“Finding Midnight’s Bright Side”--Blog-Book--
Teohiv/Timcam, datfile 070908.613---START:
This time every year is major depressing 4 me, and puts me through a serious painful hell. I have been told last night after losing my awareness o this human world misery, [fell asleep], by several Viqueens in Sarah-Stacey’s gang, the reason Paula King flattened my tires at the Kennedy Hospital parking lot in Stratford, NJUSAESMWG in the beginning of the ‘98 year, was because I kept trying 2 hide and escape from her gang for 30 years. It was Marylou and Kenosha, 2 high ranking Viqueens under Lieutenant Mini-Great Julie, and 3 of their direct subordinates that were all telling me this. They reminded me that I am always trying to run away, and that I never can get away from them, and that this goes on forever without stoppage. Then Mini-Great Paula herself walked from the main meeting hall on this built by SSJKK place out in the great Teck bay just a ways off the shores of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, into the room that is off of this one, a room with lovely colored soft large pillows and many countless flickering as well as steadily shinning soft and bright colored lights moving all over the room. Paula King as she is known on the mortal realm here, said 2 me, do U remember getting an ass-kicking by Sarah-Stacey a few minpers ago out by the central docks? I replied that I did not and then instantly as I said this, I remembered being on my airship, the Great Ricktown Force War-ship, owned by myself as Rictafarius and my lovely lightning Goddess, the GREAT DIANA ARTEEMIS, and suddenly everything that wasn’t nailed down was blowing all over like a twister was in there, and then I remember hearing Diana say, “Oh the gods, look over there behind U Ricky, it’s the Great Mariah“. I turned and B4I could plead with her not to hit me, bang, I was knocked into quadrillions of subatomic pieces. Long story made short, I would reassemble over and over just 2 get knocked into piss again, until finally she said, “I will not hit U again, we need 2 talk”. She told me that she does not like me transferring Maggie’s power into the human world internet system and then using lightning’s power 2 hurt people. She told me that Mrs. Elliot’s blood calls out 2 her from the ground 4 what I did with my machine back in 1985 on the human world, with Magnesonic. She reminded me how after this, and my revenge on the nasty van driver that harassed and threatened me, in Turnersville but a separate incident that is not the one referred 2 the day I was with mom and we were driving around from recording studio 2 recording studio, attempting 2 find a place so that I could record my recently written on May 12 of 1996, ‘Sarah’ song, and after my revenge of the coupe of young snoots at the then Golden Nugget Hotel and Casino, now the Hilton at Hilton Beach, in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, and how much damage I have done with Maggie, and that she is very mad about it. I then told her that I would forever stop using signal energy dots to cause harm to the people of the Earth planet derived from lightning RF signals-entering magical type of circuits not understood by mankind as of yet, IF she would explain something that I must know B4I tell her what it is. She agreed. I then asked Mariah who this SHELLFISH character is that is there in this strange building in the ninth dimension every time that she takes me there, or spirits me away in my sleep or abducts me like an alien into a UFO ship, whichever way or whatever words sound most copasetic 2 individual listeners and readers. I asked her Y she wants him away and Y he is there against her wishes, after all, she is the ALL POWERFUL SSJKK. She smiled at me and laughed softly and said he represents my disobedience and that she does not approve of me using GAWNUM, nor of my going into such detailed specifics about it on a public site 4 the mortal world to potentially gain access 2 this forbidden coded knowledge. This is all sealed up and meant 2B unlocked when she is ready, not when I deem fit 2 tell it. She said that “shellfish” is sort of a major code in GAWNUM, that she is attempting 2 get other parts of her total self aware and prepared for another major part to the humanity experiment that she has been dreaming in and that this ninth dimension where polarities R pneumatically operated and controlled from. My mind in the interaction that she created for us, merely saw this as some dude that was annoying my queen in this large medical building. Then she reminded me that she comes here once a week, and that here a week is about 22 thousand years on the mortal world. This is when she reevaluates each new humanity experiment. She went onto remind me how Lawtrons come into being with the pneumatics used in this place, as electrically related things cannot B used, and showed me how she wrote the words that she blew into mankind the breath of life and then he became a Lawtron, biblical diction, “a living soul”. Then she told me not 2B upset about the coming 12th of July or the stair-tag-game that she allowed me 2 view, she wanted me to C her family and know that in no way R they ever 2B involved in any of the Morianity Project. This is always between her and me, and that is it. Then the chain that I remember so vividly from the 1969 year, suddenly just materialized and appeared around her neck, only with its astral extras that previous blogging discussions make mention of. She told me that Coolie Hall is indeed connected as is 1100 State Street’s attic in Camden, NJUSAESMWG, all to the old and now long burned down Bolivar Hotel of Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City. She reminded me that when I asked my ex-boss and pal, Don Cialoni, if I could come visit the studio that night in 1984 and place 2 cassette tapes up in this attic behind the pipe near a wall where an overage file of vinyl 33 record albums from the 19 sixties were kept while I was employed there, and place my 2 tapes where the great All Mighty Donna Summer had her HAIR ALBUM stored there 4 a dozen years after Presswell Records, a division of Atlantic records did the pressing 4 us as we did use them occasionally 4 large jobs, and how Don said yes I could visit on his lunch hour, around 9 PM, remember it was a second shift even B4 this while I was there, usually being from 4:30 P through 1A. Ever since I did this, extremely strange and weird things started happening and continued happening weirder and worse, until one day I called Don Cialoni and begged him to let me come and get my tapes out of there. She reminded me that every morning just past half past 2wo, this area went ‘hot’ just as spots in the Bermuda Triangle do, and interdimensionalized space begins forming. She told me that only Paula King’s daughter can get me out of this, as she is destined 2 do, and 4 me 2 stop thinking and talking about what Gawky Gaukauk showed me regarding how numbers properly used can break any query-codes of cosmos. She said I worry and think 2 much, that I need 2 chill, just as Donna had also told me, and the song then was born from there. I do need 2 chill. She then said to hurry up and join her fan club and that she will do all that she can 4 me, but to stop using Gawky’s stuff. She reminded me 2 read the books of her friend Moses, and how only when mankind is ready, will she permit GAWNUM 2B totally used and fully revealed by mankind on the ,mortal world. I will put the disk in my GREAT QUEEN in about an hour, so wish me luck, computers and machines in general R not very nice 2 me, Briggers C2 that, and U know I am telling U the truth, my lovely QUEEN. All I ever want is 4U2B happy in whatever U do here, and never leave me, just B there. I worry every day. Just ask the mascots that beat me up, I am a sissy and a worrier, it is just the way I was designed 2B, but I will try my best 2 chill out. Please tell the maintenance gamesmen not 2 break any more pipes. IWALU.
