MICK-FLORIDA-CHAPTER 003

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MY INTERACTIONS WITH THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL HERE IN FLORIDA
WORLD-LABORATORIES
SEND-BACK-TEXT-FILE: BLOG CHAPTER 003-050910.555
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:


Let me try getting into WHAT I WANT 2 GET INTO, and not what ‘THEY’ want done via messing things up and fucking screwing with me as they have been on an intense roll 2 in fact do 4 several weeks now without mercy , humanity, or let up, the past 7 days or so especially horrific and totally unspeakable. I want 23 first tell U that I arrived at about 4 minutes past 1 yesterday, and both machines downstairs were in use that a blogger may use 2 actually process a word document on. Somebody IMHO, did not want me downstairs, they obviously fixed things 2 work better against me UPSTAIRS, on the upper 2 word processor machines, and sure as shooting smelly shit, this is indeed precisely what did happen. I just noticed that above me on my typed in DATFILE, 4 no reason whatsoever, I typed in chapter 0020, and not chapter 003, now what the fucking pucking cheating hickey flyers teams would influence and dominate and (otherwise-CONTROL) my mind, making me do this, even a small error as in one or two chapter numbers would B within some limits of rational reasoning, but I totally am aware that I am in a basically brand new not key, but blogging book, and within the first 5 chapters of it, so where would this freaking 20 shit arrive and just ‘I&D POP’ into my ‘mind’ from obviously the controllers of the 6th dimension?

Some huge ass stupid Indian River festival has been ongoing all this weekend, loud annoying stupid music, tremendous garbage crowds of ass hole people, and finally, nowhere nearby this library 4 any parking, legal, non-legal, or anything else. Yesterday I did however manage 2 luck out and get a spot right next 2 the library wall, as some person who was just here, was just leaving and pulling their car out as I was coming up on it with my freaking car, thank the freaking gods.

Anyway, the elevator yesterday 2 the upstairs was off and I was 4 minutes 2 early, 4 a change and not 2 late, Sky, and then when the upstairs opened and the elevator was activated, at exactly a minute past 1, a crowd of peeps pushed in all around me, and that served me fine and well, as being last in, I was thereby first out, a biblical and spiritual principle not recognized thank the gods by the mostly quite ignorant and not thinking, human race in general. By being first peep out, I semi-sprinted/fast-walked straight 2 the section where the 2 word-processor machines R, and got one, in fact the entire crowd was all trying 2 get on the regular internet connected computers on the opposite side of the room, U go peeps, just stay the trucking pucking Christ out of my way and what I need 2 do, and we all will freaking pucking get along like freaking ass peas in a pod, BRO!!!!!!!!

Still, it took 3 wasted blogs and 30 or more wasted Freddy Fender minutes B4 Melanie sent me her great and mighty wisdom-key, and I came 2C how this powerful hack would go right on preventing me from operating. From now on, when I am finished with the posting up of blogs and have my print out sheets which I all ready have from back when I actually do the document on the word processing machine, I will NOT SAVE, and instead, select the menu-option 2 remove all ‘things’ on the pucking floppy disc. If the “MILLIONTH-COUNCIL” still continues the hacking, I will personally walk into a regional local office right around this area where I now reside here in Florida, of the FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION. Thank the gods 4 earplugs, sitting here in a so0-called ‘quiet’ library setting, with blaring blasting awful fucking music shooting in here like police bullets from a SWAT team, from this stupid festival here on the Indian River, this weekend. Y they would think of ever combining educational things such as a LIBRARY-SETTING and QUIET, with an area right outside and beyond its doors, where loud stupid festivals R ongoing with regularity and constancy, even during the winter months, since here in Florida as most of U know, FLORIDA has no great winters of the north. Yes there is a marked difference, but nothing like the mighty northern winters. U would have 2 live down here 2 experience this personally and first hand, I cannot really explain it in the same way that U would need 2 feel and experience the being-here effect so 2 speak.

