Rats Tats and Playing Real Football, #30

TWIMCIFITHIM, #30, SUBTITLED
RATS, TATS, & PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL------070107.372

Well fiends and friends, Morians and Lessians alike, the subtitle is because this will work as an intro for leading into the title of my next blog name, the 4th one now about 2 begin on www.blogger.com. Thus this is the 30th and final blogs in this third of my blogs.

The worm hole incident from one week ago down in East Dodge, NJUSAESMWG, in my IMHO got these bastard crap asses off of me for my first little rest bit since the ending of January. But starting 5 days after a mini-heaven, all of Dogtown broke loose and struck me like both of Diana’s parents, on Friday last, just past seven in the fooking evening. It started with a big home theatre attack. The scum bags kept cutting out the sound and crackling through it, and there is nothing wrong with it, it all has been checked out, so that I can send certified and documented evidence to both the FCC as well as the
ACLU, and CC to state attorney general’s office of New Jersey, my local Congressman, and the Board of Public Utilities. Keep fucking with me, and I will rat and tattletale on U every time, to anyone that will listen, and I’ll try even 2 those that do not want 2 listen, I have civil fucking rights incestrallites. No football tem ever won a single game just playing defensively on any field anywhere in the world. Give these fucking bastard scum dirt holes just a quarter of an inch and they will take 100 light years every time, B4 U can realize it even happens 2U. Say “jackrobinsquat” and U won’t even get it fully pronounced, and they’ve got U right by the cat tail Mizz Purr; hold the fuckerjuices out of that one, and my prick as well. They match U point 4 point and dollar 4 dollar, and then hit U with a couple of their dirty fighting boom-boom one-two punches B4 U know U took a breath of freaking air. These filth have no conscience and no shame, I have tried 2 shame them, they do not fucking shame, because entities that R lower than whale shit are totally un-shame-able. So what weapons do I have in my arsenal? Do I have armies of believing helpers in a powerful foundation? No! Do I have money or any resources at all 2 work with? No! Can I legally go out and fight perceived enemies, shooting up people and places? No! So what options R left 4 those few unfortunate persons in my position? Ratting, tattle tailing, and exposing is all the available options left 4 poor whittle me bwaby-wuv!!!!!! Notice when I exposed on an earlier blog, the full evil empire of Phillies always losing and the Dow Jones Stock Market crooked system, always being up, every single Friday, it did not happen that week, last week, not this one. Naturally since the siege on me started Friday night, my Phillies got sliced up like a watermelon found by starving island survivors. So what occurs, but 3 straight losses, and a swept up floor by the Broom club of the Phillies Haters, Incorporated. The weekend is constant furious air assault, both nights my full moon was literally wrecked and ruined, literally swallowed up with their filthy poisonous kemtrails, making me sick and forcing me to have wicked painful shits, these total bitches have caused ma many an accident in the pants, all the axes they’ve created 4 me have not been via automobile.

