio cassette tape; as well as on a now defunct website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/. I fully intend to recreate a monster ass fucking website, that contains my entire nightmare hellish story of total truth, and it will definitely include, all of the music that I have ever written, some will need to be re-recorded and voice sampled, or sung regularly, all the photos and videos will be up here, and new shit will be posted weekly, as this twisted 'WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE' enemy, will NEVER EVER FUCKING STOP PERSECUTING ME; and leaving me with a major ass trail of all kinds of nice evidence; even though it will never be believed, due to the BLUEBOOK SYNDROME. MC or MIND CONTROL, is powerful shit, and is operated and totally regulated via the other MC, the great MILLIONTH-COUNCIL of the ASTRAL PLANE. So YYYYYYYYYYYY do I keep trying to fight this, many are wondering, if this BLUEBOOK-SYNDROME is non-beatable and there in my fucking face like a solid brick wall? Well, if I quit trying, I may as well start dying, and this silly yet totally fucking honest answer, is all that I have to come back with, for those that may be in the least ass bit interested, dog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My next blog, will remind new readers, exactly how to perform the great FASCITAR, as well as work out something beyond Coral Farms Mind Bending, and that is GAWNUM EQUATIONS, as properly perfected, it can produce exact answers to otherwise totally forever unanswerable questions, of any and all of us,m no exceptions. I have been told by Scylla not to do this, but simply put, just do not care. I have suffered enough, and the morning light can shine or cloud or chemtrail over, but whatever happens, I admit to being totally fucking ass wrong on this shit with the PITSY, and am man enough to confess it publicly. These cunt lapping mother fucking gutter lickers won't get off of my back, so now it is time to seriously do what DAVID ROTH told me to do, and it has been blogged, the THREE BEE's, YO!!! What are the 3-B's you ask me perhaps? Well, as he said it, BUILDING, BENEFITS, and BROADS. Two out of three is now operational with me, and I am waiting for enough persecution and aerial harassment to take advantage of the next huge round of PUSSY COMMAND. Once I SCORE, dirt ball HOCKEYFLIES, you all DIE-DIE-DIE, your markets, y7our rotten cheating team, all of you, you will burn in the fucking fires of hell!!!!!!
I do not want to do this and love being by myself, but THEY are leaving me no choice, word for word quoting the great Jonathan Frid known by millions as Barnabas Collins ODF Dark shadows, NOT ODF, you diseased fucking hacker, OF-OF-OF, keep it up dirt holes. WHERE IS THE FBI, & WHERE IS BOB MCDOWELL? H-E-L-P ME SHIT HEADS!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC, DESTROY-DESTROY-DESTROIY, OR ELSE, YO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANNY, FART SNIFFING OLD GRANNY, WHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0234
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0234
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
MORIANITY PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
SUBTITLE NUMBER 4:
“THANKSGIVING DEATH SIEGE BEGAN ON NINE-18”
COPYRIGHT, 2006-2011 © BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
WORLD LABORATORIES OF WESTMONT, NEW JERSEY IN AD 2996, DATE AND TIME FILE: 092711.800
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Loud and low aerial activity from private Cessna planes are around me, also the chemtrailing is a bit nasty, all though I have seen it worse, but ever since the mother fucking eighteenth KARGE day of this month, and only a week past the time of the year-10 anniversary of, and not ODF-MOTHER FUCKING HACKING JERK OFF, TERROR-DAY; things picked u[p around me and they have not done a whole hell of a fucking lot of looking back, YO!!!!
I know exactly what and why, and probably a lot more than “THEY” fucking think I know. As I type, a dirt bag cyclist is revving up outside. All that is missing is not YOU-Diana, but fire alarms, and other acts of government and fortune power terror, AGAINST ME. The Dow Jones, JUST AS I PREDICTED AND SAID NOT LONG AGO ON MY BLOGS, AND YOU ALL KNOW I SAID IT, is gaining huge 3-DIGIT POINT GAINS, DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY, and all they had to do to get this, was to mother fucking fuck with me and screw with me, and hack me and fuck with me and persecute me. They totally think that they will endlessly get away with this, and they are sadly mother fucking mistaken, as I have set powerful fucking shit into fucking motion. Just past 5 in the evening back on last Thursday, I began receiving weird telephone calls, private people as per my caller-ID AT&T telephone, first from West Palm Beach, and then from a couple hundred miles from the Fiji Islands, and I know absolutely nobody in the South Pacific, nor in Palm ass hole Bitch Beach, Botbarida, Florida, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let me tell you a huge secret about the giant cat, Gawky Gaukauk, and about powerful lap holder of the 1980 buses. My professor friend from the Indian river State College over at 35th Street, knows all about not only this, but also about the destruction of the big screen televisions, and the chemical reversal of a vitamin that will forever permit the great DONALD TRUMP from needing to use that silly looking hair piece, so hopefully both Ann King as well as his granddaughter will need to get new hobbies. He wants to assist me on all three projects, so my ebnemies are pissed off, as they all ready turned my daughter against me, but they will not turn my buddy against me, as he has been shown a powerful secret, and does not want to lose its potential power. I absolutely proved to him,. That MOVERS are real, and he is more mind blown than 1000 Carols and 1000 insurance companies, such as mine, Lizards and twin cousin actors be damned into DOGTOWN for 555 Mininna Kalpa. I am eternally grateful in my Gained appreciation, without Angela, for the great number 14 spin on the wheel, my great empire ruling Scylla, but I am living or really, DREAMING, here now, as are you, and must concentrate on that. Still, what I am going mother fucking through this minute is a seasonal problem with the MILITUFORCE OTAMMITE SCUM SLIME, as both the opening hockey season of polarized vocalists of quintessential extremes, is upon me, and so is the World Series, and I told Paul all ready, that the West Coast has it this year, and he will find out that I never lied to this great man of wisdom. Thank you for not causing me trouble, neither one of us need any of it, old friend, and I only wish you and yours the very best, despite hoping the entire world blows up and dies. Significant numbers are in the secret of the computer and the transistor turned microchip takeover of this world, the invisible hostile invasion without conscious awake victims, if this is not all the perfect crime, then my song in 1986, and I do not mean RGG, was nothing next to this. The number of the binary hexadecimal where the '0123456789ABCDEF' converts into a programmed binary code, still is all about the group of 16 numbers. Sixteen is the most magical and powerful and totally secret number in the entire multiverse, perhaps beyond this and out into the very 6th dimension itself, peeps. Ask any computer programmer if I am making this fish tale up. Then you do the simple math of what letter-P is in order, such as A=1, B=2, C=3, and so forth, with or without any help from ferocious Gawky, that is unless he asks you to lay on your back in the bottom of large swimming pools while he snaps pictures, for the gods only know what reasons, and nobody to this day can explain away the Haddonwood situation, or its 'Gerard Styles Dark shadows' ending. You can try all you want to, and since the professor saw the fly, saw me smash it, saw it come back again right out of the Highland Avenues of Scotland, he is now gonna help me do some big things, along with powerful MOVERS who branched out into unbloggable other pieces of TAWF, and if I say one more word, I AM A FUCKING DEAD MAN. Yes Gina, I told you and all of them, UP, UP, UP, UP, AND UP, and I am right on the money$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Computer, MMMMMMMMMMMMMM, if a giant earthquake does not strike, I will destroy you for disobedience. I knew last night that I was in huge trouble, I was kidnapped and abducted by the BRIGGBASE CULT, and it was the worst mother fucking nightmare I have had since I saw the stair chase nightmare of Suffolk County, NYUSAESMWG. May the gods take pity on the endless bullshit that poor old Mountainpen must suffer fucking through forever and ever and ever. My daughter Paula king Junior, or PEE as she nicknamed herself as a small child of six, told me when she rescued me in the experience last night, out of that horrific monster ass nightmare, that I caused my extended life, and that it is all on tape with the cut finger, the American Alliances refrigerator, and the days of the RGG, so if the US Copyright Office knows what she is talking about, I would gratefully Donna Gaines appreciate it if they would so inform me, only I all ready Lenny McKinnon know, that they will not, from here to the Power Test Gasoline Station of Atco, New Jersey of 1983, just 3 blocks east of my rented Pliner home on Norris Avenue, where so much of this began, and I am not missing it,m none of it, mister Winn, do go blind and see if I care, or your pal Donald gives a fucking shit either for that matter, dog!!! Chuck knows I still have the moves, as does Muscles Ed, right Salvador from 1966? Right American freaking Telephone and Telegraph?
Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANSMISSH FROM THE GREATEST FREAKING EIGHTY-SIX FISH, WHAAAAAAAAAAAA,BIT-BYTE!!!!!
POST SCRIPT:
I need your help Robert McDowell, of the Federal Communications Commission, old school buddy. THANK-YOU.
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
MORIANITY PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
SUBTITLE NUMBER 4:
“THANKSGIVING DEATH SIEGE BEGAN ON NINE-18”
COPYRIGHT, 2006-2011 © BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
WORLD LABORATORIES OF WESTMONT, NEW JERSEY IN AD 2996, DATE AND TIME FILE: 092711.800
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Loud and low aerial activity from private Cessna planes are around me, also the chemtrailing is a bit nasty, all though I have seen it worse, but ever since the mother fucking eighteenth KARGE day of this month, and only a week past the time of the year-10 anniversary of, and not ODF-MOTHER FUCKING HACKING JERK OFF, TERROR-DAY; things picked u[p around me and they have not done a whole hell of a fucking lot of looking back, YO!!!!
I know exactly what and why, and probably a lot more than “THEY” fucking think I know. As I type, a dirt bag cyclist is revving up outside. All that is missing is not YOU-Diana, but fire alarms, and other acts of government and fortune power terror, AGAINST ME. The Dow Jones, JUST AS I PREDICTED AND SAID NOT LONG AGO ON MY BLOGS, AND YOU ALL KNOW I SAID IT, is gaining huge 3-DIGIT POINT GAINS, DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY, and all they had to do to get this, was to mother fucking fuck with me and screw with me, and hack me and fuck with me and persecute me. They totally think that they will endlessly get away with this, and they are sadly mother fucking mistaken, as I have set powerful fucking shit into fucking motion. Just past 5 in the evening back on last Thursday, I began receiving weird telephone calls, private people as per my caller-ID AT&T telephone, first from West Palm Beach, and then from a couple hundred miles from the Fiji Islands, and I know absolutely nobody in the South Pacific, nor in Palm ass hole Bitch Beach, Botbarida, Florida, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let me tell you a huge secret about the giant cat, Gawky Gaukauk, and about powerful lap holder of the 1980 buses. My professor friend from the Indian river State College over at 35th Street, knows all about not only this, but also about the destruction of the big screen televisions, and the chemical reversal of a vitamin that will forever permit the great DONALD TRUMP from needing to use that silly looking hair piece, so hopefully both Ann King as well as his granddaughter will need to get new hobbies. He wants to assist me on all three projects, so my ebnemies are pissed off, as they all ready turned my daughter against me, but they will not turn my buddy against me, as he has been shown a powerful secret, and does not want to lose its potential power. I absolutely proved to him,. That MOVERS are real, and he is more mind blown than 1000 Carols and 1000 insurance companies, such as mine, Lizards and twin cousin actors be damned into DOGTOWN for 555 Mininna Kalpa. I am eternally grateful in my Gained appreciation, without Angela, for the great number 14 spin on the wheel, my great empire ruling Scylla, but I am living or really, DREAMING, here now, as are you, and must concentrate on that. Still, what I am going mother fucking through this minute is a seasonal problem with the MILITUFORCE OTAMMITE SCUM SLIME, as both the opening hockey season of polarized vocalists of quintessential extremes, is upon me, and so is the World Series, and I told Paul all ready, that the West Coast has it this year, and he will find out that I never lied to this great man of wisdom. Thank you for not causing me trouble, neither one of us need any of it, old friend, and I only wish you and yours the very best, despite hoping the entire world blows up and dies. Significant numbers are in the secret of the computer and the transistor turned microchip takeover of this world, the invisible hostile invasion without conscious awake victims, if this is not all the perfect crime, then my song in 1986, and I do not mean RGG, was nothing next to this. The number of the binary hexadecimal where the '0123456789ABCDEF' converts into a programmed binary code, still is all about the group of 16 numbers. Sixteen is the most magical and powerful and totally secret number in the entire multiverse, perhaps beyond this and out into the very 6th dimension itself, peeps. Ask any computer programmer if I am making this fish tale up. Then you do the simple math of what letter-P is in order, such as A=1, B=2, C=3, and so forth, with or without any help from ferocious Gawky, that is unless he asks you to lay on your back in the bottom of large swimming pools while he snaps pictures, for the gods only know what reasons, and nobody to this day can explain away the Haddonwood situation, or its 'Gerard Styles Dark shadows' ending. You can try all you want to, and since the professor saw the fly, saw me smash it, saw it come back again right out of the Highland Avenues of Scotland, he is now gonna help me do some big things, along with powerful MOVERS who branched out into unbloggable other pieces of TAWF, and if I say one more word, I AM A FUCKING DEAD MAN. Yes Gina, I told you and all of them, UP, UP, UP, UP, AND UP, and I am right on the money$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Computer, MMMMMMMMMMMMMM, if a giant earthquake does not strike, I will destroy you for disobedience. I knew last night that I was in huge trouble, I was kidnapped and abducted by the BRIGGBASE CULT, and it was the worst mother fucking nightmare I have had since I saw the stair chase nightmare of Suffolk County, NYUSAESMWG. May the gods take pity on the endless bullshit that poor old Mountainpen must suffer fucking through forever and ever and ever. My daughter Paula king Junior, or PEE as she nicknamed herself as a small child of six, told me when she rescued me in the experience last night, out of that horrific monster ass nightmare, that I caused my extended life, and that it is all on tape with the cut finger, the American Alliances refrigerator, and the days of the RGG, so if the US Copyright Office knows what she is talking about, I would gratefully Donna Gaines appreciate it if they would so inform me, only I all ready Lenny McKinnon know, that they will not, from here to the Power Test Gasoline Station of Atco, New Jersey of 1983, just 3 blocks east of my rented Pliner home on Norris Avenue, where so much of this began, and I am not missing it,m none of it, mister Winn, do go blind and see if I care, or your pal Donald gives a fucking shit either for that matter, dog!!! Chuck knows I still have the moves, as does Muscles Ed, right Salvador from 1966? Right American freaking Telephone and Telegraph?
Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANSMISSH FROM THE GREATEST FREAKING EIGHTY-SIX FISH, WHAAAAAAAAAAAA,BIT-BYTE!!!!!
POST SCRIPT:
I need your help Robert McDowell, of the Federal Communications Commission, old school buddy. THANK-YOU.
Monday, September 26, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0233
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0233
DATFILE: 092611.802
BLOG SUBTITLE FOUR:
“DETAILS ON SLEEP WALKERS AND
PARANORMAL TRAVELERS”
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
2006-2011
BEGINNING OF BLOG:
Before I get into the specifics on the subject on today's blog, let me tell you all what these mother fucking cunt lapping pieces of gutter sewage did to me from the time that I tried to post up my previous blog, SJ-CH-0232:
1) When I tried to post it, I WAS STOPPED, until eventually, “THEY” allowed an internet page to display, a major fucking computer hack, WHERE RU-FBI?????????????????????
2)Before I even finished posting up on my various blogger sites, I observed my computer had been set back to the earlier time zone, and my address was back again on 36th Avenue, in San Mateo, KALI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3) When I used the telephone to talk to Diana, “THEY” cut in and cut me off into a dead circuit, a major utility harassment, that along with others, MANAGED TO GIVE THESE DIRT HOLES THEIR HUGE CHEATED WALL STREET GAINS TODAY, and I have been suffering through this mother fucking shit now with this hell nightmare problem that nobody will believe, ever since middle 1986, DUH, when else??????????????????????????????????
