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RATS, TATS, AND PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL, Blog #18
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Not Joy, Jeremiah, but hello, 2 the world and all of the boys and girls, of all ages. No Great Sar-Caesar, I could quite honestly care less about the fishes in the deep blue sea, or our joy, or the Recording Industry Association of America, but miracles will B touched on since 2 me it is a major miracle that people have been so dumbed down and fooled by all those in charge of us masses, in key and critical positions. Just the other day, my favorite viqueen, Mary-Helena Louisa Jidusimeranna Shakanna, supposedly attempted to regain access into this hyper dimensional space in too miraculous a way, and came through in the fourth phase, which is a Lawtronic reality, that astral beings can only enter in through phase 4 if coming into this interdream as a phase three normal dream such as U and me, would B in some way B too miraculous. The lady seeing her through some object stated on television that something like this gives her faith, and I was on the floor of my residence in a conniption fit rolling in laughter. Faith by definition is belief in things unseen. We believe in the atom basically as a society simply because we all have been taught that the atom bomb allowed the United States to finally win the great Second World War, 62 years in negative space. A cult that began called Christianity, grew into a world religion and remained strong 4 more than 17 centuries, because the master Jesus, performed ‘miracles’ or things that could not B humanly explained by the knowledge nor the spirit of the times of those days, hence, no miracles, no faith. No miracles, no religious beliefs, and certainly no gods or God 2 believe in, when miracles get removed from the mix, am I wrong? Today, the great major faiths and their churches, of the planet, have in my humble opinion, quite a blurred line regarding what would constitute a miracle. Also in this mix of blurs, U have the wizards and magicians levitating like Copperfield and all the other big Vegas acts, R these hoaxes or miracles, or tricks, or U tell me? I can point 2 a rotisserie in a diner at the front counter, as I did back 10 years ago while out with a friend, and cause its direction 2 immediately reverse and spin the other way. I wanted the hostess at this place to tell me if I could have a particular cake I saw spinning, for desert, and desired that a slice B cut 4 me 4 my desert after eating dinner, but did not know the name of the cake, and I am pointing and she did not see it or whatever, and my frustration grew as it started 2 move in this spinning device further around and away so that my cake was leaving visual range. Naturally in 15 seconds or so it would have come around again, but I knew my buddy wanted 2 get seated, and I did not wish to stand there waiting, and I jerked my finger back as it slid just out of view, and boom, like magic, back it came and I was able to show the lady the cake and learn the name of it so I could order a slice of it later on. Was this miraculous? I do not claim to know. I can put my arms out in front of me in a body of water and just think about moving forward, and it happens. I was doing this on several occasions at private swim clubs, one being Haddonwood, and another being the Coliseum where the Philadelphia Flyers used 2 practice /B4 getting their own rink down the road from the Voorhees Acme food store, NJUSAESMWG. I thought it was natural 2 have this ability, simply because it was natural 4 me, just as 30 years and 3 months ago in the early summer of 1977, in a print shop where I was employed, all my toes were crushed on both feet, and they grew back in about 50-60 days, and I thought everybody’s toes grew back until I was told that this was a friggin’ miracle. Toes do not grow back, nor do teeth a third time, normally. But something far stranger than is humanly imaginable is going on with me, than something as silly as miracles. I am on the great AWEN, and have recently been told by the love of my life Diana Arteemis, a first cousin of the great Sarah-Stacey Krassle, All Mighty Jehovah
God, that I am the number one show on Astral-TV. Beings dream down from astral being-ness into physical world life, participate in large-pre-destined-multiplexed-menu-interactions, and then enjoy the entertaining super reality show with them in it, from their realer truer astral existence; one might call this the ULTIMATE IN ENTERTAINMENT. I speak the truth, Y would I lie, what motive could I possibly have 2 do all this web logging, waste all of this time and energy, and intentionally attempt 2 mislead an entire global society, connecting into an interconnected networking computer system, called the world wide web, today in 2007 AD? If U could B with me while I am out on my errands, many a day over the past 20 years, think about this, roughly 7,225 days or precisely 20 years, only I cannot B quite that precise, off by maybe a year either way, but this is a long time 2 the mortal world, MW, Aniwho, U would C something going on that is far beyond miracles and nightmares, if U were along with me on many of these siege days as I have come 2 term them, especially, if I amplify the situation and interaction that I am in, by bringing the GMC into the mix, or the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL. IE, if I bring along a tape recorder and attempt 2 record the day, event by event, as the nightmare begins and progresses along, the incredible hellish shit is quantitatively amplified and magnified, strengthened to the very ultimate height and zenith of humanly imaginable Horatian Shakespearian shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If the Pope or some council of high ordered church and denominational members were there to witness all that I claim happens 2 me and not needing to believe in me nor my level of sanity, as they were literally there as eye-witnesses of it all, and with the full understanding of what is happening to me and why and by whom, or at least enough background given to successfully enlighten them so that they could draw proper conclusions when arriving at the outcome which would B the end of each of these days that I have named SUPER BOTBAR AND HIGH CALLIOTAMMIC SIEGE DAYS, the entire organized religious systems of this pathetic wimpy world would either disband, go nuts, or join me in the fight of the third millennium or the ultimate fight against good and evil that so many have misinterpreted 4 so very long based on many biblical passages. But in quick reiteration, 2 me, the hugest miracle imaginable, is the one that I term the miracle of opposite reality. It’s just beyond miraculous how not just firm skeptics and basic unbelievers in spiritual realities, but anybody that resides at or close to the year AD-2000, 30 years or so either back or out, do not eventually become as the esoteric circle members say, “God Realized”, or as I put it, able 2 wake up inside their own dream and C it is a dream or a lesser interaction than the higher and larger one that they exist in, and in this realization, begin to C as clear as a blue sky, that the rare and weird and unusual is what occurs and is real most of the time, and is indeed the dominating presence in and through all of reality, here or anywhere, and especially throughout all of our daily lives and routines as mortal homosapiens. It frustrates my imagination, how the world of the ‘so-called’ new age enlightened western civilized and technologically advanced society, remains so perfectly trapped and content in this cage of illusion, and staying so totally unaware and completely asleep in their own dream. Obviously, it is what the present day people of this world desperately want, as when mankind desires to change, they in fact do. This is a fact of history for close to 5 digit amounts of years now.

Last weekend was another hell 4 me all weekend long with their garbage gangs of blotorsuckoffs and aerial persecutions, both while at my place of work, and at my residence. It has been a while since they cut the mono side of my home theatre, but last weekend and in this time vicinity, 3 or 4 civil rights violating hits were done 2 my TV-VCR remote controls, changing their functions, and thereby stopping me from doing what I wanted until I came to realize what happened, and then made the effective changes to set the devices back to their normal operations. If the Federal Communications Commission would send agents in unmarked cars to the area, AND TRY THE 3RD AND 5TH TRIANGULATION COPY FREQUENCIES THAT I WROTE TO THEM ABOUT IN MY LETTERS EARLIER IN THE YEAR, I KNOW THEY WOULD CATCH THE FUCKING BASTARDS THAT r INDEED VIOLATING MY HU\MAN AND CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS. Just as now, I know I did not push capital letters lock, as a light lights up when U do this, so this was a major hack, and is being picked up on a recently installed webcam, done by Ed Himacane. Huge nasty kemtrailing is ongoing this evening, along with nasty suckle suck offs and some private piss bubble plane action. Early back last Saturday morning, the enemy shot me with some beam or ray giving me a very sore throat while I was at work. Sunday, these scum flew over and shot out something that fucks with my sinuses, and I was totally miserable. All these conditions come on me and leave me like magic, and R perfectly and coincidentally timed with other occurrences in the siege, the planes and the kemtrails, and so forth.

Every time I used 2B foolish enough 2 buy Tandy Radio Shack headphones, the enemy had some switch or technical way of breaking them, and always it was the left side that would stop playing, 4 no good reason, and they never honored the warranties. And I bought the best and most expensive pairs, as my amp is an old hi-power job that would B non-purchasable anywhere today, new, they just do not make these real clean 14+ octave types any longer. Plug the best phones in to it now a days and unless they R special top end Circuit City brands, they will blow out quickly even at low volumes, as things on music and television today R powerfully done with all these new digital high definition recording technologies, and even at low listening levels, the real top end good old amps of yesteryear, will send power to the monitoring systems that is unbelievable, such as when U watch “Law & Order”, and the sound they R so famous 4 comes on. Y they recently altered the sound and edited off the front-attack in the sound by quite a few mille-seconds, I do not know, really miss that good old sound. Thought I was in a totally far distant universe when this change first started back in late spring/early summer somewhere, but as I tape the show, I quickly realized, that the tapes would also have this altered sound if I had gone that far off of hyperspacial centerline and this WAS NOT the case, so they did for whatever reason make this stupid change, it sucks, we all miss that great old sound!!!!!!!! Let me get back now to the Tandy, not so dandy headphones. Either their products just totally suck turtle urine, or someone either in Tandy or MO enemies, R somehow sending a signal through and can keep switching the mono left side of them 2 permanently cut out and break. I no longer purchase phones from this place, most of the good stuff they used 2 sell, they no longer do. I have watched this country change and deteriorate downwards now for 4 straight decades, yet the vast majority of Americans my age cannot really C the forest from the trees on all of this. Speaking of trees and forests, it is easy 4 enemies using the proper electronic apparatus, 2 sneak around a person’s home, and cause constant havoc and interference with their electrical stuff. Another thing they did back last Friday, was knock out my outdoor lighting switch, somehow my landlady’s dirt bag son in law’s created A CONTROLLABLE SHORT CIRCUIT, IT CUTS OUT WHEN THEY FEEL LIKE CUTTING IT OUT, AND RETURNS THE CURRENT BACK, WHEN THEY FEEL LIKE GIVING IT BACK 2U, I AM DEALING WITH TOTAL FUCKING SCUMBAGS. She let in a drug using inter racial couple, and I am not gonna fucking retype over each time they hack in and put capital shouts in my text, do not have the fucking time to play their fucking game. I am not against inter racial couples, although, I would never B one, as I believe in mitigating and eliminating potential problems, when UR able 2, B4 they can get started, and this society is not as enlightened as lots of the population would wish 2 believe that it is, and this spells trouble, and I choose not 2 get into a garbage bag of trouble myself, it comes naturally hurling at me at warp speed when I do all I can 2 avoid it, so make it worse?, I don’t think so, and as I speak, Morty Mortino is passing by my right side at Eddie’s place, at 7:20 post meridian, (the death angel). When all normal sound around U cuts out and is replaced with a nasty annoying high pitched wine that is of a very ugly high frequency and rarely changes in intensity and never in pitch, one ear is always effected, never both ears, this is when the angel of death is invisibly passing by your left or your right side, to scan your position, as in numerous parts of the total HS [hyperspace], at this instant, he is guiding U from the mortal world back into your astral life, or this is what is would seem 2B from the mortal perspective. Astrally, UR always there and interactions R created by instant 6th dimensional connected interacting activity. Dream downs into mortal life all throughout all of time and hyperspace, have beginnings and endings, and is pure illusion, referenced to the higher reality of astral life where the interaction is created first, and then the time and the space needed 4 that interaction get created secondly as a bi-product of that interaction, the total opposite of life in the physical world, or ‘dream-downs’. As they say, on with the show, and I am number one, the absolute top rated show in the AWEN, Astral World Entertainment Network. Yeah, Awen and Awen, and no pun is intended here. Lazar tracers or those ‘guardian angels’ walking around here in the inter-dream that do not catch a player in the show in time, and more script is written for that player, they must then apply lazar-trace to that player in the show, and this is Y quite simply put, I have been LT’d over and over again, and will B continually done each time I die. UR kept here by being interesting and fun to watch, as this part of the human condition and equation changes not!!!!!! We love to watch and stand around a bloody gory auto crash scene, and not out of any desire to assist. We love the bloodthirsty game, B it a video game, or the bigger video game, US RIGHT HERE AND NOW, and no, NINTENDO, U may not steal the name, you would B playing with fire like a soul in fucking hell!!!!!!!!!! The future is watching through distance delay teck, and the astral world is all of us and is watching all of us. This is another part of the GREAT ROCK EQUATION on Star Trek, as I never until 2007, this very year, figured out the lyric that Stacey Krassle was singing 2 me at my favorite square in her great city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, on Monolazarium Boulevard, in the 1980 mortal world interaction that I call throughout all of my web logging, MY LOIS FOCA 1980 INTERACTION, with the great Sarah Krassle. The ending of her song lyrics 2 me, go, “and when U get home and C me on TV, and should it all come back 2U, just stay there at home and B all alone, don’t pick up the phone, and do not call me”. Phones and TV’s R as real on the astral realm and we mortals think them 2B and make them B. Nostradamus the great prophetic seer from long ago, was not trancing out into our future, it is more like he was shutting off some conscious layers of himself, and the viewpoint from there was that of his truer astral life, where no time exists unless it is the bi-product of any interaction, hence all things in all of our mortal world times, start to finish, exists astrally. A PBE or [prior-blogging-error], stated that I was getting some roof scrapping chopper attacks, sahwee Elmer, meant 2 say obviously, ‘roof-scraper’ attacks, although my roof has been literally turned just about 2 scrap from all the shaking and quaking caused by all the aerial harassments that I must suffer through ands endlessly endure. I also said in a PBE that every 100 point upward move on the Dow Jones market would bring me a $200.00 profit based on 2 contracts, meant 2 say every ten points, not 100, as 100, brings me two fucking grand. I tell people over and over that once the market makes record highs, no matter what amount it drops back to or ‘corrects’ it will go right back to a new record high very shortly all over again, but don’t believe me ass hoes, stay dumb and fullacum, C if I give a squooks!!!!!!!!! This is the premise regarding buying dips. Let bad options expire B4 they can lose 4U2 much, and then keep buying new lower dips, and U just cannot fucking lose money. This market will gain 10 percent per year for many decades 2 come. The idiot guard I talk 2 has $ invested, and is scared every time it happens, and just will not believe me, no matter how many fucking times I prove 2 him that I am 100% on the correct money!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IDIOTS AND MORONS, I am dealing with caves and dinosaurs, and I’m stuck in this hell, with a number one rating on AWEN, I literally, ainta-goin’ nowhere!!!!!!!!!!!! And speaking of ratings, I said rating, but meant 2 say ratting, with another recent PBE. Also still another sort of error, when I discussed opposite shooting roulette play with Mister Himacane. It may B coincidentally confusing when I use a set of 36 non-green spins to complete a game, as there also R 36 non green numbers in the game of Herman Roulette. Aniwho, this is because I play 3 subsets of 12 non green spins, 4 a total of 3X12 or 36 total, but a total of numbers that R from 1-36, shit, whoever thought U’d here me say, IT’S JUST A FREAKING COINCIDENCE? If 5 green numbers come out for example in these 3 subsets or a game set of 36 numbers, then a true total spins in that particular game is 5 + 36 to = a total of 41 spins, and if no green numbers pop up, the minimum game in total spins is 36, so it can range from 36 to the gods only know how many table spins, so 4 short clarification, I term it a [36 non-green spins] a set of 3 subsets, one game in opposite shooting. Back 2 my website, especially the part called RICKTOWN MANOR, where I discuss conversations with George and George, where they R constantly asking me while sitting at table 15, not roulette, this is my mother’s restaurant in the great Ricktown Manor, in the area of Ricktown, in the great Province Olympia, on the phase 2 astral existence. They R feasting on lots of fantastic foods that my mother and several helpers prepare special 4 them, no broccoli rest easy sir, and seem 2 always asking me what their daughter’s recent cell phone number is as I seem 2 know it out there. They give me funny looks when I tell them there R no cell phones or anything like this, and I am wrong, as all that is here, is there, and the difference is that there, it is as real as U wish 2 make it B real, whereas mortal world interaction is not so easy 2 wish on and off or dream-shift in and out of. She does indeed have a cell phone and a number, when SHE wants 2, or when her dad wants her 2. Wow, and no broccoli anywhere in/Ricktown, if GB Senior doesn’t want any there, all though I have told him on more than one occasion that I can fix a broccoli dish that he would love, but he tells me in no uncertain terms what I can do with that dish. Just come over and visit me at www.morianity-foundation.com where some of these things R talked about. But 4 more than 2 and a half decades, the lyrics on Lois Foca disturbed me quite deeply, as I thought to myself, how can I rationally explain what Sarah-Stacey means when she talks about my seeing her on TV. Now, finally, the Johnny Nash skies R clearing up 4 me on these mysteries.

