SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0256
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR”
“AND AGAIN I TOLD YOU, GIANT GINA OF THE EMPIRE”
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, 2006-2011
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
As I said, Gina, as well as all Morians and Lessians, and Inbetweenians; torment and persecute me with sickness and noise attacks, aerial attacks, and endless PAWM-PIE-ETTOS HOLOGRAM ATTACKS, and this EVIL FUCKING EMPIRE, has but one direction to go, and that is UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All week long, their evil STOCK MARJET flew up higher and higher, closing near 12 thousand 3 hundred points today, Friday. Their CHEMTRAILS poisoned me and made me very ill, I may not live, I AM VERY SICK. If I die, I WAS FUCKING MURDERED BY THE MILITARY AND GOVERNMENT, MISTER MICHGAEL MOORE. I do not hear anything any longer about your great group, I new I, should have stayed out of it and kept my MOTHER FUCKING CUNT LAPPING MOUTH SHUT. THIS IS THE FYUCKING BULLSHIT I ALWAYS GET AS A RESYULT OF INTENSE PRAYER AND ASKING THE POWERFUL JEHOVAH FOR HER HELP, IT IS A VERY OLD SONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The tune is very familiar, and ancient as Aramaic itself, Lois.
Told you the Phillies would blow out, and the markets would go endlessly up, despite all the fucking scardy cats that panic every time the illegal Wall Street criminals put money in their pockets by driving the shit down and taking profits, and then just buying back, OVER AND OVER AND OVER, it is the totally crookedest game in fucking town; and the “poor-99” still want to invest their ball busted little savings in rip off retirement plans, wow; if this is not the 'epitome of stupidity', to quote the late fucking great DAVID CHARLES ROTH, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Most likely, I will be fucking dead by sometime next week, and then the entire EVIL EMPIRE WILL TOTALLY FUCKING COLLAPSE. When this wicked disease no longer has me to use ICPE against, there will be no way of gaining any more crooked points on their cheated game called the DJIA-ICPE. Interest rates went to zero, and then they even charge you to hold your money now, but this will not be enough, this capitalist pig world will totally fall apart once I am fucking gone and they cannot use me any longer to get their mother fucking way, dog.
I knew things were 'reale' fucking bad this morning around shy of noon, when I awakened from a powerful EGG HARBOR, NEW JERSEY DREAMING-INTERACTION, something that has not happened top me in 5 years or so now, PTL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The details are unbloggable, involving my two dauts. Florida was connected into it, and a large news truck was stalking and following me, driving very fast and erratically, is seemed to be filled with many newspapers, and a weird looking driver. Later when it crashed, the driver told me in dying words, that Paula King paid him to do it, and that McGuire Paid the other dude in 1996 at Turnersville. Then the two men appeared next to each other, and began merging into one man. Only my mother saw the wild terrorist in 1996 that said he was going to fucking kill me, I did not; despite the misleading Washington Township Police Department making a false report and reversing what I had told them. And this fucking world wonders why I DO NOT TRUST A SINGLE ASS FUCKING SOUL? SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANSMISSION 4 NOW, LOTS MORE SUPER SHIT TO TELL!!!
Friday, October 28, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0255
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0255
ENTRY DATFILE: SUPPLEMENTAL
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
AT&T, GIANT GINA & GIANT PIPES UNDER FLOORS
START OF THIS BWOG, ELMER FWUDD:
This will be a short and sweet one. First, I told you Giant Gina, and all others who read these bwogs, whaaaaaa, that hurting me and putting me through hell, has a powerful 90-100 percent paralleling event that puts the STOCK PRICES HIGHER AND HIGHER ON WALL STREET IN MANHATTAN. This all started in the middle nineteen eighties, just as the poisonous chemtrails began in the later eighties.
What would Hollywood do without me folks, you either know the answer to this, or you are a quintessential fool, and this answer is to GO BROKE!
I may not recover from this latest chemtrail attack, I am quite ill, and others around me are getting ill as well. Peeps working with me tell me they are getting pains in their hearts, they are coughing badly, and it is getting worse on as daily basis. We are being murdered and poisoned by WOMO enemies, and the FEDS either do not give a fuck, or else, they are simply giving their blessing and bail out permissions, to the few hundred families, who own us all; and who have sold us all out, MISTER MICHAEL MOORE, YO!
I TOLD YOU ALL THAT THE STOCK MARKET WOULD REACH 12 THOUSAND POINTS. I TOLD YOU ALL, SO WHO IS LAUGHING NOW, CALL-ATT-10-OAKLAND-KALI?
They have ruined many families, these owner-families, and anyone who speaks the truth is labeled a whack job, wow, talk about a license to commit murder. What are you up to these days, Selena Dada? Has Jimmy appeared to you yet on the beaches of sand sweeping Atlantic City? Have the little micro crawlers invaded the entire 6th dimension, or what? Obviously, GAWKY knows these answers, and perhaps a couple of Pat's. So how am I the mysterious one? Blame Lisa for everything, not me. She does the dirty work, then turns around, and makes it appear that innocent peeps did shit; the gods, what a HO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So sorry you cannot talk the way you used to Sarah Santa Callio Clause, but this world is rapidly changing, as the I-Ching says it must. But Gawky tends to be a lot more code breaking specific than Mister IC. 401 Virginia McGettigan Avenue, wow, horseman Bill, how crooked is the system in that wonderful city, oh I forgot, you all ready experienced that whittle interaction back in the freggin' nineteen sixties, dog. No wonder the World Labs Code broke up the phone Company in the mighty 1986 minus three, the atomic number, proton, electron, neutron. Then there is the flat surface illusion in the hypersphere, where 6 opposing directions convert into 4, but are these Bills horses, or the great winds that blow?
By Friday, Dow Jones, 12,400.
By next Friday, it will be 12,900.
By the end of November, it will be 13,700.
By the end of 2012, it will be 15,000 points.
MARK MY MOTHER FUCKING WORDS, AS THEY ARE TORTURING AND KILLING ME. Let me prove to you that this EVIL EMPIRE means none of us little ,99% nobody-folks, one bit of good.
Why as their great markets rise, so does gasoline, doubling from prices of 20 months ago?
Why is unemployment not going down if this great Wall Street is gaining and gaining, if this is good for us, and not just fucking them?
Why are we all feeling the pinch worse every day and year, us little 99-folks, and yet the markets keep going UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, why, if this is good for us?
Michael Wayne Mountainpen, and Michael Moore, both know these answers, so how many out here of you know them too, YO?
As long as we have the 'PATS' and their 'PARLORS', we cannot hope to have a Jimmy Hoffa ghost of a chance to ever make things better for us, unless we use, as I said yesterday, the great MT, THE MORIANITY TRILOGY, YO? Yes, if Trump is in the Tower, big girl, are the Pats in the Parlor? I mean, if anyone really thinks that the opening of that song more than 25 years ago, could have been somehow preplanned by me, then why aren't I in control; of my own destiny now today? WAKE UP FOLKS, how can you stand that coffee stench all over your house? It is all on the blogs from the tail end of the oh-7 year, through right now, it is non disputable, and they know this, so they get dick heads to say nasty things, DUH. *******THIS BLOG ENDS*******
ENTRY DATFILE: SUPPLEMENTAL
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
AT&T, GIANT GINA & GIANT PIPES UNDER FLOORS
START OF THIS BWOG, ELMER FWUDD:
This will be a short and sweet one. First, I told you Giant Gina, and all others who read these bwogs, whaaaaaa, that hurting me and putting me through hell, has a powerful 90-100 percent paralleling event that puts the STOCK PRICES HIGHER AND HIGHER ON WALL STREET IN MANHATTAN. This all started in the middle nineteen eighties, just as the poisonous chemtrails began in the later eighties.
What would Hollywood do without me folks, you either know the answer to this, or you are a quintessential fool, and this answer is to GO BROKE!
I may not recover from this latest chemtrail attack, I am quite ill, and others around me are getting ill as well. Peeps working with me tell me they are getting pains in their hearts, they are coughing badly, and it is getting worse on as daily basis. We are being murdered and poisoned by WOMO enemies, and the FEDS either do not give a fuck, or else, they are simply giving their blessing and bail out permissions, to the few hundred families, who own us all; and who have sold us all out, MISTER MICHAEL MOORE, YO!
I TOLD YOU ALL THAT THE STOCK MARKET WOULD REACH 12 THOUSAND POINTS. I TOLD YOU ALL, SO WHO IS LAUGHING NOW, CALL-ATT-10-OAKLAND-KALI?
They have ruined many families, these owner-families, and anyone who speaks the truth is labeled a whack job, wow, talk about a license to commit murder. What are you up to these days, Selena Dada? Has Jimmy appeared to you yet on the beaches of sand sweeping Atlantic City? Have the little micro crawlers invaded the entire 6th dimension, or what? Obviously, GAWKY knows these answers, and perhaps a couple of Pat's. So how am I the mysterious one? Blame Lisa for everything, not me. She does the dirty work, then turns around, and makes it appear that innocent peeps did shit; the gods, what a HO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So sorry you cannot talk the way you used to Sarah Santa Callio Clause, but this world is rapidly changing, as the I-Ching says it must. But Gawky tends to be a lot more code breaking specific than Mister IC. 401 Virginia McGettigan Avenue, wow, horseman Bill, how crooked is the system in that wonderful city, oh I forgot, you all ready experienced that whittle interaction back in the freggin' nineteen sixties, dog. No wonder the World Labs Code broke up the phone Company in the mighty 1986 minus three, the atomic number, proton, electron, neutron. Then there is the flat surface illusion in the hypersphere, where 6 opposing directions convert into 4, but are these Bills horses, or the great winds that blow?
By Friday, Dow Jones, 12,400.
By next Friday, it will be 12,900.
By the end of November, it will be 13,700.
By the end of 2012, it will be 15,000 points.
MARK MY MOTHER FUCKING WORDS, AS THEY ARE TORTURING AND KILLING ME. Let me prove to you that this EVIL EMPIRE means none of us little ,99% nobody-folks, one bit of good.
Why as their great markets rise, so does gasoline, doubling from prices of 20 months ago?
Why is unemployment not going down if this great Wall Street is gaining and gaining, if this is good for us, and not just fucking them?
Why are we all feeling the pinch worse every day and year, us little 99-folks, and yet the markets keep going UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, why, if this is good for us?
Michael Wayne Mountainpen, and Michael Moore, both know these answers, so how many out here of you know them too, YO?
As long as we have the 'PATS' and their 'PARLORS', we cannot hope to have a Jimmy Hoffa ghost of a chance to ever make things better for us, unless we use, as I said yesterday, the great MT, THE MORIANITY TRILOGY, YO? Yes, if Trump is in the Tower, big girl, are the Pats in the Parlor? I mean, if anyone really thinks that the opening of that song more than 25 years ago, could have been somehow preplanned by me, then why aren't I in control; of my own destiny now today? WAKE UP FOLKS, how can you stand that coffee stench all over your house? It is all on the blogs from the tail end of the oh-7 year, through right now, it is non disputable, and they know this, so they get dick heads to say nasty things, DUH. *******THIS BLOG ENDS*******
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0254
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0254
WORLD LABS DATFILE: 102511.805
TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO-1995
SUBTITLE FOUR: “AT LEAST I DID NOT FLOOD IT ALL, STEVE J.”
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN-(C) 2006-2011
TUESDAY FREAKING EVENING ON THE WORST YEAR OF MY
EMEREFING LIFE, AND NOW I
BEGIN TRANSMISSION:
Well, when WOMO enemies tried to due me in using my mother fucking medical weakness against me over the weekend, the DOW JONES did hit 12K, but my blog from Monday eventually kicked in for today and did some damage to this EVIL MICHAEL MOORE EMPIRE!!!!!!
Mike, old pal. I went up here a month ago and told my small blogaud as I call it, 'readers' who for the most part hate my living mother fucking guts, but since you have credibility and know how to make peeps fucking respond to this nightmare, sir, that I know fully well that you are cognizant of the full importance behind all this horrendous evil shit; so perhaps, you can get this new movement off to a better start and eventually do the magical things. Yes, I enjoyed seeing your interview on the TV the other night, and I'm behind you and TRUTH, until I draw my last mother fucking breath of my miserable ass life, YO.
If you would read my blogs old buddy, and realize how powerful the GAWNUM is, as well as the WALL STREET ICPE parlor trick, that I PROVED WORKS IN OTHER SO-CALLED IMPOSSIBLE THINGS SUCH AS 8 MONTHS OF CONSISTANT ROULETTE WINNING BACK IN 1986, and also, yes, turkey knives and countries too, EM, or ELECTRONIC-METAPHYSICS; taking these three things in freaking tandem, is indeed the secret weapon that this OCCUPATION is going to need to use, or it will not withstand or defeat this totally EVIL EMPUIRE, from which I have been a major victim of their unspeakable monstrous devices for three-five decades of time now, in my present form as Mark Wayne Mohr!!!!!!!! Now Mike sir, I am not one bit sad about the Mexican Earthquake back in 1985, nor Turkey after they almost covertly murdered me by cutting off my medications over the weekend. What these diseased power-monger fucking bastards refuse to accept, is that I have powers of my own, through knowledge, virtual wizardry beyond Harry Potter or any of Marne Callio Botbar and her friends; can dream of from now through the 64 Terra-Year cycle of the endless circulating hypersphere. Mike old pal. Take this movement that I know only two well what started it all, and do a Billy Graham He is Calling on this, you have more than my blessing, as I can do nothing, as the 'Chosen Huntington', I also twin out as the Cursed Man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But you will need the power of the Morian Trilogy, and once again, this is EM, Gawnum, and ICPE, this ICPE is the abbreviated letters for INTENTIONALLY-CREATED PARALLEL EVENT. My 6+ years of blogging, tells the entire story, Mister Moore, [please read it carefully, and have this great wonderful movement use it as a guide. With the MT, you will find the missing ingredient to accomplish your wonderful aspiring goals. Without it, I doubt it has much chance, believe me, I know this because I know how powerful it truly is. If I could have just convinced one person with clout throughout my blogging nightmare career, and to show them that we could have shorted the entire 30 Industrial Dow Stocks, and driven it down to 1000 points again where it belongs, or 2000 tops; simply by putting me into a safe place of luxury, and giving me the simple pleasures I want, and then permitting the parallel event to happen, that ultimately would fully totally fucking doom this empire forever, so that all of these evil wicked wealthy diseased pricks would fall into the hell fires where they fucking belong for what they have done to me, now, and all the way back to the sixties, with or without crying teary eyed Indian Chiefs on rowboats, or songs posted on U-TUBE. This is all very real Michael Moore, old pal, If you put my GAWNUM ion software, as I give anyone permission to do as long as they do not steal and profit on it by selling it without paying me a rightful percentage; but use it, and see how right I am. Ask it all the questions you need, regarding this new great movement, and know, that I'm freaking behind all of you 100%. You are my only ticket out of this hellish freaking nightmare!!!!!!!! I am not one bit saddened by any misery caused by my EM counterattacks, as innocent by standers are always a product of war, and I did not initiate this fucking war, it was totally thrust upon me folks, YO. At least I never flooded the world, and now, THIS BLOG TRANSMISSION TERMINATES, PEEPS! BYE-BYE!!!!!
WORLD LABS DATFILE: 102511.805
TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO-1995
SUBTITLE FOUR: “AT LEAST I DID NOT FLOOD IT ALL, STEVE J.”
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN-(C) 2006-2011
TUESDAY FREAKING EVENING ON THE WORST YEAR OF MY
EMEREFING LIFE, AND NOW I
BEGIN TRANSMISSION:
Well, when WOMO enemies tried to due me in using my mother fucking medical weakness against me over the weekend, the DOW JONES did hit 12K, but my blog from Monday eventually kicked in for today and did some damage to this EVIL MICHAEL MOORE EMPIRE!!!!!!
Mike, old pal. I went up here a month ago and told my small blogaud as I call it, 'readers' who for the most part hate my living mother fucking guts, but since you have credibility and know how to make peeps fucking respond to this nightmare, sir, that I know fully well that you are cognizant of the full importance behind all this horrendous evil shit; so perhaps, you can get this new movement off to a better start and eventually do the magical things. Yes, I enjoyed seeing your interview on the TV the other night, and I'm behind you and TRUTH, until I draw my last mother fucking breath of my miserable ass life, YO.
If you would read my blogs old buddy, and realize how powerful the GAWNUM is, as well as the WALL STREET ICPE parlor trick, that I PROVED WORKS IN OTHER SO-CALLED IMPOSSIBLE THINGS SUCH AS 8 MONTHS OF CONSISTANT ROULETTE WINNING BACK IN 1986, and also, yes, turkey knives and countries too, EM, or ELECTRONIC-METAPHYSICS; taking these three things in freaking tandem, is indeed the secret weapon that this OCCUPATION is going to need to use, or it will not withstand or defeat this totally EVIL EMPUIRE, from which I have been a major victim of their unspeakable monstrous devices for three-five decades of time now, in my present form as Mark Wayne Mohr!!!!!!!! Now Mike sir, I am not one bit sad about the Mexican Earthquake back in 1985, nor Turkey after they almost covertly murdered me by cutting off my medications over the weekend. What these diseased power-monger fucking bastards refuse to accept, is that I have powers of my own, through knowledge, virtual wizardry beyond Harry Potter or any of Marne Callio Botbar and her friends; can dream of from now through the 64 Terra-Year cycle of the endless circulating hypersphere. Mike old pal. Take this movement that I know only two well what started it all, and do a Billy Graham He is Calling on this, you have more than my blessing, as I can do nothing, as the 'Chosen Huntington', I also twin out as the Cursed Man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But you will need the power of the Morian Trilogy, and once again, this is EM, Gawnum, and ICPE, this ICPE is the abbreviated letters for INTENTIONALLY-CREATED PARALLEL EVENT. My 6+ years of blogging, tells the entire story, Mister Moore, [please read it carefully, and have this great wonderful movement use it as a guide. With the MT, you will find the missing ingredient to accomplish your wonderful aspiring goals. Without it, I doubt it has much chance, believe me, I know this because I know how powerful it truly is. If I could have just convinced one person with clout throughout my blogging nightmare career, and to show them that we could have shorted the entire 30 Industrial Dow Stocks, and driven it down to 1000 points again where it belongs, or 2000 tops; simply by putting me into a safe place of luxury, and giving me the simple pleasures I want, and then permitting the parallel event to happen, that ultimately would fully totally fucking doom this empire forever, so that all of these evil wicked wealthy diseased pricks would fall into the hell fires where they fucking belong for what they have done to me, now, and all the way back to the sixties, with or without crying teary eyed Indian Chiefs on rowboats, or songs posted on U-TUBE. This is all very real Michael Moore, old pal, If you put my GAWNUM ion software, as I give anyone permission to do as long as they do not steal and profit on it by selling it without paying me a rightful percentage; but use it, and see how right I am. Ask it all the questions you need, regarding this new great movement, and know, that I'm freaking behind all of you 100%. You are my only ticket out of this hellish freaking nightmare!!!!!!!! I am not one bit saddened by any misery caused by my EM counterattacks, as innocent by standers are always a product of war, and I did not initiate this fucking war, it was totally thrust upon me folks, YO. At least I never flooded the world, and now, THIS BLOG TRANSMISSION TERMINATES, PEEPS! BYE-BYE!!!!!
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0253
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0253
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
START OF FREAKING BLOG:
Another heavy day of WOMO SIEGE is upon me, as well as the normal Florida 2011 INVISIBILITY/HOSTILITY ARERA HOLOGRAM ATTACK!!!!!
CHEMTRAILS are quite bad, ALL THOUGH I HAVE SEEN WORSE, AND THEY ARE MAKING ME GET SICKER AND SICKER, BUT THENM, OTHER PEEPSW ARE ALL COUGHING ALL AROUND ME AS WELLO, SO IT IS NOT JUST MY DNA THAT THEY EFFECT, YO.
I CAN PROMISE THE WORLD, AS I HAVE MADE ME PROMISES, THAT THE DOW JONES STOCK MARKET must now be flying way over 12K points, and I all ready know my Phils were ruined and wrecked, MISTER WOLF-74!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just watch, this attack that wiped out or tried to, my getting my needed meds to physically survive, sorry turkey knives and cuzz's, this has gone on as long as it will, WITHOUT DIRE MOTHER FREAKING BUTT WIPE CONSEQUENCES, DOGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will tell huge secrets as soon as I come back, right now, this needs to post just shy of freaking four PM-EDST, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANNY, GRANNY!!!!!!!!
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
START OF FREAKING BLOG:
Another heavy day of WOMO SIEGE is upon me, as well as the normal Florida 2011 INVISIBILITY/HOSTILITY ARERA HOLOGRAM ATTACK!!!!!
CHEMTRAILS are quite bad, ALL THOUGH I HAVE SEEN WORSE, AND THEY ARE MAKING ME GET SICKER AND SICKER, BUT THENM, OTHER PEEPSW ARE ALL COUGHING ALL AROUND ME AS WELLO, SO IT IS NOT JUST MY DNA THAT THEY EFFECT, YO.