Eddie Himacane got totally screwed by crooked VERIZON. These scum R on my line at home constantly fucking with me, and they know that I blog and tell the world, or at least attempt 2, so they naturally R goon do all that they R able 2 interfere with it. Really, it does not require an Einsteinial mind 2C any of their motives, and the crimes that result, after all who can prove any of it, so they get away with endless major murder, and the absolute destruction of an innocent human life, mine!!!!!!!! Do not worry loyal few Morians, he realizes that they were not the only show in town, and now is with the Comcast system, last laugh on them, as they R connected with my Flyers enemies, and I get 2 slam the shit oudda them on their own network system, it is a free country, and I will speak out. I have dying declarations and utterances all over, I have several people that I keep constant current voicemail death evidence messages on their systems, so they can at least report 2 the authorities should I disappear and get murdered like my mom did as well as my best friend, Style Court Judge Roth’s cousin David Charles. These bitches R ruthless and I think they even got to McMeekan on the ACPD force. Dave was working for his cousin back in 1997, at the Bucks Cable Vision yard, off of I-95 in Bucks County, PAUSAESMWG. This post was a gun carry site, and my friend Dave was a licensed 235 Card carrier. He used to go with a partner filling ATM machines, they had 2 and 3 million dollars of cash 2 handle, and the Jersey police usually let them slide, as here, in good old Puke Nerdsey, they do not care if U die on the job, unless UR totally blue, [a police officer], not a security officer or bank money handler/guard. Go ahead and get shot, I was always worried that the enemy would shoot them, and use the money as a good reasonable excuser, should I start screaming to the authorities, as I always try 2 do, and will always go on endlessly, futile or not, you’ll all have 2 fucking do me in bitches, and I do not go down easy, I know 2 many secrets about what U term [life and death]. I admit that 4 the most part, guns should B in the hands of the cops and the military, there is one + murder per day on statistical average this year in Philadelphia, this is totally not cool. Hunters should B able 2 rent what they need 2 hunt, and those that can prove major death threats on them, a possible exception, but please, give me a break, U think I will take a job handling 2 or three million cash, and have no side iron? You’re nuts bro!!!!!! I personally know a handful of yard birds that this very minute would slice up their sweet old grannies for 5 sawbucks. People really do need 2 get real. Of course Reale got me back in 1970, when he sexually molested me, the perverted bum faggot. No U can all saw whatever U wish 2 about our overseas enemies doing cowardly things like attack with car bombs or crash planes into buildings, but in all honesty, what weapons R they expected 2 have or use for Chrissake? I do not promote terrorism or war, or greed, or any part of this new age started by a total dirt bag who happened 2B our 40th US President, us roulette players refer 2 him on occasion as Red-Red.

I think it is time to remind/expose, locals to the area of HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY WAY GALAXY, when it is in the larger half of the lunar cycle, from the first quarter lunar phase of a waxing half moon, to the second full moon phase, and then waning down into the last quarter half moon phase, as opposed to the 2 weeks of the lesser and darker moonlit skies, the night poisonous kemtrailing is vicious murderous hell 4 me. When I told about this many blogs back, the exposure of this helped 2 get it stopped, 4 a while, U know the old saying, “when the cat is away, the mice will play”. I am sick 2 fucking death of this never ending constant siege, and the only thing holding back my opposite shooting with Ed, at the NJ casinos, is his recent increase in leg pain, and also a recent move into my trailer park, yeah, we R just a couple of fucking poor pathetic trailer rats. We have been screwed, he was robbed, wrongfully accused of crimes, and the list goes on, it is his business, I will say no more. My story, I have been sexually molested in 1970 by a property rich bisexual child molester, assaulted by 2 Atlantic City lifeguard mascots in 1975 totally unprovoked, I think because a gorgeous young girl was extremely attracted 2 me, and they wanted her, and here I wasn’t even interested, poor whittle helpless me was just down there trying 2 cool off and take a whittle dip in the Atlantic Krassle Ocean. Then I have had a Saturn and a Breeze automobile drivers side window broken and smashed, trunk popped open, and car amps and subwoofer boxes removed, once at Friendly’s Restaurant on Roosevelt Boulevard-RT #1, in Pennsylvania across from the Ross Dress shop, she always wanted a dress shop business since her days as a little girl back in the Detroit Brewster Project, and now she is quite happy. As I pen this, a crash level private loud piss bubble airplane is scraping the roof here at Ed’s trailer while I sit here blogging away, and EXPOSING this evil astral crap. I have also been defrauded, once by a record promoter who took $600 and shoved me under a buss, threatened me with a gun to run a red light in center city, Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG, defrauded out of$4,000 by a tow truck driver who said we would buy a truck and start a business, and he knew the dealer and the Glendale Bank President in Haddon Heights, NJUSAESMWG, defrauded out of 10 thousand by a contractor who conned me into purchasing a HUD home in Kramer Hill, a section of the city of Camden, NJUSAESMWG, a judgment on him was at least fully satisfied by my agreeing on getting half the money back, and then the gargantuan fraud, a man answers my ad where I said I want a promoter for my songs that I wrote, and cleverly he got me to pay close to 36,000 dollars, and basically it was him and his wife that was getting promoted, I admit I got some, and had stuff that I have written played all over the world, and even had a song reach #1 position on the Independent Country Charts of 1998 in the summertime. I was played on Muzak and CD Dish, and received quarterly royalty payments from BMI, a music industry royalty collection organization, about 5 years or so. But all monies gained, although one year I actually paid tax on it, was a wrung out wash cloth amount, next to the monies expended. I have jury duty on the 13th of August, and will have this page on a print out sheet, when the prosecutor or the defense attorney asks me at vwardere, whether or not I was ever a victim of any major crime, as all these incidents are legally on file in 2 county prosecutors offices, and I am not even including the great 1996 terrorist threat that was made to my mother where the man told her and scared her into literally an early grave as she never really was the same after he told her, “I am going to kill your son, and I will kill U2 if U do not get away from my truck”. She was only going 2 ask him if he wanted something from us, as he had been following us around 4 miles, turning every time we did, and it ended up at the Turnersville, NJUSAESMWG Pathmark Food store Parking Lot. Spellchecker does not give any better way 4 me to spell the word for jury selection, I spell it hence, the best way it sounds 2 me, ‘vwardere’. I am not trying to get out of anything, and will gladly serve, as this is considered an obligation and duty as a citizen. But I must tell the truth under oath when I am questioned about all the shit that has happened to me in my pathetic whittle life. I think that lots of crime has been committed against me, and these R some of the more major incidents, reported, police documented, and filed at Atlantic and Camden County Prosecutors Offices.

