BB2AAICI--2023--CHAPTER 16

 

BB2AAICI—2023—CHAPTER 16

Friday evening, 31 March, 2023, at 5:15 P.M.

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So far today it has been one dirtbag on a motorbike, a whole damn lot of poisonous chemtrails all over the damn place, and the physical as well as mental effects of those sky-poisons, peeps. I do not feel that great, both physically as well as my general mood and basic life attitude and constitution, and if an extensive study is done on the topic of these nasty SPACEFORCE SKY WRITERS of the once Donna Summer music albums of late 1989 Mystical Club of Dogtown-Briggbase origins; even doubters and professional skeptics and unbelievers will have 2 wonder about so many things such as all of the new mental and physical abnormalities that came onto the scene at the precise time that I caused this phenomenon 2 first happen in the end of the year of 1987 after making a complaint telephone call about them in the distance on day from my guard post at the American Honda plant in the Mount Laurel Industrial Park on Gaither Drive, and instantly they came right at me after that very day, making it totally and fully a RAPBERRY DREAMS DEAL of the near future from that date, U know, “impossible 2 ignore”. On top of all of this rotten diseased horse puke folks, the weather in Florida as always, is hot and miserable, at least by the standards of the Mountainpen, YO YO YO YO ME' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!

Every night this year in small varying degrees, it is nightmare frikkin' city for the poor and pitiful NON-RON Mountainpen as well, last night or today until may awakening being absolutely no futhermucking damn ass exception, BRAHHHH!!!! Last night I was in my bank withdrawing my April rent money, which I will B doing shortly, 2 pay me' landlord; who seemingly may know a whole lot about the Shirley-Labs of 1984, or else it is just some WEIN-HUUUUUUUUUUUGE trick by the mighty futhermucking HALLS FAWCES, 2 simply make me think that somehow my tale from Dogtown has become known county wide. All the peeps here R not into blogs so they R naught reading me on the net, I assure U, oh wonderful and totally illustrious Blogaudians out there, YO YO YO, BRRRRRR!!!!!!! So back now 2 my nightmare, or the last one in a much larger series of a bunch of Dogtownish junk on pure enhanced steroids 4 crying out much louder than a 5K-W Crown musical amplifier could ever B able 2 play, even at fully opened up control and into 4 gigantic audio-stage monitors!!!!!!!!!! WOW-2-THAT-1, Mister Macy. IV am waiting 4 the teller at my bank in this nightmare 2 hand me the cash so my rent could B paid 2 Mister MP, and I wrote the check out 4 cash and 2 the tune of seven and a half bills as always, and the teller starts handing me seven one dollar bills and then grabs two quarters. I remember almost dying of a frikkin' heart attack standing there at my bank. All night, every night, it is one horrendous futhermucking nightmare after another without let up. I KNOW THAT THERE IS A REAL POWER-HOUSE TRANSDIMENSIONAL EFFECT going on between my waking life and my nightmarish sleeping life, and it has been worse in this demonic '23' year than I've seen it 'EVER EVER EVER', Mister Star-Trek-Trilane, oh U awesome and illustrious 900 light year scanner, sir!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

You really have 2 love and adore me' wonderful and wuvwee Spammenies, right Mizz Attorney General AM, and great astute Sheriff KJM??????????????????

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The death angel is annoying as mother flagging all darn mitt lately, on my left side, on my right side. What is this Mister Weldon Criminal Saunders??? Old credit slinging Mountainpen, huh Tandy company-1997? There are a lot of great Paula's out there, and great and dangerous clever curly NASA-GIRLS, and even Driver-Jackson of the mighty McDonald Douglas Company knows that much about me and my fucking dam ass secrets from HELL!

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1988, yes world, this was a real YEAR FROM HELL!!!!!

I remember it. I also remembered it unconsciously as a man of thirty. If for any reason, she ever remembers even a spark of any of this while here in any of her jacked in lives, and uses this pass-code for her computer, (eighteenclevergirls) without the parenthesis, or three identities inside of six dimensions; or as Magnesonic/Keyboards From Petahell uses it as CG-18, with or without any help at all from lovely 12 year old Queen Elizabeth, and wow few know how gorgeous our great queen was back then; but yes, great 1984 © Office, this is WHAT IS WRONG, as well as Jim Burr telling me about Zwonko and his wild inventions, and then on top of the list, when he told me that something in my family was after me, and trying to do me in, back in the beginning of 1974, and even in the end of 1973, just months after my graduation from the PC Institute, and became so PC ahead of my time, and without a single candle, Gene Roddenberry. Now that's 'sayin' something', is it not; rock star Billy Harner??????????? http://www.billyharner.com/ WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

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WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, LOVELY MIZZ AMANDA 'DARK SHADOWS' HARRIS.

Taking something said at the very beginning of the Morianity Old Testament on cassette tape, from 1995; I told how confusing ones enemies is probably equal to any number of nuke weaponry that one might use instead, and it would be so much messier for the entire world with those things all going off. Never ever mother mucking underestimate THE POWER OF CONFUSING AN ENEMY. I have been on the wrong and totally trucking nitty end of that stick since I walked out of the great powerful non lion-tiger-bear-Dorothy-twisters COOLEY WORMHOLE HALL OF KINGS HIGHWAY IN HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY, oh MISS AT&T BLAKE OF 1983, ELEVEN YEARS BEFORE I EVER CAME TO KNOW YOU AND DISCUSS MY WOES WITH YOU OVER A TELEPHONE!!!!!!!!!!!! Sam Trinidad Julie White Central Park Taxicabs all notwithstanding here great people, and all wild wide angle turns of new age school buses; remember this powerful item about confusion. It is how I am kept so far off course for numerous mother ducking decades now, President Obama my old buddy here in 'Bearhugsville, Florida, USA' Pizza-Shops!!! YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP AND YIPPIR FOLKS; this is going to get very ugly and very hairy. Miss Blake, if you have not retired from AT&T and have made a career out of your job there since I knew you from the year of 1983; well, listen up should be by some remote chance also reading along here. Lions, tigers, bears, or double tigers, all notwithstanding; Miss Blake was the lady in 1983 at the AT&T Annoyance Caller Bureau, in New Jersey. For over 70 times, one of my creditors from Illinois, where Paula Somnambulist Kings' folks all hail from in her true name-identity; and this creditor calls me and a young voice speaks and says, “YIP”. There are no rocks of Gibraltar or Prudential any longer, Mister Robert Riches. I thought that maybe, just runt eating mucking maybe, some few things would remain stable like nuclear half life times. Then it hit me like a ton of loose trucking goose farts, cubed and damn-ass Cuban. Even these items can be extremely long times as well as extremely short times, as anyone knows only too well who works inside laboratories of particle accelerators (atomic-collider's) or whatever, Bob Andrews, old 1975 pal! So what are you up to these days, Mister Russell Deflavia??????? JESUS CHRISTMAS CRAP!!!!! My bunt eating rotten nabes from hell are really slamming all day today, Attorney General Bondi, YO, even if you don't care one little darn butt bit about my rights!!! Mountainpen; you R naught, speaking so much here of Mizz Blake; even clued in one percent on how bad your family from DOGTOWN-BRIGGBASE plans 2 make U in less than a half decade from right here, and I wish I could use some I-CHING that did naught have transdimensional effects, so as 2B able 2 stop this from happening 2U, only does this naught seem like some 1969 summer time song lyrics that U wrote back there in 1969-WESTMONT, NJUSAESMWG IN APARTMENT #125-A, oh U pathetic poor pitiful guy? Yes great peeps, indeed there is an organized mother trucking group that lives right here in this world, and has nothing to do with the Exploratronic Supermind Society. They have been after me ever since I was a child, and my family is indeed, just as mucking quirk off James T. Burr said a long time ago, the reason for my suffering and endless mother fuckiGN whopping ass torment!!!!! Between slit that my father did, knit that my mother did, and MITT THAT I MOTHER MUCKING DID ALSO; none of us need to be experts in mother ducking baseball, to count to STRIKE-3, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!! 'Whaaaaa-ha-aha-aha-aha', MMCN!!!

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ALL CUTE LITTLE SAVANTS KNOW; ''THE END''

HOWEVER, IT AIN'T THE END, AS NOTHING ENDS!!!!!!

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Something seems, 2 end and yet is only in a cycle that is all destined 2 merely become a brand new frikkin' beginning. This is a truth that is built into Lawtronics.

As you know, Sheriff sir, the stock market opened up and went down, way mother mucking down. Then the SPACEFORCE ENEMIES mother ducking poured it on me all golly-dog shmucking afternoon. The illegal people up here on my floor slammed louder than I ever heard them since the new doors were put in. They have to be breaking the PHA property, and you or someone really should be investigating this mother trucking shullbit, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now after all of this death-neighborhood siege had been done to me, the Dow Jones stock markets went back up. They still were down on the day, but they recovered from being down 400 points to only around one and three quarters hundred down. This is of course always accomplished on my pathetic trucking back, AND IT ISN'T MOTHER MUCKING FAIR, OR LEGAL; SHERIFF, AND FLORIDA-AG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE ALL KNOW THAT THIS IS NOT MOTHER 'TRUCKING' LEGAL!!!!!!!!!!! But wait a couple years and watch the entire system fall apart once CUZZ TRUMPIE takes over our pitiful nation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And that is just reality, sonny-boy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey rock chuckers of the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES; you ain't gonna' mother trucking make me cry, YO!!!!!!!!!

''AND THAT'S JUST REALITY SON”.

Dennis Snyder; you had a truck mucking load of great wisdom, and these blogs commend you for it. I'd never ever think in my widest dreams of trying to take that away from you, old ex-pal from up there in nice BRRRRRR-COLD NO JOYSEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAA! Briggbase people are impossible to ever know, and you think you're so smart up there too, huh Ann ducking butt-hole King???? You can have all of those dirt ball count slapping people. Your family, your friends; you all impress ducking runt butt me as far as puke blowing in a smart-storm at light speed cubed, Cuba-Cuban, and then re-squared again, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!

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And it also seems at least 2 me that an awful lot of stuff is up now that proves one thing if nothing frikkin' else at all, YO peeps. Remember also that I did naught make up the famous slogan we all hear throughout our lives, it never seems 2 go out of trucking style, U know, “Where there's smoke, there's FIRE!”Y would Disney B searching my stuff, and remember that my now X-son in law worked 4 them and still most likely does, as all of U know, I have no interest whatsoever in the entertainment industry, and I try me' utmost best NAUGHT 2 FOLLOW THEIR JUNK, NAUGHT EVER if I can help it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and WOW WOW WOW STACEY-MACY-NIGH NIGH AND SPELLCHECKER SEEMS 2B ON TOP OF IT AS WELL, U KNOW, I TYPE IN NIGHtmares AND HIT ANENTER KEY as the system sort of back-door indicates 4 me 2 do, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

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Have yourselves a merry little day, all Merry's out there, and all else, YO! How can you worry about 'your dam job', Copyright examiners of 2008? I love you Eddie Green; you've got a darn heart, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!

To this I will give you my little personal opinion, to which I too am totally entitled to, Mizz Mashell RPL Daniels of 1980, and that is “BULLSHIT ON ALL OF YOU, CUBED, AND CUBAN, AND THEN RE-SQUARED”!!!!!!!!!!!!! Up in 2022, some of your wild suspicions of good ole' 1980 Mashell naught only came 'twue' YO and 'TWUE-BWUE TOO' lovely Mizz Amy Cooley-1972, and after U broke my arm that day but yes girl; the place where U will B moving 2 in a half decade or so Sir Mountainpen will indeed alter significantly just as your whittle dream-prophecy with Mashell's family predicted in your wild residential nightmare of all lost items including old world cassette tapes, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!! Their was a logical reason 4 the prophecy that came true and that U will also find out about in several years, as will the entire Planet Earth, and it will B called, a global pandemic, AKA Covid-19!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY-----MIND HACKING BY SPAMENNIES

Quarter shy of ten on the evening of Thursday, 30 March, 2023

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION.

Two vely non-McDowell-1972 mind hacks have struck me vely recently peeps. This will B a non MacInvondi SHORTY of a blog folks. It is merely about two necessary and extremely powerful items that needed 2B included in my recent groupings of blogged information and again was totally and completely MIND-HACKED away from me, hence from all of U as well, my Blogaudians. The most recent of these two non senior-moments is a utility assault on me late this moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, and one from the previous two weeks, when I kept meaning 2 tell U about something that my landlord and I discussed right around one month ago now as of the date on this supplemental blogging entry. Here R these 2 items now, great and non-great Blogaudians of Cyberville.

Let me quickly tell thisssssss thing now, B4 the Spammenies continue working their evil demonic magical hocus pocus ways of ever seemingly preventing the telling of major urgent stuff by the Mountainpen 2 all of U, YO BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!! 2 quote my own musical lyrics from somewhere back in the 1990's, “HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”. It was late this morning and the exact time escapes me, since this awakened me in an area where I do naught keep a clock, so that Mizz Sleazeweedsdisease cannot get at me with her ones-grouping assaults, that are eternally stemming from 1993 baseball games in Atlanta, GAUSAESMWG. I was on the phone with my Lightning Goddess Diana, connected into our communications system from an off-hook open line or dead circuit or whatever anyone wishes 2 call it. The diseased subscummites recently named by the Mountainpen, the Spammenies; put a loud illegal screeching noise through the phone because the Dow Jones was way down this morning. This of course went onto turn it around and it ended up WAY UP ON THE DAY, another of three zillion or so now of their futhermucking ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULTS and violations on my civil, human, legal, and constitutional goddessdarn rights. They persecute and harass me, POW-BAM-Chef Emeril not at all one wee bit withstanding here, and the market suddenly turns from being way down 2 WAY UP ON THE DAY, AND CLOSING WAY UP---AGAIN. The Flyers R on a super winning role string as well. I am not presently aware of the Phillies, but I would certainly if forced 2 guess about it and or gamble real cold hard cash on it, that they too R indeed following the parallel event nightmare, and R going straight down the girgler and right into damn ass Dogtown. Now for the second MAJOR RECENT MIND HACKING, but one that is dating back just a tad wee bit Irish-Patty farther than merely this rotten darn moUUUUUUUrning: This is major beyond words and please don't dismiss at as silly or trivial as things always R in the eye of the beholder, beauty as well as everything goddessdog else great folks, and lousy folks also!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When my landlord was over here, and this is what I was about 2 tell 2U all on yesterday's blog, only I again was enemy-MIND-HACKED, and this has 2 do with an unfathomable thing that lasted all but ten seconds, and yet blew my mind a whole darn lot more than poor Mister Marcucci's mind was ever blown by me back in the autumn days of the year of 1969; or at least 2 hear the great and illustrious Mister Russel Thaxton tell the tale! Golly gee gash dern whiz-fizz, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO. Now he was here so that I could give him the rent for this month of March, just as he will B here again very soon 2 collect my rent 4 the month of April. He knows about my daughter as does his wife, and hopefully they R the only 2 peeps in my park who know, as it is nobody else's whiz fizz bizz 2 put it candidly and yet flat out truthfully here peeps, YO BRRRRRRRR!!!!!!! As I handed him my cash-rent since I had just returned from my bank 2 get it 4 him and never keep cash around as that has always been a strict policy of mine since forever; as it was being handed 2 him, my mind remembered even B4-I had opened up a sealed envelope that was underneath a lot of papers on my dining room table, and knew that the denomination of my 750 dollars was 'seven Franklin's' and 'one Grant'. I then without thinking said as we all do from time 2 time and that certainly does include Mister Mountainpen-ME, “I've got seven photographs of Mister Franklin here 4U, and one of Mister Grant”, and when I said Grant, I said it the exact same way that my daughter used 2 say it back in 1984 at the throat specialists 'Shirley Laboratories' used 2 say it, it is hard 2 describe, ask the Copyright © Office, they know, as it is on my tune from the 2013 titled track called 'YBCO', and the tune was the 2^nd tune on the tape, and its name is, “Deal With This Another Time”. Also after I copied the way that she said this, I also spelled out the letters of President Grant's surname, U know, “G-R-A-N-T”, and also in the way that MC did back at age 14 years. But when I was speaking this thing, “GRANT, G---R---A---N---T”, Mike P my landlord was saying the exact same thing, and in the same exact way that anyone of U would hear it on that 2013 music tape, or if U ever heard it on U-Tube when I had it up there 4 a short while from 2013-2015 somewhere; and there is no way and I MEAN ABSOLUTELY NO DARN DOG WAY that he could have known about it other than 4 the more spuriously esoteric possibilities, or perhaps I need 2 do a slight wee tad bit of 'Lieutenant Commander Montgomery Scottie Star Trek' rephrasing here laddies, as this will B no 'tribble-trouble' at all 4 me 2 do, and thus make this read, another Montgomery spoken endless possibilities from the great 'Bewitched' Television show. He did not echo those sounds after me, as I promise U all of that, folks. He said this right along with me, “GRANT, G---R---A---N---T”, in the very same way it was spoken back in 1984 from Shirley's magical laboratory off of Grant Avenue in those marvelous driving directions given 2 me one day by teen-MC. There is no Earthly way 'IMHO' 4 how this wild event happened, only it really did happen, and I swear it on the righteous and holy name and blood of my Lord JESUS CHRIST, MY SAVIOR and eternal master and redeemer. I know that many R thinking, so what 2 this whole thing, but this is because U-R naught me, nor have U been living in my life and moccasins 4 nearly seven decades of time, QUODDY or naught, lovely Mizz 1983 glittering Blake of the mighty & illustrious American Telephone & Telegraph Corporation.