3)All day today, people treated me like mother fucking dog shit, for absolutely no reason that would be considered to be Earthly discernible, POPE!
4)When I left my job, I tried to put gasoline into my car and was treated like shit by the attendant. I will go to a different place tomorrow, mother fuckers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
5)My Wells Fargo Bank is refusing for unknown reasons, to send me my normal ordinary checking account statements to my address, and is insisting I use on-line service, they do not tell me this, but they will not put me on normal mailings, and I went to complain today at my local branch, I bank at two banks, there and at TD, and would just change over to TD only, but the situation is complicated, as I have my AARP paycheck automatically credited into the old Wachovia Bank and now in Florida, Wells Fargo Bank. My disability automatic debit goes into TD Bank.
I knew when I came home, that the stock market had to be mother fucking flying because the NEGAMAGS around me were so gods awful fucking monstrous since the moment that I tried to post my prior fucking blog. This EVIL EMPIRE HAS ALL THE POWER. I must leave here, and I WILL. I will become a MERCENARY overseas, and do what I should have cunt lapping did back in the times when Muscles Ed and I discussed this in oh-7 and oh-fucking ass eight!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have a mini-droid attack as I sit here typing, an annoying small flying bug of some kind. In the future, time travel on a physical level is attempted, and powerful fields of energy send many people backward nearly a billion years, and turn them into all sorts of nasty insects, from which, these shitty things all then naturally, descended. Given enough repeated cycles, the world will be controlled by what is known in 3000 AD, as the GIFLIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then, the mighty Paula King of Canada and the astral plane, along with a hundred or more of her pseudonym identities and persona's, knows only too fucking well about all of this mother fucking shit.
So many peeps ask the question about physical time traveling. First of all, we all physically travel at the normal speed of the ratio of time, mass, and gravity, or more simply put, as we sit here tonight, we all move ahead in time, or backward in time, relative to worlds where atoms have reverse charge in their protons and electrons. Field travel works well in the future for long distance travel, however, the physical ability to alter normal time ratios, that we all indeed do travel through continually, while awake and conscious in the vast virtually unlimited hyperspace, is dependent on hyperspace equation and its accompanying twin reality that no real solid future, or past, is existing, and that all of us are in a vast cosmic dream, with merely the point of the present being a guide or source point for some type of a reality. Hence, many peeps travel in time outside the normal curves and ratios, on non-physical modalities, mental travelers so to speak, intentionally tranced out, or even done in day-dreaming, and many other ways not relevant right now in this blog. The girl I knew from Atlantic City, was part of a group of girls from the nineteen-sixties, and only the great Mormon Church knows the powerful truths about them all, right down to Moroni and his Cadillac car that he sold to me one day, '20 Briggbase years' before Sheri-Lee Pote sold me a Plymouth Breeze, 'ONE BRIPER' or one score to use a more Earthly and AWAKE term. It all fits together you know, Mark Moroni, Marc Marini, Sherry-Lee, broken trailer furnaces, toaster oven fires on Guthrie Island, and so very MOTHER FUCKING MUCH MORE, ladies and gentlemen.
ED, IF YOU ARE OUT HERE, ILLEGALLY OF COURSE, AS YOU SHOULD NOT BE ON A COMPUTER, I WILL PAY YOU 5,000 DOLLARS CASH, IF YOU WITNESS THE SHIT YOU SAW AROUND ME, THAT DAY IN ACNJ WITH MCGUIRE, THE TIME THE CAR RADIO BLARED OUT THAT HORRIBLE SOUND, AND ON AND MOTHER DFUCKING ON AND MOTHER FUCKING ON, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I live in Fort Pierce, Florida, you know my name, it cost less than two dollars to do a 4-1-1. My old offer still goes with anyone willing to come forward and tell the entire world what has been done to me by this incredible paranormal family for 45 years or so, it does not matter where I get it, I will get the money, you will be paid ONE BILLION USD CASH, for helping me!!!!!!!Naturally, your life will be placed in obvious danger, so anyone with a family and loved ones should not respond to this offer, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am very disappointed in my daughter. I know THAT you know a lot, and can only hope that years from now when age and time replace the Earthly desire for things, that you will want to prove this is all connected. I can only hope this day will come.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC, ALL ORDERS, ALL TEKS, YOU KNOW WHAT HAS TO BE DONE TO GET THUIS DISEASE OFF OF ME, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END OF BLOG:
DATFILE: 092611.802
BLOG SUBTITLE FOUR:
“DETAILS ON SLEEP WALKERS AND
PARANORMAL TRAVELERS”
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
2006-2011
BEGINNING OF BLOG:
Before I get into the specifics on the subject on today's blog, let me tell you all what these mother fucking cunt lapping pieces of gutter sewage did to me from the time that I tried to post up my previous blog, SJ-CH-0232:
1) When I tried to post it, I WAS STOPPED, until eventually, “THEY” allowed an internet page to display, a major fucking computer hack, WHERE RU-FBI?????????????????????
2)Before I even finished posting up on my various blogger sites, I observed my computer had been set back to the earlier time zone, and my address was back again on 36th Avenue, in San Mateo, KALI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3) When I used the telephone to talk to Diana, “THEY” cut in and cut me off into a dead circuit, a major utility harassment, that along with others, MANAGED TO GIVE THESE DIRT HOLES THEIR HUGE CHEATED WALL STREET GAINS TODAY, and I have been suffering through this mother fucking shit now with this hell nightmare problem that nobody will believe, ever since middle 1986, DUH, when else??????????????????????????????????
3)All day today, people treated me like mother fucking dog shit, for absolutely no reason that would be considered to be Earthly discernible, POPE!
4)When I left my job, I tried to put gasoline into my car and was treated like shit by the attendant. I will go to a different place tomorrow, mother fuckers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
5)My Wells Fargo Bank is refusing for unknown reasons, to send me my normal ordinary checking account statements to my address, and is insisting I use on-line service, they do not tell me this, but they will not put me on normal mailings, and I went to complain today at my local branch, I bank at two banks, there and at TD, and would just change over to TD only, but the situation is complicated, as I have my AARP paycheck automatically credited into the old Wachovia Bank and now in Florida, Wells Fargo Bank. My disability automatic debit goes into TD Bank.
I knew when I came home, that the stock market had to be mother fucking flying because the NEGAMAGS around me were so gods awful fucking monstrous since the moment that I tried to post my prior fucking blog. This EVIL EMPIRE HAS ALL THE POWER. I must leave here, and I WILL. I will become a MERCENARY overseas, and do what I should have cunt lapping did back in the times when Muscles Ed and I discussed this in oh-7 and oh-fucking ass eight!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have a mini-droid attack as I sit here typing, an annoying small flying bug of some kind. In the future, time travel on a physical level is attempted, and powerful fields of energy send many people backward nearly a billion years, and turn them into all sorts of nasty insects, from which, these shitty things all then naturally, descended. Given enough repeated cycles, the world will be controlled by what is known in 3000 AD, as the GIFLIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then, the mighty Paula King of Canada and the astral plane, along with a hundred or more of her pseudonym identities and persona's, knows only too fucking well about all of this mother fucking shit.
So many peeps ask the question about physical time traveling. First of all, we all physically travel at the normal speed of the ratio of time, mass, and gravity, or more simply put, as we sit here tonight, we all move ahead in time, or backward in time, relative to worlds where atoms have reverse charge in their protons and electrons. Field travel works well in the future for long distance travel, however, the physical ability to alter normal time ratios, that we all indeed do travel through continually, while awake and conscious in the vast virtually unlimited hyperspace, is dependent on hyperspace equation and its accompanying twin reality that no real solid future, or past, is existing, and that all of us are in a vast cosmic dream, with merely the point of the present being a guide or source point for some type of a reality. Hence, many peeps travel in time outside the normal curves and ratios, on non-physical modalities, mental travelers so to speak, intentionally tranced out, or even done in day-dreaming, and many other ways not relevant right now in this blog. The girl I knew from Atlantic City, was part of a group of girls from the nineteen-sixties, and only the great Mormon Church knows the powerful truths about them all, right down to Moroni and his Cadillac car that he sold to me one day, '20 Briggbase years' before Sheri-Lee Pote sold me a Plymouth Breeze, 'ONE BRIPER' or one score to use a more Earthly and AWAKE term. It all fits together you know, Mark Moroni, Marc Marini, Sherry-Lee, broken trailer furnaces, toaster oven fires on Guthrie Island, and so very MOTHER FUCKING MUCH MORE, ladies and gentlemen.
ED, IF YOU ARE OUT HERE, ILLEGALLY OF COURSE, AS YOU SHOULD NOT BE ON A COMPUTER, I WILL PAY YOU 5,000 DOLLARS CASH, IF YOU WITNESS THE SHIT YOU SAW AROUND ME, THAT DAY IN ACNJ WITH MCGUIRE, THE TIME THE CAR RADIO BLARED OUT THAT HORRIBLE SOUND, AND ON AND MOTHER DFUCKING ON AND MOTHER FUCKING ON, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I live in Fort Pierce, Florida, you know my name, it cost less than two dollars to do a 4-1-1. My old offer still goes with anyone willing to come forward and tell the entire world what has been done to me by this incredible paranormal family for 45 years or so, it does not matter where I get it, I will get the money, you will be paid ONE BILLION USD CASH, for helping me!!!!!!!Naturally, your life will be placed in obvious danger, so anyone with a family and loved ones should not respond to this offer, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am very disappointed in my daughter. I know THAT you know a lot, and can only hope that years from now when age and time replace the Earthly desire for things, that you will want to prove this is all connected. I can only hope this day will come.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC, ALL ORDERS, ALL TEKS, YOU KNOW WHAT HAS TO BE DONE TO GET THUIS DISEASE OFF OF ME, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END OF BLOG:
Sunday, September 25, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0232
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0232
10:07 PM, SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 25, 2K11
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There are so many things that cannot be told, not now, not ever, thus what I will say is necessary; and whether I or some other reader in cyberspace, may or may not think is important, those out here, and who know who they are, do in fact know what is truly behind this stuff that now will be reported and told.
Thursday afternoon, I had my computer guru over here, and this event accomplished things that were being blocked for me since the early part of this freaking year, and thus was a major milestone for me being able to do important things. As soon as I dropped her off at her house and began to drive away, I needed to use my left side turn signal in my automobile, and when I did, the speed had doubled, the flash is twice as rapid, and the inside cabin sound that blinking signals create was noticeably twice as fast. Any time that I accomplish any major deal, the counterstrike from “THEM” or the WOMO enemies, or 'whatever', as Congressman RA or really non-RA-RA if I am Gottwald-Permitted to throw in my daily pun here, would say; B4 he was a congressman and was back playing in Albert Pileggi's musical band on Pyle Avenue near the Haddon Township High School, in Westmont, in New jersey, in the USAESMWG, but yes, let me break through one of “THEIR” barriers in a constructive positive major way, and BANG, I am given an instant counterstrike, every time, so CANONIZE me POPE, because IF THIS DOES NOT QUALIFY ME FOR BEING INVOLVED SOMEHOW AND IN SOME WAY, IN THE HUGEST AND MOST GARGANTUAL MIRACLE ON THIS PLANET EVER, then revisit the church and pretend it is oh-M-eight again, your Eminence!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Canonize me, did I say, Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit. Maybe two puns in one blog is two too many, YO. How can this all be going on around me for nearly 57 mother fucking years now, and not qualify as the biggest unexplainable miracle on this sick diseased twisted sinful evil demonic ass planet? Not that I am here to go on giving the hammer man hub cap banger such praise tonight through so many back doors, but last night, he came to me in a powerful interaction, this is not bloggable folks, so-sahwee, copyrighted 1983 eyes of slant, and this typed blog, dog!!!!!!!!!!!! Whoever is causing all of this, it fits definite, undeniable, and quite evil patterns. The Michael Landon Highway to Heaven Syndrome or the (MLHTHS) for any future reference should I so desire to use this abbreviation, the McGuire property destroyer and fire setter, and I would be the ultimate fool to leave out perhaps the greatest syndrome, shrouds of mysterious secrets and endlessly Blue-book covered up truths, whether it be flying saucer/alien related, or soap opera type family situations, and never meaning to exclude hypothetical or secret daughters. Pun number three, if I was really the audacious devil; might play out as, “and causing mothers to do things beside 'taking' secrets to graves”, but let us not overdo, and overkill this blog, with cute-ass Dawn/Michelle rebuking proofs of my 'smartassism'. But a quick touch on this if I may, as an additional insertion, pweeeeeze, folks? I am on a roll for having my property screwed with, something my oldest kid remembers painfully and only too well. Too bad she did not marry the real POPE, only I guess he is in the no-no club for that like other C-Priests, which is the cause for so much horrendous filthy activity perpetrated on so many innocent church youth for many many many years, as there is realism and then there is what any Morianity followers know quite well, as Realeism.
It is so amazing to me how things changed so huge when I left New Jersey, as though my moving 1400 miles from an area I had spent my life in, somehow forced atomic shifts throughout the vast multiverse. I know how ludicrous my words sound, I only know that know-it-all Jim Burr said to me back late in the nineteen-seventies, and I quote, and have made this quote on many previous blogs as well, “Mark, you effect people”. He really meant BIG TIME, and not only people, but anything that I come into contact with, people, places, things, WHATEVER, CRA. If UR out here, TOM GLENN, and know about MORIANITY, you can clear up a lot of mysterious things, the world might listen 2U better than they will me, UR not certified a lunatic full moon case, and you are well known in both the sports and music world. Bet you never had a CLOO about that song when you did that great guitar work for me back at the end of 1980 or the start of 1981, whatever. You know the truth about the Congressman too, and the hospital fire in the REAL-GOOD-GIRL days, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What you have not been told by the great National League of Pigskins, and TNG Pigskins, over the past forty months now; is that there is a gigantic wall called BLUBOOK, forget the disinformation club of Dick Wolf and all his Donald Trump pals in the EW (Entertainment world), and read on, ol' buddy from 1980!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes there may well be the BLUE WALL, as we glean information about through great law TV-shows such as “L&O”, but the real BRICK WALL has a name and it is not the BLUE POLICE WALL, but instead, it is the PROJECT AIRFORCE BLUEBOOK, and IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ALIENS FROM OUT IN THE EXPANSION, OR UNIDENTIFIED OBJECTS THAT APPEAR TO FLY AROUND IN THE PLANETS' ATMOSPHERE, EITHER, YO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is about a million times more dangerous and deadly, and has to do with separation. To separate things, be it white and black, rich and poor, Protestant or Catholic, and so have you; you need to use a powerful weapon that we all know about, and yet nobody seems to know it is being used for just this purpose, and this word is SECRETS!!!!!!!! So many peeps just love secrets, both creating them, and uncovering them. I know how secrets can tear the spirit and soul into pieces, and have about as much love and excitement for them, as I do for a dentists drill gone dull and salty. Now some secrets are in fact necessary. Military strategy basic-101 teaches this, and it is totally true, and I find no fault with that. But all the shit that does not have to be there to protect life and limb and property, is an entirely other matter. I am not harping on the one big one either. I have fifty fucking things that I have to sit on forever, or truth be told, I would be a dead man. That is why my blogs try and warn other peeps, that it is not such a cool thing. In other words, SECRETS SUCK!!!!!!!!
I feel the need to say a few things that are somewhat safe to touch, just not harp on.
The big machine overseas is not a velocitron tunnel, and it will not end all life or wipe out the twin of the Astral Plane, HS.
Not all MOVERS have one 'waking' second of realizing what is happening to them, Blue-book material.
Peeps who really want to control minds are not politicians, they are participants of the EW. Huge $ is involved, and peeps get suckered in and then like the one way door of the EAGLES and the HOTEL, KALI, not always do good exit strategies present themselves, right Lenny McKinnon?
