The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": BLOG 80 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

FRIDAY, DECEMBER 7, 2018

4:19 ANTE' MERIDIAN

BLOG 80 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

Pearl Harbor Day. It is a day that will live in infamy for me, as well as for the United States Military. For me, it has to do with what I'll refer to as MY FINAL LIFE'S NIGHTMARE. This is when the 'Sarah crap' began, in the time circa where I had just shortly before, completed my book called, “The Permission Barrier”. Boy oh boy is the mother trucking WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE AKA HALLS FAWCES, SCREWING WITH MY COMPUTER AND ME POOR WHITTLE HACKED UP MOUSEYPOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAA!!!!!

Another powerful possibility into why this nightmare either began in 1986, or literally took what was already around me ever since birth practically, and exponentially freaking multiplied it; is something called, the Haley's Comet. This comet whizzed into a close orbit with the Earth Planet in 1986, as well as on two powerfully interesting prior occasions as well, and now Morianity feels that the time may be right for me to further explore this entire matter with you. First off, for those not particularly skilled and schooled in the worlds of astronomy; this comet runs quite predictably into this orbit, exactly down to the days and weeks, every seventy-six years of Earth Time. Now there once was a marvelous and extremely talented writer from the nineteenth century, who had the pen name of SAFE-WATER. Actually he had the name that meant SAFE-WATER. For those not informed about old American riverboats, and the traditions of navigating great water-ways such as the Mississippi River; there was a term called marking it safe, and it pertained to the depths; so as to mark positions for sufficient depths for which these large riverboats needed to navigate along, as the shipping in those days was for the most part, done with them. This writer was on these boats for some time, and he later used this idea to alter his birth name of Samuel Clements, to Mark Twain. Twain is the navigational equivalent of SAFE or of a safe depth. These depth positions were marked, hence, Mark Twain, or safe water. This great novelist was born in the early nineteenth century, two Haley's comet visits ago from 1986. His death happened after he reached the age of seventy-six, which was the following approach of this very famous comet, so in other words, he was born under its influence, and he died under it as well. So he was born in 1834 and he died in 1910, seventy-six years later. Then seventy-six years after that in 1986, I had my wonderful year of unfathomable weirdness that forever has altered my life, and all of you may be silently wondering right about now, “okay Mountainpen, so how the hell are you connecting up anything with this”? So allow me please to enlighten and inform you of some of my thinking here. You of course can then choose to agree or disagree, or any in-between area of gray that you so desire! Yes before I march along with this beating drum, I will give my credits first. They go to the fantastic Public Broadcasting Stations system, where a fantastic documentary can be viewed on this topic, and I in fact did so several months ago, and enjoyed this show immensely. But as with all things in my life, I will endlessly continue to scramble any and all possible combinations of ideas and thought patterns, of all things that I come to learn about; so as to ever increase my range of possible combinations of items, that may spell out new truths for me endlessly. This is simply how I have come to operate ever since the nineteen-nineties, and after four years or more of this continuing hell around me, that has mysteriously swallowed up any normal, or even semi-normal life, that I was once able to be living in! My book that is Copyrighted in 1994, called “The Permission Barrier”, explains all about this, and anyone, anywhere, is absolutely and totally free, to visit the great Copyright Office, and see this for themselves. There are no goddamn secrets in MOUNTAINPEN'S MORIANITY, YO! Secrets caused a lot of problems in this family. I don't mean the entire Huntington family of course, although there are plenty of them there as well! I am speaking of more 'recent nightmares and horrors', and with or without cows, Kali's, or Callio's! Yes they really did leave me with terrible fears, great United States Copyright Office, just as you heard me sing in my middle-nineties tunes!