Last night, the fucking scum bag Motor-Cycle dirt bag rider of the MANATEE PARK, persecuted me, and again this morning. Last night he revved all around my RV 4 no Earthly reason other than “FLYERS HICKEY/HOCKEY PLAYOFF CUP SHIT”, 2 quote David Roth from back around a dozen years ago or more when this was ongoing and we were getting stalked and harassed illegally by Snyder and his mafia gang while out in some park and woods area not all that far from the area of the state capitol in New Jersey, and close 2 the McGuire Air Force Base, in New Jersey. I quote all this sentence except of course 4 the left side of the double H-word with the slash (/) symbol separating them. This was not as of yet fallen into the conscious world equation of figuring out the real hell connections of my total nightmare present life-time life as the me I currently exist as here in this part of the Physical-Plane Hyperspace, and go by the name of MARK WAYNE MOHR, with the now internet blogger pen-name of MOUNTAINPEN.

I notice that the library is in league or so it seems and appears 2 me anyway, with the festival outside, 2 draw the peeps in here, 2 out there. The AC unit is barely on, and all though it is not one of the hotter May early afternoon’s on area record, I am sweating 4 the first time in here in all my half year almost now in FLORIDA, something is happening, and it is on, so it is not broken, like my system is. By broken, let me just say that this means when the cold air blows 4 a bit 2 long, the breaker trips off the entire fan system, U need 2 wait 30 minutes and then reset and reactivate the system, and then with luck it runs another hour B4 the next trip off, DEEDEE not the buzzard, will B putting a window air system in my RV sometime on MONDAY, and an electrician is gonna B making sure that the system will run as long as I need it 2 run without tripping anything, even if a new circuit and breaker and a new wire also needs B run in and done, I pay my fucking pucking rent, and gave every fucking right 2 air conditioning. Anyway, it was around a little past nine last night and then again around noon or just past today, 4 the persecuting pucking dirtball motor-Cycle revver-speeder-rider. If I broke PARK RULES, I’da been thrown out months ago, but it is always OK when all the other fucking peeps break them, this is nothing new with FLORIDA, this is old news, as old as MI’s sneakers in 1986, and older than that, ALL MY DML (Diseased0-Mountainpen-Life), abbreviated here 4 future reference should I desire 2 abridge my saying again on other blogs. I totally believe the dirt ball biker was in league with my nabes from hell next door, B4 they moved here next 2 me, and when I complained about his riding by fast and loud and revving right at my RV, he got these diseased dirtball sluts and their friends 2 come in right next 2 me. I know this, as he stops and visits with them occasionally, I know that 4 a pucking fact lads and lassies and Labs.

