THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
021508.480.95, CHAPTER BLOG [CB] #27
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We are now approaching the end of this blog title, it will stop at CB-30 which will also be date and time file XLIII. Remember again that before datfile I, was datfile minus I, -II, -III,-IV, and so forth. I fell under a very bad chem trail siege and attack yesterday, it is not that bad yet today, but will be later on unless it rains. Every time the lunar phasing is in the larger half of its cycle, the chem trails are always worse, with clockwork dependability, I have spoken this over and over, at least where I am working or living or driving, wherever I happen to be so that they can attack me. Every day this week has been super botbar and super off of dials hell for me, with high Milituforce Otammism. These words stand for MILITARY-UFO-FORCE, and ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN. Not only do I have to endure all manner of sieges and attacks, but miserable days and nights at work as well as during all of my times off, there never is a moment of any happiness or relief from this total Dogtown. If I were to have any ten people in the world with me, it matters nothing that they may be, ranging from homeless persons to the wealthy, and we constantly could be in a laboratory taking controlled luck tests, the other nine averaged together verses my scores, would always show my scores trailing and lower than theirs. This can be proven, I know it is true, and I am powerless to make a blind world believe me. If those closest to me will not see and believe, how can I expect this of the strangers of the world whom I do not know?
Every event is a cosmic number. You see it as an isolated simple event, it is not, it is a cosmic type of numeration, with all of the entire cosmic in a perpetual attempt to solve it s own numeric cosmic equation, I call this its NCE. This NCE is why certain truths/realities work as they do, put parochially. If things were isolated, you for example could borrow $3500 and take it to a casino and buy 35 black playing chips valued at $100 each, a randomly place these chips on every number on the layout except for three of them, changing these 3-NOT PLAYED numbers each time, and you would have a 35 out of 38 chance to win $100 every time, and in fact this is what you do have, a 35:38 chance to win this hundred bucks each time, great odds by anyone’s way of looking at it. By doing this at one casino each hour going to ten casinos, you have with each bet, a 35:38 chance to win; hence after this ‘ten casino’, one bet at each method, your take is now a grand. So 5 days a week, here is $5,000.00 of free money for walking around having a blast. Seems real dynacool as they say in the forties, but here is the problem: It won’t work. Every event is in perfect memory and parallel event with every other event, and all though these lines of cosmic equalization force appear indeed to be totally invisible to the human sensory systems, it is very real, and will prevent you from accomplishing this lofty goal. If 5 people all sit down at many different tables, and then all join up at the same table to play, each one will have parallel events that will be directly responsible for bringing certain grouping of number outcomes to pop up, and the interrelationship to this small part of NCE then comes into play with the precision of a fine time piece. This is why if a roulette player for example, goes to hundreds or thousands of different tables, the same thing will happen to her or him that would occur if instead, only one table had been used for this player’s entire life of play, and that is this: Roughly at the end of every 38,000 total spins that the player experienced through interaction at the one or the many tables, basically 1,000 of all of roulette’s 38 numbers will comes out, and this will continue to happen endlessly each and every grouping of 38,000 interacted plays. So, some reading this might say that this cannot be, because it proves that a piece of wood and a little non-magnetic silver ball has some type of memory. WRONG. The memory exists in and only in and throughout the NCE. But naturally, we all know that they simply do not, but the entire cosmos, including you, all other games, all other players, all of these 38 numbers, and all of life throughout all of the fifth dimensional hyperspace, indeed do interact together in some unfathomably complex attempt at solving a cosmic equation. To prove that this is true and real, keep track starting at any time of all of YOUR numbers, or the ones that pop up at any of the wheels that you are standing at and watching or playing. Then after about 1000 outcomes or so, randomly choose a group of say, 4 numbers, such as 5, 12, single zero, and 33. Whenever these 4 numbers pop up, it counts as a hit, and you keep track of how many hits you get, multiply this number amount of hits by the number of 100, and then divide this total product by the amount of your TOTAL SPINS from not just the current game being played, but ALL GAMES, an ALL-GASME-TOTAL-SPIN, and the quotient solution number is then plotted on graph paper, between any sort of numbers that you wish to assign that reflects the movement in a range. The dots will be plotted, so then connect these dots with a marker or pen or pencil, and see how they move up and down within a range, in the long run play of your game, and how there is no effect at all with this, whether in fact you remain forever at one single table, or play at tables all over the world from Vegas to Monte Carlo, to Atlantic City. It is because of this same NCE reality that your odds of 35:38 as discussed by placing a bet on every part of the layout except for missing three numbers chosen randomly, catch up with you to indeed defeat you. Anything that you do, say to keep it much simpler, using 50/50 chance odds, if you do anty two 50/50 chance things, your advanced chance calculated odds are doubled to win or lose on both, such as to win one 50/50 chance, it is indeed a 50/50 chance, but to win a second one that day, as well, is now a 25% or a one in four chance to win, and it is a one in 8 chance to win three of them, and to win all 4 of them is a 1:16 odds chance. Now this can mean standing and making 4 bets back to back all on RED for example, or going game to game table to table, casino t5o casino, at in the gambling day, it is all part of a numeric cosmic equation, or a NCE. A math and stats professor may use entirely different lingo to express to a class of students this very same principle, but a rose is a rose Shakespeare, and this is total truth.
The complexity is an entirely new and added dimension when you come to see the reality that directionality of events is a hyperspace built in balancing factor, and in any long run, is totally a meaningless thing. When I fall under death siege for example, is it the stock market being on a super bullish-up-roll, and the Phillies on a dead losers roll or the Flyers on a huge winning streak, that is causing this to happen, or is it simply that these things happen in a preponderance, and then as a result, the parallel event of the siege then comes to strike me. Is the chicken first, or is it the egg? In truth or infinity, they simply exist together as oneness, but in the dream-downs of space-time continuum mortal worlds, we mortals seem to find no comfort without one being the causer of the other, while that other is that which is affected by this causer. This is the day-and-night humongous forever difference that lies forever between the famous CAUSE AND EFFECT, and PARALLEL EVENT. In PE, there is no certainty which of {A} or {B} events is the causer or which is the effected. The other speaks for itself by its own words, CAE. I’ll never know, but I do know that all day yesterday, as is the case every single time that the stinking rotten FLYERS play a hockey game, the sky attack was totally brutal. Then last night shortly into their garbage game, they hit me with their famous, “Let’s give him another of our many thousands of nasty major cramping/diarrhea attacks”. So I went onto the astral plane with a quick trance and took my airship and bombed out their rink where they practice, sending it and them flying into pieces, and this was right after they had scored the last goal that they were going to score on last night’s game, as after this, the Tampa Bay Lightning Team went onto crush these fil5th-turds 5:3. Hay, add one foot and this is lightning’s height when she appears to me astrally as my beautiful baby blond.