My previous blog was discussing the Agent Falcon/Agent Condor possible connections to my 1986 nightmare. There are several quite powerful connections to the subject of UFO/ANIENS with 1986 as previously laid out in that prior blog, and now I wish to discuss some really interesting possible side connections leading me down the road to the great Mister Samuel Safe-water Clements of the nineteenth century. My song about Sahasra Dal Kanwal, the capitol city of the entire Purgatory, was written in early 1998, and sent down for Copyright. The great and mighty Shaniah Twain ripped off this song shortly thereafter. I have no worries about making that claim, as it is her who should worry. I didn't wrong her, she wronged me. The name of the song is “Dreaming Dream City”. Now I know that there is no relation to the novelist, because his true name was not Mister Twain, but was Mister Clements. However, it is the coincidences and the James Redfield synchronization's, that we're concerning ourselves with right now. The song was about HEAVEN, and my experiences there, with the great Almighty GODDESS SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE; and then along comes someone who stole quite a bit of the melody of my tune, and what name is involved? James Earl Carter, Former United States President number 39, was the one who told me in that wild 1986 experience or dreaming interaction or hyperspace travel, that “I AM DEAD”. I have blogged this, and told this story, on numerous previous occasions. It's all right up here online. To be in HEAVEN, quite obviously, you cannot be ALIVE HERE ON the Earth Planet, can you? Mister Carter told me this in that wild experience towards the end of it, as I leaped over the railing of the Atlantic City Boardwalk and our eyes met and he was standing only about six yards or so away from me. I hollered out to him, “I'm dead, Mister President”. He hollered back at me, just as I was jumping down onto the beach, “I know”! Yessir, this kind of thing happens every day, huh???????????

Then there is the great GENE RODDENBERRY CONNECTION. This is a powerful one, that when added to the other ingredients in this mix, really does put that delicious icing up on top of that big wedding cake! There is an episode called, “TIME'S ARROW”, in the “STAR TREK-THE NEXT GENERATION” (TNG), show, that is a really MUST-SEE for all of my Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!! You will only know why I say this, if you go and purchase it, or do whatever you do in this new age, to view a video of anything, or get anything. I have been told that there is nothing that cannot be taken from the internet; that is if one is smart enough to know how!!!!!!!!!!!!! I won't keep you all dangling completely however. The great Samuel Clements is a powerful part of that Star Trek episode, “TIME'S ARROW”. You really do need to re-read this blog, and then get the video; and then about a week from now, I promise, I will say a lot more about all of this; along with the 1986 visitation of Haley's Comet. Even that great old fictional television show, “THE TIME TUNNEL”, is part of this mess, IPYT; and I do believe that just as with the television show, “DARK SHADOWS”, this show was removed from the airwaves, or at least, one particular episode was. I can be wrong, and so I said that I think this happened. I don't want to be like that butt wipe reporter who said that Mayor Gillum of Tallahassee, Florida, was married to the daughter of Diana Ross, and then I came to learn that that was not true; giving a bit more credence to the one and only President DJT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't share his disdain of the media, but I don't like them; as they are a major part of the Exploratronic Supermind Society, and a part that most definitely hates me with a damn passion!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Maybe Trump is right about another matter, and I cannot believe I am saying this; me peeps! Trump and the Republicans, if I am going to be completely candid here. As most of you all know I am quite sure, they are totally against the medical system that our previous president, Barack Obama was able to legislate through the Washingtonian Bureaucratic System, that I shorten into the WBS. I speak of what you all hear termed as the ACA (Affordable Care Act). In this system, you have very little choice of who is going to be your doctor, or do anything at all medically, not if you want the insurance to pay for most or all of the services that you need. First off, I despise all of the entire system. I despise poverty. The entire system that we all have in post Ronald Reagan capitalism is stacked 100% against just about anyone at all now who literally is less than a high hundred thousand-aire, or a millionaire, or higher. That is about 90-95 percent of the American population, and you would think that numbers would have the power, but there are new secret ways to keep that reality covertly of course, from becoming exercisable. I speak of gerrymandering and all sorts of criminal justice legislation violations of basic human rights freedoms, and I could literally type on and on for hours. I would not mind a fair and a level playing field, but folks, WE DO NOT HAVE A FAIR OR A LEVEL PLAYING FIELD, NOT ONE TINY LITTLE BIT OF ONE, AND I TOTALLY PROMISE YOU ALL THAT!!!!!!!!!!!! I would love to pay a million dollars a year in TAXES. I would love to be a productive member of the American society. I have been denied any and all opportunity do do so however, me as well as millions and millions of my other fellow citizens, and 99% of everyone everywhere is absolutely clueless to what is all happening around them, nor sdo they want to hear diddly about any of it, but rather, they insist on remaining in their blissful freaking ignorance!!!!!!!!!! I say all of this just to emphasize that I would love to have given an opportunity to use some of my various talents to be productive. This was always denied me ever since the mother ******* day that I left the COOLEY HALL HIGH HELL, beginning at the great all mighty THREE MILE ISLAND NUCLEAR PLANT when I applied for a position at a security company in the year of 1979, before later ending up working at the recording studio called RPL, as a lousy Tape-Duplicator at a dollar over the mother ******* minimum wage!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But back to my point about medical insurance. I am continually and constantly persecuted and harassed. I was told by my agent who handles my medical needs, Mister Steve Berner, that if I switched over to Humana, these troubles would go away, that there would be a far greater choice of doctors and facilities, and so on, and this was all another big butt wiping lie. What else is new? Same old same old! Same stuff on a different day! Shortened to a quick abbreviation, I may say here, “SOSO-WEIN-SSDD”! Either said the long way or the short way, it is all the same old song, and its mother ******* title is called none other than “REAGANOMICS”! Still and all, this ACA or OBAMACARE, same difference, is really a royal pain in the dump butt times ten to the power of sixty. Now the Pubs talk about repeal and replace, but most poverty stricken folks such as disabled and persecuted/crucified me, get very scared, as we have to live in those in-between times where after they repeal the old, we wonder just when and where and how and all of that, will the new replaced stuff come about? It is not good politics to ever trust the Pubs when you are dirt poor and very needy and totally down on your mother ******* luck, kind lads and lassies out there, YO!!!!!!!!!!! I'm just giving it to you totally straight ******* up, me peeps! Hard punching, direct, honest, and true! That's how I like it, and it is also how I give it. If you want a lot of nice sweet sugar coated excrement and lies, MOVE OVER TO THE LITTLE BUTTON THAT SAYS, “NEXT BLOG”!