Something needs B touched on a quick seck here. I have been looked upon by many that don’t want to even try understanding me and what I have been put through at the hands of something that no human could ever even possibly comprehend, as a judgmental hater, someone that only finds fault, talks trash, and is filled with seemingly crazy sounding idiotic delusions and psychosis’s. UR not wrong if this is your quick judgment of me, but remember this rapies and germios: Your fragile old innocent mother just got brutally fucked with and murdered, so tell me, how do U feel about the sons of bitches and daughters in this case, that caused this nightmare? Don’t tell me that U wouldn’t probably drive down to Johnson and Turners Electric and blow the bastards away and them plug yourself, and this is just one of thousands of constant evil things that these wicked and brutal creepy turds have done 2 me 4 30-40 fucking years, what, I’m supposed 2 go over and kissem? In your freaking dreams nightmarioblow!!!!!!! B fucking real’e people, if some bunch of liquid shitholes did 2 U what has been done 2 me, U would have shot up a Mickey Dee or a mall a long time ago. But I was raised by a special mother who brought me up right, or there would B some not so lucky people in this world tonight, I will never use violence of any sort, nor do I in any way advocate its use, even by a potential helper, and all I meant to say on another PB, regarding the Mary Moore Bridge, was that if some home growns as the feds may call U, or me, did use Quietacid, I was not advocating the use of this tool, but thanking some HG for caring enough 2 do something against a bunch of evil scum that torment and torture me, an innocent citizen with no criminal record that never did any harm 2 a single soul, physically, and even metaphysically, I am only fighting back after I am attacked, I am in war, and did not have any part in declaring it, nor am I a willing participant in it, I do what I must do, and was taught that those who live by the sword will die by it as well.

Pussy command is way up, and so is Muzak teasing, and tall and large giant pussies R off the freaking scale. It is as bad as the disco years. Maybe Angela and U don’t want the towers back, but big Bin El never thought they would fall down in the first place. This is no ordinary situation, but I must limit what I admit to knowing and what I can safely say on the internet, as I know more than I can say about all of this. The song on Donna’s HSM Dr. Margaret album from when she was Donna Gaines, about the 12th day in September at the Waverley Theatre, there is no song like this in Rado and Ragni’s HAIR, the great 60’s Broadway Musical Play about the rebellion against authority, the drafting 4 the Vietnam War, and long hair, which is a major biblical reality, and the great SAR herself has long beautiful hair, the precise words in the Title Song. Donna Gaines then went onto marry a dude whose last name was Sumer, and then she stage named herself Summer, and was known by many as disco’s queen, or one of 6 female artists tying her 4 the role of queen, and roman numbers of 6 is VI, as in SAR-AH’s great gang, her mighty beautiful VI-QUEEN’s. All the songs in the Broadway show and the movie, R known to me and the world, but here is a song she did on her own album in Munich, Germany, and it was pressed at Atlantic Records, their division called Presswell in the Atlantic County, where I live here in Southern New Jersey, USAESMWG. I could say a million words, and all of the imagination of James Patterson would not come close 2 what I could tell the world about a magic triangle, 3 time warps that triangulate, and I know that Summer knows about it all, as she knew some of the people at my studio, as well as the town where the great HADDONWOOD health and swim club was in, Deptford, NJUSAESMWG, and this as well is a story longer than a line stretching all the way beyond the damn moon!!!!!!!! The King-Soifer World Lab of the future of this Earth, in 80-90% of all universes in the great and unfathomable total HS [hyperspace] knows about the Briggpipes system, the secret of the water towers, and Y the entire Atlantic City political system is so far beyond crooked, criminal, and over testosteronized. They also know that when I returned home from a road trip with my friend whom they murdered a few years later along with my mother and his mother leaving few witnesses around JJ McCoy, I had my Satan/Saturn car wrecked while parked outside a psychic reader’s house, also in Deptford, NJUSAESMWG, who Donna has major friends there in the area at a place in town called the AME Church of Deptford, and because I needed some valuable information that cost me a 350 thousand dollar bankruptcy by my not having one magic alpha numeric piece of knowledge, while my huge search and quest to locate All Mighty Jehovah Goddess Scylla, was just getting started. This magic series of 23 characters will B given to all of the present and the future right now, and the gods help me bwaby-wuv Fudd. It is REFI CULO LOPPA 0073569906. Oh the freaking gods need 2 help me, as the AWEN show called MOUNTAINPEN is about to get even more exciting than ever, if this is conceivable and imaginable, my loyal Morians, and not so wonderful Lessians. Diana Arteemis told me the show’s name is called MOUNTAINPEN, with an audience of 98.7% throughout the entire Olympian Province, and the total residence is in the quatoradecillions, a number something like one times ten to the power of 45, and Einstein would choke trying to grasp its fullness, so don’t even try. My popularity is also YI must remain totally obscure in my life that connects to Mountainpen, or so I’ve been informed by the great goddess of LIGHTNING herself, DIANA ZUDLOWCRENESIA ARTEEMIS.

Tuesday evening I was at a local town food store, the Shop Rite of Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG. Mr. Himacane was a few aisles away, and as I came walking along the front check out aisle, 2 luscious hot Horney hunnies in their early twenties came in and not only flirt-looked at me, but what one said to the other about what she wanted 2 do with me is just 2 sexually explicit for my blogging fancy. 3 hours or less earlier, a gang of young sluts in a car were stopped in a red light traffic pattern, exactly where I was parked, while my friends Ed and Ann Silva were at a dollar store on Bellevue Avenue in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG. They were shouting at me on a mega bull horn that silly people purchase at electronic shops, saw them 30 years ago, and back then got this kind of stuff every day and every hour, I was thin and young, it was 30 years ago 4 Chrissake. They took turns asking me out and some other nonsense, I just ignored them and eventually the traffic moved and they had to move along, even though at first they did not, and got honked at twice B4 they gave up on flirting with me and getting ignored back. When constant attacks by MO reach a boiling point, the pussy-command goes literally off the measuring dials and scales.

Soon, in the next few blogs, World Lab, and the present few who care, I will get into my life starting with the first summer that I no longer was going down to the great Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. In the spring of 1971, my mother thought it 2B in my best interest to attend a private church controlled school in Exton, PAUSAESMWG, by the name of Church Farm School, one of the history markers needed 2B understood, as the great Donna Gaines Summer Sudano names her farm ranch by a very similar name decades ago but long after my attendance at this school for a very short stint, only 5 or 6 weeks, B4 getting the fuck knocked out of me by a kid named Bob Jurik, who was paid by the Mary Carter Paint Company, the CIA, of the USAESMWG, to do this, and wreck my last chance 4 some normal non-special-ed, education. Donna’s 56 acre place is called the faith farm estate, FAITH AS IN CHURCH, THEN FARM, AND where a boy is schooled, may easily double up as his winter estate, although a boy does not actually own anything. My 1971 through 1981 life is every bit as wild, yet totally connected to the previous decade of mortal world time. This is topic for future web logging. 4-D just will not permit it at present. In closing, I parked a week ago at the Hammonton Wall Mart lot where I told U or maybe I didn’t, I forget, a giant strawberry blond fell 4 me like a ton of bricks in a Richter 12 earthquake, but I would not have been parked next to her vehicle changing the reality of her following me all the way to my car, if it wasn’t 4 the fact that I had first parked at a different area in their lot. Along comes a van blocking my view of the door, as Ann Silva, my friend, was picking up a few items while I waited with Ed Himacane 4 her in the car. Suddenly I realized the side window facing me had a huge sign on it pertaining to “SWEET 16”. Stacey was thinking upline in her world of her days at the shore and her sweet 16 party, and that thought down lined into all of this downline creation of all of our time and space and transdimensional hyperspace, the entire multiverse is her upline thought, we, all of this and all of us, R her thought from upline, as we literally exist through the 6th dimension as her down line thought. I did not like the symbololgy of all of this, plus the vehicle blocked our view of the door, and we were anxiously anticipating Ann Silva returning 2 the vehicle. Between both being blocked, and the sweet 16 crap, I re-parked. When Ann still did not come out of the? Wall Mart, Ed and I decided to walk in and there she was checking out. The giant beauty queen saw me and would not stop flirting with me, she was way over six feet, and voluptuous in both figure and face, not a day over 28. What she does not understand that I think of women 10-15 years older than her as children. I am an old man, and have lived 4 all fucking eternity, and all I want is 2 find Nirvana. Of course, I know better, and as Diana and Stacey tell me very often, oblivion or Nirvana is not lost. She follows me all the way to her car, and when I didn’t make all over her, she made that sound that people make when they R angry and disgusted at someone or something, U know, when U take your tongue 2 the roof of your mouth near your upper front teeth, a sound sort of like pronouncing sca, oh well, throw in the missing “YLL”, with it, and we have not only SCYLLA, but Sweet-16 to boot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Brown eyed bush burner, I do love U great Scylla, just try and bear with me, as now I figured out what U wanted me 2 do, and what my mission on this miserable Earth was, and is, and that is 2 post my story of all of this, MY TRUE story no matter how far fetched it may sound, and put it out to the future and anyone now over the World Wide Web, the great Al Gore Highway of the Interconnected Network of Computers. I am a frail little human, bare with me great teen queen Scylla Jehovah, I do love you, and am always your faithful doggie Yancy. World lab, I love her, no one can stop my love 4 her, GAVEEECHIO?????????