Well, I have learned some things from my ancient pal Gawki Gaukauk. It seems that powers much higher in the MILLIONTH COUNCIL than human counterparts of gods and goddesses residing in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, are behind all of my misery. There is more still to be gotten to the bottom of, and is in the works. Sarah, I am so very sorry that I walked away from you in the year 1970. You have totally messed up your life and became nothing at all like you were when you used to smile at me and call me ‘THAT BOY’. I wish only the best for you. You know deep down inside that you always liked me, and the day I mixed up the perfect storm which occurred I believe on October 31, of 1991, with the day that I enjoyed bodysurfing the big waves on the 30th of September of the tear 2,000, remember we saw each other after just mo0re than 30 years. You were sitting in your large white vehicle and your hubby was driving. We were all waiting for the light to change from red to green at the intersection of Pacific Avenues and North Carolina Avenue, you turned right heading southbound on Pacific, while I crossed and went straight ahead to eventually go left and also southbound on Atlantic until my right turn on MLKB, and out to Route 30 westbound and home to Guthrie Shorts 7 acre multi-million dollar property, that I was renting at the time, before the great STUDIO PARK RECORDS and my rotten partner, caused my life to forever alter for the worse, leading to my third of a million dollar personal bankruptcy. I am so sorry that you no longer are the girl I remember big brown haired Sarah, your brother Frank laughs and thinks this is all ridiculous, I know, Gawki told me this, but we know better. I wish you only the best in your mortal life here on this Earth, some day you will know you are indeed the ALL MIGHTY GODDESS SCYLLA, in a true higher reality, where we always share light and love together in your beautiful city. I will cry like a baby for days, and always love you.
The Millionth Council and Apollo-Lucifer ruined the greatest love that was ever meant to happen on this Earth. Anyone who glorifies this SATAN thing as you all perceive it as, let me tell you now, Dogtown is there, and you are there, even while you live and think you are king of fire, people like Trump and Scummer, and all manner of evil living totally blessed and charmed lives, go ahead and disbelieve, kalpas of interaction and Dogtown are one and the same thing for you, so enjoy your short littlie dream down here in the physicality 9o0f hyperspace, you’ll need to cling to these memories as you suffer beyond words could hope to ever express in that terrible place, astrally not a place, a CONDITION-INTERACTION, that can never be dream-shifted away from.
I voluntarily swear under this oath to be speaking truths, there are no omissions and no additions herein, just absolute truths, as best as I am able to recall and express them on this mortal level as me in this current sequence of dreams as Michael Mountainpen. Under penalty of perjury, this is my sworn oath, use it, anybody, Google, or anyone at any time, I do not fear light and truth as evil does.
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DATFILE XXIV TEOHIV
THE EPITOME OF HARASSEMENT, INTERNET VERSION
DATFILE XXIV, CB #11, 121407.631.77
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ALL WEB LOGGING IS CO-COPYRIGHTED MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, IF THESE NAMES SHOULD APPEAR ANY PLACE ON THESE BLOGS, IN ACCORDANCE WITH INTERNET LAW, AND IN CONJUNCTION WITH THE GOOGLE SEARCH ENGINE SYSTEM, AND SWIS/WORLD LAB FURTHER OUT IN 3 DIMIENSIONALLITY.
Local and State police and authorities, MY BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS, THEY r TOTALLY KILLING ME, AND WHEN I AM FOUND DEAD, THESE PEOPLE HAVE MURDERED ME AS THEY MURDERED MY MOTHER IN 2000 ad, AND David Roth in 2002, and his mother also: We have all been ILLEGALLY EXECUTERD THROUGH SECRET COVERT COURTS AND AGENCIES SUCH AS FISA AND OTHERS TOO SECRET FOR SHOWS LIKE LAW AND ORDER TO EVEN KNOW ABOUT THEIR EXISTENCE. THIS IS AN OFFICIAL DYING MANS UTTERANCE AND DECLARATION. NO ONE WOULD LIE WHEN FACING AN ANGRY ETERNAL GOD WHO PROCLAIMS THAT ALL LIARS WILL B CAST FOREVER INTO DOGTOWN, MORTAL WORD, HELL. THESE PERSONS AND AGENCIES R PERSECUTING ME STRAIGHT 2 MY GRAVE, AND BAVE BEEN SINCE EARLY IN THE 1980’S:
DONALD TRUMP, DONNA SUMMER, ROBERT MCGUIRE, SARAH CALLIO MARTINO AND HER HUSBAND AND PARENTS, MOB-BOSS MARTINO IN THE CLARIDGE CASINO IN ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG, THE CALLIO AND MARTINO AND MCGUIRE FAMILIES, THE OWNER OF THE FLYERS HOCKEY TEAM-ED SNYDER, THE CIA FORCES RESPONSIBLE 4 PUTTING THE CASINOS IN ATLANTIC CITY 2 START WITH, THE NRO, THE NSA, THE NASA, AND MANY OTHER ORGANIZATIONS AND HIGH RANKING UNITED STATES MILITARY OFFICIALS. I BELIEVE THIS 2B TRUE AND HAVE GREAT AMOUNT OF EVIDENCE THAT SUPPORTS ALL OF MY CLAIMS, BUT CAN GET NOBODY TO EVER HELP ME, SO ONCE DEAD, IT IS THE SWORN DUTY OF ANY HONEST NON CORRUPT OFFICIALS IN LAW ENFORCEMENT, 2 DO THEIR JOB AND PROSECUTE THIS ENTIRE CONSPERACY OF ROTTEN SLIMY EVIL PERSONS THAT DID ALL OF THIS. I BELIEVE THIS ENTIRE STATEMENT 2B TOTALLY TRUE AND FACTUAL. IF I AM LYING I SUBMIT TO PURJURY AND SLANDER CHARGES, I AM TELLING THE TRUTH, SO HELP ME GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE.
Last night I was supposed to go to the club I mentioned about big and beautiful women, but the enemy screwed everything up as usual. Then today, they staged a major accident, another famous INAC, right outside my home that knocked out my telephone landline as well as electrical power, affecting the entire area, all of Decosta and Hammonton, in New Jersey were blacked out, USAESMWG. This now is the third power outage, counting the small quicker ones, in about one week’s time. If the local PD would really check it out, they would find out that I am the victim behind all of this and that innocent persons on the roads R being put at a high risk of injury and death, all to persecute me. Any good competent investigator would C if they would ever properly investigate all the pole-hitting accidents that R causing my many power outages, they would in fact find a common link. No conspiracy is that good, Julia Roberts and Mel Gibson not withstanding. A major hack hit and a wipe out of more than a page of blogging occurred the past 2 hours. This is literally the worst day of 2007 4 me, and 2007 has without a doubt been the freaking worst year of my entire infinity.