Did you know that before the early twenty-first century, the hotel on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, called the TRINIDAD, had many lovely BALCONIES? They did, IPYT! BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT peeps, YO; when I began discussing on my blogs about Paula, and her BALCONY STUNT; all of the balcony's were suddenly removed from this structure, by the new owners, who I believe were the SUPER-8-Hotel-Chain, and they purchased the place from a foreign buyer, who purchased it from the original owners; and they were called, Sheje Croupa, or let us just say that I am spelling this the exact way that I was told to pronounce this. Anyone who wants to verify the accuracy of these details, can go online to the architect and city zoning and ordinances pages, and find out if I am making up these wild stories. It would be awful mother ******* silly and stupid for me to make up a zillion lies, that can all be easily checked out by my wonderful Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Here's another whittle morsel tidbit of horse **** that is very much a head scratcher, unless what lays underneath your hair is as dead as your carpets. During that wild Christmas party at that medical research institute place where I did janitorial work for the contractor, Mister Berny Derakowski; and was told by two doctors who had a bit too much to drink, all about using very young blood to transfuse older bodies, and thus rejuvenating them to youth again, after a couple of years; just what if after they sobered up; they came to realize that they released some highly classified medical information to the lowly 'TPB' non-lightning janitor? Only readers of my great 1994 book know what's getting mother ******* said there. Aniwho, and moving this right along YO; just what if they got together, just like towards the ending of that fantastic Sharon Stone movie, “CASINO”, and had “THAT SAME TALK”, or maybe the mob is connected into the medical industry; hey after-all, everybody knows about the music freaking industry, for Jesus Christ's sake, heaven forbid, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes peeps, you heard me right. Just what if they had that talk, that in the movie, ended with that nasty scene in the Vegas desert, only with me, and knowing about my dirty little trash can habits; they simply arranged for me to pick up some horrendous medical virus? First off, if this is all real, then this is why, “MISSES MOHR, HE DID NOT THINK THAT MY THROAT WAS MY PROBLEM”, and also, this is why nobody has ever, ever, in the entire medical industry; attempted to properly treat me, or help me; and they basicly are sitting around and just hoping and waiting for me to mother ******* die in endless agony! This would also explain why many powerful, and very wealthy politicians, are involved in the mix, such as the TRILOGY FROM HELL, TRUMP-SCOTT-BONDI; as I discussed on several prior blogs, YO!!!!!! Think about it!!!!