Now I wish tio make something as perfectly clear as the 37th President: The motive of creating the foundation called MORIANITY, has nothing 2 do with suicide Jim Jones pacts, nor R we in with weird looking inter-galactic aliens like the 1990’s crazy bull shit cult. The motive is 2 create a place, a giant multiple purpose but ‘harassment’ oriented safe hose of a sorts, where anyone, big or little in any way, can come and get protection, get heard, get help, and along these lines. Admitantly, I wish 2 take what I know 2B truth, and merge this foundation into a religious order, and let the world C that this is all true and real, and no one ever need fear death again. What has happened to me, talking humanly in forward mortal time illusion, is not a made up story, nor is it the product of a diseased mind, but if Social Security and government shrinks disagree and give me 10 sike-named diseases and some benefits, great. Working a full time job is not possible under all my persecution; it is hard enough 2 survive their rotten shit for a part time 24 hour weekly stint at work.

Now a little discourse will begin, on directionality. In a recent prior blogging text, I talk about A and B events, and direction. Does one cause the other only in one direction, or both directions, and along this line? Now let me start to open a huge can of worms that at later times, will B harped on with much greater alacrity and detail. Right at present maya minper or illusion of mortal world time, I remind U of earlier blogs, starting with my first one, the Morianity Bible. Many entries in this series of blogs and those that follow start some early discussions on a night in December of 1969. I went 2 bed, and the very next instant I am aware of definitely NOT being either asleep or awake, but in a TTH, or as I say, a THIRD THING HAPPENING. They know every keystroke, as another plane just struck, and the famous combo 1-2 punch included a super ass loud piece of junk motorbike. Anyway, I am first on a beach, the time was the early twentieth century, and I was with the most beautiful young teen aged long dark haired big brown eyed girl that I ever saw in my pathetic life. She told me that her name is Sarah Krassle. I had in my right hand, a heavy large motorcycle chain. She and I walked along the beach making light conversation and I was in total awe of her physical size and beauty, her long hair was light brown with many highlighted shades of colors that do not exist here in the waking world. Also, her hair shone as bright as 100 suns, and yet I was able to B with her and C her, and not go blind nor literally fall down consumed and evaporated. After a short time, she seemed 2 appear 4 years younger, about 10, as she was about 14 at the beginning of our interaction. I was just 15 back in human life, and about this age in the interaction on this dream-plane. She said out of the blue that she wants to have my chain, and that she needed it 4 her great city. She then proceeded to take it away from me, grabbing it out of my hand with more force than if I was trying 2 hold onto it while connected up 2 a moving freight train. Her strength is not comprehendible, nor is her physical beauty. Do not think for one rotten minper that the Mayor of Atlantic City and all his pals starting with Robert McGuire on Tennessee Avenue, do not all know about all of this, as when I told Sergeant Frank Callio the story at his Police Station back in 1997 in the springtime shortly after my miserable and frightening meeting with dude McG, he tried to act real nonchalant about it all, but I could C a look come over his face that told me all I needed. Anyway, after the great SJK took the chain, we both were instantly transported from the beaches that looked across the inlet from the beaches of Brigantine, to her shop, in the upstairs area, her bedroom. In this bedroom on the rear wall across from the entrance door, was a 3 drawer dresser and she opened the middle of these 3 drawers, and there was the chain. She smiled at me and closed the door, just starring at me with huge chocolate brown