Now here is just a few points that MICKFLORIDA BLOG section of TEOHIV-35th STREET BILLBOARDS of Fort Pierce, is gonna really B about.
1) Tying in WAWAWA, all 3 things in a major and new yet very clear way that will B just about impossible 4 the greatest Missourians 2 dispute and argue with unless they want 2 cheat like the pucking FLYERS of PHILADELPHIA, anyone can cheat, and just say, FUCK-U-PAL-, URA NUT!!!!!!
2) Showing how what has happened 2 both myself, as well as the mighty POPE and the VATICAN, R real, and R CONNECTED TOGETHER!!!!!!!!
3) Show U all how things begin large and then fit together in many tiny and even invisible pieces. Put perhaps in another and a better way, I mean 2 say that larger things R all ready there on the Astral Plane and other even higher realities, and then in order 2 get themselves duplicated in dream-down lower realities focused and tuned in by human beings with a tool known as their CONSCIOUS AWAKE MINDS, things that R of varying much smaller degrees, must all get somehow all put together so eventually, enough cohesion sets in, forcing the reality in the lower world 2 begin a process of matching its higher pre-set equivalent, more and more until the job that is pre-destined, is all completed. This is real, and goes over the heads of most peeps unless they somewhere between circle-5 and circle-9 ECK inniates. I know this, and am not supposed 2 tell this information. The Mahanta can punish me 4 things like this, and 4 all I know is doing just that. It surely takes more than some drunken pile of crap like Dawn-Marie King 2 curse me and 2 “wish me nothing but bad in my future”, a quotation in her abusive postal letter 2 me back in the middle of this past January. I all ready get visitations from Mister Klemp, the LEM of E, and the M, 2 rejoin the fold if I do not want 2 spend countless millions and billions of more years here. He usually sees me on the Olympian Province on the Astral Plane. This sort of stopped after the time that I did my music projects in the middle past of the decade. Music plays a huge role in everything, and HE knows this, after all, what is the E, but the L and the S current, as He and E would say. Y did I do these music projects, and Y was my guardhouse, permitted 2 exist just ling enough 4 me 2 do it? Again, this topic will B explored in this blog-book.
4) Finally, we will get down and dirty in this blog-book with the apartment I lived in and recently moved into in Oaklyn, New Jersey, USAESMWG, and all about the chain, the Trinitrail, the locked box, the BOB (Book Of Beach), Sarah Krassle, and her involvement in all of this, and the late 2007 powerful interaction (DREAM) that I experienced with the GAMES EXPERT not by the name of Patrick Jane, and not with the California Bureau of Investigation, but how it definitely DOES connect into and all through, large municipal water pipes, SSJK the pipe-runner, and the song called “SHE’s SARAH-STACEY, copyrighted along with many other songs in a musical project sent 4 registration on Halloween Merry Hollister day, only not in 1973 or 1974, but up here in 2007, or now really, back there, C how relative all of this really is, as the MAN said all along, from Princeton Park, Poppy???????????

Now, allow me 2 begin choosing number 1-4 of this topic list, and not the way that old big shot Terry, from Egg Harbor, NJUSAESMWG, would indeed have me do this blog, but in the only real way that it ever could B done, in sections, broken up, and connected through life itself as it all is operating in and through me in the ever-present reality and illusion called TIME. In fact, I am gonna really piss U off hot shot TERRY, and work this in reverse, starting here by discussing topic #4 right now, and here we go, with no copyrighted music following this, or any wild silly dance tunes and fusion inventions, what WOULD this disease have really all done without me since 1975 or so, peeps, sheeeeeeeeeeit????????????????