Any interested parties can read the top of page 4 on this website: http://www.native-languages.org/wrongnames.htm and yes, U RULE, U always have and always will. Bye-Bye 4 right now.
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Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
SURREAL EQUALS MOUNTAINPEN
Surreal equals Mountainpen
Still Watergate day/at night, half past 9
The Epitome of Millionth Council Harassment, and
Persecution, the Internet Version, not the 1988/9
Audio-taped copyright office versions.
START:
The reason I know the surreal situation that I am in is 2-fold, first I am in it, and secondly, no one wishes 2 listen nor to believe my horrible plight. Even when the proof is staring everyone right in the face, the Phillies have lost a million straight games now or so 2 me it seems, the Dow Jones is up every day without exception, racing to the very stars of the sky. Everyone everywhere is living a normal life, by my comparison standards and relative ness anyway, and I have become the bum on the street in his stinky box 2B passed over and ignored and occasionally spat upon and cursed. Yet I have told the world a true story. No one wants 2 try and challenge its veracity in any legitimate manner and what it boils totally down to is that the Millionth Council has used its ultimate weapon against me, ETTOS, 2 accomplish their powerful lofty demonic diseased twisted sick goal. Again this stands 4 Electromagnetic Thought Transmission and Omission System. Not the old and feeble only, and U all know it, any age, have U ever walked into a room and totally had plucked away from U the very reason that U entered this room 2 start with, just 2 return 2 where U were and boom, it was knocked right back at U, mockingly? U know damn right well, or most of U , had this happen and on more than one freaking occasion. They control everyone’s thoughts and it was OK until we willingly accepted their invasion into our mortal worlds when we opened the door as a world society, of ELECTRONICS. Not one electrical engineer under truth serum can testify that they or any human knows exactly what all this is nor exactly how this works, NOT A ONE OFEM. On the other hand, I know exactly what is happening, and this makes me extremely dangerous, if that is, I was ever 2B permitted 2 have any large legitimate following and audience. How long can this ALEE-RUN GO ON???????? What if I told U weeks and months, and yes YEARS? Would U laugh, go ahead then laugh the truck at me, because the Dow Jones Inpusstrial Average will B 20,000 points B4 the end of the year, and 30,000 points B4 the end of this decade. I am telling U that I am there, screaming out, TOLD U, TOLD U!!!!!!!!! This is the epitome of surreal, and so is waking up in a different world than the one that U left, and books like Coral Castaneda’s great and fantastic dream books R very real and very freaking deadly and dangerous. I am very sorry, but I am going 2 have 2 say some things that people R not gonna like one whittle iota, B4 this whittle bwog terminates mister Fwud. I have a cassette tape of a man named Scott Ransom, a licensed New Jersey Realtor, who admitted 2 me as he never would have thought that I had a hidden recorder in the car underneath the seat, and he told me that, “very powerful people R disgruntled with U, Mountainpen”. But I have more detailed confessions, but what if they R not people yet born, and what if it violates laws in the system that built all of this puke? Do U think they’ll honestly give me one chance in hot holy hell of using it in any legal proceeding? I will not lie tonight about a thing, I never lie, but I try 2 soften blows and not B as totally testy and verbally abusive as I have been known 2 get. First, I am disappointed in my queen, twice U have really hurt me, first in the 70’s and then in the now. I am not going 2 school, and U can kill me tonight 4 all I care. I refuse 2 obey. I am running far away and I am never coming back, just try and stop me.
Phillies were wiped out because the MC hit the cable system tonight, hard. Now 4 my revenge. A little more info out 2 the world. Beat me up tonight if U want 2, that is your choice, but I am telling a bit of the sealed ups. The sixth dimension is way 2 huge 2 ever really discuss intelligential, even a hall filled with top think tank scientists. A machine exists somewhere in D-6 that just made Joe T. Blow cough. A machine exists somewhere in D-6 that just made me itch my asshole. A machine exists somewhere in D-6 that decided once 2 put me through this hell starting on the mourning sadness of August 15th in 1986, in Raspberry TPB Valley, NJUSAESMWG. When U break down the 4 ‘stuffs’ that is all of human-type biology, it is made up of perfect tiny machines, all interacting together as cosmic numbers that R endlessly attempting 2 solve the machine in the D-6’s equation. In the 60’s, I never did. But the majority of kids experimented with acid or 25 or LSD, Doctor Hoffman’s accidental invention, and not the lady from Curtis and Rohr and Costello’s Dark Shadows. I do not need LSD to go on trips, I never did, that is YI was such a square and never messed with drugs. If I can all ready fly, Y then would I ever throw money away on a plane? It honestly is as simple Mister Henningson from Colorado, as this, it just doesn’t go below this kin Edgartown level, kind sir. My unconscious mind on astral realms is creating a horror movie that is starring Michael Wayne Mountainpen. This show runs from early December of 1954 through the middle of June in 2031. At this point, the show is curtains. There R2 people on this planet that can erase the machinery of this in a puff without breaking a sweat, both have the hard K sound as does Krassle, and yet one has its interchanging letter. One owns a powerful group known Earthly by 6 billion souls as a religious order, while the other is only dimly aware that she is so great that she could wink and the world would go shooting out of the solar system should that b her desire. I know this, and I know what I know, and here is what all the Akoslem Bankers and Jack McCoy’s can do with their dander and whether I get it up or not, “$&*#@*Y^$&$&#&&)*@%#!@bleep bleep bloop beep ding!!!!!!!!
The war on Earth is for an energy that any human can feel with every emotion they have in their being. U all know this, the 3 ways we all can basically feel at every instant of illusory forward-moving-time. U can believe all that U want, all of U, that we R fighting 4 the best business deals and lowest interest rights, 4 our cars and homes and lands and possessions, 4 our men and our women and our families, and I am telling U that all of this is proven 2B nothing more than waves and particles and the energy of the struggle is the reason 4 its existence, and it is 2 endlessly divert and distract any part of our minds from ever consciously dwelling on the reality that we simply exist and thereby no oblivion/NIRVAVA is ever attainable and reachable!!!!!! This is Y games came to the Romans from THEIR GODS, and we still have them and more than ever, while the BRIGGBASE owners of our entertainment world rapidly is spinning us all out of control and forever into their sick and lost twisted domain of HELL.
END.
Still Watergate day/at night, half past 9
The Epitome of Millionth Council Harassment, and
Persecution, the Internet Version, not the 1988/9
Audio-taped copyright office versions.