eyes with natural super thick and long eyelashes that were so gorgeous I thought I was not going 2B able 2 get another breath inhaled. She kept thanking me 4 giving me her chain, but now a word was started 2 get added, thanking me for returning ‘her’ chain. Later on, years in mortal time, I did come indeed to learn that this was stolen from her and sank on some boat down in South America. She actually is the energy that flows through the oceans of our world. Without this energy, the ocean would B dead, hence she is the life of the Ocean or really said better, she is the Atlantic Queen, the great Ocean herself, coming 2 me intentionally in a pure energy to energy interaction, my unconscious dreaming energy connected into her energy, no differently than your printer is connected into your computer, or your DVD, VCR, TVO, or stereo surround amplifier is connected through your cable television system. This is not when I mortally as me in this so-called here and now, came to know and understand with full clarity that I am directly dealing with the ALL MIGHTY JEHOVAH SCYLLA GODDESS, an upline girl who is no different than me here in this down line of reality, controlled by operations and systems in the 6th dimension that curves up and over in right angles out beyond themselves over lapping all of the unfathomable numerous 5th dimensional multiverses of hyperspace, HS. Eventually, as a 5th phase being, I in this lifetime, since no matter how many times they murder me or I die from fatal strokes and heart attacks, I remain unaffected by normal release through the physical death exit, so I fully intend, 2 totally master the lawtronics of this entire system, so that I will B able then 2 get upline to Sarah Krassle’s world, and escape my hell. Nirvanic oblivion is never possible, not 4 any entity, but just to escape this life, I would sacrifice a trillion tars and entities without fucking batting a single eyelash. As the great Sarah-Stacey Scylla Jehovah has told me on many occasions, and her cousin the Earth Lightning Goddess Diana Zudlecronesia Arteemis as well, Oblivion or [NIRVANA] is only 4 those entities that do not exist. If U exist, U cannot ever hope to have oblivion, it is only forever available 4 those that do not exist. Once U exist, U always have and always will. All time is one time, and all space is one space, and out of that total zero dimensional void infinity, springs all 6th dimensional interaction, leading down into all multiverses or 5th dimensional parts of a larger 6th dimension creating it in various ways too far out 2 get into right now, I am on a schedule and must get 2 work shortly. Yes, my lovely Jupiter Scylla sent her energy from the physical planet herself, her lightning, and crossed 500 million miles of near vacuum space, to merge with our dark cold quiet still oceans, and cousin Diana and her did a lovely job of putting this world into operation, but really, it is all just a dream. Nothing physical or supposedly tangible is real, we dream it all down from an astral world, that upline Sarah is unconsciously entering into her own creation from. But in my private 1969 December interaction with my teen queen, this chain seemed 2B so very important 2 her, and so was the 4 year variance in her age, being 10 on the beach, and 14 in her shop, and her name and this 4 year variance was indelibly left in my minds’ consciousness, so it must have major significance in ways I still am working on figuring out.

www.acpd.com This website has info on Sgt. Frank Callio, and the fallen Sgt. McMeekan, his very good pal. www.acbp.com This site has great stuff, and learning about many of my ex-pals starts here, including the current Mayor, Bob Levy, the ex-Chief of the guard force. My website will soon B much better, I have much to add 2 it, more of my many copywritten songs, other audio sound bites, and much more mapping and text information is upcoming. Go to www.morianity-foundation.com and get a real mind blowing. If time permitted, I would tell U so much more about the chain, and my Scylla, SSJKK, your all mighty God.