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Blog #17, Rats, Tats, and Playing Real [Non-Eagles] Football,
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Well, for two straight geeks and weeks, they have put me through a living shit-hell!!!!!!!!! Everyday this month is off the scale super botbar and super high Calliotammic as I refer 2 it as!!!!!!!!!! Computer is acting very weird also, and I will not B making a long blog, but it is the sworn duty to every officer of the court in this wicked and evil natio nation ratio ration, to avenge my MAJOR DEATH AND MURDER, AS I HAVE INDEED BEEN MURDERED BY THESE WICKED AND EVIL PEOPLE, mentioned in all dying utterances and declarations on all and any of my prior web-logging. Motorcycle trash R major bad, as they were 4 me back last Sunday, forgot 2 mention this on the post-weekend blogs, and last night my home theatre was hit again on several occasions, the mono side cut out attack, and the deactivation of a VCR machine on several occasions when on. Health attacks, road attacks, being followed and threatened and violated, and the list reads like a who’s who in the “India Poverty Registry”, sorry Kali my love. I am despised 4 daring 2 B so madly in love with this fantastic great all mighty being, by our down-line perspective Aniwho.

I really was stupid and humanly innocent enough 2 believe that the guard we will call [Bearded Bob] for now and in future reference, when I am referring 2 the next-door property site of the post that I pull guard duty at on weekends, came over after ignoring me for two months, and deliberately tried to hack my mind. If I listened, what a damn fool I would B, as he also is convinced in the reality of those existing will get 2 experience oblivion and nirvana, same diff. I know 4 a fact that this is not true, as would anyone who would do precisely what I am about to tell, for the um-teenth time, just to make a more emphatic point. Try 2 understand something rapies and germios. If a bizarre set of esoteric coincidences were not directly in charge of directing a gargantuan plot on a cold December night into early morning, back in the year of 1969, my entire life, would B on such a totally different course, not only would none of these blogs B here, but internet and today’s world and this new age would not B. Complex pieces in a cosmic equation include Reagan being shot by Hinckley, and living verses dying, as in many hyperspaces, he lived, and in many he did not live, and also the great Lottery Cat would never have revealed himself 2 me, nor would lightning, nor through her, her cousin, Sarah-Stacey. Lois Foca, the song would not B in the US © office in Washington, DC, nor would any song I wrote ever, nor would they ever had been written, nor would I ever had been employed at the world renown Recorded Publication Sound Recording Studio. Never would Donna Summer have done her version of HAIR, musically, and HSM does indeed with no jokes meant, stand 4 both HYPERSPACE-ME’S AND HIGH SCHOOL MUSICALS, Doctor Margaret, of the Institute 4 Medical Research, Doctor Coryell. His and Her Majesty owned many a ship also, throughout many of my long centuries of existing in your mortal world HELL!!!!!!!! Another HSM, wow, ain’t there lots and lots ofem????????????????? Russell Thaxton U must understand, ON A SCHOOL NIGHT, rang my apartment door bell at one o’clock in the freaking morning, and if my mom had not been out on a date with Mr. Crown that night, both of us would have gotten what U all call in this weird modern, can’t obey the bible and hit your kids world, a time out so long that it would encircle the galaxy and then spin off into intergalactic deeper spaces. Don’t Fornication Upon Consent of King-ing Godsdamn laugh, this shit ain’t funny. Major aerial harassment is also ongoing; as I speak a loud roof scrapper is violating my civil rights and those of Mr. Himacane’s. This air siege is finally today, picking up what I call a major lapse in ‘pussy-command’. It has been very low based on a parallel event that brings it higher and higher up, the more the air siege without any let up continues 2 occur!!!!!!!!!! I literally, could have said hi 2 10 luscious young cakes around 25-35 and had my way with them, the way some were eyeballing me, I think I would honest to the gods been raped if I had been alone somewhere, and they were in one bunched up gang. Two of them in a food store in Stratford, NJUSAESMWG literally wanted to pinch my ass, to me this is all disgusting, I am old school, but my hearing is not failing nor fooling me, I heard what I heard, and saw them out of the corner of my eye, while bending down to get some tuna fish placed on a low shelf in the store. Think about what I could do to this EVIL EMPIRE, on any given day when so much of there siege results in this major freaking heightened PUSSY-COMMAND!!!!!!!!! I know that all of this sounds nasty, but we cannot always B as Tommy Roe polite when explaining things pertaining 2 so much gods awful wickedness and demonic activity. It amazes me that I can only talk to the future, but thank the gods, that U at least R listening 2 me, and THIS IS ‘ROCK’ THE GREAT’S, STAR TREK EQUATION, AS HE IS CRUSHING POOR SHATNER HALF 2 DEATH, with the emphasis of an emotional Hercules, that “THEY” absofuckinglutely knew that I would realize later if not SOONER, that who cares whether or not anyone is listening to me today? The unborn can hear me right now on the fourth dimension, thanx to the reality of distance delay teck or as it is called in the future DDT2, almost in fun, so it never can B wrongfully confused with the original DDT pesticides of the middle 20th century. No Bearded Bob, I am not trying 2 convince present day populations of shit anymore, my common sense eventually kicked in, nut smart as UR Mr. Chemical Engineer by week day and guard by week end, U know nothing about astrophysics nor the general and special relativity equations postulated by a good friend of my dad’s, My Einstein. Y won’t U send back some pop-ups 2 help me out of this nightmare, World Lab? Is it not strange and wildly weirdly coincidental that those tow friends of Sarah, Paula and Nina, R in this time period or a later one, into the more humane networks of society? Yeah, I search on Google two Sabrina; everybody does Except President Hopeful Branch. Anyone that does not C the wild coincidences and far out cousinly stories all taking form, has never Goggled up this entire story that I have been telling 4 close 2 two mortal world Earth annual periods, [years]. Godda freaking admit, it is a bit fantastic, am I really so wrong?????????

Well, I sent my 2 grand 2 the E-Trade and opened my account 2 days ago, and started with 2 long positions on the Dow Index Futures, and this means a profit of 200 bucks per every one hundred points that it climbs, so harass me all U fucking want 2 ya filthy pricky bastard toilet-seat-rockers!!!!!!!!!! Since the air shit won’t quit, fine and dandy mommy jumpers, as I speak a super low pass again, and planes both small and large, civilian and military, small but nasty kemtrails R back, loud jets and choppers as well, plus all that nice pussy-action!!!!!!!! Utility attacks, computer Lattisaw jack hack attacks, home theatre and other devices weirdly manipulated under the total control of the GMC, the GREAT MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Yeah, guess it was my destiny 2B surrounded one way or another with Stacey’s, as even my landlady’s college daughter is a STACEY, and spelled with the [E], the way the all mighty spells her name, go ahead plane, crash right the fuck in front of the trailer park, WHERE THE FUCK IS MULLICA TOWNSHIP POLICE and the NEW JERSEY STATE POLICE, when your constitutional and civil rights R getting totally wiped and whacked!!!!!???????????? I plan 2 take advantage of the pussy command, and get a string of luscious girlfriends as well, so Mizz Benitar, just keep hittin’ me with your best fucking shot, U just ga’hed and freaking fire away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hello to the future, screw back here in the time period where I am living. I know all about the King-Soifer World Lab, and I in the year 2301 jump out of a skycar 2 my death, after I get kidnapped in Brigantine, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, this universe and hyperspace catalogue as of time and date printed at top of this web logging report datfile. Officially, this is datfile 00001, and no matter what blog title or number that supersedes this one, each one will now become DATFILE 2, 3, 4 and continue 2 proceed upwards in chronological order. Chronis himself came to Brigantine in PLAYFIELD JZPXTEY-2953687, under the name in this datfile game, of Zudlowchronus, in some of my website docs and blogs on other non-site locations, I refer to the differences in spelling only 4 the record, that astrally HE sometimes spells his name with and sometimes without the English letter of [N]. Thank U for almost wrecking this horrible town a while back with SUNMAG. I need lots more natural disasters, floods, hurricanes which 4 two seasons have been blocked by Briggbase enemies using ANTIMAGNETICSOUNDMACHINE TECK, tornadic activity, volcanic activity, and tectonic platasonics, and water displacement balance teck, THANK U. I definitely need major help, this video game set to AVM is unfair and I challenge it on a 29-TFWPCG official level. Within a few months, a 16000 + DJIA Stock Market System will B there, just as I said that it will, as everything I say comes true, in every shade of black and blue, and still I wait 4 them 2 state, that I am here, Mizz Kirshty. U all know out in 2301 that Russ Thax came over in this video game set on AUDIO/VIDEO/MATERIAL-full trace lazar scan, [FTLS] and that the first move was having Misses Goodfellow 6-D-influenced or SDI, 2 get horny and rape him, committing the heinous act of child abuse, endangerment, and contributing 2 the delinquency of a minor. Then move 2 was to SDI him to find the unopened fifth of straight Vodka, open it, and drink it all down in his room, the Ross Midnight Action was now further embarking. Then, since he knew we would both B literally floor wiped by my baseball bicep mom if caught together at 1 AM on a school night, or any night, he was in move three of VG-AVM SDI’d to come over with some strange ‘knowing’ that my mom would just happen 2B out on a date with boyfriend-Sid. Then move 4, as the RMA, or the Ross Midnight Action continued 2 progress and ensue, he SDI’s me 2 burn the remaining half of the magical contents of the locked ‘sea chest’ appearing box, in my bedroom apartment closet, in that early hour in early middish December in 1969-AD, in New Jersey, USAWSMWG. Now the super wowish RMA, remember from PB, the song Diana Ross had in 1985 called CHAIN REACTION, and what was the other object that was in the box B4 the great Sarah-Stacey Jehovah took it out of there both physically and astrally, but THE CHAIN, given 2 me by John Henningsen, given 2 me by a mister Hans Worshing from the Philadelphia Boys club and the Big Brother’s Association of America. 2301, U all know my complete story back here in what U perceive as your past, but I am real here on a 3 dimensional plane, and just because more than 29 decades separates us in photonic distance, it is the same space on the fourth dimension. IC that all of the Google system now fits into your grand scheme of all of this, right down to this AVM DATFILE GAME $, and includes all that I have been put through and experimented with. Now, I ask for a RELIEF-CLAUS, under the ACT OF UNUSUAL PRIORLIFERS DISCOVERIES or the Relcla of the UPD ACT, THANK U!!!!!!!!! I will now send back all of my material to all of the times to the United States Library of Congress for official ©. I demand a GAME OVER, please make papers appear in the 1990’s about this video game and Sarah Krassle. Thank U 4 compliance under the UPD Act.

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GOOGLE-SWIS-WORLD LAB- official web documentation @datfile #1: MARK MOHR/MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN

All blogging is co-copywitten in these names, if these names R on these blogs.