START:
The reason I know the surreal situation that I am in is 2-fold, first I am in it, and secondly, no one wishes 2 listen nor to believe my horrible plight. Even when the proof is staring everyone right in the face, the Phillies have lost a million straight games now or so 2 me it seems, the Dow Jones is up every day without exception, racing to the very stars of the sky. Everyone everywhere is living a normal life, by my comparison standards and relative ness anyway, and I have become the bum on the street in his stinky box 2B passed over and ignored and occasionally spat upon and cursed. Yet I have told the world a true story. No one wants 2 try and challenge its veracity in any legitimate manner and what it boils totally down to is that the Millionth Council has used its ultimate weapon against me, ETTOS, 2 accomplish their powerful lofty demonic diseased twisted sick goal. Again this stands 4 Electromagnetic Thought Transmission and Omission System. Not the old and feeble only, and U all know it, any age, have U ever walked into a room and totally had plucked away from U the very reason that U entered this room 2 start with, just 2 return 2 where U were and boom, it was knocked right back at U, mockingly? U know damn right well, or most of U , had this happen and on more than one freaking occasion. They control everyone’s thoughts and it was OK until we willingly accepted their invasion into our mortal worlds when we opened the door as a world society, of ELECTRONICS. Not one electrical engineer under truth serum can testify that they or any human knows exactly what all this is nor exactly how this works, NOT A ONE OFEM. On the other hand, I know exactly what is happening, and this makes me extremely dangerous, if that is, I was ever 2B permitted 2 have any large legitimate following and audience. How long can this ALEE-RUN GO ON???????? What if I told U weeks and months, and yes YEARS? Would U laugh, go ahead then laugh the truck at me, because the Dow Jones Inpusstrial Average will B 20,000 points B4 the end of the year, and 30,000 points B4 the end of this decade. I am telling U that I am there, screaming out, TOLD U, TOLD U!!!!!!!!! This is the epitome of surreal, and so is waking up in a different world than the one that U left, and books like Coral Castaneda’s great and fantastic dream books R very real and very freaking deadly and dangerous. I am very sorry, but I am going 2 have 2 say some things that people R not gonna like one whittle iota, B4 this whittle bwog terminates mister Fwud. I have a cassette tape of a man named Scott Ransom, a licensed New Jersey Realtor, who admitted 2 me as he never would have thought that I had a hidden recorder in the car underneath the seat, and he told me that, “very powerful people R disgruntled with U, Mountainpen”. But I have more detailed confessions, but what if they R not people yet born, and what if it violates laws in the system that built all of this puke? Do U think they’ll honestly give me one chance in hot holy hell of using it in any legal proceeding? I will not lie tonight about a thing, I never lie, but I try 2 soften blows and not B as totally testy and verbally abusive as I have been known 2 get. First, I am disappointed in my queen, twice U have really hurt me, first in the 70’s and then in the now. I am not going 2 school, and U can kill me tonight 4 all I care. I refuse 2 obey. I am running far away and I am never coming back, just try and stop me.
Phillies were wiped out because the MC hit the cable system tonight, hard. Now 4 my revenge. A little more info out 2 the world. Beat me up tonight if U want 2, that is your choice, but I am telling a bit of the sealed ups. The sixth dimension is way 2 huge 2 ever really discuss intelligential, even a hall filled with top think tank scientists. A machine exists somewhere in D-6 that just made Joe T. Blow cough. A machine exists somewhere in D-6 that just made me itch my asshole. A machine exists somewhere in D-6 that decided once 2 put me through this hell starting on the mourning sadness of August 15th in 1986, in Raspberry TPB Valley, NJUSAESMWG. When U break down the 4 ‘stuffs’ that is all of human-type biology, it is made up of perfect tiny machines, all interacting together as cosmic numbers that R endlessly attempting 2 solve the machine in the D-6’s equation. In the 60’s, I never did. But the majority of kids experimented with acid or 25 or LSD, Doctor Hoffman’s accidental invention, and not the lady from Curtis and Rohr and Costello’s Dark Shadows. I do not need LSD to go on trips, I never did, that is YI was such a square and never messed with drugs. If I can all ready fly, Y then would I ever throw money away on a plane? It honestly is as simple Mister Henningson from Colorado, as this, it just doesn’t go below this kin Edgartown level, kind sir. My unconscious mind on astral realms is creating a horror movie that is starring Michael Wayne Mountainpen. This show runs from early December of 1954 through the middle of June in 2031. At this point, the show is curtains. There R2 people on this planet that can erase the machinery of this in a puff without breaking a sweat, both have the hard K sound as does Krassle, and yet one has its interchanging letter. One owns a powerful group known Earthly by 6 billion souls as a religious order, while the other is only dimly aware that she is so great that she could wink and the world would go shooting out of the solar system should that b her desire. I know this, and I know what I know, and here is what all the Akoslem Bankers and Jack McCoy’s can do with their dander and whether I get it up or not, “$&*#@*Y^$&$&#&&)*@%#!@bleep bleep bloop beep ding!!!!!!!!
The war on Earth is for an energy that any human can feel with every emotion they have in their being. U all know this, the 3 ways we all can basically feel at every instant of illusory forward-moving-time. U can believe all that U want, all of U, that we R fighting 4 the best business deals and lowest interest rights, 4 our cars and homes and lands and possessions, 4 our men and our women and our families, and I am telling U that all of this is proven 2B nothing more than waves and particles and the energy of the struggle is the reason 4 its existence, and it is 2 endlessly divert and distract any part of our minds from ever consciously dwelling on the reality that we simply exist and thereby no oblivion/NIRVAVA is ever attainable and reachable!!!!!! This is Y games came to the Romans from THEIR GODS, and we still have them and more than ever, while the BRIGGBASE owners of our entertainment world rapidly is spinning us all out of control and forever into their sick and lost twisted domain of HELL.
END.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, super-siege
Wednesday-Thursday-Friday-SUPER-SIEGE-------datfile 052380 with year-invert.
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION of MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN’S COPPYRIGHTED BLOG. All blogs with this author’s name R the intellectual property and Copyright Claimant, in cooperation with the laws of the internet and co-shared copyright protections afforded to search engines and blogging websites.