So now lads and lassies, 4 topic #4, and the part about the wild interaction shortly B4 my lovely ‘oldest’ decided 2 get my unmistakable attention: If U archive the chronologically ordered blog works of (THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN), when I was in my initial period of such intense rage of real heavy outbursts and railings against this evil powerful third of the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL) known as the LAMISTS, or the LAMBRIGGER CULTISTS OF THE BRIGGBASE ASTRAL PLANE; U cannot miss seeing something, if U have average 2 slightly higher than average intelligence quotients. Not attempting 2 brag, as I am only stuck in this nightmare, and like a good reporter, am just reporting all of the facts as honestly and candidly as I know how 2 possibly do, and nothing more, but a child can really C no matter how they may NOT WISH 2C, that things do indeed FIT and they ALL FIT PERFECTLY, Bruce Allen Pennock, kind sir!!!!!! THAT-FAMILY knew long B4I was this far into remembering ‘things’, all of it, what I now believe I may know on some wild level, as well as so very much unfathomably freaking more. THEY ALL KNOW. Now around the time of the MUNICIPAL PIPE THAT HAD SOMEHOW BROKEN UNDER MY APARTMENT BEDROOM FLOOR IN OAKLYN, NEW JERSEY, WHERE SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE HAD REMOVED THE MOTOR-CYCLE CHAIN IN DECEMBER OF 1969, and telling me that she “Needs this chain 4 HER Great City”, in my opinion that I’d bet a million bucks on, led 2 the soon following creation of the marvelous and great television show, “THE MENTALIST”, with Patrick Jane as the so-called dream-interaction-‘GAMES-EXPERT’. A child can C the patterns. They did not start here by any long stretch of even the wild imaginations of the mighty Hebrew group of SKG out in KALI-ANTIECK!!!!!!!! Let me not even ‘think about’ branching off on elucidations regarding this topic, we would B here all day and night or until the cops drag me off and throw me in the Saint Lucie County jail 4 refusing 2 leave this machine at the library closing time. This I promise all of my Blogaudians is absolutely no exaggeration whatsoever. My daut got this expression from me and not the other way around, and that is fine, a chip off the ol’ blog, but really, yes, I KNOW WHAT I KNOW, and yes I do, Copyright Office, as well as all Casino Control Commissioners. 4 those of them wondering if I am being dishonest about the year when I claim 2 have originally written the tune titled and named by me, “I’M GONNA DROWN U IN THE CCC”, about my problems over many years of gambling in the Atlantic City Casinos, and especially, the mighty and horrific monster, Donald J Trump, who crushed and destroyed my entire life along with his great buddy, Ed Cheatman Snyder, let me tell all involved right here and right now, what happened as far as this song that I wrote. The tune was written and most of the lyrics as well, somewhere within the first 3 years of the decade we all remember and love, YUK, the great nineteen-nineties, and a far cry from the ‘gay-nineties’ and those lovely waltzes of Johann Straus, and so many others, sorry, I am a rotten speller, do not come out of the ocean and holler at me 4 misspelling your name, dude, thank U. It has now been just more than 100 years since this great dude co-wrote the fantastic waltz with me, I wanted it sope4cially written 4 Sarah Karge, back in the year 1910. Do not try and understand, and do not judge me when U hear me speak these seemingly absurd and Mac Counselor Camp-Chesapeake Kaiter words of total ridiculousness. But I’m diverting from my point and topic again, also let me compose myself and take stock of my dementia and keep us right on track here. I added the word in an ad-lib overdub on my project sent down 4 a copyright registration back on October the 31st. of 2007, Boo, called and titled, “KARAOKE LUNCHBREAK AT THE SORIAN GUARDHOUSE”. I wanted to add the Sorian-18 Guardhouse, but the Copyright Office did not want me 2 do this, as it obviously got a little 2 close 2 a secret that pertains 2 the security of the United States following the 9-11 disaster, and the formation in all states now, but Jersey was one of the first on-board with this, registration systems 4 all security officers of any type, on both state and a federal/national level. Making the point now and trying 2 wrap all this up, I ad-libbed in on my karaoke machine at work, and yes on my hour lunch-break, working at a security job at the Cifaloglio Trash Company near or in Folsom, NJUSAESMWG, in the autumn of 2007, I redid the song that I never actually ever did put down on a music track using a keyboard or any musical instrument whatsoever, 4 the first time, 3 versions of this song, they were not even really typed up lyrics, just off the cup sing-versions. Now the basic tune and most of the idea and words was done early in the nineties and I said and made the copyright claim with the date of tune conception. The arrangement was told as it was, done live then in 2007. When I shouted in the Marie Fayhee thing, and the Danny Ocean thing, these would B events I could not have known about unless I was a time traveler, back in the early nineteen-nineties. I only added these info sound-bite tid-bits of things on the 2007 project, 4 fun, I did NOT know about Danny Ocean or the movie “OCEANS-11, or that Delaware Politician Mister Michael Capano, NOT CALLIO, would murder his lovely tall 5 foot 10 inch girlfriend, and arrange 2 have her body dumped off the shelf of the Atlantic Ocean. I was just being cute in 2007, adding in these recent news items into the song, since they were very fitting with the rest of the song and its theme and what it was all about, bad people, cheaters, and the casinos in New Jersey in general. Now that this entire little nasty mess has all been straightened out, hopefully, perhaps we can move this blogging text and my story with all this music shit, still further along, whoopee, YO!!!!!!!!!

