HALLS WALLS

CHAPTER 159

Today was one of those 'WEIRD DAYS', even for Mountainpen. I had far worse ones and some better ones, but this was in the category of very bizarre and totally weird as shit. I will shortly tell you the story, very abridged with just the main shit told, but if you are not in the mood for a blog that packs a real big punch, read this at a later moment. I am getting a major spacing-hack, FCC Bob McDowell, where you know you are typing perfectly, yet shit wants to come out all fucked up like in the example, “It otall yhat ecomputerh ackers”, and then I either see it and fix it, or it looks like I am just a stupid fucking moron when folks read my shit, and I am not doing this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! More endless persecution against me that no one will ever take seriously and ever help me with. What fucking bastards, both those doing this to me, and those authorities that permit it, and thus give them free license, to keep right on doing fucking shit to me. No Sir McDowell, they're doing the FREEZE-HACK!!!!!!!!!!!! What total jerk offs, with Paula King right up on top of the list. I learned today that she has been the main one all along since she raped me four times, 1967, 1968, 1969, and 1996. She thinks she can just do anything she wants to me, and only a few UFO peeps that know what is going on, understand what this woman has put me through for half of a fucking century. The part of her that lives in this universe normally, is not doing this. Instead, it is doubles of her from parallel realities that are; and the second that I make that claim, Professor Kaku of NYU; I lose all credibility, and it isn't fucking fair sir, because you OF ALL DAM ASS PEOPLE, KNOW THIS IS ALL FOR REAL, AND IS ALL TOTALLY THE 'FUCKIGN' TRUTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The fucking (C) Office did not wish to get involved, even though they all know a lot of shit is very real, and has been with me, for many dam decades. Well; other than for one very nice examiner, back in early 2006; after I sent down this project on 31 October, 2005, called “SAME TITLE”. She and I had a great talk, only it was not until middle 2008, when another examiner who refused to let me do a normal continuation sheet, that all copyright claimants know what I am referring to, and wanted to get rid of it at all costs, you remember, that little sheet yellow sheet of paper; and she seemed to have a major affinity to one of the tunes on this project as if she or others in the government already knew about the year 2011, when I would be living far away down in Florida and shit happened that need not be discussed right now.

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MAY 27, 2015,

EARLY WEDNESDAY MORNING AT 12:32,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 77 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE YESTERDAY-----(H-87/L-75).

HUMIDITY IS 74%, FEELING LIKE 80.

WIND IS E AT 8, AND GUSTING TO 23.

Yes, free at last, drums beating in both decades, blacks in or out of the military, and exploratrons chirping wildly in their signal energy dot states, oh great lovely Maggie; hallelujah I will be free at last; Martino King, great sir!!!!

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 159

There is another song that was written around the very same time that 'GITYA' was, in 1983, while living at 134 Norris Avenue, in Atco, NJ-USA-ESMWG; at Gerald Pliner's rental split level home. The title was '113 More Shiny Big Moons'. This was on one of the three 1983 music projects all copyrighted. This is the song that Resorts Casino of Atlantic city was teasing me with that day while there with Jim Burr, playing roulette. Then there was yet another song that is now realized by me as beyond major, proving how Paula has been fucking up my entire life ever since I was a pathetic kid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When the recent hurricane season a few years back got cute and clever and named back to back hurricanes after the lyrical content of, 'Ralph and Sandy cry the blue because their king of hell must lose', and then Hurricane Sandy did some very weird shit, and we all know what's going on, the press does, the media, the government, the Vatican, the billionaires, everybody, so who's fuckiGN kidding who? Don't you look, vomit man? Maybe you need to wash your hands, Detective Green. Not Jeff Green from Church Farm School. Hating mothers for doing unthinkable things to their kids would be a talk show all its own, with nothing else ever needed to be added. Anyway, back to the song, I forget the title right now and the copyright sheet just shows title track titles for entire projects of numerous songs on each one. But now I see right down to the bullshit that night at Atlantic City's WAYV FM RADIO, and everything else all worked together in the mix; I am not and have not, been imagining even the mother fucking slightest bit of all of this fucking rotten stinking ass dogshit!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, seems in 1983 my blocked memories came out in my music. She indeed can do crazy things, and has in fact done lots of them to me, over decades and decades and fucking decades.

Well before the valve of space and time blows her fuse, or any more great wonderful Copyright Examiners get heart attacks over any of my continuation sheets; let me just add in here, that I do not blame Paula over here in this universe, where her body here is merely being used and dominated, by one of her powerful ESS-doppelgangers (doubles). Julia White of THE PERMISSION BARRIER, is Paula King, but she is the Paula King of a parallel universe where she is a very advanced being, and an ESS member. My DNA is very important to her, and she has given me two wonderful daughters, one here, and one in a parallel universe, Auntie Huntington Gozzwald Maid-Service!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This incredible being has numerous identities here in this universe via her great ESS T3E abilities from the universe where one of her parts, is behind all of this. On the Astral Plane, her names are many, and Julia White is one of them, but an Olympian Province translation of the Astral Plane changes this to a very difficult to pronounce name, yet sounding somewhat similar to Julia White.