I CAN PROMISE THE WORLD, AS I HAVE MADE ME PROMISES, THAT THE DOW JONES STOCK MARKET must now be flying way over 12K points, and I all ready know my Phils were ruined and wrecked, MISTER WOLF-74!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just watch, this attack that wiped out or tried to, my getting my needed meds to physically survive, sorry turkey knives and cuzz's, this has gone on as long as it will, WITHOUT DIRE MOTHER FREAKING BUTT WIPE CONSEQUENCES, DOGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will tell huge secrets as soon as I come back, right now, this needs to post just shy of freaking four PM-EDST, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANNY, GRANNY!!!!!!!!
Monday, October 24, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0252
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0252
TMCAM/TEOHIV/MORPRO-1995
SUBTITLE FOUR:
“I DEMAND FEDERAL PROTECTION”
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
WORLD LABS OF 2296 DATFILE:
CH-0252-102411.123, Monday moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning
THESE ARE TRUTHS SWORN UNDER VOLUNTARY LEAGAL OATH:
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
My identity has been messed with, and not for any monetary gain on anyone's part, first of all, as I own nothing other than a lot of debt, thanks to McGuire, Lisa, and Dawn the King; it would be difficult to acquire what is not there to start with.
The weekend was totally 'BOTBAR'D' or made super hell, by this demonic Lambrigg-base Cult of the Astral Plane, known in more accepted human waking world mortal terms as the realm of demonic angels and their king, SATAN. It began last Wednesday, I do not know what exactly, but it is off the scales huge. They CHEMTRAIL POIONED me and have made me quite ill, diarrhea shit attacks, major heart arrhythmia, sore throat, sore chest, dry coughing, all the symptoms of flu as well as other chemtrail effects, just go up to U-TUBE anybody, and type in CHEMTRAILS, and a billion pieces of information will pop up, so do not take this 'nut case whack jobs word for anything, TAKE CASH unless you are dealing with GOD!! When I went to pick up my medications at the Walgreen Pharmacy, my entire insurance system and identity were wiped clean off of the computer record files, an exact quote of the pharmacy store today, at 25th and Orange Streets, across from my job site, the Harvest Food Outreach Center of Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG. I know for a fact, that it was not Lisa, or Robert McGuire who did this, despite my telling on recent blogging, that these two “human beings” are the two most freaking despicable monsters on Planet freaking Earth!!!!!! I was able to eventually get my meds and waste my day fixing the problem, and believe it or not, I have more worries than just these two. All I can do is slowly get answers from peeps I deal with, but Wednesday of last week was the entire source of all of this horse poop. I do not know what cereal bowl I urinated in, or whose, but somebody is extremely ticked off at me times ten to the power of thirty. I am too sick to work today, but not too freaking sick to blog, and tell some wild things that I do know, all though I confess that there is a huge mountain of nasty junk that I am well aware that I DON'T KNOW!!!!!!!! Despite this sounding totally Kateydiculous, I will tell you, that Doctor Harold Camping or his new cult of peeps, is somehow mixed up in all of this, I am not accusing them of activity that is non-legal, I am leaving it at simply, there are things going on that connect them and the so-called doomsday date, into all of this, I have spoken to the cat, and he knows, BRO. In fact, I have moved into a building where a lookalike is the pet of the building, jet black, white paws, the whole twenty-seven feet, only I was speaking of mathematics a sentence back, and am merely adding this to the blog and will elaborate more at a later time, on this situation. There really is nothing that hexnumer equations of the Gawnum, cannot reveal, it is more mind bending than anything. In the spring time of 2010, I blogged a lot about how to expand the GAWNUM EQUATIONS in lieu of doing the simple adding of two PCN's and matching up the PCNT or TOTAL, with both numbers added in so far as digit representation. It is funny, I told Jenny Plageman in Mullica Township, not to make a god out of this wild thing that I learned from a dream-cat in 1980 first, and then more to come after a full quarter century of passed time, and now I make a god out of it, as why not? If you apply the knowledge of properly wording things to match, when they do match, it tells the truth. If the match is not there, the deal is not the truth. Peeps have been looking for a way to accurately know the unknown for a long time, and here it is, and is all told on old blogs, and will all be reiterated on soon to follow new blogs, since no one is going to sift through tons of old blogs. There is a wild method of madness to what I tell, so bear with me, as it is not bull; Wall Street crooks.
The music man next door at my building that blasts music all night from time to time, strikes when a message is left on my telephone by any non bill collector, when I am out. This is done as an annoyance and I only told about the one time, but another time a few days following the event told, Ann King had called and left a message while I was a work at the Harvest of 25th Street, and the minute I came home, boom, the jerk off cranked up his music for the rest of the day. Peeps will either insist this is a coincidence or that I am delusional, and that is fine. As long as the story gets said and told and blogged, I get the truth out, and what becomes of this truth after that, is the property of the COSMOS, or you could say, as would Doctor HC, “God's business”. SATANIC forces caused my automatic spell-checker to write the word DECEIVED on a prior blog, and of course, this was not the word I typed in. Still, what a perfect way to destroy my credibility, huh Beelzebub? It blows my mind how your mind works, and just how powerful you are, paralleled and equaled only by your venomous total evil.
As for the age old debate that Christians beat the scientists on believing that time travel is never accomplished ever in the total history of humankind, and they always site this famous example. If Satan could travel, He would know what Christ's mission on Earth was, and the last thing in the world he would have done is what he did, and have him executed by the Roman Empire on the cross, fulfilling the prerequisites for Christianity's birth. NOT SO, if you really reason it out folks, and bearing in mind that great original STAR TREK television show with Spock's first command and the monster apes that were banging huge rocks on their shuttle craft. Humans and animals tend to react emotionally, and not rationally, especially when provoked to anger. Satan, even more so!!!!!!!!!!!! The story of the proverbial gambler who knows fully well that he or she is gambling away the house and losing the family, is addicted and keeps right on going. All the time this gambler knows the outcome will be negative and disadvantageous, yet on they go. The same thing can be just as easily said for the man who punches the cop, shoots the waiter in the diner, or whatever, you cannot tell me that they do not know and fully appreciate that indeed, there will be resulting consequences that mete out justice for the commission of their actions. Even if somebody snaps out and sees their significant other in bed and cheating on the marriage. The jilted lover grabs a gun out of the drawer next to the bed and before they know it they have shot the son of a bitch in the bed and maybe the spouse as well, and yet I claim that they totally knew that they were doing something horrible, and that in all odds; they will be have to be punished for breaking the laws of God and man. This argument will always exist for me and disproves the Christians hollering that if the devil could time travel, He would never have taken Christ to the cross. All things can be argued and seen at various points of view, and this is shy even the most rigid laws are 'argued' in the courts, world wide, every single day.
All I do know, is that five days ago, ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE FOR ME. It was Donaldson, Lufkin, and Jenrette Brokerage of 1995, all over again, me sitting at as long table, drilled and pumped, and things changed after that. They went as far as telling me they are worried for my safety, and also, Big Jess disappeared, and she seemed to be the catapult that put the entire Newtonian hell-day into motion, and this just kept spreading out each day, with more and more spurious bull crap. This is not telling everything, but some of this would never be believed, such as just how Big-Lisa came into came life, along with Christopher Bennett, and other key and pivotal darlings, from McGuire, Dawn, Levy, Callio, and on and on we could go until I puke up maggots and yellow hyperspace cupcakes. I am not able to tell details on this blog as to why she filed charges against Ann King, but my letter in Tuesday morning's mail to Ann, will state how Lisa and Dawn accused me of breaking up not one, but two marriages, both laughable, one being Chicky and Dawn, and the other needs not even be addressed, it is totally absurd, untrue, and not really public information from Beaver Trout Fisa Lane.
I have nothing to be ashamed of, as my sins and crimes are certainly no worse than the average person's here on this sin cursed diseased and totally twisted planet. The amount of persecution that Dawn and Lisa caused me for about a solid year, is unmeasurable, yet Lisa had her prosecutor brother file charges last week on Ann for harassment. Of course, this started directly after, and for no go good reason whatsoever, Earthly speaking, Ann had agreed to make a few calls and say a few things to other family members. Again, all of this is totally unbloggable.
Well PP, I told you a west state would win the World Series, and I told you that the Phillies would blow out. There simply just cannot be this level of persecution on me, and then have the Phillies not blow out. It is simple physics, bodies in motion and at rest, and all other silly meds TV promotion advertising, but you know advertising is a fascinating thing, right Donald Cialoni of 1980? I had totally forgotten about the pollution commercial that did not use my voice illegally, that is until the great reminder hit me.
As for Holy Spirit Lifeguard of Haddonwood, and my effortless pool emerging,on the day of the giant-fly attack, or one of them; it is time for me to tell a huge secret. Linda as many of you know, and not the lady down here who told me to join the parenting class as 'God had spoken to her'; called up and cutely said to me one day in 1978, “hi, is Misses Achilles there?” For those who do not know about the tendon in the ankle or the stories of the heel, let King Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon reveal a huge secret now about feet as well as old and new shoes. I never lied about 'thinking forward' to myself in water or air, and then moving, I merely omitted that thinking this, triggers an unconscious movement that I will fully document on the U-Tube soon. My ankles can swing back and forth thousands of times faster than than they should be able to. You cannot see my feet at all, it is a total blur. I may show myself lift ing right off of my bed, but as Jenny Wash said to me years ago, what would it prove, other than I am truly am THAT-BOY who can FLY, Hollywood? Should I say Hellyweird and pretend it is 1986 again? I have a great deal of stuff to tell, but I know some huge deal has to be going on, I have never ever seen things like the past week now, YO folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bye-Bye 4 now brown CAL-10.
END TWANSMISSION, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
TMCAM/TEOHIV/MORPRO-1995
SUBTITLE FOUR:
“I DEMAND FEDERAL PROTECTION”
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
WORLD LABS OF 2296 DATFILE:
CH-0252-102411.123, Monday moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning
THESE ARE TRUTHS SWORN UNDER VOLUNTARY LEAGAL OATH:
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
My identity has been messed with, and not for any monetary gain on anyone's part, first of all, as I own nothing other than a lot of debt, thanks to McGuire, Lisa, and Dawn the King; it would be difficult to acquire what is not there to start with.
The weekend was totally 'BOTBAR'D' or made super hell, by this demonic Lambrigg-base Cult of the Astral Plane, known in more accepted human waking world mortal terms as the realm of demonic angels and their king, SATAN. It began last Wednesday, I do not know what exactly, but it is off the scales huge. They CHEMTRAIL POIONED me and have made me quite ill, diarrhea shit attacks, major heart arrhythmia, sore throat, sore chest, dry coughing, all the symptoms of flu as well as other chemtrail effects, just go up to U-TUBE anybody, and type in CHEMTRAILS, and a billion pieces of information will pop up, so do not take this 'nut case whack jobs word for anything, TAKE CASH unless you are dealing with GOD!! When I went to pick up my medications at the Walgreen Pharmacy, my entire insurance system and identity were wiped clean off of the computer record files, an exact quote of the pharmacy store today, at 25th and Orange Streets, across from my job site, the Harvest Food Outreach Center of Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG. I know for a fact, that it was not Lisa, or Robert McGuire who did this, despite my telling on recent blogging, that these two “human beings” are the two most freaking despicable monsters on Planet freaking Earth!!!!!! I was able to eventually get my meds and waste my day fixing the problem, and believe it or not, I have more worries than just these two. All I can do is slowly get answers from peeps I deal with, but Wednesday of last week was the entire source of all of this horse poop. I do not know what cereal bowl I urinated in, or whose, but somebody is extremely ticked off at me times ten to the power of thirty. I am too sick to work today, but not too freaking sick to blog, and tell some wild things that I do know, all though I confess that there is a huge mountain of nasty junk that I am well aware that I DON'T KNOW!!!!!!!! Despite this sounding totally Kateydiculous, I will tell you, that Doctor Harold Camping or his new cult of peeps, is somehow mixed up in all of this, I am not accusing them of activity that is non-legal, I am leaving it at simply, there are things going on that connect them and the so-called doomsday date, into all of this, I have spoken to the cat, and he knows, BRO. In fact, I have moved into a building where a lookalike is the pet of the building, jet black, white paws, the whole twenty-seven feet, only I was speaking of mathematics a sentence back, and am merely adding this to the blog and will elaborate more at a later time, on this situation. There really is nothing that hexnumer equations of the Gawnum, cannot reveal, it is more mind bending than anything. In the spring time of 2010, I blogged a lot about how to expand the GAWNUM EQUATIONS in lieu of doing the simple adding of two PCN's and matching up the PCNT or TOTAL, with both numbers added in so far as digit representation. It is funny, I told Jenny Plageman in Mullica Township, not to make a god out of this wild thing that I learned from a dream-cat in 1980 first, and then more to come after a full quarter century of passed time, and now I make a god out of it, as why not? If you apply the knowledge of properly wording things to match, when they do match, it tells the truth. If the match is not there, the deal is not the truth. Peeps have been looking for a way to accurately know the unknown for a long time, and here it is, and is all told on old blogs, and will all be reiterated on soon to follow new blogs, since no one is going to sift through tons of old blogs. There is a wild method of madness to what I tell, so bear with me, as it is not bull; Wall Street crooks.
The music man next door at my building that blasts music all night from time to time, strikes when a message is left on my telephone by any non bill collector, when I am out. This is done as an annoyance and I only told about the one time, but another time a few days following the event told, Ann King had called and left a message while I was a work at the Harvest of 25th Street, and the minute I came home, boom, the jerk off cranked up his music for the rest of the day. Peeps will either insist this is a coincidence or that I am delusional, and that is fine. As long as the story gets said and told and blogged, I get the truth out, and what becomes of this truth after that, is the property of the COSMOS, or you could say, as would Doctor HC, “God's business”. SATANIC forces caused my automatic spell-checker to write the word DECEIVED on a prior blog, and of course, this was not the word I typed in. Still, what a perfect way to destroy my credibility, huh Beelzebub? It blows my mind how your mind works, and just how powerful you are, paralleled and equaled only by your venomous total evil.
As for the age old debate that Christians beat the scientists on believing that time travel is never accomplished ever in the total history of humankind, and they always site this famous example. If Satan could travel, He would know what Christ's mission on Earth was, and the last thing in the world he would have done is what he did, and have him executed by the Roman Empire on the cross, fulfilling the prerequisites for Christianity's birth. NOT SO, if you really reason it out folks, and bearing in mind that great original STAR TREK television show with Spock's first command and the monster apes that were banging huge rocks on their shuttle craft. Humans and animals tend to react emotionally, and not rationally, especially when provoked to anger. Satan, even more so!!!!!!!!!!!! The story of the proverbial gambler who knows fully well that he or she is gambling away the house and losing the family, is addicted and keeps right on going. All the time this gambler knows the outcome will be negative and disadvantageous, yet on they go. The same thing can be just as easily said for the man who punches the cop, shoots the waiter in the diner, or whatever, you cannot tell me that they do not know and fully appreciate that indeed, there will be resulting consequences that mete out justice for the commission of their actions. Even if somebody snaps out and sees their significant other in bed and cheating on the marriage. The jilted lover grabs a gun out of the drawer next to the bed and before they know it they have shot the son of a bitch in the bed and maybe the spouse as well, and yet I claim that they totally knew that they were doing something horrible, and that in all odds; they will be have to be punished for breaking the laws of God and man. This argument will always exist for me and disproves the Christians hollering that if the devil could time travel, He would never have taken Christ to the cross. All things can be argued and seen at various points of view, and this is shy even the most rigid laws are 'argued' in the courts, world wide, every single day.
All I do know, is that five days ago, ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE FOR ME. It was Donaldson, Lufkin, and Jenrette Brokerage of 1995, all over again, me sitting at as long table, drilled and pumped, and things changed after that. They went as far as telling me they are worried for my safety, and also, Big Jess disappeared, and she seemed to be the catapult that put the entire Newtonian hell-day into motion, and this just kept spreading out each day, with more and more spurious bull crap. This is not telling everything, but some of this would never be believed, such as just how Big-Lisa came into came life, along with Christopher Bennett, and other key and pivotal darlings, from McGuire, Dawn, Levy, Callio, and on and on we could go until I puke up maggots and yellow hyperspace cupcakes. I am not able to tell details on this blog as to why she filed charges against Ann King, but my letter in Tuesday morning's mail to Ann, will state how Lisa and Dawn accused me of breaking up not one, but two marriages, both laughable, one being Chicky and Dawn, and the other needs not even be addressed, it is totally absurd, untrue, and not really public information from Beaver Trout Fisa Lane.
I have nothing to be ashamed of, as my sins and crimes are certainly no worse than the average person's here on this sin cursed diseased and totally twisted planet. The amount of persecution that Dawn and Lisa caused me for about a solid year, is unmeasurable, yet Lisa had her prosecutor brother file charges last week on Ann for harassment. Of course, this started directly after, and for no go good reason whatsoever, Earthly speaking, Ann had agreed to make a few calls and say a few things to other family members. Again, all of this is totally unbloggable.
Well PP, I told you a west state would win the World Series, and I told you that the Phillies would blow out. There simply just cannot be this level of persecution on me, and then have the Phillies not blow out. It is simple physics, bodies in motion and at rest, and all other silly meds TV promotion advertising, but you know advertising is a fascinating thing, right Donald Cialoni of 1980? I had totally forgotten about the pollution commercial that did not use my voice illegally, that is until the great reminder hit me.
As for Holy Spirit Lifeguard of Haddonwood, and my effortless pool emerging,on the day of the giant-fly attack, or one of them; it is time for me to tell a huge secret. Linda as many of you know, and not the lady down here who told me to join the parenting class as 'God had spoken to her'; called up and cutely said to me one day in 1978, “hi, is Misses Achilles there?” For those who do not know about the tendon in the ankle or the stories of the heel, let King Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon reveal a huge secret now about feet as well as old and new shoes. I never lied about 'thinking forward' to myself in water or air, and then moving, I merely omitted that thinking this, triggers an unconscious movement that I will fully document on the U-Tube soon. My ankles can swing back and forth thousands of times faster than than they should be able to. You cannot see my feet at all, it is a total blur. I may show myself lift ing right off of my bed, but as Jenny Wash said to me years ago, what would it prove, other than I am truly am THAT-BOY who can FLY, Hollywood? Should I say Hellyweird and pretend it is 1986 again? I have a great deal of stuff to tell, but I know some huge deal has to be going on, I have never ever seen things like the past week now, YO folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bye-Bye 4 now brown CAL-10.
END TWANSMISSION, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
Friday, October 21, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0251
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0251
DATFILE: 102211.062
WORLD LABS OF 2299
TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO-1995
SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“THE EXPANDED STORY OF SERGEANT SNUBS”
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, 2006-2011
GOOD MORNING DOCTOR CAMPING AND ALL OTHERS
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
On a blog from one or two years ago, give or take, I told about a man who I worked with as a security officer, down at the Delaware River at Jefferson Street, in Camden, New Jersey, the place was called, McAndrews and Forbes. Basically, he and I, or so I thought at the time, were friends. One day when he was promoted to the rank of Sergeant and given 15 or 20 cents more per hour in wages, he no longer was my friend, just my “supervisor”. I learned at the rape old age of about age 34 years, and around the very same era of the first Gulf War, that if you give people the smallest amount of power, they suddenly change and become gods, they are better than you are, and you are dog-poop to them. In reiterating, let me just say to Mister College Boy, that I know a lot more than you believe that I do, and also, you could not buy me off with 1000 times your total net worth, bud, and if you want to mess and test, do your worst, bitch. This college boy is not my old supervisor, and he does know who he is. Eventually, he will catch on to my term that I use from time to time, and then let him sneeze those demons out of his nose. I underestimated people in my life, and overestimated people in my life, but I suppose there is a pretty good balanced out factor, as a result. Still, my point here today is that there is a lady, who is no lady; who I underestimated quite severely, in all my woes and problems of the recent third decade, and this would be the mighty Lisa of Eggville. I don't want to do a long blog, and am not in the mood quite frankly to blog anything, but necessity often dictates eventualities. Hence, here is blog SJ-0251. Still, whether my mother's old Philadelphia doctor factors in to all of this or not, with this quite uncommon last name, and bears a resemblance to connected other names from the Gulf War, One and Two, held by the hanged man himself and not poor distant cuzz Huntington; and no matter how we may decide to shake this all up and throw these cosmic dice; Lisa turned out to be the hugest problem in the entire family, that has caused me some mild discomfort from time to time over the past years of my adult life and half of my childhood life. I only had the distinguished honer and pleasure to know her on a personal level after about three years ago to this very time in the calendar, and within one short year of my interacting with this large slob of a lady, she totally dwarfs as I have come to see and learn, any and all other negative things that other people have all done badly to me over my lifetime, all combined together. This is simply the truth. Since her brother is the Atlantic County, New Jersey Prosecutor, the power she has is awesome, and the nightmare around me, despite my living fourteen hundred miles away from the lovely harbor, is more than despicable or unspeakable, as really, it is the epitome of unfathomable. Everything that is happening around me in Florida, is all coming from her, THE ACCUSER. She was totally behind what happened to me last freaking Wednesday, only I did not begin to even scratch the surface of telling all of the hell of last Wednesday. Lisa and McGuire are the two most dangerous and deplorable people on this planet, who ever drew breath from its atmosphere, and this is total gospel truth. When I got home on Wednwesday and tried to watch television with my headphones, the headset made a horrendous loud noise on the left side, even when not connected to anything. It finally went away, and not by any normal 'coincidence' or event. I was watching the religious channel on my Comcast Cable television system and had the Billy Graham Crusade from the early nineteen-eighties rerun telecast, on; and when Billy prayed at the end of the crusade, and as he always does; I prayed and told the All Mighty that I repented for my wicked evil sins, and rededicated my life to Jesus Christ. I heard a silent voice inside my head telling me to use my headphones again and they would be somehow OK, and they were. Whatever the WOMO DEMONIC forces did to me, was reversed, at least for now. I intend to buy a new set at the store over the weekend.