Well fiends and friends, 4 three straight days now, I’ve been put through trucking major total super nightmare HELL. Tonight, this Helliday-Holiday weekend start, AS USUAL, is going right on freaking normal cue 4 me, all HELLIDAY/holidays R putrid 4 me, the evil wicked demonic MILLIONTH COUNCIL makes them super time bad 4 poor pathetic whittle me. After I left Ann Silva’s pad, chem trailing had just begun, and is very nasty all around the area of Cranberryville, NJUSAESMWG known by most simply as good-ol’, the chopper has all ready passed a few whirls while still at Ann’s, playing roulette with Hoyle poker chips, and teaching her opposite-shooter-roulette-play. Last night a startling event pucking occurred. A system that was averaging me around 40 units weekly 4 at least 15 weeks or so, crashed and runt slapping burned, losing me more than 400 flock ducking units between twelve minutes past 7 and 10 or just past at night. Starting 2 play the game at 7:12 was a very bad thing, but whatever caused this major system failure 2 occur, is a magnetic reality pertaining to the personal energies surrounding me verses the combined total energies of the universe both in my near as well as distant proximities. It amazed me that the evil MO or [MILITUFORCE-OTAMMITES] or the Earthly “bidding-doers” of the powerful MILLIONTH COUNCIL, upon putting me through such hell, and all else being wrong, and especially my greatest system crashing out on me, how the evil empire as I refer 2 them, only realized a SPLITPIRE yesterday with the Dow Jones up only a quarter buck, less than 25 points, and the Phillies managing to eek out a nice slim win. When one of the two events goes the Evil Empire’s way and the other one, in either direction, goes the Righteous Empire’s way for my way, this is what I have termed 4 nearly 2 decades now, a split-empire that shortens out in my Poor Richard/Russell book as SPLITPIRE. It has come 2 my attention, and details of this R strictly my own business, that a small few that wish 2 remain totally anonymous, and this is just fine with me, here on this MW, or what some call ‘our world’ or ‘this planet‘, have it any way U want, U know, the Shakespeare thing, the rose, any name, etc., but Aniwho HM and any others, some of this world’s entities or human beings, R starting 2 realize that literally trillions or more layers that R cosmically onion thin that make up every single one of everyone’s unique and individual thoughts, actually not only exist and in separate fields of energy, but that their complexities R so enormous that I could blog 4 centuries and never explain the story in a full and properly detailed elucidation. All of U everywhere, on thousands of separate layers of your thinking processes, know that virtually all the things claimed 2B true in all of my web-logging texts, by me, R in fact the total realities and truths of Y we all R here and where we all came from and R going, and the entire 27 feet, including who we R, who ‘they’ R, what is infinity, where do things end and begin, who and what is this GOD thing, and on and on. It happens at many various speeds, never ever quite the same, but just the reality of losing and regaining consciousness from the dreamshift never happens in the precise order of these numerous onion layer parts to the thought-world so 2 speak, 4I cannot really describe this better than 2 use that term. Words such as THOUGHT-WORLD and DREAM-WORLD, R indeed an extremely tricky wordage. For instance, the term “dream world” is used in esoteric literature such as many dream books, and paranormal text and literature as well, with no shortage. However, many dream books tell a symbolic ness that 4 example if U dreamt U were getting married, it means U will B attending a funeral, at least an old 60’s dream book made this claim that I still have a copy of tucked away somewhere. Hell, maybe the authors parents were miserable together and HE made this association, who am I judge him or tell U anything. I speak of things that I know/. I do indeed know what I know, and if I am unsure of a fact, I will do one of two things, shut up completely about it until I conduct more research and meditation about it., or simply give my limited opinions and admit that I am not totally sure of all of my facts pertaining 2 such and such an issue, there is no 3rd way that I do business, this is my candy store Nora, and this is indeed how I run it, cutie-pie. At this present time we will not even get into Mr. Hawks and his antique shop in Collinsport, MEUSAESMWG, Mr. Blair, nor Sarah’s great shop on Tennessee Avenue in good-ol’ Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. Let me just remain with the topic if I may regarding all of the layers in the unfathomably deep box of the mind and remind the few that have an earnest desire 2 learn and know and share truths, that I mean the box containing each thought, not the combined total of all of them. Some out there among me, do know that my mission of what I will now term and name {TWO AND TWO}, for the basic 2 years of blogging and then the following 2 months of not blogging B4 returning once again 2 blogging. They have studied the secret details 2 all of this, and know that my life indeed does contain mysteries with cosmic proportions, with no intention at all by this blog’s author at any time ever to speak in a braggadocio way, as again and in reiteration, bragging about existing in a never-ending HELL, would B the quintessential evidence of true absolute insanity. I do not wish to B interacting here in this hellish interaction 4 one single minper freaking longer, I am not a pain-enjoyer. I am sane. But back again onto the point, pweeeeeze!!!! Up front, no one believes in my far out stuff, especially when I tell U that I can totally and rationally prove with real life evidence that the Entertainment World or the Astral World Briggbase, the BRIGGERS 4 a shortened slang cult name that is used in their secret Earthly click, is literally and actually totally behind a plot 2 follow me around and use my physical mortal world life, and then to copy and paste it into their ‘programs’ and use this 2 make a total fortune and persecute me in a sort of a double bubble, as they first R indeed there around me moving into neighborhoods where I reside and getting employed in locations where I must work 4 a meager living. First 2 make the show real good, Mister TRUEMAN, the creators or the Brigger Cult must stage the wild events first while seeing this here in a mortal MW world order in the space-time continuum [STC]. I am under a major computer hack, and if it is U Pervy Ed, U can stop it, or go to jail, I am not kidding around with U ya damn slob, I will make one phone call 2 your parole officer, and U and your computer R right off 2 the freaking can pal. Knock it freaking off, JAG OFFICER. If it is the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, they will B very freaking sorry as well. Last night after their days of severe aerial persecution, I activated my MASOMA and U will C natural disasters and other stuff out your damn butts. U think U own this pwanet I think it was an Ed Him prick Cana attack, it was the margin messing again, making half of the right side document print disappear off of the damn page, U’ll B freaking sorry when super twisters rip through your grass hole. Ann and myself R convinced he is doing this, and if he is not, it better stop or he better let Ann know by telephone that it is not him, I will take him at his word, but do not ask me Y. I do not wanna put the fat prick into prison, but I have put several dudes in the past into the can, don’t mess with me!!!!!!!!