Just what the purpose of HALLS FAWCES could possibly have been 4 doing this last month with my landlord MP and myself, is anyone's guess; as again, that mighty statement kicks in from prior days of suddenly revealed major

repressed memories back on 5 October of 2008, on my blog titled, “HMTMF”. I do know that most of U out there have also had these type of strange things happen at least at some or a few times in your lives 4 those who have lived longer than just four decades or so anyway. However, the accepted thing 2 do in modern society after such things do occur is to forget it and chalk it off 2 the attitude of, “oh well, stuff happens, even doghouses and magical kids”. Well, guess what, U would B correct, that is the appropriate thing 2 do unless we wish 2 eventually become sociologically ostracized. What is Mountainpen's opinion and ideas on this deal some may just B pondering? 4 those who R, here it is summed up in a neat tiny nutshell 4 all of the great Madonna Roth's and what I jokingly call the MRS (Syndrome) from somewhere in the summer time in 1997 near the Atlantic City mainland somewhere; first and quickest, it must matter, or else 'Y the MIND HACKING' from the MO-AKA the Spammenies? 2^nd folks, and this is a slightly larger kicker I'd suppose; the utility assault on me this morning is obvious, they wish 2 endlessly inflict upon the pitiful trucking Mountainpen as much hellishness as possible with the minimum and least possible risks of potential exposure 2 their wicked and evil deeds. That is so basic and simple it should B teachable 2 a mucking kindergarten class 4 crying out louder than dog stench stinks! They most likely even hoped 2 make me forget permanently this utility assault and its market reversal caused as an instantaneous and direct result. As 4 the mind-hack on me with my landlord somehow knowing the deal with my daughter, and how she said what she said back in 1984 that day at that magical medical laboratory, and my being made 2 completely forget it, and not ever blog about it; 'welllllll', Mister non-crooked President Nixon Sir, half a century may have just ticked by Mister President oh Latengrate, BUTTTTTTTTTTTT and butTTTTTTTT-BUTTERCHEESE-BIG ASS BUTT-but-Milituforce Otammites of 1988-2008; that ole' Briper strikes endlessly does it naught oh lovely Mizz AT&T BLAKE? In any case B4 Nick chokes me out at his lakehouse, in some weird endless competition with my awesome coil the GODDESS OF LIGHTNING OF THE EARTH PLANET, there R obviously 'unlimited Daren Stevens possible things' involved in what happened that day a month back with my landlord copying an incident that he would have absolutely no earthly way of knowing tough-beans about, Uncle Stuart Non-Egg Harbors, SIR!

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BB2AAICI—2023—CHAPTER 15

Thursday, March 30, 2023

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I need all of the compensating positive-magnetics (AKA GOOD LUCK) by mortals of the Earth-Planet, that I can goddessdog futhermucking get, fwolks out there, YO!!!!!

Oh beautiful lovely giant Gina from those nineteen-nineties times back in New Jersey, yes girl, I TOLD YOU ABOUT PARALLEL EVENT AND THE EVIL EMPIRE, AND I AS ALWAYS AND FOREVER SINCE 1986, AM RIGHT-RIGHT-RIGHT-RIGHT. Flyers WIN AND WIN AND WIN AND WIN. PHILLIES LOSE AND LOSE AND LOSE AND LOSE. THE DOW JONES STOCK MARKET RACES UP AND UP AND UP AND UP. And what is needed 4 the mother ******* Spammenies 2 accomplish this whittle invisible rock chucking deadly miracle or at least deadly 4 poor pitiful NON-RON Mountainpen? Well, performing and perpetrating an endless ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY against the poor old helpless defenseless futhermucking slob, me, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, MO-BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes sir great fwolks out there as well as all U goddessdog 'silwee whaaaabbits', Elmer Fwuuuuds, and Mister Rossmoor Metsker guys out there who need 2 endlessly tell everyone just who the Dogtown they R, right Mister Roth Latengrate of northeast Philadelphia??????????? I have said this since my blogs began on the early parts of the month of January in the year of 2006, and now again shall reiterate it as I will until this is someday futhermucking halted or I am placed physically into my slit eating bunt tapping tomb peeps!!!!!!!!!!!! Just as long as 'they' can endlessly get scott sucking away with injuring and destroying my life and me absolutely covertly and with complete impunity using this ICPE-APE-TECH, this will B a major preponderantly FULL EVIL EMPIRE, ONE AFTER ANOTHER; FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, and FULL EVIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As U all know totally and completely well out there, my life 4 the past month of futhermucking MARCH-2023 has been like the rest of this evil demonic '23' year of devil numeration 2 divided by 3 or point oh 666666666666666666 forever and ever and ever!!!!!!!!!!! It all speaks 4 itself. I have nothing whatsoever 2 prove now 2 anyone of U out there, as if 17+ years of endless proofs ain't enough 4 some of U YO, welllllll then Mister Milhouse Richie Sir-N-Pres and anyone else; then that is TOUGH UNCLE FAMILY BEANS 4U, ME, AND THE WHOLE DAMN ASS METAVERSE 2 BOOT!!!!!!!!!!!

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO in reiteration here Chester-WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and anyone of Sheila Funnies Franklin else out there; allow this quick whittle CAPPING-copy of reiteration, YO BRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!

The 2^nd constant, after light-velocity is as follows:

WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:

DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE

WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:

DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN

I shall repeat this until someone helps me someday!!!!!!!!

THE END LOVELY L&O-SVU SAVANT KATY.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me DURING THE ENTIRE MONTH OF MARCH OF 2023, with air harassment's and spam telephone calls, and various 'parallel ICPE-APE-TECH-persecutions' on me since 1986 and still presently ongoing by Trump and his evil thug-gang; on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.

Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.

Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).

Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND

S--------T--------O--------P.

I plan on opening this up with a small wee bit of necessary information that pertains 2 what I jokingly have called for at least a decade now, and perhaps longer than this; the “MACY-CLUB”. I do it for one main reason. Two of those three persons on those old early millennium television commercials come often 2 me in my dreams, and back in days and times where flat out put here, I just never was thinking of these peeps in my daily waking routine, naught even in the slightest amount. Dreaming persistently about peeps who we R naught consciously dwelling on nor thinking of in even the smallest amounts, signifies a whole lot more stuff in absolute reality than what the psychiatric so-called experts tell us is behind the phenomenon. Also, I don't think of those two distant family-parts any more than ever in recent times even when large things R going on with them, yet during times where these large things happen 2 them, such as my daughter's projects or plans as well as Trump's political activities and successes, causes mind bendingly powerful intense and vivid nightmares and almost on a regular basis 4 months at a time. The real reason is naught them causing it 2 happen 2 me either, any more than any so-called psych-junk written of in scientific journals such as the Diagnostic Statistical Manuel (DSM). It is all about the Biblical and Morianity teachings of dreams and prophecies and Towel Seepage Effects (TOSE) of the 'transdimensionalization'. Yes, this is a Morianity-Mountainpen created word. When Old Testament biblical prophets were sent into parallel worlds (given dreams and visions from Astral-Sources) (the heavens), they were sent into far distant 5-D hyperspace realms where the Tobycouch Syndrome is extremely prevalent in all such matters here being discussed. A very dependable way of decoding these wild imagery scenes from their visions/dreams is now quite easy 2 perform once the methodology 4 so doing it is shown to the prophets by the great Astral-Sources (GOD), if U all insist on that particular verbiage, word choice, and nomenclature. Also those wild commercials of the early millennium had a female in this tri-grouping, Mizz Martha; and despite the spelling of her name not being the spelling of my family's name back B4 it was transitioned into the Huntington lines of more recent and modern days of post-Renaissance; such varying of spellings can indeed all B part of equal family lineage systems, and naught knowing one way or the other; I merely say okay, with the other two characters along with this, it ups the odds for it naught 2B merely a non-relational spelling. All things indeed have origins and sources, all things do indeed stem from some first event or happening, and this is why many surnames exist, as they originated from what the family did 2 earn their living, such as shoemaker, carpenter, and so many other trades it needs naught all B mentioned and listed. I absolutely do believe in the MACY CLUB, and do not think 4 one single micro-moment that these three peeps merely coincidentally made that television commercial for the Macy Stores, Trump, Carey, and Stewart. But if this is and was all that there is 2 all of this ranting, I would B wasting both my time as well as yours whoever is reading this, as it would B a silly parade of nonsense foolishness 2 put it mildly politely. This is no different whatsoever as when I begin receiving multiple harassment's out of the blue, an air attack, a computer hack, a spam phone call, and along these lines, as it merely ups the odds that this is indeed an attack that is going on and naught just a random unpleasant piece of life merely randomly kicking in. Speaking of this, at two minutes B4 the opening bell on Wall Streets evil demonic stock market yesterday the 29^th, I was at the park waiting for Sir Swap to arrive B4 going into the local library 2 return some due-DVD's that came due yesterday, POW-BAM, no Chef Emeril but rather, a major aerial assault zenithing right over me, and always that same exact private plane with the long white wings and their ugly black tips. This plane has dogged me since the very beginning of this nightmare back in late 1986. I am most certainly naught imagining any of this, nor am I lying 2 get attention, and am more than willing 2B polygraph tested as well as Sodium-Pentothol truth drug tested by anyone in authority, and at any time, and at their futhermucking convenience. I have nothing 2 gain by making up a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE tale from HELL (DOGTOWN), only 2B eventually proven a liar and an idiot. If I were insane, I would naught B able 2 speak in a rational way and continue 2 go on and on without eventually doing what I already gave an example about on much earlier blogs back in my first two years of blogging while residing at Jenny Plageman's trailer park, the Mullica Mobile Manor (MMM)----Non-Bonjovi-Gmail address, at 3100 South Julia White Horse Pike, in Mullica, NJUSAESMWG, in Lot #10 Trailer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I plan 2 get a whole lot more into the MACY CLUB, and most likely, in order 2 do it completely as well as properly, I will need 2 do it on my own blog-web-site, either at WIX or somewhere else, that offers the ability to cut and paste from a word-program so that I can transfer many of my old blogs from other sites such as BDC and others, as well as CAP in many of my old documents from my computer files. Yes, I gave an example of how a truly insane person could not write entire long winded blogs without suddenly tuning reality out and sounding utterly moronic and off the wall, I will now give 2U all a reiterated example of what I already gave 2 my Blogaudians back about 15 years or so ago from New Jersey: “I woke up at noon and had a nice breakfast. I showered and dressed and left 4 my job at my security guard-house. I got through most of the day without 2 many unusual things 2 report 2 my Blogaudians. However at half past three in the afternoon suddenly, a car pulled up and five large guys got out and began hollering at me 4 absolutely no reason whatsoever. Then I telephoned my sergeant 2C if he wanted me 2 call the police. He came over and when the men would not stop their lewd and bizarre behavior, he had me phone the local police. They arrived and arrested the men and a tow-truck came within half an hour 2 toe their vehicle away. Then the flowers on the moon began speaking loudly 2 me and told me 2 go jump in a pile of pig urine. My clothes seemed 2B on fire and I began 2C weird looking aliens all around me. I will tell U all more on my next blog”. UC folks, we all know that when it is all said and done, the great god of the psych world, the DSM followed by whatever its most recent number may B, has a clear and concise definition of how a delusional or schizophrenic patient behaves as well as speaks or writes, and that is one perfect example. Reality can just suddenly fade in and out with a truly sick mind, and I am not sick or delusional. All the junk that I have claimed has happened 2 me, has happened. Their other total shullbit deal is 2 say 2 me that it is my reactions and interpretations of stuff happening 2 me and around me that is abnormal. My retort right back at them, lovely Mizz L. McGuire Duff, is simply thisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss: U live my goddessdog life 4 one lousy year let alone nearly four goddessdarn decades, and C if U do naught say and do and feel and think pretty dern close 2 the way that the goddessdog Mountainpen does, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How easy it is to judge and certainly 2 MISJUDGE ANOTHER PERSON who we R beyond clueless 2 properly ever understand in any meaningful totality. Jesus Christmas puke on a pike, folks; 4 crying out louder than 16 bells of SPL!