The GUARDHOUSE was not there at this work job security site when I began there, working with the relief guard, Christopher Bennett, in middle March of 2005. It was removed shortly after the musical songs project was completed, and SENT 2 the United States Copyright Office, Library of the Congress (LOC). It was PUT THERE by the BRIGGER-CULT forces that WANTED AND NEEDED 4 ME 2 DO THIS PROJECT, AND SEND IT DOWN 2 W-13-DC, on Halloween Day, my 3rd Merry Hollister October 31, send off, first the book in 1994, TPB, then the 2005 project, and then finally this 2007 project. U may argue all that U wish 2 that I put together 2 much, think 2 much, over-rationalize, and C connections and combinations of life’s complex realities just way 2 much, as though I was a giant human expander, blowing up a small balloon into a dirigible that would ride 100 people like the Hindenburg. My argument back 2 any of U with this mindset is predictable and quite simple. U may B right, I do not think UR, I think in fact that all of U under-C the big picture in things, and even try in many cases NOT 2C the unfathomable, the totally wild, it is not always so pleasant in fact 2 operate the way that I do, but then with me, there will always B the David Leigh Smith’s of the world and his mentality that day in the early autumn ion the year of 1970 on his blackboard in that Haddonfield, New Jersey school. He knew that I was not imaging one bit of that deal with that Swedish young horny bitch, Miss Zenkiss, who wanted 2 throw me into her bed and fuck my little brains out so bad she was going hog shit nuts every time she saw me from even a far off distance. I can still just about perfectly quote this teacher dude 2 this very hour and day, and will, “Mark, If things around U in the real world R presenting U with evidence that what U think is happening 2U, is in fact real and happening, then UR not imagining it”. I do not plan on forgetting Smith and his words of mighty wisdom, not ever, it 2 me, is like being spoken 2 directly by a powerful GOD.

A typo of my proven imperfection Bruce Pennock, speaking of the days of Smith and blackboards and Miss Zenkiss, occurred on a recent blog, while trying 2 input the word (WHO), and a letter (P) was added in my haste. This meant no intentional disrespect 2 the Italian race, this was a typographical error, and one of which I still will apologize 4 today. I’m indeed VERY sorry peeps.

Well, MINI-GREAT JEWELLY NUWHITEKEY, the great mystical Nurockian friend of Estelle Andersen Bassler and Enron Corporation, in the nineteen-sixties, this is a powerful and yet totally un-blogged story that U can all bet WILL B BLOGGED SOON. The subject of {somnambulism} is not an easy subject 4 me 2 tackle, and I will get more into this slowly and quite methodically as more blogs in this blogging book keep being ‘printed and posted’, little friend of Tracy Richards and Potato Chip ad campaigns. Time prevents me today from getting 2 seriously into any one thing; because I need 2 post up and leave here soon, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!

These spell and grammar programs R a fucking pain in my ass. When U use the text way of speaking, it fucks with U all the time, and I do not plan on changing just 2 keep some fucking machine happy. Make all the wavy green lines U want and when I tell U it is OK, and U still wanna do it, go ahead, I’ll just ignore U like I’d ignore some butt wiping prick that would shout a cuss word out at me from a car window 4 absolutely no other reason other than 2 prove 2 cosmos that indeed, the word BUTT-WIPE is his or her middle name, and rightfully so, BRO!!!!!!!