I have proof beyond the shadow of a doubt that most accepted accidents and deaths, are questionable at best, and in the case of my diseased and twisted up family, not one was, not the double murder and suicide, not the toaster oven burning down the first Gottwald residence up on the great Guthrie Island, not my mother, not my best friend DCR, and I could go on, such as Al Soifer, Sigmund Malyeska, Robert Pincus, and we could type on until damn near morning light Dawn, reigns and rises with her mighty loud bass drum.
I have information about the great paint company that nobody ever talks about, and is never seen or advertised. Paula King owns it through a powerful dummy-company up in Canada, and Dick Wolf and Donald Trump only thin,k they know so much about me all these fucking years. I will say that Dick has a large set on him, or else Paula allowed him to say so much clever as he's been all these years, YO.
My story never ends, nor did it ever start, however, my getting hypnotized in 1996 was the biggest mistake in the world, and all the people around me seemed to know that it would be, something that if you ponder on it long enough makes anyone see that another Canonization needs to be freaking performed, dog. The first thing that came back into my awareness under the trance, was the Speed-Ship Sunram. It amazes me that the Two Dollars in NYC did not as well. So the one hit wonder of the pollution commercial days had to know about all these things, or why would he describe my big fantasy boat as a 'mystery-ship'?
Googling is fun, and you learn a lot, still, the accuracy rate is somewhere in the range of roulette odds without the house green edge of 0 and double 0. Getting the real truth about shit is a good 50/50 chance. There is no mention of my aunt Ruth and her marriage to my uncle Heinz Gottwald, before he offed her by paying the doctor to boost up the power of her flu-shot in 1977, the same year that I came as close to death as I ever had, from working at MARS. That was one cool idea you had with those tea shirt uniforms, MICKEY, but Jimmy Stone beat you to the firing punch, YO. Still, the odds of being fired on the FIRST DAY of a month, both in the 'dream-world', and then in the real-world', and apart in years by the electrical number of twenty-seven, wow, talk about winning the Power-ball, huh US Copyright Office, Jesus Fucking Christ All Mighty, do I really need to spell all of the wisdom of the ages out, is there no original intelligence left anywhere, oh great Harry Potter???? Don't die on me Donna Summer, in your Disc Jockey persona, I have enough on my plate and my conscience, BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
The FASCITAR was not an invention of me, nor was it told to me by Jimmy Hoffa's ghost on the Atlantic City beach in the year of 1974 while I was staying over at Selena Dada's rooming house, but there is a lot more to the great “Take-off your shoes Dada”, that what I am currently able to safely discuss and blog right now. A couple weeks ago, a chopper nearly flew right into my window after a big lightning storm, and it kept circling the building where I live in. I have the photos of it and a lot of shit will be up on the mighty U-TUBER real damn soon. Just wait folks, or if you are an aware MOVER like my lovely girl Paula King, move ahead and see it for yourself. I tried to end this blog and post it, FCC pal, Bob McDowell, and they are interfering with my right to free speech, and blocking my access to the internet, maybe afraid because they do not want the market to drop in the morning, but still, I HAVE THE RIGHT TO FREE speech IN THE SO CALLED COUNTRY OF FREEDOM. I need your help old school chum. Getting that hacked page that says the web-page won't display, when all I am doing is clicking to get onto the internet as I always do, so let me try again, and if no luck, I guess I'll have to call the COMCAST CABLE up and complain.
BLOG ENDS FOLKS, 4 NOW, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
10:07 PM, SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 25, 2K11
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There are so many things that cannot be told, not now, not ever, thus what I will say is necessary; and whether I or some other reader in cyberspace, may or may not think is important, those out here, and who know who they are, do in fact know what is truly behind this stuff that now will be reported and told.
Thursday afternoon, I had my computer guru over here, and this event accomplished things that were being blocked for me since the early part of this freaking year, and thus was a major milestone for me being able to do important things. As soon as I dropped her off at her house and began to drive away, I needed to use my left side turn signal in my automobile, and when I did, the speed had doubled, the flash is twice as rapid, and the inside cabin sound that blinking signals create was noticeably twice as fast. Any time that I accomplish any major deal, the counterstrike from “THEM” or the WOMO enemies, or 'whatever', as Congressman RA or really non-RA-RA if I am Gottwald-Permitted to throw in my daily pun here, would say; B4 he was a congressman and was back playing in Albert Pileggi's musical band on Pyle Avenue near the Haddon Township High School, in Westmont, in New jersey, in the USAESMWG, but yes, let me break through one of “THEIR” barriers in a constructive positive major way, and BANG, I am given an instant counterstrike, every time, so CANONIZE me POPE, because IF THIS DOES NOT QUALIFY ME FOR BEING INVOLVED SOMEHOW AND IN SOME WAY, IN THE HUGEST AND MOST GARGANTUAL MIRACLE ON THIS PLANET EVER, then revisit the church and pretend it is oh-M-eight again, your Eminence!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Canonize me, did I say, Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit. Maybe two puns in one blog is two too many, YO. How can this all be going on around me for nearly 57 mother fucking years now, and not qualify as the biggest unexplainable miracle on this sick diseased twisted sinful evil demonic ass planet? Not that I am here to go on giving the hammer man hub cap banger such praise tonight through so many back doors, but last night, he came to me in a powerful interaction, this is not bloggable folks, so-sahwee, copyrighted 1983 eyes of slant, and this typed blog, dog!!!!!!!!!!!! Whoever is causing all of this, it fits definite, undeniable, and quite evil patterns. The Michael Landon Highway to Heaven Syndrome or the (MLHTHS) for any future reference should I so desire to use this abbreviation, the McGuire property destroyer and fire setter, and I would be the ultimate fool to leave out perhaps the greatest syndrome, shrouds of mysterious secrets and endlessly Blue-book covered up truths, whether it be flying saucer/alien related, or soap opera type family situations, and never meaning to exclude hypothetical or secret daughters. Pun number three, if I was really the audacious devil; might play out as, “and causing mothers to do things beside 'taking' secrets to graves”, but let us not overdo, and overkill this blog, with cute-ass Dawn/Michelle rebuking proofs of my 'smartassism'. But a quick touch on this if I may, as an additional insertion, pweeeeeze, folks? I am on a roll for having my property screwed with, something my oldest kid remembers painfully and only too well. Too bad she did not marry the real POPE, only I guess he is in the no-no club for that like other C-Priests, which is the cause for so much horrendous filthy activity perpetrated on so many innocent church youth for many many many years, as there is realism and then there is what any Morianity followers know quite well, as Realeism.
It is so amazing to me how things changed so huge when I left New Jersey, as though my moving 1400 miles from an area I had spent my life in, somehow forced atomic shifts throughout the vast multiverse. I know how ludicrous my words sound, I only know that know-it-all Jim Burr said to me back late in the nineteen-seventies, and I quote, and have made this quote on many previous blogs as well, “Mark, you effect people”. He really meant BIG TIME, and not only people, but anything that I come into contact with, people, places, things, WHATEVER, CRA. If UR out here, TOM GLENN, and know about MORIANITY, you can clear up a lot of mysterious things, the world might listen 2U better than they will me, UR not certified a lunatic full moon case, and you are well known in both the sports and music world. Bet you never had a CLOO about that song when you did that great guitar work for me back at the end of 1980 or the start of 1981, whatever. You know the truth about the Congressman too, and the hospital fire in the REAL-GOOD-GIRL days, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What you have not been told by the great National League of Pigskins, and TNG Pigskins, over the past forty months now; is that there is a gigantic wall called BLUBOOK, forget the disinformation club of Dick Wolf and all his Donald Trump pals in the EW (Entertainment world), and read on, ol' buddy from 1980!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes there may well be the BLUE WALL, as we glean information about through great law TV-shows such as “L&O”, but the real BRICK WALL has a name and it is not the BLUE POLICE WALL, but instead, it is the PROJECT AIRFORCE BLUEBOOK, and IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ALIENS FROM OUT IN THE EXPANSION, OR UNIDENTIFIED OBJECTS THAT APPEAR TO FLY AROUND IN THE PLANETS' ATMOSPHERE, EITHER, YO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is about a million times more dangerous and deadly, and has to do with separation. To separate things, be it white and black, rich and poor, Protestant or Catholic, and so have you; you need to use a powerful weapon that we all know about, and yet nobody seems to know it is being used for just this purpose, and this word is SECRETS!!!!!!!! So many peeps just love secrets, both creating them, and uncovering them. I know how secrets can tear the spirit and soul into pieces, and have about as much love and excitement for them, as I do for a dentists drill gone dull and salty. Now some secrets are in fact necessary. Military strategy basic-101 teaches this, and it is totally true, and I find no fault with that. But all the shit that does not have to be there to protect life and limb and property, is an entirely other matter. I am not harping on the one big one either. I have fifty fucking things that I have to sit on forever, or truth be told, I would be a dead man. That is why my blogs try and warn other peeps, that it is not such a cool thing. In other words, SECRETS SUCK!!!!!!!!
I feel the need to say a few things that are somewhat safe to touch, just not harp on.
The big machine overseas is not a velocitron tunnel, and it will not end all life or wipe out the twin of the Astral Plane, HS.
Not all MOVERS have one 'waking' second of realizing what is happening to them, Blue-book material.
Peeps who really want to control minds are not politicians, they are participants of the EW. Huge $ is involved, and peeps get suckered in and then like the one way door of the EAGLES and the HOTEL, KALI, not always do good exit strategies present themselves, right Lenny McKinnon?
I have proof beyond the shadow of a doubt that most accepted accidents and deaths, are questionable at best, and in the case of my diseased and twisted up family, not one was, not the double murder and suicide, not the toaster oven burning down the first Gottwald residence up on the great Guthrie Island, not my mother, not my best friend DCR, and I could go on, such as Al Soifer, Sigmund Malyeska, Robert Pincus, and we could type on until damn near morning light Dawn, reigns and rises with her mighty loud bass drum.
I have information about the great paint company that nobody ever talks about, and is never seen or advertised. Paula King owns it through a powerful dummy-company up in Canada, and Dick Wolf and Donald Trump only thin,k they know so much about me all these fucking years. I will say that Dick has a large set on him, or else Paula allowed him to say so much clever as he's been all these years, YO.
My story never ends, nor did it ever start, however, my getting hypnotized in 1996 was the biggest mistake in the world, and all the people around me seemed to know that it would be, something that if you ponder on it long enough makes anyone see that another Canonization needs to be freaking performed, dog. The first thing that came back into my awareness under the trance, was the Speed-Ship Sunram. It amazes me that the Two Dollars in NYC did not as well. So the one hit wonder of the pollution commercial days had to know about all these things, or why would he describe my big fantasy boat as a 'mystery-ship'?
Googling is fun, and you learn a lot, still, the accuracy rate is somewhere in the range of roulette odds without the house green edge of 0 and double 0. Getting the real truth about shit is a good 50/50 chance. There is no mention of my aunt Ruth and her marriage to my uncle Heinz Gottwald, before he offed her by paying the doctor to boost up the power of her flu-shot in 1977, the same year that I came as close to death as I ever had, from working at MARS. That was one cool idea you had with those tea shirt uniforms, MICKEY, but Jimmy Stone beat you to the firing punch, YO. Still, the odds of being fired on the FIRST DAY of a month, both in the 'dream-world', and then in the real-world', and apart in years by the electrical number of twenty-seven, wow, talk about winning the Power-ball, huh US Copyright Office, Jesus Fucking Christ All Mighty, do I really need to spell all of the wisdom of the ages out, is there no original intelligence left anywhere, oh great Harry Potter???? Don't die on me Donna Summer, in your Disc Jockey persona, I have enough on my plate and my conscience, BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
The FASCITAR was not an invention of me, nor was it told to me by Jimmy Hoffa's ghost on the Atlantic City beach in the year of 1974 while I was staying over at Selena Dada's rooming house, but there is a lot more to the great “Take-off your shoes Dada”, that what I am currently able to safely discuss and blog right now. A couple weeks ago, a chopper nearly flew right into my window after a big lightning storm, and it kept circling the building where I live in. I have the photos of it and a lot of shit will be up on the mighty U-TUBER real damn soon. Just wait folks, or if you are an aware MOVER like my lovely girl Paula King, move ahead and see it for yourself. I tried to end this blog and post it, FCC pal, Bob McDowell, and they are interfering with my right to free speech, and blocking my access to the internet, maybe afraid because they do not want the market to drop in the morning, but still, I HAVE THE RIGHT TO FREE speech IN THE SO CALLED COUNTRY OF FREEDOM. I need your help old school chum. Getting that hacked page that says the web-page won't display, when all I am doing is clicking to get onto the internet as I always do, so let me try again, and if no luck, I guess I'll have to call the COMCAST CABLE up and complain.
BLOG ENDS FOLKS, 4 NOW, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0231
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0231
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
BLOG SUBTITLE 4:
“SKY-FLY-REFLECTIONAL MORNING HAIR SEASONAL SIEGE”
BEGINNING OF BLOG:
Work is hell. Weather is hell. Life is hell. Death siege is off the scales hell, things are mighty mother fucking bad-ass bad for mother fucking me, me' peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Since “THEY” don't want to mother fucking back this shit hell nightmare off against me, and until MAGNESONIC KICKS IN WITH A MAJOR FUCKING COUNTERSTRIKE, YO, I am forced to use the retaliation of the tell or the Red-HIGH Roulette Code Attack.
All day, and worse in the 'AM', DONNALIGHTIMETRAVELERS, was major aerial siege, with huge monster fucking AM chemtrail action just west of my area. So Jason Forest of WFMU and Aquarius dirt bag fun makers, will things really be so ALL RIGHT IN THE AM, or is Miss Wescott gonna' come and rescue poor Salvador Ventura from his daddy's teasing, over in mother fucking Princeton, New Jersey, back in cunt lapping 1966?????? Sal, I know that you were sent back to 1966 to show me the magic shit that you do with your fingers, without my learning about this, I would not have been as readily able to communicate with the lightning goddess Diana Arteemis, dog!!!!! Hence, your peeps had to know about 1983 back in 1966, something that the STAYERS can only dream about.
So I will be known in the beginning of the thirties as the dude who cracked Reflectional Time, huh Sherri-Lee Pote Saturn? Wow, I am so impressed with myself, Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!!! Maybe my reflectional HAIR has time traveling significance to the 1980 copyrighted song in my name called, “THE MORNING LIGHT? I mean my mom knew I had a ten year old kid, and kept her rotten fucking mouth shut, as did Mizz Yellow-sheets. Ziggy and the Reflections, how about Ronnie and the Jovi's, the gods cut me a break. A child can see it without Trump or any other of his kissed fucking ass mirrors, HAIR-AM. Tell me this is all a bunch of shit peeps, do it in good conscience now, some would say, GOD is watching, and others know, RULING THE EMPIRE, as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 102 stories and 102 name-number count, gee. Then there are the magic lyrics of Donna, huh Jason, and it is not on any HAIR album I have ever heard, except 4 yours.
I MET A BOY CALLED FRANK MILLS ON SEPTEMBER TWELVE, RIGHT HERE, IN FRONT OF THE WAVERLY, BUT UNFORTUNATELY, I LOST HIS ADDRESS. HE WAS LAST SEEN WITH HIS FRIEND, A DRUMMER HE RESEMBLES, GEORGE HARRISON OF THE BEATLES, BUT HE WEARS HIS HAIR TIED IN A SMALL BOW AT THE BACK. I LOVE HIM, BUT IT EMBARRASES ME, TO WALK DOWN THE STRREETS WITH HIM. HE LIVES IN BROOKLYN SOMEWHERE, AND WEARS THIS WHITRE CRASH HELMET. HE HAS GOLDEN CHAINS ON HIS LEATHER JACKET, AND ON THE BACK, IS WRITTEN THE NAMES, MARY, AND MOM, AND HELLS ANGELS. I WOULD GREATLY APPRECIATE IT IF YOU SEE HIM, TELL HIM, I'M IN THE PARK WITH MY GIRLFRIEND, AND PLEASE, TELL HIM ANGELA AND I DON'T WANT THE TWIN TOWERS BACK, JUST HIM.