Now I will attempt 2 correct the problem with my gapped out blog, as I am under the worst siege of my entire life. I was home 4 a while Ed worked on the computer here at Ann Silva’s place, and even at half past 4, the working electrical crew is still at it with a huge arrow blocking the one of two lanes of the eastbound route 30 traffic. Somehow the enemy or MO knew ahead of time, and time is simply a mortal mans conscious illusion, remember, that I was planning on getting my passport renewed today at the Hammonton, post office, NJUSAESMWG. Everything was saying about the 5th and the 6th dimension got poofed off the word program, all I can try now 2 do with very limited time as I must go to freaking work 2 night, and I did not cause this hacked and changed font, I am only typing normally, did not do a thing, and this is getting totally ridiculous and beyond absurd.
Phase 5 as U should now B aware of from reading and studying other blogging texts, is the energy that becomes the mass equivalent of events brought about mortally on phase three, after being first recorded on Millionth Council or electronic mediums, same difference. As I type now at about quarter past six this hellish Friday evening, a CIA/NSA CRASH LEVEL private airplane is buzzing and dogging me literally to my grave here at Ann Silva’s place, and she is witnessing all that is happening 2 me today. She was released Wednesday from the hospital that admitted her 4 pneumonia back on Monday night. U all R so lucky, seeing things the mortal way that all of U do. I know the truth, and am not one bit afraid 2 tell all of the world that YES I DO KNOW IT< LIKE IT OR NOT!!!!!!! If U could C it all with my level of pure simple awareness, U would not look at my way out sounding speeches as complex and crazy. I never said that the astral plane is a place, or that Santa Claus is living somewhere north of Canada in an underground elf-crowded toy shop. I said that everything is a condition-interaction, and that includes this tangible physical world and life as well. We will come back to this, but I need first to tell U more about another part of what was previously gapped out on this blog.
When I attended the special-ed school that I have made mention of on numerous past blogging texts, on Hopkins Lane, in Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG, I made some mention of another girl in my life by the name of Sarah Jacobson, who attended the rehab part of this special-ed school, 2 separate parts, and she went around constantly bragging about being the strongest person, not the strongest girl, but the strongest person in the entire school. I knew beyond any doubt that she indeed was the “THE STRONGEST PERSON IN THE SCHOOL”, of which I had no doubt at all, and was indeed totally true. I still am attempting to click in and make repairs on the hack job that some evil MO whack job did 2 me. Bear with me PWEEEEEZE!!!!! She threw huge boys around like they were lunch boxes, and beat grown men teachers that were as tall as 6’3” in arm wrestles in 2 seconds; they didn’t even stand a chance. One night she came to me in a dream and said, not to me, but another boy standing nearby, as we all in this interaction were standing on a bridge nearby the school, and he asked her if he could kiss her and she replied, and I will never forget this in millions of mortal world-MW- years, “I don’t kiss boys”. The reason this stuck with me is not because of what she had said as she stood there dazzlingly gorgeous and tantalizing, 73 or 74 inches of ultimate female delight, and stronger than 3 grown men all put together, but the reason that it stuck with me 2 this very day is because, months later in the late spring of the year of seventy-two, about five months following this DREAM-INTERACTION, I was indeed standing on this bridge near the school, and there was a beautiful lake there in the Haddonfield Pennypacker Park, in New Jersey, USAESMWG, and the boy from the interaction was now also here, some kid at the school that was in Sarah J. {Cobson’s} class. Sure enough he asked to kiss her right there within feet distance of my ear shot, and I thought I would drop dead when I heard her say, “I don’t kiss boys”. I then heard this wise ass guy who was new at school and not aware of her power; say to her, “what, do U kiss girls? Then I heard a cracking sound so loud that my heart raced inside my fragile little chest, and this sound was his face literally being turned into a broken mass of less than human looking oozy goo. But I really knew she was 4 real, when I would C her wreck and destroy a kid by the name of Pat Lafarce in a 2 second smash-down arm wrestle, and all though I was 18 and he was 11 and a half, I couldn’t hold him off for even a second, so think what Sarah would have done to me. There was nobody like her; she had huge chocolate brown eyes, very long brown exquisite hair, and I know that indeed this was my Sarah and that she had infiltrated my school. Sarah was famous 4 being able 2 enter into my dreams, and then as U mortals would see it as, effect the direct reality around me after awakening from one of these dreams, that pertained 2 what these dreams were about. What girl, back in the early 1970’s anyway, today is totally different, went around bragging about her monstrous unfathomable physical strength? But she did, and all the time. Now when a person is under 20, a year is not felt the same way that a year is felt for us over 50 persons. One or two years now are meaningless, but in a person’s teens, it is quite a big chunky percentage of their life, am I not right? So Sarah in Atlantic City was not seen since the 12th of July of 1970, and here I am in the autumn of 1972.Now I had been friends with a dude named Jerry Heitzmann from Bellmawr, NJUSAESMWG, for just over a year, from my class, and now he had recently been placed into the REHAB class where Sarah was also attending. I had told him all about the great Sarah Krassle from Atlantic City, NJUSAEMWG. He secretly got me aside in the woods by the Pennypacker Park Lake by the “I don’t kiss boys bridge” as I named it ever since the dream came true, and he said to me something I will not forget in thousands of MW years, maybe never. He said that Sarah wants him to introduce me 2 her. I was scared out of my living mind, but I went during lunch break, into a room where she said to come in, and another boy, tall and thin, a rehab student, about 6’6” tall and slight of build with scraggly ugly long black hair, was talking to her and they were discussing marriage. I walked in, and stared up at both of these very tall people, while shaking in my whittle freaking boots. Sarah then said to him after smiling at me,” I wouldn’t date U or marry U if U were the last kid in the world” Then she came right over to me and said, “Hi, I’m Sarah, you’re a great looking boy”. At this point my heart was banging so fast in my chest, I honest to the gods believed that within seconds, I would pass out onto the floor, I got dizzy and light headed, and she grabbed my hand and helped me to sit down at a desk. Believe it or not, I said something that got the conversation turned to the re-election of President Nixon and how I all ready knew he would get it and that June the 17th of the year was gonna B a day for American history, and I said this 2 her. She smiled at me and said that I was right and that I had all ready lived through that date many countless times in a cycle that I should not B remembering. I did not totally understand it, but smiled, and told her that she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life. Then like a total fool jag officer, Jerry blurted out, “Y not, she’s the great Sarah Krassle”? She immediately jumped up and touched the top of his head gently, and never again did he ever remember one thing that I had told him about the great Sarah. The next day she was not in the rehab class. 