HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 208

BIO-PAGE OF MOUNTAINPEN BLOGS--06/21/2015

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HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 208

NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED.

I AM JUST WONDERING WHAT WOULD BE HAPPENING IN A PARALLEL REALITY, FAR OUT INTO THE HYPERSPHERE BEYOND LIGHT-REALITY, MAVE MANY SEPTILLION MILES OUT INTO THE EXPANSION, WHERE IT IS 1969; AND SEVERAL THINGS HAPPENED DIFFERENTLY, AS QUANTUM PHYSICS LAW INSISTS, MUST EXIST, GIVEN THE NEAR INFINITE SIZED HYPERSPHERE. THEN I REITERATE, AND THIS IS ONLY MY LITTLE MODDA EFFING OPINION OF COURSE; ''NO GOOD DEED EVER GOES UNPUNISHED''. YOU WOULD BE SURPRISED JUST HOW FAR BACK THAT EXPRESSION GOES, AS I THOUGHT IT WAS RECENT, YOU KNOW, 20 YEARS MAX. OH NO FOLKS, IT GOES WAY BACK, LIKE JAY JAY EVANS AND HIS 'BRO' AND HIS 'YO', AND HIS WORLD FAMOUS LINE, “WHAT CAN I SAY”, OH NO TO THAT ONE. TRY HURRICANE SMITH, AND HIS SONG BY THE TITLE OF, ''OH BABE, WHAT CAN I SAY?'', IN 1972, FOUR OR FIVE YEARS STILL EARLIER THAN THE GREAT JAY-JAY. WOW THAT, PEEPS. HERE'S MY NOW SOMEWHAT WORLD FAMOUS WORD-DISAPPEARING-HACK, FCC BOB MCDOWELL, OLD PAL, AND KIND SIR. WEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now what's with the phrase-sayings history lesson, you may wonder? Well, it fits into some real huge shit, and that I totally promise you all. I will not be getting into it right now on this blog, but I will tell you that my enemies worry a lot over nothing, as I do not ever plan to let out the top twenty percent of my unfathomable information. Just know that what I have told on these ten years of blogs, the (BOM), is there to create the necessary dam foundation. I want some of you some day in the future, to arrive at that other 20%, all on your own. You have more than enough puzzle pieces right now on these blogs, on the other 80%, I assure you. This is just part of why Atlantic City is not only all that I say it is, but is why it came to be on the map in the late seventies through casino gambling being legalized. Only after I am dead and gone will this world understand all of this so incredibly. Please don't ever retrace me, or you'll really fucking piss me off. This will sound arrogant, smug, and almost crass. I am sorry for that. Folks, I have lived a life that 100 James Patterson's could not properly all get together and do justice to. I know it, JP knows it, and a lot of this world knows it, and HATES ME. Anyone who is bigger than the entire world, is going to be hated. Good, bad, in-between, and RAW, this holds true. From Jesus to Hitler, to Mark Wayne Mohr, and many others. But I do place myself in this somewhat rare and unusual category, and I'll tell you the name of a dude if still amongst the land of the living, who will absolute corroborate this as fact 100+%. His name is Mike Gutherman. There are many other Mike Gutherman's as many of you know without old Mountainpen having to say another word; and scattered all over the country and even the world most likely. BUTTTTTTTTTTTT; Mister Mike to this day, if alive and here with us; would probably be the only one willing to substantiate and corroborate this information. If he is alive and around, then dimes to donuts, he's somewhere in New Jersey, under the Callio Syndrome. All that money and power, yet they never leave their own little back yard. And you know what? They're a lot mother fucking smarter than I am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nothing shocks me, because I know for certainty, that there are more horses asses than there are horses. Always have been, always will be. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

Hay Dave Speas, if you are in the ESS and I think you are; magic marker king; what did my magical markers do in your life, I so want to know, and I am sure the congressman, MG, MC, and many others do too, but never would have the joy rockers to tell you this to your face, old high school buddy????????? Tell me another thing my pal. You knew before I even got to that gasoline station to tell you the story, what happened, and I need to know how to join ESS before I expire shortly, or I am going to be stuck in this looped life of eternal hell FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER!!!! That is like being stuck inside a videogame called 8 stock markets.

I am not the one in control of this hell. That would be the M2F (Milituforce). They basically pull the fucking puppet strings, and I do all sorts of wild dances that would mike Mike Thriller Jackson climb right out of his grave and cross back over!!!!!!!! OH SHIT.

Two things that sell are controversy and sex. I am not in the sex business, so that leaves controversy. Also, I keep saying I am not selling anything, but words are a funny old fucking dog. I may not be conventionally selling a service or a product; but what I am trying to sell the world, or some tiny piece of it; is very major and real to me, and that is MY CREDIBILITY. I lose that, and these blogs will stop real fucking quickly, as this project all started because two people, Chris and Ed, from New Jersey, back in 2006, told me it might be a good idea for me to begin a blog.

MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW

MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW

MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW

MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW

MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW

TANSTALKER AND MOUNTAINPEN

YEAH, MEOW, ANOTHER TIME, FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!

WELL, AS THE FLOWER KIDS OF THE 60'S SAY,

''PEACE, LOVE, DOPEY WORLD'',

WITH A LITTLE CHANGE FROM MOUNTAINPEN!

THIS PAGE IS BEING HACKED, BOB MCDOWELL.

JUNE 21, 2015,

FIRST DAY OF SUMMER,DIVER DAD

SUNDAY AFTERNOON AT 1:35,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE ** DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE TODAY-------(H-**/L-**).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS **, FEELING LIKE **.

WINDS ARE ** AT **, GUSTING TO **.

THE FUCKING SHIT KEEPS CHANGING AND HENCE, IS NOT TRUSTWORTHY, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.