HURRICANES WILL SHOW LITTLE MERCY THIS SEASON BRO, AS WILL ALL STORMS, VOLCANOES AND TIDAL WAVES AND EARTHQUAKES, FLOODS, FAMINES, DROUGHTS, AND WILDFIRES, AND NO ONE CAN PROVE THAT MY SUPERNATURASL TECHNOPLOGIES R BEHIND DIDDLEY-AQUAT. If U want the stuff 2 tone down, I ask so damn little, LEAVE ME THE TRUCKING KIT ALONE YA LICK IN THE MOUTH KIT HEADS. WHO THE HECK DO U GRASS MOLES THINK UR picking on an innocent citizen who has never done spit-up-juice 2 any of U. I have been looking 2 find the great lady who was instrumental in locating the remains of my old classmate in the 5th and 7th and 8th grade in school, at the James Stoy Grammar and the Haddon Township High schools both in Haddon Township, New Jersey, United States of America, planet named Earth, in the Sol star system of the Milky Way Galaxy, or HTNJUSAESMWG. The entire time I was trying to locate her, and I will B e-mailing her soon, she was right under my nose, where I met my pal at the Caldor Department Store, in Woodbury Heights, NJUSAESMWG. Her last name is the last name of the neighbors I had while living in Atco, NJUSAESMWG when Mom and I rented together the Pliner home on Norris Avenue, a mile down the road from where Sally Starr was soon 2B living, and that I was 2 meet and become great friends with, all through meeting my business partner Paul Pedersen, and creating the STUDIO PAEK RECORD COMPANY. All of this was know about and predicted nearly a full half-decade B4, and discussed in my copyrighted book called ‘THE PERMISSION BARRIER’. Quickly back 2 thoughts, many R starting now on varying levels, 2 realize that my wild claims, weird and far out and outlandish as they indeed appear 2 sound, R not something 2 totally sneeze at. Much more on these thoughts or energy-waves of the 6th dimension at another time. First, a webcam private set up is gonna B installed so these hacks can B indeed proven and totally verified and said evidence can and will B taken to the FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION 4 REVIEW. I HAVE CIVIL RIGHTS. I HAVE HUMAN RIGHTS. I HAVE CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS. VIOALTE THEM AND SUFFER THE LEGAL FREAKING CONSEQUENCES, MILLIONTH COUNCIL, ASTRAL, AND HUMAN BID-DOERS!!!
Next week, Ann and I will begin our roulette OS method at the Jersey Casinos. Also I am sending my letter off to the AMERICAN CIVILK LIBERTIES UNION, AND along with the letter, a ton of audio and video tapes, documents, witness signed statements, the entire freaking ball of wax. U will B all very freaking sorry.
Things 2 Google up:” Millionth Council” “chem trails” “fascitar”
Sites 2 visit, or stay uninformed and dumb:
www.morianity-foundation.com/
http://drunkenhive.blogspot.com/ My computer just goes right to the link and forms a hand when the mouse is pointed at these sites. If the sites do not allow this that I am blogging on, add 2 favorites or highlight and click, or cut and paste it into any place where a screen on another browser lets U do this, it works 4 me and I have a cheap little computer. B4 it really is 2 late, some one with clout better start taking this seriously. U can flag out my blogs if U wish but this is a strong warning, not a threat, just that I know what none of U do on a very surface and conscious thought layer and level. Right now the MC is happy 2 pour out all this rotten crap on me, and basically me only 4 the most part. This will change the very second that I figure out how 2 die. This means 2 die and remain dead. If U understood a technology called LAZARTRACE then U would know that I am speaking only the strongest greatest truths 3 all of humanity.
GOOGLE AND SATELLITE WORLD INTERCONNECT SYSTEM AND KS-WORLD LABORATORIES in the future, I know UR there, all of U, and this is a legal document, sworn truths under libel and perjury pains and penalties, my claims R that is is all total truth, and that not one omission nor one addition 2 these truths exists in these blog texts.
END TRANSMISSION.
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION of MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN’S COPPYRIGHTED BLOG. All blogs with this author’s name R the intellectual property and Copyright Claimant, in cooperation with the laws of the internet and co-shared copyright protections afforded to search engines and blogging websites.
Well fiends and friends, 4 three straight days now, I’ve been put through trucking major total super nightmare HELL. Tonight, this Helliday-Holiday weekend start, AS USUAL, is going right on freaking normal cue 4 me, all HELLIDAY/holidays R putrid 4 me, the evil wicked demonic MILLIONTH COUNCIL makes them super time bad 4 poor pathetic whittle me. After I left Ann Silva’s pad, chem trailing had just begun, and is very nasty all around the area of Cranberryville, NJUSAESMWG known by most simply as good-ol’, the chopper has all ready passed a few whirls while still at Ann’s, playing roulette with Hoyle poker chips, and teaching her opposite-shooter-roulette-play. Last night a startling event pucking occurred. A system that was averaging me around 40 units weekly 4 at least 15 weeks or so, crashed and runt slapping burned, losing me more than 400 flock ducking units between twelve minutes past 7 and 10 or just past at night. Starting 2 play the game at 7:12 was a very bad thing, but whatever caused this major system failure 2 occur, is a magnetic reality pertaining to the personal energies surrounding me verses the combined total energies of the universe both in my near as well as distant proximities. It amazed me that the evil MO or [MILITUFORCE-OTAMMITES] or the Earthly “bidding-doers” of the powerful MILLIONTH COUNCIL, upon putting me through such hell, and all else being wrong, and especially my greatest system crashing out on me, how the evil empire as I refer 2 them, only realized a SPLITPIRE yesterday with the Dow Jones up only a quarter buck, less than 25 points, and the Phillies managing to eek out a nice slim win. When one of the two events goes the Evil Empire’s way and the other one, in either direction, goes the Righteous Empire’s way for my way, this is what I have termed 4 nearly 2 decades now, a split-empire that shortens out in my Poor Richard/Russell book as SPLITPIRE. It has come 2 my attention, and details of this R strictly my own business, that a small few that wish 2 remain totally anonymous, and this is just fine with me, here on this MW, or what some call ‘our world’ or ‘this planet‘, have it any way U want, U know, the Shakespeare thing, the rose, any name, etc., but Aniwho HM and any others, some of this world’s entities or human beings, R starting 2 realize that literally trillions or more layers that R cosmically onion thin that make up every single one of everyone’s unique and individual thoughts, actually not only exist and in separate fields of energy, but that their complexities R so enormous that I could blog 4 centuries and never explain the story in a full and properly detailed elucidation. All of U everywhere, on thousands of separate layers of your thinking processes, know that virtually all the things claimed 2B true in all of my web-logging texts, by me, R in fact the total realities and truths of Y we all R here and where we all came from and R going, and the