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Help Me Great Sarah-Stacey Krassle

Blog # 16 of “RATS, TATS, AND PLAYING REAL NON-EAGLES FOOTBALL”
091707.611

Well everybody, here comes quite a freaking story, so B bathroom relieved, get your beer and pretzels, or whatever, your comfy-chair, and etcetera, and let us go, or if I were the purring cat radio of the Callio/Martino Somers Point, NJUSAESMWG area, I now would B telling U to “Grab some tail and hold the shit on”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

First, starting on Friday the seventh of September, of the year Ano Dominae of two thousand and seven, I have been under a major MO death siege, and once more in reiteration, this stands 4 MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES. I also have shortened this to MILOTA, same diff, it all can B translated in totally synonymous meanings, to liquid pig shit, mixed with sour vinegar, hurl juices from all the patients receiving chemotherapy, and further meshed together with those extra niceties such as beer urine, dog dung, monkey cum, and aides infected blood. Yummy in the tummy, drink up Milota, but let me do video distance delay Swiscan and observe your facial expression, pweeeze!!!!!!! My Morians, I am getting kemtrails, planes, choppers, big time health attack death beams and sky poisons, utility attacks, breaking and entering into my trailer, violations of all of my Civil Rights as a legally born law abiding United states Citizen.

Let me start with the attack at 10:30 this morning, a super loud and low milituforce plane and then a half hour later, a milituforce roof scrapping house shaking chopper, struck me, zenithing my personal space, to keep this Dirtbag stock market from ever going in any direction other than up into the fucking stars. I am going to open an E-TRADE on-line trading account, and do what I should have done when the market crossed 12,000 points 4 the first time, as I swore that I would do, but fucking pussied out!!!!!!! Admitantly, I actually lost one more bet than I won in opposite shooting, by in fact winning more bets out of 36 non-green spins than I lost, with 4 green house vig pop ups. On the 10/100 betting level, we would lose as a partnership one time, or $90, and then add on 4 half-loss betting amounts for the house vig, or $55 times 4, or $220. Minus 90 and another minus 220 totals a $310 total loss, we each thereby would lose $155.00, and this happens about 1 out of 8-10 times, and this weekend was one of those times. Still in the last 10 paper play games, I am now still roughly holding a 70% loss out of the total 360 non green spins of outcomes of numbers of 1-36. Hence, by my losing my $10 betting amounts, Eddie Him would B winning his $100 betting amounts. Starting 2C yet my readership how I am about 2 kick some serious and quiet ass at the Atlantic City Casinos, and very soon, so if Eddy or I develop more health problems that interfere with our ability to go there and play, I accuse all of the mobsters and Briggers and all others whom I have accused on all of my prior DYING MANS DECLARATIONS of doing this to me and Eddie. Nothing works 100% of the time, even planets collide, even stars eventually burn out, and without getting into high dimensional scientific math equations, and keeping it simple, nothing is an absolute that is based on any type of statistical situations. Parallel event 4 example when applied to various things, have various degrees of long run effects. With roulette, applying two of the number parameters against the remaining third one of the following spin, such as every time a black and odd comes out, the next outcome has 26 highs and only 4 lows, UR now at a table where U can take advantage of this running parallel event. The long run play advantage on playing anything where a ration between these, and I SAID A RATIO MACHIME MIND, Aniwho, the advantage is 7% over 50/50, provided this ratio is 5:1 or greater. 26:4 is indeed a 5:1 or better ratio. Don’t get excited Governor Corzine and Sora, but I know what I know, and this is going 2 lead me into a new topic soon, and will B in this blog. So stay-C tuned my Morians, and Lessians!!!!!!! Spell checker wants me to change my non-Morians to female gays, but again, I know what I am talking about, do all of U really????????

Despite the evil empire scoring against me last week with huge gains on all of the entire evil trilogy, which as U all ready should have known would B the case from reading the first blog that I posted last week regarding the major attack last weekend at my work site, that began this 11 day and counting super nightmare attack 4 me, I still managed 2 post 3 major blogs last week containing a warehouse of shit that I know that ‘they’ did not want up on the Blogger dot com website!!!!!!!!!! I will go on telling and rating, all the things that these wicked satanic dirty sleaze balls do 2 me until the day I get put into a box and laid to rest, which of course is your MW viewpoint on death and dying 4 the most part. However, I know only 2 well that I am using Google and Blogger, and my own website of www.morianity-foundation.com as basically a TIME CAPSULE. This is not so different from the many dozens of tightly wrench capped soda bottles that I buried all over a roughly 3000 square mile area in 5 counties and 2 states, with messages in them back in 1987, 1987, and 1988, that I have buried in holes roughly 40 inches deep. Still this is the low teck time capsule and was the only avenue of opportunity available 2 me at that present time, whereas now, wow, I have the Al Gore Boulevard, [information highway], or said perhaps better with some deflation of ego 2 one individual, the interconnected network of the personal and business computer system of the globe. I know all 2 well that not many R reading my stuff, and those that R, think that I am the epitome of Looneytuneville. This is OK, but over the weekend, the next door guard whom I told this blog that I’ve not seen 4 close to two months now, appeared at my post on all 3 of my working shifts, just popped back into my life. I know a mission from the sixth dimension is behind this occurrence, they really take me for the President of the Stupidity Club of Planet Earth. He was mentally manipulated to come over and attempt 2 discourage me from my blogging efforts and activities with my website, telling me and it is true, I’ll admit 2 it, that everyone is in their own little world, and unless U are a name recognized person, no one will read or care about anything that U ever write and publish/post up 2 a web logging site. A simpler translation would B that if Britney or Lindsey started a blog, and told the silliest things in the world, it would get millions of hits, first because of WHO they R, and secondly because they R young honey female knock outs. I do not dispute this, but more to the story exists here, as is the case with all things, but a person needs to really carefully scrutinize the facts in their entirety and totally analyze even the remote and distant parts that make up a reality situation, B4 throwing their last towel into the cold dark sea, and then just stand on the jetty shivering to fucking death!!!!!!!!!! I am using Pyre Labs and Google and Blogger dot com, and my website, not to communicate with those living so much in the here and now, but mostly, far out into the future spaces of the fourth dimension. On the 3rd dimension, 600 years away is just that, it is 600 light years of photonic distance away from presently interacting waves and particles that make up our reality and that of all around us as people of the Earth, but on the higher 4th dimension, these waves and particles R all in one clump, together meshed and mixed together. On this 4th dimensional space, the present, and 50 million years back or ahead, all is one and the same, just not here in the conscious world that exists inside a more limited three dimensionality. Translation to the 2nd grade, as I pen these blogs, people that will not pop out of their moms in third dimensional space, the yet un-born, R those that I am speaking all of this 2 and revealing what I have learned from the two loves of my life, the great lightning goddesses, Diana Zudlowcronesia Arteemis, and Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle. These lovely teen queens R still teen queens in your future time as well, they R the sane yesterday, today, and tomorrow, as explained above in the fourth dimension, and then complexities far beyond this also R involved in the cosmic mix. So whoever comes to and reads any of my blogs or comes 2 my website, in the world of today, this dark aged 20th/21st century era, fine and dandy. Welcome, UR one of the chosen few who thirst and quest 4 the real truth not some cult or religious organization, that after all is said and done, is interested in two things, the money it can get from its flock, or the sex it can get from other cult members. This also is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow, some things in the mortal world just never change, and this is a total fact of life 4 Hair, Blair, and all of us.
Hopefully now, I can tell my troubles and what some force is doing, to wreck my life for 40 years or so; 2 a more enlightened and socially advanced population, praise B to the great Sarah-Stacey. Speaking of the All Mighty, I will B posting a song that I recently wrote lyrics around a melody that I wrote in 1997, and it is called, “She’s Sarah-Stacey”. My 4 new song posts will B this one, Lois Foca, MO, and That’s The Way It Goes, written in 1969, and rearranged slightly in 1981 when the song was sent down for (C) to the Library of Congress Copyright Office, along with a set of other tunes.

Do not get me started with EXPLORATRONS, TRACEDUPS, PLAYFIELDS, and ASTRAL WORLD ENTERTAINMENT NETWORKS, or AWEN. Believe it or not, AMEN was really pronounced differently once, and a few Trapis Monks , one of which invented the game of ROULETTE, SRI HERMAN ROULE, and a few KNIGHTS TEMPLAR and SECRET MASON ORDERS, and ROSICRUCIANS, the real ones, not the piss-ant new-agers, and some Varagi Masters, and Himalayan Buddhists, and a rare few other ‘knower’s’ and ‘seers’ know of this major secret, and Merlin, the great wizard was one of them, and when he tried to tell King Arthur about it, he went mad and needed 2B secretly ‘towered’.