3 days later she still was not around, and no matter how much I tried 2 learn what had happened, everyone insisted that no such person ever was there. The kid that had his injury told me he was hit by his dad accidentally in the back yard of their home while they were doing some heavy landscaping work over the previous weekend. Do I really have to tell U that this is TRS?????????????? If I do, U go to REHAB or special ed!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now 4 a subject I’ve left alone 4 a while, the great WORLD LAB and the mid 22 hundreds, where I live and work as Labber Zeejins Arthurs. B4I go on with this, in case I forgot and this was part of what got gapped out on the blog today, the very worst day of my entire life, I think the enemy all ready knew I was gonna get my passport renewed at the Hammonton post office, NJUSAESMWG, and they do not wish 4 me 2 ever escape their evil empire, their prison that they’ve so carefully constructed covertly 4 me, and their wicked games that the gods R playing with me, through them. I said on another PBE, that U may have heard if U attended Sunday school, how “God works through people”. I know I heard it over and over. The type came out that God words through them, error, sahwee their rich prince of the capital!!!! Sure miss your great ads, lose that stinking Geico crap and put your great ads back on the freaking boob tube!!!!!! Anyone doubting time is being transcended via dream travel, forget warp drive garbage, U need 2 know the truth son!!!!!! I-Ching is very real, the part not found in most library books either, where this book of non-atomic-freezing, [CHANGES], has its true power of prophecy lie. The hexagram of DELIVERANCE saved my miserable life and sanity, some of it anyway, back in the mortal world year of 1996, when on the night of or early morning hours really, of the 7th of December, this time frame 4 me, will truly live in infamy!!!!!!! I was out of my skull trying to get to the bottom of this {Sarah situation}. I spent money in credit that I knew I’d never B able 2 repay, in my lengthy and tedious search and quest 2 locate this all mighty god of yours, Earthlings!!!!!!!! This story, a lot of it, not all of it, has been made mention of in prior blog texts, and a right side death angel just winged my right side as I type this now at around 8:17PM. If my passport is denied by the state department, it will just B another proof in my folder that I am not imagining any of this hell!!!!!!! I will find out in 7-9 weeks so the post office tells me, as of this date, Friday evening on 121407. Ever since awakening or whatever I [really] did, from my major interaction on the night of August 15th in 1986, I knew something beyond unexplainable had occurred. Christmas trees, talk about Captain Picard’s SHIP IN A BOTTLE. Y did I do this 2 your daughter? Because she is a very beautiful and desirous woman 4 starters, but I as Mountainpen did not do a thing 2 your dern daughter. This is all talked about in earlier Morianity. From day flock ducking crow eating number one, I always believed I was not really awake, and as time seemingly went on, I believed ever more, that eventually, I would ‘really’ awaken from this nightmare that I fell asleep into on this horrific 15th August day here in ’86!!!!!!!! I still refuse to ever part totally with this piece of the 6th dimension, and hold it very dear and close to my heart, [thought]. It keeps me going at many of my unfathomably darkest hours, here is Dogtown, Shawnee!!!!!!!! I know she put me in the bottle. Machines like U would never believe, exist in this World Lab in the mid late twenty two hundreds. 300 years ago, U try talking 2 anybody about jet air travel, spaceflights, moon landings, internet, television and radio, any of it, and they would lock U up so freaking tight, they would hear U squeaking a light year away bwaby-wuv!!!! I am telling U that I was probed when I fell into bed that night, and Scummer has me in this nightmarogram of hers up in the future, I know it Look, I am guilty of re-tracing her a long time from now, not as me, but as another part of a larger reality of me, should I have 2 suffer this bad 4 this crime? Doubt the validity of my claims, fine!!! How come U will buy and publish and read, as a society, a book then that says exactly what I am making claim here to, by Doctor Bruce Goldberg, called TIME TRAVELERS FROM OUR FUTURE, go TO SITES LIKE WWW.BORDERS.COM OR WWW.AMAZON.COM OR WWW.BARNESANDNOBLE.COM, AND DON’T TAKE MY DERN WORD FOR URINE!!!!!!!!!!!
This is all actually literally happening 2 me, I am not nuts, I’m not making up any of this, and I could care less about my 15 minutes as they call it. Fame and money and power, is very fleeting. Does anyone really think in 90 years, which will arrive in a flash, what Britney Speers had for dinner on the night of her 19th birthday party? No one gains a dern thing by fame or fortune, it is fleeting, and pure vanity, all is vanity. I wish 2B believed by authorities that I have been major huge-time victimized by horrendous entities, and the crime against me is unspeakable, unconscionable, and totally monstrous!!!!!!!!!!! Funny that machine-mind-6th-D, not fifth miz Macoo, spelled GAIN, as GAINES, with the added E.I have not even started getting into all the particulars regarding Russ Thaxton, the Book of the Beach, Sarah J. Cobson, Estelle Bassler formerly of 30 South Plaza Place in the magical home in Atlantic City, Mayor Levy, the 3 warping triangulation fields. Aniwho I had to click in the corrected GAIN without the ‘E’ at the end, and I had to click the correct spelling in.
The story is far from over about the great Book of the Beach written by me in the MW year of AD 1969, Sarah J. Cobson, and yes U can C this non-stop hacking today will not take the slightest vacation. I have had 3 power outages, I know there is a conspiracy with the following evil trilogy: ATLANTIC CITY ELECTRIC COMPANY, ATLANTIC CITY MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY, AND THE CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY, which is one and the same thing as Resorts International Hotel and Casino and the MARY CARTER PAINT COMPANY, MC, can U live withoudem???? Well next week it is time 4 me 2 do a detailed blog on how 2 build a DISTANCE-DELAY RETRACING RECORDING MACHINE. If U wanna play all the way 2 the freaking wall out there in Dogtownland, fine, so B it!!!! I can play right along as well.