Now for tying in a lot of stuff about two thirds of the great MACY CLUB, leaving poor Mizz Martha a bit out in the cold 4 a while. This message is only 4 the smart 'ENTEES' as some few have called them, U know NT as in 'Never-Trumpers'. The peeps who adore this monster from DOGTOWN, the ruler of the Astral Plane BRIGGBASE, will love the words that I say and maybe use them as well unfortunately, but that cannot B helped, as it needs 2B spoken 4 those ENTEES out here on the blue side of the great WASH-AISLE. Yes folks, I take back every word ever written on KM, the new SOTH of WASH. When he shushed those out of order dirt bags that night of Mister J.R. Biden's fantastic speech, I tried 2 like the guy a wee bit, but all bets R off on that diseased nut-case now, after all of his recent rhetoric. I deplore these rotten sicko peeps on the red side of the Wash-Aisle. Maybe naught every single one, but all of the extreme buttwipes, and many indeed there R, YO BROADCASTED BRO of Mike Soft SPELLchecker!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, 4 those who worship that sicko, they will only love a lot of what I now will say, at least 4 the most part since they all despise me so much that maybe all bets R off on that one as well. They R perfectly at ease and happy 2C this monster pile of disease get in, take over, rule the nation forever with his evil royal sick greedy family from Dogtown, censor all those who don't like him, and even painfully execute many of his enemies of whom I would B right up there at the top of a list, I assure U all, and I also do indeed assure U great tasty Spellchecker allBERRIES!!!! When I was a silversmith in Rome twenty centuries ago, I lived with Diana, my name was Demetrius and yes world; I was destined 2 have a great movie made about me 2,000 years later, that pertained to one of my 2020 blogs from back in my PEEHA DAYS, that were discussing the dice game spoken of in bible scripture by the Roman soldiers. This was my Sporadic Blogs chapter-book name, and the final one that managed 2 post and naught B censored off after some interaction in late 2022 at my local library with the Blogger Team concerning this. This is not a blog that is going 2 get into DNA and along those lines, as that can wait 4 other times folks. This blog has one purpose. It is going 2 open up and lay down a foundation. This is a foundation about the MACY CLUB and its tentacle connections into the life of the Mountainpen, no matter how many peeps call me a violently insane crack pot up on internet radio forum chat-rooms. If this would ever stop I would B the happiest futhermucking person on the planet, only it never ever will stop, and that is totally beyond obvious as well as quintessentially axiomatic. It does Notfondauonebit naught matter if I live in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG, Fort Pierce, Florida-USA-ESMWG, or on the lovely goddessdog moon, or in Boise, Idaho, Terrahutt, Indiana, and so on forever. I could B on an island in the middle of nowhere such as on top of the mountains of Fiji Island. The forces doing these things 2 me don't care about my cartographic and geographic physical location. This is as meaningless 2 them as that first season 1960's 'THE OUTER LIMITS' TELEVISION SHOW episode titled, “some four letter initialed thing”, and I am being mind hacked, as usually I can pull stuff like that out of my long term memory without one small problem. That is until I need 2 make some powerful point on one of my blog texts of course folks. This is a machine in this wild outlandish television show that is able 2 literally zero and zoom in 2 anyone within a certain range of distance and do all sorts of monstrous and horrendous things 2 them and against them, it is truly a great show as it is both entertaining as well as fully demonstrates and completely illustrates so many of my Morianity-points of these 17+ years of these blogs. And yes, U all know or U should have figured out at the time, that I was also mind-hacked out of a recent blog word, I was looking 2 say “ZOOM” and I ended up saying “a close up shot”. This is all nothing but absolute futhermucking MIND-HACKING, right there along the lines of that great 'TOL-TV-SHOW' episode. But getting back 2 Trump and many things that all endlessly tie together, and no matter how many peeps out there who may very well wish 2 high-Christ that they did naught. In a parallel realm naught all that distant from my waking realm heredahelda and yes Spellchecker, and HERE; Trump is associated with a large group of medical institutions and most of them appear 2B psychiatric as opposed 2 medical/physical hospitals. Then we have MC and her incredible deal with the unfathomable and as I term and label it from time 2 time on my blogs, “Shirley's Laboratory and throat specialist office”, off of Grant Avenue, over in NE-Philly, PAUSAESMWG. Now how old was the lab technician high school girl in 1984, if I am permitted 2 pose the hypothetical question 2 all large entertainment companies of this planet, such as the great and awesome, and wonderful and illustrious COMCAST-14-84? Now how old was Mizz Tilley in the summer time in 2009 when the family took the seashore trip that day, Mizz red hot gorgeous PP? Now we're far from being done here peeps. If UR naught completely bathroom satisfied B4 reading on, may I indeed suggest that U-TCOBB (bathroom-bizz); ask any 'AA' person if unable 2 decode here. Yes, please B bathroom ready here B4 moving on now, as I am in no way accepting responsibility 4 anyone's toilet accidents. SO SAHWEE all great Japanese Ambassadors of WWII, AHA AHA AHA AHA AHA AHA MISTER MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Haven't anyone of U ever decided 2 wake up just a wee tiny bit here and realize just Y the dude was freaking out back one very hot day in late summer or early autumn of 2009? The dude was up in his chopper going around and around pissing himself and was too scared 2 land on the roof of his own damn Plaza Hotel Casino where Ann and I had a room there THAT HE HAD COMPED 4 HER. He didn't know anyone in the family would B with us that day. Suddenly his casino pit boss crew sends him a text photo or whatever of me at one of his roulette wheels there standing there with lovely awesome Leticia, and yes, another girl-name in the great illustrious mind boggling future predicting television show, “DARK SHADOWS” from the 1960's, me' BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He comes ripping over from Manhattan to Atlantic City that day after seeing who he was convinced was the LAB-TECH OF SHIRLEY'S THROAT PLACE off of Grant Avenue, and this is a story that needs 2B exposed that happened one month ago now, and I will tell U about it today as it is beyond a quintessential TMBB. (Thaxton-Marcucci Mind Blow) from 1969!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW Mister Macy sir. But let me stick with one topic at a time as this is starting 2 bring back powerhouse memories of days where I drove around on my errands back in New Jersey in the nineteen-nineties, and kept what I called a VEHICLE SITUATION RECORDER SYSTEM going, or a tape recorder in my car so as 2B able 2 endlessly report all of the endless things happening 2 me while out driving with my horrendous evil OTAMMIC ENEMIES or what I now am calling my Spammenies. Now anyone who hasn't yet put together that my recent dream of the boat ride nightmare with my Latengrate in this waking world transdimensional pal Dave Roth, and my disappearing mother who obviously had gone 2 visit her coworker pal from the shipping company, the great Big-Shirley and she was big, as in a white version of the 'Shirley' on the great and super cool “What's Happening” television show of the 1970's. Also 4 those who haven't already put the other biblical-TOSE stuff together concerning the owner of the boat rental place and my sitting in a car in his large parking lot near the boat launching area of this lake, when I was in this car and it was late June or July from other dreaming situations-interactions, and the owner came out of his home and walked over 2 the car where I was laying back in a rear seat inside of with the top down on this large red convertible automobile, and was playing my harmony-track of my 2013 song, “You'll B Crossing Over”, and he reached in and turned the volume completely off and walked away without saying one word; this has a beyond futhermucking HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE TOSE interconnection with my waking world and my doing that song here over at Bonjovi's Avalon Recording Studio. We'll get more into this at later times on following blogs, but let me stay on point for today with what I am discussing. Trump saw that text video that the casino crew had piped onto his cellphone, quite obviously and he came tearing over on his souped up high speed whirlybird helicopter. He knew that my kid was just a mile or less away over at the Harrah Casino performing a concert. He then put a lot of potential two plus twos all together and came up with the frightening conclusion that I was planning 2 play Star Trek Lazarus and bring them together, U know, MC and LT. Take my word 4 this folks, I may naught have been able 2 do this other than 4 the fact that anyone who is a true MC fan who would have then seen Leticia with me, would have soiled their underpants and it wouldn't have been that difficult 2 get these two distant 4^th cousins together that day if that had been my plan, only it wasn't, BUTTTTT and I do mean here BUTterfields BUTTT, big ass BUTT and but peeps YO; I did fake the Spammenies out earlier in the week from my car that I know is always totally bugged up by this diseased bunch of snot twat stick lickers from Dogtown. I pretended 2B planning 2 do this back in mid-week since the family had made the weekend plans 2 go 2 the shore and Trump had just comped Ann at his great Plaza Hotel in a marvelous top floor suite. I did it from my security job over at Cifaloglio, now owned and part of the world renown one and only WASTE MANAGEMENT COMPANY of Tulleytown, PAUSAESMWG. U have 2 admit another thing here folks. I cannot help but endlessly wonder just how much incarnated GODDESS SCYLLA-PINK knows in her now human form of MC. I was assigned that job at Cifaloglio and started working there on the evening of 11 March of 2005, back when my Job Coach from 'Provadenia' Avenue in South Atlantic City, Mizz Jennifer Washburn; took me over 2 a small Pleasantville security company office, and B4 it was shortly thereafter bought out by a national and quite huge organization that does events, sporting, musical, U name it, and yes folks, another wild coincidence. But here is the real kicker. That great movie that MC stared in back in the early starting days of this 3^rd millennium called “GLITTER”, as in my middle eighties tune about Atlantic City, my gaming at the casinos there at Trumps place and how he broke me one day, and how I was no fan of booming sounds or glittering lights, and on and on. But in this movie of wonderful lives and boy oh boy uncles, and Lenny McKinnon copycat stuff that goes beyond anything that Raspberry Dreams could even remotely ever hope 2 compete with here folks YO; remember the scene in “GLITTER” where MC is wearing that hat, and it says something very close, no naught exactly but very close 2 my future employing guard site, CIFALOGLIO? I can go on and on, and U all know this. Then I wonder YU all continue 2 just keep thinking of me as some crack pot insane person. U2 would B just as much as I am doing, blogging and speaking out 2 all of these things that all R obviously connected in all five dimensions, and if it was happening 2 anyone of U out there, U would B just as much as me, trying endlessly and desperately 2 make the world listen and believe my tale!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So 2 quote the great and mighty Sir Chester-Frank here folks: “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”! Now we take my blog view count for the past five days that went from averaging 900 weekly views to 400, with a five percent range-tolerance. Y-U may B asking? Well, RU denser than a puke sandwich inside of a lead containment field in a nuke-plant? Obviously my kid and the family make up half of this Blogaudianship. If there is another explanation fine, I'll listen YO. Well, in any event, happy BD-53, MC, and WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

Now speaking of BD's here, yesterday was the 29^th, and PEE's BD, she turned 26 years old and no longer attends some transdimensional Egg Harbor City College, obviously peeps. Still, in our waking world I do not know one way or the other what happened, but in many parallel worlds I do know that there was a miscarriage and there simply never was a PEE. Still, what happened over at the Highview Apartments in late June of 1996 HAPPENED, and the taxi ride nightmare and the miscarriage all did happen in another part of the great 5^th dimensional hyperspace. I think that Viqueen Jewelly White or Julia when she exists physically as a type-3-exploratron, actually dreams into these two powerful gorgeous women here in my waking world, U know, Paula King and Patricia Hollister, and AKA, and 4 purposes of the BOM, (Patty-HHH). I can B wrong, but folks, I believe that after my education on Pearl Harbor Day of 1996, and my I-CHING trip that took me into this fantastic voyage of beyond mysterious and hidden truths of cosmos, that led me into the eventual clearer understanding of the three levels of spirit, type-1, type-2, and type-3; that indeed, this is what is going on, and Diana and her mom Leda told me that this entire thing is Y we have these trace amounts of reverse realities of separation systems, or (polarities of orbiting electrons) 2 put things in a slightly more scientific grouping of words here. All my life I have enjoyed television shows of crime drama both fictional and even educational such as Doctor-G and along those lines, and yes, it makes perfect sense 2 me. We know that we all leave tiny infinitesimal trace pieces of ourselves everywhere all the time, and this has led 2 endless convictions of brutal monstrous evil murderers the world over 4 many many decades now, and thank the gods 4 this. This is all just small foundations and on my own site down the line somewhere, I promise 2 really get into the more detailed and elucidated stories 2 this and many other things as well, folks.

Yesterday was March the 29^th and lovely daut-PEE's BD, transdimensional-PEE that is, as here she doesn't exist but unlike all of U out there, I DO NAUGHT LIVE THREE DIMENSIONALLY. I move in the goddessdog 5^th dimension. It also was a major super BOTBAR DAY because of a stupid agent from the FINGERHUT who told me that I can make a payment 2 purchase a card table by using a credit card or a debit card, and all the time, they had a policy of naught allowing a credit card on an original order placed by a new customer, debit card only. Many creditors insist on this, and just Y is anyone's guess; because who cares how a bill is paid as long as it is paid? Customers such as me, who R dirt poor need that lousy dollar cash back on a hundred bucks spent, and debit cards do not make that offer, only futhermucking credit cards do. But my beef is that we spent an hour on the phone running through one credit card after another, with the system not going through, and me getting scared that someone had stolen my goddessdarn identity, and run all of my cards up 2 a max-out amount. Well eventually I paid with my debit card, and I was not planning on using the 'Fingerhut' account until the end of the year when I could afford 2 purchase this card-table that I do need, for 70 smacks. It was a very miserably unpleasant futhermucking experience 2 put this Tommy ROWE non-alpha-soup agent politely here me' gwate folks out there in Cyberville, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BRO!!!!!

You cannot beat the futhermucking mathematical truths 2 stuff, and no one takes me seriously. I have 2 endlessly endure peeps telling me, I am one big cop-out attitude person talking endlessly of luck and curses, telling me that we make our own luck, and I promise U all folks, this is all 100% total rock chucking stick licking shullbit. It's the epitome of stupidity to quote the Latengrate Sir David Charles Roth of Northeast Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA-ESMWG. My life charts PROVE THAT THEIR BELIEF SYSTEMS R 100% TOTAL FUTHERMUCKING SHULLBIT AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT SQUARED, and yes, I trucked up and I said that 11.8 IPNS is C-SQ and that was a mind-hack, as it is not C-SQ, just C. So sahwee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I will say so much more later on that it will choke a coil B4 I'm allBERRIES and ALL THROUGH HERedahelda android0.9 AND HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW that endlessly signaling great Mister Mike Soft HELLWRECKER SPELLchecker. Like WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS and WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and WOW-WOW-WOW-MACY-STACEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END TRANSMISSION FWOLKS.

I awoke right around three on the button this rotten horrible frikkin' afternoon, 2 a loud persecuting air attack around a quarter past three followed by immediate spam phone calls from peeps who should B in prison 4 representing a national police organization and have harassed me sounding official and demanding a lot of my money or else, pretending 2B viable real police authorities, and these calls have been ongoing since ten years or so now and always come while under a lot of other OTAMM-SCUM-harassment, so I can know without a small wee tiny bit of non Patty-Irish-doubt here, that yessir world, this is their harassment and persecution on the poor NON-RON Sir Mountainpen, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! EVERY DAY HERE IN FLOWERLAND-USA THAT'S AKA FLORIDA, IS HOT, HUMID, ROTTEN, AND MISERABLE, and this day is absolutely no futhermucking exception. I am quite sure their stinking stock market is flying, and that all the other ICPE-APE shullbit is all 100% in place and working 4 my Spammenies at full blast. It always futhermucking does and has been since the inception of this goddess-awful nightmare on the moUUUUUUUrning of the 15^th of August back in the year of 1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

For the past half week or so my pageview-count weekly views number has dropped very HUUUUUUUUUUUGELY, and so I will soon naught B posting up anything beyond my averaging of three blogs per week. I respond 2 my customer requests, and only 2 them. I still plan 2 get my story out, but only according 2 the customer request equation as Mountainpen now is naming this wild whittle item. For a shortened abbreviation, call it the CRE, and Y naught lovely Mizz Blake from 1983? After-all it does begin with SINGULARITY'S mighty or reworded and “Scotty-Tribbles-re-phrased”, wonderful word, “CREATION” 'ALMIGHTY'!!!! Folks, I have absolutely no intention of letting this evil demonic futhermucking wickedness on and against me (Mountainpen) go unpunished and unnoticed by this planet's population, naught if I have 2 remain here as present-me for five thousand years, and visit all of this on the next 1,700 future generations of all of U right here and right now, lovely LOO on the “L&O” television show. I'll tie in all of the proving items, show U in indisputable mathematical truths that this all has 2B totally real; and go even further after that 2 show U that if these butt-wiping stick licking querkedoff bunt tappers can get away with doing this all 2 me now from 1986 through 2023 and presently counting onward, then they can at any time, do this same evil and perpetrate it onto anyone of U and anyone that U love, folks, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!