Lisa, I know you read these blogs. You are the most evil entity in this multiverse, second only yo SATAN HIMSELF!!! I pray for your evil vicious soul. I pray for this demonic sick and twisted wicked world and its vile evil. Nobody hoped your prophecies would come true more than I did, Doctor Harold Camping. Maybe the All Mighty has finally humbled you out of these silly end day predictions, or maybe you still want to wear sergeant stripes. That is not my business sir, that is between the All Mighty and yourself. What Lisa has done is unbloggable, and Ann is very up set with you. I am sending a sworn statement letter of the vicious lies and accusations you made about me, shwe might need to use it in a court of law. As with all things I have told on these blogs, with the exception of the one falsehood about July 12th in 1970 on the bus that night with the Quoddy-Mocker Gang of Southeast Jersey, this is sworn truth, not all things are known, much has been painstakingly put together by amateur deceive 'ME' over the past 5 or so years, but no direct lie other than the one about the 12th of July, exists. I admit that I intentionally copyrighted all three projects, in 1994, 2005, and 2007, on Halloween day, but I was not alone in this, nor was there a choice in anything I did. It was all destined to commingle with the Halloween day in 2008 with the road trip and the World Series win by the Philadelphia Phillies.
Lisa has caused a lot of pain to a lot of people, and put her own son in prison, and has filed charges against Ann King Silva. She is in with the owner of my ops here in Florida, but I am very good friends with his dad, Mizz Know-it-all Lisa, so know that sweet cakes of rat-poison!!!
I knew the girl just could not be for real, nor the day back four days ago. Nothing like that can happen without SATAN working the operation directly. I am a true believer in this being, and have been since the days of James T. Burr and the computer school in 1973 where we met. I owe David Roth a huge giant apology. There indeed are things that we frail mortal humans should not be messing with. You poo-poo'd it back in 1997 for being utter non-sense, and totally Kateydiculous; but I should have poo-poo'd it, for going against the laws of the All Mighty. I'll spend a long eternity trying to make things up to this mind bending awesome unlimited being. ***THIS BLOG TERMINATES HERE.***
DATFILE: 102211.062
WORLD LABS OF 2299
TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO-1995
SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“THE EXPANDED STORY OF SERGEANT SNUBS”
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, 2006-2011
GOOD MORNING DOCTOR CAMPING AND ALL OTHERS
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
On a blog from one or two years ago, give or take, I told about a man who I worked with as a security officer, down at the Delaware River at Jefferson Street, in Camden, New Jersey, the place was called, McAndrews and Forbes. Basically, he and I, or so I thought at the time, were friends. One day when he was promoted to the rank of Sergeant and given 15 or 20 cents more per hour in wages, he no longer was my friend, just my “supervisor”. I learned at the rape old age of about age 34 years, and around the very same era of the first Gulf War, that if you give people the smallest amount of power, they suddenly change and become gods, they are better than you are, and you are dog-poop to them. In reiterating, let me just say to Mister College Boy, that I know a lot more than you believe that I do, and also, you could not buy me off with 1000 times your total net worth, bud, and if you want to mess and test, do your worst, bitch. This college boy is not my old supervisor, and he does know who he is. Eventually, he will catch on to my term that I use from time to time, and then let him sneeze those demons out of his nose. I underestimated people in my life, and overestimated people in my life, but I suppose there is a pretty good balanced out factor, as a result. Still, my point here today is that there is a lady, who is no lady; who I underestimated quite severely, in all my woes and problems of the recent third decade, and this would be the mighty Lisa of Eggville. I don't want to do a long blog, and am not in the mood quite frankly to blog anything, but necessity often dictates eventualities. Hence, here is blog SJ-0251. Still, whether my mother's old Philadelphia doctor factors in to all of this or not, with this quite uncommon last name, and bears a resemblance to connected other names from the Gulf War, One and Two, held by the hanged man himself and not poor distant cuzz Huntington; and no matter how we may decide to shake this all up and throw these cosmic dice; Lisa turned out to be the hugest problem in the entire family, that has caused me some mild discomfort from time to time over the past years of my adult life and half of my childhood life. I only had the distinguished honer and pleasure to know her on a personal level after about three years ago to this very time in the calendar, and within one short year of my interacting with this large slob of a lady, she totally dwarfs as I have come to see and learn, any and all other negative things that other people have all done badly to me over my lifetime, all combined together. This is simply the truth. Since her brother is the Atlantic County, New Jersey Prosecutor, the power she has is awesome, and the nightmare around me, despite my living fourteen hundred miles away from the lovely harbor, is more than despicable or unspeakable, as really, it is the epitome of unfathomable. Everything that is happening around me in Florida, is all coming from her, THE ACCUSER. She was totally behind what happened to me last freaking Wednesday, only I did not begin to even scratch the surface of telling all of the hell of last Wednesday. Lisa and McGuire are the two most dangerous and deplorable people on this planet, who ever drew breath from its atmosphere, and this is total gospel truth. When I got home on Wednwesday and tried to watch television with my headphones, the headset made a horrendous loud noise on the left side, even when not connected to anything. It finally went away, and not by any normal 'coincidence' or event. I was watching the religious channel on my Comcast Cable television system and had the Billy Graham Crusade from the early nineteen-eighties rerun telecast, on; and when Billy prayed at the end of the crusade, and as he always does; I prayed and told the All Mighty that I repented for my wicked evil sins, and rededicated my life to Jesus Christ. I heard a silent voice inside my head telling me to use my headphones again and they would be somehow OK, and they were. Whatever the WOMO DEMONIC forces did to me, was reversed, at least for now. I intend to buy a new set at the store over the weekend.
Lisa, I know you read these blogs. You are the most evil entity in this multiverse, second only yo SATAN HIMSELF!!! I pray for your evil vicious soul. I pray for this demonic sick and twisted wicked world and its vile evil. Nobody hoped your prophecies would come true more than I did, Doctor Harold Camping. Maybe the All Mighty has finally humbled you out of these silly end day predictions, or maybe you still want to wear sergeant stripes. That is not my business sir, that is between the All Mighty and yourself. What Lisa has done is unbloggable, and Ann is very up set with you. I am sending a sworn statement letter of the vicious lies and accusations you made about me, shwe might need to use it in a court of law. As with all things I have told on these blogs, with the exception of the one falsehood about July 12th in 1970 on the bus that night with the Quoddy-Mocker Gang of Southeast Jersey, this is sworn truth, not all things are known, much has been painstakingly put together by amateur deceive 'ME' over the past 5 or so years, but no direct lie other than the one about the 12th of July, exists. I admit that I intentionally copyrighted all three projects, in 1994, 2005, and 2007, on Halloween day, but I was not alone in this, nor was there a choice in anything I did. It was all destined to commingle with the Halloween day in 2008 with the road trip and the World Series win by the Philadelphia Phillies.
Lisa has caused a lot of pain to a lot of people, and put her own son in prison, and has filed charges against Ann King Silva. She is in with the owner of my ops here in Florida, but I am very good friends with his dad, Mizz Know-it-all Lisa, so know that sweet cakes of rat-poison!!!
I knew the girl just could not be for real, nor the day back four days ago. Nothing like that can happen without SATAN working the operation directly. I am a true believer in this being, and have been since the days of James T. Burr and the computer school in 1973 where we met. I owe David Roth a huge giant apology. There indeed are things that we frail mortal humans should not be messing with. You poo-poo'd it back in 1997 for being utter non-sense, and totally Kateydiculous; but I should have poo-poo'd it, for going against the laws of the All Mighty. I'll spend a long eternity trying to make things up to this mind bending awesome unlimited being. ***THIS BLOG TERMINATES HERE.***
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0250
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0250
DATFILE: 101911.965
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“SATAN WALKS AT www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/”
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN 2006-2011
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
This was the worst mother fucking day for me in a very mother fucking long time rapies and germiblows!!!!!!!! I will tell you that before I tell anything, clock MISS-BITCH Fonda attacks, klutz attacks, death android-angel, and other major fucking negative indicators of doom and destruction for me, ARE ON A MOTHER FUCKING ROLL, I JUST GOT STRUCK A FEW MINPERS AGO BY MISS BITCH AT ELEVEN MOTHER FUCKING ELEVEN POST MERIDIAN. Last night a nice beautiful lightning storm was around, and many times following any happiness for me such as with this, THE 'WOMO' hammers me, nails me, drills me, reams me, pummels me, and brings to the table if Dawn King doesn't throw it at me or the NASA choppers, all manner of carpentry tool attacks, PAWM-PIE-ETOSS attacks, and LOIS FOCA assaults!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, the reasons are obvious to supposedly “Mentally-Ill” persons such as myself, at least if you have been following the fucking local and world news lately with any regularity at all, things must be covered up you know, like fucking DUH, we all know this old non Esolph's non fable, colored at any mother fucking color, dollar, tower, or cover-up.
THIS WAS THE WORST FUCKING CUNT LAPPING MUFF SLEAZE DIVING DAY AT MY WORK SITE, EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE PROBLEM IS THAT NOT ALL THESE PEOPLE CAN BE HOLLYWOOD ACTORS, AND WEAR PERFECT FUCKING POKER FACES, SO I KNOW SATAN HIMSELF IS ALIVE AND WELL, AND WORKING DIRECTLY THROUGH THESE FOLKS UP AT 25TH FUCKING STREET, YO!!!!!!!!!! Let me fucking ass elucidate, roaring lions and Duma Argon slip lip news anchors without 'The Permission Barrier' Diarrhea Attacks, all totally Library of Congress, notwithfuckingstanding, players!!!!!!!!!!
Just to let the guilty bastards know that I know exactly and mother fucking precisely what is up, I will say things so that those who did not plan to be involved in my endless fucking miseries, will not understand a thing being said.
The talk overheard between Tim and me by BIG RED, resulting in the Nazi, Germany Gestapo OPS in the meeting. Then when I was able to make good and buy the shit, I was the only AARP employee not brought up to sign the hours sheet so that I can be paid, and when I complained, my 15 minute meetings with the man who I never would have told jack squat anything if BIG LINDA hadn't broken my arm months ago to in fact go and tell him what happened to me in 1969 with 'Paula' Multiples, was terminated, and I was placed under a microscope and drilled and pumped for information. I thought you were my friend, Daddy Carpenter, I think your kid is killing me pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay, I could be a sick crazy paranoid nut case, but before I am absolutely judged and the gavel is slammed down, let us seriously look at the news over the past days, weeks, months, years, especially the most recent revolting Palm Bitch Beach scandal with other even sicker KINGS, QUEENS, and IMPOSTERS, huh Ralph and Sandy, or has 28 years gone by yet, CALI-KALI, black and get even???????????????????????????
Giant pussy is crawling around all over. I am shorter than 90% of the females in Florida. Fellows of the north, Oli and Carol, and all transdimensional doppelgangers, etcetera; YO; if you are not close to six feet tall, and have been abused by one or more large women in your life, don't fucking move down here to the sunshine growth state, yo, UNLESS, you like to get your fucking ass kicked!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I AM POSITIVE THE DOW JONES IS CLOSE TO 12k NOW. It is so pathetic to see the group making noise, and not containing a clue what they are fighting, or who. Pathetic. Oh well, WEIN, or SOSO-WEIN?????????????????
Well, Joe King is in jail until next year, Jesse copied me and ran away down here to Florida shortly after I did, yes JAMES T. BURR, “I do effect people”, you said a mother fucking mouth full years ago, but then, so did Ralph and Sandy, and other beach sweepers, barnacle pier removers, and hopefuls in presidential races!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then it was a different Jesse who started things rolling into hellfire for me today up at 25th and Hoods. You see peeps, the chemtrails, my blogs, and the recent news, cannot be disputed, and really needs no buzzards or Jenifer Plageman landlady nightmares. Long from now, even if I totally vanish, the truth will not, as truth cannot. I did not make this claim, or several others, Empire Julia Dawn Allknower!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There are no coincidences, and the recently used word amongst the Christians that is spreading, 'Godincidnece'; also agrees with me 100%. They do not say, “Oh that fucking Mark, he is right”, of course not, but this is still the same thing. Still, I am never disappointed with anyone in my entire family any longer, and merely now wonder, if the FBI guy, the Mexican/Guatemalan illegals of Berryville, or someone else; has my many Jekyll/Hyde fits from the nineteen eighties, on cassette tapes, boxes and boxes of them? I am not trying to sweep sand, buy hotels, or copy hellish lives for profit, after helping in the creation of them to begin with. You comer on down and fucking land Donald Bassler, you scardy-cat-U!!
Get mad at me if you want to, PP, but I can tell you right now why you and me, and all others like us, stay down and poor. We let the rich get their way, who do you think really is behind all of our fights? But no, don't expand your mental horizons on my account old pal, stay happy, and stay broke, just as I will, as they are like the smart Italian race bud, they stick together whether they hate each others guts or not, as they know the system, you and me, well, what is in your wallet, as Crapital Scum Bank would put it so eloquently, my friend, sir??????????????????
Well, Karen Tools, I have only just begun, but will save parts 2, 3, 4, 5, etcetera for another blog, YO.
END TRANNY, SICK TWISTED, OLD GRANNY.
DATFILE: 101911.965
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“SATAN WALKS AT www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/”
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN 2006-2011
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
This was the worst mother fucking day for me in a very mother fucking long time rapies and germiblows!!!!!!!! I will tell you that before I tell anything, clock MISS-BITCH Fonda attacks, klutz attacks, death android-angel, and other major fucking negative indicators of doom and destruction for me, ARE ON A MOTHER FUCKING ROLL, I JUST GOT STRUCK A FEW MINPERS AGO BY MISS BITCH AT ELEVEN MOTHER FUCKING ELEVEN POST MERIDIAN. Last night a nice beautiful lightning storm was around, and many times following any happiness for me such as with this, THE 'WOMO' hammers me, nails me, drills me, reams me, pummels me, and brings to the table if Dawn King doesn't throw it at me or the NASA choppers, all manner of carpentry tool attacks, PAWM-PIE-ETOSS attacks, and LOIS FOCA assaults!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, the reasons are obvious to supposedly “Mentally-Ill” persons such as myself, at least if you have been following the fucking local and world news lately with any regularity at all, things must be covered up you know, like fucking DUH, we all know this old non Esolph's non fable, colored at any mother fucking color, dollar, tower, or cover-up.
THIS WAS THE WORST FUCKING CUNT LAPPING MUFF SLEAZE DIVING DAY AT MY WORK SITE, EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE PROBLEM IS THAT NOT ALL THESE PEOPLE CAN BE HOLLYWOOD ACTORS, AND WEAR PERFECT FUCKING POKER FACES, SO I KNOW SATAN HIMSELF IS ALIVE AND WELL, AND WORKING DIRECTLY THROUGH THESE FOLKS UP AT 25TH FUCKING STREET, YO!!!!!!!!!! Let me fucking ass elucidate, roaring lions and Duma Argon slip lip news anchors without 'The Permission Barrier' Diarrhea Attacks, all totally Library of Congress, notwithfuckingstanding, players!!!!!!!!!!
Just to let the guilty bastards know that I know exactly and mother fucking precisely what is up, I will say things so that those who did not plan to be involved in my endless fucking miseries, will not understand a thing being said.
The talk overheard between Tim and me by BIG RED, resulting in the Nazi, Germany Gestapo OPS in the meeting. Then when I was able to make good and buy the shit, I was the only AARP employee not brought up to sign the hours sheet so that I can be paid, and when I complained, my 15 minute meetings with the man who I never would have told jack squat anything if BIG LINDA hadn't broken my arm months ago to in fact go and tell him what happened to me in 1969 with 'Paula' Multiples, was terminated, and I was placed under a microscope and drilled and pumped for information. I thought you were my friend, Daddy Carpenter, I think your kid is killing me pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay, I could be a sick crazy paranoid nut case, but before I am absolutely judged and the gavel is slammed down, let us seriously look at the news over the past days, weeks, months, years, especially the most recent revolting Palm Bitch Beach scandal with other even sicker KINGS, QUEENS, and IMPOSTERS, huh Ralph and Sandy, or has 28 years gone by yet, CALI-KALI, black and get even???????????????????????????
Giant pussy is crawling around all over. I am shorter than 90% of the females in Florida. Fellows of the north, Oli and Carol, and all transdimensional doppelgangers, etcetera; YO; if you are not close to six feet tall, and have been abused by one or more large women in your life, don't fucking move down here to the sunshine growth state, yo, UNLESS, you like to get your fucking ass kicked!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I AM POSITIVE THE DOW JONES IS CLOSE TO 12k NOW. It is so pathetic to see the group making noise, and not containing a clue what they are fighting, or who. Pathetic. Oh well, WEIN, or SOSO-WEIN?????????????????
Well, Joe King is in jail until next year, Jesse copied me and ran away down here to Florida shortly after I did, yes JAMES T. BURR, “I do effect people”, you said a mother fucking mouth full years ago, but then, so did Ralph and Sandy, and other beach sweepers, barnacle pier removers, and hopefuls in presidential races!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then it was a different Jesse who started things rolling into hellfire for me today up at 25th and Hoods. You see peeps, the chemtrails, my blogs, and the recent news, cannot be disputed, and really needs no buzzards or Jenifer Plageman landlady nightmares. Long from now, even if I totally vanish, the truth will not, as truth cannot. I did not make this claim, or several others, Empire Julia Dawn Allknower!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There are no coincidences, and the recently used word amongst the Christians that is spreading, 'Godincidnece'; also agrees with me 100%. They do not say, “Oh that fucking Mark, he is right”, of course not, but this is still the same thing. Still, I am never disappointed with anyone in my entire family any longer, and merely now wonder, if the FBI guy, the Mexican/Guatemalan illegals of Berryville, or someone else; has my many Jekyll/Hyde fits from the nineteen eighties, on cassette tapes, boxes and boxes of them? I am not trying to sweep sand, buy hotels, or copy hellish lives for profit, after helping in the creation of them to begin with. You comer on down and fucking land Donald Bassler, you scardy-cat-U!!
Get mad at me if you want to, PP, but I can tell you right now why you and me, and all others like us, stay down and poor. We let the rich get their way, who do you think really is behind all of our fights? But no, don't expand your mental horizons on my account old pal, stay happy, and stay broke, just as I will, as they are like the smart Italian race bud, they stick together whether they hate each others guts or not, as they know the system, you and me, well, what is in your wallet, as Crapital Scum Bank would put it so eloquently, my friend, sir??????????????????
Well, Karen Tools, I have only just begun, but will save parts 2, 3, 4, 5, etcetera for another blog, YO.
END TRANNY, SICK TWISTED, OLD GRANNY.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0249
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0249
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2296
DATE AND TIME FILE: 101511.998
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“COSMOS SCREAMS LOUDER THAN 1968 DAG FROM MUNICH”
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN---2006-2011
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION WABBIT FWUDD:
This will be short, very short, maybe not too much longer than my 2010 tweets from the ROCKING ROBIN HILL, YUMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!
HA-HA-HA Voorhees, New Jersey Scum-ball H*ckey Club. No, this is not a typographical error, Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Obviously this MUST-WIN H*ckey game tonight was the reason for the major Saturday harassment, hell, persecution, and criminal and illegal covert activity against me today; by the MILITUFORCE-OTAMMITES (WOMO)!!!!!!!!
I do not believe me' whittle bwog from earlier posting around 6:15 PM or so, however; was what clinched the game loss for this evil. It is quite obviously bigger than that, and this would be, and only a very few are getting any of this, “The Screaming Cosmos”, (TSC). I also believe that the unconscious collective of all humanity is way more behind all of this, than I believe a human awake effort is at work and having its will, I just am not that important, and beyond that scope and viewpoint, this just cannot be a bundle of virtually endlessly gargantuan coincidences, at least I ain't a' buyin' it folks, whaaaaaa.
