I TRIED TO ESCAPE ATLANTIC CITY MORE THAN ONCE, CHATER 1

JUST WALK AWAY, HUH DONNA SUMMER, WHILE NO RED COLOR IS ON THEM?

AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, HUH MIKE 1971 MCNULTY SIR?

I TRIED TO ESCAPE ATLANTIC CITY MORE THAN ONCE,

CHAPTER 1

Mailmen, bus-men, water-people, and so much more, all notwithstanding, kind people; I did try. I remember saying back around a dozen years or more back now, while speaking of enjoying my air conditioning at the Mullica Mobile Manor Trailer Park just east of Hammonton, New Jersey; ''Now I'll be enjoying THE OTHER AC'' In any case, something I heard while enjoying watching 'TWC' just today, made me think of that, not that it triggered a lost to conscious mind memory, as I do think often of that very thing that I had spoken onto my CASSETTE TAPED LIFE JOURNAL that I was sort of keeping, as the New Testament of the Morianity Bible, on tape, back then before my 'blogging career that never took off', all began. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I just cannot get my lovely LIGHTNING GODDESS DIANA to visit with me lately. I guess she thinks I haven't been a good boy. Oh well, I try. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT.

FEBRUARY 26, 2015,

THURSDAY AFTERNOON AT 2:55,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 78 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY------(H-79/L-69)

HUMIDITY IS 90%, HEADING FOR 80, FEELING 76.

Well, dear life journal/diary, I asked my kitty cat Gawky Gaukauk, WHY THE FRIKKIN' ASS STOCK MARKET IS FLYING ON A SUPER RALLY FOR SO LONG, as well as why I was struck down in early December with lots of health problems, and got some real wild information. But does anything at all shock poor old fucking git bag Mountainpen? Not on your dam ass life, kind folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Double Horizon Knowledge Barrier, or DHKB, is a very powerful unpleasant truth, to many folks. BUT IT IS 100% REAL, LIKE IT OR HATE IT. SAHWEE TUNA-CHAWEE!

I had the maintenance crew next door pounding AGAIN, but this time it was afternoon and I was already awake, praise GODDESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some dam things work out, with or without a little 1978 luck. But then, Mizz McGreggor from the year before that on the CALLIO MARRIAGE YEAR of lighthouse taunts and others; lovely Mary, I am not torn, not anymore. I learned too dam much about ESS for that to be my problem, Shirley Grant! WO BILLY H-8!

MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---MEOW-MEOW---

My days of keeping a LIFE JOURNAL ON CASSETTE TAPE, cannot be fathomed, not by ten fucking thousand Albert Einsteins, even those that 'know the diction of Mark Wayne Mohr and Sarah-Stacey Krassle', copyrighted in or out of the ultra wild year of 1997, which won't even be frikkin' touched on, on this journal of right now, tonight. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Oh yeah, I forgot, I never said that on tape, only in print up here in the ''future'', but this, as are many things and folks, is and are, singularly and plurally, RELATIVE!!!!!!!!!!!! In any case, SOONER OR LATER, MAGGIE IS GOING TO FUCKING KICK SOME REAL FUCKING SERIOUS ASS, as only SHE CAN DO, Misses Elliot. The world has no tiny little clue just how sorry I am for doing a lot of really rotten ass fucking things over the past 60+ years now, but that's just the way it goes.

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW, GREAT PEEPS!