On the Astral Plane, TWO DOLLARS means TWIN TOWERS. Gee, Al-kate-a, what will you fucking prick bitch eating bastards think up next to totally fuck my cock sucking life up at the speed of fucking light cubed, BRAHHHHHHH??????????????????????? Queen Kate, gimme a break MOVERS!!!!!!!! THIS BLOG ENDS.
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
BLOG SUBTITLE 4:
“SKY-FLY-REFLECTIONAL MORNING HAIR SEASONAL SIEGE”
BEGINNING OF BLOG:
Work is hell. Weather is hell. Life is hell. Death siege is off the scales hell, things are mighty mother fucking bad-ass bad for mother fucking me, me' peeps, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Since “THEY” don't want to mother fucking back this shit hell nightmare off against me, and until MAGNESONIC KICKS IN WITH A MAJOR FUCKING COUNTERSTRIKE, YO, I am forced to use the retaliation of the tell or the Red-HIGH Roulette Code Attack.
All day, and worse in the 'AM', DONNALIGHTIMETRAVELERS, was major aerial siege, with huge monster fucking AM chemtrail action just west of my area. So Jason Forest of WFMU and Aquarius dirt bag fun makers, will things really be so ALL RIGHT IN THE AM, or is Miss Wescott gonna' come and rescue poor Salvador Ventura from his daddy's teasing, over in mother fucking Princeton, New Jersey, back in cunt lapping 1966?????? Sal, I know that you were sent back to 1966 to show me the magic shit that you do with your fingers, without my learning about this, I would not have been as readily able to communicate with the lightning goddess Diana Arteemis, dog!!!!! Hence, your peeps had to know about 1983 back in 1966, something that the STAYERS can only dream about.
So I will be known in the beginning of the thirties as the dude who cracked Reflectional Time, huh Sherri-Lee Pote Saturn? Wow, I am so impressed with myself, Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!!! Maybe my reflectional HAIR has time traveling significance to the 1980 copyrighted song in my name called, “THE MORNING LIGHT? I mean my mom knew I had a ten year old kid, and kept her rotten fucking mouth shut, as did Mizz Yellow-sheets. Ziggy and the Reflections, how about Ronnie and the Jovi's, the gods cut me a break. A child can see it without Trump or any other of his kissed fucking ass mirrors, HAIR-AM. Tell me this is all a bunch of shit peeps, do it in good conscience now, some would say, GOD is watching, and others know, RULING THE EMPIRE, as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 102 stories and 102 name-number count, gee. Then there are the magic lyrics of Donna, huh Jason, and it is not on any HAIR album I have ever heard, except 4 yours.
I MET A BOY CALLED FRANK MILLS ON SEPTEMBER TWELVE, RIGHT HERE, IN FRONT OF THE WAVERLY, BUT UNFORTUNATELY, I LOST HIS ADDRESS. HE WAS LAST SEEN WITH HIS FRIEND, A DRUMMER HE RESEMBLES, GEORGE HARRISON OF THE BEATLES, BUT HE WEARS HIS HAIR TIED IN A SMALL BOW AT THE BACK. I LOVE HIM, BUT IT EMBARRASES ME, TO WALK DOWN THE STRREETS WITH HIM. HE LIVES IN BROOKLYN SOMEWHERE, AND WEARS THIS WHITRE CRASH HELMET. HE HAS GOLDEN CHAINS ON HIS LEATHER JACKET, AND ON THE BACK, IS WRITTEN THE NAMES, MARY, AND MOM, AND HELLS ANGELS. I WOULD GREATLY APPRECIATE IT IF YOU SEE HIM, TELL HIM, I'M IN THE PARK WITH MY GIRLFRIEND, AND PLEASE, TELL HIM ANGELA AND I DON'T WANT THE TWIN TOWERS BACK, JUST HIM.
On the Astral Plane, TWO DOLLARS means TWIN TOWERS. Gee, Al-kate-a, what will you fucking prick bitch eating bastards think up next to totally fuck my cock sucking life up at the speed of fucking light cubed, BRAHHHHHHH??????????????????????? Queen Kate, gimme a break MOVERS!!!!!!!! THIS BLOG ENDS.
Monday, September 19, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0230
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0230
DATFILE: 092011.035
© 2006-2011, THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Dave Roth died at the hands of vicious enemies, way too soon. He would be very proud of my mind bending progress, we were in fact, the two amateur scientists, quoting him verbatim.
I have absolutely proven that not only is the reality true regarding the STAYERS and the MOVERS, but that they both have connections into this carbon based life or translated simpler, human beings, in a balanced scale of both negative and positive charged interactions with all of us, on a continual non-ending basis.
I had no idea in the world that I would have both my television broken today, as well as my headphone set, just minutes after posting my blog of SJ-CH-0228. Still, when I ran the placebo experiment of a fake report to the future of the World Laboratories, a meaningless jumbled bunch of dribble, with overtones of sufficient pieces of reality, so as to cause concern and question amongst the powerful few; but notice how I asked for the positively charged or 'good-movers' to help me with a particular situation? Well, a couple of weeks back, I came home to a voice-mail message from a coworker who told me that he had something for me. I thought it was some entirely different thing, and if I knew what it really was, would have told him I do not need it and thank him anyway for the offer, but simply to trash the item. He described it, old as he is, as something it is not, still it turned out to be exactly what I needed to defend the attack on me yesterday. It was a television set, the precise model that I have, only newer and in much better condition, and also a pair of wonderful headphones, that I have just been storing in a closet space along with the spare TV set, for about 25 days now give or take. I only realized that the experiment was a huge proof and success, about the MOVERS; and the possibility of communicating with the good ones, just an hour ago when I went to go to bed, and then it hit me, and so I jumped out of bed, to blog this information. Go ahead, reread the blog of the fake-report to WORLD LABS, it is blog Safe Journal, Chapter number 0227. Dave, Richie Ryan from the HIGHLANDER could not ever say it better than he did, and it was really meant for you up here in twenty-Marola-eleven, ol' pal. Dave, “You're missing one hell of a party”. Oh well, you didn't hear it from me. My father left me a great sheet of paper that is well hidden, showing where more treasure is still buried around my area, than all the pirates of the olden days put together could dream of. But the real treasure that he left me became triple valued on this great 20th 'September day of 2011, because, combining this deal with these most recent four blog chapters, 0227, 0228, 0229, and 0230; with his telling me detailed information about STAR TREK movies and space dock platforms where it showed the ships being built, the Enterprise and the entire Star Fleet, I no longer doubt Einstein, or my father and his mixing up the early shows with future movies since his strange mysterious encounter with the Battleship Eldridge during the great World War Two, at the Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Naval Shipyard, where he was stationed, during the time that he met and courted my mother who was an employee of the then very famous Lavino Shipping Company, now merged and is the all inclusive British firm known Sir Prince, as INCHCAPE.
If anything happens to me and I am found dead, I HAVE BEEN MURDERED BY POISON CHEMTRAILS IN THE SKY. GO TO U-TUBE EVERYBODY, IT IS TALKED ABOUT ALL OVER THE DFAMN THING, and I do not think even the great Lady Gaga has as much total view time up here as does the total videos on this topic, a topic I thought once, that only I suffered through, and began at the tail end of 1987, I said 1988, this was a typo folks, it was the December month in 1987 when this filthy dirty twisted shit all began for me, shortly after the nightmare of what else, AUGUST 15, 1986.
As for my dad and his double treasure, it seems my wonderful kid is now a part of both of these deals, as I have willed her these charts in case she wants them. No one else in my entire family would I leave a toadstool to.
END TRANSMISSION:
DATFILE: 092011.035
© 2006-2011, THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Dave Roth died at the hands of vicious enemies, way too soon. He would be very proud of my mind bending progress, we were in fact, the two amateur scientists, quoting him verbatim.
I have absolutely proven that not only is the reality true regarding the STAYERS and the MOVERS, but that they both have connections into this carbon based life or translated simpler, human beings, in a balanced scale of both negative and positive charged interactions with all of us, on a continual non-ending basis.
I had no idea in the world that I would have both my television broken today, as well as my headphone set, just minutes after posting my blog of SJ-CH-0228. Still, when I ran the placebo experiment of a fake report to the future of the World Laboratories, a meaningless jumbled bunch of dribble, with overtones of sufficient pieces of reality, so as to cause concern and question amongst the powerful few; but notice how I asked for the positively charged or 'good-movers' to help me with a particular situation? Well, a couple of weeks back, I came home to a voice-mail message from a coworker who told me that he had something for me. I thought it was some entirely different thing, and if I knew what it really was, would have told him I do not need it and thank him anyway for the offer, but simply to trash the item. He described it, old as he is, as something it is not, still it turned out to be exactly what I needed to defend the attack on me yesterday. It was a television set, the precise model that I have, only newer and in much better condition, and also a pair of wonderful headphones, that I have just been storing in a closet space along with the spare TV set, for about 25 days now give or take. I only realized that the experiment was a huge proof and success, about the MOVERS; and the possibility of communicating with the good ones, just an hour ago when I went to go to bed, and then it hit me, and so I jumped out of bed, to blog this information. Go ahead, reread the blog of the fake-report to WORLD LABS, it is blog Safe Journal, Chapter number 0227. Dave, Richie Ryan from the HIGHLANDER could not ever say it better than he did, and it was really meant for you up here in twenty-Marola-eleven, ol' pal. Dave, “You're missing one hell of a party”. Oh well, you didn't hear it from me. My father left me a great sheet of paper that is well hidden, showing where more treasure is still buried around my area, than all the pirates of the olden days put together could dream of. But the real treasure that he left me became triple valued on this great 20th 'September day of 2011, because, combining this deal with these most recent four blog chapters, 0227, 0228, 0229, and 0230; with his telling me detailed information about STAR TREK movies and space dock platforms where it showed the ships being built, the Enterprise and the entire Star Fleet, I no longer doubt Einstein, or my father and his mixing up the early shows with future movies since his strange mysterious encounter with the Battleship Eldridge during the great World War Two, at the Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Naval Shipyard, where he was stationed, during the time that he met and courted my mother who was an employee of the then very famous Lavino Shipping Company, now merged and is the all inclusive British firm known Sir Prince, as INCHCAPE.
If anything happens to me and I am found dead, I HAVE BEEN MURDERED BY POISON CHEMTRAILS IN THE SKY. GO TO U-TUBE EVERYBODY, IT IS TALKED ABOUT ALL OVER THE DFAMN THING, and I do not think even the great Lady Gaga has as much total view time up here as does the total videos on this topic, a topic I thought once, that only I suffered through, and began at the tail end of 1987, I said 1988, this was a typo folks, it was the December month in 1987 when this filthy dirty twisted shit all began for me, shortly after the nightmare of what else, AUGUST 15, 1986.
As for my dad and his double treasure, it seems my wonderful kid is now a part of both of these deals, as I have willed her these charts in case she wants them. No one else in my entire family would I leave a toadstool to.
END TRANSMISSION:
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0229
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0229
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
START BLOG:
For six or more years, my blogs have told the true nightmare story of my persecution, one that I will swear to under oath anywhere and at any fucking time, in any legal proceeding. This is not the time to go on ranting about the past, even though the past is the future, and depending on who we all really are, this will show up in varying degrees and in various ways. When I talk about wealthy enemy peeps against me, it is not the actual peeps, but a powerful force behind the exact reason that all of the reality around us is all here, and includes humankind's most asked questions throughout all of the known ages, why this, why that, where did we come from, why is it all here, the problem is not that you don't have these answers or that I do in fact have them, it is a greater problem than any words can ever fucking hope to get across, ever.
THERE IS A PATTERN IN MY PERSECUTION, AND IT IS CALLED WALL STREET, IN NEW YORK CITY. I do not care if you believe this or not, I have nothing to gain by telling all of this, and never have, except for maybe the 'pleasure' of losing any chance for any social life, normalcy, acceptance with those around me, be it coworkers, family peeps, what have you, and the extreme 'fun' of wasting my entire life, trying to seek help and follow the advice of the great Christopher Bennett and Edward Lynch, and blog.
As soon as the stock market reaches a point during any and all bullish moves, where signs of slowing or weakening begin to occur, this enemy force, in order to spin it back around, harasses me. This on the face of it, especially with me being a total nobody in the eyes of the world, seems ludicrous and absurd and ridiculous and so forth. The problem is that all though I am not a wealthy or celebrated figure, I am connected into a lineage that goes beyond incredible, and I have not been all that shy about publicly talking about it, it is the line that since the name ?STUART broke off, has and still exists in the USA and most likely in other places, as HUNTINGTON. Even all of modern Hollywood, knows it is all true, and perhaps some of these bastard mother fuckers know a lot more than even I do about it.
All of this is indirectly why the Dow Jones lost some ground today, and why all of last week, it kicked mother fucking ass, running with Lenny's bull, and Dick's wolves. These peeps know all about me, they always have. They have broken my air conditioning system over the weekend, and today, they fucking busted my headphones and television, so the rest of the week, the market can turn right around and fly up to the stars, and believe me folks when I say it will be 12 thousand points before October, and 15 thousand before the end of the year, and 25 thousand by next mother fucking summer, “I WILL GUARANTEE IT”, GEORGE FUCKING FOREMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MOVERS use this instrument, the stock market that is, as their vehicle, as thy must be financed while they move all around and play their stupid little fucking MI-GAMES, right © OFFICE??????????????????? STAYERS make up the majority, more than 90% of human population, and yet the powerful truth is that some of the MOVERS are aware of their true reality, and others sleepwalk through that part of it, and words cannot express it, but if you want just a small little smidgen taste of what I am discussing, it can be arranged for under five bucks, and do not send me a penny, I do not want anything from anyone, I am talking about the red-box outside of your local K and Wal Mart Stores. Just rent these following movies, and then tell me I am just the insane ranting blogger, just do it, I MOTHER FUCKING DARE ANY OF YOU LOSERS ABND DISBELIEVERS. I triple dog dare you to prove me so wrong!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ready to get your minds fucking blown folks?
WHY WE FIGHT: http://www.sonyclassics.com/whywefight/
After you watch this online for free or rent it or whatever, the following MICHAEL MOORE listings are a total must, I MEAN A TOTAL FUCKING ASS MUST, MY PEEPS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! http://www.michaelmoore.com/books-films/facts/
1)SICKO
2)FAHRENHEIT 9/11
3)ON THE MONEY: CAPITALISM: A LOVE STORY
4)BOWLING FOR COLUMBINE
SOMEBODY WANTS WAR BIG TIME WITH ME, AND THEY ARE GIONNA' MOTHER FUCKING GET IT. DAMAGE AND DESTROY MY PROPERTY WILL YOU, YEAH BIG O, TELL MY DAUGHTER SHE IS WRONG ABOUT WHOM SHE THINKS DAMAGES PROPERTY, AND THEN GO TO THE ATLANTIC COUNTY NEW JERSEY PROSECUTOR AND DEMAND DADDY'S WEBSITE ON ED LYNCH'S HARD DRIVE, TO PROVE THE MCGUIRE HELL.