entire 27 feet, including who we R, who ‘they’ R, what is infinity, where do things end and begin, who and what is this GOD thing, and on and on. It happens at many various speeds, never ever quite the same, but just the reality of losing and regaining consciousness from the dreamshift never happens in the precise order of these numerous onion layer parts to the thought-world so 2 speak, 4I cannot really describe this better than 2 use that term. Words such as THOUGHT-WORLD and DREAM-WORLD, R indeed an extremely tricky wordage. For instance, the term “dream world” is used in esoteric literature such as many dream books, and paranormal text and literature as well, with no shortage. However, many dream books tell a symbolic ness that 4 example if U dreamt U were getting married, it means U will B attending a funeral, at least an old 60’s dream book made this claim that I still have a copy of tucked away somewhere. Hell, maybe the authors parents were miserable together and HE made this association, who am I judge him or tell U anything. I speak of things that I know/. I do indeed know what I know, and if I am unsure of a fact, I will do one of two things, shut up completely about it until I conduct more research and meditation about it., or simply give my limited opinions and admit that I am not totally sure of all of my facts pertaining 2 such and such an issue, there is no 3rd way that I do business, this is my candy store Nora, and this is indeed how I run it, cutie-pie. At this present time we will not even get into Mr. Hawks and his antique shop in Collinsport, MEUSAESMWG, Mr. Blair, nor Sarah’s great shop on Tennessee Avenue in good-ol’ Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. Let me just remain with the topic if I may regarding all of the layers in the unfathomably deep box of the mind and remind the few that have an earnest desire 2 learn and know and share truths, that I mean the box containing each thought, not the combined total of all of them. Some out there among me, do know that my mission of what I will now term and name {TWO AND TWO}, for the basic 2 years of blogging and then the following 2 months of not blogging B4 returning once again 2 blogging. They have studied the secret details 2 all of this, and know that my life indeed does contain mysteries with cosmic proportions, with no intention at all by this blog’s author at any time ever to speak in a braggadocio way, as again and in reiteration, bragging about existing in a never-ending HELL, would B the quintessential evidence of true absolute insanity. I do not wish to B interacting here in this hellish interaction 4 one single minper freaking longer, I am not a pain-enjoyer. I am sane. But back again onto the point, pweeeeeze!!!! Up front, no one believes in my far out stuff, especially when I tell U that I can totally and rationally prove with real life evidence that the Entertainment World or the Astral World Briggbase, the BRIGGERS 4 a shortened slang cult name that is used in their secret Earthly click, is literally and actually totally behind a plot 2 follow me around and use my physical mortal world life, and then to copy and paste it into their ‘programs’ and use this 2 make a total fortune and persecute me in a sort of a double bubble, as they first R indeed there around me moving into neighborhoods where I reside and getting employed in locations where I must work 4 a meager living. First 2 make the show real good, Mister TRUEMAN, the creators or the Brigger Cult must stage the wild events first while seeing this here in a mortal MW world order in the space-time continuum [STC]. I am under a major computer hack, and if it is U Pervy Ed, U can stop it, or go to jail, I am not kidding around with U ya damn slob, I will make one phone call 2 your parole officer, and U and your computer R right off 2 the freaking can pal. Knock it freaking off, JAG OFFICER. If it is the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, they will B very freaking sorry as well. Last night after their days of severe aerial persecution, I activated my MASOMA and U will C natural disasters and other stuff out your damn butts. U think U own this pwanet I think it was an Ed Him prick Cana attack, it was the margin messing again, making half of the right side document print disappear off of the damn page, U’ll B freaking sorry when super twisters rip through your grass hole. Ann and myself R convinced he is doing this, and if he is not, it better stop or he better let Ann know by telephone that it is not him, I will take him at his word, but do not ask me Y. I do not wanna put the fat prick into prison, but I have put several dudes in the past into the can, don’t mess with me!!!!!!!!
HURRICANES WILL SHOW LITTLE MERCY THIS SEASON BRO, AS WILL ALL STORMS, VOLCANOES AND TIDAL WAVES AND EARTHQUAKES, FLOODS, FAMINES, DROUGHTS, AND WILDFIRES, AND NO ONE CAN PROVE THAT MY SUPERNATURASL TECHNOPLOGIES R BEHIND DIDDLEY-AQUAT. If U want the stuff 2 tone down, I ask so damn little, LEAVE ME THE TRUCKING KIT ALONE YA LICK IN THE MOUTH KIT HEADS. WHO THE HECK DO U GRASS MOLES THINK UR picking on an innocent citizen who has never done spit-up-juice 2 any of U. I have been looking 2 find the great lady who was instrumental in locating the remains of my old classmate in the 5th and 7th and 8th grade in school, at the James Stoy Grammar and the Haddon Township High schools both in Haddon Township, New Jersey, United States of America, planet named Earth, in the Sol star system of the Milky Way Galaxy, or HTNJUSAESMWG. The entire time I was trying to locate her, and I will B e-mailing her soon, she was right under my nose, where I met my pal at the Caldor Department Store, in Woodbury Heights, NJUSAESMWG. Her last name is the last name of the neighbors I had while living in Atco, NJUSAESMWG when Mom and I rented together the Pliner home on Norris Avenue, a mile down the road from where Sally Starr was soon 2B living, and that I was 2 meet and become great friends with, all through meeting my business partner Paul Pedersen, and creating the STUDIO PAEK RECORD COMPANY. All of this was know about and predicted nearly a full half-decade B4, and discussed in my copyrighted book called ‘THE PERMISSION BARRIER’. Quickly back 2 thoughts, many R starting now on varying levels, 2 realize that my wild claims, weird and far out and outlandish as they indeed appear 2 sound, R not something 2 totally sneeze at. Much more on these thoughts or energy-waves of the 6th dimension at another time. First, a webcam private set up is gonna B installed so these hacks can B indeed proven and totally verified and said evidence can and will B taken to the FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION 4 REVIEW. I HAVE CIVIL RIGHTS. I HAVE HUMAN RIGHTS. I HAVE CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS. VIOALTE THEM AND SUFFER THE LEGAL FREAKING CONSEQUENCES, MILLIONTH COUNCIL, ASTRAL, AND HUMAN BID-DOERS!!!
Next week, Ann and I will begin our roulette OS method at the Jersey Casinos. Also I am sending my letter off to the AMERICAN CIVILK LIBERTIES UNION, AND along with the letter, a ton of audio and video tapes, documents, witness signed statements, the entire freaking ball of wax. U will B all very freaking sorry.