Still, as unimportant as I am, looking at things from the vantage point of the unfathomable wild and weird book that I copyrighted in 1994, called, “The Permission Barrier”, numerous possibilities far beyond Phase-4 beings, Analog Tape Recorder Paranormal Technology, and other unmentionables; do in fact rear their ugly heads in potentiality. Then there is one other fact that needs to be added, and goes beyond the four luscious Spanish Teen Goddesses in 1997, one of whom being Ring-Tone Nina Soifer's daughter; who all followed, and stalked me; from Tennessee Avenue, all the way down to exactly where I came to stop and put my bathing towel, down onto the beach, on that hot summer day in middle season somewhere; near the life guard stand, that sat closest to the Mitch Baywatch Levy Tower, (MBLT) in a quicker nicer abbreviation, for any future reference as I deem fitting to use in future tents, YO. One needs to be one of the more informed in the 99 percent of the forming new Morianity while unaware of themselves presently, in order to get what will be spoken, so let me tell you some New York City financial news that you may, or may not, be aware of, depending on education level, and age. When I was a boy, as I am an old man now of nearly fifty-seven years, and feel 357 in case anyone is interested; and this news is simple so let me get right to it and be done with it, peeps. When I would visit my snooty relatives up on the island, at the forced hand of maternal order until I was old enough to say NANCY REAGAN NO; after 1972; I came to learn a lot about my Uncle, the Senior Vice-President of the then, Chemical National
Bank, and at the time ion the early nineteen-seventies, this was the 2nd largest banking institution on this diseased and twisted freaking planet. There was the top bank, a tad bigger, and that would be, and still is, CHASE, then called, CHASE MANHATTAN, as Chemical was Chemical National, I think Gawky Gaukauk took it all over in the nineties. In any case, the main job of the Senior VP of both these institutions, was to sign off and approve all loans made by the bank, translation, YES meant New York City moves, and NO meant New York City stops moving,. At least by the perspective of major players. These major players would all have had seats on the New York stock Exchange, and these professionals on the floor, control today's world, totally, and the lives of all of us, 'the 99', with or without the bread and beef, YO. So I come to wonder tonight, maybe some of the new generation kids on the block and the Karpf Street, and futures of Florida, may have been victimized by one of my uncle HG's NON APPROVAL LOANS. What did Scott Ransom say to me when I bugged the car in 1988? Wasn't it, “Very powerful people are disgruntled with you”? You means me, and this was spoken to me by this realtor in my car, Scott, on that fateful day in 1988, and the United States Copyright Office has a record of this to this very day, world, and I authorize anyone anywhere to get a copy, and see how all of this REALLY BEGAN, Sabrina Collins Candletalker.
******************END OF THIS TRANSMISSION, YO**********************
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2296
DATE AND TIME FILE: 101511.998
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“COSMOS SCREAMS LOUDER THAN 1968 DAG FROM MUNICH”
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN---2006-2011
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION WABBIT FWUDD:
This will be short, very short, maybe not too much longer than my 2010 tweets from the ROCKING ROBIN HILL, YUMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!
HA-HA-HA Voorhees, New Jersey Scum-ball H*ckey Club. No, this is not a typographical error, Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Obviously this MUST-WIN H*ckey game tonight was the reason for the major Saturday harassment, hell, persecution, and criminal and illegal covert activity against me today; by the MILITUFORCE-OTAMMITES (WOMO)!!!!!!!!
I do not believe me' whittle bwog from earlier posting around 6:15 PM or so, however; was what clinched the game loss for this evil. It is quite obviously bigger than that, and this would be, and only a very few are getting any of this, “The Screaming Cosmos”, (TSC). I also believe that the unconscious collective of all humanity is way more behind all of this, than I believe a human awake effort is at work and having its will, I just am not that important, and beyond that scope and viewpoint, this just cannot be a bundle of virtually endlessly gargantuan coincidences, at least I ain't a' buyin' it folks, whaaaaaa.
Still, as unimportant as I am, looking at things from the vantage point of the unfathomable wild and weird book that I copyrighted in 1994, called, “The Permission Barrier”, numerous possibilities far beyond Phase-4 beings, Analog Tape Recorder Paranormal Technology, and other unmentionables; do in fact rear their ugly heads in potentiality. Then there is one other fact that needs to be added, and goes beyond the four luscious Spanish Teen Goddesses in 1997, one of whom being Ring-Tone Nina Soifer's daughter; who all followed, and stalked me; from Tennessee Avenue, all the way down to exactly where I came to stop and put my bathing towel, down onto the beach, on that hot summer day in middle season somewhere; near the life guard stand, that sat closest to the Mitch Baywatch Levy Tower, (MBLT) in a quicker nicer abbreviation, for any future reference as I deem fitting to use in future tents, YO. One needs to be one of the more informed in the 99 percent of the forming new Morianity while unaware of themselves presently, in order to get what will be spoken, so let me tell you some New York City financial news that you may, or may not, be aware of, depending on education level, and age. When I was a boy, as I am an old man now of nearly fifty-seven years, and feel 357 in case anyone is interested; and this news is simple so let me get right to it and be done with it, peeps. When I would visit my snooty relatives up on the island, at the forced hand of maternal order until I was old enough to say NANCY REAGAN NO; after 1972; I came to learn a lot about my Uncle, the Senior Vice-President of the then, Chemical National
Bank, and at the time ion the early nineteen-seventies, this was the 2nd largest banking institution on this diseased and twisted freaking planet. There was the top bank, a tad bigger, and that would be, and still is, CHASE, then called, CHASE MANHATTAN, as Chemical was Chemical National, I think Gawky Gaukauk took it all over in the nineties. In any case, the main job of the Senior VP of both these institutions, was to sign off and approve all loans made by the bank, translation, YES meant New York City moves, and NO meant New York City stops moving,. At least by the perspective of major players. These major players would all have had seats on the New York stock Exchange, and these professionals on the floor, control today's world, totally, and the lives of all of us, 'the 99', with or without the bread and beef, YO. So I come to wonder tonight, maybe some of the new generation kids on the block and the Karpf Street, and futures of Florida, may have been victimized by one of my uncle HG's NON APPROVAL LOANS. What did Scott Ransom say to me when I bugged the car in 1988? Wasn't it, “Very powerful people are disgruntled with you”? You means me, and this was spoken to me by this realtor in my car, Scott, on that fateful day in 1988, and the United States Copyright Office has a record of this to this very day, world, and I authorize anyone anywhere to get a copy, and see how all of this REALLY BEGAN, Sabrina Collins Candletalker.
******************END OF THIS TRANSMISSION, YO**********************
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0248
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0248
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
START BLOG:
I am under very heavy artillery fire from dirt bag WOMO today, Saturday. Aerial siege is heavy, with CHEMTRAILING, and loud low Cessna and military/milituforce planes. Noise attacks also are bad.
Mr DEEDEE birds are all around me, the enemies know my that MY BIRDS HAVE RETURNED, and this protection given me by these great special buzzards, pisses off my filthy twisted and diseased enemies, YO. Also, they do not like me having any over at my place, they never did and never will, what their mother fucking problem is, is beyond my wildest imaginations, and I of course am no James Patterson, Dick Wolf, or Agatha Christie. I can only report and tell the news of my n miserable and horrendous life, I make up nothing, only the fucking facts, Mam Friday. I AM NOT HERE TO TELL ANYTHING OTHER THAN THE PLANE SIMPLE TRUTHS, GOING ON AROUND ME. I would have nothing to gain by fabricating the blogs of the past 6 or 7 years.
It now is half past fucking five this Saturday evening. My computer guru was over here today. Anytime that I do anything at all, I get fucking clobbered. When I took her home after she showed me some stuff about e-mail, and a few small other things that she helped me to learn today, she wanted me to make a right turn and go a different way than I had come. After just a few blocks, a loud sound was emanating from my right, and I looked over, and some rapper in the hood was out with the very same device that I have hooked up to my Panasonic Amplifier and mixing systems that connect recording devices, keyboards and equalizer machines, on the street, with his radio plugged into the very same Peavey Keyboard Amp, the KB-300. I have one on each side of the room. The odds that I would see a dude with the very same amp that I just was using, as the computer connects into the home theater and is one of the channels on the mixer, would be staggering, I would venture to guess close to or maybe greater than a million to one.
Every time anyone comes over here, there is persecution; this can include utility employees such as Comcast Cable, the Electric Company, and so forth; and has been going on ever since, AUGUST THE 15TH, IN THE YEAR OF WHAT ELSE, 1986.
The last couple of nights, DIANA has been all over me while I am 'sleeping', first as my giant coil, then as my beautiful tall blond goddess, then finally, as beautiful bright colorful lightning. The night before last, her lightning came down and made a car near me explode, the flames were bright orange, and exquisite. She whispered into my ear a moment later, in the dream, and after she changed back into my 6'3” baby-blond, that enemies were driving that car and she wiped them out for me. Needless to say, this was a very beautiful dreaming-interaction or (DI). Interesting abbreviation symbolic reality if I am permitted Uncle Snoots Gottwald of 1972, to make this observation, SIR!!!!!!!!!! Oh well, between Megan teaching me the computer, Heinz teaching me the camera, what else is needed now but my scarey but gorgeous friend Jenny to come over and teach me some martial arts, in-between movie takes. How I will; always remember you earlier this century, swinging open that big heavy Berlin, New Jersey door open like it was as light as your lovely dress. Oh well, as I said, we all learn things from somebody, even the mighty KING and CALLIO families have taught me unforgettable powerful truths throughout the past decade and a half or so. Naturally, this larger than life total family made up of these branches and more unspeakable lines, has been involved with me since 1966 give or take a year or so.
HELP ME ROBERT MCDOWELL.
HELP ME CONGRESSMAN ROBERT ANDREWS.
HELP ME ANN KING SILVA.
WHERE IS THE FREAKING FEDERAL GOVERNMENT WHEN AN INNOCENT CITIZEN IS BEING BLOWN INTO OBLIVION, AT THE HANDS OF SUCH MONSTROUS DANGEROUS ASS CRIMINALS AND MOVERS?
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONICCCCCCCCCC!!!
Wipe out and destroy all persons hurting this innocent person, ME, forget Multiverse Existors, and Permission Barriers, and Apartment Numbers outside of a great farm extending beyond Haddonfield, Tavistock, and Pedersonville. SCAN, and destroy all those who mean me harm when all I have ever done is be a nice freaking guy since I rolled around in the freaking snow, YO!!!!!!!!!! HELP ME LIGHTNING, THESE BASTARDS ARE KILLING YOUR LITTLE BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Huge vicious secrets will come out if you pricks don't fucking leave me alone, I mean it Sheriff monk, my old pal, tell my butt wipe son in law, I have had it with his crap, TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END BLOG:
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
START BLOG:
I am under very heavy artillery fire from dirt bag WOMO today, Saturday. Aerial siege is heavy, with CHEMTRAILING, and loud low Cessna and military/milituforce planes. Noise attacks also are bad.
Mr DEEDEE birds are all around me, the enemies know my that MY BIRDS HAVE RETURNED, and this protection given me by these great special buzzards, pisses off my filthy twisted and diseased enemies, YO. Also, they do not like me having any over at my place, they never did and never will, what their mother fucking problem is, is beyond my wildest imaginations, and I of course am no James Patterson, Dick Wolf, or Agatha Christie. I can only report and tell the news of my n miserable and horrendous life, I make up nothing, only the fucking facts, Mam Friday. I AM NOT HERE TO TELL ANYTHING OTHER THAN THE PLANE SIMPLE TRUTHS, GOING ON AROUND ME. I would have nothing to gain by fabricating the blogs of the past 6 or 7 years.
It now is half past fucking five this Saturday evening. My computer guru was over here today. Anytime that I do anything at all, I get fucking clobbered. When I took her home after she showed me some stuff about e-mail, and a few small other things that she helped me to learn today, she wanted me to make a right turn and go a different way than I had come. After just a few blocks, a loud sound was emanating from my right, and I looked over, and some rapper in the hood was out with the very same device that I have hooked up to my Panasonic Amplifier and mixing systems that connect recording devices, keyboards and equalizer machines, on the street, with his radio plugged into the very same Peavey Keyboard Amp, the KB-300. I have one on each side of the room. The odds that I would see a dude with the very same amp that I just was using, as the computer connects into the home theater and is one of the channels on the mixer, would be staggering, I would venture to guess close to or maybe greater than a million to one.
Every time anyone comes over here, there is persecution; this can include utility employees such as Comcast Cable, the Electric Company, and so forth; and has been going on ever since, AUGUST THE 15TH, IN THE YEAR OF WHAT ELSE, 1986.
The last couple of nights, DIANA has been all over me while I am 'sleeping', first as my giant coil, then as my beautiful tall blond goddess, then finally, as beautiful bright colorful lightning. The night before last, her lightning came down and made a car near me explode, the flames were bright orange, and exquisite. She whispered into my ear a moment later, in the dream, and after she changed back into my 6'3” baby-blond, that enemies were driving that car and she wiped them out for me. Needless to say, this was a very beautiful dreaming-interaction or (DI). Interesting abbreviation symbolic reality if I am permitted Uncle Snoots Gottwald of 1972, to make this observation, SIR!!!!!!!!!! Oh well, between Megan teaching me the computer, Heinz teaching me the camera, what else is needed now but my scarey but gorgeous friend Jenny to come over and teach me some martial arts, in-between movie takes. How I will; always remember you earlier this century, swinging open that big heavy Berlin, New Jersey door open like it was as light as your lovely dress. Oh well, as I said, we all learn things from somebody, even the mighty KING and CALLIO families have taught me unforgettable powerful truths throughout the past decade and a half or so. Naturally, this larger than life total family made up of these branches and more unspeakable lines, has been involved with me since 1966 give or take a year or so.
HELP ME ROBERT MCDOWELL.
HELP ME CONGRESSMAN ROBERT ANDREWS.
HELP ME ANN KING SILVA.
WHERE IS THE FREAKING FEDERAL GOVERNMENT WHEN AN INNOCENT CITIZEN IS BEING BLOWN INTO OBLIVION, AT THE HANDS OF SUCH MONSTROUS DANGEROUS ASS CRIMINALS AND MOVERS?
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONICCCCCCCCCC!!!
Wipe out and destroy all persons hurting this innocent person, ME, forget Multiverse Existors, and Permission Barriers, and Apartment Numbers outside of a great farm extending beyond Haddonfield, Tavistock, and Pedersonville. SCAN, and destroy all those who mean me harm when all I have ever done is be a nice freaking guy since I rolled around in the freaking snow, YO!!!!!!!!!! HELP ME LIGHTNING, THESE BASTARDS ARE KILLING YOUR LITTLE BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Huge vicious secrets will come out if you pricks don't fucking leave me alone, I mean it Sheriff monk, my old pal, tell my butt wipe son in law, I have had it with his crap, TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END BLOG:
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0247
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0247
ALL TITLES AND SUBTITLES ALSO APPLY
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
START BLOG:
I TOLD YOU GINA, AND ALL OTHER LESSIANS, MORIANS, AND INBETWEENIANS, I HAVE REPEATED AND ECHOED AND REITERATED THIS FOR 6-7 YEARS NOW, PERSECUTE AND HARASS ME, AS THEY DID ON SUNDAY, AND THE EVIL DEMONIC SATANIC STOCK MARKET, DOW JONES CROOKS, WIN AND WIN AND WIN AND WIN, FOREVER AND EVER, GOING UP IN TRIPLE DIGIT POINT GAINES, WITH OR WITHOUT HOT SUMMERS OR COLD SANITIZED WINTERS!!!!!
I TOLD AND PREDICTED THIS SHIT, AND NOW THESE EVIL WALL STREET SCUM ARE RUIGHT BACK HEADING UP INTO CLOSE TO THE 12k RANGE AGAIN, AND THIS WILL BE THE TOTAL DEMISE AND DESTRUCTION OF the MOUNTAINPEN, AT THAT TIME.
Well peeps, I did all I could to tell my story on these 6-7 years of blogs now. You have seen all the proof you need, and now you can watch the DOW JONES GO UP 200-500 POINTS PER DAY FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS, AND HIT 20,000 BY END YEAR, AND 50,000 AND END OF 2013, WITH ALL THE LITTLE 99% PEEPS ALL SLAVES OR DEAD. WELL,, STRIKE THAT, we all ready are slaves, and may as well be dead, until this evil shit is somehow stopped!!!!! PHILLIES WILL DIE, FLYERS WILL FLY, on the broomsticks of the 57 Philly Hockey rotten vocals of miserable television broadcast stations of a quarter century ago, and it is as fresh and clear in my mind right now, as when this mother fucking bullshit all began.
Abraham Lincoln lived in times when, to quote him, our wisest president ever, and number 16 by the way; “Right makes might”. Unfortunately the capitalism that reared its ugly head in the 21st century beginning with the greed of Reaganomics and the Ronald, not McDonald, now forces an antimatter or reversal to these mighty and fantastic words of Mister Star Trek Taped Music, Abbey-Baby and also known as (AKA) Abraham Lincoln, now, today, we are forced into the world of New york City, where MIGHT MAKES RIGHT, also known SIR PRINCE as, MYWAY or HIGHWAY, YO!!!!!
SUNDAY'S VICIOUS MONSTER ASS FUCKING ASSAULT ON ME, GAVE THE (E-V-I-L------WE-M-P-I-R-E) and their detestable and despicable ICPE-TECK, a huge one up against the pathetic REME, or the RIGHTEOUS EMPIRE-ME, see the 2008, blogs, for this, and way so much more, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LOTS OF MAJIOR SECRETS THAT ONCE WERE CONSIDERED NON-BLOGGABLE, WILL BE COMING OUT FOR ALL THIS HELL ENDLESSLY PERPETRATED AGAINST ME FOR 20-60 YEARS PEEPS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END BLOG:
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SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
START BLOG:
I TOLD YOU GINA, AND ALL OTHER LESSIANS, MORIANS, AND INBETWEENIANS, I HAVE REPEATED AND ECHOED AND REITERATED THIS FOR 6-7 YEARS NOW, PERSECUTE AND HARASS ME, AS THEY DID ON SUNDAY, AND THE EVIL DEMONIC SATANIC STOCK MARKET, DOW JONES CROOKS, WIN AND WIN AND WIN AND WIN, FOREVER AND EVER, GOING UP IN TRIPLE DIGIT POINT GAINES, WITH OR WITHOUT HOT SUMMERS OR COLD SANITIZED WINTERS!!!!!
I TOLD AND PREDICTED THIS SHIT, AND NOW THESE EVIL WALL STREET SCUM ARE RUIGHT BACK HEADING UP INTO CLOSE TO THE 12k RANGE AGAIN, AND THIS WILL BE THE TOTAL DEMISE AND DESTRUCTION OF the MOUNTAINPEN, AT THAT TIME.
Well peeps, I did all I could to tell my story on these 6-7 years of blogs now. You have seen all the proof you need, and now you can watch the DOW JONES GO UP 200-500 POINTS PER DAY FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS, AND HIT 20,000 BY END YEAR, AND 50,000 AND END OF 2013, WITH ALL THE LITTLE 99% PEEPS ALL SLAVES OR DEAD. WELL,, STRIKE THAT, we all ready are slaves, and may as well be dead, until this evil shit is somehow stopped!!!!! PHILLIES WILL DIE, FLYERS WILL FLY, on the broomsticks of the 57 Philly Hockey rotten vocals of miserable television broadcast stations of a quarter century ago, and it is as fresh and clear in my mind right now, as when this mother fucking bullshit all began.
Abraham Lincoln lived in times when, to quote him, our wisest president ever, and number 16 by the way; “Right makes might”. Unfortunately the capitalism that reared its ugly head in the 21st century beginning with the greed of Reaganomics and the Ronald, not McDonald, now forces an antimatter or reversal to these mighty and fantastic words of Mister Star Trek Taped Music, Abbey-Baby and also known as (AKA) Abraham Lincoln, now, today, we are forced into the world of New york City, where MIGHT MAKES RIGHT, also known SIR PRINCE as, MYWAY or HIGHWAY, YO!!!!!
SUNDAY'S VICIOUS MONSTER ASS FUCKING ASSAULT ON ME, GAVE THE (E-V-I-L------WE-M-P-I-R-E) and their detestable and despicable ICPE-TECK, a huge one up against the pathetic REME, or the RIGHTEOUS EMPIRE-ME, see the 2008, blogs, for this, and way so much more, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LOTS OF MAJIOR SECRETS THAT ONCE WERE CONSIDERED NON-BLOGGABLE, WILL BE COMING OUT FOR ALL THIS HELL ENDLESSLY PERPETRATED AGAINST ME FOR 20-60 YEARS PEEPS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END BLOG:
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0246
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0246
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
WORLD LABS OF 2299
DATFILE: CH-0246-101111.777.5555
COPYRIGHT BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
© 2006-2011 MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN
BLOG SUBTITLE FOUR:
“BREAK THIS CODE, APRIL LINEMAN PATTERSON BIPPIE”
BEGINNING OF TRANSMISSION:
I need not be long and winded and go on any ranting trip, hunting trips, or Jack McCoy fishing trips, Camden County, New Jersey Prosecutors Office of December 5tgh in the mighty year of 1989. I will be quick, direct, and straight up on the square, merely telling a few powerful things, that any non-moron can see if they stop chalking everything in the known universe up to absurd Queen-Kate 'coincidence'.
If folks insist on seeing life as the non-real truth of merely being waves and particles with our brains being the decoders so to speak, enabling human interaction and conscious waking life to seem real and permit us all this wild physical existence; let me speak on the agreeing terms, and stop all the weird scientific stuff, and just talk real straight, after-all, WRJ or World-Renown-Julia of West Atlantic City; if I complained in 1997 about how you then spoke to me in the same lingo that I now blog in, that makes me a quintessential hypocrite, right Uncle Jesus?