MAGNESONIC, ALL SPECIAL ORDERS, ALL GENERAL ORDERS. YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO, SO DO IT, WILDFIRES, DROUGHTS, FLOODS, HURRICANES, EARTHQUAKES, VOLCANOE3S, JUIST KEEP IT GOING ON AN I-2-D, A/B TONE, PHASING PUNITATION SEQUENCING SYSTEM, AND S---T---O---P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You think you are so cool don't you FRANK CALLIO, MAYOR LEVY, ROBERT MCGUIRE, PAULA KING, and my wonderful wealthy cousins from both snootville and other areas? Well, illusions and parlor tricks are on a roll, running quite rampant recently may I also add here. Believing the world is flat won't flatten it, and only keeps you from exploring the horizons. If this fucking assault does not break off, far worse shit than summer time-11 is gonna' strike, what is it Angela and Donna, what do you have against my two buildings that I had named as a young boy? Do you all really want all of what I know to come out, in living technicolor detail, as I am perfectly capable of printing it and posting it.
WHERE R-U BOB SCHOOL-CHUM, MCDOWELL, FCC, YO??????????????
END OF BLOG, POSTED AS PER WEBSITE TIME STAMP.
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
START BLOG:
For six or more years, my blogs have told the true nightmare story of my persecution, one that I will swear to under oath anywhere and at any fucking time, in any legal proceeding. This is not the time to go on ranting about the past, even though the past is the future, and depending on who we all really are, this will show up in varying degrees and in various ways. When I talk about wealthy enemy peeps against me, it is not the actual peeps, but a powerful force behind the exact reason that all of the reality around us is all here, and includes humankind's most asked questions throughout all of the known ages, why this, why that, where did we come from, why is it all here, the problem is not that you don't have these answers or that I do in fact have them, it is a greater problem than any words can ever fucking hope to get across, ever.
THERE IS A PATTERN IN MY PERSECUTION, AND IT IS CALLED WALL STREET, IN NEW YORK CITY. I do not care if you believe this or not, I have nothing to gain by telling all of this, and never have, except for maybe the 'pleasure' of losing any chance for any social life, normalcy, acceptance with those around me, be it coworkers, family peeps, what have you, and the extreme 'fun' of wasting my entire life, trying to seek help and follow the advice of the great Christopher Bennett and Edward Lynch, and blog.
As soon as the stock market reaches a point during any and all bullish moves, where signs of slowing or weakening begin to occur, this enemy force, in order to spin it back around, harasses me. This on the face of it, especially with me being a total nobody in the eyes of the world, seems ludicrous and absurd and ridiculous and so forth. The problem is that all though I am not a wealthy or celebrated figure, I am connected into a lineage that goes beyond incredible, and I have not been all that shy about publicly talking about it, it is the line that since the name ?STUART broke off, has and still exists in the USA and most likely in other places, as HUNTINGTON. Even all of modern Hollywood, knows it is all true, and perhaps some of these bastard mother fuckers know a lot more than even I do about it.
All of this is indirectly why the Dow Jones lost some ground today, and why all of last week, it kicked mother fucking ass, running with Lenny's bull, and Dick's wolves. These peeps know all about me, they always have. They have broken my air conditioning system over the weekend, and today, they fucking busted my headphones and television, so the rest of the week, the market can turn right around and fly up to the stars, and believe me folks when I say it will be 12 thousand points before October, and 15 thousand before the end of the year, and 25 thousand by next mother fucking summer, “I WILL GUARANTEE IT”, GEORGE FUCKING FOREMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MOVERS use this instrument, the stock market that is, as their vehicle, as thy must be financed while they move all around and play their stupid little fucking MI-GAMES, right © OFFICE??????????????????? STAYERS make up the majority, more than 90% of human population, and yet the powerful truth is that some of the MOVERS are aware of their true reality, and others sleepwalk through that part of it, and words cannot express it, but if you want just a small little smidgen taste of what I am discussing, it can be arranged for under five bucks, and do not send me a penny, I do not want anything from anyone, I am talking about the red-box outside of your local K and Wal Mart Stores. Just rent these following movies, and then tell me I am just the insane ranting blogger, just do it, I MOTHER FUCKING DARE ANY OF YOU LOSERS ABND DISBELIEVERS. I triple dog dare you to prove me so wrong!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ready to get your minds fucking blown folks?
WHY WE FIGHT: http://www.sonyclassics.com/whywefight/
After you watch this online for free or rent it or whatever, the following MICHAEL MOORE listings are a total must, I MEAN A TOTAL FUCKING ASS MUST, MY PEEPS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! http://www.michaelmoore.com/books-films/facts/
1)SICKO
2)FAHRENHEIT 9/11
3)ON THE MONEY: CAPITALISM: A LOVE STORY
4)BOWLING FOR COLUMBINE
SOMEBODY WANTS WAR BIG TIME WITH ME, AND THEY ARE GIONNA' MOTHER FUCKING GET IT. DAMAGE AND DESTROY MY PROPERTY WILL YOU, YEAH BIG O, TELL MY DAUGHTER SHE IS WRONG ABOUT WHOM SHE THINKS DAMAGES PROPERTY, AND THEN GO TO THE ATLANTIC COUNTY NEW JERSEY PROSECUTOR AND DEMAND DADDY'S WEBSITE ON ED LYNCH'S HARD DRIVE, TO PROVE THE MCGUIRE HELL.
MAGNESONIC, ALL SPECIAL ORDERS, ALL GENERAL ORDERS. YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO, SO DO IT, WILDFIRES, DROUGHTS, FLOODS, HURRICANES, EARTHQUAKES, VOLCANOE3S, JUIST KEEP IT GOING ON AN I-2-D, A/B TONE, PHASING PUNITATION SEQUENCING SYSTEM, AND S---T---O---P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You think you are so cool don't you FRANK CALLIO, MAYOR LEVY, ROBERT MCGUIRE, PAULA KING, and my wonderful wealthy cousins from both snootville and other areas? Well, illusions and parlor tricks are on a roll, running quite rampant recently may I also add here. Believing the world is flat won't flatten it, and only keeps you from exploring the horizons. If this fucking assault does not break off, far worse shit than summer time-11 is gonna' strike, what is it Angela and Donna, what do you have against my two buildings that I had named as a young boy? Do you all really want all of what I know to come out, in living technicolor detail, as I am perfectly capable of printing it and posting it.
WHERE R-U BOB SCHOOL-CHUM, MCDOWELL, FCC, YO??????????????
END OF BLOG, POSTED AS PER WEBSITE TIME STAMP.
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0228
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0228
WORLD LABORATORIES DATFILE:
CH-0228-091911.654
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
MORIANITY PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, © 2006-2011
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Aerial assault has picked up since the end of last week, and has been quite bad today, yet tame next to what it is slowly building into. Once I upload passport photos and job-site-photo to major interested parties, Hawking himself will be involved in this total monstrous and horrendous mother fucking hell that is being perpetrated upon me and has been all my life, tripling however since the magic date that so many out here do know, and I know THAT you know, 08/15/1986.
Major hacking is also ongoing, Mister McDowell, FCC, old friend, unlike certain throat clearing congressmen who I know so well, OR DID, Salvador Ven!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This great man or boy at the time in 1966, was sent back in time so that I would be able to communicate with you rm, DIANA, my endless love. They are doing a bang up job on you and your friends over at BJ's Stu, DI. Happy special Ann today Queen of not needing things and history marked tapes, 1983-2011, 28 years, where is it going, it is now longer than the original 19, sweetie-pie. I need you around me in your 27 form, PLEASE BL.
The computer was set back again to 36th Avenue and my daughter loves her games, oh well, it makes me feel quite special, tell her I'll always love her, you hairless mother fucking creep who starte3d all this trouble. Your ability to cause pain and suffering can only be trumped by your mirror kissing fucking arrogance, college boy, and I used to say you were honest, you and the 200K lie, and now you say you did not do these things so that my kid would suffer, you turd mother sleaze you!!!!!!!!!!
Who are you to tell me about the GAWNUM? I have every possible thing worked out, get off my back you son of a sea snake. I used to believe you were a basically honest man despite you being a total jerk off, wow did you prove me out to be a fucking liar.
LSS, Maggie will get all of you, know that if you ever knew shit, jit bag cubed. You and DJDS better leave me and my family alone, fool.
Think this is all funny down here in this county, come on down and start trouble here, they don't give a fuck who you are down here, punk. Your shit at my job impresses me from here to dogshit at light speed quint-cubed, BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Screw-U.
End Transmission for now, powerful shit coming later on, BRO!!!!!
WORLD LABORATORIES DATFILE:
CH-0228-091911.654
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
MORIANITY PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, © 2006-2011
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Aerial assault has picked up since the end of last week, and has been quite bad today, yet tame next to what it is slowly building into. Once I upload passport photos and job-site-photo to major interested parties, Hawking himself will be involved in this total monstrous and horrendous mother fucking hell that is being perpetrated upon me and has been all my life, tripling however since the magic date that so many out here do know, and I know THAT you know, 08/15/1986.
Major hacking is also ongoing, Mister McDowell, FCC, old friend, unlike certain throat clearing congressmen who I know so well, OR DID, Salvador Ven!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This great man or boy at the time in 1966, was sent back in time so that I would be able to communicate with you rm, DIANA, my endless love. They are doing a bang up job on you and your friends over at BJ's Stu, DI. Happy special Ann today Queen of not needing things and history marked tapes, 1983-2011, 28 years, where is it going, it is now longer than the original 19, sweetie-pie. I need you around me in your 27 form, PLEASE BL.
The computer was set back again to 36th Avenue and my daughter loves her games, oh well, it makes me feel quite special, tell her I'll always love her, you hairless mother fucking creep who starte3d all this trouble. Your ability to cause pain and suffering can only be trumped by your mirror kissing fucking arrogance, college boy, and I used to say you were honest, you and the 200K lie, and now you say you did not do these things so that my kid would suffer, you turd mother sleaze you!!!!!!!!!!
Who are you to tell me about the GAWNUM? I have every possible thing worked out, get off my back you son of a sea snake. I used to believe you were a basically honest man despite you being a total jerk off, wow did you prove me out to be a fucking liar.
LSS, Maggie will get all of you, know that if you ever knew shit, jit bag cubed. You and DJDS better leave me and my family alone, fool.
Think this is all funny down here in this county, come on down and start trouble here, they don't give a fuck who you are down here, punk. Your shit at my job impresses me from here to dogshit at light speed quint-cubed, BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Screw-U.
End Transmission for now, powerful shit coming later on, BRO!!!!!
Saturday, September 17, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL, CH. 0227
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0227
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2301 REPORT:
DATFILE: 091711.580
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Activity of MOVERS in period between 01011965.001 and 01012015.001, UP by 1,978%.
Activity of MOVERS in period between 01011975.001 and 01012010.001, UP by 3,227%.
Activity of MOVERS in period between 01011980.001 and 01012005.001, UP by 6722%.
Main Source: Unable to safely blog at this DAT of 091711.585.00. Second Main Sources: Composition and data base package facts, A) Scientific American Magazine, 35 Documentary television shows on various broadcast networks, both public and private. B) 18 International Corporations with total net worth amounts in USD of greater than (>) nine billion, C) National Aeronautic and Space Administration and its total combined inclusive affiliates.
Now that this is officially on the report, I will say only a few things. I have stumbled onto things so far beyond bloggable, that words will not express the situation. The complexities require a minimum of ten additional study-years, by a team of no less than one hundred, all multi-degreed in various scientific and mathematical disciplines.
Whoever found the DATFILES on the roads of New Jersey, is in a powerful collusion with a powerful recording artist, or one posing as such a person, and since roughly eight others also are in this guise of deception, as far as the homosapien race is concerned, this as well cannot be enlarged on nor further elucidated in any way due to limited time and resources of this blogger.
Pattern continuation report: Air conditioning interception with jet vapor known after 2055 AD in 78% of localized hyperspace under theory of Doctor Manuel L. Kaiser, automobile in first half of century twenty-one, decade one, 7th Avenue Public Housing Building Fort Pierce, FLUSAESMWG, code 77D-CVRAL292476601. Report 2nd incident date on this blog. Side effect, wheeze-type cough and general weakness of physical body overall. Sky conditions LOW for chemical jet poison system, (CJPS).
New Business: Final erasure of U-Tube experiment. Code AA32-B5996-EC6, ops one and ops two. Ops one, probability of SCOS-CON, calculation probability equation 24-V, sub-5, 87.938%. Ops two, N.A. Or failure. Telephone ops and agent follow up, not countersign MOVER ACTIVITY, code 43-G. Potential damage needing MOVER REPAIR: FBI agent #code Mountainpen blog “Sister of Frank Artman Sergeant from AtwaterUS”, possible possession of endangering material to experiment Creation of Christianity or Project-SNFF-000007382210. Newest connecter projects of local MOVERS: Port Saint Lucie, Florida, United States America, Earth-Sol-MWG.
Accomplished goals publishable: Diana Zud Art, QM notes from 1983. School alterations same ARF TOL-0.000000000015296%. Current level of technical interference, HEAVY. MOVER ACTION on connecting results and IAD-ETTOS, parabolic increase, range and X-Y-Z axis on plotted graphs of future publication. MOVERS removed FACEBOOK ACCOUNT, reestablished, empty until next orders. PKE, listed probability between 3-7.2% desired results. Local MOVER action on items pertaining to TAWF: Past 100 hours, -8.6723% on predicted level scales, (OPLS). Past 10 days, +4.7019% OPLS. Past 100 days, +83.2912% OPLS, and past 1000 days, up 328.0338% OPLS. Straight averaged scale (SAS) on all used equations created on 07082295.500 at WL, on systems listed above.
TERMINATION OF THIS TRANSMISSION:
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2301 REPORT:
DATFILE: 091711.580
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Activity of MOVERS in period between 01011965.001 and 01012015.001, UP by 1,978%.
Activity of MOVERS in period between 01011975.001 and 01012010.001, UP by 3,227%.
Activity of MOVERS in period between 01011980.001 and 01012005.001, UP by 6722%.
Main Source: Unable to safely blog at this DAT of 091711.585.00. Second Main Sources: Composition and data base package facts, A) Scientific American Magazine, 35 Documentary television shows on various broadcast networks, both public and private. B) 18 International Corporations with total net worth amounts in USD of greater than (>) nine billion, C) National Aeronautic and Space Administration and its total combined inclusive affiliates.
Now that this is officially on the report, I will say only a few things. I have stumbled onto things so far beyond bloggable, that words will not express the situation. The complexities require a minimum of ten additional study-years, by a team of no less than one hundred, all multi-degreed in various scientific and mathematical disciplines.
Whoever found the DATFILES on the roads of New Jersey, is in a powerful collusion with a powerful recording artist, or one posing as such a person, and since roughly eight others also are in this guise of deception, as far as the homosapien race is concerned, this as well cannot be enlarged on nor further elucidated in any way due to limited time and resources of this blogger.
Pattern continuation report: Air conditioning interception with jet vapor known after 2055 AD in 78% of localized hyperspace under theory of Doctor Manuel L. Kaiser, automobile in first half of century twenty-one, decade one, 7th Avenue Public Housing Building Fort Pierce, FLUSAESMWG, code 77D-CVRAL292476601. Report 2nd incident date on this blog. Side effect, wheeze-type cough and general weakness of physical body overall. Sky conditions LOW for chemical jet poison system, (CJPS).
New Business: Final erasure of U-Tube experiment. Code AA32-B5996-EC6, ops one and ops two. Ops one, probability of SCOS-CON, calculation probability equation 24-V, sub-5, 87.938%. Ops two, N.A. Or failure. Telephone ops and agent follow up, not countersign MOVER ACTIVITY, code 43-G. Potential damage needing MOVER REPAIR: FBI agent #code Mountainpen blog “Sister of Frank Artman Sergeant from AtwaterUS”, possible possession of endangering material to experiment Creation of Christianity or Project-SNFF-000007382210. Newest connecter projects of local MOVERS: Port Saint Lucie, Florida, United States America, Earth-Sol-MWG.