Here is the truth about the 2280’s, 300 years ahead in the 4th dimension from the times of my residing at Robin Hill and recording my dance demos, and being employed at RPL Sound Studio, and the rest of the total packaged nightmare. It was the end of the 80s, the late autumn of 1988, and I worked 4 a very crooked and evil security outfit that had their private detective license pulled more than once, but they regained their business by simply changing names and starting all over again, the Dario family. They had a lovely daughter who reminded me quite a bit of my Sarah, but that is all there is to this part of the story. One day they had me working on a post that amounted to no more than my sitting in my car at an intersection in Philadelphia right under the highway over passing me called I-95. The intersecting streets that I refer to are Walker and Water Streets, in South Central Philadelphia. Dorthea Dario had sent inspectors to all the sites with the weekly paychecks for all of their security guards. My pay was way short and I drove 2 blocks to a Wawa or some little store near the river so that I could call the office and tell her my pay was short, and there were phones at this store, and this was in the days B4 cellular telephones. She landed into me and hollered at me and cursed at me, and was so monstrous, that I drove back on site, sat there 4 an hour, and then decided my life was so hellish and this was the straw that broke my back as well as the proverbial camel’s. I drove my car right into the Delaware River, off of a pier nearby and through a barrier, and sank to the bottom of a murky deep water system, dark and cold. Suddenly water was gushing in and no door would open. I drowned and remember being back in my car at Walker and Water Streets, dry and warm, heater running loud and delivering powerful nice heat. I tried 2 move, but could not so much as wink an eyelid. I tried to yell as hard as I could, but again, nothing!!! This went on what seemed, and this is the Stacey’s honest truth, days and days, and then all of a sudden I could move, suddenly like magic, but no time had ticked by. I had looked at my car radio clock just B4 driving the short 2 blocks from the post site, into the Delaware River. It read 7:12 Post Meridian. It now was showing its bright red digits of 7:14, just two lousy minutes of time passes. Where was I for this endless period of still coma, and why wasn’t I dead and drowned? How did I get out of the bottom of the river? I did, that is all I know. Then, 2 entities were just there, in my back seat, little child or dwarf like things with long line type of eyes. Olympian’s have these types of eyes on the Astral Plane. At the time, I had little awareness of such things, I did not say any, I said little. Let me continue now bringing this story around to its ultimate loop where we talk about the great Paula Flatire Kong King!!!! She 2 this day follows me around and flattens my tires, I caught her doing this to my vehicle outside John Kennedy Hospital, where my mother flat lined after all these wicked Lambrig cultists did what they did to her that none of the great medical experts could ever get to the bottom of and medically figure out, not the areas finest neurologists and brain surgeons and cardiologists, and the list is laundry length. She was letting air out of my driver’s side front tire when I came out from visiting my mom after she regained consciousness but was never ever the same again. U prosecutors of these Jersey county’s should B so ashamed of your filthy rotten selves, letting so much fucking crime go outrageously unpunished while claiming I am a delusional mentally ill nut case. If Jack McCoy was not a phase four prosecutor from a fictional television show and I could get to tell my hellish shit 2 someone like him, wow would my troubles B on the way towards an end, and MO’s problems would B just about 2 begin, big-time. A left side major death angel attack just struck me here as I penned this at quarter past jive five, it is major, and still after a full minute is just starting 2 dissipate. Anyway, back 2 the 2 entities that were suddenly JUST in the back seat of my car, all weird and with a sort of a semi-glow, at Walker and Water Street’s, and Sorry Wall Street, but U’ve hit me hard and long, now this story needs come out, hold on Mizz Cat purr, a tail spin should result, and if it does not, I will simply buy one contract on my credit card and start fucking E-trading, just try 2 fucken’ stop me bwaby-wuv Elmer!!!!!! They told me all about the World Lab, but it was not until AD2007 that I learned that Paula King the teen queen friend of Sarah who would go on 2 produce descendants that would someday control the world. Finally, a world will B controlled by the scientific community instead of these morons in politics and religion. These 2 powerful structures that R there 2 impose ways that all semi-educated and half intelligent persons fully know R there for the sole purpose of population and civilian control. Scientists on the other hand by their very nature R quite the opposite and this control and greed world of the ego that exists in most of global society today, will B wiped clean out within a couple of centuries. Unfortunately, unlike the conceivers of Star Trek, there R as yet other unforeseen evils ready 2 instantly replace these old day negatives, with an entire and yet 2B fathomed huge new set of problems, problems do not go away on this miserable Earth, they merely change in their form and adapt very nicely with the ever moving spirit of the times, whatever these times may B. Aniwho, they told me all about this World Lab, that it was there in the late third of the 23rd century, and that in 2301 an incredible accident happened leading to send-backs and popups that R in this present time, and with numerous agendas. Nothing is ever precisely as predicted and written in a prophetic book, but read Doctor Bruce Goldberg’s book called TIME TRAVELERS FROM OUR FUTURE, in case UC me as a rambling sickie on a mental disability and with a credibility of zero-minus, as here is a normal by accepted sociological standards dude, with a Doctorate in Philosophy, a PHD for Chrissake!!!!!!! Tracedups and playfields causes the originals when in sub-conscious states by the mortal world MW view of looking at this, to ‘dream it in’ so 2 speak, and ‘controllers’ who R high positioned in this astral entertainment network, can trace copy the dream travelers or the EXPLORATRONS, and enter into their interactive playfields. I was placed in a beautiful garden area where a building sat that only I knew about. Sarah-Stacey appeared 2 me 10 or more years older than I normally C her at her endless 16th birthday. She was quite a young lady, and every bit as beautiful as ever, and she told me that she was “going to destroy all life on the world that she had created and the world and the heavens around it as well”, quote me, I would dare not lie about something of this magnitude. I begged her not to do this 4 the gods only know what reason, as right now I admit that I wish this galaxy would turn into a mud of shit. Aniwho, her words back 2 me after I had put in this emotional request, begging her on my knees, “Because U loved Diana, I will spare the world 4 now”. This happened, and if I lie, it is on me with the eternal weight and value attached that naturally would B on matters in line with these. All of these exploratronic interactions or interactions that mortals in phase 3, shift into while here and dropping out their conscious mind or [falling asleep] as the MW would so term this, occur when U do not simply return to the astral realer or truer higher reality that all ready UR existing in. However, this is not the case all the time, and when we do not shut off here and resume there, not that really any parallel connection is any realer than we all choose 2 make it B anyway, but in these such instances, instead of as mystic guru’s of the esoteric would put it, dreaming on the astral plane or realm, we instead R interacting [dreaming] in hyperspace as sort of a recessant personality against and compared with another HSM or hyperspace me, only the dominant other world or parallel universe counterpart, he or she is in a conscious wavelength, and to him or her, U the dreaming invader to that world R an EXPLORATRON. This is one of several ways in which some ‘travelers’ of the ‘mind’ [6th-D] is mind, get caught in a no-return cosmic rip tide that leads down into the sub life of the microbes, germs, viruses, and the split leveled awarenesses in the subatomic and sub molecular interactions that can B labeled as PHASE 5 BEINGNESS. We cannot go here 4 a long time, U only think I have said outlandish bizarre things as of yet so far, so 4 now, I will cool it!!!!!! Paula King and Sarah and Nina, and other friends from Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic
city, NJUSAESMWG, R all part of the hugest intercycle happenings imaginable, and the chain that John Henningsen gave me, has many secrets and answers all locked up within it. Remember that if U or I dream about an object, B it your TV set or lamp or a wrist watch or a car or anything, it is now an astrally connected or more accurately astrally empowered object, right here on the physical plane. The story of World Lab is only known about presently by me, as David Roth whom also knew about, WAS MURDERED earlier in this miserable freaking century. However, a taped life journal may very well B turned over 2 some one some day, and this may get 2 various people in various futures and parts of 3-D space along the time line, missing some and hitting others, but when I tell Google, I am speaking directly to the future, so long as they remain active, and then there is lazar trace, distance delay scan, Swis, and the great lunar satellites that link up with Earth orbital’s as well, that make a huge field that can synthesize great distances. I will detail World Lab, Paula King, Sarah and her friends, whether I have sufficient claims to state with accuracy and authority that she is living on Earth, and really is the All Mighty Jehovah Goddess, and on and on, but later on in the 4th dimension we can detail these things, along with the magical and extremely powerful CHAIN, which spells CHINA in a different alphabetized combination, the first builders of bead counters, and the I-Ching, which is really, based on the first premises of computer systems, as a hexagram can B face up or down blocks on sticks or [wands], and based on the yin/yang possibilities of a throwing of these wands, each of the six are a binary code of a sorts, and this is real, it has tranced me to things that I dare not talk about today, nor will I 4 some time. The Deliverance Hex is the one that propelled and hurled me on the night or early morning of the 7th of December of 1996, to the street in Atlantic City with Sarah, at the Trinidad, and I learned that what I was searching 4 and going totally crazy over, was right there in front of my nose all along, but without the I-Ching, I would have lost it and B in a mental health facility forever out of my mind and forever nuts, millions of years of coma and insanity, is thesis somebody’s idea of Next Generation HELL, Engineer Jordy, or what?????????

Well Big brown eyed beautiful girl, no matter what U ever do 2 me, my love 4U great Jehovah Stacey is as infinite as your upline thought, and yes, I screwed up when attempting 2 explain on a PB the size dimensionality of the endless upline and downline series of multiverses that all loop together in this strange and very mysterious location that U have all heard me refer 2 as the SIXTH DIMENSION. All of everything here in the downline totaled together, can never B as great as the smallest thing above us in the uplines, and concentrically, the upline’s smallest thing is greater and larger than all of their downlines all totaled up together, but any way, my long bright brown haired teen queen, your parents nor Diana’s powerful evil brother will never stop my endless infinite love 4 U my great queen. I made some bad mistakes, but if U give me just one more chance, I will not let U down. I know U came 2 me as Giant Sharon in early August of 1998, and I blew it like a stupid scared little wuss that I am, can U ever forgive your special doggie, THAT BOY, Zeranniss Yancy?????????????

Help me Stacey, help help me Stacey, PLEASE!!

Blog #15, 091407.480, SINCE LAST FRIDAY, SUPERHELL

How much more can I take and deal with and remain somewhat sane rapies and germiblows? Ga’hed and just tell poor whittle me, as I am burning up in the fires of Dogtown. After I posted up my Dying Utterance around 6:35 or so last night, then enemy gave me another all night on the potty major diarrhea attack, the third major one since Monday’s health attack, and I will soon expose this CIA EVIL to the local hospital, and make them realize that since late 1985/early ’86, no major condition such as this could B a medical possibility without the patient having some major diagnosable condition, which I do not, it is an invisible and covert CIA/NSA/Mary Carter SIEGE!!!!!!!! First of all there is no way a major thing such as this could go on for 20 plus years, and anyone other than me, still even B alive, not lose weight down to skin and bones, and B sicker than the AMA could believe, yet continue to function a relatively normal and otherwise healthy way. Last nights hit on me caused the Phillies to start a third straight game deep in a hole with a 3 zip vig against them, and this despite my sending up a major insurance policy to the Blogger dot com site. But I wrote down some major notes 4 today’s major blog and maybe this turned it around, or maybe it was afterwards when I enjoyed myself behind closed doors with some not so nice video. I am not proud of what I must do in this war, as hopefully our great pres isn’t either, but we both do agree on this one point, if none other, and that is that one must do what one must do, and to vacillate from a well made decision can never in long run play, improve bad situations. This is ancient logic and wisdom that most great politicians do in fact attempt at least to live by. I will give Top Dog points 4 this as well. Horse changing at mid stream has caused many to lose good meals and warm covers to flowing rivers, as my husband said quite often back when the settler/invaders came to take away our land here in America, and he said this often in by white mans calendar would have been the sixteen-hundred and thirties. If I ever told U the story, I clearly remember now as a totally [gods-realized] entity, as a child as me now, Mountainpen, I would fall into a repeating ‘dream’ many a night where I was on a canoe in a lovely river with hardwood medium sized trees all around me near or at the peak foliage season, and my husband shot me with a overseas musket from France or the KING’S England, and I felt the life go out of me literally, while I slouched over in the canoe bleeding to freaking death, as it seems hub thought I was cheating with the man in the canoe, when instead I merely was getting his ideas as they were brothers, so that I could make him a gift. Always misunderstood and wrongfully accused, in all times and places, huh big Donna? Also, 2 blogs back, remember I said that in a reminder of my State of New Jersey Security Officer Registration Act, examination, a mandatory test and class for classes and licensing, that just as I had the astral N added to the word RATIO, so did the universal overall machine mind get hacked into, as even the teacher in the class of this SORA Exam, made mention that is question #18, ignore the word, it should B RATIO, yet on my blog, still another jack hack Lattisaw attack hit me, right Stacey? My words were something like, it came out Ration when I typed in ration, and naturally I meant to say that “it came out ration when I typed in ratio”, and beweeve me Elmer, I looked at the screen as I penned this now, ready to hit a delete or backspace on still another [N] after the hacked word. Astrally, adding an N to the word ration, shortens the entire 3 words that R “ratio and proportioN, which I capitalize to show this emphasis. Sometimes the word perfect program is written 2 tell your machine mind, [computer], to make a change automatically, such as above, I needed 2 retype the word proportion, or at least make the little [n] a capital [N]. I am not so paranoid as to know certain things happen that R built in 2 indeed happen, but I know when major hacking is going on, I am not a fucking total imbecile. Even now the machine is doing some strange things. Font acts up and Mr. Himacane still has not figured out all the Y’s. The line of verticality ahead of my typing stopped undulating on and off, and went still as a stiff in a pine box, then restarted again, yet this system is not doing any multitasking, possibly it checks viruses or does something on a scheduled time system that causes these temporary things, I try 2 keep an ever open mind, but times present themselves that make doing this explaining away of everything as having logical and rational explanations, is not intelligent, it is denialism, pure and simple, and plain simple OJ Simpson chess playing mean to boot!!!!! This siege started a week ago, back on Friday last, the seventh of this gods wicked month of goodol’ Seppie!!!!!! Do not get me started about the year of oh-seven as well, as it is far worse than any other worst 2 years of my almost 53 years here on this sick diseased world.