THURSDAY, DECEMBER 6, 2018

1:06 ANTE' MERIDIAN

BLOG 79 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

What a gosh darn world we all live in. Jeepers creepers, and jeeps and creeps. 'Boy oh boy oh boy'; Uncle Wonderful-Life Billy!

I went over to my local Walmart Store yesterday, for a new freaking microwave oven, and while there, I picked up a few towels and washcloths; as this was on my necessities-list, as well as the darn oven that blew up on me as you all know, a week or two ago. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Boy are the hackers doing a darn number on my poor whittle freggin' mouse; lads and lassies! I still have not gone to visit the sheriff. I definitely plan to do this before the end of this week however, YO! Bet on that one!

People all over have become so ugly inside, and I've watched this freaking trend now for a minimum of twenty years. Some people still are very nice, and would even give the shirt off their backs, if they saw someone in big trouble, you know; 'the hero types' that we all see almost nightly on our local news broadcasts. Some media stories are real! BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, there are also a growing number of simply rotten people, who you just know in a darn heartbeat that they think only of themselves, and to them, you are merely in their way; so get the heck out of it, and that is what they project like unmissable psychological projections. If you prefer the newer age term of body language, then fine, we'll call it that. Still and all, you can't miss it. I won't bother being more specific, and try breaking down a bunch of junk that went on all day, while out on this shopping errand. So again with the WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When the black-hat-hacker-scum screwed with my Spellchecker Program on my previous blog, as you all know; lots of errors happened. It is a very necessary tool to have or else your work appears as written by an uneducated clod from the slums of Ratville. Hey we all know what's up here. My rotten enemies do to me, anything that makes me, and my story; look less credible. Anything at all that they can ever do to discredit me, and all of the numerous things that I try to put across, so as to vindicate me from my nightmarish situation; and they will fight me tooth and nail in any way that they can, so long as it is done endlessly in the secret shadows of covertness, and stealth!!!!