Yes world, there R things in life that do seem and appear 2 the awake and so-called rational mind 2B both relative, as well as constant. Albert Einstein may indeed B the most intelligent human whoever walked on this Planet Earth so far, and would have loved a trip up into the late 22 hundreds 2 visit World Labs, but never got the chance. Still, let me now say just this whittle thing and then move onto my final paragraph on this day’s blog B4 in fact I do run totally out of time or (D-4). Be it songs and music projects, genealogies and problems with families, 2 in particular come of course 2 my mind, my own, and TAWF-70, B it things like hacking, other horrific persecutions, injustices, and so forth, Jesus was lying when he said that money is not the answer, totally fucking lying, and that makes the entire Christian fucking bible a dirty and a filthy rotten lie, and I say this with a full heart, as truth is fucking pucking truth, and nobody ever in their right mind is gonna insist that any of us poor human beings LIKE THE TRUTH, but take reality/truth away, and really peeps, what then is left? Live in lies and deceptions, and misperceive things on 2 great of a scale, and really lads and lassies and Labs, Y not then just swallow some pills or jump ff of a mountain top somewhere, as what then really is the point at all, in your life, in phony horse shit nonsense, where is the sense in living in this delusion, and what is the result ever in any of this, besides a total waste of time and energy? Another typo on the prior blog by the way PEEPS, was when I typed in the word pepees or some such word, sorry again, got so busy typing I did not even notice the red wavy spell checker line underneath the word, this does happen U know, and I have no extra time ever 2 proofread, or edit after the fact, my life is a crazy wild hell from the second I rise up out of a bed until I literally pucking fall back into it all over again. My mother liked playing ‘games’ with truth/reality, same real item if U stop 2 smell the stinking morning over boiled coffee beans, YO, but yes, my mom was really big into this very bad thing. She called this thing, “playing head games”; I will shorten this now 4 future reference if needed 4 usage, into (PHG). PHG is not only not smart, extremely dumb, but also and with no disrespect 2 my mom at all meant nor implied, Abbey Gorgeous Carmichael, IS VERY EXTREMELY MAJOR ASS STUPID AND INCREDIBLY ASS DANGEROUS. Ask any doctor what he or she thinks in his or her professional medical opinion, about patients playing these head games with their conditions, denying they have something wrong while the symptoms continue 2 grow, into untreatable agonizing deaths from what once may well have been more treatable and preventable as far as dying from the problem. She also played with the most dangerous tool on Planet Earth and most likely in the entire expansion of out total hypersphere of roughly 50-70 trillion light years around. This being, HAVING 2 MASTERS, and THIS scripture in the mighty bible, I DO concur with and fully agree with and without an ounce of an argument on my part whatsoever, dudes and duddesses!!!!!!!!!!!! She on one hand served Jesus Christ and was a self confessed BAC (Born-Again-Christian), and did all the things that go along with a lifestyle such as this, cutting out the wearing of jewelry, messing with men in a romantic way, and later on developed one bad vice, drinking, all caused from a horrendous coworker that she was forced 2 endure that really put her through some bad shit, I can relate 2 that quite well in my own life circumstances, whose name was Emily, from the city of brotherly hate, Philadelphia. Still and all, she was a “CHRITIAN”, they all have faults, and as my old friend from the middle nineteen seventies taught me all the time and I quote him now, “WE’RE ALL HUMAN, NOBODY’S PERFECT”!!!!!!!!!! The way this young teenaged dude said that statement makes me hold laughter back when I remember it so very well. He must have thought he was the male counterpart of Mini-non-great-Ripperton. He used 3 full vocal octaves in saying this short group of words. I think on the word “NOBODY’S”, he went up damn near as high as my oldest could do, U would have 2 hear it 4 yourself 2 believe it. Anyway, nobody is, and we know that Bruce, even up here in ten, and even out there in World Lab of 2 and a half centuries from now. Finishing me’ ol’ pernt up now Archie Queens, my mom did all of this and loved ‘THE LORD’ and thought of HEAVEN all the time, and blahhh-bleee-blummm, yet served the opposite master of praying 2 a deck of Solitaire Playing Cards. U must choose and remain on a pathway with one master, as having 2 can B so disastrous that it is beyond the unspeakable maximum vocabulary and any potential diction. I simply cannot use words and terms 2 relate 2 a single soul, how powerful this advice from Jesus the Christ really was, U DO NOT EVER SERVE 2 MASTERS, it is as though the 2 most physically powerful men on this planet grab an arm on U and each one just pulls and pulls, until U pass out from the pain and when U awaken, U have only body, head, and legs, is this really such a great over-exaggeration?, just really ponder and think the ‘PUCK’ about this real seriously now, all of U HOCKEY CHEATING FLYERS FANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now 4 a little quick bit on the SC, and not Sarah Callio and her Municipal pipes, www.acmua.com/. The SECOND (S) CALENDAR (C) of the top leader GUATAMAYAN, the mighty MINI-GREAT-JEWELLY, 1st Lieutenant of the VIQUEEN GANG in Sahasra Dal Kanwal on the phase-2 reality, or the spirit-world that some now label as the ASTRAL-PLANE. If U use the year of 2012 as the year on HER CALENDAR of 1 A-JW-SC, and the year of 2011 as the year on HER CALENDAR of 1 B-JW-SC or (A-AFTER) and (B-BEFORE), and JW-JEWELLY WHITE, and SC as Her SECOND CALENDAR, then this all means some interested dated information, let me show U all peeps just a little bit of it today and then I must post up and start closing down here. This is but a few examples I will have time 2 cite here, using the combined calendrical numerations, Her first and now existing one here in the year of 2010 and in this month of MAY, causes these years 2 all connect in this way that the next paragraph will show U all.