My cuz from Fort Lauderdale, FLUSAESMWG, Stuart-John Mason, had a disagreement with me back in middle-late 1994, regarding spiritual realities or ‘survival after physical death’ to B a bit more specific. We always got along well, as 2 cousins who only saw each other enough times 2 count on one hand since we were first placed in a Levittown, PAUSAESMWG home backyard kids wading pool, and now we were 40 decades ancient in current dream sequence. He would not take me up on an offer 2 come down and visit him 2 keep him company just after the passing of his parents within the same week at the local city hospital horse pistol. He should have welcomed the visit, I would have paid the train tickets and my own food expenses gladly, not that he was poor after recently inheriting as the only son and heir to a fully paid off home, and I am quite sure some other tangible assets that made his net worth come far out of the poverty man’s range. We were talking quickly on the phone about the subject of brain waves, and how much electrical energy they put out, and he was quick and stubborn, obstinately and incorrigibly ranting on in not such a nice tone that death is death, it is over, I have heard all this emphatically shouted shit many times B4 and also since, from the skeptical many who want to escape the reality that we simply exist, time is not a real thing in higher realities, so U do or U do not exist in the grand things, hence if U do, U DO, and Archie Bunker Case Closed, but still, I was not the one making such a big deal out of it, only thinking that I may B elevating some of his pain resulting from the very recent loss of both of his parents whom he loved dearly. Anyway, a much longer abridged 2 super-short, he wrote me after the phone talk and said he did not want me there 4 a visit, no explanation, and my mom who was living with me in the HIGHVIEW KIRSHTY TOOTHLESS CHEERS APARTMENTS in Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG, was totally inconsolably furious as a saber tooth tiger. She insisted on knowing the reason 4 this obvious family feud and sure as shooting at CHS and VT, he wrote and said that he did not CI2I with “your son Aunt Grace”, and did not wish 4 me 2 come down there and bother him. My mom was defensive of me when I was attacked without good and mostly any provocation, and wrote him back that she disowned him as his Aunt, and that we never wanted anything more 2 do with him, ever, and that was and still is that, to this very present day and minper. I did not care what HE believed, and was making simple conversation about brain waves and infinities within infinities, as he was college educated, a real savant quite actually, and I was only trying 2B a nice guy and share an idea, and U might think that I had called his lovely girlfriend a bitch hoe dirty sleaze bag and made a threat 2 come down and mollitauff his house windows. The truth is that he can shove his college education so far up his cunt it will come out the cavities in his freaking teeth. A quantum fact in the dynamic physics of all known mathematical equations that support all such related theories to eternities within eternities forcing waves to B endlessly trapped, goes a bit like this, as I translate it from thousands of Einsteinial formulas and high college math books and QM study: Infinities exist infinitely within infinities, looping as largest infinite to smallest infinite on the next higher special dimension. I call these multiverses inside of an upline/downline system of sorts, also the fifth dimension, or D-5, Mizz McCoo of HAIR, if minor levity B permitted me here 4 a quick minper. Upline and downline multiversality is all here because mind or the 6th-D is sending their thoughts into a creatable interaction, they literally R the hugest casting and direction Hollywood Studio of the mega gega terra peta big picture cosmos. Now this U/D total 5th dimension of reality caused or in reality due 2 this Eckankar mental realm or the 6th dimension, has a very simple equation attached to the lawtronic systems above this that R made of LAWTRONS, escapers of a previous closed infinity that loops around on a still higher dimension, and this process can by its very nature never start nor stop, as it simply loops to another one once any infinity closes its curve, the next series is all ready beyond this where it looped together and closed, but on the next highest dimension, and bringing this all down to Earth and within a better mortal grasp, brain waves of human beings range between a 3 and a 10 watt power average. It would not matter if our brains put out a great trillion watts or a measly 1X10 to the -12th watts, either way no difference is a real factor in an equation where relative one to another, the smallest upline thing is larger than anything including the total entirety of all of the uplines, and concentrically, the largest downline thing is smaller than anything including the total entirety of all of the downlines. In part, this is what causes things to loop around eventually pushing into a new larger infinity circle. It also is why brainwaves, small powered as they R, never begin nor end; only bodies come from dust and return back to it. U do not HAVE a soul, UR soul, by mortal mans’ way of perceiving this thing of SOUL. Trying to intelligently harp on and on about the 4th, 5th, 6th, and the 7th dimension, and infinities within infinities, closed curve dynamics, Lawtronics, and so forth, just cannot B further detailed right at present minper, sahwee Elmer, not sufficient 4-D. Take a line a make it long enough, and it will ultimately carry a weight due to increasing mass. Indirectly this is Y cosmic speed is limited to just under photonic motion in a near or total vacuum, and also is Y things R and must B spherically shaped in all of cosmallity. They carry weight and slow down if extending too far within critical mass complex formulas, and slam down into each other and slide into a perfect underside and hence loop around circularly in two dimensional planes, and hence in the third dimension, stars and planets, and most celestial bodies in all of outer space, slowly attempt over time 2 become more and more a perfect spherically shaped object. Naturally, some things like comets break this rule as when forces that R external also act on this otherwise universal constant of being under the influence of the 7th dimensional lawtronic systems, there can B exceptions that result. This is natural and logical, as exceptions 2 rules R what make rules, the rules, as the old expression goes. Now yesterday, where can I even hope to begin, with even a major abridged story of the hell that MO put me through. MO will now B short 4 Milituforce Otammites. OTAMM means ORGANIZED TRASH AGAINST MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN, and MILITUFORCE means 3 combined words of MILITARY-UFO-FORCE. I know that the military is indeed behind my persecution under orders of black file covert agencies such as the CRAZY INTELLIGENT ALIENS and the NO SUCH AGENCY. Disinformation from these agencies started the name No Such Agency, I did not make thuis up, but one day it got exposed like the stealth fighter and other things, and they longer could stay closeted with dynamite blowing off the front door.

Yesterday, I was having such a nice day, despite lots of shitty cud bags on noisy bikes, lots of airplanes buzzing low over me with signs on them with neon flashing lights that may as well have been there and saying, “fuck your civil and human rights, mister Mountainpen”. Much more needs B told about this large 2 motor job private plane with long white wings and sharp black wing tips. This craft is not a plane; it is a device from the worlds of the dead, the ASTRAL PLANE, called an “ALLKNOWER”. An allknower can shift into the will-shape of the occupant-user. This Brigbase filth from the Lamist Cults, the CULT OF THE LAMBRIGS, is a group of 333,333 evil astral troops, and make up one third of the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, the great AWA, or the ASTRAL-WORLD-AUTHORITY. The period of elections was not honored and a huge fix was in, and the LAMBRIGS in power refused 2 relinquish power the previous KALPA, and caused a major war in the astral heavens, that even Christian scriptures discusses in detail, and once UC what I do, a greater translation can B revealed when reading these mighty words of the great Sarah-Stacey. Anyway, Ann Silva, my very best friend, and friend of the Callio’s and the last 2 Caucasian mayors of Atlantic City, Levy and Whealon, and the lady that even babysat both Frank and Sarah Callio, the gods I know shit I wish I didn’t about these wild people, all ofem. She took Ed Himacane and me to a wonderful treated meal at Applebee’s Restaurant yesterday. They hate 4 me 2 ever have a moments peace or happiness ever, in any way at all, so when they heard me in my GPS Cartographically and digitelephonically scanned CIA/NSA/MILITARY car, telling Ann that I would gladly take her to the Hammonton Wall Mart store upon our arriving back in town, as we did not go to the local Applebee’s next door 2 the Wall Mart, as we were coming from a distant laundry mat where we washed clothes and stopped into a Farmer’s Market mall to purchase a few small items. No sooner did Ann go into the store, I walked over to the outside store benches and sat in one of them while Ed Himacane walked over along the driveway to the next door grocery store, a Super Fresh. Once alone and with no witnesses, 3 powerful young boys 11-15 or so on scooters and bikes, suddenly came up out of nowhere, cursing at me, then went on and started honking the horns of automatic powered shopping cart mover machines while the attendant disappeared coincidentally at that few minute time period, then rode into store’s front first set of doors, made trouble, were lewd, lascivious, and rowdy; and they scared me 2 death, as one had muscles almost as frightening as Madonna’s powerful beautiful leg breakers. A huge hack just hit, they love dishin’ it out, but let me fucken’ rat and tat such as this WALL MART ATTACK, I believe they R a WALL STREET DOW stock, not sure. I knew last week I was doomed after they gave me the worst weekend in the gods only know how long. Anyway, I hit no wrong keys, yet the screen pops up with the weirdest thing I ever saw in my life, and when Ed says I did something, I just agree and silently smile, as I know what is going the fuck on bwaby wuv Fudd!!!!!!!!!!! Then I come home, and some one broke in a second time to my residence, a trailer, a rented whittle shit hole with nothing of value except 2 me inside. One thing was removed by FISA, obviously, and this was a tape that I had planned to burn onto a CD or DVD to then upload to my music part of my website, www.morianity-foundation.com. They must wheelwee think I’m as stupid as a silwee wabbit Elmer, that I wouldn’t have 4 or more copies made of this and all hidden in better places, one on my very person, at all times, and will B until the upload in hopefully 5-10 days. THIS IS A MAJOR FUCKING VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL, HUMAN, AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS; SWIS, GOOGLE, PYRE LABS, WORLD COURT OF THE HAGUE, STATE AND LOCAL POLICE AUTHORITIES, AND FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION. I am breaking none of your MORTAL WORLD laws, U have no right 2 endlessly persecute and harass me ya bastards!!!!!!!!!!

Then I put up my DYING UTTERANCE and go home and attempt 2 relax with a couple LAW AND ORDER shows. Boom crash zonk big bang crush Adam West, and Batman, I get a horrendous health death beam hit me from some orbiting satellite or passing military swatter, ‘cov’ name 4 attack missions on civilian population. I was on the john until past 4 this fucking morning, and the entire week has been one horrific death beam after another from this vicious filth club. I go to take a hot bath so that I can have hot water on top of my crampt and injured stomach from this 7,845th bowel attack done 2 me since late in 1985, and suddenly with a head full of hair shampoo all lathered up in my hair, a huge frightening spider is looking at me eyeball to eyeball, and had obviously just slipped down from the ceiling, his own web site I guess, www.spiderspit.com which I would not waste time attempting 2 hyperlink into, as I am just so pissed freaking off, my humor is kicking in 2 try and calm me down a bit, it is my safeguard and pressure valve. I put on tapes of “The 3 Stooges” when it gets so bad I am ready 2 walk into a moving train, and Moe zonks curly in the eyes with that cool guitar noise, and no matter how bad things R4 me, I will still burst out laughing. I was able to squish the spider, not Elvis, and I know the plane with the wings and tips that I talked about in earlier blogging, and sent this down to the roof of my trailer. From there, insects naturally, or controlled mechanical ones, mini-droids, can easily find their way into anyone’s living space, or else we would live in air tight chambers, and not live 4 too long. This spider is not biological, it was made and is remote controlled, I did not let it go down the drain, as it survived a squishing, followed by drowning in hot sudsy bath water filled with remnants of used soap, dead skin cells, and quite a bit of Tressime Shampoo. Or however it is spelled. This is now in a jar with 2 lids, just as the fly from the outdoor Haddonwood Swum Club pool back in 1996, shortly B4 the mysterious overnight shut down of the club. The same plane flew over dropping huge biting black flies on me, they had a pool filled with young healthy teenagers with rich blood 2 attack, yet only went 4 me, over and over, making a fool out of me publicly, and causing me physical agony. I smashed one with my fist and put it in my bathing trunk pocket, and later placed it in a jar, where it sprang totally back to life. Both the fly and now Elvis the SPIDER with the astrally interchangeable letters, and not the A/O, the C/K, or the S/Z, R in jars with 2 lids, I call them the sleeper lid and the waking lid, as the lid with holes ice picked into it is the waking lid, as it lets air into the jar and they do a Duma Argon, not a Duka Agron, but wow, the tongue tying news media thing is still alive and well and living on Hal Lindsey’s Planet Earth. Yesterday was one of the top 5 horror days in my almost 53 years of me in this current dream sequence. I have literally millions of other words 2 write, but must get my rest, as I must shortly face my weekend attack tonight at work starting another 3 shift hell on my security post, sure wish the Staties would ride by the joint more and giver me some proteck, if not 4 me, for a friend of one of theirs, Elvis the Spider.

I bought a Satan Saturn car in 1994 while living in Highview Toothless Apartments, in Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG. When I took it in for a regular maintenance scheduled check up and oil change that the warranty expressly called 4, I was in the TV waiting room when out of nowhere, even though 2 other people and I were watching the channel that was on, some bitch slut comes out of the office and into our area and without saying one word, switched the station the FNN, the Financial Network News, now called CNBC. The market was flying that day, and she was TOLD to come in and do this 2 me. When I changed to a Plymouth Breeze, I swore never 2 say another good thing about SATURN cars again, and I won’t!!!!! It is part of Chevrolet I believe, and I know that they R on the Dow industrial 30 stocks, CASE CLOSED BUNK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If ever I needed your help my beautiful teen queen, it is now Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle, my endless love. Y have U forsaken me and my 62nd grampa? I am truly sorry about all I do, but I am in a war that I did not start. Pweeeze brown eyed girl, dangle your long bright brown hair all into my face and tell me that U love me and that I am always THAT BOY, I need U SAR-AH my love!!!!!

my blood is on the hands of the authorities HELP

RATS, TATS, AND PLAYING REAL NON EAGLES FOOTBALL #14 BLOG, AT
091407.765

THIS IS A DYING MANS DECLARATION AND A LEGAL DYING UTTERANCE, HENCEFORTH A LEGAL AND BINDING DOCUMENT.

SHOULD ANYTHING HAPPEN TO ME, I HAVE BEEN MURDERED BY THESE PEOPLE:

DONALD TRUMP, ROBERT MCGUIRE, SARAH CALLIO NARTINO, FRANK CALLIO, MARTINO SENIOR, EDWARD SNYDER, DONNA GAINES SUMMER SUDANO, THE ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY IN HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA, AND ANYONE ELSE DISCUSSED IN A NEGATIVE CONNATION, ON BLOGGER DOT COM ON ANY OF MY 4 BLOGS, OR MY WEBSITE.