Tall, muscular, gigantic, ridiculous sized pussy is all around me, and has been for a very long time now, I only thought that New fucking Jersey was filled with this ludicrous amount of abnormally sized female population. But then, a child with a moronic intelligence quotient can see that forces since 1986 and the mighty egomaniac Richard Karpf and family, of TPB-Raspberry Valley, NJUSAESMWG; both pre-planned, and all ready knew, that I would be spending some serious time here in this sunshine state, the natural vitamin-C state, where naturally, the teller percentile of the human population would of course quite fucking natu7rally come to exist and reside, it is pure fact and science, only I promised that we will not be going into the world of science on this blog, and I'll do my fucking best to keep this promise, but will not be able to totally do it, it just will not be possible when today's story is completely told, and told it needs to fucking be, peeps, YO!
I know you can all hear me, all those I knew that have died, you can hear me through any electronic shit where my 6th dimensional energy mental signal is translated into an electronic form and then transmitted back into other peeps' 6th dimensional energy mental signal (SDEMS). Our abbreviation is sort of like the George Bush forbidden scientific research in the cellular world, and who needs it anyway, when there is retrace, and integrenetronic blood transfusions? But then for that matter, who needs the owner of the great and locally famous Health and Swim Club known once as HADDONWOOD of Deptford Township, New Jersey, and his swimming pools, houses for sale,
Paula King Somnambulist personality disorders, and fascinations with my abilities, I suppose after Joan Lapplane finked, but who knows? As for all this being a huge plan, or video game, or whatever, I witnessed something over the past weekend that has me beyond insanity, as it is one thong to figure this all out and know it with a certainty without proof, and quite another thing to see a machine first hand that is actually literally doing all of this stuff, day by day, second after second. I witnessed a great marvelous non Griffin machine, Merv, and Advanced Robotics has little to do with any of this, all though late April does tend to produce fascinating things in my life, right Mister Spock? I suppose time travelers with ring-tones, games experts with powerful names, and Manhattan filled with a group of tricksters and “crazies” after I invented this word, in 1986; all fits together, in the mighty grand scheme of the 'dot connections of cosmos', or the ///DCOC.\\\
I will tell the experience on this blog, but first, I will tell the following things. Sunday evening, the MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES, also Sir Prince, known as the MO, struck me vicious and hard with a powerful bowel and shit hit. Lightning came all around me and knew that I needed immediate protection afterward. During the storm, the same UFO that flew around my building before during another electruical storm, returned and messed with m,e for a while. Last Sunday was a major fucking attack, and I almost did not make it into fucking work on Monday as a fucking result of this monstrous and deplorable behavior, the epitome of mans inhumanity to man!!!!!!
THANK YOU FOR BEING SO WONDERFUL TO ME THGIS YEAR, DIANA, MY BEAUTIFUL STROBE-LIGHT PROPERTY OF SARAH-STACEY-KRASSLE, causing the break-up of “AT&T” Telephone Company unfortunately, and perhaps marriages as well; right Lisa, you evil witch-bitch-cat? You judge me and you are bone jumping a barely legal retard, sheeeeeeeeeeit, fuck you sweets.
I love when people say that if time travel is possible at any time in the human civilization, we would have known about it a long time ago, as this is the very nature of the topic after-all. Well, I have three things to say here that will make anyone with active living brain cells at least scratch their head with some wonder. First, there is the blog that I have on www.blogger.com/ and has been up for over six years, and in just the past four years, if the tale of my true life does not expose this reality, well then nothing does, but this then goes right into leading the conversation into the 2nd and the 3rd thing here, so read on, YO. Forget the games expert and him and his partner coming into my Oaklyn apartment in this wild 'dreaming-experience', and forget how I put things together day after day, just from living through my nightmare life, blogging it, and studying it under a microscope without any more help from doctor Margret from the great Camden Medical Institute of magical King David Pleasure Ingredients. What makes the MORIANITY story so unique and beyond all of the possible Patterson/Potter fictions of the next generation possible TWILIGHT-ZONES, is that the story is in real time containing a real victim, yes, a REALE VITIM, L&O-SVU!!! Forget Doctor Margret, Doctor Rogers, pathetic and misguided Michael Jackson, Propophol, McGuire, 1986; and all of the Real Good Curly Haired Girls, who appear to be able to transport themselves throughout time and hyperspace, and enjoy their 9th dimensional dollhouses, lake-houses, and whatever; and forget the opening of the master tape sent to the United States Copyright Office on 081586. The real story that makes me doubt the PATS of the world, with all their logical con games, carney tricks, and dog and pony shows; is that when things do happen such as Nick the Road-Trip-Dude who has known me since he was a runny nosed kid and even before he thought to repair automobiles using rubbers, let alone smashing hubcaps with hammers; is that folks go around saying that they wait for the return of Jesus, or some time traveler, or whatever. My question right now and here is simple, and echos the sentiment of a great movie actor of the middle 20th century, James Stuart. Wait, wait for what? You have these blogs, you have the 2008 World Series, you have the entire MENTALIST show in late 2007 as the GAMES EXPERT, you have the house at 65 Middle Road, you have the auto-reverse karaoke at my guard job, you have the LOIS FOCA song, you have so much, are you all Donald Trumpers, how much do you need before you stop saying, none of us are here or doing stuff? Hell, you don't wanna' believe, that is the truth and the reality, the old Williamst6own Giant Policeman Syndrome from 1995, dudes and freaking duddesses!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But wait peeps, it gets better still. There is a book in the homes in just about all folks in this wonderful free country, the great powerful All Mighty Unites States of America. It tells thousands of years ago, amazing unknown stuff, and some human penned this shit, it did not get there by Houdini, Blaine, or Copperfield, or Patty Jane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It says that this world we live in is suspended on nothing, and no one had a clue about orbits and just where this world really went, beyond the blowing of the great four winds of N, S, E, and W!!!! I also in 1979, did not let the river run away with my mind, or get lost in time, that was saved for another seven years and 100 miles. This same book talks about time travel, and has a billion peeps following its teaching in 2011. It says, SHE says, and I am quoting the GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH-KRASSLE, “I know the ending from the beginning”. But why would you want to take me at my word when you can open up this great BIBLE,, and just read this exact shit for yourself, screw me, YO. Now this finally brings me to the wild nightmare that has had me crying like a baby off and on, ever since coming out of it over the fucking weekend, and first peeps, old slow Slowski me, huh Comcast, took me a while to see why the September 17-18 siege came on me as it did, my76 6+ years of blogs finally paying off, at least as long as I keep my name dissociated from these power house events, but a child with a runny mother fucking nose knows what's getting fucking said here, peeps. Looks like I own Ed Lynch a huge Meagan-Law apology. I do not judge folks, I report the news, and only create what is needed to survive, I am not after power, fame, or money, think this lie about me, and you do not know fucking me from Ever, Adam, or the re4st of the Old-Planet. It is a little known secret that this entire thing is HELL from someone else's world before. I would hate to see the next planet that follows us, but then SSJUKK all ready knows, and has even made this claim, of knowing, not once, but twice, and in the past 41 months on one of them, and as a fan, I shudder to admit that I do not have details to the date of the other cleverly made claim, early 21st century is my theory.
Before I move on with this powerful information, enemies the other night, cut into my telephone line, AGAIN, MISTER MCDOWELL, FCC. When I am in a trance with Diana, it interferes in huge ways, and causes many wild trips that even Blue-Boy of 1967 would be amazed with. “THEY” know that, of course. Dum-Dum-Dum-Dum, Dum-Dum-Dum-Dum-Dum!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So what am I doing in that elevator, old man, and how old really am I? Well, father of the son of SAM of Williamstown of 1996 early June, I do not have a giant girlfriend. I have an out of control somnambulist, and she has stolen two of the most precious things from me, and chains and Beach-Books have nothing to do with any of it. My wonderful PEE did not turn 13 back on the 29th, but will be 15 half a year from now, all though, this is quite4 meaningless I have come to learn. Sam the Maintenance Man of the Highview Apartments in 1996, wow, is this worse or better than Mike, back a decade earlier; when I faced Sicklerville Road and not Kent Street, Philly-57 and the Rotten-Singers? Sam insisted that a giant long dark haired goddess came into the 6-unit system, I know she did, and she never went into any of the apartments, and exited a half hour later. BULLSHIT, she came up and entered mine, raped me a 4th time, 1967, 1968, 1969, 1996, and then exited, AFTER, using her great powers and strobe lights of the world of never-never Propophol lands, on me. Now let me tell the powerful DREAMING-INTERACTION from the past mother fucking weekend that will blow your freaking ass minds folks, even with this super abridged and compressed version, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was in the future and in a parallel universe, and did not know this until late Sunday night when I figured it all out after Diana came all around, as did the MILI-2-FORCE-UFO that circled my building, here at 7th and Avenue freaking B. I want the entire 5th dimensional multiverse to know just how much that I love my beautiful lightning or (DIANA). Thank you for being so good to me when I am down so low and so far, BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Moving on with this interaction, I was in a place with Ann King, and several other peeps, there was no Dawn the King, so it always can be worse, but there was a punky boy who had ownership of a wild machine called an AVM-RECORDER. There was a giant goddess, and she was no one that I ever remembered before in my now present human waking experience as Mountainpen. The machine resembled an average sized dining room square table, about one half as tall, and looked like a giant sub-woofer, and at the far right end of it was a small screen that was about 6 inches long and 2 inches wide. I had fallen madly in love with this giant beautiful girl and she was very aggressive like Paula, and it was not Paula, or at least I do not believe it was. One day, as this “DREAM” seemed to be in sections and lasting about 3 or 4 full days and nights where I remember going to bed in a bedroom within this experience, on several occasions. I was so happy for the first time in my miserable rotten life. I had no financial worries as Ann seemed to be the owner of the entire country that this all took place in, and she and I were as we are here, very good friends. I must compress many things now or this blog would go on all night and be a thousand freaking pages long. Suddenly, I was in a large square room in their home, and it was the kitchen, and everyone was busy doing something, and the girl was talking to me and I looked over at this young child of eight or so, and he was leaning against the machine near the right top of it, right below the screen, and I could see the images on this screen erasing off as though you typed words on a present day word processor document and then hit the backspace and kept pressing on that key. Only it was not words, it was a code of some kind like nothing I ever saw in my life. All kinds of wild shapes, lines, circles, and data streams of unfathomable type of images and all in bright varying colors, all of the primary colors, as well as a few secondary colors in the spectrum, were all included. As this mischievous male child was leaning, it was against some type of an erasing button, and all of the interaction that I had been experiencing was matching the images on the screen, and I just came to instantly realize this, when suddenly, parts of the house, as well as memories of the dream itself, began vanishing one by one, as these images began to reverse-off of the screen. On top of the machine, it read the following words: AVM-RECORDER-M90-PATENTED 2164. I began seeing this clearer and clearer, and remembered that the year was 2177. I was another person and yet I was also me, and this other person was born on the 3rd of February in the year of 2140. The child was born in 2169, and we had celebrated his 8th birthday the night before. He was extremely fucking mischievous and threw the entire birthday cake right into my face when no one was looking, and I got blamed for it. This was when the happiness in the interaction, all began turning the other way, just as shit does here in this world, when occasionally things start out good, but always go sour and south quite quickly, and without too much time wasted. In any event, this machine stood for, as I came to learn, and then remembered from here in my life in this time and universe as well, AUDIO-VIDEO-MATERIAL. All of life can be recorded, played back, erased, changed, whatever, using an AVM-Recorder. He continued erasing stuff over and over, until eventually, I was in nothingness, not even awake back here, it was one of the worst nightmares I have had since returning home from my stay at Selena Dada's rooming-house on Stenton Avenue back in 1974 and speaking to the ghost of James Hoffa near Central Pier, in Atlantic City. Before I was finally able to come back here to this life where I am presently existing in, with or without real good curly haired teen girls; I found myself at the place where I am employed, and it was 10 times longer and wider, or 100 times more voluminous in total area, and had only partial areas where a covered ceiling existed, and this was very high, like a circus tent. What are you doing to me Pat Jane?
The reason that I mention the ending of this experience, is because, there are indeed major things going on at this place. I would love to talk on, but feel that I would be punished beyond even my wildest dreaded fears of doom and looming disasters. I know that my experience where I spent those five months in another parallel universe of Atlantic city, back in 1986, that started all of this, is what is all really behind this nightmare, I just do not have all of the fucking ass pieces put together yet. Maybe the great COMCAST CABLE COMPANY knows, I know 'the Trump is in the Tower', but too bad he wasn't in one of Donna and Angela's towers, chains of gold hair, and other bullshit; all notwithstanding, BRAHHHH!!!!!!!
END TRANSMISH FROM THE GREATEST 86 FISH, NOT A TINY
SHELLFISH, wow did that take an AE to figure out dude, YO.
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
WORLD LABS OF 2299
DATFILE: CH-0246-101111.777.5555
COPYRIGHT BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
© 2006-2011 MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN
BLOG SUBTITLE FOUR:
“BREAK THIS CODE, APRIL LINEMAN PATTERSON BIPPIE”
BEGINNING OF TRANSMISSION:
I need not be long and winded and go on any ranting trip, hunting trips, or Jack McCoy fishing trips, Camden County, New Jersey Prosecutors Office of December 5tgh in the mighty year of 1989. I will be quick, direct, and straight up on the square, merely telling a few powerful things, that any non-moron can see if they stop chalking everything in the known universe up to absurd Queen-Kate 'coincidence'.
If folks insist on seeing life as the non-real truth of merely being waves and particles with our brains being the decoders so to speak, enabling human interaction and conscious waking life to seem real and permit us all this wild physical existence; let me speak on the agreeing terms, and stop all the weird scientific stuff, and just talk real straight, after-all, WRJ or World-Renown-Julia of West Atlantic City; if I complained in 1997 about how you then spoke to me in the same lingo that I now blog in, that makes me a quintessential hypocrite, right Uncle Jesus?
Tall, muscular, gigantic, ridiculous sized pussy is all around me, and has been for a very long time now, I only thought that New fucking Jersey was filled with this ludicrous amount of abnormally sized female population. But then, a child with a moronic intelligence quotient can see that forces since 1986 and the mighty egomaniac Richard Karpf and family, of TPB-Raspberry Valley, NJUSAESMWG; both pre-planned, and all ready knew, that I would be spending some serious time here in this sunshine state, the natural vitamin-C state, where naturally, the teller percentile of the human population would of course quite fucking natu7rally come to exist and reside, it is pure fact and science, only I promised that we will not be going into the world of science on this blog, and I'll do my fucking best to keep this promise, but will not be able to totally do it, it just will not be possible when today's story is completely told, and told it needs to fucking be, peeps, YO!
I know you can all hear me, all those I knew that have died, you can hear me through any electronic shit where my 6th dimensional energy mental signal is translated into an electronic form and then transmitted back into other peeps' 6th dimensional energy mental signal (SDEMS). Our abbreviation is sort of like the George Bush forbidden scientific research in the cellular world, and who needs it anyway, when there is retrace, and integrenetronic blood transfusions? But then for that matter, who needs the owner of the great and locally famous Health and Swim Club known once as HADDONWOOD of Deptford Township, New Jersey, and his swimming pools, houses for sale,
Paula King Somnambulist personality disorders, and fascinations with my abilities, I suppose after Joan Lapplane finked, but who knows? As for all this being a huge plan, or video game, or whatever, I witnessed something over the past weekend that has me beyond insanity, as it is one thong to figure this all out and know it with a certainty without proof, and quite another thing to see a machine first hand that is actually literally doing all of this stuff, day by day, second after second. I witnessed a great marvelous non Griffin machine, Merv, and Advanced Robotics has little to do with any of this, all though late April does tend to produce fascinating things in my life, right Mister Spock? I suppose time travelers with ring-tones, games experts with powerful names, and Manhattan filled with a group of tricksters and “crazies” after I invented this word, in 1986; all fits together, in the mighty grand scheme of the 'dot connections of cosmos', or the ///DCOC.\\\
I will tell the experience on this blog, but first, I will tell the following things. Sunday evening, the MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES, also Sir Prince, known as the MO, struck me vicious and hard with a powerful bowel and shit hit. Lightning came all around me and knew that I needed immediate protection afterward. During the storm, the same UFO that flew around my building before during another electruical storm, returned and messed with m,e for a while. Last Sunday was a major fucking attack, and I almost did not make it into fucking work on Monday as a fucking result of this monstrous and deplorable behavior, the epitome of mans inhumanity to man!!!!!!
THANK YOU FOR BEING SO WONDERFUL TO ME THGIS YEAR, DIANA, MY BEAUTIFUL STROBE-LIGHT PROPERTY OF SARAH-STACEY-KRASSLE, causing the break-up of “AT&T” Telephone Company unfortunately, and perhaps marriages as well; right Lisa, you evil witch-bitch-cat? You judge me and you are bone jumping a barely legal retard, sheeeeeeeeeeit, fuck you sweets.
I love when people say that if time travel is possible at any time in the human civilization, we would have known about it a long time ago, as this is the very nature of the topic after-all. Well, I have three things to say here that will make anyone with active living brain cells at least scratch their head with some wonder. First, there is the blog that I have on www.blogger.com/ and has been up for over six years, and in just the past four years, if the tale of my true life does not expose this reality, well then nothing does, but this then goes right into leading the conversation into the 2nd and the 3rd thing here, so read on, YO. Forget the games expert and him and his partner coming into my Oaklyn apartment in this wild 'dreaming-experience', and forget how I put things together day after day, just from living through my nightmare life, blogging it, and studying it under a microscope without any more help from doctor Margret from the great Camden Medical Institute of magical King David Pleasure Ingredients. What makes the MORIANITY story so unique and beyond all of the possible Patterson/Potter fictions of the next generation possible TWILIGHT-ZONES, is that the story is in real time containing a real victim, yes, a REALE VITIM, L&O-SVU!!! Forget Doctor Margret, Doctor Rogers, pathetic and misguided Michael Jackson, Propophol, McGuire, 1986; and all of the Real Good Curly Haired Girls, who appear to be able to transport themselves throughout time and hyperspace, and enjoy their 9th dimensional dollhouses, lake-houses, and whatever; and forget the opening of the master tape sent to the United States Copyright Office on 081586. The real story that makes me doubt the PATS of the world, with all their logical con games, carney tricks, and dog and pony shows; is that when things do happen such as Nick the Road-Trip-Dude who has known me since he was a runny nosed kid and even before he thought to repair automobiles using rubbers, let alone smashing hubcaps with hammers; is that folks go around saying that they wait for the return of Jesus, or some time traveler, or whatever. My question right now and here is simple, and echos the sentiment of a great movie actor of the middle 20th century, James Stuart. Wait, wait for what? You have these blogs, you have the 2008 World Series, you have the entire MENTALIST show in late 2007 as the GAMES EXPERT, you have the house at 65 Middle Road, you have the auto-reverse karaoke at my guard job, you have the LOIS FOCA song, you have so much, are you all Donald Trumpers, how much do you need before you stop saying, none of us are here or doing stuff? Hell, you don't wanna' believe, that is the truth and the reality, the old Williamst6own Giant Policeman Syndrome from 1995, dudes and freaking duddesses!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But wait peeps, it gets better still. There is a book in the homes in just about all folks in this wonderful free country, the great powerful All Mighty Unites States of America. It tells thousands of years ago, amazing unknown stuff, and some human penned this shit, it did not get there by Houdini, Blaine, or Copperfield, or Patty Jane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It says that this world we live in is suspended on nothing, and no one had a clue about orbits and just where this world really went, beyond the blowing of the great four winds of N, S, E, and W!!!! I also in 1979, did not let the river run away with my mind, or get lost in time, that was saved for another seven years and 100 miles. This same book talks about time travel, and has a billion peeps following its teaching in 2011. It says, SHE says, and I am quoting the GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH-KRASSLE, “I know the ending from the beginning”. But why would you want to take me at my word when you can open up this great BIBLE,, and just read this exact shit for yourself, screw me, YO. Now this finally brings me to the wild nightmare that has had me crying like a baby off and on, ever since coming out of it over the fucking weekend, and first peeps, old slow Slowski me, huh Comcast, took me a while to see why the September 17-18 siege came on me as it did, my76 6+ years of blogs finally paying off, at least as long as I keep my name dissociated from these power house events, but a child with a runny mother fucking nose knows what's getting fucking said here, peeps. Looks like I own Ed Lynch a huge Meagan-Law apology. I do not judge folks, I report the news, and only create what is needed to survive, I am not after power, fame, or money, think this lie about me, and you do not know fucking me from Ever, Adam, or the re4st of the Old-Planet. It is a little known secret that this entire thing is HELL from someone else's world before. I would hate to see the next planet that follows us, but then SSJUKK all ready knows, and has even made this claim, of knowing, not once, but twice, and in the past 41 months on one of them, and as a fan, I shudder to admit that I do not have details to the date of the other cleverly made claim, early 21st century is my theory.