Speaking of these enemies straight out of the gateway of Purgatory's Dogtown, Olympia; they shot me with some of their weird 'thumb-in-the-butt chemtrails, and caused me to have another bad diareah and bowels attack made me defecate all over the bathroom floor, and toilet seat. I have now taken this late eighties/early nineties 'crap', LITERALLY, as long as I am able to, SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, KIND SIR!!!! So I went over to the Walgreen's store before going on to Walmart, and I purchased some freaking Metamucil, in a large canister, that I can mix several teaspoonfuls of this fiber-powder with some water, and drink it both morning and night, to help me to fight their vicious attacks. I have been able to not take Metamucil for about four years, but ever since Donald Trump set his evil egomaniac sights on the Presidency; he has reused this evil parallel-event technology back on full steroid force, as he had been doing until a small back off, after I came to Florida. But then, to quote the great musical wonder that we all know and love, Mizz Diana Ross; “Nothing lasts forever”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We could friggin' get into a trillion and a quarter things, kind peeps out here; so let us randomly spin the darn wheel of life, and choose maybe one or two, and write just a little bit of stuff about them, YO!!!! First off, there is no mystery behind anything done in Morianity, or spoken of in Morianity. To quote the great Marvel Comics character of Clark Kent, or Superman's alter ego, “The only real magic is the magic of knowledge”. He is 100% on the money, at least according to MOUNTAINPEN and his MORIANITY. All I mean here is that just as ADA RON WIRTZ SENIOR told me once, “It's not mysterious or far out at all what your enemies do to you if and when you understand the simple science and math behind their efforts”. I never forgot that statement made to me right outside his office building in Camden, New Jersey; right before we took a short walk down to the great famous Aquarium in town there, and back again to his office. This was done sometime in the middle nineties, and I won't lie, and say that I remember the precise date. Some times and dates are only remembered in approximations, while the majority of the events in my life, are remembered, almost as if my memory was literally a lifelong tape. This is why I do indeed make a federal freaking case out of those times that I fully and totally know only too well, that my memory had to be somehow MESSED WITH by the great WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES, AKA HALLS-FAWCES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In McGuire's Erin Bar on 10-SC Avenue, while speaking to Sarah Callio over his payphone that day, back on 7 February of 1997, was one major time; and then shortly before that, there was another “doozie-whopper”; to quote a fine and great gentleman who I'd be more than proud to call my brother, should the circumstances allow that to be true; President-44, Mister Barack Obama; when Paula King Pau001148157-Spellchecker, came to the Highview Apartments, late in June of 1996 to visit me, and do a little bit more than that to me. Yes Mister Sam the Maintenance-Man, and son-of-Sam, the policeman, over at the local PD in Williamstown; I'll never ever forget you asking me sir, who my goddess girlfriend was, back on that day. My friend over at the records bureau place, who'll remain nameless; has verified that that car was hers, Paula's, and not the Copyrighted 'sonGWRITER' song, Spellchecker!!!! Yes, my 1983 musical project, or one of three done while I was residing in Atco, New Jersey, at the rental home of Mister Gerald Pliner, on 134 Norris Avenue; was indeed titled “SAGA OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD”. Take THAT to the great Bank of the Universe, and to all future treasure hunters, and Huntington's. Yes another 'memory lapse' is after seeing that wild Throat Doctor in early 1984 somewhere, in Northeast Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. I remember things crystal clearly until I got into my car to drive back home, and then boom; it all shuts down like being knocked out friggin' cold by the great Michael Tyson. Yessir Mike, you told the world that, “Everybody's got a plan until you punch them in the face”. I think that those two previous women in my life thought the same thing, as they were always threatening to 'pound me up side of my head' too, sir. I speak of the great Dawn-Marie King and her distant fourth cousin three times removed, Mizz Paula King, and then there was indeed Mizz Mashell Daniels, at the great recording studio called RPL, back in 1980. I never mentioned Paula's threat, as I never knew it was Paula before. I still might be wrong, but it had to be her and her friends of that scary girl gang, that I have renamed in my adult life, the “Quoddy-Mockers”, since they all seemed to congregate so often in the late nineteen-sixties, right there at the Saint James Place On-ramp, to the world famous Atlantic City Boardwalk; and right outside of a special shoe store there, called “Quoddy Moccasins”. What happened, was that I had completely forced this nightmare out of my mind, even when I began my blogging project, back in January of nearly thirteen years ago now, in 2006. My mother was talked into allowing her niece, who of course was my Cousin Sandra Mason, and also the daughter of my Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason, and her husband, who was the brother of my mother, my Uncle Stuart Huntington Mason; to come down and stay with us in 1967, on a particular summer's vacation, at the 10-SC Avenue Trinidad Hotel; where if this was “south of the border, down Mexico way”, to quote the great old song; this would be translated into the TRINITY HOTEL; and she made friends with this dangerous 'girl-gang' that I've named in this 'ADULT-VERSION of the BOOK-OF-THE-BEACH', AND AKA IN MOUNTAINPEN'S MORIANITY; THE QUODDY-MOCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I do remember that about a year or so into these blogs, I did remember some of this horrendous event, that I am now going to revisit upon my heart-heavy blogaudians! On the middle of this five day-four night stay at this hotel, and after my Cuzz Sandy had made friends with this wild girl gang; my mom was going up to the boardwalk to buy a cup of coffee at the Frailenger's Salt Water Taffy Store. Sandy had just arrived, along with several of these giant beautiful teen queen friends of hers; and my mom said