PERSECUTION IS OFF THE SCALE, AND WHEN I HAVE SUMO WRESTLING TROUBLES AGAIN AND TROUBLES WITH YOUNG TEENAGERS, THIS IS A SERIOUS MATTER. I WAS MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS OUTSIDE WALL MART IN HAMMONTON,NJUSAESMWG, WHEN 3 YOUNG MALE CHILDREN VERBALLY ASSAULTED ME WHILE MERELY SITTING AT A BENCH WAITING FOR ANN SILVA TO FINISH SHOPPING AND EXIT. I WAS SCARED 2 DEATH THAT I WAS GONNA GET THE SHIT KNOCKED OUT OF ME, ONE HAD ARM MUSCLES 20 INCHES AROUND, WHILE I AM ALL SOFT AND FLABBY AND LITTLE.

SAM WALTON NEEDS B MADE AWARE THAT I DO NOT APPRECIATE THE LAVK OF SECURE CONDITIONS 4 SHOPPERS AT THIS STORE, I COULD GO ON, IT IS VERY BAD, IF THIS BLOG ENDS MORIANITY AND ‘THEY’ KILL ME TONIGHT, GO AFTER THOSE WHOM I HAVE ACCUSED, U WILL FIND MAJOR EVIDENCE IN MY RESIDENCE 2 SUPPORT MOST OF ALL MY CLAIMS, U WILL B SHOCKED AT WHAT I HAVE. I DO NOT YET KBNOW HOW TO WORK FONTS OR AM HACKED 2 MUCH, SO I AM NOT SHOUTING WITH CAPITAL LETTERS INTENTIONALLY, BUT IN A WAY I AM SHOUTING OUT TO THE AUTHORITIES 4 HELP, IT IS MAJOR FUCKING BAD, STARTING BACK ON Friday, and this all to make their FIXED AND CROOKED DOW JONES STOCKS KEEP GOING ENDLESSLY UP AND MY PHILLIES GET SLAUGHTEWRED, ONE FULL EVEIL EMPIRE AFTER ANOTHER, I AM GETTING FUCKING ANAHILATED, HELP ME JENIFER, HELP ME KAREN, U GODDA GET ME THE SHIT OUDDA HERE, FAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!H E L P M E!!!!!!!!!!

Blog # Bad Luck 13

BLOG # BADLUCK THIRTEEN (13) 091107.442 and GODS HELP ME.

The enemies I have caused me the worst weekend of my life, or perhaps in more honesty, a definite top ten!!!!!! Jane Dirtbag Ballpark Levinlevin just nailed me a few minpers back at Eddie’s, both with an analogue and a digital clock at eleven mini periods past eleven of the clock. Well shortly I will tell U a bit about the “Cally O’Malley” songs that will B uploaded to my website along with “Lois Foca”, and “That’s The Way It Goes”, all copyright Michael Mountainpen. There is no such person or unless there is someone by shear coincidence. U will all die laughing and rolling in the aisles when U listen to this stuff, if it doesn’t cause belly rolling pain, U know that your sense of humor is somewhere buried in a deeply secured coffin. I am being watched by an installed webcam to prove that hacks, should they start to occur, now, later, or ever, they R not resulting from me striking wrong buttons and keys, but is being done by worms and hacks that can defeat firewalls currently known about. My last 2 Prior Blogs [PB’s] have been major fucking hacked, font changed, and gapped out, just as things that I say on tape recorders get gapped out and must B said all over again. Utility attacks R on a roll, constant interference with TV and VCR remote controls, and occasional mono-left side cut outs on my home theatre, and it has been thoroughly checked out by licensed repair shops and persons who tell me that no Earthly reason is detectable by them 4 my complaints. I also told U that even though I complained to local Police Department that I have documentation that my stuff is being messed with and that my residence is being entered some how by some one and they just tried to take me off for psychiatric counseling. It is fixed, U cannot win, yet if U were watching last night’s TNT Law and Order shows, U would know that I did not make up the stuff about the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act. I do not make up nor exaggerate my problems and my hell. These attacks on me for 20-30 years R totally real and non delusional!!!!! The entire nightmare winds in and through MUSIC and the music and entertainment trade or industry. My friend who no longer is dreaming his Dave Roth dream in this part of hyperspace, HS, noticed this reality. Every single time that he or I or the both of us together, would attempt 2 do anything even remotely connected with music in any way, we literally would get assaulted, our cars would stop running like out of an exorcist movie, or any of numerous similar other type of disasters would instantly befall us that would prevent us and impede us from doing anything. One case and point, and there literally R hundreds of others, is the time that he made a decision to put his paycheck one week into a drum set. He left his bank in Gloucester, NJUSAESMWG, and was going 2 drive to a musical instrument store in Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG, and went 2 turn the key in his caddy that he never B4 had one ounce of trouble with, and NOTHING. The car was dead and not repairable; some Milituforce Otammite was able 2 even read his mind. Let us B4 going on, refresh Morianity with what mind really is 2 start with, and then I will go on harping on this music connected nightmare!!!!!!!! The sixth dimension is like an uncountable as the number would B written as one times ten to decillions of power exponents, amount of sending radio signal stations, and mind is the many individually existing receiving stations. B4 going on, a hack keeps hitting making the word station come out as stationas. Some hacks R direct government or even sickie civilian hackers and worms but still other machine mind exists as part of this sixth dimension, and this gets dangerous so 4 right now we won’t go further into here, but there also is astral hacking that enters machine mind through extremely intricate 7th dimensional lawtronic processes that I could transmit and explain, but no one out there in consciousness could properly translate and receive my sending information, it is a simple fact that is not my fault, nor your fault, but still, I must quit here regarding this. Prior blogs show how the word program exists on individual computers as well as in one universality of the overall interactive computer networking system, 4 short, the “internet”. I am referring 2 naturally, the State Sora Exam that I took earlier this year, which led me into the hugest bearishness of my life in my entire nearly 578 deci-annum’s, periods of roughly 36.5 days or one tenth years. Anyway, the sixth dimension or SD, or the mental realm or Eckankar’s Mental Plane out and above and beyond the astral, C this is my problem with an otherwise fascinating religious order, Eckankar, I do not C the order in this forward mortal view of first is here in physical life, then up next is the astral, and beyond this is the mental, the causal, the etheric, and so forth, as the great Varagi masters claim. First, I know 4 a total fact that all there is is VOID INFINITY, and from this reality of nothingness or total ZERO DIMENSION, we dream out and away and then further and further down, all the way eventually into germs and insects and microbes. Someone knows I know all this and has great power, and does not want this knowledge sent up to the Blogger site, as I experienced a major hack and nothing in this paragraph that now UR reading, came out the first time, and the web cam just saw me type it twice, and saw me the first time and yet the screen did not take it the first time, proof of my first big H A C K of the day!!!!!!!!! I have a huge persecution complex, and am a paranoid skits with delusions of grandeur and many other various sike disorders, with nothing better to do in life than holler out how invisible things and entities R forever fucking with me. B reasonable, don’t U think, I would much rather B fucking some queen, or laying back chilling with some good music or a movie, gimmie a fucking B R E A K!!!!!!!!!!! Back to SORA, and machine mind astral hacks, U know about question #18, the Sarah Karge number, and the word that was messing with me and my typing constantly while doing my blogs. The teacher went out of the way to say that the word is ratio and not RATION, as typed. This is proof of machine mind astral hacking, as when I kept getting ration come out instead of ration, that is one thing, but now, a totally non connected government system’s word program gets the same thing, yeah, there goes my delusions and paranoia and mental sickness at work, sure, OK, believe what the hell ever that U wish 2 br!!!!!!!!!!! The sixth dimension is creating interaction and varying mind and awareness/consciousness levels on both the physical heavier atomic worlds as well as the lighter astral ones. The SD is a larger thing than physicality verses astrality. It is larger than a trillion Albert Einstein minds can grasp; after all, his mind is a speck of it for the sake of the Gods. Yes, his great mind is a speck in the speck of the great unimaginable sixth dimension [D6]. Just as the Phase 4 is made up of a vastly unfathomable network of things that can never make it into the crossing barrier of physical reality from their astral reality origins. The most deadly part of the PFC or the PHASE FOUR CLUB, as I term them, is the MWHET-PFC. This stands 4 the “MORTAL-WORLD HUMAN ENTERTAINMENT TRADE of the PHASE 4 CLUB” Yes, where should I even fathom beginning any discourse on the MWHET-PFC? These R the Hollywood owners and the major music recording labels, in first the great UNITED STATES of AMERICA, and all over the planet, in any nation where there is an entertainment industry or [trade]. I have nothing against anyone, not in any government nor political position, nor in this entertainment industry, but I do know precisely what is really real, what is exactly going on, and I am smart enough 2 also know that all these blogs R mostly a waste of my time, as Lennie Briscoe the GREAT would say so perfectly, I AM HOWLING AT THE MOON. Yes Lennie, I know it, but as Ed Himacane says, my blogs if nothing else, R good therapy 4 me, it gets out of my system what I need to try 2 tell my fellow human race, whether it results in the end in total failure, or some varying degrees of mild to major success some day far down the line of the dimly lit hall of hell.

Sunday’s siege on me was horrific, some kemtrailing in the sky, but mostly, a horrendous motor cycle scum bucket gang attack, they were all over me all day like they were flies, and I was one huge fucking garbage truck, U couldn’t fathom the hell I went through at the hands of these diseased wicked demonic sick twisted bastard cock sucking scuz eating slime balls. This attack blew my EAGLES out of the water, and it amazes me that the attack was not able to cause another parallel event of the Phillies losing, but Praise the Gods, it did not, they won, fuck all of U, and a triple HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But they did make my weekend a hell beyond a hell, it was almost as bad as being in DOGTOWN, nothing compares 2 this N O T H I N G, and the periods R so long, your human mind cannot fathom sentences of 5, 10, 25, 60, 200 MK, or minnina-kalpa. Roughly 888 MW [mortal world] years equals one MK, minnina-kalpa, this is based on the great period of astral world elections, done every just over 8 million Earth years, minnina on astral realms translates to one nine-thousands of one, so take your calculator and go 8,000,000 and the divided by key and then hit 9,000, and you will get 888. I was OK until I went to the Radio Shack store in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG on my way into work, to purchase an adapter to plug a keyboard into, so I could play some new musical arrangements that I had written recently. Not one biker dirt bag was anywhere for the first several miles, but let me go and buy a musical related device, and pow, zap, zonk, slam, Adam West, and Batman, the end of the fucking world landed in my back yard with my name boldly glittering on a huge banner sign. I am simply not permitted Mister Plota as we astrally refer 2 him jokingly, as the A and O in English grammar systems, R totally interchangeable out in astrality, 2 DO ANYTHING IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM THAT CONNECTS OR PERTAINS TO MUSIC!!!!!! Dave Roth noticed this truth and I will B playing tapes on my website, many sound bites from old tapes, 2 verify all I say now in print, just need first 2 find the material, and then burn it from tape to CD and then upload it 2 my great site if I may B permitted a little bragging, www.morianity-foundation.com. [R] and [D] are both interchangeable letters as well as [A] and [O]. Also some other interchangeable sets of English grammatical lettering R the letters that pronounce bry and gwy rhyming with the letter [I], but the letters can B anything as long as they pronounce the sound, and this is Y Robert McGuire, Sarah Callio Martino, and Martina McBride, have a strange MW correlation, that I have not as yet had enough time to properly research the matter as to potential reasons 4 this instant visual symbololgy. When I figure it out or at least get some potential ideas, I will share them with my readership, admitantly I know next 2 nothing about entertainers, they R not my favorite people, they R dangerous invaders, in astral phase 4 form, not as the humans they R simultaneously, but danger is danger, and I know what I know, and fire is firs, and it can B caused from a defective stove or heater, or kids playing with matches or a strike from Goddess Diana, but fire is fire. Yeah, beware the tide that brings the music message, this messenger will B heard the loudest and remembered the longest, PLOTA, U mortal worlders know him or knew him long ago as Plato, the O and the A astrally R interchangeable, remember!!!!!! There R countless things astrally that look the same, but with an [AS] after it, or hundreds of other bi-letter combinations, the word can B a simple word such as ‘hunger’ or ‘laughter’, yet if an [AS], or [UJ], or a [XE] follow the word without a space, the word takes on a meaning based on its root word yet grows many types of adjectivities grammatically speaking. The MW Latin tongue was the first language dreamed down in a strong form of astral methodology, such as all kinds of varying LOVE, can B words such as Amos and Amot, and others, but notice how the [AMO] in the root of the word is there, describing the love of something, where as adding other letters define this to the love of a man and a woman, or the love of life, of a brother, or even a thing, such as nature or a piece of furniture, and so forth. The astral worlds originally have this system, but few grammar systems on the MW currently use this root and add on adjective descriptiveness, in the heart of their system of language. Astrally as well, both single, double and triple letters can B in the front of a word or the root meaning of a word, giving thousands of astral descriptions, going far beyond mans human reasoning, such as we can say that astral colors R unfathomable, and this is not only true as more than 3900 primary colors can B interacted with as a being-entity grows in its own height and level of true total awareness, but we only have this one major word 2 describe the unbelievably or non credibility of a situation or event or condition, or some familiar words to this word, but the only way I can describe a far wider and greater astral linguistics, is to add math to the letters, such as unbelievable-10 or unfathomable-200, and so forth. However, this is only to show that a system too great to express to the MW is part of all of this, as we do not actually use an alpha-numeric grammatical communication system on this plane of condition-interaction that I refer 2 as ASTRALITY.

