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ON BOB MCDOWELL, HELP ME DAM IT!!!!!!!!
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GOOD MORNING MISTER
MICROSUCKS SUPER COMPUTER BLACK HAT HACK ATTACK!!!! NICE TO SEE
YOU'RE ALIVE AND WELL, AND LIVING ON HAL LINDSEY'S EARTH PLANET SINCE
1976. I MET HIS SON AT THE RPL SOUND STUDIO LABS IN CAMDEN, NEW
JERSEY, IN MIDDLE LATE 1980 SOMEWHERE. AIN'T LIFE A MYSTERIOUS OLD
FLEADOG? THIS MOTHER FUCKING HACK IS EVEN WORSE AT 3 THIS THURSDAY
CUNT EATING FUCKING MORNING, FBI, ACLU, ATTORNEY GENERAL OF FLORIDA,
MIZZ BONDI, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WAS NOT
GOING TO DO A BLOG AT ALL, AND JUST WANTED TO REVIEW MY LAST BLOG,
AND THEY 'FUCKIGN' HACKED THE LIVING FUCKING SHIT OUT OF ME, SO NOW I
WILL RETALIATE AND TELL MAJOR MOTHER FUCKIGN SHIT AGAINST THIS EVIL
MOTHER FUCKING EMPIRE, YO YO YO!
THIS WAS AN OK DAY
FOR A CHANGE, BUT WOW, LET ME TOUCH MY COMPUTER, AND THESE MOTHER
FUCKING BASTARDS ON ME LIKE FLIES IN HOT ASS JULY ON A FUCKING
GARBAGE TRUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AT 3 IN THE MORNING, DOORS START TO
SLAM, THE MACHINE IS WORMED TO FUCKIGN HELL AND WOULD NOT LET ME READ
MY OWN BLOG AT THE MOTHER FUCKING BLOGGER DOT COM WEBSITE, MIZZ
BONDI, AND GOVERNOR SCOTT OF FLORIDA, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
THIS
VIOATION OF MY CIVIL FUCKING RIGHTS AND HUMAN RIGHTS AND
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UNFAIR, U.S. GOVERNMENT. IF I DON'T HAVE RIGHTS, THEN COME OVER HERE
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WE
WILL GET INTO THE
''STAR
TREK''
THING,
AS SOON AS I POST UP MY NORMAL PASTE-IN STUFF TO THIS BLOG, I
PROMISE YOU,
Mister
David
Leigh Smith, back
in the autumn of 1970,
at Haddonfield,
New Jersey,
in
the Cooley Hall;
Sir
ROTTENBERRY ROCKDROID LURCH,
PROGRAMMING OVERRIDER, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2006-2014
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forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits?
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angry mother. At the risk of sounding negative, the only
thing one may be truly sure of is that you cannot be sure of
anything. Sorry lovely TWINBAY!
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Now for the story about the
great television show of the sixties, STAR
TREK.
Very
few know too much history of how this great show all began, and many
newer Trekkers, know even less. This show and those behind it, or
the T3E inside of those behind it, were not doing any old fiction.
First off, if Lucile Ball had not become involved, it would have
never been a great space show, just another of so many westerns,
back in the day. Many thought of Lucille as a ditsy redhead. She was
a highly intelligent woman, talented, gorgeous, and very highly
gifted in the gray matter department. But all of this and a dollar
will get you four nice shiny quarters at many banks, even if you do
not have an account there. Roddenberry, his writers, his family,
mostly his wife and son; all were clueless that they were being used
by the electromagnetic powers that lawtronically are running the
entire humanity show, for lack of a better way of saying this. I've
made, for obvious personal reasons, quite a study out of how this
all began, and all of the folks who were behind it, and the real
fine print details about all of them, and all of this entire deal. I
speak from major fact finding authority, as well as connecting what
I know on a personal intimate level, about what you have heard me in
recent blogging times, call in jest and fun, ''HALLS FAWCES”, it
just means as the Star Wars peeps called it and thought of it, the
mysterious and unknown forces that cause all things to be and work
the way that they do, and why all of us are living and doing what we
are doing, and so on and so forth, so don't make a big mysterious
thing out of it, as it does not need to be that way, let us all
endeavor to keep things simple and I can that way just get right to
this wild point. This
show has a million connections into this non fictional reality we
are all living in, the biggest two however are how it all began
first of all with the Tellosion Aliens that were masters of ETTOS
POWER or illusion. Secondly, ass-wipe light-bulb hacker Microsucks,
all galaxies, MWG and all of them, “Milky Way Galaxy”, or to
laugh out loud with the SIDE-WALK-SCIENTISTS, the GALAXY-GALAXY, as
if you understand where English words are all derived from, you know
that lactose (LAX) and MILKY or MILK WAY, is the same word, so
really, we all say it twice unless we just say the MILKY WAY; but
getting off the jokes now and being dead-ass-serious, LOBO; seeing
the glare or the want, and only hard core rock-n-roll music die hard
fans know what the shit I'm talking about; but yes, no stare chases,
let's do a Mike Jackson now and get 1980 serious, when other daddy's
and fakes aren't beating up their dam ass
children!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At the center of every galaxy, is a