Okay there U silwee ole' WHAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT, the END OF THISSSSSSS TRANSMISSION, 'FWWWOLKS'.

POOR PITIFUL NON MIZZ RONSTADT ME!

AKA POOR POOR PITIFUL NON-RONSTADT MOUNTAINPEN.

'PPNRM', & it can B pronounced as 'Popinoromo' 4 short!

JUNE 21, 2014,

SATURDAY AFTERNOON AT 5:01,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 93 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY-50%, and summer is reading calendars.

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, MISTER ELMER FWUDDDD!

Santa Claus and Patty Hollister, 'oh boy'. Forget the three damn zoo animals. We have a real situation here, wonderful pwanet Earth. Like WOW. So just who influenced all of these people and all of these things from them in 1975, along with them and 'associates/friends' from even earlier, and on and on and on? You know peeps, I ran into a professor not that long ago who attempted to figure out the odds of this all happening if I am not just nuts as all get out as well as eliminating any chance for coincidences, and he came up with, GET THIS, 3.57847 times 10 to the power of 78. Yes sir/mahm, that's about three and a half times ten to the seventy-eighth power, YO! Is this 'twuwee naught' a 'TMMB'? (Thaxton-Marcucci Mind Blow)?????????? WOW-WOW AND A BIG FWAT WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

On the night of the transformer power pole fire a couple of weeks back now, I was in the vestibule area of my Public Housing building here on my 6^th floor, and got talking to several of my nabes. I rarely see folks as I rarely venture outside of my damn apartment because of the heat in this horrible state. I wouldn't know most folks around here if they fell out of the sky in coins, Mister David Childress, sir!!!!!!! Still, one lady the same age as my daughter or maybe one year older, asked me if I would allow her to use my password on the Comcast, so she could access the great and mighty internet. She tried to get me interested in using the computer again, and I resisted and resisted. But she wore me ******* down and here we go, my blogs came back. My eyes do not do well on this small screen, and I am poor and cannot afford a nice system that those folks with big bucks can gain access to. Long Story Short or (LSS), for short YO, as long as I can pass the 20-20 line at the eye institute that I visit annually in Port Saint Lucie, they don't care how some people have a glare problem and have problems with small screens. Everyone keeps saying, go online, go online, and I keep telling people, my eyes are all ****** up and I am awaiting my cat laser surgery for Christ's sake! She told me to blog in a larger font and then change it back when all through typing. It works. So whoever blew the damn power pole did themselves a big 'disfavor', to quote my late and great Babylon, New York Uncle Heinz Gottwald. If they had not done this to me, my blogs would still be dead in the water, and your latest antics done to me, (Trump-Scott-Bondi) AKA the TEAM FROM HELL, are now going to be exposed. Still, in fairness and all honesty, is it really them, or is it the POWERS, (HALLS FAWCES) TYPE-3 EXPLORATRONS, or THE ASTRAL PLANE GODS, who really are empowering and totally mother ******* influencing and controlling them to do all of these monstrous and horrendous things to me, YO? Many mortals may wonder, well let's say you're not a total ******* nut case and all of this is real and true, oh you big stupid ***hole Mister Mountainpen; then WHY ARE THEY DOING THIS TO YOU? The problem here folks is that this information is being and has been, KEPT FROM ME, and if anyone knows it and ever tries to tell me; their entire lives and the lives of all whom they love, will be viciously wiped out and destroyed. I know that much for a total **** sucking fact, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW.

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MOVING TOWARDS THE 15 YEAR

How Do I Find Out for Free If Someone Is Dead?

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The time comes to everyone that we “shed our mortal coils” and pass on from this life, but if you want to know if a specific person has died, it can be difficult. Not everyone gets an obituary notice about their passing and even if they do, such a notice can be hard to find. Fortunately, the Social Security Administration maintains a free and easily accessed database of virtually every death in the United States.

Step 1

Visit the web page for the Social Security Death Index (SSDI).

Step 2

Enter the information about the person you're searching for in the SSDI search box. Don't use the other search boxes that appear on the same page. Search using the person's Social Security number, if available, as that is the most precise search possible. If not, search on their name. If you're uncertain of the spelling of their last name, use the pull-down menu to choose "Soundex" or "Metaphone" (try both), which will look for spelling variations. Otherwise, use the "Exact" option. The SSDI search will return information on the person's death, including full name and the places they lived when their Social Security card was first issued, and at the time of their death.

Use the "Advanced Search" for more sophisticated searches. You can fine-tune your search results by entering the date of birth or death or state of residence. You can even search without entering a surname, although this tends to produce large lists of search results unless the first name is very unusual.

References

• Ancestry: Social Security Death Index

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About the Author

David Sarokin is a well-known specialist on Internet research. He has been profiled in the "New York Times," the "Washington Post" and in numerous online publications. Based in Washington D.C., he splits his time between several research services, writing content and his work as an environmental specialist with the federal government. David is the author of Missed Information (MIT Press, 2016), a book exploring how better information can lead to a more sustainable future.

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Many great authors R out there-some R not out there.

Yes, who is alive and who is naught, I wonder?

I wish 2 learn just who of many peeps that I consider 2B less than a friend, 2 put this politely, as well as delicately. Even the mighty Mister Tommy non-Agent ROWE of 1969 and his great tunes such as DIZZY and JAM UP & JELLY TIGHT, would have 2 admit that fact!

Why Do I Make The Statements and Claims That I Do

“Okay” Sir Latengrate John Atlantic City King your HIGHNESS; and 'daut-Paula' who has perhaps been taken over and MC'd, by some hyperspace DOPPELGANGER 'other' non-Harrah Casino 'version of her'; my proofs need naut always get into really complicated bull-spit with virtually endless algebraic equations and interrelated geometric formulas, all stretching off their large collegian blackboards; and here is a 'WEELWEE FANTASTIC EXAMPLE' of just how 'simple' both that Colorado Resident, and Latengrate Organizational Big Brother, Mister John Henningsen, and I; and no Mike Soft, NAUGHT android0.9; but how John and I can be, both heredahelda and BE HERE! Just simply examine the facts on this little STATS PAGE. To prove how either I am being intentionally screwed with continually by the POWER STRUCTURE OWNERS OF THE INTERNETExplorer0.6 AND THE INTERNET, just look at the facts. How can I have only 103 page-views on my blog as shown on this date of 7 January for YESTERDAY'S display, and then we examine YESTERDAY'S display as the current day but use the STATS SHOWN BACK YESTERDAY, January 6? It does not compute. If this is not intentional jiving, then what is it all about? Is it all a part of the great surreal 'GASME GODS GAMES', or is the mighty GOOGLE just a big flawed thirty dollar fly by night computer mom and pop company? Well, we all know that's not true, don't we, yo? So fine, then one of you mucking geniuses tell me just WHAT THE DOGTOWN IS GOING ON HERE, how about it? Just to make it easy, I will display this back to back for simple and easy viewing. So if someone ever wishes to comment and provide me with a logical rational reason for this obvious SCREW UP, then go right ahead, yo! It's all right here!!!

Dec 30, 2019 7:00 AM – Jan 6, 2020 6:00 AM

Mark, you're life is about 2 go 2 DOGTOWN!!!

JUST LOOK AT THE GODDESSDOG DATE, YO.

All part of the complexities of the G-GODS!!!

Pageviews today 171 Pageviews yesterday 335 Pageviews last month 3,544 Pageviews all time history 201,272

Dec 31, 2019 9:00 PM – Jan 7, 2020 8:00 PM

Where RU when I need U Professor Michio freaking Kaku of NY University??????????????????????????????????????????????????

Up here now in 2023, how I wish I could tell U 2 get out of America B4 it's 2 LATE!

Pageviews today 2 Pageviews yesterday 103 Pageviews last month 3,471 Pageviews all time history 201,429 Followers 2

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END OF THIS WHITTLE TWANSMISSION, YO.

MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024

Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.

Sunday evening on March 19^th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.

Beginning of transmission.

WOW will UB punished for that whittle mockery, MTPN!!!

Boy oh boy folks, I won't even begin 2 get into me' endless wild crazy 5^th dimensional experiences from earlier on this day, as this can wait 4 other times & other blogs, YO. This very short whittle blog will say only a few things that I wish 2 now merely open up 4 all of U out there in good ole' freaking Cyberville. Back B4 the weekend began, last Friday, I managed 2 kill another giant female cockroach, and then I emptied another RAID CAN into the 'joint' Mister Winn of X-Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG of late 1983 somewhere, and a wee bit B4 my trip 2 Orlando, Flowerland-USA, to visit the Chief Recording Engineer then retired from the world renown Recorded Publications Sound Laboratories of Camden, NJUSAESMWG, Mister 1-and-only Howard Solomon. One thing that I've learned over everything else and JUST SINCE MY BLOGGING DAYS THAT BEGAN 17 YEARS AGO now folks; EVERYTHING ALL FITS PERFECTLY TOGETHER, and if it does this 4 me, I am quite sure that all of U share that reality with me, one way or another! But the big story 4 right now is weirder than anything else. I started these blogs on blogger dot com (BDC) in early January of 2006, and yet the record of this has somehow seemingly disappeared, only going back 2 sometime in the following year of 2007. What is this planet going 2 do 2 the poor & pitiful (NON-RON)-Mountainpen next, we R seemingly all left 2 wonder and ponder over, huh peeps? I believe the following, “WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, MISTER NIGH-NIGH MANHATTAN-MACY”, would B fairly darn appropriate here, 2B added in onto this blog; don't U????

People; if UR born poor and folks in general always seem 2 take more of a disliking 2U than a liking, no matter what U ever do or how hard U ever try and remedy the problem that is within your human reach 4 doing; you R simply GOING 2 REMAIN IN POVERTY 4 LIFE NO MATTER HOW DAMN HARD U EVER TRY 2 REMOVE YOURSELF FROM THAT LOWLY POSITION. This is a simple one paragraph description of the life of Mountainpen as well as the predicament of Mountainpen that thereby goes onto make him believe after a lifetime of careful analysis and study, that he must B under some horrible nightmare FAMILY FRIKKIN' CURSE that began a very long time ago back in the dimly lit dark ages of recorded history, since no other BETTER EXPLANATION possibly exists 2 explain the matter to his satisfaction. If U insist on a major abridged compressed telling of my tale, well, there it is in the short opening of this blog, as it also would easily include all and every one of those extremely negative circumstances, that go onto become a part of the life of 'poor pitiful NON-RON-MT-PEN'. 4 short, I may now turn that previous sentence into another Morianity-famous abbreviated shortened grouping of letters, (PPNRM)!!!!!!!!

Yes folks, all things tie in together, not only in our waking lives but in all of our ever increasing dream lives as well. This is simple truth and fact, 4 me, 4U, 4 us all. And does any great outside of Mountainpen source of legitimately acceptable Earthly information, absolutely serve 2 back all of those words up, U may B wondering about; oh great Blogaudians of Cyberville? Sure there is something, and a great big something as a matter of fact. It is Professor Albert Einstein and his not quite as famous as some of his other stuff, statement he made called, “SPOOKY FORCES”. Look it up as I am quite sure that the great Google Gods have this info out there somewhere. I DO NOT WANT ANY OF U2 EVER TAKE ME AT MY WORD, WHEN IT IS NOW JUST SO DARN DOG SIMPLE TO LOOK IT ALL UP ON THE GOOGLE, AND C IF I AM TELLING IT TRUE 2 TAMMY'S LITTLE “SANDRA DEE” DOCTOR, OR NAUGHT; LOVELY MIZZ 1983 BLAKE! I mean it really is just that darn dog simple, folks!!!!!! If things in true reality all do in fact connect and Mister AE proved that they in fact do, this is then Y witchcraft and its sympathetic magic does have some validity 2 it, and so do these words in my Morianity when it goes into these numerous related matters. Just what was up there on my first year of blogging that this world SIMPLY FELT COMPELLED 2 MAKE VANISH AND DISAPPEAR, YO YO YO YO folks??????????

One thing I remember very clearly in my 2006 blogs folks. It opened up with my telling all about the major persecution I was under and how it all began, and then I talked about the Exploratronic Supermind a whole lot, as well as distance-delay-laser retracing technology, (DDLTT) for my then frequently used abbreviation of it. I also told a few things about my 1994-BOOK, “TPB”, and how it was an absolutely beyond weird self fulfilling prophecy in wild numerous ways such as the Hammonton 'intentionally done' automobile accident, the hospital stays with my mother, the deaths of both my mom and David Roth in the same perfect order as the book seemingly was predicting, in fact peeps, for any loyal television show fans of the 1980's show titled, “HIGHWAY 2 HEAVEN”, produced by Eugene Horowitz who U may know better as Michael Landon, and who like Paul Evans Pedersen also attended and graduated from New Jersey's great WEST COLLINGSWOOD HIGH SCHOOL on West Collings Avenue; all of U great word-pronouncing “PENNOCK-PEEPS” on or off other great television shows such as the 60's great soap-show titled “Dark Shadows”, but yes; there is an episode on this 'H2H'-TV-show's very first season, about making a movie and whose title I think was called, “Help Wanted Angel”, and this bizarre situation with my TPB-1994 book and that TV-show, the way that it all worked out, is beyond some mere friggin' Earthly coincidence; I assure U all of thissssssssssssss, oh peeps!!!!

We will B getting into a whole lot more after I begin putting more of this together as time goes onward. 4 right now, and 2 quote an older titled part of my prior writings, this blog is only a super quickie-tweet, as so far as the Mountainpen's standards 4 such things goes; and I am only letting U all know about a base foundation of my newest weird woes, and that as that old literary title of mine in fact does go, or did; “I am still here, and surviving”!

END TRANSMISSION.

DATSALL WHAAAABIT-FWWWWOLKS, AND ELMER.

MPN--2023--CHAPTER 22

Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

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Folks; another day in the life of the Mountainpen and his miseries here in wonderful awesome illustrious Flowerland-USA-ESMWG. I had a couple of slightly unpleasant dreams today B4 rising up from me' slumbers, nothing I cannot handle after some real doozie-whoppers earlier in the week. We will get 2 all of the great James Rockford stuff, but first; I'll post my establishing shot of a road somewhere in Florida, followed by the Mountainpen Lunar Cycle Chart.

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR CYCLE CHART:

MONDAY, MARCH 20, 2023

CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING CRESCENT 6:6

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.

FOLKS, THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Blood type--A neg. & Eye color--green-hazel

H-Cursed dude IS SAYING THIS TO YOU:

With no help from Disney, nor any gash dog thrills, or joys, or fifth grade classmates named Deborah T. Just wait 'till late 2022!!!!