Before I move on with this powerful information, enemies the other night, cut into my telephone line, AGAIN, MISTER MCDOWELL, FCC. When I am in a trance with Diana, it interferes in huge ways, and causes many wild trips that even Blue-Boy of 1967 would be amazed with. “THEY” know that, of course. Dum-Dum-Dum-Dum, Dum-Dum-Dum-Dum-Dum!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So what am I doing in that elevator, old man, and how old really am I? Well, father of the son of SAM of Williamstown of 1996 early June, I do not have a giant girlfriend. I have an out of control somnambulist, and she has stolen two of the most precious things from me, and chains and Beach-Books have nothing to do with any of it. My wonderful PEE did not turn 13 back on the 29th, but will be 15 half a year from now, all though, this is quite4 meaningless I have come to learn. Sam the Maintenance Man of the Highview Apartments in 1996, wow, is this worse or better than Mike, back a decade earlier; when I faced Sicklerville Road and not Kent Street, Philly-57 and the Rotten-Singers? Sam insisted that a giant long dark haired goddess came into the 6-unit system, I know she did, and she never went into any of the apartments, and exited a half hour later. BULLSHIT, she came up and entered mine, raped me a 4th time, 1967, 1968, 1969, 1996, and then exited, AFTER, using her great powers and strobe lights of the world of never-never Propophol lands, on me. Now let me tell the powerful DREAMING-INTERACTION from the past mother fucking weekend that will blow your freaking ass minds folks, even with this super abridged and compressed version, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was in the future and in a parallel universe, and did not know this until late Sunday night when I figured it all out after Diana came all around, as did the MILI-2-FORCE-UFO that circled my building, here at 7th and Avenue freaking B. I want the entire 5th dimensional multiverse to know just how much that I love my beautiful lightning or (DIANA). Thank you for being so good to me when I am down so low and so far, BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Moving on with this interaction, I was in a place with Ann King, and several other peeps, there was no Dawn the King, so it always can be worse, but there was a punky boy who had ownership of a wild machine called an AVM-RECORDER. There was a giant goddess, and she was no one that I ever remembered before in my now present human waking experience as Mountainpen. The machine resembled an average sized dining room square table, about one half as tall, and looked like a giant sub-woofer, and at the far right end of it was a small screen that was about 6 inches long and 2 inches wide. I had fallen madly in love with this giant beautiful girl and she was very aggressive like Paula, and it was not Paula, or at least I do not believe it was. One day, as this “DREAM” seemed to be in sections and lasting about 3 or 4 full days and nights where I remember going to bed in a bedroom within this experience, on several occasions. I was so happy for the first time in my miserable rotten life. I had no financial worries as Ann seemed to be the owner of the entire country that this all took place in, and she and I were as we are here, very good friends. I must compress many things now or this blog would go on all night and be a thousand freaking pages long. Suddenly, I was in a large square room in their home, and it was the kitchen, and everyone was busy doing something, and the girl was talking to me and I looked over at this young child of eight or so, and he was leaning against the machine near the right top of it, right below the screen, and I could see the images on this screen erasing off as though you typed words on a present day word processor document and then hit the backspace and kept pressing on that key. Only it was not words, it was a code of some kind like nothing I ever saw in my life. All kinds of wild shapes, lines, circles, and data streams of unfathomable type of images and all in bright varying colors, all of the primary colors, as well as a few secondary colors in the spectrum, were all included. As this mischievous male child was leaning, it was against some type of an erasing button, and all of the interaction that I had been experiencing was matching the images on the screen, and I just came to instantly realize this, when suddenly, parts of the house, as well as memories of the dream itself, began vanishing one by one, as these images began to reverse-off of the screen. On top of the machine, it read the following words: AVM-RECORDER-M90-PATENTED 2164. I began seeing this clearer and clearer, and remembered that the year was 2177. I was another person and yet I was also me, and this other person was born on the 3rd of February in the year of 2140. The child was born in 2169, and we had celebrated his 8th birthday the night before. He was extremely fucking mischievous and threw the entire birthday cake right into my face when no one was looking, and I got blamed for it. This was when the happiness in the interaction, all began turning the other way, just as shit does here in this world, when occasionally things start out good, but always go sour and south quite quickly, and without too much time wasted. In any event, this machine stood for, as I came to learn, and then remembered from here in my life in this time and universe as well, AUDIO-VIDEO-MATERIAL. All of life can be recorded, played back, erased, changed, whatever, using an AVM-Recorder. He continued erasing stuff over and over, until eventually, I was in nothingness, not even awake back here, it was one of the worst nightmares I have had since returning home from my stay at Selena Dada's rooming-house on Stenton Avenue back in 1974 and speaking to the ghost of James Hoffa near Central Pier, in Atlantic City. Before I was finally able to come back here to this life where I am presently existing in, with or without real good curly haired teen girls; I found myself at the place where I am employed, and it was 10 times longer and wider, or 100 times more voluminous in total area, and had only partial areas where a covered ceiling existed, and this was very high, like a circus tent. What are you doing to me Pat Jane?
The reason that I mention the ending of this experience, is because, there are indeed major things going on at this place. I would love to talk on, but feel that I would be punished beyond even my wildest dreaded fears of doom and looming disasters. I know that my experience where I spent those five months in another parallel universe of Atlantic city, back in 1986, that started all of this, is what is all really behind this nightmare, I just do not have all of the fucking ass pieces put together yet. Maybe the great COMCAST CABLE COMPANY knows, I know 'the Trump is in the Tower', but too bad he wasn't in one of Donna and Angela's towers, chains of gold hair, and other bullshit; all notwithstanding, BRAHHHH!!!!!!!
END TRANSMISH FROM THE GREATEST 86 FISH, NOT A TINY
SHELLFISH, wow did that take an AE to figure out dude, YO.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0245
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0245
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
START BLOG:
Where are the Fort Pierce Police? Loud music should not be playing all over the place all night long, even up in the mother fucking ghetto hood, it did not. This is a major attack by major fucking enemies.
My blog that posted the other day as an October 4th post was really the fifth, it seems the time stamp on my machine WAS HACKED TO BE THE OPPOSITE, READING AM INSTEAD OF PM, and I was unable to change it back for quite a while. Eventually I tried something, if it had not worked, my guru would have repaired it, and I plan to show her this keystroke hacking when she is over here on the 'fifdeeeenth', Doris Whore Plum Firebug. Wow, are you in this clan too, baby, related to Bob Levy in blood as opposed to marriage, YO?
When these wonderful darlings are not damaging property, they are starting fires, or abducting innocents. The 'JWSS', the last two letters standing for slave syndrome. No bright bulb is needed to figure out the first two initials, YO. The problem is that my distant cousin's wife, Alice Gallagher Huntington was in with these monsters, and one day a deal blew up in their faces following a camping trip, or really, and with no pun meant I swear, a HUNTING trip, dog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A strange dude came up to me in the middle autumn of the year of 1977, at the Haddonwood Swim club, and asked me if I wanted to make a lot of money in the WS business, and I to0ld him what he could go and do with his offer. He never came back, as though he was just there to lure me into the fold as they could not totally get me in 1967, 1968, 1969, or 1970. My 'MOM' seemed to instinctively know something was dangerously wrong, and sent me away with vigor, in 1971, to a private school out in Exton, Pennsylvania, USAESMWG,m by the name of Church Farm. Don't die on me Donna Gaines, your Julia-Boy cannot take too many more freaking shocks right now, I'll end up a basket case, or maybe a “charity-case”, where is the Color-Me-Mine place when I need them folks, DUH??
When I am not being noise attacked, the chemtrails are killing me, poisoning me, making my cough all day long and wheeze, planes, utility attacks, I HAVE NEVER MOTHER FUCKING SEEN SO MUCH CUNT LAPPING PERSECUTION IN ALL MY MOTHER FUCKING LIFE, and who knows, the real unthinkable could happen, trump, maybe you need to tell these bastards to back this shit off and then take your own good fucking advice, Baldy, as if it goes all the way, how really, do you plan to explain your own personal gargantuan part in all of this fucking shit, old college boy? The ADA Wirtz said that he would call you into the office one day if you confessed, now you may not have to fucking confess shit, old buddy black princess epitome tapes, and then on top of that, when all is said and done, how can all the money in the world do one thing except solve financially related problems? You know, for those that are genuinely wondering how I pull off these parlor tricks, maybe they are and maybe they are not, Jules Verne!!!!
More and more peeps are coughing and getting sick in Fort Pierce, WHERE IS U-TUBE AND THE CHEMTRAIL FOLKS WHEN WE NEED THESE MOTHER FUCKERS SO BADLY, YO????????????????????
Where are the fucking local cops, don't we have fucking noise ordinances around here, what the fuck am I paying you guys taxes for, reverse sewage service????
DOW UP 300 FRIDATY, 400 MONDAY, 500 TUESDAY, 600 WEDNESDAY, JUST WEATCH AND SEE IF I AM WRONG OR RIGHT, STANLEY MESSES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS IS THE WORST THANKS-2-GIVENS MOTHER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE I HAVE SEEN IN DECADES, YO, Ann King says to tell you, you're all a bunch of dog shit pig liars and rotten soulless bastards.
Whoever invented guns and sub-woofers, should be shot through a loud cannon into hard granite.
BLOG ENDS: Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
START BLOG:
Where are the Fort Pierce Police? Loud music should not be playing all over the place all night long, even up in the mother fucking ghetto hood, it did not. This is a major attack by major fucking enemies.
My blog that posted the other day as an October 4th post was really the fifth, it seems the time stamp on my machine WAS HACKED TO BE THE OPPOSITE, READING AM INSTEAD OF PM, and I was unable to change it back for quite a while. Eventually I tried something, if it had not worked, my guru would have repaired it, and I plan to show her this keystroke hacking when she is over here on the 'fifdeeeenth', Doris Whore Plum Firebug. Wow, are you in this clan too, baby, related to Bob Levy in blood as opposed to marriage, YO?
When these wonderful darlings are not damaging property, they are starting fires, or abducting innocents. The 'JWSS', the last two letters standing for slave syndrome. No bright bulb is needed to figure out the first two initials, YO. The problem is that my distant cousin's wife, Alice Gallagher Huntington was in with these monsters, and one day a deal blew up in their faces following a camping trip, or really, and with no pun meant I swear, a HUNTING trip, dog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A strange dude came up to me in the middle autumn of the year of 1977, at the Haddonwood Swim club, and asked me if I wanted to make a lot of money in the WS business, and I to0ld him what he could go and do with his offer. He never came back, as though he was just there to lure me into the fold as they could not totally get me in 1967, 1968, 1969, or 1970. My 'MOM' seemed to instinctively know something was dangerously wrong, and sent me away with vigor, in 1971, to a private school out in Exton, Pennsylvania, USAESMWG,m by the name of Church Farm. Don't die on me Donna Gaines, your Julia-Boy cannot take too many more freaking shocks right now, I'll end up a basket case, or maybe a “charity-case”, where is the Color-Me-Mine place when I need them folks, DUH??
When I am not being noise attacked, the chemtrails are killing me, poisoning me, making my cough all day long and wheeze, planes, utility attacks, I HAVE NEVER MOTHER FUCKING SEEN SO MUCH CUNT LAPPING PERSECUTION IN ALL MY MOTHER FUCKING LIFE, and who knows, the real unthinkable could happen, trump, maybe you need to tell these bastards to back this shit off and then take your own good fucking advice, Baldy, as if it goes all the way, how really, do you plan to explain your own personal gargantuan part in all of this fucking shit, old college boy? The ADA Wirtz said that he would call you into the office one day if you confessed, now you may not have to fucking confess shit, old buddy black princess epitome tapes, and then on top of that, when all is said and done, how can all the money in the world do one thing except solve financially related problems? You know, for those that are genuinely wondering how I pull off these parlor tricks, maybe they are and maybe they are not, Jules Verne!!!!
More and more peeps are coughing and getting sick in Fort Pierce, WHERE IS U-TUBE AND THE CHEMTRAIL FOLKS WHEN WE NEED THESE MOTHER FUCKERS SO BADLY, YO????????????????????
Where are the fucking local cops, don't we have fucking noise ordinances around here, what the fuck am I paying you guys taxes for, reverse sewage service????
DOW UP 300 FRIDATY, 400 MONDAY, 500 TUESDAY, 600 WEDNESDAY, JUST WEATCH AND SEE IF I AM WRONG OR RIGHT, STANLEY MESSES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS IS THE WORST THANKS-2-GIVENS MOTHER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE I HAVE SEEN IN DECADES, YO, Ann King says to tell you, you're all a bunch of dog shit pig liars and rotten soulless bastards.
Whoever invented guns and sub-woofers, should be shot through a loud cannon into hard granite.
BLOG ENDS: Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0244
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0244
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2297
DATFILE: CH-0245-100611.799
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BLOG SUBTITLE FOUR: “HOW WOULD YOU LIKE”
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN 2006-2011 ©
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I had a small question come into my tiny mind today while out on my errands, changing my address on my auto drivers license and other necessary items that conform with the laws of the land, that many times seem quite contrary to the ability to maintain survival, a common intentional practice to weed out those that do not conform to what an established empire and order, decide is correct, a really neat idea if you happen to be on the right side of stuff, and practiced by many great outstanding gentlemen throughout history, such as Adolf Hitler, and many others.
Since these enemies of mine, who are called by many roses and Shakespearean names, at numerous times, while writing my blogs; have enjoyed ruining my entire life, both adult and childhood, and have literally gotten-off on it with the spreading of more combined cum cream to fill up the entire Empire State Building from cubic inch to cubic inch, with all of the office furniture totally removed first; and since their evil cehated manipulated controlled demonic satanic stock market made gigantic gains today, on my back, via powerful unthinkable death siege perpetrated on me since this THANKSGIVING SIEGE OF HELL-DEATH started in the 2011 year around the 17th or 18th day of last month, September; let me not practice my noprmal bad naming, cursing, and poor pitiful Ronstadt me routine, but instead; merely ask my readership to do two simple things for me tonight, I promise you, no animals will be hurt, no feelings will either, no monies need be expended, nothing need be lost, in fact, maybe, just freaking maybe, a huge thing might be gained, all though I extremely doubt the remotest possibility of it, and that is that something might be gained, actually, might be GROWN, and that would be folks, a conscience, a collective conscience, unimaginable as this absurd idea and concept may appear to be on its face; by what I have called the WOMO throughout my long blogging career now that started early in 2006, standing for the 'WORLD-OWNERS MILITARY UFO FORCE ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN', shortened a small amount with the quicker words of the MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES. WOMO is quicker and shorter still, and thus is used by me, this blogger, quite often, in my description of these wonderful, nice, lovely, decent, kind hearted and sweet individuals who are so benevolent and mean only so much good to this world, that finally, the world is beginning to catch on, slowly, but it is catching on, and right on the streets of the great NEW YORK CITY, and really, all around the world, thank you STEVE, and 'I know' you can hear me, others do not.
Som let me spend the rest of this blog's time by doing only this: First, try and forget all of the past blogs ever written by Mountainpen just while you read on here, make it as though none of this ever existed, after all, it doesn't, it is all just made up lies and delusions, and fantasies of a poor sick deranged butt-wipe who needs to spend the rest of his life locked away in a mental institution. I am tired of arguing with you all, so really, in full heart, I say now, do a Burger King, and yes, enjoy the food, and GHAVE IT YOUR WAY, folks. Now the second and final thing I ask is that you let me simply ask you this one long question, and these questions will each become a paragraph, nice broken easy to read text, no long walls to annoy the mighty minds and perfect peeps of the www.unexplained-mysteries.com/ YO, we can't have any of that, gee whiz, golly gash darn, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First, I am wondering how any of you would have enjoyed personally going through, or having any of your wonderful loved ones, parents, children, whatever, go through some of these nice lovely terrific things? For starters, so we don't feel so bad and can start solving the problems of Maria, and adding sugar coating to help us take our meds; or am I confusing another great Julie with another great movie, but in any case, so here are my few little 'HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE THESE THINGS HIT YOUR HOUSEHOLD', questions peeps, sorry if anyone vomits Uncle Trainheinz, or cries, or gets tense, or heavens forbid, feels guilty about anything, shoot, we can't have anyone else disturbed, the HUNTINGTON CURSE states that it is only all right to up set and disturb Mo0untainpen, and also to totally take his entire life from the age of one day, literally apart, and squash each small piece into dog poop, and laugh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hay wonderful folks, how would you like this great thing to happen? How about your entire education wrecked forever, even after proving to a school that you are able to take an entire math assignment for an entire school year home, and complete it, in one night? How would you like this to happen to your little son or daughter. Don't wake up from the dead, “MOM”, or does that only stand for the disinformation black-file agency scramble of (Maximizing Obfuscating Morons)?
How would you like to have every second of your waking life used to terrorize you, just to make the stock market go up with a seemingly magical ingredient named by a deluded sick paranoid schizophrenic, ICPE, standing for Intentionally Creating Parallel Events?
How would you like it if every single person hates you, turns against you, and wants to maker you as miserable as possible, and for absolutely no reason whatsoever, or how would you like it if your child, even medicated with all the sike drugs in the world, continues to insist to you, is indeed happening to them, and nothing ever changes, year and decade and century, being meaningless?
How would you like 100,000 dollars of property damage to be done to you over a 30 or more year period of time, or to your lovely kid or parent, or sibling, or spouse, and you are powerless to ever prove it is really happening, let alone ever getting it stopped, and having any justice done?
How would you like watching the music and the movies over a 40 year period, to be making direct fun of every single thing in your life, and you are powerless to make one person, even your best friend, take you seriously, and yet you totally know what you know, that is unless your shoe size is way higher than your mental age?
How would you like to be 14 one summer, and have a married older woman force you underneath a boardwalk, rape you, have your child, never tell you that there was a child born, have the child told lies about you, lose contact or said better, never have contact on the physical world, as nothing stops dreams from working their “magic”, huh Mister Macy? How would you like this to happen to your wonderful son, you nice mommy's out there that have some humanity? The best laid plans of mice and men will indeed fail, and the US Office of Copyrights has known about 'YOUR', not my, plight; since the early eighties, via powerful occult and paranormal situations that cannot be further elucidated upon safely at this point in time, Senator? This is not about me, remember, I am asking you all how you would freaking feel. My dad, excuse me, your dad, left a small town in Ohio because talk got out on the street that he was not who he thought and that his 3rd grand daddy was also raped in a cotton field by a big beautiful black goddess slave, the best laid planes fail, just when they do not know a secret, they screw up, this is why I advise folks not to ever try and get freaking away with murder, unless you enjoy lifetimes in a jail, or electric chairs, or poison needles.
I could ask a lot more things of you folks, but for right now, I ask only how you would like this to happen to you or yours, so maybe an honest answer comment may follow one day, and not all the boo-hoo, ranter butt-wipe, and others like this, all though, humanity is what it is, and is degenerating at the speed of light cubed, so really, I do not expect very much of a soul, all I do know is that the biggest lie ever told on Earth, was most likely not meant to be so bad or big or awful, but it was, and it was when Ed Lynch said to me that I would get some help with my nightmare, if I blogged my true story, wow, what a huge lie straight from the devil's hell, DOG, YO!!!!!! BYE-BYE-4-NOW, KAL.
PREDICTIONS: DOW JONES UP 5000 POINTS BY THE END OF THIS YEAR. THE MURDER OF THE PROTESTORS. THE PHILLIES GOING DOWN IN FLAMES. THE FLYERS WIN THE 2012 LORD STANLEY CUP. WATCH AND SEE FOLKS.
I never thought in a million years, you would take things this far, Jewelly Nurockey Bassler Safka!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I said hi for you at the DMV today, sweetie, they still have more lamination's than you, but not that many more, YO.
END TRANSMISH FROM THE GREATEST 1986 FISH, the gods!
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2297
DATFILE: CH-0245-100611.799
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BLOG SUBTITLE FOUR: “HOW WOULD YOU LIKE”
COPYRIGHTED BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN 2006-2011 ©
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I had a small question come into my tiny mind today while out on my errands, changing my address on my auto drivers license and other necessary items that conform with the laws of the land, that many times seem quite contrary to the ability to maintain survival, a common intentional practice to weed out those that do not conform to what an established empire and order, decide is correct, a really neat idea if you happen to be on the right side of stuff, and practiced by many great outstanding gentlemen throughout history, such as Adolf Hitler, and many others.
Since these enemies of mine, who are called by many roses and Shakespearean names, at numerous times, while writing my blogs; have enjoyed ruining my entire life, both adult and childhood, and have literally gotten-off on it with the spreading of more combined cum cream to fill up the entire Empire State Building from cubic inch to cubic inch, with all of the office furniture totally removed first; and since their evil cehated manipulated controlled demonic satanic stock market made gigantic gains today, on my back, via powerful unthinkable death siege perpetrated on me since this THANKSGIVING SIEGE OF HELL-DEATH started in the 2011 year around the 17th or 18th day of last month, September; let me not practice my noprmal bad naming, cursing, and poor pitiful Ronstadt me routine, but instead; merely ask my readership to do two simple things for me tonight, I promise you, no animals will be hurt, no feelings will either, no monies need be expended, nothing need be lost, in fact, maybe, just freaking maybe, a huge thing might be gained, all though I extremely doubt the remotest possibility of it, and that is that something might be gained, actually, might be GROWN, and that would be folks, a conscience, a collective conscience, unimaginable as this absurd idea and concept may appear to be on its face; by what I have called the WOMO throughout my long blogging career now that started early in 2006, standing for the 'WORLD-OWNERS MILITARY UFO FORCE ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN', shortened a small amount with the quicker words of the MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES. WOMO is quicker and shorter still, and thus is used by me, this blogger, quite often, in my description of these wonderful, nice, lovely, decent, kind hearted and sweet individuals who are so benevolent and mean only so much good to this world, that finally, the world is beginning to catch on, slowly, but it is catching on, and right on the streets of the great NEW YORK CITY, and really, all around the world, thank you STEVE, and 'I know' you can hear me, others do not.