heart, or a giant black-hole. At the perimeter of every galaxy, is a
ratio-force between this heart, the galaxy size, and numerous other
way to complex mathematical and astrophysical bullshit things for me
to really get deeply into, so I won't even venture to attempt to do
this. I will say that the forces at the edge are highly intelligent,
and anyone who wishes to research the entire STAR TREK, including
all of the fantastic movies and spin off shows, will know why I harp
on this 1966 GARY MITCHELL thing. His eyes after contact was made
with the PINKFORCE, Mister HALL, glared just like two peeps I know
right here in real life, well, one here, and one in a parallel
universe that is somewhat localized atomically to here. When I take
you all step by step into LAKEHOUSE-LIGHTNING, and all the details
of the life of creator GENE
Rodden-'BERRY',
and then super connect the dots with SCYLLA-GODDESS, the world's
greatest human female pop artist, Mariah Carey; you will all go
stark fuckiGN raving ass mad. There is no denying wehat happened to
me, through decades of time, and somedaym maybe after the death of
distant cuzz Sarah Callio, Mariah might have the decency to admit
what she knows about all of this, and not keep faking and playing
games about it. But that is not my call, and I cannot be the judge
of anyone, especially of the most powerful goddess in the
multiverse, in her true form. This entire offshoot family is the
KENNEDY FAMILY, and there are thousands of them in present
generation, if I take it out seven times to cousin in laws, or C7R7.
When I met the tall brunet at the Fort Pierce Library in the spring
time of 2010, she went onto to create the famous website of
http://www.ancestry.com/ and
she can admit or deny our conversations as she sees fit, as can MC
and all her friends and family, right Leticia??????????? Let me
cross over now!
MOVING
ONTO STONE HARBOR AND GREEDY FISHERMEN:
“WHERE
NO MAN HAS GONE BEFORE”:
Now
this entire thing is about one episode, but you also are going to
have to remember or come to know about a STAR TREK movie from the
late eighties or maybe early nineties somewhere, where Spock wants
to go to the center of our Milky Way Galaxy, as he believes some
fellow Vulcan from his world who is spiritual, and knows that
something is there, and is major. Well this was years before the
world of science, had an inkling about galaxy-hearts. You see, at
the center of galaxies, there is a black hole, and this keeps the
galaxy together and it is too complex to delve into, and is not
germane to the issue other than for what I already told you. This
show is pure fiction, yet it has upon dozens of occasions, seemed to
really know many things not known then, but will come to be known as
future decades roll around. Yet if you talk to any of them from Gene
himself when he was alive, or his wife and son, or even many of
those close to the production, it's obvious to all of them that they
do not see at all how some force has indeed used them and
manipulated them to invent and create this entire STAR TREK SOCIETY,
that many call the TREKKERS.
Moving
this along, no one had a clue that galaxy centers were anything
special when this great movie from 20 years ago give or take, was
released, where Spock and the enterprise crew all went to this place
and were nearly trapped there forever by this entity who believed
himself to be GOD, (a god), all the same thing, for the purposes of
this blog revelation today. But we now while holding the image of
this great movie in our minds, must reflect backward to a much more
distant time, the middle late nineteen-sixties, and the episode in
the original Star Trek show, with Lieutenant Commander Garry
Mitchell; where they were at the edge of our Milky Way Galaxy. The
edges or outer surface 3-D perimeter of galaxies is in a direct
ration with the centers of them, by way of their large super black
hole. Now in the show, at the edge of the galaxy, is this strange
force that seems to be looking for humanoid entities to indwell,
very much like TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS (T3E). Those who had the highest
(ESP) were the ones effected by this ''force'', as soon as the Star
Ship Enterprise began leaving the galaxy and approaching this
pinkish purplish colored magnetic force of some kind. In the show it
turned Gary Mitchell into a god over time, and he continued growing
stronger until at the end, Kirk had to find a way to off him to save
the lives of his shipmates, and proving the old adage that absolute
power corrupts absolutely. Now before he died, he and his new lover,
the doctor woman who also had the power since both were effected by
the approach into the unknown force if I am quoting Spock correctly
and I think I am; but they began shooting energy at each other, the
same bright pink with a tinge of light purple and white colors, just
exactly the same color of the force that you could see outside of
the galaxy at the beginning of the show before all the action began.
