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FEBRUARY
17, 2014,
MONDAY
NIGHT AT 11:44,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 58 DEGREES FNHT.
THIS
IS JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE NUMBER 25,712-B,
IN EQUIVALENT.
THIS
DOUBLES ALSO AS CHAPTERS IN MORIANITY, CASSETTE TAPE LIFE JOURNAL
25706, 25711-A, 25711-B, 25712-A, and 75712-B. The writings in this
work are part of all of these above mentioned numbers, and through
complex STM SPACE-TIME-MIND screw-ups, things got what else, but
totally fucking SCREWED UP???????????????????????????????
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WELL,
I AM ON LIFE SUPPORT, AND THE PADDLES ARE CLEARING, AND THE BODY I
WAS ONCE ALIVE IN IS JUMPING LIKE A MEXICAN BEAN, BUT AS YOU CAN SEE,
A ONCE 4,000 MOTHER FUCKING PAGE-HIT MONTHLY BLOG JUST A SHORT
FUCKING CUNT LAPPING YEAR AGO, HAS GONE STRAIGHT INTO THE COCK
SUCKING LAND OF THE PRICK EATING DEAD!!!!!!!!
I
am close to this day being a nasty BOTBAR, and expect to not come out
of this day, without it being a SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR; but we will see
what cunt chewing happens, before all is said and done over the next
four to six hours, when it is time for me to mother fucking crash
into fucking bed, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I
have cunt eating fucking calculated how long before this blog would
be dead in the water, at the rate it has been falling
into mother fucking shit. There is no exact science to
statistics, that can predict 100 percent, but it can be used as a
very accurate tool of already happened events, depicting them in
crystal fucking ass clarity with a zero error margin, but this never
mandates, dictates, or in any way verifies to any one at any time,
that the exact already measured statistical curves in figures, cannot
or will not alter in any way and at any time, but things do tend to
become more and more predictable and dependable, with longer and
longer periods of time that is being measured. This as a matter of
fact, is how today's meteorology functions, and always has, and don't
let these fine fellows and ladies lie to you, and ever tell you
otherwise, not with all of their satellite links and computers and
technologies. All it does is create more and more sophisticated
models, and then out of 100 models, the so-called percentages are
merely, how many out of these 100 models, when this happens, does
this happen, and these type of scenarios, and then a super program
pukes out the great forecast, and many times, it is quite accurate,
but dependable to bet your life on or something, I do not think so.
Neither are the stats here, but as they give theirs, I now will give
you mine, good folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In
middle August of two thousand and twelve, my MPH, and not my speed;
peaked at just on the nose of 4,000 (MONTHLY PAGE HITS). Going into
this present date as these words are penned, or in this cassette
taped life journal, what really is the fucking cunt eating cosmic
difference, BRAH; I have had not only a drop off each month now for a
solid fucking year and a half; but I have had 18 months to average
the amount of monthly drop off or MDOA=X. So with 18 months in a year
in a half, or 18X stated algebraically, I can tell you without
telling you the exact shit to bore you and depress fucking ass me;
just when this blog will be pronounced DOA, IN
THE SYBERSPACE GENERAL FUCKING HOSPITAL!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
simple answer statistically folks, is 1 year and 70 days from now,
roughly 435 days until MOUNTAINPEN'S BLOG IS DOA in
cyberfuckingspace!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You know what this proves to me,
though? What totally dumbed down mother fuckers live on this planet.
That is what this blog's death in 435 days proves to MARK WAYNE MOHR,
nothing more, and by the goddess, nothing less. There
is no ONE WAY STREET,
merely streets where the law makes
it legal to only drive in one direction. I am living with people who
would not appreciate it if someone came over to them and handed them
keys to the gates of anything they could ever desire to have. Why
this entire society has not collapsed,just further fucking proves to
me, beyond doubt; that this is all just one huge simulationogram,
Professor Kaku. Maybe both of us would do better to keep our big
mother fucking mouths shut, to quote lovely ass
Monique!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Two
of the greatest things talked about in my blogs as the MOUNTAINPEN or
in MORIANITY, you may think of, as either EXPLORATRONS, or AUGUST
15TH OF 1986. You would be within a good thinking pattern to make
that selection, but in truth, a hidden cosmic agenda called,
REALITY-3 is the real biggest deal in my horrific and sub-vampiric
life and cursed existence as the chosen HUNTINGTON. Reality-3 is not
something that has ever been totally rationally figured out by me, so
I will not pretend for a second that in any way, shape, or form, it
has been, merely I'll remind my readers that it has to do with the
theory that perhaps, and only perhaps, one larger truth and ongoing
nightmare is causing both of my PARALLEL-EVENT situations, of one-me
being up or down, and two-'THEY' being winners or losers in a very
strange trilogy of events, these being the Dow Jones, the
Philadelphia Phillies, and the Philadelphia Flyers. All I can say in
good conscience, is that I cannot prove satisfactorily no matter how
hard I have tried for more than twenty-six years now; whether there
is or is not, a REALITY-3, or whether just the parallel event itself,
IS EVERYTHING, and why it all began on one exact night in the summer
of 1986; also remains a total elusive mystery. Still, one fact
remains undisputed. Since this hell started around me in 1986, only
the year of 1994 seemed to be magical. It totally cut me a break.