Last night I lost awareness at work and passed out just a few minpers, and crossed into astral projection, as we always do in dreams, but feeling and remembering the out and in to this, is called by man kind, [astral projection]. The great Sarah told me that a major event is around the corner 4 the world; she will not say what it is. If I admit that a machine does exist that can alter the space time continuum, and that a magic clock and a magic mirror also exists and that I have access to these 3 devices, U would laugh and call me a space cadet. A Space Cadet huh, just do not call me a Sarah Callio, I am way uglier, and she is beautiful but colder than ice cubes. Another plane is scraping over Ed’s place, at about 12 shy of eleven in the late morning.

Directionality of interaction is where I will leave off, but only opening up the subject 4 right now. When I woke out of this Sarah-chain interaction in 12/69, I got on a bus to go to school. There was a huge **************** asterisk kemtrails in the sky, dissipating, and this was years B4 I mortally was in any way part of jet vapor condensation trails. This harassment and persecution would not come to B used in the MW4 about 18 fucking years, 1987-1969, U do the fudging Copperkessle math bwaby-wuv!!!!!!! I believe the 3 jets that cris-crossed were from the astral plane, that they abducted my mind/soul/call it whatever U wish 2, took it in one of these or perhaps all 3 were all part of one super astral airship, similar to the one that I own on the astral world as Duke Rictafarius of Ricktown. Until a year ago, I thought the interaction was first, then the sky incident, and this includes what U’ve heard me discuss in 1994, my mid-life Krassle interaction. Now I totally believe that we all R abducted in these ways, and nothing can ever really B trusted, illusion/maya is all over, like maggots in a cemetery.

Brown eyed girl, do not burn any bushes for Moses or our 43rd. Stay around brown eyes, some day, I will make U all mine, just like the 1969 song says in the autumn, I remember it like it is happening live at this very minper. Bright haired Scylla, come over and B friendly with your white car, I will B real friendly with my queen, U now U love your THAT BOY, screw your parents, tell them the truth that they only think that they R your parents, this whole entire creation is really yours, it is your up line thought, and someday, I will get up line, and U will B mine, if I have to crush every star in the skies into dead ashes. Bye-Bye brown eyes

blog 28 TWIMCFTHM

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NEW NAME FOR SAME BLOG, AS THIS IS MORE PRONOUNCABLE
THIS IS BLOG #28 THE TIME AND DATE IS 062107.555