Som let me spend the rest of this blog's time by doing only this: First, try and forget all of the past blogs ever written by Mountainpen just while you read on here, make it as though none of this ever existed, after all, it doesn't, it is all just made up lies and delusions, and fantasies of a poor sick deranged butt-wipe who needs to spend the rest of his life locked away in a mental institution. I am tired of arguing with you all, so really, in full heart, I say now, do a Burger King, and yes, enjoy the food, and GHAVE IT YOUR WAY, folks. Now the second and final thing I ask is that you let me simply ask you this one long question, and these questions will each become a paragraph, nice broken easy to read text, no long walls to annoy the mighty minds and perfect peeps of the www.unexplained-mysteries.com/ YO, we can't have any of that, gee whiz, golly gash darn, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
First, I am wondering how any of you would have enjoyed personally going through, or having any of your wonderful loved ones, parents, children, whatever, go through some of these nice lovely terrific things? For starters, so we don't feel so bad and can start solving the problems of Maria, and adding sugar coating to help us take our meds; or am I confusing another great Julie with another great movie, but in any case, so here are my few little 'HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE THESE THINGS HIT YOUR HOUSEHOLD', questions peeps, sorry if anyone vomits Uncle Trainheinz, or cries, or gets tense, or heavens forbid, feels guilty about anything, shoot, we can't have anyone else disturbed, the HUNTINGTON CURSE states that it is only all right to up set and disturb Mo0untainpen, and also to totally take his entire life from the age of one day, literally apart, and squash each small piece into dog poop, and laugh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hay wonderful folks, how would you like this great thing to happen? How about your entire education wrecked forever, even after proving to a school that you are able to take an entire math assignment for an entire school year home, and complete it, in one night? How would you like this to happen to your little son or daughter. Don't wake up from the dead, “MOM”, or does that only stand for the disinformation black-file agency scramble of (Maximizing Obfuscating Morons)?
How would you like to have every second of your waking life used to terrorize you, just to make the stock market go up with a seemingly magical ingredient named by a deluded sick paranoid schizophrenic, ICPE, standing for Intentionally Creating Parallel Events?
How would you like it if every single person hates you, turns against you, and wants to maker you as miserable as possible, and for absolutely no reason whatsoever, or how would you like it if your child, even medicated with all the sike drugs in the world, continues to insist to you, is indeed happening to them, and nothing ever changes, year and decade and century, being meaningless?
How would you like 100,000 dollars of property damage to be done to you over a 30 or more year period of time, or to your lovely kid or parent, or sibling, or spouse, and you are powerless to ever prove it is really happening, let alone ever getting it stopped, and having any justice done?
How would you like watching the music and the movies over a 40 year period, to be making direct fun of every single thing in your life, and you are powerless to make one person, even your best friend, take you seriously, and yet you totally know what you know, that is unless your shoe size is way higher than your mental age?
How would you like to be 14 one summer, and have a married older woman force you underneath a boardwalk, rape you, have your child, never tell you that there was a child born, have the child told lies about you, lose contact or said better, never have contact on the physical world, as nothing stops dreams from working their “magic”, huh Mister Macy? How would you like this to happen to your wonderful son, you nice mommy's out there that have some humanity? The best laid plans of mice and men will indeed fail, and the US Office of Copyrights has known about 'YOUR', not my, plight; since the early eighties, via powerful occult and paranormal situations that cannot be further elucidated upon safely at this point in time, Senator? This is not about me, remember, I am asking you all how you would freaking feel. My dad, excuse me, your dad, left a small town in Ohio because talk got out on the street that he was not who he thought and that his 3rd grand daddy was also raped in a cotton field by a big beautiful black goddess slave, the best laid planes fail, just when they do not know a secret, they screw up, this is why I advise folks not to ever try and get freaking away with murder, unless you enjoy lifetimes in a jail, or electric chairs, or poison needles.
I could ask a lot more things of you folks, but for right now, I ask only how you would like this to happen to you or yours, so maybe an honest answer comment may follow one day, and not all the boo-hoo, ranter butt-wipe, and others like this, all though, humanity is what it is, and is degenerating at the speed of light cubed, so really, I do not expect very much of a soul, all I do know is that the biggest lie ever told on Earth, was most likely not meant to be so bad or big or awful, but it was, and it was when Ed Lynch said to me that I would get some help with my nightmare, if I blogged my true story, wow, what a huge lie straight from the devil's hell, DOG, YO!!!!!! BYE-BYE-4-NOW, KAL.
PREDICTIONS: DOW JONES UP 5000 POINTS BY THE END OF THIS YEAR. THE MURDER OF THE PROTESTORS. THE PHILLIES GOING DOWN IN FLAMES. THE FLYERS WIN THE 2012 LORD STANLEY CUP. WATCH AND SEE FOLKS.
I never thought in a million years, you would take things this far, Jewelly Nurockey Bassler Safka!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I said hi for you at the DMV today, sweetie, they still have more lamination's than you, but not that many more, YO.
END TRANSMISH FROM THE GREATEST 1986 FISH, the gods!
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0243
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0243
WORLD LABS OF 2298 DATFILE: 100511.975
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
SUBTITLE FOUR: “THE BIGGEST LIE EVER TOLD ON EARTH”
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I know that nobody will believe a word that I say, and I must take the attitude that this is not my problem, even though it really most certainly of course is. Still, I know, and the All Mighty knows, that I speak the truth, and that all the wild claims made on these 6-7 years of blogs on the internet, are all the truth as best as I have been able to construct some broken pieces, and put lots of dots together on a gigantic cosmic jig saw puzzle, bought and paid for with my name on it, from the Santa of all Santa Claus's, leaving me with one hell of a mess, Stanley.
First of all, the incredible THANKS-2-GIVENS DEATH SIEGE, that all began so monstrously on the 17th or 18th day of last month, was no accident in time. NOTHING EVER JUST HAPPENS, not ever and not in the smallest way possible. Humans detest this because it wipes out the ego of humankind by lessening the otherwise more control that homosapiens supposedly have with a so-called 'free-will'. Much of the time, there is a cyclic repetition from an original free will, but on many occasions, the first time around that 7th dimensional reality was dreamed out and away from previous closed curved larger infinities, downward into this one; we thought that we had a free will, but we were under control. Sometime this control is simple and will not make me sound space cadetish when it is explained as follows. You wake up and do not want to go to work, you force yourself, it is the last thing that you want to do, you do it against your will as without it, bills do not get paid, and a long list of worse problems extend beyond this, so we do whast we MUST. We get to work and the boss tells us we have to do something we really hate doing and usually do not have to do, but it is do it or else, and right now, so move mother fucker and this is not a request. Well, we are not slaves as this practice is outlawed directly, yet a child can see it plainly. WALL STREET has indeed made SLAVES out of 95% of the American population, as they have totally sold our freedoms and our very lives, right down the stagnant murky fucking river. When major complexity is then tacked on to the otherwise mundane “day to day life struggles”of the MISTER MCBRAIR HADDONFIELD CLUB of 1969 and 1970, a brand new set of circumstances comes into play. Most peeps will agree with all my words up to this more complicated set of stuff that comes next, and I cannot worry about losing the attention or the agreement of blog viewers and criticizers, as truth must be spoken. Dave Roth may very well have been correct all along, through a magical back door, about playing around with hyperspace. It is costly, it is dangerous, and there really is a chance that Doctor Camping and his doomsday deal could be real, as the enemy has kept me too busy with hell and persecution in my life since middle late September, to tell the world that I believe wholeheartedly that an explosion has a chance to occur that would indeed be more than powerful enough to obliterate entirely, our solar system, in an instantaneous flash wink. I do not think this is the motive, but it is theoretically a possibility, and it is on this night that I truthfully have a message for a man with lots of pretty fake hair. I am sorry for making fun of your flying around over you Plaza roof, I am kind of whirling around myself right now, and we both know exactly what is happening. However, I do not think that you have any more control over some of this than I do, as billions of dollars is great for solving all possible financial situations, but it will not reverse the laws of physics, or stop doomsday's, or for that matter, undo the damage that all my tape recorders and my messing around, has in fact done. The clue that is larger than all of the distracted persecution tactics, and the act of the unspeakable deal itself as well, all combined; is the name of the test that the lab will be conducting later this week on my blood, Roseann Delaney; or one of three tests, as originally my Fort Pierce, Florida doctor wanted only two tests done, until I told him what a millionaire said to me about a month ago. I cannot blog anymore or horrible shit will happen all over the globe, it is that huge and that deadly fucking dangerous, and this I swear on my life under flag and nation, and my wonderful Goddess, the All Mighty SS Jehovah Krassle. Smart Guys replaced the powerful truths being cleverly told on cable television reruns recently, but still and all, let me tell you something lads and lassies. I said on a blog back early last summer time, that earlier versions of this All Mighty Sarah-Stacey might very well operate one way, and so might the plots on these covertly told Hollywood shows, but there is no limit to what this All mighty being can and will do, and if Doctor Harold Camping is correct, the power to pull it off is right in the mix, here in the continental united States, or at least has a 50/50 chance atomically. I do not know if the military responded in tandem today to the telephone call around one this afternoon or so, or if they are scared out of their wits about all of this, as they should be, but all things considered, I admit now, that for all the wrong reasons, David Roth was right when he did not want to play around with hyperspace, too bad I never wrote that song, only the Resorts International Magnetic song of 1983, somehow 1997 and Warren Grove, NJUSAESMWG, was destined to get lost in the mix. I am being vague and subtle with my words, watching each one carefully as though I was one of the rich and famous. This is too big a deal, and somebody out here knows it, to have me not be cautious as all get out with my vocabulary. May the gods pity me for what I have done since 1986 and 1997, still, what did I do in 1969 to deserve what led me to doing a lot of this? I have this come back as a fail safe, yet, do I? After-all folks, it really is like the proverbial doomsday prophets of all times. What glory humanly is in this, as there is no upside potential. Think about it. If you are wrong, you are jeered and laughed at as a fake. If you are right, no one is around to celebrate you. No upside at all, to quote another strange 'JULIA'. Wolf-Wolf-Wolf, or maybe 495-meow. Let me go ahead and 495, PAULA WOLF WESCOTT VENTURA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Speaking of years back, there also was 2006, when a man made me another famous *****PROMISE*****. His name was Ed. He said one person would believe me and help me. Now I am left to wonder the biggest crap since any Shakespearean philosophical play writing. It is like 1981 all over again at Magnetic Resorts Hotel, am I right gorgeous meat packer from Boston? Like I told the parking attendant, I am going to a casino yes, but will not know if I won or lost, for a while after leaving Atlantic City. He looked at me with a strange smirk, I think there is a chance he was one of the Briggbase Cult, I have come to recognize that cute smirk on the face real well. Time is always a teacher.*** THIS BLOG NOW TERMINATES TRANSMISSION.
WORLD LABS OF 2298 DATFILE: 100511.975
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
SUBTITLE FOUR: “THE BIGGEST LIE EVER TOLD ON EARTH”
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I know that nobody will believe a word that I say, and I must take the attitude that this is not my problem, even though it really most certainly of course is. Still, I know, and the All Mighty knows, that I speak the truth, and that all the wild claims made on these 6-7 years of blogs on the internet, are all the truth as best as I have been able to construct some broken pieces, and put lots of dots together on a gigantic cosmic jig saw puzzle, bought and paid for with my name on it, from the Santa of all Santa Claus's, leaving me with one hell of a mess, Stanley.
First of all, the incredible THANKS-2-GIVENS DEATH SIEGE, that all began so monstrously on the 17th or 18th day of last month, was no accident in time. NOTHING EVER JUST HAPPENS, not ever and not in the smallest way possible. Humans detest this because it wipes out the ego of humankind by lessening the otherwise more control that homosapiens supposedly have with a so-called 'free-will'. Much of the time, there is a cyclic repetition from an original free will, but on many occasions, the first time around that 7th dimensional reality was dreamed out and away from previous closed curved larger infinities, downward into this one; we thought that we had a free will, but we were under control. Sometime this control is simple and will not make me sound space cadetish when it is explained as follows. You wake up and do not want to go to work, you force yourself, it is the last thing that you want to do, you do it against your will as without it, bills do not get paid, and a long list of worse problems extend beyond this, so we do whast we MUST. We get to work and the boss tells us we have to do something we really hate doing and usually do not have to do, but it is do it or else, and right now, so move mother fucker and this is not a request. Well, we are not slaves as this practice is outlawed directly, yet a child can see it plainly. WALL STREET has indeed made SLAVES out of 95% of the American population, as they have totally sold our freedoms and our very lives, right down the stagnant murky fucking river. When major complexity is then tacked on to the otherwise mundane “day to day life struggles”of the MISTER MCBRAIR HADDONFIELD CLUB of 1969 and 1970, a brand new set of circumstances comes into play. Most peeps will agree with all my words up to this more complicated set of stuff that comes next, and I cannot worry about losing the attention or the agreement of blog viewers and criticizers, as truth must be spoken. Dave Roth may very well have been correct all along, through a magical back door, about playing around with hyperspace. It is costly, it is dangerous, and there really is a chance that Doctor Camping and his doomsday deal could be real, as the enemy has kept me too busy with hell and persecution in my life since middle late September, to tell the world that I believe wholeheartedly that an explosion has a chance to occur that would indeed be more than powerful enough to obliterate entirely, our solar system, in an instantaneous flash wink. I do not think this is the motive, but it is theoretically a possibility, and it is on this night that I truthfully have a message for a man with lots of pretty fake hair. I am sorry for making fun of your flying around over you Plaza roof, I am kind of whirling around myself right now, and we both know exactly what is happening. However, I do not think that you have any more control over some of this than I do, as billions of dollars is great for solving all possible financial situations, but it will not reverse the laws of physics, or stop doomsday's, or for that matter, undo the damage that all my tape recorders and my messing around, has in fact done. The clue that is larger than all of the distracted persecution tactics, and the act of the unspeakable deal itself as well, all combined; is the name of the test that the lab will be conducting later this week on my blood, Roseann Delaney; or one of three tests, as originally my Fort Pierce, Florida doctor wanted only two tests done, until I told him what a millionaire said to me about a month ago. I cannot blog anymore or horrible shit will happen all over the globe, it is that huge and that deadly fucking dangerous, and this I swear on my life under flag and nation, and my wonderful Goddess, the All Mighty SS Jehovah Krassle. Smart Guys replaced the powerful truths being cleverly told on cable television reruns recently, but still and all, let me tell you something lads and lassies. I said on a blog back early last summer time, that earlier versions of this All Mighty Sarah-Stacey might very well operate one way, and so might the plots on these covertly told Hollywood shows, but there is no limit to what this All mighty being can and will do, and if Doctor Harold Camping is correct, the power to pull it off is right in the mix, here in the continental united States, or at least has a 50/50 chance atomically. I do not know if the military responded in tandem today to the telephone call around one this afternoon or so, or if they are scared out of their wits about all of this, as they should be, but all things considered, I admit now, that for all the wrong reasons, David Roth was right when he did not want to play around with hyperspace, too bad I never wrote that song, only the Resorts International Magnetic song of 1983, somehow 1997 and Warren Grove, NJUSAESMWG, was destined to get lost in the mix. I am being vague and subtle with my words, watching each one carefully as though I was one of the rich and famous. This is too big a deal, and somebody out here knows it, to have me not be cautious as all get out with my vocabulary. May the gods pity me for what I have done since 1986 and 1997, still, what did I do in 1969 to deserve what led me to doing a lot of this? I have this come back as a fail safe, yet, do I? After-all folks, it really is like the proverbial doomsday prophets of all times. What glory humanly is in this, as there is no upside potential. Think about it. If you are wrong, you are jeered and laughed at as a fake. If you are right, no one is around to celebrate you. No upside at all, to quote another strange 'JULIA'. Wolf-Wolf-Wolf, or maybe 495-meow. Let me go ahead and 495, PAULA WOLF WESCOTT VENTURA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Speaking of years back, there also was 2006, when a man made me another famous *****PROMISE*****. His name was Ed. He said one person would believe me and help me. Now I am left to wonder the biggest crap since any Shakespearean philosophical play writing. It is like 1981 all over again at Magnetic Resorts Hotel, am I right gorgeous meat packer from Boston? Like I told the parking attendant, I am going to a casino yes, but will not know if I won or lost, for a while after leaving Atlantic City. He looked at me with a strange smirk, I think there is a chance he was one of the Briggbase Cult, I have come to recognize that cute smirk on the face real well. Time is always a teacher.*** THIS BLOG NOW TERMINATES TRANSMISSION.
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0242
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0242
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
START OF BLOG:
Neighbors are making my life a major fucking hell with loud mother fucking stereo garbage music. I intend to write a letter to the fucking HOUSING AUTHORITY. It will be in the mail over the weekend. If I get no place, I will make an appointment to see somebody. This all began with that all night music attack, and these monster mother fuckers are making me miserable, obviously MIND CONTROL is behind this, as well as so much more. Since WOMO enemies want to make me miserable continually with these CHEMTRAILS, and other loud sky siege that is again going on, along with music hell, let me tell some big ass fucking secrets to the blogging world in retaliation, as this is my only weapon of counterstrike, all I have to work with is car bombs and planes into buildings, I AM FIGHTING A VERY EVIL EMPIRE, STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART OF SATAN!
IN 2000, THERE WAS A COMPETITION ON THE BEACH, LED BY THE GREAT ALL MIGHTY FAMOUS BAYWATCH DUDE, MITCH. I may or may not have mentioned the complicated incident with the lifeguard named Michelle Gracci on previous blogs, during all of this. This took place in where else, but good old mother fucking rotten demonic ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG. I had no idea when I was trying to learn information about the Callio family of the local area there, that this was but one branch of a beyond fathomable extended wild family, going all the way to the KENNEDY clan, and as many of you know, others as well. Still, as I told Eric today at the HARVEST and their website is www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ I am not going to be able to take much more, I am at the end of my rope, and the only way to survive, is to prove that a force far beyond Planet-Earth, is indeed causing all of this, ever since the nineteen sixties. What you need to understand is how and why WALL STREET is so connected in and throughout this, as is ATLANTIC CITY, and then beyond this, all of the dozens of totally irrational and unexplainable fucking shit ass things that have happened to me, from getting the shit knocked out of me by the Beach Patrol mascots back in 1975, to literally so much more that no blog or even group of them, could ever even hope to do justice to the subject and topic here in its fullness, so let me try and be a bit inventive and creative, and really blow your Coral State Farm mind simultaneously!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If anyone read the all ready existing 3-7 year long blog that I have used as a LIFE JOURNAL, as well as other double-bubble things, ity would not really be necessary for me to do this now, but just as with the great KJV Christian scriptures and the BIBLE, not even the majority of ministers and Holy Peeps, ever really read it cover to cover, as without doing this, folks; you are totally fucking kidding yourselves that you will be enlightened to properly receive its message. My shit is absolutely no different at all. In fact, it is only the BIBLE, PART-2. I do not give a rats fucking shit ass who thinks these words are delusional or the quintessential sacrilege. I KNOW WHAT I AM SAYING IS TRUE, and so do a few others that you can count with one finger. The Atlantic County fucking Prosecutors Office know fully well this is powerful and true, so does the mighty GOOGLE. I do not need to prove a thing to the owners of the world, THEY ALL READY KNOW, PEEPS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
By this time next week, I will be in Afghanistan or Iraq working as a Private Security Non-Military person. Try hurting me mother fuckers. Selena of Stenton Place knows that Jenny Hewitt is not the only Merry-Go-Round Ghost Heaven Talker. I say this with no bluff nor need for wearing any poker faces, still 1986 was a fascinating year, between the Jimmy Carter bullshit, the casino bullshit, and MI wonderful kid. ************ END BLOG, DOGS!!!!!!
SUPPLEMENTAL ENTRY
START OF BLOG:
Neighbors are making my life a major fucking hell with loud mother fucking stereo garbage music. I intend to write a letter to the fucking HOUSING AUTHORITY. It will be in the mail over the weekend. If I get no place, I will make an appointment to see somebody. This all began with that all night music attack, and these monster mother fuckers are making me miserable, obviously MIND CONTROL is behind this, as well as so much more. Since WOMO enemies want to make me miserable continually with these CHEMTRAILS, and other loud sky siege that is again going on, along with music hell, let me tell some big ass fucking secrets to the blogging world in retaliation, as this is my only weapon of counterstrike, all I have to work with is car bombs and planes into buildings, I AM FIGHTING A VERY EVIL EMPIRE, STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART OF SATAN!