Things 2 Google up:” Millionth Council” “chem trails” “fascitar”
Sites 2 visit, or stay uninformed and dumb:
www.morianity-foundation.com/
http://drunkenhive.blogspot.com/ My computer just goes right to the link and forms a hand when the mouse is pointed at these sites. If the sites do not allow this that I am blogging on, add 2 favorites or highlight and click, or cut and paste it into any place where a screen on another browser lets U do this, it works 4 me and I have a cheap little computer. B4 it really is 2 late, some one with clout better start taking this seriously. U can flag out my blogs if U wish but this is a strong warning, not a threat, just that I know what none of U do on a very surface and conscious thought layer and level. Right now the MC is happy 2 pour out all this rotten crap on me, and basically me only 4 the most part. This will change the very second that I figure out how 2 die. This means 2 die and remain dead. If U understood a technology called LAZARTRACE then U would know that I am speaking only the strongest greatest truths 3 all of humanity.
GOOGLE AND SATELLITE WORLD INTERCONNECT SYSTEM AND KS-WORLD LABORATORIES in the future, I know UR there, all of U, and this is a legal document, sworn truths under libel and perjury pains and penalties, my claims R that is is all total truth, and that not one omission nor one addition 2 these truths exists in these blog texts.
END TRANSMISSION.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Well ladies and lads, I went 2 drive 2 the State Farm Insurance Office this morning in Egg Harbor Township, New Jersey, United States of America, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, [NKUSAESMWG], and Kafreakingassbang boomzam Adam West/Batman, the sky siege opened up all around me as though I am the most important person on this fucking planet. The chem- trailing was bad, and a plane that was small and private or small corporate, the CIA and NSA and black file covert operations parts of this federal government use them in their forever ongoing of persecution and harassment of its many innocent citizens. Trails formed all around me and right over me, grid by grid just as it always happens, SOSO, [same-old-same-old]. They 4 whatever reason fuck with me every time I change addresses, automobiles, jobs, even freaking car-insurance 4 crissake!!!
Message to mister Himacane: After the attack at work or on the way into my swing around Sunday shift with the freaking car radio, my one of numerous [OH-GOD-JOHN-DENVER] mc-Attacks, I must realize in fairness 2U, that unless I can prove that it is U doing this, U will nor have 2 worry about my going 2 your probie. U will never convince Ann nor me that U have not bad mouthed Ann and got her barred from the property during a period where I need her 2 finish up cleaning out my residence and fully B in compliance with state inspectors and Queen Jennysleaze. U keep making trouble 4 me and messing with me online, and let me find proof, and there is always a trip-up, so don’t fucking get 2 dern smug paly, but when we prove enough 2 ourselves that UR doing this, we can have U anytime we want U, legally, right back in the can, unless U permanently ditch your computer, and not a Mickey-Haddonwood DITCH, when he wanted to know from me where I ditched the damn puller I was using ad it came out all Anita-hacked up and messed with. I was not using a puller, just thinking FORWARD AND FASTER, OVER AND OVER. Sp ditch it BRA-green BYE-BYE or else stop messing with me. I had a very good reason 4 ending our ‘thing’. First, U insisted on this great buddy thing, I always said that U were a dude I met at the library, and told Queen Jenny precisely this as well. U made it into more than that. I am a private hermit kind of a person, I do not want friends, just wanna B freaking left the sugar alone.
Well, maybe telling TRS’s and things in general that I factually know that the MC does not want said and told, did not stop their attacks, it is obvious that nothing ever will except my major escape from this fucking awful place and condition that I find myself trapped in 4 killing my brother a very long time ago. Still and all, they lawtronically R pre=-set to 4-ever fudge with me, so I will pre freaking set myself 2 forever make them miserable right back by telling-telling and telling and rat-tat-tattle tailing Mr. Ratatouille. If U think 4 a single minper these things, any of them, R getting by me, think the pigslop again bwaby-wuv, so here is a nice whittle doozie 2 go out online 4 2-day, HA-HA!!!!! Thursday is a day that has a 1 in 7 chance to fall on given month number calendrical days, as R naturally, any of the 7 days of the week, but the all mighty makes a huge deal out of days such as 6 days to create the world, the 7th one where she rested from her labors, as well as the 12 tribes that became the original population of the Earth, not counting the pre-Adam Nodian experiment, this movie is a huge rip off, as 10-25 years ago I was always talking about the land of biblical nod, now in the movies with their clever {R} added in to change it enough, but I always talked on my bugged up telephones about NODIA, and the NODIANS, and have witnesses that I did, again many years B4 any of this Nardia stuff by the BRIGGER CULT, the phase 4 club, controlled and owned totally by the great MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Back to MAGIC THURSDAY, it was a Thursday that I moved into the great 1802 Robin Hill APARTYMENYTS BACK ON May 1 of 1980. Invert the 1980 as well as the apartment number of 1802, in the middle 2 digits of the apartment number and the final 2 digits in the year, and we get, if we put our century-past number in front of it, or [20], and we get our year 2008. My birthday on the 4th of December that year when I humanly in this set of dream-down-illusions turned age 26, and let me add that the print disgustingly made the word I typed a second back “SET”, and changed the S to a W. Filthy minds inside this 6th dimensional reality, Aniwho HM and others, my birthday on that GREAT YEAR fell on Thursday as well. The Millionth Council Leviathan snakes on the box in the DARK SHADOWS show, how many names were on it. But 4. Calendars begin on Sunday, but the All Mighty Sarah-Stacey Jehovah’s calendars begin on Monday, the way I read geneses in Her GREAT WORD, the HOLY BIBLE, U know, the beginning and the end of each thing that she created was on the first day, or the 2nd or 3rd day and so forth, but on the 7th day she rested. Lightning in her human form was born in 1944 on this most holy of the 7 days of our calendar’s week, SUNDAY. MC hacked this part of my document real good, I have been attempting 2 correct all the absurd fuck ups. This MC goes beyond KEYSTROKE WORM HACKERS, it is far above known technology, and the radio station in Florida that hosted a show about the BERMUDA TRIANGLE, and got totally hacked, long B4 computer hackers existed, they can tell U all that this stuff is totally true and freaking real. Mariah who sent me her 2 letters in the dream along with the Publishers Clearinghouse, was born on a Thursday. She returned 2 me through Sharon at Hilton Beach in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, 28 years later on the first day of August in 1998. Black and even, well, Sharon was white and very tall and slender, and I tried 2 get even with the forces 4 all they were doing 2 me, convinced she was my enemy and ran away from her and her blond friend just as fast as I could, the old black and even roulette number 28 strikes like DZA again. The last time I saw Sarah was around 10 at night on July the 12th of 1970 was a Saturday night, all right Elton John? Aniwho, the day I was born was a Saturday around 9:30 in the snowy morning in a Bryn Mawr hospital room, in Pennsylvania, USAESMWG. And both July 12 of 1997 and the precious December 7, 1996, were on Friday, the 5th day of Goddess SSJKK. MC and the LEVIATHANS R part of her 4th day, the great Thursday. Why is Thursday and Friday and Saturday such a thing that I am making out of this now, U may B wondering. These R days #4 and 5 and 6, by genesis biblical accounts of our great god of the bible, JEHOV-AH/LORD or SAR/AH. So what is 4+5+6? The number 15, the age that SSJKK, humanly in 1970, and myself, were on this 12th late night in July.