My last #27 blog has errors, some I will try to correct today, others on a future blog, using mortal [forward mode thinking process], will B corrected when U think it is later in some deluded reality. B4 telling a thing, I will mention that never has the shit around me been this continuously bad, not in the more than 105 semi-annums of my life as Mountainpen. Karen, U have 3 dying utterance and declarations on your voice mail. Just keep one, and remember to give the ACLU, and the WORLD TRIBUNAL COURTS AT THE HAIGUE, my website address, and the Blogger dot com address, my site as U may know, and is on your PC favorite’s, is www.morianity-foundation.com. The MILITUFORCE has been relentless, taking me into yet another roulette systems failure, the one where while under death siege by these turd-scuzes that normally wins many chips, where I would bet the two following outside bets on unanimous or majority three groups, such as RBR, or RRR, or BRR, and RED being the bet 2B placed, I would make RED BETS two times, betting all three parameters of the 1-36 numbers, and flat betting only, and ignoring zero losses. Anyway, the system always failed when under quieter times, but finally this caved in 4 me, during the late oh-seven spring hell death siege from this evil Briggbase cult, the MILITUFORCE, again creating 3 words into one word, combining military, UFO, and force. None of U regular humans have a simpleton’s clue what is going on nor do U need 2. For those being assaulted and continuously attacked, it is an entirely different matter. Thank U Diana 4 coming around the other night 2 visit your whittle boy here in this miserable human world realm, as always, your lightning was filled with grand and glorious beauty and color and splendor, literally strikingly ravishing and gorgeous beyond comprehension. We were at your Great Forest just outside Olympia, in one of your so many lovely cabins there, and U said 2 me that UR all around me both here and in my dream. Then I thought a tree came crashing down, only it was me waking up to a loud thunder crash back on the mortal world, and sure enough, my lovely baby blond was all around me both there and here, just as U had told me precious. Last night, I remember the green printing inside Stacey’s book, somewhere in the Psalms that I wrote when I was King David so long ago. Then U gave me a phone number and told me 2 call U in human form, it had 8’s and 9’s in it, just so the world knows I make nothing up, and I called U twice. My first call was 2 tell U what the green writing said, but my second call was important, but U made me forget most of your number, so that when I returned to consciousness, I’d never B tempted 2 break the rules, and call my queen up one day. U came 2 me at Clarence Harris’s house across the street as the tall lovely long haired blond 18 year old that 4 no reason came over and waved 2 me and kept starring over at me, and again years later, in Kargetown-Trenton, NJUSAESMWG, as the Noonan girl, again real tall and long bright yellow hair, just like U ‘really’ have. U really were becoming quite a young lady, as your then Earthly father told U at Hibb’s, ‘member my queen? It was on a Friday afternoon in late July or early August back in 2K2. KI knew U were my lightning the second that I saw U, and the way that U looked at me, I was worried I’d B taken off 2 jail. Throw a rock and I’d B right there at the Constables On Patrol’s place. Police officers like Detective Fontana do not like citizens abbreviating these three words, but it is not a disrespect, COP = CONSTABLE ON PATROL, just as FUCK=FORNICATION UPON CONSENT OF KING, and Paula and Sarah and her gang did more than consent at the Trinidad motel in 1967, it was me that did not, but got gang raped anyway.

I would B lonely at this point if everyday was not filled with kemtrails, planes, choppers, motorcycles, loud music, Muzak teasing in stores, property damage, utility attacks, body attacks, and the list is like a greedy kid’s letter to Santa Claus. I got off Kirshty’s hellevator in 2007, not to lose Jenny 20 weight, but literally any hope of ever living my life as me in this sequence of dreams. No year is like this. When it all began “Resorts”, shortly after U did, at least I had a mother to fall back on when the pressure became totally unbearable and totally intolerable. Now, I cannot just walk off of a job, take a short sabbatical, hide in a closet, and lessen the torture for a small time. Not any more my fiends and foes, “nope nope nope, Jimmy Stuart Clarence”, no freaking more, ya dirty whore. Now I must face the music, and very loud music on top of that, as I told yalls about at the Hammonton Shop Rite Grocery Store, until the market’s closing bell went ding dong, and then off it went, not at money of the clock, error, sahwee, but 4:00 PM. 4 and $ are the same key on a keyboard, one is the number 4 when in the lower case mode however, my screw up.