2005 is when I first met Chris Bennett, this man who put me onto how 2 tell my story and nightmare 2 the potential entire world and no one can totally stop me from doing it, it is all legal and my right 2 do, and he of course was referring 2 INTERNET BLOGGING. This also was the year of 7 BSC; we need not use Jewelly Whitekey’s JW initials on everything that I cite now. 7 is one of SSJKK’s fave numbers along with 12, 17, 23, and many others, so here is the POWERFUL AND ‘GLITTERING’ NUMBER (7). My initials of MM are the magic millennium, and not 2 brag here, but YO players, what can Jay-jay and I say here BRO? This is part of a powerful 1983 song as well, called “NEW JAPAN, that I wrote, and that my mom begged and pleaded with me NOT 2 send down 2 the Copyright Office, she was right I think now, but that is of course all water over the freaking bridge. The year 2000-AD, is the year (12)-BSC. 23-BSC is 1989, the original year that I was influenced 2 write in my partially and 4 the most part imperfectly remembered “LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS” or LOIS FOCA 4 short, song, from June of 1980; and this translates out as the 4th fave-number of the All-Mighty Sarah-Stacey, remember, 7-12-17-23. The last full year of my life B4 this nightmare hell struck me on August the 15th in 1986, would of course B the year 1985. This indeed was my last real year on this Earth, that is totally the way that IC this reality. U would as well if U were me, I can assure U. 1985 is also translated into a powerful number, not in the first 4-group of CF’s or chronological faves of HERs, but 27 is powerful, HER cousin Diana, this is HER number, the number of the electron, or 3 to the 3rd power. Keep in mind the true magic is in the 3 but this is huge topic 4 a much later time down the freaking road. 100 is a powerful number of my lovely brown eyed Jehovah SSJK as well. This year of 100-BSC is 1912, the year that I wrote my waltz 4 HER, the endless Teen-Queen love of my life, Sarah Stacey. How about the year of 1996 when I started my fantastic quest and search 2 locate this ALL MIGHTY TEENAGER? This was when I also wrote my song SARAH in this time period, on May the 12th. The year of 1996 translates into the year 16-BSC. YO, HER true never changing age down here in our closed curve infinity reality as us here. How about the year that I am paroled out of this nightmare in June in 2031, as the ‘me’ I am suffering as right now. This year of 2031 is the year 20-ASC. 20 is another powerful number of my special TEEN-QUEEN, SSJKK, the year of the BRIPER-quantity, the magic 20 year cycle of those who cut deals with the BRIGGBASE, like Paul Stoddard did with HIS most ‘prized possession’, his daughter Carolyn Stoddard, on the TV show, Dark Shadows.

There is a lot more 2 pucking say, but remember, I TOLD U THAT THE FLYERS WOULD WIN THE CUP IN 2010, THE YEAR THAT I AM NOT BACK IN JERSEY 2 FIGHT THIS DISEASE MORE PERSONALLY. TOLD U THEY WOULD KEEP WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING. TOLD U THE DOW JONES STOCK MARKET WOULD JUST KEEP ON FLYING ENDLESSLY UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER, PEEPS, I FREAKING TOLD U ALL THESE THINGS, AND NOW, WO, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END TRANSMISSION, MUST GO ARNIE, BUT YES SIR, I AM HERE BRO!!!