IN 2000, THERE WAS A COMPETITION ON THE BEACH, LED BY THE GREAT ALL MIGHTY FAMOUS BAYWATCH DUDE, MITCH. I may or may not have mentioned the complicated incident with the lifeguard named Michelle Gracci on previous blogs, during all of this. This took place in where else, but good old mother fucking rotten demonic ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG. I had no idea when I was trying to learn information about the Callio family of the local area there, that this was but one branch of a beyond fathomable extended wild family, going all the way to the KENNEDY clan, and as many of you know, others as well. Still, as I told Eric today at the HARVEST and their website is www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ I am not going to be able to take much more, I am at the end of my rope, and the only way to survive, is to prove that a force far beyond Planet-Earth, is indeed causing all of this, ever since the nineteen sixties. What you need to understand is how and why WALL STREET is so connected in and throughout this, as is ATLANTIC CITY, and then beyond this, all of the dozens of totally irrational and unexplainable fucking shit ass things that have happened to me, from getting the shit knocked out of me by the Beach Patrol mascots back in 1975, to literally so much more that no blog or even group of them, could ever even hope to do justice to the subject and topic here in its fullness, so let me try and be a bit inventive and creative, and really blow your Coral State Farm mind simultaneously!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If anyone read the all ready existing 3-7 year long blog that I have used as a LIFE JOURNAL, as well as other double-bubble things, ity would not really be necessary for me to do this now, but just as with the great KJV Christian scriptures and the BIBLE, not even the majority of ministers and Holy Peeps, ever really read it cover to cover, as without doing this, folks; you are totally fucking kidding yourselves that you will be enlightened to properly receive its message. My shit is absolutely no different at all. In fact, it is only the BIBLE, PART-2. I do not give a rats fucking shit ass who thinks these words are delusional or the quintessential sacrilege. I KNOW WHAT I AM SAYING IS TRUE, and so do a few others that you can count with one finger. The Atlantic County fucking Prosecutors Office know fully well this is powerful and true, so does the mighty GOOGLE. I do not need to prove a thing to the owners of the world, THEY ALL READY KNOW, PEEPS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
By this time next week, I will be in Afghanistan or Iraq working as a Private Security Non-Military person. Try hurting me mother fuckers. Selena of Stenton Place knows that Jenny Hewitt is not the only Merry-Go-Round Ghost Heaven Talker. I say this with no bluff nor need for wearing any poker faces, still 1986 was a fascinating year, between the Jimmy Carter bullshit, the casino bullshit, and MI wonderful kid. ************ END BLOG, DOGS!!!!!!
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 0241
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0241
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
THE EPTITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MORIANITY-PROJECT CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
WORLD LABORATORIES DATE AND TIME FILE:
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COPYRIGHT © BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN-2006-2011
PROTECTED INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY
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NO PART OF THIS MATERIAL IS FICTIONAL OR MADE UP.
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
For two straight mother fucking days, enemies or the MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES (MO) 4-SHORT; is wiping me out and killing me, covertly and cleverly, not with the usual out in the open death aerial siege and stuff that costs me money and has the potential for unlimited negative results, vicious consequences, and suffering in unfathomable fucking agony!!!!!!
Both yesterday and today, the peeps around me have treated me like I have the fucking Bubonic fucking Plague. Nobody has a clue why they are doing this, or WHO is directing the necessary MIND-CONTROL (MC) that is allowing this mionstrou8s shit to be pulled off, and it is not some simple thing for me to get on a blog and fucking tell and complain about and I know it, and THEY fucking know it even better. What I will do is tell you the most recent major event out of the past 30-60 hours, and then let things all sort of fall into place, story-wise, from there, only it is no made up James Patterson junk, this is mi fucking life that has been ruined and destroyed by powerful and totally fucking awesome ASTRAL-PLANE FORCES!!!!!!!!
Bear in mind that this is but ONE INCIDENT, just the biggest one out of the past period of time mentioned in the preceding paragraph, and without understanding a lot of stuff about my special education teachers such as Daniel Mackey, Richard Marcucci, Mrs. Marola, David Leigh Smith, and others less involved but still quite powerful and mind bending such as Raynor, Ciprionni, Young, and on and on and on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I awakened from a wild dreaming-interaction around just past seven of the clock this morning, (AM), all things connect, whether anyone wishes to believe or deny this power house mother fucking reality or whatever, Congressman Oak Pileggi. The reason that I awoke an hour before my alarm clock was set to buzz me awake and back into this nightmare endless physical hell experience here in HYPERSPACE, THE TWIN OF THE ASTRAL-PLANE, is because those same neighbors that blared music all night long Friday morning beginning around 9:30 Thursday night and stopping around 8 or so Friday, were cranking up the bullshit again. The LEASE SPECIFICALLY DECLARES THAT NO DISTURBING MUSIC AND RADIO SYSTEMS MAY OPERATE BETWEEN 11 AT NIGHT and 8 IN THE MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, BUT THAT IS NEITHER HAIR NO THERE, or so it seems when peeps are out to make my life a LIVING FUCKING NIGHTMARE ENDLESS HELL FIRE!!!!!!!!!! When I got into work, a man who I work with at the Harvest of 25th Street, their website being www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ , by the name of MISTER CLAY COINS, told me that he called me just shy of seven, to leave me a message; in case we did not run into each other, as he had to cancel out on a meeting that we had planned for later today after work. As soon as ANYBODY CALLS ME ON THE TELEPHONE, EVEN THOUGH IT DOES NOT RING, AS IT IS OFF AT NIGHT; SOME MO ENEMY, if you read the past 6 fucking years of my blogs, and this has been going on now EVER SINCE, AND TOUGH SHIT, I AM TIRED OF PRINTING THIS DATE OVER AND OVER TOO FOLKS; AUGUST THE 15TH OF 1986, always THAT IS ALWAYS, PERSECUTES AND HARASSES ME IN ONE WAY OR ANOTHER. I would have bet that Clay had left me this message, and while driving into work this morning, was saying to myself out loud in my automobile, “I'll bet a million fucking bucks that Clay called me right before this music-attack started, FBI!!!!!!!Now, this entire thing is on some type of a subliminal and mind control level, and I am not so fucking retarded, that I am not totally aware of that. What you “DO NOT” know however, is who “PAULA BELINDA KING” really is, what she did to me on the night of the 1969 fireworks underneath a world famous New Jersey boardwalk, and just exactly HOW AND WHY, the entire “EW” has been following me around making teary-eyed Native American anti-pollution commercials, and before that, other nearly identical type of promotions, ILLEGALLY USING MY VOICE ON THEM, broadcasting my voice from coast to coast as a 14 year old boy, without getting parental permission whatsoever, not from my dad down here in Vero Beach with Melvin fisher, or my mother up in New jersey, (ENTERTAINMENT WORLD). NOW NONE OF THIS STUFF is just some fucking bunch of random happenstances peeps, no matter how many mother fucking cunt lappers out there in the world of cyberspace, want to believe and try to misinform the general public on!!!!
MIND CONTROL: is a huge thing, any interested parties can most likely still GOOGLE UP lots of shit that confirm my story if dots are connected by intelligent sleuths, and on to0p of that, if also it has not been removed from the general access info-grid of the mighty GOOGLE-SYSTEM, there was an experiment that you should be able to get information about, and it was conducted long ago in the times being spoken of right now, the sixties, or this general area in time. As a result of placing this technology before a large group, millions of viewers, over several years, inside of movie theaters, the sales of the popcorn in those theaters went up a large percentage, I would be lying to you if I said that I remember the exact amount, I only know it is too significant to ignore, or for any 'Missourians' to doubt that the usage of this now SUPPOSEDLY TOTALLY ILLEGAL TACTIC OF subliminal control, (SMC), IS REAL, right studdering Tommy Boy? I have said this over and over and will say it until THEY FUCKING MURDER ME, the past 4 years of my blogs tell the story all by themselves, it needs no author, it may be rough, not all spelled and punctuated so perfectly with nice pretty blue raindrops, but let me tell you this, I need now to tell a huge thing, and let the chips fall where they fall, I simply do not fucking care peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I had a discussion about my entire past four years, not all that long ago, with a highly intelligent yet open minded and locally prominent individual. After he digested it all, and also saw some previous blogs with uncheatable time and date website stamps, this is what he said in paraphrase. Remember the Dark Shadows hit TV show, the family bible, Victoria Winters, her trip from 1967 back to 1795, and how important events and things in general, are always sanitized? He went onto remind me of the late nineteen-eighties, and how a man said a horrendous quick thing to another man, both men in the political arena, a terrible insult was made to a man by the name of Dan quale. The man speaking the words I am about to say was running for some office, and saying that horrific thing, wiped out his entire Political Career from that microsecond forward, over, done, fine'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He said to him and I quote, “You're no Kennedy”. This one tiny three word sentence, wiped out an entire career. So I am no longer disappointed in 'HYPOTHETICAL DAUGHTERS', I have been made to realize how this rotten old world REALLY WORKS. Still, things go far beyond this [point, and they cannot in anyone's wildest dreams, all be covered on this one little blog of SJ-0241. Why did all of this have to happen to me? Why was I REALLY glad back in 1969, and what did I REALLY say to Brad Messenger, my pal at this time, on this topic, back when Fred Hinger's and John Henningsen's were bringing magical chains, strange books, and wild drumbeats into my young life? Why did the great illustrious Jim Burr come into my life a few years later in the late spring time in 1973, at another wonderful non-politically connected location, known then as the Professional-Careers Institute of Cherry Hill, at the famous Cherry Hill Mall? Why did the two songs go to the top of the music charts around the same time, about the world famous CHERRY HILL MALL, and underneath the ATLANTIC CITY BOARDWALK, when Brad and I were running away from human monsters, chasing us all around and trying to take my chain away? As time moves along, and wind sings HER song, and rivers run blue from the rain drops, and Real good Girls and Superman Curls, all keep slipping into the tick-tock musical future, I wil be saying and TELLING way more than fucking this, my peeps, YO. This is merely taking one door off of the great LAKEHOUSE, huh SKY???????????????????????????????????????????
I am way too mother fucking worn out and exhausted to type on, but believe me, I could type and talk all fucking night and day, and not scratch the surface of the dollhouse of the great all mighty SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, and HER great HUNTINGTON new entrance. I do know that I need to tell you that the mighty COPYRIGHT OFFICE IN WASHINGTON-13-DC, was sent a speeded up tape in late 1983, containing the WORLD LAB KEY CODE, and so naturally, the part included after this was also running a tad too fast. I should have sent it at regular speed, maybe they never would have dared to pull off all this shit if I had, MO, not the great © Office. Speaking of music and copyrights however, the powerful dreams all night had nothing to do with me hearing my neighbor's loud music all night, believe me when I tell you that it started at just past seven this morning. All night, I was in a localized parallel-universe in the vast hyperspace, where STUDIO PARK RECORDS was huge, and headquartered in Medford Lakes, New Jersey. The capitol of the state over there was not Trenton, but Vineland, and Vineland is a huge city, almost as large as Philadelphia, with a super highway running into it all the way from Washington, 13, DC.
IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO ME AND I AM FOUND DEAD IN THIS APARTMENT AT THIS HOUSING BUILDING ON 7TH AND AVENUE B IN FORT PIERCE, FLUSAESMWG, I WAS MURDERED BY ALL THOSE PREVIOUSLY ACCUSED OF MY DEATH AND PREMEDITATED FIRST DEGREE MURDER, FBI, AND STATE AND FEDERAL ATTORNEY GENERAL, SIRS, THANK YOU, IT WAS NO ACCIDENT, I WAS FUCKING ASS KILLED IN HERE, YO!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS AN OFFICIAL DYING UTTERANCE AND LEGAL DYING MABNS DECLARATIUON, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So do it ya' bastards, bring it fucking on, kill me; ya' sick prick shit clit muffs.
BYE-BYE4 U EVIL FUCKING WORLD, MAY U BURN IN HELL AND SUFFER THE AGONY OF DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For letting me down MMMMMMGNESONIC, UR DEAD MEAT 2!!!!!!!
END TRANSMISH, FROM THE NO PARLOR TRICKS GREAT FISH. I am in no mood for rabbits, Elmer Fudd, or any other silly fucking bullshit.
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For two straight mother fucking days, enemies or the MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES (MO) 4-SHORT; is wiping me out and killing me, covertly and cleverly, not with the usual out in the open death aerial siege and stuff that costs me money and has the potential for unlimited negative results, vicious consequences, and suffering in unfathomable fucking agony!!!!!!
Both yesterday and today, the peeps around me have treated me like I have the fucking Bubonic fucking Plague. Nobody has a clue why they are doing this, or WHO is directing the necessary MIND-CONTROL (MC) that is allowing this mionstrou8s shit to be pulled off, and it is not some simple thing for me to get on a blog and fucking tell and complain about and I know it, and THEY fucking know it even better. What I will do is tell you the most recent major event out of the past 30-60 hours, and then let things all sort of fall into place, story-wise, from there, only it is no made up James Patterson junk, this is mi fucking life that has been ruined and destroyed by powerful and totally fucking awesome ASTRAL-PLANE FORCES!!!!!!!!
Bear in mind that this is but ONE INCIDENT, just the biggest one out of the past period of time mentioned in the preceding paragraph, and without understanding a lot of stuff about my special education teachers such as Daniel Mackey, Richard Marcucci, Mrs. Marola, David Leigh Smith, and others less involved but still quite powerful and mind bending such as Raynor, Ciprionni, Young, and on and on and on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I awakened from a wild dreaming-interaction around just past seven of the clock this morning, (AM), all things connect, whether anyone wishes to believe or deny this power house mother fucking reality or whatever, Congressman Oak Pileggi. The reason that I awoke an hour before my alarm clock was set to buzz me awake and back into this nightmare endless physical hell experience here in HYPERSPACE, THE TWIN OF THE ASTRAL-PLANE, is because those same neighbors that blared music all night long Friday morning beginning around 9:30 Thursday night and stopping around 8 or so Friday, were cranking up the bullshit again. The LEASE SPECIFICALLY DECLARES THAT NO DISTURBING MUSIC AND RADIO SYSTEMS MAY OPERATE BETWEEN 11 AT NIGHT and 8 IN THE MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, BUT THAT IS NEITHER HAIR NO THERE, or so it seems when peeps are out to make my life a LIVING FUCKING NIGHTMARE ENDLESS HELL FIRE!!!!!!!!!! When I got into work, a man who I work with at the Harvest of 25th Street, their website being www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/ , by the name of MISTER CLAY COINS, told me that he called me just shy of seven, to leave me a message; in case we did not run into each other, as he had to cancel out on a meeting that we had planned for later today after work. As soon as ANYBODY CALLS ME ON THE TELEPHONE, EVEN THOUGH IT DOES NOT RING, AS IT IS OFF AT NIGHT; SOME MO ENEMY, if you read the past 6 fucking years of my blogs, and this has been going on now EVER SINCE, AND TOUGH SHIT, I AM TIRED OF PRINTING THIS DATE OVER AND OVER TOO FOLKS; AUGUST THE 15TH OF 1986, always THAT IS ALWAYS, PERSECUTES AND HARASSES ME IN ONE WAY OR ANOTHER. I would have bet that Clay had left me this message, and while driving into work this morning, was saying to myself out loud in my automobile, “I'll bet a million fucking bucks that Clay called me right before this music-attack started, FBI!!!!!!!Now, this entire thing is on some type of a subliminal and mind control level, and I am not so fucking retarded, that I am not totally aware of that. What you “DO NOT” know however, is who “PAULA BELINDA KING” really is, what she did to me on the night of the 1969 fireworks underneath a world famous New Jersey boardwalk, and just exactly HOW AND WHY, the entire “EW” has been following me around making teary-eyed Native American anti-pollution commercials, and before that, other nearly identical type of promotions, ILLEGALLY USING MY VOICE ON THEM, broadcasting my voice from coast to coast as a 14 year old boy, without getting parental permission whatsoever, not from my dad down here in Vero Beach with Melvin fisher, or my mother up in New jersey, (ENTERTAINMENT WORLD). NOW NONE OF THIS STUFF is just some fucking bunch of random happenstances peeps, no matter how many mother fucking cunt lappers out there in the world of cyberspace, want to believe and try to misinform the general public on!!!!
MIND CONTROL: is a huge thing, any interested parties can most likely still GOOGLE UP lots of shit that confirm my story if dots are connected by intelligent sleuths, and on to0p of that, if also it has not been removed from the general access info-grid of the mighty GOOGLE-SYSTEM, there was an experiment that you should be able to get information about, and it was conducted long ago in the times being spoken of right now, the sixties, or this general area in time. As a result of placing this technology before a large group, millions of viewers, over several years, inside of movie theaters, the sales of the popcorn in those theaters went up a large percentage, I would be lying to you if I said that I remember the exact amount, I only know it is too significant to ignore, or for any 'Missourians' to doubt that the usage of this now SUPPOSEDLY TOTALLY ILLEGAL TACTIC OF subliminal control, (SMC), IS REAL, right studdering Tommy Boy? I have said this over and over and will say it until THEY FUCKING MURDER ME, the past 4 years of my blogs tell the story all by themselves, it needs no author, it may be rough, not all spelled and punctuated so perfectly with nice pretty blue raindrops, but let me tell you this, I need now to tell a huge thing, and let the chips fall where they fall, I simply do not fucking care peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I had a discussion about my entire past four years, not all that long ago, with a highly intelligent yet open minded and locally prominent individual. After he digested it all, and also saw some previous blogs with uncheatable time and date website stamps, this is what he said in paraphrase. Remember the Dark Shadows hit TV show, the family bible, Victoria Winters, her trip from 1967 back to 1795, and how important events and things in general, are always sanitized? He went onto remind me of the late nineteen-eighties, and how a man said a horrendous quick thing to another man, both men in the political arena, a terrible insult was made to a man by the name of Dan quale. The man speaking the words I am about to say was running for some office, and saying that horrific thing, wiped out his entire Political Career from that microsecond forward, over, done, fine'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He said to him and I quote, “You're no Kennedy”. This one tiny three word sentence, wiped out an entire career. So I am no longer disappointed in 'HYPOTHETICAL DAUGHTERS', I have been made to realize how this rotten old world REALLY WORKS. Still, things go far beyond this [point, and they cannot in anyone's wildest dreams, all be covered on this one little blog of SJ-0241. Why did all of this have to happen to me? Why was I REALLY glad back in 1969, and what did I REALLY say to Brad Messenger, my pal at this time, on this topic, back when Fred Hinger's and John Henningsen's were bringing magical chains, strange books, and wild drumbeats into my young life? Why did the great illustrious Jim Burr come into my life a few years later in the late spring time in 1973, at another wonderful non-politically connected location, known then as the Professional-Careers Institute of Cherry Hill, at the famous Cherry Hill Mall? Why did the two songs go to the top of the music charts around the same time, about the world famous CHERRY HILL MALL, and underneath the ATLANTIC CITY BOARDWALK, when Brad and I were running away from human monsters, chasing us all around and trying to take my chain away? As time moves along, and wind sings HER song, and rivers run blue from the rain drops, and Real good Girls and Superman Curls, all keep slipping into the tick-tock musical future, I wil be saying and TELLING way more than fucking this, my peeps, YO. This is merely taking one door off of the great LAKEHOUSE, huh SKY???????????????????????????????????????????
I am way too mother fucking worn out and exhausted to type on, but believe me, I could type and talk all fucking night and day, and not scratch the surface of the dollhouse of the great all mighty SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, and HER great HUNTINGTON new entrance. I do know that I need to tell you that the mighty COPYRIGHT OFFICE IN WASHINGTON-13-DC, was sent a speeded up tape in late 1983, containing the WORLD LAB KEY CODE, and so naturally, the part included after this was also running a tad too fast. I should have sent it at regular speed, maybe they never would have dared to pull off all this shit if I had, MO, not the great © Office. Speaking of music and copyrights however, the powerful dreams all night had nothing to do with me hearing my neighbor's loud music all night, believe me when I tell you that it started at just past seven this morning. All night, I was in a localized parallel-universe in the vast hyperspace, where STUDIO PARK RECORDS was huge, and headquartered in Medford Lakes, New Jersey. The capitol of the state over there was not Trenton, but Vineland, and Vineland is a huge city, almost as large as Philadelphia, with a super highway running into it all the way from Washington, 13, DC.
IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO ME AND I AM FOUND DEAD IN THIS APARTMENT AT THIS HOUSING BUILDING ON 7TH AND AVENUE B IN FORT PIERCE, FLUSAESMWG, I WAS MURDERED BY ALL THOSE PREVIOUSLY ACCUSED OF MY DEATH AND PREMEDITATED FIRST DEGREE MURDER, FBI, AND STATE AND FEDERAL ATTORNEY GENERAL, SIRS, THANK YOU, IT WAS NO ACCIDENT, I WAS FUCKING ASS KILLED IN HERE, YO!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS AN OFFICIAL DYING UTTERANCE AND LEGAL DYING MABNS DECLARATIUON, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So do it ya' bastards, bring it fucking on, kill me; ya' sick prick shit clit muffs.
BYE-BYE4 U EVIL FUCKING WORLD, MAY U BURN IN HELL AND SUFFER THE AGONY OF DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For letting me down MMMMMMGNESONIC, UR DEAD MEAT 2!!!!!!!
END TRANSMISH, FROM THE NO PARLOR TRICKS GREAT FISH. I am in no mood for rabbits, Elmer Fudd, or any other silly fucking bullshit.
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