People in top UFO clubs talk about their abductions, and I say, “bully for U’s”. My entire experience on this sick rotten diseased sin cursed evil satanic wicked planet has been one huge abduction. I live with 2 lovely giant goddesses as 2 separate astral entities, and do not want 2B here another godsforsken minper. I am getting treated like shit by everyone that I know. Everyone is taking what little money I have and all I am is a disabled poverty stricken pathetic nobody to start with. No Senator FT, [EX, from TN], I am not a split ticked or even a split ticked off democrat, but a split TICKET, sahwee, another blogging prior screw up. I am ticked off a bit that Ted Turner is slowing down my evening L&O enjoyment, replacing it with garbage next to this great show, second only to the great Perry Mason. If U run, I read in the paper that the show may stop all together, oh well, in one realm U helped me escape a wrongful murder charge and in another U remove my favorite show, I always said things balance out unless colbodots R placed in a sphere of inverted magnetic shielding, causing endless motion until the gauss energy runs eventually down and out. My blogs R all copyright by MOUNTAINPEN’S true name, and I can tell U about SKYTORCYCLES and FREEZERFANS and OPTICAL-TV, and SWIS, before it happens, jeepers, did I just wreck the space time continuum for the Trekkers and the Sci-Fi buffs? Portable air conditioners, what a joke, when in the next decade U can get a freezer-fan, © MARK MOHR. If Blogger.com does not recognize the symbol B4 my name, it is the symbol of US COPYRIGHT. A freezer like the one above a refrigerator is placed on 4 ball bearing wheels. Various models have an opening panel that adjusts in several ways on varying models, to let out small, or large or in-between amounts of the cold freezing air, and then in the front instead of a door that opens, is a fan with 2, 3, or 4 speeds, and the freezer temperature adjusts with a dial. Small and large models can B wheeled around room to room or kept in place, all neat and clean, no venting, no windows. WO, is this ass hole going to tell the whole future, or steal it? It has all been first stolen from me, and remember that I did not ask 4 any of this; I do not even belong here. I by your concept should have died B4 the sun started burning in space.

Week after week after week, every Friday, FULL EVIL EMPIRE, with Phillies going down hard and the Dow Jones stocks flying to the fucking stars, all as predicted, and all by making my life a fucking living cock sucking endless hell. At work, I get choppers and kemtrails and crash level morning planes, and I will go on writing it all up on Sora orders from Governor Corzine. I, unlike yalls, am simply abiding by and obeying the fucking laws of this great land, so screw all of U and your ugly moms and dauts!!!!!! Same thing on all my off days, at home, on the road, constant MILITUFORCE HELLSIEGE, never ever ends. I would B lonely at this point should it go away.

And the good part is now bwaby-wuv!!!!!!!! Ed Himacane and I will B starting our casino counterattack very soon, and on paper, in just 2 games per week averaging a total of 80 spins, and on the 10/100 $$$$ betting level, we R fucking averaging taking home more than 1800 smacks each, so staying twice as long and playing 4 days in the week would quadruple this to more than 7 fucking grand in our pocket each every week, just by me losing my ten dollar bets and him winning his 100 dollar bets. I am more than happy at 7 grand a week and do indeed plan to legitimately file my taxes, as a loss. Hopefully Ed, will honestly file his on his gain. Think I’m fucking stupid, huh, well just ga’hed. Hay, I am legitimately losing money at the casino, and the eyes in the skies will B verifying it, eat my urinated dust. The more U harass and persecute me, down goes my life, my lick, and up goes anything betting against me or that I hate such as Flyers and stock markets. Fine, and up goes anyone betting higher amounts, against my bets, U really just cannot have your fucking cake and eat it too OTAMM, again this stands, Karen, for ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN/MARK MOHR © BOTH OF US. Told U all the Dow would go straight up a year ago, and I am always RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT all night, and day as well, in the morning light Donna!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, “and on the night of 12 July, I saw my giant love go by, I knew we’d B apart that day, until we’d meet again at John Kings parking lot 27 years later, JK”

No Mister Hendershot from Flagstaff, U missed my clue as did the others. Mac and Less Citer know about the secret of the red X and the kemtrails, the extra line making up the tri-ex asterisk is an entirely different story. I may look like a damn jack off jack ass Adam and the other Schiff on TN Avenue, but that is where it stops. I know the wormhole is real, Thomas J child molester real or not. Some people in that city get away with murder, sexual abuse, robbery, U name it, and quit blaming it the fuck on Vegas, man, you’re all being hit with a ton of major maya. Closest clue U came to is I am on low and Eddie’ll B on high, so abbreviate the low and high dumb-dumb.