When the building in ACNJUSAESMWG called the HILTON HOTEL AND CASINO on the southeastern end of the great Jersey seashore gambling strip was called the GOLDEN NUGGET, under tunnel vision blind man Steve Winn who never went blind, another big Liz and Dick publicity stunt, at least Mr. Trump is 4 real/e I will give the ol’smell that one, but back on point, I drove down just past 11 at night to go there, on the 19th of September, in the MW year of 1983. I was greeted by a dude in the parking garage outside, in his gate house, and he knew me, we had talked a few times, and he said this thing to me and I freaking quote: Diana Ross was just in here, right in here I mean, waiting to talk 2U”. My privecode had a huge red [713] displayed on it, our special code 4 if she ever wanted me to meet her in Atlantic City at the Nugget, in her human form. It seems she was down there that night visiting her very good friend of many a year even back the, who was starring at the Resorts CIA Casino, Stevie Wonder. She had wanted 2C me, but I was put 2 sleep by some CIA technology around 9PM in my rented home from the owner Jerald Pliner, located in Atco, NJUSAESMWG, at 134 Norris Avenue. I got down there too late and just missed her, and still am missing her. I closed my eyes 4 a second at 9PM and the next second it was 5 shy of eleven. The code came in late in the afternoon B4 it was time 4 me 2 pick my mom up at the Lindenwold station of the Patco High Speed Line train system, after her day at the office in Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG was over. These things all happened, Rambo, and Miss Blake, cove agencies, it is all just part of some evil illegitimate person who is the son of a female dog 2 boot, part of his or her MOGO, OR MOTIVE-GOAL SOFTWARE PROGRAM, that first R introduced to the civilian population in the late two oh three oh’s The reason 4 this 3 decade wait 4 these, is that in order 2 run a program that pays your bills on time is one thing, and takes a small amount of speed and power and memory from your current desk or lap top computation machine. Remember ya ol smells like me, when knowing a new word, GIGA was the talk of the office, I know in the last real disco year of 1979, it was the talk of the recording studio where I was employed at this time, the great, RECORDED PUBLICATIONS LABORATORY, or as I refer to it in my own 6th-connectiveness [mind] my first lab job, the second of course being World Lab. Well, there is Meg and gega, but adding 3 zeros there is terra and adding 3 zeros to Terra or 6 zeros to Gega, and U have the great Peta. These metrics stand for trillion and quadrillion, and the first time most people heard of the Terra, was on the TNG-STAR TREK SHOW. Always a show ahead of its time, this was always in all of its many broken and sliced offshoots, terrific beyond comparison, but is it coincidental, or part of phase 4 and 6th-D MOGO? Well, look at the part that led to the DEEP SPACE NINE, again with the DS. The distance that is involved in crossing this MWG is precisely matched with moving at their maximum of 90& of the speed of light squared, U would get from end to end in about three fourths of one Earth year. There is no way someone in the studios calculated this, it was all known as I know and just know many things, but ask any think tank to write out this equation, and it precisely matches up. Now the real story comes here however: Any TNG fan remembers the TIME TRAVELER who came from and I quote from the show,” A place called New Jersey”. Come on, gimme a break willya Some of these phase 4 clubbers somehow know all about me, even in their waking MW lives, and consciousness, don’t ask me how pweeeeeze.
Then there is the word KARGE, as in SSJKK, in human form. KENNY ROGERS was interacted with from the 4th phase and the 6th dimension just like I was, by this great beautiful being. His Warren Grove, NJUSAESMWG girlfriend from his boy hood, Lucile, the fudge shop owner, is tied into things 2 lengthy 4 me 2 explore with U all right at present minper. His songs all have that LOIS FOCA ‘feel’, as does LOIS FOCA, and my other LOIS FOCA similars, right? This is Sarah-Stacey’s way of soul to soul communicating. Just listen to his Coward of the County and U Picked A Fine Time 2 Leave Me L. U cannot mistake that looking at the name KARGE, his name is KENNY ROGERS, these things RY his mother named him the Christian name that she did, all things R connected perfectly, and coincidence is an illusion. Nothing ever just happens, except mans continued dark ages ignorance. If I did not have 2 go to work I would say so dern much more, but this much must now B said.
The great SSJKK spoke 2 me and I must obey. She said she told Donna the same thing she told me, the only people that ever will believe the impossible and take it more seriously, R the young, in this politically correct world, one hesitates 2 even write in the word, but screw it, I will, THE CHILDREN!!!!!!!!!!! This is the market with the open mind, and in a whisper of time, they R grown and in control of the society, and we all oldies R in the home with the nurses collecting our smells from pans, or in the dern grave. So I was told by her that I must stop using my horrible profanity, as it filters out my markets and keeps the only possible present-time entities, from getting access to my information, adults won’t listen nor believe, just like Santa Claus. Nothing is real, and everything is real, but what is real, what U know is real, is real/e, and truth is void infinity, and little persons innately know this simple truth and reality, but get talked out of it with things like, the dark cannot hurt U and there is no boogie man in the closet, the heck there ain’t, take some acid. U never would eat another thing if your eyes were amplified 2C all the crawling germs and microbes all over your plate and your food. I could talk on like this for days, they know, Donna knows, I KNOW, YEAH I KNOW.
GOOGLE, SATELITE WORLD INTERCONNECT SYSTEM, and World Lab, this is co-copyrighted under MARK MOHR AND PSUDO MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN. We must now END TRANSMISSION, lest I B fired from my measly rotten job!!!!
CAL,KALI, CALLIO, great SSJKK, I WILL CU SOON--VERY SOON-- if I have 2 jump on the RR tracks every day until I am not retraced again back into this hell.
DATFILE XXIV, CB #11, 121407.631.77
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
ALL WEB LOGGING IS CO-COPYRIGHTED MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, IF THESE NAMES SHOULD APPEAR ANY PLACE ON THESE BLOGS, IN ACCORDANCE WITH INTERNET LAW, AND IN CONJUNCTION WITH THE GOOGLE SEARCH ENGINE SYSTEM, AND SWIS/WORLD LAB FURTHER OUT IN 3 DIMIENSIONALLITY.
Local and State police and authorities, MY BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS, THEY r TOTALLY KILLING ME, AND WHEN I AM FOUND DEAD, THESE PEOPLE HAVE MURDERED ME AS THEY MURDERED MY MOTHER IN 2000 ad, AND David Roth in 2002, and his mother also: We have all been ILLEGALLY EXECUTERD THROUGH SECRET COVERT COURTS AND AGENCIES SUCH AS FISA AND OTHERS TOO SECRET FOR SHOWS LIKE LAW AND ORDER TO EVEN KNOW ABOUT THEIR EXISTENCE. THIS IS AN OFFICIAL DYING MANS UTTERANCE AND DECLARATION. NO ONE WOULD LIE WHEN FACING AN ANGRY ETERNAL GOD WHO PROCLAIMS THAT ALL LIARS WILL B CAST FOREVER INTO DOGTOWN, MORTAL WORD, HELL. THESE PERSONS AND AGENCIES R PERSECUTING ME STRAIGHT 2 MY GRAVE, AND BAVE BEEN SINCE EARLY IN THE 1980’S:
DONALD TRUMP, DONNA SUMMER, ROBERT MCGUIRE, SARAH CALLIO MARTINO AND HER HUSBAND AND PARENTS, MOB-BOSS MARTINO IN THE CLARIDGE CASINO IN ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG, THE CALLIO AND MARTINO AND MCGUIRE FAMILIES, THE OWNER OF THE FLYERS HOCKEY TEAM-ED SNYDER, THE CIA FORCES RESPONSIBLE 4 PUTTING THE CASINOS IN ATLANTIC CITY 2 START WITH, THE NRO, THE NSA, THE NASA, AND MANY OTHER ORGANIZATIONS AND HIGH RANKING UNITED STATES MILITARY OFFICIALS. I BELIEVE THIS 2B TRUE AND HAVE GREAT AMOUNT OF EVIDENCE THAT SUPPORTS ALL OF MY CLAIMS, BUT CAN GET NOBODY TO EVER HELP ME, SO ONCE DEAD, IT IS THE SWORN DUTY OF ANY HONEST NON CORRUPT OFFICIALS IN LAW ENFORCEMENT, 2 DO THEIR JOB AND PROSECUTE THIS ENTIRE CONSPERACY OF ROTTEN SLIMY EVIL PERSONS THAT DID ALL OF THIS. I BELIEVE THIS ENTIRE STATEMENT 2B TOTALLY TRUE AND FACTUAL. IF I AM LYING I SUBMIT TO PURJURY AND SLANDER CHARGES, I AM TELLING THE TRUTH, SO HELP ME GREAT SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE.