Things, big things started to go my way in almost unfathomable ways.
Why? Because the Baseball Clubs went on strike, so there was no
Phillies season. Then in the autumn, the HOCKEY CLUBS went on strike,
so DUH, there was no Flyers Season, only there was, a small one, as
early in 1995, when the magical year of 1994 ended, a short hockey
season began, causing a three year doubling of the Dow Jones stock
market, and basically, the end of my life, via the search for the
missing teenager of my past; the most inconceivable nightmare to ever
rear its ugly head in all of recorded history. Now this had to get
out of the way in order to lay a foundation about the true major
significance and surreal importance, of this wild trilogy and
parallel event nightmare in my life that yes, all started when the
rest of the hell started, on 15 August, 1986. There just is no
getting around the fact that something more powerful and strange than
all of the combined so-called UFO-abductions all put together,
happened to one person at one exact point in history, ME, and on this
date. Everything, whether or not a bigger REALITY-3 is behind it or
not; seems to revolve around an 'inescapable' reality, 'PARALLEL
EVENT', without any 1983 or 1997 tunes, from any members of this
great and awesome Carpenter family of 3000 years+. Now, some few real
follower geniuses know why certain unnamed people told me to “PUT
THAT ON TOP”, Commander Pablo, so check that off,
KIRKWHALES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whenever I have a major
extra normal vivid dreaming experience, the next day is always MAJOR
MESSED UP, going all the way back even to the year of miracles for
me, the great 1994, and the interaction with the SUNRAM DISTANCE
ELIMINATION CHAMBER MACHINE, that autumn, and then on the way to
Haddonwood later in the day, despite major overcast skies, being
pulverized and pummeled by MY WOMO MILITUFORCE ENEMIES. I am not
going to lie and tell you that again today, was not about the song,
“YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”, as it was. 'THEY' just won't
let me put any money together so that I can go over to the Avalon
Studio, and pick up my CD, and post the song onto my YOUTUBE CHANNEL.
I never ever EVER NEVER saw the FORCES this strong against something
in my entire @$^&^$%E#@!@%$!!@%!*)&_$*^$* LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!
This is why, I will now post up the lyrics to the song; and it is
copyrighted, because the blog is copyrighted, and I fully legally
intend to make it official someday with a check to the Library of
Congress, just not today, because THEY won't allow me to get a
penny!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM BEING TOTALLY
OBSTRUCTED AND PREVENTED AND STOPPED FROM DOING THIS, AND I KNOW IT,
AND FEEL IT LIKE I WOULD FEEL THE FORCE OF A SKYSCRAPER FALLING DOWN
ON ME, SHOULD THAT BE THE CASE. This may be an inescapable force all
right, but the forces against me will not escape this blog going up
onto the internet on an early Thursday morning, that will at least
contain the words to this tune, that so much energy and power is
being expended from somewhere, to obstruct and halt. All the Doctors,
Lab Technicians, sore throats, and swollen lymph glands on the
planet, are not going to stop me from posting these lyrics, ON THIS
BLOG, TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU
WON'T EVEN ASK FOR WHAT, ''MY''???
Good
night Mister Macy's family of wonderful lovely people. You know I am
no longer Mister hit, and wish you would stop treating me in this
fucking lifetime as if I was. I am very sorry about that other life,
and have been punished by all you jit bags enough now. You've wrecked
60 cunt lapping years of my turd chewing hurl swallowing life, mother
fuckers, time to say Uncle Nuff, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
THIS
FUCKING CHEWS, I'M GONE, YO.
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