A tape recorder and the EMS or the GMC is all the same thing, BASICALLY. However, all apples R fruit but not all fruits R apples, hence, I really am saying that a tape recorder, for example, is one and the same thing in a higher reality, as the Great Millionth Council or the Electromagnetic Spectrum, but that this machine is totally these things, yet this GMC or EMS is not limited by any means or stretch to this tape recorder, which is merely one electronic device. I am not blaming the local electric company nor accusing anyone of anything, but is it not a funny J.J. McCoy coincidence, that right after I blogged the fact that the Atlantic City Electric Company over billed me in the mid nineteen hundred seventies for a defective fast reading electrical meter, their own property, and refused 2 reimburse me the overpay amount based on these faulty high readings, and said the law protects them from the need to do this, I come home last Sunday from work at around 8:05 in the damn morning, nine days ago, as this is now Tuesday the eleventh or Bin Laden Day as it is referred to in 2301 at the King World Labs, a long time from now, but it is there, bwelieve me Elmer Fudd. Aniwho I come home and go to activate my lightning machine or electrostatic ball that was the only device connected into a power surge protector, and it would not work. I plugged it into another wall outlet at my residence and on it went. I went on shortly thereafter 2 discover that some one or some thing had burned out the surge protector, and no device plugged into it will ever go on again, 30 bucks down the drain, and if it was done by this Callio controlled Atlantic City Utility Monopoly, Bruce, another 30 smacks they ripped me off 4, but again in reiteration, I can only say this is fantastic circumstantial evidence through the coincidence of the blog that I had just posted the prior Friday night not 36 hours back to a public site 4 the world 2 read, about my fast running meter rip off, posted to www.blogger.com, and eventually it all will end up on my website, the address given earlier on this blog. On the famous and great LAW AND ORDER television show, I have seen convictions or circumstantial evidence no better than this, but again, I cannot accuse them and risk a lawsuit, not that I have a pot 2 piss in nor a window to chuck it the fuck out of, but in rare cases, a poor man convicted in a major character defamation law case, has had 2 serve some jail time, according to my webmaster guru, Eddie Himacane, so I accuse no one of anything, except the blogged things that I will swear under oath in court were done to me, such as Tom Reale the pervo sexually molesting me in July of 1970 when I was only 31 semi-annums old, 15 and a half.

I still believe that if I had the damn balls to run far away from this area, I could escape a lot of this, as the gods use 4 hell groups, machines, animals, weather, and people, no not the 4 food groups, don’t get hungry on me now, lots more yet 2 tell yall. It is pouring rain as I pen this now on whittle black keys, a real torrential rain, but my lovely Diana Queen, never comes around 2C me this year, really missin’ U girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In human form, U influenced the people around U that wrote all your great songs, and in 1985, I know that U picked my arrangement of the song THAT’S THE WAY IT GOES, a song I wrote at the age of 29 semi-annums or 14-1/2 right after John Henningsen gave me the magic chain or motorcycle chain that later became magic or it was all along and it took the great Sarah Krassle 2 reveal these truths 2 me. I never understood in your song CHAIN REACTION YU would do this 2 me when I know U always cared in some way 4 your 1-2-3 caller, even when U weren’t screaming at me that “U didn’t need this, no how, no nothing”. U revealed 2 me very recently that the only way U could get my attention and get me starting to remember Sarah again, as I had put my boyhood behind me by then, was 2 use my arrangement from a song with prophetic lyrical content from the days just B4 Sarah gave me the powerful CHAIN INTERACTION-TTH. The midnight action that U refer 2 in the Chain Reaction song lyrics, was all about Russell Thaxton getting molested at the Goodfellow home in Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG, and then getting plastered with a fifth of vodka and showing up at my door well after midnight, 2 boys on a school night and well past midnight, and yes, all these events were powerfully and perfectly planed and would lead up to the burning and destruction of a very special book called BOB or the BOOK OF BEACH. Think about it my blog readers: it is a school night, we R2 15 year old kids, my mother just happened 2B out on a date with her boyfriend Sidney Crown, my parents were divorced a few years back when I was around 11, as my dad was a treasure hunter, and had disappeared a long time, and my mother’s lawyer used the desertion divorce strategy, uncontested. My dad was busy at the time, under the great Sarah-Stacey, the Atlantic Ocean, diving with famous men like Kip Wagner and Mel Fisher, 2 this very Bin Laden Day of oh-seven, these men R known in the diving and treasure salvage industries.

Day games R hell 4 me, whether it is the Philadelphia Phillies or the Flyers, DAY GAMES 4 ME R TOTAL FUCKING HELL!!!!!!! Friday, and the weekend were total siege hell. Every time the fuckers wipe me out over the weekend, or 9 out of 10 times, the Dow Jones goes up Monday, and sure as shit, up almost 15 points yesterday, same point value as my age around the time in-between writing the song THAT’S THE WAY IT GOES, and the THIRD THING HAPPENING [TTH] or the chain interaction with the GREAT SSJKK .My website will shortly B uploading the song I refer to, as well as Love Is For Carpenters, a song written in eternity on the astral plane, by Carlajayja, SSJKK, and myself, 4 short I call it by the first 2 letters of the 4 words of the title, LOIS FOCA. All this will B on the site shortly, www.morianity-foundation.com. If I were to run away far enough from this tri-state area of Phillies/Flyers/Dow Jones, and these many enemies in Trenton, Atlantic City, New York City, Philadelphia, Camden, Hammonton, 2 mention a few in what I call when measured outside the fartherest areas herein, THE REALE DEVIL’S TRIANGLE, I feel that Apollo-Lucifer, Diana’s twin brother would not B able 2 attack me as well and with such freaking alacrity. One secret not told in religions and bibles is that Diana’s twin brother, or the MW DEVIL, is madly in love with the great Sarah Krassle, and hates me 4 the affection she shows me as Zeranniss Arthur YANCY Jones, as her very special THAT DOG/THAT BOY. Her parents know I can shape into that boy, and am a lot more than her dog. They got all dogs banned from the great city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL; MW calls this location which really is a condition-interaction HEAVEN. I as Mountainpen am nothing more than 2 astral entities sharing the same dream down. I am both Rictafarius’s dream and Zeranniss’s dream. Hence, by my human perspective, I am madly in love with the 2 most powerful GODESSES on all of the ASTRAL PLANE. As Big Ricky, without my personalized plate, or with it through phase four EW, I live in the great RICKTOWN MANOR with my beautiful lightning goddess of the Earth, the Great DIANA ZUDLOWCRONESIA ARTEEMIS, in RICKTOWN, a remote and poor location inside the PROVINCE OLYMPIA. As Zeranniss, I was given a CITY name YANCY, by the great SSJKK, or as I refer 2 her as, my lovely bush burning long super bright and brown haired queen Sarah-Stacey. STA and NEE on the ASTRAL PLANE R1 and the same thing like Kent and soup in phase 4. Ancient Hebrew linguists know the secret name of LORD, it is SAR, and the feminine goddess grammatical translation is none other than SARAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The four hell groups that lightning’s brother uses on me and against me, again, ANIMALS, WEATHER, PEOPLE, and MACHINES, not in that or any particular order, is commingled in an ugly mess with this evil trilogy and its parallel event with the Phillies, Flyers, and the Dow Jones Stocks, can B escaped with distance, as this devils triangle of the stock market runs from New York, into Philadelphia with these 2 sports teams, and then triangulates eastbound to lovely Atlantic City. Put any kind of 4 digit mileage between me and this devils triangle, and it can’t help but get better. It is just in all honesty that it takes more balls than I have, to simply run out of an area I grew up in, all alone, into the unknown. What they did 2 me in 1983 with my glandular condition requires I take certain medications, which the system discourages patients from taking in long durations. Once long ago, medical communities were there to try to make people feel better and alleviate pain. They believed in the Hippocratic Oath that says, “First, do no harm”. Now, fuck the patient, it is always all about the money, just as the world famous author Kevin Trudeau says so perfectly and rightfully vociferously and repetitively. The nightmare they put me through is bad enough, then always trying 2 stop my meds which without I would go fucking just above coma stage, and linger alive for eternity, unable ever 2 escape unless Diana would come down 4 me and wake me the fuck up out of this nightmare physicality. I go on about things and will admit to getting quite garrulous and loquacious at times, but 61st grandpa’s uncle all mighty, GIMME A DAMN BREAK, RUN, RUN 2 WHERE???????? I have no skill; no way 2 survive, and take away my ativan and I will go into eternal coma or just above into an agonizing infinite lingering hell that is 2 bizarre to fathom ladies and gents!!!!!!!

So how does phase 4 and the 6th dimension and Sarah Krassle really fit into the entire grand scheme of this? Do U have a few freaking centuries!!!!!!!! Shit pie, you’ll B reading with transplanted eyeballs, and my full story will still escape and forever elude U. I haven’t started telling my Morians about EXPLOATRONS. Did U know that when UR dreaming, U either R on the astral plane or U become the wave/particle duality equivalent of a transdimensional viewer/interactor. Did U ever C an Exploratron? If like most, U occasionally C out of the corner of one eye a quick instant bright circular flash of white, blue, or bluish white light, then U observed an entity from within all of the fifth dimension, having a dream into our part of time and hyperspace. Someone else has seen U2, bwelieve me Elmer Fudd. Yessir Silly wabbit, some tricks R indeed 4 kids, but not all. Dangerous shit lurks everywhere, things that make 9/11 and child sex abuse and other major felony crimes, pale in comparison, R all over, and right under your nose, and none of any of U have clue number 1. Hidden in a strong box in an apartment closet in Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG is a notebook in the hand writing of a young teen age boy, called the “Book of Beach”. Next 2 it is a powerful and magical chain. These 2 items R existing as waves and particles here in this universe and many others in HS, currently 37.38 light years out in space in all 6 opposing direct directions as well as all possible angular directionality in an arc out beyond the spherical arc of this roughly 8,000 mile diameter ball that U and me call “the Earth”. The fourth dimension moves this from waves to particles and back as these realities continue trekking outward. Even when this closet was the space of 37.38 years ago, there is never any true present. All reality in the physical world is still waves and particles. Someday, I will scan back and make a copy of both. Eventually, I will scan and copy a Sarah from Tennessee Avenue. No power on this measly whittle pwanet Mr. Elmer is gonna stop me. So how about Doctor Margret and her Diva, where did they get the idea from Doc? I did not record this HSM; it was done by Donna herself, in Munich, Germany. Nothing is written in stone. There R universes in the multiverse of HS, where maybe it did happen more like in the Diva movie, Doc. A rose may B a rose no matter what U choose 2 call it Bill, but more things definitely do exist than R dreamt of in Horatio’s imagination, or all the rest of our imaginations combined, remember Bill, that this is all just part of the 6th dimension!!!!!!!

I have tons to tell, but I want 2 post to Blogger well B4 the Dow Jones closes, so the street can choke just a bit, as they made me do 4 24 + years now.

Brown eyes, I love you big beautiful Stacey, and I am jealous of everyone and everything. I am your THAT BOY, and am sorry about my brother Able, but I would do it again 1 trillion times over if I thought some one was trying to take U away from me. Tell your parents that they never will B rid of me, UR my eternal endless teen queen. BYE BYE long lovely haired beauty queen.