A stones throw away from the Atlantic City boardwalk radio station, owned by the mighty and dangerous Paula King, is the South side of the Schiff Central Pier Beach. There is a wooden jetty there to this day that has survived a lot of powerful storms. I have called this Ziggy's Jetty, as this is where Ziggy hung out with his beach-bum pals, back in the sixties and into the seventies. In 1997 one summer day, I was right there at the very spot where the dude from 1974 appeared and vanished in and out of nowhere; and told me incredible mind bending shit about the Kennedy family, the truth of Washington, and so much more; leading me to somehow through some cosmic osmosis be given the great LAW OF ONE; and there I was, 23 years later, and I had placed my hairbrush down onto my towel, and was sitting on th ebeach relaxing, and along came a seagull. It grabbed my hairbrush in its mouth and flew away with it. If I could have made a pet out of this bird somehow, its name would either be Soronson or Dublin. You all know out here, that shit like this just does not happen. I doubt a gull can be trained to do this. Obviously it was a mechanically created seagull under future drone tech control, and the remote controller was probably right there inside of the radio station. Please don't take this as a threat Paula, but I hate you so very much, that if could watch you burn up in a grease fire for a thousand years, I would tear up as the time was reaching its limit, as I would not wish to stop watching you scream in mindless agony. You have been hurting me and messing with me all my life since I was 12 and a half, you crazy wild bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, your dream-double is anyway, again, so I cannot in good conscience really hate you here while awake. Still, there you were after givingme that wild ass dream on the eleventh of July in 1997. So I drive down to Tennessee Avenue the next day, 27 years after I last saw you and the gang you hung with, on the bus as I was leaving Tom child molester Reale's place, on 12 July, 1970 at 10:30 PM. You knew we'd be apart that day or night really, on that bus, until we'd meet again at JK parking lot, your daddy's parking lot, you big dangerous giant girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was as if the doppelganger was dream controlling the copyright examiner lady in 2008, as she made such a big deal out of the song I had in my compilation project, called, “She's Sarah-Stacey” and this was remade here in Florida, after the wild dream where Mariah appeared and sang that song that is unknown in this universe, and then I changed things around a little bit here in Florida over at BonJovi's place back in 2012, and it became, “Wanna' Spend My Time”. It was as if this lady knew the entire future of my life. Well, if PK was dream-controlling inside of her, then she did. The ESS explains all mysterious unknown shit all over this planet. When no possible explanation exists, think Exploratronic Supermind Society every dam fucking time, folks!!!!!!!!!!!

Paula King does nothing but fuck with me, and fuck me on four different occasions. Today she was dreaming through a lady at the Publix Store at the Fort Pierce Virginia Avenue Shopping mall. She was in a wheelchair and was around early seventies in age, and her daughter most likely was with her and controlling it, using it as a cart also, to put groceries into. I politely was moving my own shopping cart down an aisle and came to a stop to let them pass around me due to an obstruction, and just to be polite, said excuse me to the daughter. The lady in the chair looked at me and said something totally evil. Then PK must have jumped out of her and into the daughter, as let's just say something is wrong with the lady's mind, at least the daughter should have said something or given a small lame little apology, and yet she didn't say a word to me, after her rotten mother had just insulted me quite vulgarly. I thought I was inside of my daughter's 2009 movie for a few seconds, and I'll admit, I was one pissed off mother fucker. The old hag had a sickness and this is forgivable to some degree, but when her daughter wouldn't acknowledge that I had just been major wronged, that sent me blood fuckiGN cunt pressure through the stratosphere and out into space past the fuckiGN ISS. Now after I checked out, and paid for my groceries; the cart man took my cart and followed me to my car; as the Publix has a policy for doing this, unless another customer is behind the line, and in this case, no one was. So I was still fuming, and I told him in a nice way, “Boy, you have some wild crazy customers in here today”, and then I went onto tell him what happened to me, back on the aisles, a short while back. I had to get it out of my system, as I said, I was good and pissed off. Not at the old lady, but at the fuckign jerk off nasty ass daughter. She owed me an apology, even if her screwy hag mom is old and demented. BUTTTTTTTT, let us explore this even further, to again, quote my kid's great movie. Just in th elast two times now, at the Publix there, I have had a nasty fucking PEOPLE-ATTACK. The you-stink attack several days back, and then this bullshit. No, it is not some real big deal, but let me ask any of you a question. When was th elast time that tqwo times in a fuckign row, you go to a store, and you get fucked with and treated sub-human, you know, basically DISRESPECTED BIG TIME?????????????????? You know you cannot say to me, oh yeah, all the time, I often get to back to back times like this at a store on my errand route. Say it and I'll call you a fucking Birchbeer Crawford LIAR at light speed squared!

Anyone who hears me say at my grave site, “Boy do I miss this life”, is in need of either an audiologist, or a psychiatrist specializing in schizophrenia. Holy freaking ass KALI-Callio.

If anyone can find me PEE, it is e-bay genius you. PLEASE!!!!!!!

As always, lovely Diana, your moon was gorgeous when I left the Publix Store; you awesome goddess. IWALU so, and precious I need your codes to show, MY WONDERFUL LIGHTNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAA.

Strange shit is going on, as always, and (behind the OZ CURTAIN!!! “Oh well”, Dad and Sammy Montgomery. SHEEEEEEEIT!!!!

You water-witch, CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!!!! It seems that even AT&T is ahead of the curves of all of the drumming songs, Jesus Christ!!!!!!!!!!!

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