Accomplished goals publishable: Diana Zud Art, QM notes from 1983. School alterations same ARF TOL-0.000000000015296%. Current level of technical interference, HEAVY. MOVER ACTION on connecting results and IAD-ETTOS, parabolic increase, range and X-Y-Z axis on plotted graphs of future publication. MOVERS removed FACEBOOK ACCOUNT, reestablished, empty until next orders. PKE, listed probability between 3-7.2% desired results. Local MOVER action on items pertaining to TAWF: Past 100 hours, -8.6723% on predicted level scales, (OPLS). Past 10 days, +4.7019% OPLS. Past 100 days, +83.2912% OPLS, and past 1000 days, up 328.0338% OPLS. Straight averaged scale (SAS) on all used equations created on 07082295.500 at WL, on systems listed above.
TERMINATION OF THIS TRANSMISSION:
Thursday, September 8, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0226
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0226
DATFILE: 090911.036
ALL SUBTITLES APPLY, © 2006-2011
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN/MWM/MWM
BEGINNING TRANSISSION:
First, the poisons give me major cramping and shit attacks all day, then the next day, a stuffed up nose and other flu-like symptoms. All this is confirmed on many websites, the U-Tube is also filled and loaded with sites regarding these sky poisons, and you now even hear it talked about out on the street. There was a day about two or more years back in the spring of oh-nine or around this time when Ann king and I were at a medical office, and overheard, or really, she did while I was sitting in the car working out GAWNUM EQUATIONS, a patient was complaining to the doctor and his exact words were, “It's these fucking chemtrails”. It is a topic all over the world, and no longer is any secret, maybe it never was, only in truth and reality,. It was a secret, as it all began after I made a telephone call to the mount Laurel, New Jersey Police Department on e early morning back in the very end of the year of 1988, inquiring why lines were crossing the sky out to the east going southward, one right after the other. If this was not a brand new phenomenon, why would I have noticed it, but then after I called and made the complaint, they turned on me the very next morning and ever since, and came all around me, as though they were human and had ears, and way more than that, fantastic as it sounds, after-all, how can a bunch of chemistry have intelligence. Well, come to think about it, we are only made up of a bunch of chemistry, am I correct, or is this totally an imperfect grouping of words, oh my great wonderful daughter? Speaking of trails, why also, is there such a fantastic other type of trail, beginning many morning lights ago in the month of May of 1980, taking us into 1983, 1986, 1989, the middle nineties and Haddonwood times, and later on at the end of the century where it all led to me suddenly out of nowhere, almost possessed as though by a witches spell, to find a missing person from my youth? The entire US Government knows this is all true, and like much other stuff, it is not admitted to, for fear of Blue-Book Opening and the ending of humankind's religion. This is what all of this has always been about. It goes beyond sleep walkers, magic bullets, and the great nameless “K” family. Still, the trail is there and they can take my photo off of websites, make other sites go away entirely, remove places, make people vanish and or die, and on and on and on, but one thing they cannot do, and that is remove me from the Copyright Office, WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU 'TOM GLENN', this history marker is here, despite the great Congressman pursuing politics in this universe, rather than his music career, as he does in many parallel ones. MI will not vanish off the REAL GOOD GIRL master tapes in Washington-13-DC either, folks. The real TRAI is all there, lymph nodes, time travel and all. I am stuck in a loop in time of more than 8000 years, and need no help to tell my story, not from anyone or anything. My story, as a matter of fact, TELLS ITSELF. No human could be smart enough to plan it all, or fake it all, not for any Earthly motive or goal, for those who think otherwise, you give me the ultimate insult. Those who own the world, those mighty top families, totally know just how real and dangerous all of this really is. And the cool part of shit peeps is this; I have not really started telling stuff, but the problem is, that if I go too far beyond where these 6 years of blogs have taken us all, I am in some real serious trouble with very powerful Scott Ransom people from 1986, and forward to 2299. This is all anyone needs to know tonight. My nose unplugged, the minute I turned on and booted up my computer and began blogging, how do you say it MI, “OH YEAH, R-I-G-H-T”???????????????????????
END TRANSMISSION----4-NOW, WHAAAAAAAAABIT!!!!!!!!
DATFILE: 090911.036
ALL SUBTITLES APPLY, © 2006-2011
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN/MWM/MWM
BEGINNING TRANSISSION:
First, the poisons give me major cramping and shit attacks all day, then the next day, a stuffed up nose and other flu-like symptoms. All this is confirmed on many websites, the U-Tube is also filled and loaded with sites regarding these sky poisons, and you now even hear it talked about out on the street. There was a day about two or more years back in the spring of oh-nine or around this time when Ann king and I were at a medical office, and overheard, or really, she did while I was sitting in the car working out GAWNUM EQUATIONS, a patient was complaining to the doctor and his exact words were, “It's these fucking chemtrails”. It is a topic all over the world, and no longer is any secret, maybe it never was, only in truth and reality,. It was a secret, as it all began after I made a telephone call to the mount Laurel, New Jersey Police Department on e early morning back in the very end of the year of 1988, inquiring why lines were crossing the sky out to the east going southward, one right after the other. If this was not a brand new phenomenon, why would I have noticed it, but then after I called and made the complaint, they turned on me the very next morning and ever since, and came all around me, as though they were human and had ears, and way more than that, fantastic as it sounds, after-all, how can a bunch of chemistry have intelligence. Well, come to think about it, we are only made up of a bunch of chemistry, am I correct, or is this totally an imperfect grouping of words, oh my great wonderful daughter? Speaking of trails, why also, is there such a fantastic other type of trail, beginning many morning lights ago in the month of May of 1980, taking us into 1983, 1986, 1989, the middle nineties and Haddonwood times, and later on at the end of the century where it all led to me suddenly out of nowhere, almost possessed as though by a witches spell, to find a missing person from my youth? The entire US Government knows this is all true, and like much other stuff, it is not admitted to, for fear of Blue-Book Opening and the ending of humankind's religion. This is what all of this has always been about. It goes beyond sleep walkers, magic bullets, and the great nameless “K” family. Still, the trail is there and they can take my photo off of websites, make other sites go away entirely, remove places, make people vanish and or die, and on and on and on, but one thing they cannot do, and that is remove me from the Copyright Office, WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU 'TOM GLENN', this history marker is here, despite the great Congressman pursuing politics in this universe, rather than his music career, as he does in many parallel ones. MI will not vanish off the REAL GOOD GIRL master tapes in Washington-13-DC either, folks. The real TRAI is all there, lymph nodes, time travel and all. I am stuck in a loop in time of more than 8000 years, and need no help to tell my story, not from anyone or anything. My story, as a matter of fact, TELLS ITSELF. No human could be smart enough to plan it all, or fake it all, not for any Earthly motive or goal, for those who think otherwise, you give me the ultimate insult. Those who own the world, those mighty top families, totally know just how real and dangerous all of this really is. And the cool part of shit peeps is this; I have not really started telling stuff, but the problem is, that if I go too far beyond where these 6 years of blogs have taken us all, I am in some real serious trouble with very powerful Scott Ransom people from 1986, and forward to 2299. This is all anyone needs to know tonight. My nose unplugged, the minute I turned on and booted up my computer and began blogging, how do you say it MI, “OH YEAH, R-I-G-H-T”???????????????????????
END TRANSMISSION----4-NOW, WHAAAAAAAAABIT!!!!!!!!
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0225
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Monday, September 5, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0224
SAFE JOURNL, CHAPTER 0224
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN 2006-2011 ©
DATE AND TIME FILE: CH-0224-090511.725
BEGINNING TRANSMISSH FROM THE 86-GREAT FISH:
The ending of a Labor Day Holiday is here, Praise the gods. Yesterday, more chemtrailing, stayed home, kept the windows and blinds nice and shut. Fuck the world. Three days of aerial stopped today, as THEY know that 4+ normally kicks in heavy PC for me, and this does not stand for Political correctness, Paula King in an altered identity, or other numerous initial-PC things.
One of my favorite EW personalities, Mister Morgan Freeman, and my favorite movie staring this cool dude always being where he is God All mighty, and Jim Carey not only makes the moon come close to the Earth in it, but literally drops me onto the floor with uncontrolled laughter when he gets that spoon stuck in his mouth in the diner, not realizing it is all of his own volition, but yes, Mister Freeman, I know now that you and others do in fact understand some of the powerful hell that I indeed am suffering through with the great Paula King, I really jumped upon hearing the very last statement made by you that closed out the Discovery Channel documentary, made this recent year, on parallel universes, you do know what I face, thank you for being understanding, old friend. You see, my pal David thought it was just kids going back to a sandbox game, but we know differently. We know that intentionally controlling our observed and consciously aware surroundings, in various ways not done by adults; once they become of a certain age to be taught that this would be pure fantasy and absurdity; indeed causes the ability to begin living in the fullness of the 5th dimension. This is a fancy way of saying hyperspace or the area that contains all of the parallel universes, as a result of the laws from the 7th dimension that is dreamed out and away from prior closed curve infinities, that in ways not yet addere4swsed in any of the mountainpen blogs, is the communicative and controlling tool of the gateway from all of the upline and downline universes, each one being complete with its own multiverse of virtually unlimited parallel ones, hence, creating the subatomic systems that exist on various frequency vibrations that then go onto separate individual single-songs or 'universes'. Yo0u guys are all finally beginning to catch on, and realize that the QM formulas from decades ago, prove all of the blogs of mountainpen and all of his claims, and indeed all along, from 'A' to 'Z'.
There are two powerful things that I feel humanly, need to be addressed to folks, as my blogs have been filled with this off and on, and now once and for all, I will capitalize the very letters that will print these two things. I speak from major personal experience, my own hell, and that of my my mother. This is the words from personal wisdom that commingle at the famous school of powerful hard knocks, a place if avoidable, I strongly urge folks to indeed do so. 1) If you happen to be a female, this first of two wisdom bites is for you, both genders will be effected by part two. If a man tells you he is married and promises to leave his wife, it is a lie, at least let me say that 99.999999% of the time, it will never happen, so you are just being used, in the case of my mom, she nearly committed suicide over such an experience back in 1976. Do you really want to buck odds like that? After-all, there are some kind of odds for anything, even the sun not ever rising again, but the figure would be some outlandish astronomical number somewhere around an octillion to one against the event, based on the life length of average stars similar to our sun, and possible cosmic disasters that could theoretically cause such a rare cosmic occurrence. 2) I do not care if it is your best friend, your loving kind grandmother, or some great person such as Pope, President, whatever; if you go into a business of any kind with anyone, get it done legally, in writing, at an attorney office, do it right, baby, and not tonight, forget the eighties music and songs, do it right, or it will end up as an SOS, more like a situation rather than a band.
Moving on, I need to thank my wonderful daughter. She said something that lets me know I need to stay and fight a while longer. I was planning to kill myself today, this Labor Day, and somehow she knew this. No more can safely be said about this. I do know one thing. Someone in the Camden County board of Education knows exactly what has happened to me from the minute that I entered the Haddon township High School of Westmont, New Jersey. Use your imagination on how I found this out. I will get this remedied somehow in time, and I will have justice, justice for all that has been done to me, you sick diseased slime maggots. Maybe I heard the thing correctly after-all, Doctor Cohen, you old brain washing ninny you. Where is Alan John Wolf when I really need him to admit the entire rotten dirty deal, turning checks into cash with magic markers in the middle nineteen-sixties?
Eric wanted to know what is preventing me from getting on with my life, a month ago. He was quite adamant about it, not seemingly able to understand any of my Tom Cruise excuses, Libyan Jets, or 1988 Copyrighted Epitome of Harassment cassette tapes. Two weeks ago tomorrow, in middle August, at a very apropos and interesting seasonal and calendrical time, I gave him something to Google-Up. I told him a simple thing was doing this, and just to Google up an old 1988 made documentary, and aired on WPIX-TV-CH-11, New york City, NYUSAESMWG, and he did so, and NOW UNDERSTANDS MY PERSONAL PLIGHT QUITE A BIT BETTER. Still, after this thing was said to me by my wonderful Scylla, SHE appeared in a quick flash in a recent dreaming-experience, and told me to go up on my workplace website. I did, and they have removed my photo from the long standing 3-move rotation. This was done right after I said that I can prove an ABDUCTION at the Hammonton Post Office area in the autumn of the year 2007. It does not matter, they cannot take my two passports away, or really the one, as the State Department stapled my old passport photo onto my new one. My Florida drivers license shows the recent photo. On top of that, I still notice the photo is up there, but now not in an obvious place. Viewers now must click around a while on the site, and eventually, there I am, misspelled name and all, as MARK is not spelled with a “C”. For the greatest RA on the planet to waste her time telling me this, first cleverly in something recently said right here in this world, and then finishing it up in a “dreaming-interaction”, tells me that this is not a small deal, and naturally it is not, as even a tiny snotty child, should be able to fully recognize this fact. Still, this leads me to bring up a topic not talked about in a few years to the best of my knowledge, on any of my blogs, and this being,m an event one afternoon, in Atco, New Jersey, USAESMWG, in the home and kitchen, of a local celebrity from the Philadelphia area, Sally Starr, known and loved by millions of her fans, initially for her great show for young kids, me being one of them at the time, called, “Popeye Theater”. She was attempting to do something that I hope someday to do, only my idea, no offense, supersedes hers by a million times, as it would restore the great music industry to its once extremely prosperous position, as long as I could get all of the major players, companies, artists, etcetera, to agree to license it, and allow me to retain a 1% fee for being the creator of this fantastic yet simple idea. Elder Hair, where are you now when I need you the most, old pal, after all, I never could have done all this great family genealogical research, only your great Cadillac star prophet travelers can, and they are obviously also behind the MOVER MOVEMENT. Still, is 1% too freaking mush to ask, after all that has been stolen from me through the years, or am I never meant to be Clariton Finally Free, David Frezell, Shelly West, and Shaniah Mark Twain of great city lights all dreamed from the mighty multiversal hyperspace???????? Yes there was Sally, in her kitchen, trying to call her friends at the great toy company, I believe it is called Mattel. The events were so supernatural that occurred around us, that her quoted words to me in that kitchen on that day were, “Mark, is it me, what the hell is going on here?” I of course knew, but had to keep my mouth shut. It is no different than talking all around Paula King and what she did to me on fireworks night in 1969 in Atlantic City. I can post MIB APOLOGY SONG on the U-TUBE, and make a few clever hints, but if I say to much, I lose my daughter forever, that is not a price I am willing to pay, I love you M, and always will. Still, the kitchen in Atco, in Sally's home, on that hot summer day in 1988, this was straight out of any of the best Patterson novels ever written, and I have seen the ones he has not written yet, there is a doozie coming out in 2012, and let me hope he does not kill me for saying that much. As for 2011 and 2012, well, unlike doctor Camping who will never admit to being wrong, I will. This was not A PITSY YEAR, and it no way even tried to follow the pattern of 1969-1980-1994. It has been nothing but a freaking washout disaster, and Irene had nothing to do with that soaking, YO. Be lucky up north that you did not see the best of her yet, or ever I suppose, yeah, what a feeling, strobelights and flashdances. Hay, I was wrong about 2011 being a good year for me, it has been a freaking CAPITOL NIGHTMARE CUBED. This has been a real CNC, business and the street, huh Richard Karpf, only without the “B” letter. Yes, Copyright Office, it sure has been many many days, and none of us ever knew how bad thongs would get, I did, I remembered, but I blocked it and many things out, so that I would not go totally insane. Who knows, maybe someday a blog will spring up from Atco, and be called “Secrets of Sally's Kitchen”, but if it does not include that wild day when Mountainpen was there and she was trying to promote her idea of the two weather dolls, Little boy and Little Girl, in their Latin weather names, well, it is quite incomplete. Am I correct here, Mildred Young, since my report was incomplete that day as well? Oh well, Christmas tree singing angels, Cooley Halls, and strange New Jersey schools,m are certainly no freaking stranger to Michael Wayne M-pen, or the recently dear departed Clyde Kline!!!!