Last night I was supposed to go to the club I mentioned about big and beautiful women, but the enemy screwed everything up as usual. Then today, they staged a major accident, another famous INAC, right outside my home that knocked out my telephone landline as well as electrical power, affecting the entire area, all of Decosta and Hammonton, in New Jersey were blacked out, USAESMWG. This now is the third power outage, counting the small quicker ones, in about one week’s time. If the local PD would really check it out, they would find out that I am the victim behind all of this and that innocent persons on the roads R being put at a high risk of injury and death, all to persecute me. Any good competent investigator would C if they would ever properly investigate all the pole-hitting accidents that R causing my many power outages, they would in fact find a common link. No conspiracy is that good, Julia Roberts and Mel Gibson not withstanding. A major hack hit and a wipe out of more than a page of blogging occurred the past 2 hours. This is literally the worst day of 2007 4 me, and 2007 has without a doubt been the freaking worst year of my entire infinity.
Now I will attempt 2 correct the problem with my gapped out blog, as I am under the worst siege of my entire life. I was home 4 a while Ed worked on the computer here at Ann Silva’s place, and even at half past 4, the working electrical crew is still at it with a huge arrow blocking the one of two lanes of the eastbound route 30 traffic. Somehow the enemy or MO knew ahead of time, and time is simply a mortal mans conscious illusion, remember, that I was planning on getting my passport renewed today at the Hammonton, post office, NJUSAESMWG. Everything was saying about the 5th and the 6th dimension got poofed off the word program, all I can try now 2 do with very limited time as I must go to freaking work 2 night, and I did not cause this hacked and changed font, I am only typing normally, did not do a thing, and this is getting totally ridiculous and beyond absurd.
Phase 5 as U should now B aware of from reading and studying other blogging texts, is the energy that becomes the mass equivalent of events brought about mortally on phase three, after being first recorded on Millionth Council or electronic mediums, same difference. As I type now at about quarter past six this hellish Friday evening, a CIA/NSA CRASH LEVEL private airplane is buzzing and dogging me literally to my grave here at Ann Silva’s place, and she is witnessing all that is happening 2 me today. She was released Wednesday from the hospital that admitted her 4 pneumonia back on Monday night. U all R so lucky, seeing things the mortal way that all of U do. I know the truth, and am not one bit afraid 2 tell all of the world that YES I DO KNOW IT< LIKE IT OR NOT!!!!!!! If U could C it all with my level of pure simple awareness, U would not look at my way out sounding speeches as complex and crazy. I never said that the astral plane is a place, or that Santa Claus is living somewhere north of Canada in an underground elf-crowded toy shop. I said that everything is a condition-interaction, and that includes this tangible physical world and life as well. We will come back to this, but I need first to tell U more about another part of what was previously gapped out on this blog.
When I attended the special-ed school that I have made mention of on numerous past blogging texts, on Hopkins Lane, in Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG, I made some mention of another girl in my life by the name of Sarah Jacobson, who attended the rehab part of this special-ed school, 2 separate parts, and she went around constantly bragging about being the strongest person, not the strongest girl, but the strongest person in the entire school. I knew beyond any doubt that she indeed was the “THE STRONGEST PERSON IN THE SCHOOL”, of which I had no doubt at all, and was indeed totally true. I still am attempting to click in and make repairs on the hack job that some evil MO whack job did 2 me. Bear with me PWEEEEEZE!!!!! She threw huge boys around like they were lunch boxes, and beat grown men teachers that were as tall as 6’3” in arm wrestles in 2 seconds; they didn’t even stand a chance. One night she came to me in a dream and said, not to me, but another boy standing nearby, as we all in this interaction were standing on a bridge nearby the school, and he asked her if he could kiss her and she replied, and I will never forget this in millions of mortal world-MW- years, “I don’t kiss boys”. The reason this stuck with me is not because of what she had said as she stood there dazzlingly gorgeous and tantalizing, 73 or 74 inches of ultimate female delight, and stronger than 3 grown men all put together, but the reason that it stuck with me 2 this very day is because, months later in the late spring of the year of seventy-two, about five months following this DREAM-INTERACTION, I was indeed standing on this bridge near the school, and there was a beautiful lake there in the Haddonfield Pennypacker Park, in New Jersey, USAESMWG, and the boy from the interaction was now also here, some kid at the school that was in Sarah J. {Cobson’s} class. Sure enough he asked to kiss her right there within feet distance of my ear shot, and I thought I would drop dead when I heard her say, “I don’t kiss boys”. I then heard this wise ass guy who was new at school and not aware of her power; say to her, “what, do U kiss girls? Then I heard a cracking sound so loud that my heart raced inside my fragile little chest, and this sound was his face literally being turned into a broken mass of less than human looking oozy goo. But I really knew she was 4 real, when I would C her wreck and destroy a kid by the name of Pat Lafarce in a 2 second smash-down arm wrestle, and all though I was 18 and he was 11 and a half, I couldn’t hold him off for even a second, so think what Sarah would have done to me. There was nobody like her; she had huge chocolate brown eyes, very long brown exquisite hair, and I know that indeed this was my Sarah and that she had infiltrated my school. Sarah was famous 4 being able 2 enter into my dreams, and then as U mortals would see it as, effect the direct reality around me after awakening from one of these dreams, that pertained 2 what these dreams were about. What girl, back in the early 1970’s anyway, today is totally different, went around bragging about her monstrous unfathomable physical strength? But she did, and all the time. Now when a person is under 20, a year is not felt the same way that a year is felt for us over 50 persons. One or two years now are meaningless, but in a person’s teens, it is quite a big chunky percentage of their life, am I not right? So Sarah in Atlantic City was not seen since the 12th of July of 1970, and here I am in the autumn of 1972.Now I had been friends with a dude named Jerry Heitzmann from Bellmawr, NJUSAESMWG, for just over a year, from my class, and now he had recently been placed into the REHAB class where Sarah was also attending. I had told him all about the great Sarah Krassle from Atlantic City, NJUSAEMWG. He secretly got me aside in the woods by the Pennypacker Park Lake by the “I don’t kiss boys bridge” as I named it ever since the dream came true, and he said to me something I will not forget