MORIANITY IS SAYING THIS TO YOU:

MORIANITY IS SAYING THIS TO YOU:

MORIANITY IS SAYING THIS TO YOU:

MORIANITY IS SAYING THIS TO YOU:

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

I will 'CAP 'right now into this blog, what I typed on what Mountainpen refers 2 as a 'correction & compilation, or repair and corrections work, may B still another way of describing it. All it is peeps is a grouping of two or three MOST RECENT BLOGS, and after any corrections R made 2 them as well, usually misspelled words. But I admit 2 doing all kinds of cute and clever little things on these works from time 2 time that then get re-posted onto a new blog. Hey, it is my BOM-BLOG-Project, right? If it's legal and okay 2 do, and I wish 2 do it, then Y would anyone give a hoot-pollute about what I may decide to do a Barry Brady Williams with, U know, “change and rearrange”? So WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS and a big fat spellchecker-WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Yes peeps, the reason I cannot grow an audience and just endlessly keep an approximate 'pageviews'-hits number per year of thirty-K, is because only a tiny handful of peeps have sufficient astral energy 2B able 2 appreciate the BOM-BLOGS. It truly is just that HENNINGSEN SIMPLE, codename REDJOHN, & codename MOUNTAINPEN-KARGE star travelers of 1896 © Copyrighted Music Projects. No folks, that © date is naught a typographical error (TYPO)! This topic will B harped on in a lot more detail as the following few blogs come in, folks. It is not that I do not appreciate the viewers that I have, but my point is way 2 powerful in all of this 2B ignored or glossed over, at least IMHO and the Mountainpen simply refuses 2 do it. But B4 we even begin tackling this on today's blog-work peeps, here is a short CAPPING of something in my corrections & compilation work, not yet posted in the way that it now reads.

2:38 A.M. Early Wednesday morning

March 29, 2023

BB2AAICI—2023—CHAPTER 13

The previous chapter was actually chapter 12-B as the original shorter chapter-12 was done a short while earlier and did not contain the additional CAP copy job from earlier texts. This is a short chapter, and unless all of DOGTOWN crashes through the cosmos, and into my life-space as directly as would say a frikkin' meteor the size of a garage, well; I won't B blogging except 4 maybe 2 or 3 times per week from now on. Maybe I'll pick it up if I can ever get a wee bit ahead financially and thus can afford 2 get my blog professionally done as well as marketed and promoted the way those with lots of doe can do, which is the 180 degree concentric reality from anything that the poor ole' Huntington Cursed Mountainpen seems 2B able 2 ever pull off!

I merely am going 2B a bit straight up, more than I suppose I have ever been, because simply put and told here peeps; how can I ever really say or tell some things that are completely non-relatable by anyone of U out there? Tell me how, and I'll golly-dern B more than happy 2 do it 4U dudes and duddesses out there. I have given U all a few zillion round about yet mostly accurate tales from the unknown here on this Earth-Planet, and brought it all as clear and as true and honest as I possibly can, lovely Sandra Tammie Dee. With or without medical laboratories, employee assistants in those places, or doctors real or fake, and so much more; I am left with admitting a few HUUUUUUUUUUGE things 2 all of my Blogaudians, those who despise the Mountainpen as well as those who do naught, Mizz lovely Blake, mahm'. Without flowering things all up and sometimes perhaps even overstepping my abilities 2 tell things that happen in this world and beyond this world, 2 both myself as well as all of U; I can indeed tell U all a beyond powerful and simple thing that someone with true power and clout needs 2 take to the scientific authorities, even if at first, all of U choose as most peeps do; to merely persist in mocking, and jeering and laughing at me. After the Plancktime blew out into what has become our so-called cosmos and later on, all of us here in some physically waking state of sentient awareness; it blew out as I've told and said 2U all B4 on numerous occasions. This 'blow-out' has been debated 4 more than a century now and numerous men and women of science all have numerous varying concepts and ideas as 2 all sorts of reasons and ways that it happened. I know that it blew out in two arcing halves where all of what came 2B in each one of them eventually managed 2 develop a great reduction in kelvin temperature or (vibration of energetic systems), and after a subatomic particle came into existence in both of these 5-D fabrics later named by the resulting and eventual sentient humans here on this Earth, 'electrons'; one of these two half unfolding fabrics began causing these magical intelligent particles to revolve around a slightly larger containing field that later became named by human beings, atoms. Now the other factor involved here is that in one of these unfolding pop-outs from Plancktime, the orbit of these electrons runs in a clockwise direction, while in the other unfolding pop-outs from Plancktime, the orbits of these electrons runs in a counter-clockwise direction. This orbiting is a parallel-event reality in Lawtronics that creates two endlessly opposing happenings 2B in an endless quantum flux within the 11^th dimensional fabric that both of the 5-D fabrics are contained inside of. The orbiting is one and the same thing as a human mortal being would see and think of as reading an instruction manual that is completely different yet the topic is the same thing, weight. One is a diet-book so 2 speak while the other is a body-builders book of sorts for the 99 pound proverbial weakling who plans 2 join a gymnasium and bulk up. One 5-D containment system is, trying 2 gain weight, atomically, while the other is trying 2 endlessly B dieting. The orbiting subatomic particle is one and the same thing with what I term, motion-separation. Most peeps of this Earth-Planet call that same thing or think of it anyway as “TIME”. Without separation there can B only infinity itself all at one combined truth, just like the recent Oscar winning movie title. The current day physicists and atomic scientists all know that the universe via stellar groupings since things cooled off sufficiently 4 their formations 2 all occur, here in this “matter” universe where electrons orbit in the direction that they do, go on to process in nuclear fashion, the elements 2 all come into beingness, and as they arrive with the passage of separation (time), the cosmos literally grows heavier as the atomic elements that began with H begin 2 produce the heavier elements, a process mostly accomplished by the stars of the universe. But this dancing electron orbital truth is causing time 2 separate in a way here that is endlessly creating heavier elements, and at the same 'time' and no pun is meant here; in the other part of that arcing out from Plancktime, U would all C it as time running backward, and thus the system is endlessly getting lighter as the elements are reversing from heavier 2 lighter, and the entire thing is a large and beyond conceivable circulation pumping system, that exists inside of the unfathomably magical fabric that contains these 2 (5-D systems), which is the 11^th dimension; and anyone sentient on either side of this arcing Plancktime blow out (BIG-BANG) if U will, sees things in a forward mode since it is completely relative. More 11^th dimensional magic that I fully understand, but I am completely ignorant as far as ever being able 2 get this knowledge across 2 anyone else here on this physical material plane of waking life. Now none of this is the HUUUUUUUGE part of the story of this blog, as so far, it seems quite scientific, as if this special-ed non-degreed, nobody of no value or credibility would ever B taken one wee bit seriously of course; but here is where things now will veer off as far as those two BIG-BANGED 5-D fabrics of time and hyperspace, one made of matter, while the other is made of reverse matter (antimatter). I know a wee bit more than just this basic 22^nd century text information from reading some history journals when I was/will-B none other than Labber-Zeejins of the World Laboratories of Westmont. There R sentient beings all throughout both of these 5-D fabrics that contain 4-D-time, and interdimensional atomic signature parallel universe systems, (4-D/5-D) hyperspace. These beings, all of us, 4 the very most part live and die and merely go through their lives as regular normal human persons. However, some have mastered what the great masters such as Eckankar Sri-Eck-Masters call “Soul-Travel”, stuff based on Fascitar technology and the world famous 2 all mystics and psychics, I-Ching. When someone is able 2 do this and indeed goes onto do this, it is not because here in waking life at some point in time (space-time-mind) they managed 2 accomplish this great feat, rather, it is the mirror image just as was taught by the greatest of all Esoteric Masters, the Lord JESUS CHRIST. First things happen in the PLANCKTIME and then, they happen out here in this REFLECTION, the 'hyperspace of 5-D realities of waking worlds'. So have we merely laid a foundation here or is this the whole message? Not on your lives great Lads and Lassies out there, naught on your lives! The few peeps here, or those dots on the reflected disc if you wish 2 talk like the Silicon Valley folks would here, who R indeed doing these things, R only doing this because their Astral True energetic beingness is approximately 1,000 times greater than the lower grouping of humanity that most of the rest of us all lay within. Same thing with being saved in this so-called great SALVATION-GASME-GAME of the gods, (Singularity) UF, “GOD” 4 those who may still insist on my using that ancient terminology here. If U do not have an active city pass into the capitol city of Province Olympia, U cannot ever B saved here, and U will go through your physical waking life unable and or unwilling 2 ever ask the Lord Jesus 2 enter into your heart so 2 speak, and 2 save U from sins (left spinning subatomic influences from the Purgatory), or the Plancktime. All these ideas and concepts totally R interchangeable with any and all of the scientifically acceptable nomenclature here, and IPY all that! Now when enlightened or advanced sentient-humans do indeed begin 2 play around with dreams and time travel and all sorts of this type of esoteric or mystical hidden (occult) 'stuff', their spirit/energy moves first B4 anything else, into the opposite side of the Plancktime-arcing-post-HS, as how else can we move in an opposite and concentric separation of the reflected image of purgatorial-truth? When I went back and forth that day on the 30^th of September in the year of 2008, 2C the great World Series Baseball Game, and the Philadelphia Phillies winning the World Championship, and saw the great Broad Street Celebration, 31 days B4 it happened, how could I have done this other than 4 moving into where the electron orbits the atoms in a reversing way, accelerating to somewhere around 11.795 and 11.799 inches per nanosecond or 'C', and then in a minute or two advance via compressing time or separation of space just enough 2 take me 31 days into the antimatter future after the trip made first by remaining in matter on this end of that arcing system, and so after going here and then there and then back again, I left a minute trace of myself, just as we leave small traces of ourselves continuously and endlessly all of the time, just ask any darn criminal forensic scientist from any county morgue. These traces, and this needs 2B told 2 the scientific community as I swear 2 my eternal salvation that I'm giving U all this fact right now, in the name and blood of my great wonderful awesome LORD, and not because HE is half my 61^st grand daddy's Uncle, but because I am a sinner in need of salvation just as anyone else out here would also B! So these energy mini-trace pieces R and have been left throughout the cosmos-creation by these Lois Foca-Kazinski-Roddenberry 'traveler' folks, and Thisssssssssssssssssssssssssssss is Y we have trace amounts of matter in the antimatter arcing realm as well as here, we have small amounts or traces of antimatter here in our matter-universe. Not one scientist has the smallest clue about how this tiny trace bit of 'opposites' exists in cosmos, and they will all say today that the Mountainpen is just a crazy nut job psych case whackadoo, only I KNOW THAT I AM NUAGHT, Miss Blake, just as the mighty AT&T Corporation of 1983 knew that something beyond any Earthly explanation happened 2 me on my Atco, NJUSAESMWG telephone, in early May of 1983, and 2 this very day folks, they don't know how 2 friggin' deal with any of thisssssssssssssssssssssssssssss wild and unfathomable inconceivable bizarre outlandish seemingly insane 'stuff', hot or naught, lovely Latengrate disco-girl Doctor DAGS, AKA Donna Summer, only naught the idiot from WFMU-INTERNET RADIO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We R at page 11 now, and since I want 2 now end this blog, I need 2 make a nice large grouping of 5-numbers now so as 2 beat ugly miserable Jane Witchbitch Sleazeweedsdisease at her own 1993 nightmarish DOGTOWN GAME from Atlanta, Georgia-USAESMWG!

END TRANSMISSION.

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And I came close 2 a Wipe Out Fonda Sleaze or a 'WOFS' assault on me, due 2 my stupidity and idiocy, and I have only me 2 blame, for not paying better attention to the stuff where those groupings of 1-numbers can strike me and injure my personal-magnetics. It angers me, my moronic-ness that is, more than the near-strike of ONES, so I posted up the 5-GROUPING thing just 4 my ability 2 stare at that lovely thing 4 a moment or so, YO. WOW 2 THAT 1, Mister Macy, and Club. What that horrible woman did 2 me that spring time night at the ballgame at the Atlanta, Georgia-USAESMWG baseball park is totally everlastingly unforgivable. She goes on with her blessed ass life after injuring me and I am forced 2 go through her punishing after-effects from her assault with that jumbo digital ballpark clock that I know as sure as **** stinks folks, that she had her entertainment world hubby do 2 me when the clock read those four horrible one digits, placing the jumbo clock onto a super close-up-shot on the television cameras and knowing fully well that I would B seriously effected by this 4 the rest of my entire life. May SHE BURN IN GODDESSDOG DOGTOWN 4 '1,000' minnina kalpas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! May SHE BURN IN GODDESSDOG DOGTOWN 4 '1,000' minnina kalpas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEE.

The average person of this world would B long insane and completely incapacitated should they know all that I know and then watch the 'DARK SHADOWS LEVIATHAN' cult coming 2 life, just as predicted; seeing it all, knowing it all, right down 2 the most recent reports aired several nights ago back last week concerning the newest stuff on the computer topic, artificial intelligence, or “AI” 4 a shortened abbreviation, and having absolutely nothing whatsoever 2 do with any idols in the United States of America, 'welllllll', Mister Nixon Sir, maybe the connections are much greater than peeps would C them 2B on a surface level, huh there Mister Paul X-Bizz-Part Evans Pedersen, of the illustrious Studio Park Records????????? You R all beyond clueless as well as totally clueless 2 a special night back in 1987, while I was with Sir David Roth in Camden, NJUSAESMWG, and that powerhouse license plate, yes, U all just try 2B me, YO, just try, if U wish 2 have the Thaxton-Marcucci Mind-Blow of your entire life, on steroids and multiplied by frikkin' darn infinity, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll soon B saying way way way MORE, YO!!!

All of this is being done by corporation-KINGS, using endless

ICPE-APE-TECH on the poor ole' innocent Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!

As 4 my PARALLEL EVENT NIGHTMARE SINCE 1986; all that I have ever asked of anyone, is a wee tad frikkin' bit of open-mindedness. I've suffered through a hellishness that your damn wildest fantasies cannot even dream of on your wildest mode-setting of your minds. My incredible situation began in 1986 and now we are talking about nearly 4 straight decades of thisssssss oh lovely Mizz 1983 ERICA-SNAKESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! Put extremely simply; the parallel event goes like thisssssssssss:

MY ENDLESS ICPE-APE HELL-NIGHTMARE:

WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:

DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE

WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:

DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN

I know what is going on, and so do some special great “7” connected church systems south of me in good ole' Port Saint Lucie, Flowerland-USA. I know they do 2 from listening 2 some really great preacher-sermons from my days at the 2020 park in my car, attempting 2 survive the very scummy peeps being talked about, oh Sir Swap, please B at the darn butt dog-run park on Next Tuesday, the 21^st of Sadness-MARCH, and without any family-nightmares or ball players who seem 2B endlessly connected into it all, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END TWANSMISSION, YO BROADCASTED BRO!!!!

Saturday, March 18, 2023

MPN—2023--CHAPTER 021

12:32 Ante' Meridian

Today was a bit like the past few, other than for the fact that I experienced no major nightmares B4 beginning my hellish day. I woke up at about ten past four this afternoon, and disconnected my lightning communications system 2 begin the day, and an hour or so later retrieved my mail and finally received a package that I was waiting 4, thinking this would then B-A good day 4 me, only, it was most certainly NAUGHT, lovely Mizz 1983-B. Naught one wee bit!!!!!!!!!