Now I have every reason to believe, since those inside and
controlling the producers and creators of this show, abnd also since
they appear clueless to so much of the deeper and hidden meanings to
so much of it all; that indeed, just as we have come in recent times
as a scientific community, to know that the centers of galaxies,
have huge black holes that would suck in and trap anything that got
even remotely close to them; just as the thing did on this fictional
show of around 1990, decades before any real person had any real
access to this knowledge as fact and not fiction; then in like
manner, I have come totally to believe, that indeed, this bright
pink energy surrounds the outer surface perimeters of galaxies, and
is what indeed life is all about. Whether it chooses one planet or
not, it has chosen this one, and somehow managed to exist here
through us. There is just no way all of this is some silly
coincidence, and insisting that it is, Nothankyouletter
Kirk, and spoiled rotten dawt; is in my humble opinion,
totally illogical, and pure stupidity. It all
fits like a glove. And this little smattering here, is a
peach fuzz scrape off of the iceberg. I could type on with this for
days on end, trust me, good folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I LOVE YOU SO VERY MUCH,
MY LIGHTNING. LET YOUR WONDERFUL COSMIC CODES SHOW HOW YOU
REVEALED TO ME, YOU ARE MIDDIE; AND WORKED WITH ME FOR SO LONG,
AND PUT UP WITH ME; TEEN QUEEN GODDESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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ZERANNISS
ARTHUR YANCY JONES, ME IN SAHASRA DAL KANWAL:
YEAH
HE'S SAYING, “I LOVE YOU SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, ALMIGHTY
TEEN-QUEEN”.
THERE
ARE SOME REALLY COOL ENTITIES ON THIS PLANET, FOLKS!!!!!!! Some
amongst us may be here without being born in the normal way which is
PHASE-3. These would be PHASE-4-Entities. Who really knows who any
of us really are, for crissake?
I
am wondering if this cool entity is a P-4? Who can ever know such
things, except perhaps for ISISCYLLA my almighty teen queen goddess
of the multiverse???
So
check out one of the coolest blogs on the entire internet, good
people. I promise you it is really great. Here is the link to it,
YO.
WELCOME
TO MORIANITY. PLEASE HAVE A NICE DAY, AND ENJOY YOUR READING OF THE
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN.
MEET CRACKPOT MOUNTAINPEN NEBNOOSHOO, OH YEAH, RIGHT, here I am, so horrible and rotten, WEEEEE!!!
At
the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New
Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon,
roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses
in various telephone conversations.
Station
Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a
CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it
was made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the
same title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of
reasons- The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the
conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a
microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was
standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is insane.
Completely, violently insane.
Mark
claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David.
His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of
the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also
that the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in.
Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil.
(Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s
own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)
Here
then, are three selections from Mark’s version of reality:
If
you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius
Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now,
if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with
aluminum foil.
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You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits?
An
angry mother. Also,
a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
**WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA**
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW
2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC
TRACK
ALONG WITH: Only the opening title words are real.
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
I
LOVE ELECTRONIC MAGIC.
THE GREATEST PEEPS EDUCATED BY THE WORLD FAMOUS PHILADELPHIA
WIRELESS SCHOOL, WILL TELL YOU; THAT 'FM'
STANDS SECRETLY TO ALL OF THEM, FOR ''FUCKING
MAGIC''.
YES, THEY DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE REAL ABSOLUTE BOTTOM LINE TO HOW AND
WHY IT ALL WORKS. NO ONE YET UNDERSTANDS THE FORCE IN THE PLANK
WORLD THAT IS RESPONSIBLE FOR MAKING ELECTRONS, AND THESE ARE THE
MAGIC PARTICLES THAT DO THE 'FUCKIGN' MAGIC, MISTER POTTER, AND ALL
'90210' KEYBOARD RESIDENTS, AND BRIGGBASE CONTACTS!!!!!!!!
VERSE
ONE
I'm
so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new
Let
me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few
Oh
my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew
We're
down and out, and we will even go to work for you
You
seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two
I
am so weak and faint and do not wanna' be so blue
While
we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe
Oh
please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you
We'll
help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew
But
greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
And
I'm not giving any freaking fish away
VERSE
TWO
So
when you add your salty tears directly in the sea
And
when you're done your song of woe, that you have sung to me
Just
take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty
And
right into the undertow, and stop annoying me
And
talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish
You
loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch
I
have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled
So
either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed
Guys
like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled
People
say I'm cold and cruel, on every single day
But
I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay
So
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
THREE
They
say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand
And
mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand
Storms
blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died
The
sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried
And
on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned
Ignoring
waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound
Just
another bucket and, then he'll have caught his fill
A
lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill
The
king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again
Yet
locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
So
yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay
And
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
FOUR
You'll
be crossing over, later wishing you'd been nicer
You'll
be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer
You'll
be crossing over, hearing all the trash they're talking
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll have to keep on walking
You'll
be crossing over, watching all the others eating
Feasts
with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating
Forever
seeing many fish, but never on your plate
You
had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll be a lonesome rover
Forever
doomed to hear the words you always used to say
That
you've been working hard out in the sun all day
Oh
yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay
So
you're not giving any of your fish away
END
OF SONG.
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW
2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC TRACK ALONG WITH ARE UP AT
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