in thousands of MW years, maybe never. He said that Sarah wants him to introduce me 2 her. I was scared out of my living mind, but I went during lunch break, into a room where she said to come in, and another boy, tall and thin, a rehab student, about 6’6” tall and slight of build with scraggly ugly long black hair, was talking to her and they were discussing marriage. I walked in, and stared up at both of these very tall people, while shaking in my whittle freaking boots. Sarah then said to him after smiling at me,” I wouldn’t date U or marry U if U were the last kid in the world” Then she came right over to me and said, “Hi, I’m Sarah, you’re a great looking boy”. At this point my heart was banging so fast in my chest, I honest to the gods believed that within seconds, I would pass out onto the floor, I got dizzy and light headed, and she grabbed my hand and helped me to sit down at a desk. Believe it or not, I said something that got the conversation turned to the re-election of President Nixon and how I all ready knew he would get it and that June the 17th of the year was gonna B a day for American history, and I said this 2 her. She smiled at me and said that I was right and that I had all ready lived through that date many countless times in a cycle that I should not B remembering. I did not totally understand it, but smiled, and told her that she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life. Then like a total fool jag officer, Jerry blurted out, “Y not, she’s the great Sarah Krassle”? She immediately jumped up and touched the top of his head gently, and never again did he ever remember one thing that I had told him about the great Sarah. The next day she was not in the rehab class. 3 days later she still was not around, and no matter how much I tried 2 learn what had happened, everyone insisted that no such person ever was there. The kid that had his injury told me he was hit by his dad accidentally in the back yard of their home while they were doing some heavy landscaping work over the previous weekend. Do I really have to tell U that this is TRS?????????????? If I do, U go to REHAB or special ed!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now 4 a subject I’ve left alone 4 a while, the great WORLD LAB and the mid 22 hundreds, where I live and work as Labber Zeejins Arthurs. B4I go on with this, in case I forgot and this was part of what got gapped out on the blog today, the very worst day of my entire life, I think the enemy all ready knew I was gonna get my passport renewed at the Hammonton post office, NJUSAESMWG, and they do not wish 4 me 2 ever escape their evil empire, their prison that they’ve so carefully constructed covertly 4 me, and their wicked games that the gods R playing with me, through them. I said on another PBE, that U may have heard if U attended Sunday school, how “God works through people”. I know I heard it over and over. The type came out that God words through them, error, sahwee their rich prince of the capital!!!! Sure miss your great ads, lose that stinking Geico crap and put your great ads back on the freaking boob tube!!!!!! Anyone doubting time is being transcended via dream travel, forget warp drive garbage, U need 2 know the truth son!!!!!! I-Ching is very real, the part not found in most library books either, where this book of non-atomic-freezing, [CHANGES], has its true power of prophecy lie. The hexagram of DELIVERANCE saved my miserable life and sanity, some of it anyway, back in the mortal world year of 1996, when on the night of or early morning hours really, of the 7th of December, this time frame 4 me, will truly live in infamy!!!!!!! I was out of my skull trying to get to the bottom of this {Sarah situation}. I spent money in credit that I knew I’d never B able 2 repay, in my lengthy and tedious search and quest 2 locate this all mighty god of yours, Earthlings!!!!!!!! This story, a lot of it, not all of it, has been made mention of in prior blog texts, and a right side death angel just winged my right side as I type this now at around 8:17PM. If my passport is denied by the state department, it will just B another proof in my folder that I am not imagining any of this hell!!!!!!! I will find out in 7-9 weeks so the post office tells me, as of this date, Friday evening on 121407. Ever since awakening or whatever I [really] did, from my major interaction on the night of August 15th in 1986, I knew something beyond unexplainable had occurred. Christmas trees, talk about Captain Picard’s SHIP IN A BOTTLE. Y did I do this 2 your daughter? Because she is a very beautiful and desirous woman 4 starters, but I as Mountainpen did not do a thing 2 your dern daughter. This is all talked about in earlier Morianity. From day flock ducking crow eating number one, I always believed I was not really awake, and as time seemingly went on, I believed ever more, that eventually, I would ‘really’ awaken from this nightmare that I fell asleep into on this horrific 15th August day here in ’86!!!!!!!! I still refuse to ever part totally with this piece of the 6th dimension, and hold it very dear and close to my heart, [thought]. It keeps me going at many of my unfathomably darkest hours, here is Dogtown, Shawnee!!!!!!!! I know she put me in the bottle. Machines like U would never believe, exist in this World Lab in the mid late twenty two hundreds. 300 years ago, U try talking 2 anybody about jet air travel, spaceflights, moon landings, internet, television and radio, any of it, and they would lock U up so freaking tight, they would hear U squeaking a light year away bwaby-wuv!!!! I am telling U that I was probed when I fell into bed that night, and Scummer has me in this nightmarogram of hers up in the future, I know it Look, I am guilty of re-tracing her a long time from now, not as me, but as another part of a larger reality of me, should I have 2 suffer this bad 4 this crime? Doubt the validity of my claims, fine!!! How come U will buy and publish and read, as a society, a book then that says exactly what I am making claim here to, by Doctor Bruce Goldberg, called TIME TRAVELERS FROM OUR FUTURE, go TO SITES LIKE WWW.BORDERS.COM OR WWW.AMAZON.COM OR WWW.BARNESANDNOBLE.COM, AND DON’T TAKE MY DERN WORD FOR URINE!!!!!!!!!!!
This is all actually literally happening 2 me, I am not nuts, I’m not making up any of this, and I could care less about my 15 minutes as they call it. Fame and money and power, is very fleeting. Does anyone really think in 90 years, which will arrive in a flash, what Britney Speers had for dinner on the night of her 19th birthday party? No one gains a dern thing by fame or fortune, it is fleeting, and pure vanity, all is vanity. I wish 2B believed by authorities that I have been major huge-time victimized by horrendous entities, and the crime against me is unspeakable, unconscionable, and totally monstrous!!!!!!!!!!! Funny that machine-mind-6th-D, not fifth miz Macoo, spelled GAIN, as GAINES, with the added E.I have not even started getting into all the particulars regarding Russ Thaxton, the Book of the Beach, Sarah J. Cobson, Estelle Bassler formerly of 30 South Plaza Place in the magical home in Atlantic City, Mayor Levy, the 3 warping triangulation fields. Aniwho I had to click in the corrected GAIN without the ‘E’ at the end, and I had to click the correct spelling in.