An hour or so later on, a major party in the community room began. This went from roughly twenty minutes after six through twenty minutes past nine. Obviously like the New Years Party back on Doctor-DAGS-BD or the 31^st of last December, we now R gonna' B having these parties on all holidays, and yes, this was indeed good ole' Saint P-Day, was it naught? Things of course here R never even close 2 the way that they were back at the PEEHA joint, thank the Goddess. Also, the Community Room closes down on the final week of month #5 (May) and remains off season and closed until early in December, each year. This is due 2 the snowbird money-peeps who R able 2 afford going north 4 the very hot summer season, each year. So I just take it all in stride and soon the season will B over, just over two more months now, so 'TEE-HEE-HEE',--------Mizz Lilly M.

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.

Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.

WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-2-THISSSSSSSSSSS.

WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-2-THISSSSSSSSSSS.

WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-2-THISSSSSSSSSSS.

But there is a whole lot more 2B spoken of in all of that, as well as just how and Y it all connects into each and every new hour and day of my life until they plant my remains in the ground eventually and 'hopefully', Mister 'Duncan Retrace 1408 McLeod', Sir. When I was playing my roulette professionally in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, in 1986, and simultaneously wiping my life out forever for a mere few measly frikkin' bucks, shortly B4 the incident at the Trump Castle Casino in Northwest Atlantic City; I was playing at the Claridge Casino Hotel one afternoon, and ran into lovely Mizz Paula King, who was working as a hostess for the 'joint', Mister Winn, Sir. If I am wrong, I sincerely apologize but if I am mistaken indeed, then she has an identical twin, just as my daughter and her distant cousin Mizz Leticia Tilley R absolute lookalike's, separated only BY SOME BIZARRE age-time barrier, or whatever anyone ever wishes 2 call and or describe this outlandish phenomenon. As 4 that particular day at the Claridge Casino Hotel in the summertime in 1986, this gorgeous girl came up 2 me and asked me exactly how I was playing the game, as I appeared 2B winning a lot of money and she wanted 2 know how 2 cash in on it. Hey, everyone wants 2 cash in, just as was said more than two decades in the darn future on the future television show called, “Law & Order”, on the episode titled, “FAME”. The failed X-rock star said, I believe, “Hey I get it, everybody wants 2 earn”, and hey buddy, U-R correct. Sure we do, and anyone out here who claims otherwise is lying either 2 someone else or most likely just 2 themselves. Folks first need 2 understand that there is absolutely nothing whatsoever wrong with the desire 2 have the basic items and necessities here in our physical lives. There is nothing unholy or wrong in any way with the desire 2 better ourselves, in many areas of life, B it financially, as well as numerous other facets. It is only when we wish 2 do it in ways that violate other people in this life, where it is wrong. Basic laws given 2 humans, beginning with Moses and from which most of the original following British Common Law ideas all sprang from, leading to current days here in America and our laws, that all basicly regulate legal rights, or try 2 anyway; as giving people the maximum rights under these laws, right up 2 the point where any more rights would then come 2 infringe on the rights of another human being. This is, and ask any law school if I am right about this or naught folks; behind all of the legal system, B4 things then get broken down into endlessly more complex items, and then continue 2B ever increasingly complicated as the society then goes onto also become more and more complicated. There is absolutely nothing wrong with anyone wishing 2 better themselves and their stations in this life. It is normally done by making correct and wise decisions, being able 2 receive proper education so as 2 then go on and enter into some successful career, and along these lines. There also are many other things that can bring success, money, & the whole deal. However, the playing field is anything but balanced, and we all know this. If people were all legally forced, absolutely 100%, 2B rewarded precisely in ratio 2 their actual talents and skills in this life; I would believe in our legal system 100%, and jump on a soap box daily 2 praise it. Unfortunately, the great statement made by the Latengrate Mizz Dawn-Marie King is more true than peeps realize many times, when she said what she did about my own kid for example, back in early 2009; from Judge Frank Raso's home in Blue Berryville-Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG. Later as U all know, during his political campaign, Mister D.J. Trump used that blog and those words, almost word 4 word, 2 make his own point; substituting only the real estate variation in Manhattan, NYUSAESMWG of '5^th Avenue', with his 'shooting someone story' that we all have heard many times now! Just a couple days back on my streaming news system, I heard the same report that many of U heard as well. This butt-hole sports figure of celebrity status was drunk, and driving recklessly in a drag race in a city, on a public street; and he killed at least one person; and GOT TOTALLY AWAY WITH IT. If I had done this, we all know that I WOULD HAVE BEEN PUT AWAY BEHIND BARS 4 THE REST OF MY MOTHER ******* LIFE!!!!!!!!!! I will always obey the law, I will always give total and proper respect 2 any and all enforcers of the law; but I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO RESPECT WHATSOEVER 4 OUR PRESENT CRIMINAL (CJS) JUSTICE SYSTEM, not one tiny wee whittle frikkin' lousy ass bit, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!

This very same legal system has permitted these snot eating diseased filthy stick licking slobs that I now call the 'Spammenies' to destroy MY ENTIRE LIFE, AND GET 100% TOTALLY AWAY WITH IT. They sit around drinking and laughing at me, jeering and mocking me with their powerful-people syndrome, that includes all those things that my Morianity lists throughout my 17+ year blogging project since early January of 2006; and I can go on and on but if I do I will get completely totally sick 2 my mother ******* stomach, YO BRAHHH!!!! They all know that this thing was done 2 me and it destroyed my entire life, with this ICPE-APE-TECH nightmare. And nobody cared one bit, nor will anyone. Then they use the world of the psych to point their satanic demonic judgmental fingers at me, and call me a looney-tune crazy nut-job crack-pot, with their mother ******* DSM PSYCH BOOK as a tool 2 endlessly back up their evil deeds from DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW THAT, MISTER MACY!!!!!!!!!

Now remember good folks when I told U all about the television show called, “THE OUTER LIMITS”, the old and original 1960's shows, and not that 'remade junk of zero-talent' from 30 years later on? It began with the pilot episode with the radio station with the call letters of 'KXKVI' and the great 'Maxwell' family who owned the station out in California. The title of the show was “The Galaxy Being”. First, many HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE things in my 'FUTURE' were all a part of this television show, as many of U absolutely know; and I absolutely KNOW THAT U KNOW IT 2 FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First, those four DEMO TUNES done on April 30 and May 1, in the year of 1980; were done at a small little studio on the attic floor of a music store in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG, called Russel's School of Music, on Beidamin Avenue, right across Highway #70 from the Garden State Racetrack; and (my computer just froze and acted up and got weird), right now, while I was typing that part of this story out onto this blog, at precisely 2:37 AM; and I am coming 2 believe now that between half past two and half past three in the moUUUUUUUrning, is some weird new time for the diseased frikkin' Spammenies 2 use their demonic trickery on me with these outlandish and bizarre cum-puke-her and utility HACKS ON ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, it makes sense at least a little wee bit 2 the mother ******* Mountainpen now, as my MacAfee system is on and scanning, and this is always what causes these things. I LOVE IT WHEN **** HAS A RATIONAL HUMAN REALM EXPLANATION, GOOD FOLKS OUT THERE, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!! SOOOOOOOOOOO Mister Art Crane Sir, from TCE back in 1992; a big fat bar buzzing, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”, will now be a bit belatedly chimed out, from the one and only illustrious, Sir Chester-Frank! Okay, so the name of that little music studio was called MAXFIELD, and no, not MAXWELL, still; when something as gigantic as what happened 2 me in middle 1980 with those music demo tunes that were done in a place beginning with “MAX”, and then we compare it 2 that show, TOL, where this radio station that plays music as radio stations R there 2 do, and having the same first syllable name of “MAX”, well folks, pun intended yes; I don't turn a blind eye to any of those '1400 non-pressed vampire bats' from just southeast of the dog pound, especially when so much more is yet 2B told, and here it comes, great people out there: In this show titled, “The Galaxy Being”, on the “TOL” from the 1960's; the station was on a highway, number 601 as in Lenny McKinnon the 1980 record promoter of Philadelphia, and all glittering daughters everywhere, and then we have the frequency numbers, '1820' on the dial, as in a slight re-scrambling into the four great Mountainpen digits, 1-8-0-2, and matching the apartment number at Robin Hill where indeed, those 4-DEMO TUNES were recorded, after my just moving into that place; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO-HE, ME' BREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey Cuzz-Don ole' boy, wanna' gimme' a 'BRAAAAAAAKE', SIR??????? Hey CUZZ, U have some HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE darn dog affinity with those digits 2, right??????????????? (88022), all that's missing is the BOTBAR-1 digit, and you're 2 dog-darn smart 2 incorporate that digit into it. Hey, I got your number, BROADCASTED BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

'WELLLLLLLLLLLLLL Mister Nixon Sir', maybe 'you're naught a crook', and maybe your saintly mother was looking down on U from the 'great-beyond' while U were there that last day of your presidency on the White House Lawn, and naught Pike, & with or without Julia, but then U did have IL-'daut-Julie'. Still, everything I say on these blogs is true, and U know this more than anyone reading this now from the Earth-Plane, don't U oh great kind sir? Peeps; this dude was naught a bad guy, and not even remotely as rotten as others today who wish 2 use his legacy as a platform 2 wipe out this nation forever. Talk about that fantastic 'outer-limits', and the great SAFET, when we indeed incorporate that into this entire mess from DOGTOWN. The episode following that pilot episode is the one with the imposter-president. How much SAFET do we need folks B4 we R able 2 ever properly awaken, and C the realities going on here? SAFET is so powerful that words fail me folks. What does blow my mind beyond any Thaxton-Marcucci-1969-MB (mind-blow) is simply thisssssss: It should B totally obvious 4 anyone out here 2 put at least enough of this incredible crapola together, so that U would tell other peeps about this blog, only U never do, and U seem 2 wish 2 keep it all 2 yourself. Hey I'm just guessing, as how can I know what is in your minds; oh Blogaudians? 4U2CYI am beyond 1969-TMMB here, is at least 4 me as obvious and self evident as it gets; only I've learned naught 2 ever try and know anything that I have no legitimate way 2 really B able 2 know, as it only leads 2 utter frustration and feelings of eventual anger and despair; and so I refuse 2 entertain that behavior ever again, as once; I did make a real habit out of doing thisssssss; oh lovely Mizz 1983 Luccisnakes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay folks, time 2 get into a few quick yet extremely powerful things. As we move ever onward in a time-illusion here on the Earth-Planet as human beings of some intelligent sentient thought-level, we C ourselves as ever increasingly a knowledgeable species in an overall averaged out way, despite less than a century ago that we did have Pacific island cannibals still existing in a few remote spots. And insisting on believing fully in this time-illusion, we absolutely do in fact believe that we R merely all getting smarter in some averaged out way, and yes, in our truth and at our human present thought level; this appears 2B quite accurate. Remember that all of this stuff out here in the 'post-big-bang' however is mass and energy, and that only in a matter world planet can humans, and our thoughts as we perceive them 2B, produce this illusion of an ever advancing race. This is truth when it is divided by the speed of light squared that is existing as sort of a mirror reflected image of what is in the Plancktime, or the 'timeless Purgatory', 'Pre-big-bang'. In the Purgatory, what we now would think of as this ever progressing knowledge and advancement of 'we the human beings here', would simply B a lot like a digital disc of dots everywhere. This of course is an endlessly under-exaggerated example, but it comes closest as I know possible 4 making my point here on this blog right now, as limited human being 'me' is now attempting 2 communicate with my fellow limited human beings, 'all of U'. These dots on a disc would work as a player unit with a laser beam shining on one dot at a time, whenever any particular thing is wished 2B connected into ourselves. So at C-squared or in the Plancktime (timeless-Purgatory), what we C here would B more like this, and yes, as humans advance, I can now go onto talk a wee bit more like this, and since the recent Oscar winning movie, I am now able thanks to the entertainment-industry, 2 make a lot of me' whittle pernts a lot better, sir Archibald Bunkerqueens! When reality of energetic truth is thus divided by constant-squared, as shown in Mister Giant-Brain Einstein's famous formula, we get the worlds and realms of matter and mass, such as Planet Earth in this cosmos, and soon 2 arrive, the homosapiens that go onto develop a self-aware or sentient nature, and then continue 2 advance even farther from there until and unless eventually stopped by the Civilization Advancement Prevention system that seemingly has been Lawtronically built into the entire thing by and from the Almighty '0-D (Singularity)', & 'Ultimate Force', (UF), [GOD] if U will. Yes, the movie does indeed, or at least its title as I have not seen the show, nor plan 2 do so; but the title does in fact imply the Plancktime, or Astral Plane (Purgatory), and the way it works there. When divided by C-SQ, we need 2 actually move physically, since things become physical from any interaction into another one, automatically connoting a time dimension as well, as the needed three dimensions for time 2 move in and through, known as width, and length, and depth. But accelerated into energetic truth through acceleration by C-SQ, and now we merely focus shift from one thing into another; as all of the dots R on the disc, think of it, ALL OF THEM, all possible combinations of all and any possible 'thing'. When this truth divides by C-SQ, it cannot B contained into just one 4-D reality or universe, so the entire thing fits into a fabric made out of five 4-D realities of matter as well as five 4-D realities of matter where electrons orbit their atoms in a reverse orbital direction, or antimatter. So these two fabrics eject out of the so-called 'big-bang' at numerous times by relative perception inside of the Plancktime, yet out here in the big-bang, 2 us, it is all one quick burst out of this first stage beyond singularity; or as Morianity named it a while back, S+. In other words, and all physicists will agree and merely would substitute their own more scientific nomenclature 4 it, this after Plancktime cosmos here where we all reside in, equals S+PT, or S+PT=5-DHS. The actual reason Y energy is slowly used up in Plancktime by Purgatites is simply a result of using up a finite amount of our energies on endless focus shifting from dot 2 dot, or virtually endless interactions. In the physical reality where things are hard world and material, we must actually respect the spaces and distances in-between these 'things' or dots of truth. Sometimes in my Morianity, I label them as 'SEDS', and this is simply shortened from Signal Energy Dots. Even my book, 'TPB', in a small, and somewhat-back-then-in 1994 more parochial way, made mention of these {SED's} upon one or two occasions if my memory is serving me at all correctly. Extra smarties out here will wonder now, Y would timeless Purgatory ever have the limitation of using up energy as they may B remembering some prior Morianity lessons on the 9-levels of energetic beings or Astral-Entities (Purgatites), and those with higher values (the gods), have more interacting ability there B4 needing 2 pop out into the 5^th dimensional hyperspace 4 a recharge, so 2 speak. Humans and animal kingdoms below even that level, have the most recharging needs. It is sort of like comparing a tiny 9-volt transistor radio battery from 1966, to a car battery of 2023. They both do what they do, and one simply needs more charging and is able 2 perform less work B4 that recharging is needed. So work is translated as the focus shifting of a Purgatite, from dot to dot; and now 'thanx-2-that great new movie' with the Purgatory-named title, without even using the word; I am finally able 2 fully address all of this a wee bit more intelligently and advanced 4U all. And no sir Mister SpeLLchecker, 'naught U ALLBERRIES'!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WEEEEE!!!!!