that she would be back in five minutes. After the door closed, I heard, or am pretty sure it was Cuzz Sandy, her, whispering into the ear of one of them, something along the lines of not to worry; as she arranged for her friend Helen Felkner to be up there, and tell her to have the coffee with her, at the bench pavilion a block to the south of Central Pier; as she wanted to discuss a personal matter woman to woman, about her boyfriend Ziggy, who was also my beach pal; and whose full name was Mister Sigmund Malyeska. He was from the country of Lithuania, and I had met him about a third of a decade earlier, when my parents had moved into a place in South Atlantic City, called the Bruce Manor Motel, only a couple of blocks north of the Bassler home, at 30 South Plaza Place, where Chester Perkowski and Estelle Andersen Bassler, were most likely residing at this very same point in time. This is when I was attending the Richmond Avenue Grammar School, on Richmond Avenue, and I was in the third grade there. To switch mother freaking gears here for just a quick butt wiping seck folks; Mizz Sleazeball Diseaseweeds Jane, just friggin' nailed me with her darn page eleven of eleven again, and I do need to compensate for the cosmic-attack on me, with my counterstriking FIVES, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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This places me ahead now, and onto the next page of my Open-Office Document of word-pages, YO. Now I will hit my 'make believe Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason clutch pedal', and switch this blogger's gearshift back again; to continue along with this monstrous nightmarish discussion; me wonderful peeps and folks, yo! HA-HA-HA!!!! I cannot be 100% positive of my facts, so I won't claim that right off the bat. But I do feel pretty dog gone certain. Sandy then stayed out in the hallway, and the only possible reason for doing that, is so that she could be the LOOK-OUT so to speak, just in case my mom returned, and got off of the elevator. Then should that have happened, she would have just enough time to warn the girls that my mom was coming towards the hotel room. Anyway, lovely teen queen Paula, told me to never ever tell, or else “she would throw me off of the hotel balcony”, and we were up on the top floor that year, above the usual room that we normally stayed at. She literally picked me up and turned me upside down, and hung me out like a rug, head first and helpless; so that I could have fallen off of the balcony, and down onto a hard cement driveway; leading from the Tennessee Avenue driveway, into the hotel, and then leading beyond that, into the hotel parking lot, that faced the adjoining street, that was more an alleyway than a street. Paula then proceeded to have sex with me on the bed, after one of them drew the curtains closed. I was only twelve years old. Still, Paula was the most beautiful giant dark haired teen queen that anyone could possibly ever imagine, and I was able to perform my manly duties at this tender age, and within only a few minutes. This is the very first time that this goddess had her way with me, and I fully believe that she is really the great Viqueen of Purgatory, Jewelly White. I also believe that she uses a minimum of two other people, that strongly resemble her physically. I have discussed all of this mess many times over in the past thirteen years; sometimes in very direct ways during major fits of anger, and other times, way more quietly; and with subtle finesse. But then I'll always hear ADA Ron Wirtz Senior telling me another powerful thing. He was mentioning my tapes, that later became part of the internet world; only there were many dozens of them, and not just the three of them compressed into small smattering sections, up on that WFMU New Jersey Crackpots hate-page. He said, “Mark, you get your points across”. I had just told him how I carefully talk around things, but that I try to tie in the stories in powerful, yet covert and clever ways. Then he uttered his famous quotation as was just stated above. Right now I am speaking to the entire people who all know who they are, and that are behind all of my miseries and woes. I am also speaking to the powerful forces and people operating the United States Copyright Office. Also I am speaking to the federal agencies who not only supposedly care about people, and their human rights, and basic safeties, and liberties; but those who protect this entire nation from global threats. You all know that the MOUNTAINPEN'S MORIANITY is no joke and no hoax. I may never get all of my facts straight, but you all know only too well, that I am not making up all of the hell that has gone down around me, ever since I not only LEFT THE COOLEY HALL, but yes, obviously even long before that; and all of my entire pathetic adult life as well, without relief, or let up, or assistance and aid in any way, or in any darn manner!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You know folks; you basicly have three choices of belief systems with my story of the past thirteen years online, and you all have seen it progress, and you all know only too well that there is not a fiction writer on the planet who could come up with anything even remotely as powerful, and wild, and outlandishly unfathomable and inconceivable as MORIANITY! I don't have to explain that to any semi rational person out here. Here then are those choices. One is that I am somehow the absolutely craziest mother trucker who ever lived here in this entire galaxy, from the beginning of time, right smack dab through until the end of it. Two is that some incredible national or global experiment is being conducted, and a few very unlucky people have been chosen to participate in it, without their knowledge or consent; and the reasons behind it may vary from no reason at all, to any possible combination of reasons imaginable. Three is that indeed, the Mountainpen has done the impossible, and has survived an incredible nightmare, and somehow managed to super sleuth his way into figuring out the existence of the most powerful and deadly dangerous group of spiritual travelers in the entire multiverse and beyond, the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY. There is in all honesty, simply no number four, or five, or anything else. One of these three items is the truth. You will make the ultimate decision shortly, or eventually, or maybe never!!!! How can I possibly ever know that answer, no matter how much seeking or knocking that I would ever attempt to do?