Google and Swis, and Roman VI. This is all co-owned and co-copyrighted by MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN/MARK MOHR ON THIS BLOGGING DATE, the 13th of May, AD2008 years Earth Gregorian Calendar System. All these words are total truths, and no omissions nor additions 2 these truths have been printed in this document. End Transmission.
Message to mister Himacane: After the attack at work or on the way into my swing around Sunday shift with the freaking car radio, my one of numerous [OH-GOD-JOHN-DENVER] mc-Attacks, I must realize in fairness 2U, that unless I can prove that it is U doing this, U will nor have 2 worry about my going 2 your probie. U will never convince Ann nor me that U have not bad mouthed Ann and got her barred from the property during a period where I need her 2 finish up cleaning out my residence and fully B in compliance with state inspectors and Queen Jennysleaze. U keep making trouble 4 me and messing with me online, and let me find proof, and there is always a trip-up, so don’t fucking get 2 dern smug paly, but when we prove enough 2 ourselves that UR doing this, we can have U anytime we want U, legally, right back in the can, unless U permanently ditch your computer, and not a Mickey-Haddonwood DITCH, when he wanted to know from me where I ditched the damn puller I was using ad it came out all Anita-hacked up and messed with. I was not using a puller, just thinking FORWARD AND FASTER, OVER AND OVER. Sp ditch it BRA-green BYE-BYE or else stop messing with me. I had a very good reason 4 ending our ‘thing’. First, U insisted on this great buddy thing, I always said that U were a dude I met at the library, and told Queen Jenny precisely this as well. U made it into more than that. I am a private hermit kind of a person, I do not want friends, just wanna B freaking left the sugar alone.
Well, maybe telling TRS’s and things in general that I factually know that the MC does not want said and told, did not stop their attacks, it is obvious that nothing ever will except my major escape from this fucking awful place and condition that I find myself trapped in 4 killing my brother a very long time ago. Still and all, they lawtronically R pre=-set to 4-ever fudge with me, so I will pre freaking set myself 2 forever make them miserable right back by telling-telling and telling and rat-tat-tattle tailing Mr. Ratatouille. If U think 4 a single minper these things, any of them, R getting by me, think the pigslop again bwaby-wuv, so here is a nice whittle doozie 2 go out online 4 2-day, HA-HA!!!!! Thursday is a day that has a 1 in 7 chance to fall on given month number calendrical days, as R naturally, any of the 7 days of the week, but the all mighty makes a huge deal out of days such as 6 days to create the world, the 7th one where she rested from her labors, as well as the 12 tribes that became the original population of the Earth, not counting the pre-Adam Nodian experiment, this movie is a huge rip off, as 10-25 years ago I was always talking about the land of biblical nod, now in the movies with their clever {R} added in to change it enough, but I always talked on my bugged up telephones about NODIA, and the NODIANS, and have witnesses that I did, again many years B4 any of this Nardia stuff by the BRIGGER CULT, the phase 4 club, controlled and owned totally by the great MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Back to MAGIC THURSDAY, it was a Thursday that I moved into the great 1802 Robin Hill APARTYMENYTS BACK ON May 1 of 1980. Invert the 1980 as well as the apartment number of 1802, in the middle 2 digits of the apartment number and the final 2 digits in the year, and we get, if we put our century-past number in front of it, or [20], and we get our year 2008. My birthday on the 4th of December that year when I humanly in this set of dream-down-illusions turned age 26, and let me add that the print disgustingly made the word I typed a second back “SET”, and changed the S to a W. Filthy minds inside this 6th dimensional reality, Aniwho HM and others, my birthday on that GREAT YEAR fell on Thursday as well. The Millionth Council Leviathan snakes on the box in the DARK SHADOWS show, how many names were on it. But 4. Calendars begin on Sunday, but the All Mighty Sarah-Stacey Jehovah’s calendars begin on Monday, the way I read geneses in Her GREAT WORD, the HOLY BIBLE, U know, the beginning and the end of each thing that she created was on the first day, or the 2nd or 3rd day and so forth, but on the 7th day she rested. Lightning in her human form was born in 1944 on this most holy of the 7 days of our calendar’s week, SUNDAY. MC hacked this part of my document real good, I have been attempting 2 correct all the absurd fuck ups. This MC goes beyond KEYSTROKE WORM HACKERS, it is far above known technology, and the radio station in Florida that hosted a show about the BERMUDA TRIANGLE, and got totally hacked, long B4 computer hackers existed, they can tell U all that this stuff is totally true and freaking real. Mariah who sent me her 2 letters in the dream along with the Publishers Clearinghouse, was born on a Thursday. She returned 2 me through Sharon at Hilton Beach in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, 28 years later on the first day of August in 1998. Black and even, well, Sharon was white and very tall and slender, and I tried 2 get even with the forces 4 all they were doing 2 me, convinced she was my enemy and ran away from her and her blond friend just as fast as I could, the old black and even roulette number 28 strikes like DZA again. The last time I saw Sarah was around 10 at night on July the 12th of 1970 was a Saturday night, all right Elton John? Aniwho, the day I was born was a Saturday around 9:30 in the snowy morning in a Bryn Mawr hospital room, in Pennsylvania, USAESMWG. And both July 12 of 1997 and the precious December 7, 1996, were on Friday, the 5th day of Goddess SSJKK. MC and the LEVIATHANS R part of her 4th day, the great Thursday. Why is Thursday and Friday and Saturday such a thing that I am making out of this now, U may B wondering. These R days #4 and 5 and 6, by genesis biblical accounts of our great god of the bible, JEHOV-AH/LORD or SAR/AH. So what is 4+5+6? The number 15, the age that SSJKK, humanly in 1970, and myself, were on this 12th late night in July.
Google and Swis, and Roman VI. This is all co-owned and co-copyrighted by MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN/MARK MOHR ON THIS BLOGGING DATE, the 13th of May, AD2008 years Earth Gregorian Calendar System. All these words are total truths, and no omissions nor additions 2 these truths have been printed in this document. End Transmission.
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