Day after day, Dow Jones goes straight up, Phillies lose string after string, and color me so non-shocked Lennie Briscoe. I knew all this a year ago, and when I got off the elevator ride leading me into the oh-seven shit, I needed not B hit with a cotton candy mass 2C where all going. 770X110%=1983, and this amount X110%=1984, and this amount X110%=1985, and do the math up through 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, and tell me the Dow will not B 30-50 thousand points. Then where will my hellish reality B at these points, since I have long established the parallel of the market being up and climbing, to my life being hell and falling, literally into Christless shit? It really and honestly does not take Albert E. 2C any of this, but if U come to my blogs with the mindset all ready made up that this is all bull shit, then Y come up at all. Ask yourself Y anyone would waste this much time and give so much attention to nothing but trash and crap. Also, get 2 know some mental patients, and U will C a pattern, none of them speak in a straight and organized manner. Some do not maintain cleanliness, some have strange quakes and blinks and facial expressions, some cannot look at U or keep their hands relatively still, the list of patients’ symptoms is virtually as long winded as my blogs. I on the other hand, am well groomed, have no criminal record, am a SORA registered private security officer, and speak straight and clear, just think about it all B4U race 2 judgment that my claims cannot possibly have any validity 2 them because they sound so way out, and it just therefore is not possible that they could B true, based on this. Yet is U saw a 300 foot super tsunami coming for Atlantic City, U would believe your eyes and most likely get a heart attack B4 the wave would kill U. And what if I told U that the NSA has successfully completed, and even in the 70’s had some version, of holographic tek that could fool your senses 2 believe the tidal wave is coming, provided several of the NASA satellites R all in a proper alignment and orbital operating position? Can’t fathom this either, I’ll bet, but I will swear that under penalty of full perjury charges, I swear this 2B the entire and total truth with no omissions nor subtractions. I have had literally hundreds of holographic road attacks, and once not long ago I tested it. I knew it was not really a car, as it just was not there, and one second later out of nowhere, it was, and it appeared 2B barreling along at a high clip. I cut out and it went through me and vanished, just as I knew that it would. Do not try this if U think UR getting this experience, UR not me, remember I cannot die the way U can, and most of U want to B here, so don’t fucking do this, and I am blameless should U not heed my advice.

Optical TV is so much better than large screens and high definition, It is a small box like an old cable box, that receives the stations, and with a wireless comfortable helmet, brings stereo surround to the ears, and the visual reception directly in front of the eyes, the room is gone, there is just a crystal clear bright image 5 times that of the best 2007 regular plasma big TV screens. © MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN/MARK MOHR.

Could I tell more? PLEASE!!!!!!!!!! Don’t even fucking get me going!!!!! I have not started with the 6th and the 7th dimensions, inventions of the thirties, the song out in 2029 called “The things We Can Do in 2029”, and so much more. I will tell U that when I get into the Phase 4 Club, the Lamist-Briggers, and many other related topics, wear diapers B4 reading, you may damn well B glad that U did!!!!!!!

Walt old buddy, saw U working hard over at the judges place the other day. Thank U for telling me that Callio retired back in oh-five. Some tell me the gods R punishing me 4 telling secrets. No, I am part of a family line that goes straight directly back to the tribe of Judah and to when I was King David. Now I am him as well as his own grandson. SSJKK never let me remember what she lets me remember up here in AD2007. When I said “back in the 19chips” on my prior blog, the machine mind screwed up and hacked me, I meant 2 say, when I get back into the 1986 chips, or back 2 where I was in my pro-gambling days. I could say a million things right now, but until I put an air conditioner in here, the computer may overheat with the heat of this first 2007 scummer day, so I will say SO LONG BROWN EYED GIRL KAL CALLIO AND ANTI-ECK NIRINGIN. Just because U have done things 2 me that I do not understand, thou art Scylla Goddess, mortal mans words [GOD], and I will not question thee, Shit, anybody can speak Shakespearian, this is not holy, just the way they talked back when Billy S and the King got together to translate the holy words into old English of their day, King James that is.