They tried to kill me over the SARAH SONG in 1996, lovely empire ruler. Well, it was destined to be the theme song of the chemtrail, maybe the MOVERS are making their mission statement, lovely BEG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BYE-BYE 4 now.
END TRANSMISH FRO THE GREAT 86-FISH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN 2006-2011 ©
DATE AND TIME FILE: CH-0224-090511.725
BEGINNING TRANSMISSH FROM THE 86-GREAT FISH:
The ending of a Labor Day Holiday is here, Praise the gods. Yesterday, more chemtrailing, stayed home, kept the windows and blinds nice and shut. Fuck the world. Three days of aerial stopped today, as THEY know that 4+ normally kicks in heavy PC for me, and this does not stand for Political correctness, Paula King in an altered identity, or other numerous initial-PC things.
One of my favorite EW personalities, Mister Morgan Freeman, and my favorite movie staring this cool dude always being where he is God All mighty, and Jim Carey not only makes the moon come close to the Earth in it, but literally drops me onto the floor with uncontrolled laughter when he gets that spoon stuck in his mouth in the diner, not realizing it is all of his own volition, but yes, Mister Freeman, I know now that you and others do in fact understand some of the powerful hell that I indeed am suffering through with the great Paula King, I really jumped upon hearing the very last statement made by you that closed out the Discovery Channel documentary, made this recent year, on parallel universes, you do know what I face, thank you for being understanding, old friend. You see, my pal David thought it was just kids going back to a sandbox game, but we know differently. We know that intentionally controlling our observed and consciously aware surroundings, in various ways not done by adults; once they become of a certain age to be taught that this would be pure fantasy and absurdity; indeed causes the ability to begin living in the fullness of the 5th dimension. This is a fancy way of saying hyperspace or the area that contains all of the parallel universes, as a result of the laws from the 7th dimension that is dreamed out and away from prior closed curve infinities, that in ways not yet addere4swsed in any of the mountainpen blogs, is the communicative and controlling tool of the gateway from all of the upline and downline universes, each one being complete with its own multiverse of virtually unlimited parallel ones, hence, creating the subatomic systems that exist on various frequency vibrations that then go onto separate individual single-songs or 'universes'. Yo0u guys are all finally beginning to catch on, and realize that the QM formulas from decades ago, prove all of the blogs of mountainpen and all of his claims, and indeed all along, from 'A' to 'Z'.
There are two powerful things that I feel humanly, need to be addressed to folks, as my blogs have been filled with this off and on, and now once and for all, I will capitalize the very letters that will print these two things. I speak from major personal experience, my own hell, and that of my my mother. This is the words from personal wisdom that commingle at the famous school of powerful hard knocks, a place if avoidable, I strongly urge folks to indeed do so. 1) If you happen to be a female, this first of two wisdom bites is for you, both genders will be effected by part two. If a man tells you he is married and promises to leave his wife, it is a lie, at least let me say that 99.999999% of the time, it will never happen, so you are just being used, in the case of my mom, she nearly committed suicide over such an experience back in 1976. Do you really want to buck odds like that? After-all, there are some kind of odds for anything, even the sun not ever rising again, but the figure would be some outlandish astronomical number somewhere around an octillion to one against the event, based on the life length of average stars similar to our sun, and possible cosmic disasters that could theoretically cause such a rare cosmic occurrence. 2) I do not care if it is your best friend, your loving kind grandmother, or some great person such as Pope, President, whatever; if you go into a business of any kind with anyone, get it done legally, in writing, at an attorney office, do it right, baby, and not tonight, forget the eighties music and songs, do it right, or it will end up as an SOS, more like a situation rather than a band.
Moving on, I need to thank my wonderful daughter. She said something that lets me know I need to stay and fight a while longer. I was planning to kill myself today, this Labor Day, and somehow she knew this. No more can safely be said about this. I do know one thing. Someone in the Camden County board of Education knows exactly what has happened to me from the minute that I entered the Haddon township High School of Westmont, New Jersey. Use your imagination on how I found this out. I will get this remedied somehow in time, and I will have justice, justice for all that has been done to me, you sick diseased slime maggots. Maybe I heard the thing correctly after-all, Doctor Cohen, you old brain washing ninny you. Where is Alan John Wolf when I really need him to admit the entire rotten dirty deal, turning checks into cash with magic markers in the middle nineteen-sixties?
Eric wanted to know what is preventing me from getting on with my life, a month ago. He was quite adamant about it, not seemingly able to understand any of my Tom Cruise excuses, Libyan Jets, or 1988 Copyrighted Epitome of Harassment cassette tapes. Two weeks ago tomorrow, in middle August, at a very apropos and interesting seasonal and calendrical time, I gave him something to Google-Up. I told him a simple thing was doing this, and just to Google up an old 1988 made documentary, and aired on WPIX-TV-CH-11, New york City, NYUSAESMWG, and he did so, and NOW UNDERSTANDS MY PERSONAL PLIGHT QUITE A BIT BETTER. Still, after this thing was said to me by my wonderful Scylla, SHE appeared in a quick flash in a recent dreaming-experience, and told me to go up on my workplace website. I did, and they have removed my photo from the long standing 3-move rotation. This was done right after I said that I can prove an ABDUCTION at the Hammonton Post Office area in the autumn of the year 2007. It does not matter, they cannot take my two passports away, or really the one, as the State Department stapled my old passport photo onto my new one. My Florida drivers license shows the recent photo. On top of that, I still notice the photo is up there, but now not in an obvious place. Viewers now must click around a while on the site, and eventually, there I am, misspelled name and all, as MARK is not spelled with a “C”. For the greatest RA on the planet to waste her time telling me this, first cleverly in something recently said right here in this world, and then finishing it up in a “dreaming-interaction”, tells me that this is not a small deal, and naturally it is not, as even a tiny snotty child, should be able to fully recognize this fact. Still, this leads me to bring up a topic not talked about in a few years to the best of my knowledge, on any of my blogs, and this being,m an event one afternoon, in Atco, New Jersey, USAESMWG, in the home and kitchen, of a local celebrity from the Philadelphia area, Sally Starr, known and loved by millions of her fans, initially for her great show for young kids, me being one of them at the time, called, “Popeye Theater”. She was attempting to do something that I hope someday to do, only my idea, no offense, supersedes hers by a million times, as it would restore the great music industry to its once extremely prosperous position, as long as I could get all of the major players, companies, artists, etcetera, to agree to license it, and allow me to retain a 1% fee for being the creator of this fantastic yet simple idea. Elder Hair, where are you now when I need you the most, old pal, after all, I never could have done all this great family genealogical research, only your great Cadillac star prophet travelers can, and they are obviously also behind the MOVER MOVEMENT. Still, is 1% too freaking mush to ask, after all that has been stolen from me through the years, or am I never meant to be Clariton Finally Free, David Frezell, Shelly West, and Shaniah Mark Twain of great city lights all dreamed from the mighty multiversal hyperspace???????? Yes there was Sally, in her kitchen, trying to call her friends at the great toy company, I believe it is called Mattel. The events were so supernatural that occurred around us, that her quoted words to me in that kitchen on that day were, “Mark, is it me, what the hell is going on here?” I of course knew, but had to keep my mouth shut. It is no different than talking all around Paula King and what she did to me on fireworks night in 1969 in Atlantic City. I can post MIB APOLOGY SONG on the U-TUBE, and make a few clever hints, but if I say to much, I lose my daughter forever, that is not a price I am willing to pay, I love you M, and always will. Still, the kitchen in Atco, in Sally's home, on that hot summer day in 1988, this was straight out of any of the best Patterson novels ever written, and I have seen the ones he has not written yet, there is a doozie coming out in 2012, and let me hope he does not kill me for saying that much. As for 2011 and 2012, well, unlike doctor Camping who will never admit to being wrong, I will. This was not A PITSY YEAR, and it no way even tried to follow the pattern of 1969-1980-1994. It has been nothing but a freaking washout disaster, and Irene had nothing to do with that soaking, YO. Be lucky up north that you did not see the best of her yet, or ever I suppose, yeah, what a feeling, strobelights and flashdances. Hay, I was wrong about 2011 being a good year for me, it has been a freaking CAPITOL NIGHTMARE CUBED. This has been a real CNC, business and the street, huh Richard Karpf, only without the “B” letter. Yes, Copyright Office, it sure has been many many days, and none of us ever knew how bad thongs would get, I did, I remembered, but I blocked it and many things out, so that I would not go totally insane. Who knows, maybe someday a blog will spring up from Atco, and be called “Secrets of Sally's Kitchen”, but if it does not include that wild day when Mountainpen was there and she was trying to promote her idea of the two weather dolls, Little boy and Little Girl, in their Latin weather names, well, it is quite incomplete. Am I correct here, Mildred Young, since my report was incomplete that day as well? Oh well, Christmas tree singing angels, Cooley Halls, and strange New Jersey schools,m are certainly no freaking stranger to Michael Wayne M-pen, or the recently dear departed Clyde Kline!!!!
They tried to kill me over the SARAH SONG in 1996, lovely empire ruler. Well, it was destined to be the theme song of the chemtrail, maybe the MOVERS are making their mission statement, lovely BEG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BYE-BYE 4 now.
END TRANSMISH FRO THE GREAT 86-FISH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, September 3, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0223
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0223
HALF PAST THREE, SATURDAY HELLIDAY AFTERNOON
THE 3RD OF SEPTEMBER OF 2011
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM, 91 IF ALIVE, AND MAYBE, HUH SSA?
SUBTITLE NUMBER 4 TO THIS BLOG:
“THE DEATH OF MISTER KLINE, AND RESURRECTION
OF MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN”
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2296
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF RETRACED KLINE, MWM/MWM
2006-2011 ©
I am all through being intimidated and threatened by bullies. All my life I have caved in, this is why I am in Florida right now, piping hot in September, miserable, with all the worldly goods that took me a lifetime to collect, all gone. No more Donna Gaines to sing WHITE BOYS to me, and so much more. All my music is gone, all the things I had from photographs to audio and video stuff, gone forever, and then still I am left with so many of the negatives on top of that, evil and mean nasty people all over the northeast. For me, it is an endless lose-lose situation, and has been since I was old enough to get dropped on my head out on the street by my mother, accidentally or so she told me; and leaving me bruised and beginning something known by few as the HUNTINGTON-CURSE. I quit believing in the god of the bible a very long time ago, I know 100% with certainty that it is nothing but a huge balloon hoax, a not so polite way of putting it is to say that it's pure horseshit. People however, as my distant cuzz Heinz Gottwald, from the great New York Woody Guthrie Island; would say to my mom, honoring her on her 91st wherever she is hiding out in David Hayward Missouri somewhere, MISS NIXON; “Grace, religion is great for those who need it, I am all for it, as for me, I'm comfortable up here on the island, and have no need for such things”. Well, MOM/GRACE, whatever, Congressman Andrews and Albert Pileggi of 1975 and wherever I go you call my name, boom, crash, etcetera; the only difference is, “UNCLE-CUZZ” WHATEVER, I am just not as comfortable as you are, or were, as you now are stinky maggots in the ground, am I correct here, as bankers love perfection and correctness, right down to the penny.
I am under another aerial holiday mini-siege, yesterday at the local fort Pierce K-Mart-Winn Dixie shopping Center on Route Number One, here in town, FPFLUSAESMWG; I parked and was greeted by a roaring deafening aerial CRAFT of some kind, and it was CRASH LEVEL, AND ZENITHING MY POSITION, RIGHT TO THE GOTTWALD BANKERS PENNY. Today at the same area, across the street and up north a couple of blocks at my local Regis Philbin Bank of McCoy Money-Counters of the great Astral Plane Ricktown Manor, in the Olympian Province, far away from the great capitol city called SAHASRA DAL KANWAL; was a gigantic evil CHEMTRAIL. Now on both of these days, Friday and Saturday, other light sky trailing and spurious areal assaults were around me, but not quite as heavy, it slowly is building for the holiday, and for the Missourians and naysayers that will believe that air activity is naturally gonna' be picking up due to holiday travel, I know the difference between what should be in the skies above me and practically over my head and literally stalking and persecuting me, verses what should not be up there. You think and believe whatever you want to, I know one very mean person that will, despite my knowing for a fact that he knows better and has indeed witnessed stuff that is not quite cricket around me, but that is indeed the way it goes. As long as I speak in indefinite terms, I have every legal right to my blogs, my opinions, and my attorney, doctor Jack is advising me on what I am able to print and not print, so sue away, anybody, feel more than free. Just do not communicate with me any more, I do not need the intimidation, so if you wanna' do something, then do it, as I am staying within my rights, under the law, and hereby declare today,. This 91st birthday of my Doctor Hayward Nixon mother, that a death has occurred, and it is a man named Clyde Linton Clyde. MOUNTAINPEN is back, and has the right to speak, as long as he does not say things that are illegal. I told the Social Security Office back in 2006 or 2007 somewhere there about, that my mother is alive and well and living in Missouri, or someone else sure is and is impersonating her, and they ignored me and would not do anything. “Then we wonder why the government is so screwed up”, if I can quote my wonderful great daughter, Doctor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The other thing that she told me on the first day of summer in 2008, in the corner of that bizarre home, was that a huge set up happened, and that my wonderful mom as well as hers, were all in on it. Gee, it took me a long time to pull that from my memory, oh well, as you would so fittingly say here, Sir BRUCE.
Well, great Donna Whiteboys, if you can sing about these glistening poisons back in 1989, then so can I. Why not have a theme song for one of U-Tube's favorite subjects, and let the lyrics tell a few hidden secrets, YO? It's in the works as I speak peeps. Don't kill me, Jimmy, Callisurdo, Callio, Stroemeyer, I'm all ready as dead as Barnabas and Roseann will ever be, and this HC lasts for a very long time. Still, what the fuck is time to somebody that knows so many of the MOVERS? Stayers and Movers are a normal class of entities on this PHASE-3 human waking tangible caporial world. The ratio is about a million to one, with naturally, lots more STAYERS than MOVERS. Still, we all live here, and do our thing, with no help from doctor Cocalay and his dream-world casinos. Still, how could I have known about MI daughter, how could I have known before JIMMY came out on television and admitted through the back door just how hard indeed it is to kill peeps like me who are scanned continually by future forces, armed with powerful atomic lasers that can recreate anything from any place? Jane Fonda Lottery winners of Florida are knocking on the inverted 7 and 9 digit door, right Detective Lenny Briscoe? Age 14 and age 41, Ellie and Helen, and then what really is my excuse for all of your non-chemtrailed vanilla skies of the jet fighter squadrons, Tom Cruise? So what did happen, REALLY, to me when I fell mother fucking asleep and woke up on the night of AUGUST 15, 1986? Is anybody getting sick and tired of the date of August 15, 1986? Someone sure hacked the fuck out of my blog from a few past blogs ago, talking about the hit on my life on August 2nd, ten years later; and even I do not remember the details of what really was correctly typed, only that some HACKER, MISTER MCDOWELL, FUCKED IT ALL UP, FOR THE ENTIRE WORLD TO GO UP AND READ AND SEE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My mother fucking civil rights mean as much to this government as do the collective maggots of both Agnes Moorehead and Elizabeth Montgomery, with or without the loud Harley Bikes, gear changes, and dream riders!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, at least we are not discussing “Existors of the Multiverse”.