Mike McNulty said it all in 1971, AHA-AHA!!!!

TUESDAY, DECEMBER 4, 2018

6:32 POST MERIDIAN

BLOG 78 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN

Handing me the business again, huh Wolly Cleaver??????????????????????????

Well then, **** ME!!!!!! Sheriff Mascara sir, THESE MOTHER ******* ILLEGAL GUESTS here at this PHA BUILDING, SIR; are horrendous again today, with their ******* slamming of doors, ALL DAY ******* **** LONG. LIKE JESUS CHRIST ALL MOTHER ******* MIGHTY, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! WOW would I love to see them all in **** huffing JAIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They bring me nothing but mother ******* noise and goddamn ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, ROACHES, AND MORE GODDAMN NEVER ENDING ******* ASS ROACHES, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

At least Diana came back again to revisit her little persecuted boy (LIGHTNING), this afternoon, AKA this 'disafsternoon'!!!!!!! My mother ******* Spellchecker Program has been disabled by my mother ******* 'black hat' CUM-PUKE-HER HACKERS AGAIN; KIND SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Somebody out there somewhere really mother ******* hates my pathetic guts, Sheriff sir. They just won't allow me to ever get any mother ******* peace at all, NOT GODDAMN MOTHER ******* EVER, YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No matter how many counter-strikes done by my 'MAGNESONIC', they just won't **** chewing back off of me; KIND SHERIFF, SIR! It looks like more big ass ******* secrets need to come shooting out of the mouth of MOTORMOUTH MOUNTAINPEN, so like WHAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER MIKE MCNULTY, FROM 1971; IN EXTON, CHURCHFARM DONNA SUMMER, PENNSYLVANIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There was a television documentary, in the year 1988, shown on the NYNY station WPIX, that was called, “UFO-THE COVER UP”; with two narrating agents, Agent Condor and Agent Falcon. They said stuff that mirror imaged my ******* problems with this nightmare ******* hell, ever since 1986; right down to the mother ******* tee!!!!!!!!! After they confiscated someone's camera, when they had taken pictures, supposedly of some alien or some UFO craft; they were told, and I am directly mother ******* quoting from this wonderful television documentary, “If you ever open up your mouth, we will never give you a moment's peace for the rest of your life”. This sure ******* **** huffing sounds like what is being done to me, and HAS BEEN DONE TO ME, EVER SINCE 1986. So what happened in 1986, with me, that in some way, at least to 'THEM'; connects into this forbidden zone of aliens/UFO's, or, as Congressman Andrews might put it, back as a young lad in 1975; “WHATEVER”? Let's mother ******* quickly explore this bull****; me kind folks, and peeps of the shamrocks!

I had gone to sleep early in the morning around one or two of the clock, on the fifteenth ******* day of August, in 1986, in my bedroom at that horrible ****hole I was renting, in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, USAESMWG; from the owner, Mister dirtbag Richard Karpf, the quintessential nightmare landlord on mega-steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I fell into the most mind bending lucid dreaming interaction that I ever experienced in just over three decades of life, as then I was half the age that I currently am today. I was in a parallel universe where many things were not only very different from here in this one where I am seemingly awake; BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, different from all others, both here, and all over the hyperspace; because in all of them except for this one, I am having horrendous rotten experiences and problems; here, there, as it makes no difference whatsoever, BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, in this one particular locale in the vast and virtually limitless 5^th dimensional hyperspace; THINGS WERE BEYOND SUPER ******* WONDERFUL AND MARVELOUS, to quote the mighty King Donald John Trump. Speaking of him, he never was Frank Capra James Stuart born over in that universe. Gee, like I wonder why things were so great over there? Could it be that indeed, and just as I've claimed all along, and had it virtually confirmed by a county ADA in the early nineties; I am being wiped out by this horrible ******* monster? All of the evidence supports it, right down to ADA Ron Wirtz Senior, practically telling me that I am not wrong in my suspicions!!!!!!!!!!!!! And so here I am finally somewhere, by chance or maybe not; in this universe where there is NO TRUMP, and therefore, NO NIGHTMARE ******* HELL to deal with, 24-7-365.2422? BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, was anything about this wild 1986 experience over in that blissful parallel universe, pertaining to the forbidden subject of aliens and UFO's????????????? Well, nobody can answer questions like these, but indeed we can always continue to endlessly super sleuth around, and seek and knock; as was the advice given to all of us, from our God and our Lord, JESUS the CHRIST (Messiah)!

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