The story is far from over about the great Book of the Beach written by me in the MW year of AD 1969, Sarah J. Cobson, and yes U can C this non-stop hacking today will not take the slightest vacation. I have had 3 power outages, I know there is a conspiracy with the following evil trilogy: ATLANTIC CITY ELECTRIC COMPANY, ATLANTIC CITY MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY, AND THE CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY, which is one and the same thing as Resorts International Hotel and Casino and the MARY CARTER PAINT COMPANY, MC, can U live withoudem???? Well next week it is time 4 me 2 do a detailed blog on how 2 build a DISTANCE-DELAY RETRACING RECORDING MACHINE. If U wanna play all the way 2 the freaking wall out there in Dogtownland, fine, so B it!!!! I can play right along as well.
When the building in ACNJUSAESMWG called the HILTON HOTEL AND CASINO on the southeastern end of the great Jersey seashore gambling strip was called the GOLDEN NUGGET, under tunnel vision blind man Steve Winn who never went blind, another big Liz and Dick publicity stunt, at least Mr. Trump is 4 real/e I will give the ol’smell that one, but back on point, I drove down just past 11 at night to go there, on the 19th of September, in the MW year of 1983. I was greeted by a dude in the parking garage outside, in his gate house, and he knew me, we had talked a few times, and he said this thing to me and I freaking quote: Diana Ross was just in here, right in here I mean, waiting to talk 2U”. My privecode had a huge red [713] displayed on it, our special code 4 if she ever wanted me to meet her in Atlantic City at the Nugget, in her human form. It seems she was down there that night visiting her very good friend of many a year even back the, who was starring at the Resorts CIA Casino, Stevie Wonder. She had wanted 2C me, but I was put 2 sleep by some CIA technology around 9PM in my rented home from the owner Jerald Pliner, located in Atco, NJUSAESMWG, at 134 Norris Avenue. I got down there too late and just missed her, and still am missing her. I closed my eyes 4 a second at 9PM and the next second it was 5 shy of eleven. The code came in late in the afternoon B4 it was time 4 me 2 pick my mom up at the Lindenwold station of the Patco High Speed Line train system, after her day at the office in Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG was over. These things all happened, Rambo, and Miss Blake, cove agencies, it is all just part of some evil illegitimate person who is the son of a female dog 2 boot, part of his or her MOGO, OR MOTIVE-GOAL SOFTWARE PROGRAM, that first R introduced to the civilian population in the late two oh three oh’s The reason 4 this 3 decade wait 4 these, is that in order 2 run a program that pays your bills on time is one thing, and takes a small amount of speed and power and memory from your current desk or lap top computation machine. Remember ya ol smells like me, when knowing a new word, GIGA was the talk of the office, I know in the last real disco year of 1979, it was the talk of the recording studio where I was employed at this time, the great, RECORDED PUBLICATIONS LABORATORY, or as I refer to it in my own 6th-connectiveness [mind] my first lab job, the second of course being World Lab. Well, there is Meg and gega, but adding 3 zeros there is terra and adding 3 zeros to Terra or 6 zeros to Gega, and U have the great Peta. These metrics stand for trillion and quadrillion, and the first time most people heard of the Terra, was on the TNG-STAR TREK SHOW. Always a show ahead of its time, this was always in all of its many broken and sliced offshoots, terrific beyond comparison, but is it coincidental, or part of phase 4 and 6th-D MOGO? Well, look at the part that led to the DEEP SPACE NINE, again with the DS. The distance that is involved in crossing this MWG is precisely matched with moving at their maximum of 90& of the speed of light squared, U would get from end to end in about three fourths of one Earth year. There is no way someone in the studios calculated this, it was all known as I know and just know many things, but ask any think tank to write out this equation, and it precisely matches up. Now the real story comes here however: Any TNG fan remembers the TIME TRAVELER who came from and I quote from the show,” A place called New Jersey”. Come on, gimme a break willya Some of these phase 4 clubbers somehow know all about me, even in their waking MW lives, and consciousness, don’t ask me how pweeeeeze.
Then there is the word KARGE, as in SSJKK, in human form. KENNY ROGERS was interacted with from the 4th phase and the 6th dimension just like I was, by this great beautiful being. His Warren Grove, NJUSAESMWG girlfriend from his boy hood, Lucile, the fudge shop owner, is tied into things 2 lengthy 4 me 2 explore with U all right at present minper. His songs all have that LOIS FOCA ‘feel’, as does LOIS FOCA, and my other LOIS FOCA similars, right? This is Sarah-Stacey’s way of soul to soul communicating. Just listen to his Coward of the County and U Picked A Fine Time 2 Leave Me L. U cannot mistake that looking at the name KARGE, his name is KENNY ROGERS, these things RY his mother named him the Christian name that she did, all things R connected perfectly, and coincidence is an illusion. Nothing ever just happens, except mans continued dark ages ignorance. If I did not have 2 go to work I would say so dern much more, but this much must now B said.
The great SSJKK spoke 2 me and I must obey. She said she told Donna the same thing she told me, the only people that ever will believe the impossible and take it more seriously, R the young, in this politically correct world, one hesitates 2 even write in the word, but screw it, I will, THE CHILDREN!!!!!!!!!!! This is the market with the open mind, and in a whisper of time, they R grown and in control of the society, and we all oldies R in the home with the nurses collecting our smells from pans, or in the dern grave. So I was told by her that I must stop using my horrible profanity, as it filters out my markets and keeps the only possible present-time entities, from getting access to my information, adults won’t listen nor believe, just like Santa Claus. Nothing is real, and everything is real, but what is real, what U know is real, is real/e, and truth is void infinity, and little persons innately know this simple truth and reality, but get talked out of it with things like, the dark cannot hurt U and there is no boogie man in the closet, the heck there ain’t, take some acid. U never would eat another thing if your eyes were amplified 2C all the crawling germs and microbes all over your plate and your food. I could talk on like this for days, they know, Donna knows, I KNOW, YEAH I KNOW.
GOOGLE, SATELITE WORLD INTERCONNECT SYSTEM, and World Lab, this is co-copyrighted under MARK MOHR AND PSUDO MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN. We must now END TRANSMISSION, lest I B fired from my measly rotten job!!!!
CAL,KALI, CALLIO, great SSJKK, I WILL CU SOON--VERY SOON-- if I have 2 jump on the RR tracks every day until I am not retraced again back into this hell.
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