If only these cock sucking rat bastards would just leave me the shit ass hell alone, I would not do these blogs, why can't they get that, fucking YYYYYYYYYYYYYY????????????????, JIMMY? You used to tell me so many things that nobody knew, just you. Now I understand YYYYYYYYYYY UUUUUUUUUUUUU had to get my mom aside, with your friend Elsie, go up to the freaking diner in 1989, and have that secret rap session, so you were in on the secret too, wow, what a bunch of friends and associates I have in my wild collection of mystery and madness straight from DOGTOWN. The quintessential unfathomable, would be one way of summing this all up, or I could say simpler, what a freaking motley crew? Why does the great Astral Plane never stop killing me, Mister Patterson, with all these mighty combination of “MC” initials? Add them up and we have the age of Scylla, HER endless age is 16. Still, there must be so much more to all of this, and I know I'll figure it out, perhaps with a little more help from so many of my great EW friends, right John Lennon, old pal? Sorry if this made you hate me and go so crazy back in 1980, old Philly record promoter, William Leonard McKinnon. I never ever mean to hurt anybody, but these wonderful peeps sure do mean to hurt me.
Death Androids-Angels, Fonda Sleaze Clock Attacks, Noise Attacks, Neighbors, Fire Alarm Bullshit, Aerial Attacks, Job Work Attacks, Boss Attacks; it seems I am just A NO FUCKING GOOD ROTTEN SON OF A COCK SUCKING SEA SNAKE SNITCH, CAPABLE OF DOING NOTHING GOOD NOR RIGHT, & ONLY OF CAUSING UPSET AND TROUBLE WHEREVER I GO, AND SOMEONE TO BE HATED. Well move over Doctor David Hayward, as we need to team up and start our own fucking fan club, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You and me are just too very misunderstood peeps; so tell Aggie-N that I said this, as she will understand all of the nuances and implications involved, I promise you that, MO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh this lovely MILITUFORCE OTAMMITE army straight from HELL, (DOGTOWN). What should I do, find Bobby Vandegrift and then drive over to Mickey-D-Showers and punch old Ronald again, as he did so long ago? sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!!! So funny, huh Sheila Hair Franklin. MAGNESONIC, you know that you gotta' do what you gotta' do, there ain't no Miss Chillie Millionth-Council doubt about this 601, be it my street address, or Lenny's Citizens Band Radio call number, Dog, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gimme' a fwuckin' bweak, DUH!!!!
All I ever wanted out of life was to be understood, and not hated for being different. Most of what has happened to me was not ever instigated by me. Paula King is the main player, and there are plenty of other players, and here is YYYYYYYYYY this claim is being made by me, THIS IS THE VERY GOOD REASON: My building was named in NYNY and destroyed, CBS and the purple autumns and my 1969 song a few months back, right, sure, just coincidental and unintentional, and then there is the ZIGGIE, ZIGGY HELLO HOT IN THE 90'S POLLUTION FUCKING COMMERCIAL, Mister Marcucci and his great adolescent wisdom from the gods only know where, Salana Dada and her Hoffa Beach Ghosts, stalked and followed ever since 1969 wherever I went, played and messed with on radio and television continually, also since 1969 right through p[resent times, so I ask you out here, what would you think about all of this. Then comes the great White-Boy lover, in some other persona, putting all this bullshit of me out to the Aquarius Records, and admitting on my blog comment space that he went out to California and made a fortune on me and my blog, just how I do not know? How would any of you like all of this mother fucking bullshit to have happened to either yourself, or someone who that you love, a parent, a sibling, a child, whatever Robert A of Oak Street. FISA must have seen my address book when they broke into my trailer back early this century and lost their fucking mind. Well, you had no mother fucking business coming in there, and no law or court gave you the mother fucking right to break all of electronic stuff, even butt wipe DICK WOLF can tell you that much, with or without Trout Lanes, Florida futures, lovely blond Serena girls, or Presidential Hopeful's.
YOU CAN ALL FUCKING BURN IN HELL; AND THAT IS MY RIGHT TO SAY ON THIS MOTHER FUCKING INTERNET, AS NOBODY HAS A GUN TO YOUR HEAD; THAT IS FORCING YOU TO READ ANY OF THIS. DON'T LIKE IT, WELL THEN TUNE IT OUT YA' SICK ASS BASTARDS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE MEDICAL PEEPS THAT WILL GO TO COURT AND SWEAR THAT I NEED THE THERAPY OF THIS BLOGGING. IT IS BETTER THAN KILLING A BUNCH OF ROTTEN PRICKS, WHO HAVE ALL WRONGED ME SO BADLY; AND I WOULD LOVE TO DO THAT, BELIEVE ME. YOU TWISTED DISEASED MOTHER FUCKERS, grow up, if you wanna'; hurt me so bad, then expect a verbal counter-attack, cock suckers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not quite as resourceful as you are, L-the THIRD, so surf on my BRO, surf on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANSHHHH, FROM THE GREATEST 86-FISH, YO.
HALF PAST THREE, SATURDAY HELLIDAY AFTERNOON
THE 3RD OF SEPTEMBER OF 2011
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM, 91 IF ALIVE, AND MAYBE, HUH SSA?
SUBTITLE NUMBER 4 TO THIS BLOG:
“THE DEATH OF MISTER KLINE, AND RESURRECTION
OF MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN”
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2296
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF RETRACED KLINE, MWM/MWM
2006-2011 ©
I am all through being intimidated and threatened by bullies. All my life I have caved in, this is why I am in Florida right now, piping hot in September, miserable, with all the worldly goods that took me a lifetime to collect, all gone. No more Donna Gaines to sing WHITE BOYS to me, and so much more. All my music is gone, all the things I had from photographs to audio and video stuff, gone forever, and then still I am left with so many of the negatives on top of that, evil and mean nasty people all over the northeast. For me, it is an endless lose-lose situation, and has been since I was old enough to get dropped on my head out on the street by my mother, accidentally or so she told me; and leaving me bruised and beginning something known by few as the HUNTINGTON-CURSE. I quit believing in the god of the bible a very long time ago, I know 100% with certainty that it is nothing but a huge balloon hoax, a not so polite way of putting it is to say that it's pure horseshit. People however, as my distant cuzz Heinz Gottwald, from the great New York Woody Guthrie Island; would say to my mom, honoring her on her 91st wherever she is hiding out in David Hayward Missouri somewhere, MISS NIXON; “Grace, religion is great for those who need it, I am all for it, as for me, I'm comfortable up here on the island, and have no need for such things”. Well, MOM/GRACE, whatever, Congressman Andrews and Albert Pileggi of 1975 and wherever I go you call my name, boom, crash, etcetera; the only difference is, “UNCLE-CUZZ” WHATEVER, I am just not as comfortable as you are, or were, as you now are stinky maggots in the ground, am I correct here, as bankers love perfection and correctness, right down to the penny.
I am under another aerial holiday mini-siege, yesterday at the local fort Pierce K-Mart-Winn Dixie shopping Center on Route Number One, here in town, FPFLUSAESMWG; I parked and was greeted by a roaring deafening aerial CRAFT of some kind, and it was CRASH LEVEL, AND ZENITHING MY POSITION, RIGHT TO THE GOTTWALD BANKERS PENNY. Today at the same area, across the street and up north a couple of blocks at my local Regis Philbin Bank of McCoy Money-Counters of the great Astral Plane Ricktown Manor, in the Olympian Province, far away from the great capitol city called SAHASRA DAL KANWAL; was a gigantic evil CHEMTRAIL. Now on both of these days, Friday and Saturday, other light sky trailing and spurious areal assaults were around me, but not quite as heavy, it slowly is building for the holiday, and for the Missourians and naysayers that will believe that air activity is naturally gonna' be picking up due to holiday travel, I know the difference between what should be in the skies above me and practically over my head and literally stalking and persecuting me, verses what should not be up there. You think and believe whatever you want to, I know one very mean person that will, despite my knowing for a fact that he knows better and has indeed witnessed stuff that is not quite cricket around me, but that is indeed the way it goes. As long as I speak in indefinite terms, I have every legal right to my blogs, my opinions, and my attorney, doctor Jack is advising me on what I am able to print and not print, so sue away, anybody, feel more than free. Just do not communicate with me any more, I do not need the intimidation, so if you wanna' do something, then do it, as I am staying within my rights, under the law, and hereby declare today,. This 91st birthday of my Doctor Hayward Nixon mother, that a death has occurred, and it is a man named Clyde Linton Clyde. MOUNTAINPEN is back, and has the right to speak, as long as he does not say things that are illegal. I told the Social Security Office back in 2006 or 2007 somewhere there about, that my mother is alive and well and living in Missouri, or someone else sure is and is impersonating her, and they ignored me and would not do anything. “Then we wonder why the government is so screwed up”, if I can quote my wonderful great daughter, Doctor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The other thing that she told me on the first day of summer in 2008, in the corner of that bizarre home, was that a huge set up happened, and that my wonderful mom as well as hers, were all in on it. Gee, it took me a long time to pull that from my memory, oh well, as you would so fittingly say here, Sir BRUCE.
Well, great Donna Whiteboys, if you can sing about these glistening poisons back in 1989, then so can I. Why not have a theme song for one of U-Tube's favorite subjects, and let the lyrics tell a few hidden secrets, YO? It's in the works as I speak peeps. Don't kill me, Jimmy, Callisurdo, Callio, Stroemeyer, I'm all ready as dead as Barnabas and Roseann will ever be, and this HC lasts for a very long time. Still, what the fuck is time to somebody that knows so many of the MOVERS? Stayers and Movers are a normal class of entities on this PHASE-3 human waking tangible caporial world. The ratio is about a million to one, with naturally, lots more STAYERS than MOVERS. Still, we all live here, and do our thing, with no help from doctor Cocalay and his dream-world casinos. Still, how could I have known about MI daughter, how could I have known before JIMMY came out on television and admitted through the back door just how hard indeed it is to kill peeps like me who are scanned continually by future forces, armed with powerful atomic lasers that can recreate anything from any place? Jane Fonda Lottery winners of Florida are knocking on the inverted 7 and 9 digit door, right Detective Lenny Briscoe? Age 14 and age 41, Ellie and Helen, and then what really is my excuse for all of your non-chemtrailed vanilla skies of the jet fighter squadrons, Tom Cruise? So what did happen, REALLY, to me when I fell mother fucking asleep and woke up on the night of AUGUST 15, 1986? Is anybody getting sick and tired of the date of August 15, 1986? Someone sure hacked the fuck out of my blog from a few past blogs ago, talking about the hit on my life on August 2nd, ten years later; and even I do not remember the details of what really was correctly typed, only that some HACKER, MISTER MCDOWELL, FUCKED IT ALL UP, FOR THE ENTIRE WORLD TO GO UP AND READ AND SEE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My mother fucking civil rights mean as much to this government as do the collective maggots of both Agnes Moorehead and Elizabeth Montgomery, with or without the loud Harley Bikes, gear changes, and dream riders!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, at least we are not discussing “Existors of the Multiverse”.
If only these cock sucking rat bastards would just leave me the shit ass hell alone, I would not do these blogs, why can't they get that, fucking YYYYYYYYYYYYYY????????????????, JIMMY? You used to tell me so many things that nobody knew, just you. Now I understand YYYYYYYYYYY UUUUUUUUUUUUU had to get my mom aside, with your friend Elsie, go up to the freaking diner in 1989, and have that secret rap session, so you were in on the secret too, wow, what a bunch of friends and associates I have in my wild collection of mystery and madness straight from DOGTOWN. The quintessential unfathomable, would be one way of summing this all up, or I could say simpler, what a freaking motley crew? Why does the great Astral Plane never stop killing me, Mister Patterson, with all these mighty combination of “MC” initials? Add them up and we have the age of Scylla, HER endless age is 16. Still, there must be so much more to all of this, and I know I'll figure it out, perhaps with a little more help from so many of my great EW friends, right John Lennon, old pal? Sorry if this made you hate me and go so crazy back in 1980, old Philly record promoter, William Leonard McKinnon. I never ever mean to hurt anybody, but these wonderful peeps sure do mean to hurt me.
Death Androids-Angels, Fonda Sleaze Clock Attacks, Noise Attacks, Neighbors, Fire Alarm Bullshit, Aerial Attacks, Job Work Attacks, Boss Attacks; it seems I am just A NO FUCKING GOOD ROTTEN SON OF A COCK SUCKING SEA SNAKE SNITCH, CAPABLE OF DOING NOTHING GOOD NOR RIGHT, & ONLY OF CAUSING UPSET AND TROUBLE WHEREVER I GO, AND SOMEONE TO BE HATED. Well move over Doctor David Hayward, as we need to team up and start our own fucking fan club, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You and me are just too very misunderstood peeps; so tell Aggie-N that I said this, as she will understand all of the nuances and implications involved, I promise you that, MO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh this lovely MILITUFORCE OTAMMITE army straight from HELL, (DOGTOWN). What should I do, find Bobby Vandegrift and then drive over to Mickey-D-Showers and punch old Ronald again, as he did so long ago? sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!!! So funny, huh Sheila Hair Franklin. MAGNESONIC, you know that you gotta' do what you gotta' do, there ain't no Miss Chillie Millionth-Council doubt about this 601, be it my street address, or Lenny's Citizens Band Radio call number, Dog, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gimme' a fwuckin' bweak, DUH!!!!
All I ever wanted out of life was to be understood, and not hated for being different. Most of what has happened to me was not ever instigated by me. Paula King is the main player, and there are plenty of other players, and here is YYYYYYYYYY this claim is being made by me, THIS IS THE VERY GOOD REASON: My building was named in NYNY and destroyed, CBS and the purple autumns and my 1969 song a few months back, right, sure, just coincidental and unintentional, and then there is the ZIGGIE, ZIGGY HELLO HOT IN THE 90'S POLLUTION FUCKING COMMERCIAL, Mister Marcucci and his great adolescent wisdom from the gods only know where, Salana Dada and her Hoffa Beach Ghosts, stalked and followed ever since 1969 wherever I went, played and messed with on radio and television continually, also since 1969 right through p[resent times, so I ask you out here, what would you think about all of this. Then comes the great White-Boy lover, in some other persona, putting all this bullshit of me out to the Aquarius Records, and admitting on my blog comment space that he went out to California and made a fortune on me and my blog, just how I do not know? How would any of you like all of this mother fucking bullshit to have happened to either yourself, or someone who that you love, a parent, a sibling, a child, whatever Robert A of Oak Street. FISA must have seen my address book when they broke into my trailer back early this century and lost their fucking mind. Well, you had no mother fucking business coming in there, and no law or court gave you the mother fucking right to break all of electronic stuff, even butt wipe DICK WOLF can tell you that much, with or without Trout Lanes, Florida futures, lovely blond Serena girls, or Presidential Hopeful's.
YOU CAN ALL FUCKING BURN IN HELL; AND THAT IS MY RIGHT TO SAY ON THIS MOTHER FUCKING INTERNET, AS NOBODY HAS A GUN TO YOUR HEAD; THAT IS FORCING YOU TO READ ANY OF THIS. DON'T LIKE IT, WELL THEN TUNE IT OUT YA' SICK ASS BASTARDS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE MEDICAL PEEPS THAT WILL GO TO COURT AND SWEAR THAT I NEED THE THERAPY OF THIS BLOGGING. IT IS BETTER THAN KILLING A BUNCH OF ROTTEN PRICKS, WHO HAVE ALL WRONGED ME SO BADLY; AND I WOULD LOVE TO DO THAT, BELIEVE ME. YOU TWISTED DISEASED MOTHER FUCKERS, grow up, if you wanna'; hurt me so bad, then expect a verbal counter-attack, cock suckers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not quite as resourceful as you are, L-the THIRD, so surf on my BRO, surf on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANSHHHH, FROM THE GREATEST 86-FISH, YO.
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