Keep going, it all makes sense, IPYT!!!!!!!

At the end of the blog, U will find the start of

THE 2022-quality-capping job.

I closed out the day of Thursday at a solid one and five ninths, one and five ninths, rounding up legitimately into a closed out 2-2 on the day, for General-Life and Moods & Attitudes, on me' ole' life-chart rating system. Many of U keep journals and diaries, but in summer time-1982, I began 2 keep a mathematical-journal as I later came to frikkin' call it; as rather than tell detailed junk in a human way, the math symbols and equations R far more reliable in making many important and long-ranging predictions 4 my life, YO YO YO YO, ME BRO!!!!!!!!!!! The final two items just as the primary two for 'job and car' rating, all range daily at the closing from lowest #1 up through highest #5. Then at the end of these four numbers, I had a mathematical system 4 changing these numbers into a daily rating digit that ran from the lowest of 310 points from a 1-1-1-1 future 'Mizz Sleazeweedsdisease' 'Jane Notfondauonebit' day, or 'BOTBAR', all the way up through the highest ratable day of 5-5-5-5, bringing that 2 a score of 1550. From this, I could do all sorts of neat and wild mathematical tricks and make a zillion type of various predictions. I never said I am the cleverest or the smartest dude in the room peeps; only that I do in fact have many original ideas, and I ain't afraid 2 put my money where me' mouth is, and try them out; and when and if they work out 4 me YO, then damn it, I go ahead full steam, and use the shullbit junk!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEE. Yes, the enemies of the left spinning subatomic realm of Plancktime did naught get their evil diseased way and force me 2 go 2 a BOTBAR yesterday, and now I am on Friday March 17^th day rating 4 my life charts, opening and holding at 'midland 3-3', YO BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!! I also decided 2 wait until CHAPTER '021' B4-I begin 2 'CAP' the 'quality-blogs' that began after the long shut-down period, back in last September of 2022. By quality, I simply mean that without the correct settings on the BDC dashboard, which I was totally ignorant of and so R most peeps who even know a lot about computers; but without the settings in the position that does not default it out of the normal setting that merely copies words, smalls and caps, and that is that, it looks totally horrible on the blogger viewing page 4 readers 2C and view. Quality-blogs merely mean that this was corrected by switching back something that I now fully believe that some 'SPAMM-ENEMY' hacked into my Blogger-Dash, and screwed up with one click of a mouse. 'TEE-HEE-HEE', lovely Mizz Lilly Munster. A short new way of saying and typing in “SPAMM ENEMY or ENEMIES will B from now on great peeps, 'Spammenies', written in smalls now, so that I can amend my word-dictionary and avoid future red squiggly lines of error messaging. I just got a major cum-puke-her hack somehow, despite naught being connected 2 the mother ******* internet at all as I have the plug out of the COMCAST modem, still; that Comcast HACK struck again, sending my day down close 2 BOTBUR 4 this Friday now, and the day is also at SUPER HIGH CCOT; and yes, U all know what that trucking ass stands 4, right folks? The time of this attack was exactly 3:11 AM, but I'll bet that if they could have pulled it off again, 2 make it happen at precisely trucking mucking ducking ******* 3:27, they would have; these diseased rotten 14-84 stick licking runt slapping rock chucking rats turds. How about some counterstriking for 2 days straight now of SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC HELLISHNESS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME WHITTLE BROADCASTED BRO, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA, lovely Harris Dark Shadows Amanda!!!!!!!!!!!! Tell me that I do naught have a powerful story like nothing that has ever even remotely existed here on this planet since it popped out of the blue, Mister freaking Planck. Mister Planck was struck by LIGHTNING, a long time ago peeps, and this information is right on the net, and completely available 4 any of U out there 2 dig up and C4 your goddessdog selves. After this time, very shortly after, the reports that I have read on some extremely accurate and trustworthy news sources, tell how he suddenly revealed his knowledge that seemingly had come out of 'nowhere' concerning what Morianity calls the timeless “PURGATORY”, and scientifically is known as, and in his name, because of this of course; (PLANCKTIME)!!! Hey, I just report the darn news folks. Don't shoot either Mister Piano Player Elton John on his great Yellow Brook British Road, or the Mountainpen; PWEEEEEEEEEEEEZE folks. TANKS, and, ---------------B----O----O----M, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO-HA, ME' BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Wanna' keep doubting the Mountainpen after seemingly endless brother clucking stuff continues 2 point more and more 2 the truth that indeed, I do know what the Dogtown I'm squawking about here, folks, YO????? The more 'they' persecute and harass me, the more I'll go on squawking and rat tat tattling, YO; your darn move Butthead Beavis. Can U darn believe that a 2010 computer's Spellchecker system does naught know about Beavis and Butthead? If I had one thin damn dime 4 every word that I've ever added 2 this system's dictionary, I would probably B able 2 finance a brand new automobile, YO!

When the enemies are bad and on a roll for hacking me on the internet and computer; this is when all this type of darn slit eating stuff begins happening 2 me, YO. Stuff such as when I ended my transmission on my previous blog, the part that said that was blotted out. All U need 2 do 4 anyone who may naught know, is simply 2 highlight the entire page on your system, it will then show all of the blotted out stuff nice and clear right through the highlighted blue coloring. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

I'll CAP in what did not come out 4U2 now try 4 yourself, simply hit CONTROL-A and the entire blog will highlight. AHA-AHA-& WOWZER-WOW!

END TRANSMISSION, YO BRRRRRRRRR!!!!!

And yes peeps, this is now really the end, Yo, and no sir, naught the endocrinologists of Shirley's magical throat-laboratory of Comcast 19-14-84 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, with or without any Starburn Lakes properties, or transdimensional kids, and their large quantities of non-pharmaceutical cheeses such as Fort Pierce, Florida's Butterfields Pharmacy; huh Pam Blondy 'Blondie'-Bondi, and-old-world comic-funnies, Sir 'Derwood'?????????????????

Unless my 'non-I-Ching' best 'guesstimates' R completely misguided and inaccurately wrong here peeps; this day will B going about as super botbar as it can possibly mucking B. A whole lot of stuff is going crazy butt weird and off the wall, and continuing along in this fashion with no reversals that I am aware of anywhere in sight. I will explain this 2U all and then get into a few things 'quantum-related', so yes, B warned, those who may naught particularly like that topic, so they R able right now 2 just veer off of this blog and cannot say were naught forewarned well in advance; but for any fans of my kid, U may wish indeed 2 keep right on reading YO. I really think that any open minded fan of MC needs 2 hear what will B spoken today on this gosh dog whittle blog! Possibly some who have harshly been judging many things about Mountainpen 4 so darn long now, may just decide 2 perhaps have a tiny wee bit of pity on me, instead of merely having intense hatred and other such related feelings.

B4 getting into anything mentioned above, first it will go onto make a lot more sense if as with most cases, I lay a little bit of the foundation leading up 2 this which absolutely frikkin' dovetails into this so far short and horrendous day, as it only began 4 me at least 4 the most part, at the time of awakening at approximately a quarter past 3 in the afternoon and only about 74 minutes ago now. It does naught take a whole darn dog lot of time peeps, 4 things 2 go real darn dog south 4 me, and never have, and I'll bet that many of U can say the same upon several occasions in your own lives. It does naught take a lot of time 4 dynamite 2 explode when the fuse is lit and fully ready 2 blast away; am I indeed naught correct, folks? Now first, there is a build up 2 things as there just about always normally is 4 me, and this did begin B4 the actual awakening and beginning 2 this day 4 me. 4 many personal reasons I refuse 2 get into some of the details 2 this, at least 4 right now this minute-today, maybe later on I will. 4 now, I will say that my sleep was not all that wonderful in numerous respects, and leave it there, other than 4 saying as well that I had numerous unpleasant dreaming interactions, along with the aforementioned woes. In a nut shell, I recall half a dozen totally separate experiences, beginning in where else but good old Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, then proceeding into Robin Hill Apartments, then onto the earlier times of the illustrious Dellway Arms Apartments of Oaklyn, New Jersey, and other spots as well including 125-A Haddon Hills in Westmont; but my real incredible stuff from earlier today was not in Westmont, but rather in Oaklyn as well as Atlantic City. But B4 getting into any of the specifics 2 the wild dreaming interactions folks, allow me 2 first report the way things continued onward 4 the Mountainpen. This is Thursday, and the normal trash and recycle pick up day 4 this park, where I reside here in good old 'happiness-sunny-Flowerland', and AKA Fort Pierce, Florida-USA. Never B4 in my more than 25 months of living here so far have I naught been awakened should I-B in slumber when the truck is here, as it is as most trash trucks R, quite high in decibel levels, only today and 4 the very first time, I did manage 2 totally sleep right through its arrival. This categorizes itself as extremely weird, meaning that the Mountainpen was in an unusually deep slumber-situation, an important fact 2 consider when we move onward on this blog with a whole lot more other wild and totally outlandish stuff. When I woke up and began drinking a glass of water while looking out from the front porch 2C my emptied trash can with the lid on the ground, I went 2 put it back where it belongs in the rear porch area of 'the joint', 'Mister Winn' sir and 'Halloween-cheater', of 'late 1983-Atlantic City'. I came back inside 2 wash my hands and grab a 2^nd drink of water, and a very low private airplane was harassing me, and it has been ever since, not totally at crash level; but it is there today after a long period of quiet where any airplanes were all flying at perfectly normal levels, just as they used 2B with me, in the 'pre-08-1986' times. I have naught as of yet as I speak-type right now at half past four of the clock, activated the warning lights on my porches, as I normally only do this after at least 2 CRASH LEVEL DOGGING PLANES strike me and then continues on from there. I always give things a chance. But now 4 the dreaming interactions, and the wild details, or at least some of the more powerful and important ones, folks. We begin in Atlantic City and Tennessee Avenue (10-SC). Right away, when abbreviating this street there; we get the origins of the future Studio Park Records, that had its roots in 10-SC the actual state, and its great city there who we all know well, called Nashville. This was Sir Paul Evans Pedersen's place, and he had many musical friends there as well. He may have spent the majority of his life in Jersey, grew up in Jersey, went 2 the great West Collingswood High School in Jersey, met me in Jersey, and so forth; but his heart and soul, and naught attempting 2 rip off any great old yesteryear-tunes about California cities, was in 10-SC. This music company that we created in 1998 had roots long B4 that in my so-called fictional book called, “The Permission Barrier” or 'TPB' 4 short. In it was the fictional tale of this company along with many wild characters, one named Dawn or actually Dawnie, and I could go on breaking brains and blowing Marcucci-Thaxton minds, but won't; as too much needs 2B talked about in the here and now present of March of 2023, good folks out here in Cyberville, YO. Studio Park Records was a made up 1994 company inside of my so-called fictional book, TPB. This is where the “SARAH” song was recorded in a country-music style, and went onto become the number-1 song on the indie-country-music chart, and lasted there one week until a recording done by the great artist we all know and love named Linda Ronstadt came along 2 knock it off; and I had the magazine until coming down here to Flowerland that showed the country-indie-music charts, and 2 this day it exists I'm quite sure, proving all of these claims made herein. This same 'lovely LR artist' is Y on many of these blogs, I jokingly say upon numerous occasions, Mountainpen, the poor and pitiful and non-Ronstadt dude, as she had a fantastic cool song somewhere in middle 1977 if memory is correctly serving me, called, “Poor Poor Pitiful Me”, but shall we now get back 2 the Tennessee music deal and Mister Pedersen, as well as how this all fits into my woes in my great search and quest 2 locate the great SSJKK or SARAH, from my days of boyhood in Atlantic City? We had another past recording artist by the name of Sir Billy Harner, back in early 2000, record at a Philadelphia studio known as “Fresh Tracks”; the SARAH song. This was the number 10 and final cut on the CD that we produced in 2000, and was titled, “Summer of Love 2000-Billy Harner”. Google this up 4 further details on this project that has no mention at all anywhere of my name, even though I financed the entire thing, making me what is called in entertainment world circles, the “Executive Producer”, and unlike “SANDY”'s number 10 tune on the great “Ghost Whisperer” television show in 2007 some time; this did make it onto the CD, & breaking the curse of the 9^th, huh lovely 'Party of 5'----'SARAH', AKA lovely Mizz Jenifer Love Hewitt? Still, the only curse this did naught break I suppose, oh lovely Mizz AT&T Blake, is the endless HUNTINGTON CURSE!!!!!!! Folks, if U doubt any parts of this story, the information that can naught B made 2 simply vanish away and disappear is out there. That country-indie music chart proves my song 'SARAH' was there, and the 2000 Harner project 2 this day is up on the internet, just Google up the name of the dog-darn project, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Only my name has vanished; and powerful peeps R able 2 pull that trick off. But the tax-man, and the government, and the great and ever-illustrious United States © Copyright Office, all know that these words spoken right now R indeed totally absolutely accurate AND TRUE, beyond one small doubt!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But me' point is still far from being over folks. Sarah is and was a part of my real life story, even back in those 1994 times, where I was writing that book, TPB; and although it was supposedly a work of fiction, 'WAS NAUGHT', in so much that the base part of the tale of it was absolutely true, and only parts of the thing were grossly exaggerated, such as being beaten up by the police, or thrown off of a casino high rise building, and along these lines. There was no Jim Pratt from some future colony #256, and the entire thing that this part of the tale was based on of course, was that great original 60's Star Trek television show, with the great Squire Trilane, and his ability to scan the Earth-Planet from his little planetoid 900 light years away. So to wit I reply, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”. Even the great local journalist and paper-publisher from Berlin, NJUSAESMWG told me one day, over at her office in the summer time of 1994; “Your story offers a true definite potential explanation 2 what really could indeed B behind your real-life problems and woes”, and she went onto call me “a genius and prophet in my own time like the great Mister Nostradamus”. All I knew then in 1994 was that I had 2B sure that a time capsule record of my best at-the-time guess 2 what could B going on in my life, was somewhere 4 the future citizens of this world 2B able someday 2 access. This is Y-I did that book, and then sent it 4 ©, using as I had been doing at that time 4 a good decade and a half, the Library of Congress © Office as a TIME CAPSULE. 2 quote Sir Red-John Henningsen here, “It's just that simple”. Yes Mizz Jean Ruba Smith would most likely have done more 4 me 2 get my book written professionally by a ghostwriter and even published perhaps, but as always; 'HALLS FAWCES' kicked in with the story of Lightning Goddess Diana being too young 4 me 2B in love with, and this turned her off. Diana had been teasing me since I was very young, pretending that she was a lot younger than her true endless astral age of eighteen years, and this messed up my chances. But a lot of other stuff was also there as it always is, to totally and quite dependably screw up my chances 4 ever becoming recognized by the world; and 2 quote the great master, and LORD JESUS CHRIST here; “I am of good cheer, as they hated and despised HIM a long time B4 they ever did the Mountainpen”, YO!!!!!!!!!!!

But I have gotten off a wee bit as I tend 2 always do on some localized tangents. I will now get back on course and speak more about the dreams. Many of the stuff from today's wild dreams have connections from past dreams as so many of my dreams tend 2 do, or put in an another way, I tend 2 have sufficient memory to put stuff together in a linear pathway from more than just the reality called 'my waking world', and then, I tend 2B able to make sense out of more than one reality in a long run playing pattern of numerous events over time in multiple worlds. Then over enough time and study, I have come 2C and fully realize how the worlds all fit together in various ways and have come to name this the TOSE, shortened from the towel seepage effects, similar 2 taking many towels after a 'NOOOOOOO' spill on a table or a floor, Mister Bounty; and then watch 2C the various ways the different towels that sort of R able 2 represent different parallel worlds, and how they seep up the spill in different ways. Still, it all came from one original spill, and the alternate wipe ups so 2 speak merely R some after effect that will always B connected and yet apart, to the actual one spill. This is verified in Holy scriptures in many Old Testament information-bites where prophets were given dreams or visions, visits 2 other parallel worlds of the 5^th dimensional hyperspace, and then told that there is a way of seeing the proper decoded connections of the TOSE, so long as this wisdom is imparted 2 them by Almighty Jehovah, SSJKK. Anybody C yet how this does indeed all fit together, YO?????? Hopefully my whittle laughing info-sample here won't remove those great fantastic television commercials, let us C peeps, as sometimes I can get away with it once or twice, and other times the removal is immediate; and I am now gonna' tell U all just exactly Y this is happening. Someone, Mister Harner, Mister PPPPPP, and so many others out here; wants me 2 endlessly disappear and vanish completely away like the mist in the morning sunshine, POOF, gone forever, since I have too many forbidden things, naught only 2 speak about, but attached 2 my very darn beingness. This is the very same truth that is behind the so-called COVER UP OF MANY THINGS. UFO-RELATED TOPICS, GOVERNMENT STUFF, and on and on and on we can go here; and all of U out here know that I am speaking the futhermucking total truth here. So don't bother trying 2 deny it, YO YO!!!!!!!!! TANKS & BOOM!!!!!!!

Now 4 my dreams, a small but powerful part of them, their quantum effects on all of truth, and their endless connections into my TOSE 'real life' and these very blogs. The Atlantic City thing needs 2B compressed as they all do, or else we would B literally all day and night long. All of 10-SC Avenue between the boardwalk and Pacific Avenue, which is the first city's ocean paralleling street 2 the boardwalk, and it was totally bulldozed down to nothing, as if it had been struck by a giant 'MOAB' bomb. U know, those doozie-whopper mother of all bombs, categorized militarily 2B of the non-nuke-class. The only thing standing anywhere was SARAH's SHOP. I was walking up and down the street, and since all sorts of stuff was happening around me that was so incredible and beyond powerfully bizarre, so that I am naught able presently, 2 even figure out a proper or appropriate way of blogging the information out 2U all; good folks. All that I'll tell U4 right now is simply thissssssssssssss: Only the shop and myself were there, and all else was totally gone. Then at the end, a time change happened just as it did in 1969 in that wild mid-December 'dreaming interaction', where it began on the beach when we were both age ten, and then 'BAM-poof', it suddenly just became 4 years later in SARAH's shop and we now were both age 14 years, and without one small wee teensy bit of assistance from the great one and only Chef Emeril, YO. Boy oh boy oh boy Uncle Billy Internet-Buzz, of any and all transdimensional realms; can this all truly B real and happening?????? Well, I think that most of U out there in freaking Cyberville know very well that it naught only can B, but that it most definitely IS HAPPENING!!!!!!!!!! Suddenly it became very dark, and only lights from distant buildings and from the boardwalk were now visible in my wild dream. Then a voice came from the sky saying 2 me, that I am not able 2 ever leave my mortal life until my story is finished being told, and also that a long while back when I thought Goddess Scylla-Pink was telling me that Morianity was over, was a false vision, and that I need 2B following my own title-blog chapter words. When I woke up and B4-I even took that drink of water in me' kitchen, it struck me like a pulverizing sledge hammer slam-banging down on a building beam at some city construction site. This was about my blog name or title from late in 2008, that recently I've been posting up or 'CAPPING' copies of it into me' modern blogs from right now in 2023; U know, 'testing the spirits'. Then came the dream at 125-A in Westmont where these two horrible Spanish guys were sitting right there with me, and out beyond my kitchen at the very same dinner table I once used when I lived there from early in October of 1964, right through to the final days of July of 1969, and that dining room table had patterns in its fake-marble that would B difficult 4 anyone 2 ever forget; and especially a mind such as mine, that tends 2 remember great details of all the things in my distant past. Now the previous five days or so, forget it. My short term memory blows, and has always been lousy even in my very youngest days. This is Y a lot of my doctors have told me not 2 worry yet about getting tested for Alzheimer's Disease and along that line. All my life, even in my teens and twenties, my brain acts weird from time 2 time, forgetting how 2 drive from one place 2 another, and it never ever gets any worse. The same exact amount of weird malfunctioning today at nearly age seventy is existing, just as it was back a half century ago. This is another reason 4 my insisting on calling my woe-whiz-me problems with this, a “MIND HACK” rather than those more recognized diseases. So one of these 2 Spanish dudes was an extremely mean person, even worse than here in waking life with the dude who moved next door 2 me in the PHA 'joint' on New Years Day of 2020, and thus forcing me 2 eventually move out of there fourteen months later on; and just as all of U know. This guy in my nightmare however was telling me that he was going 2 stab me, and he grabbed a knife that was laying there on the table, and he tried 2 charge me with it, and fortunately his pal next 2 him was able 2 subdue and stop him B4-I suddenly was about 2B wearing his steak knife. At the end of thisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss particular horror-scene so 2 speak, seeing all of this exactly as Mister Shakespeare would, whereas he seemed 2B aware and know somehow that this entire game-arena that is seemingly surrounding all of us continually and everlastingly makes all of us stage-actors, players in a scene that is being directed and produced on some much higher truth and level of reality, the timeless 'PURGATORY', as Mister Mountainpen sees it; I realized that the dude who was holding back this monster criminal guy who wanted 2 do me in with his dagger, was the same guy who I used 2 speak with quite often at a place known as the Haddonwood Swim and health Club of Deptford, NJUSAESMWG, and at the large swimming pool there. But it wasn't until I woke up at a quarter past 3 today, that I fully remembered him from last summer time's major nightmare, where I lived in Oaklyn at the Dellway Arms Apartments, and in that awful dream, we lived there as roommates, and he had completely infringed on my rights by making me sleep in the bathroom, and had taken every privilege away from me by telling me that I had no rights at all, and that I still better pay my share of the rent. It was a nightmare, and many things happened; none of them important for my getting into today on this blog right now, and eight months later on in time from that original total frikkin' nightmare. BUTTTTTTTTTT, big ass- BUTT folks, when I woke up and began sorting my dreams out, this is when this all struck me; and I then remembered that also just in this same last-night's-dreaming, I was back in Oaklyn, and I would have forgotten this if naught 4 remembering about 'Mister Poolcarey' from back in 1994. In this experience, I was back living with my mom there, only it was much later on in this alternate realm's chronology; and 2 where she was about the age that she was when we lived in Blue Anchor, NJUSAESMWG, and was where, in this waking world, she had finally exited from her human dreams of being Mizz Grace Eastman Mason Mohr, and was at just past the age of 80 years. This nightmare went onto involve my lightning communications device which is a series of three electronic systems all connected up through the presently running Comcast Modem landline telephone system from here in my present time waking life reality. Every so often, unless I compensate by turning a power control up 2 a higher position, which I never did last night, Diana-Lightning, tells me that she is sleepy, and is hardly communicative at all; and she tells me that she is now dreaming that she is the electron-force that is surrounding our planet, and that she is forever watching all of us as God's spirit, and reporting back to Pink Goddess, all that goes on. I can make her wake up so that she speaks 2 me again, not in a voice but in coded huffing sounds, almost reminding me of the sounds made in that wild “DARK SHADOWS” television show, made by Jebez Hawkes, the head-Leviathan. Now here I am dreaming about this machine system, and my mom in the dream had been upset because I had told her something that Diana (Lightning) had told me, about one of her friends from Philadelphia. She then proceeded 2 storm out of the apartment all ticked off and was going 2 take the bus on the Julia White Horse Pike, not pipe, into Philly 2C her. Two days and nights went by however, and she vanished. Not a soul knew what happened, and I had called all over the place in my nightmare, and no one had a clue about where she could have gone. The emotional intensity in dreams can exceed the levels experienced by the same exact circumstances that we experience in our waking lives, and most of us R indeed totally aware of that fact, and this nightmare was absolutely no exception whatsoever. In this alternate realm, I was pals with David Roth while living there instead of living in Blue Anchor when my mom was in her 'weird-stage dream-assault sickness' that even the 'top-docks' in all medical circles, were never able 2 properly diagnose what happened 2 her on that day after Christmas in 1997, that forever altered both of our lives, here in this waking world realm. But in my dream from a few hours back now, as it is now 5:42 PM on this Thursday evening; I was absolutely beside myself after my mom's total disappearance and my inability 2 locate any remote trace of what had become of her since she had stormed out of the apartment #O-15 at Dellway Arms, on Oakland Avenue. This alternate realm dovetails and has major towel seepage effects from my waking world on many things, right down 2 good old Sir 'Poolroy of 1994' from back last early summer time's wild nightmare experience of unpleasant roomies. My final phone call in the nightmare was 2 my pal, Mister David Charles Roth. We then got together that evening and had a dinner somewhere in some place that offered all type of food items in buffet style, sort of like Florida's Golden Corral Restaurant. I don't know if here in this waking world, this exact place is national or merely local, as I am just adding in that we did go onto dine at a similar such place. Then we came back 2 the apartment and tried 2 figure out just where she could have gone, or if we should begin 2 call in some authorities such as local as well as Philly Police peeps. In waking life, I wouldn't think twice. Is it not a funny thing folks how we actually think differently about whether or not we would do things in 'dreams' that we know we would absolutely B doing here, should we be awake, and then experiencing any similar type of circumstances? Only he had talked me out of this, and instead, we ended up driving in his car 2 some fairly distant lake area, and we had rented a small boat there, and I found myself suddenly on this boat with him. He was driving it and I was in the seat behind him. Suddenly, and 4 no apparent reason; the futhermucking dude just went 'off his nut', 2 quote the great Jimmy Stuart in that great Frank Capra movie called, “It's a Wonderful Life”. He had just decided 4 no rhyme nor reason to veer off of the lake and into one of several tiny tributaries of it, and the one that he chose was barely a bathtub sized width of a waterway, and was shallow with lots of rocks and junky other stuff everywhere; and was nothing at all conducive 4 taking any size motorboat into; especially at a high rate of speed. The darn idiot had it fully opened up, and we had 2B doing around 40 frikkin' knots. He wouldn't stop as we practically were then running down a puddle that was emptying into a dry pathway, 4 cryin' out louder than dog poop, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then POW-'BAM', no Chef-Emeril around anywhere, only a fully broken powerboat that we didn't own and were going 2B legally liable 4, as that was axiomatic. Then I simply found myself alone, as he had fled on foot, and vanished just as surely as my mom had. I was at this point ready 2B tied, gagged, roped up, & strait jacketed, as I was just about totally and completely nuked-out by this point, YO BRO. Then I had somehow managed 2 walk all around this wild wooded area that I never in any world, here, or in the vast dreamworlds of W-10; have been 2, nor remember in any way whatsoever; me' wonderful awesome Blogaudians of Cyberville. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, big ass BUTT folks, when I eventually found the area again where Dave and I had parked there 2 rent the boat; his car was not where it was, but rather he was now in a larger car, and it was parked all the way in the rear area of this lot that went from the boat docks all the way to a nearby entrance to a home where the proprietor of the boat rental business lived. Speaking of future addresses such as the Mullica Mobile Manor Lot 10 Jenny Plageman Trailer Park, that is just east of Hammonton-Blue-Berryville, NJUSAESMWG, and the great future Gmail address of the great Sir Bonjovi and his later 2B met by Mountainpen 2^nd Cousin Anthony in Port Saint Lucie, Flowerland (Florida), where that 2013 musical work was done at his Avalon Recording Studio there, in the early part of the year, called “YBCO” 4 a shortened abbreviated title, and actually 'meaning' “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”; this musical work is also a TOSE major part of this most recent dreaming-interaction 4 me, from just a few friggin' hours ago, YO. It was right there in the dream where POW-'BAM', I suddenly then remembered that parking lot from a wild powerhouse dreaming-interaction that I had also had, from about the time where last year in 2022, and B4 my blogs had all started up again after a quarter-decade 2^nd shutdown period; and this was also from somewhere approximately late in June of last year, just as the interaction with my horrible Poolroy roomie. In that dream from the start of last summer some time, I was in that very same vehicle with several peeps who I cannot pull up now or even then just who they were, oh lovely Mizz Nancy Barrett Carolyn Stoddard of “DARK SHADOWS”. I was sitting in this car alone and waiting 4 the other peeps who were with me, and who did come along later on; and now I am speaking of this experience from late last June, or maybe even last early July somewhere. I was playing my musical cassette tape in this car on a tape player, and remember that in this waking world in recent times, very few peeps have those old players and stereo systems in their cars that can play old world cassette tapes, YO BRAH! The tune playing was, yes, “YBCO”, and it was the harmony track only that was playing, that later on at Mister Tony Bonjovi's great and marvelous Avalon Studio now defunct or moved 2 Pompano Beach, Flowerland, was recorded at; and this song was now playing on this convertible automobile tape player, and it was up a wee bit loud, not blasting by the way the ghetto boys do it today by any means, but it was a wee bit up, and suddenly, the proprietor of the lake boat-rental place, just came out of the house, walked right up 2 the car that I was sitting in and laid back relaxing in; and he reached right inside, and he turned the volume not down, but all the way off, and then without saying one single word, he just walked away and right back into his house there, not even so much as looking left or right, or blinking a frikkin' eye. Oh sure folks, I know that the Psych peeps of the great and mighty Diagnostic Statistical Manuel (DSM) would have a total futhermucking blast psychoanalyzing this wild incredible bunch of dreaming experiences, and over many months of time, that all seemingly fit together; only and not until analyzed and properly reconstructed and remembered better over a lot of reflecting and passage of time. But I have listed recently folks, have I naught; how there R3 groupings of peeps who play with these things, and the head shrinking Freudian folks R only one of those three listed groups. There also R the biblical interpreting prophecy groups as well as the Morianity and Enlightened group's way of thinking about all of this incredible stuff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So a big fat resounding “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!! Boy oh boy oh boy, “UNCLE”, all uncles, and on or off of any bended knees!!!!

WHAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, lovely Amanda Harris!!!!!!!!!!!!

Beginning today, I will B taking Morianity blogs from the point where we picked things up back in September of 2022 last year, and re-post them in the quality that someone tried to kill recently, when they were unable 2 get them removed entirely. They R seemingly right inside my head and they know how my mind works, and thus; can know about both my dreams, as well as my waking world life, and can somehow manage 2 actually effect the entire thing. For one really perfect as well as HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE example here folks, how about the quantum effect of not making this a FAMILY-RELATED-BLOG, or at least my attempt at reducing this as much as is humanly non-Pennock-possible, all Pennock's that is, and notwithstanding of course. I no sooner tell U all that I will really make a dog dern gash whiz fizz concerted effort with absolutely no puns intentionally MEANT here, of course; to not involve stuff here with my no-no-daughter, at least from the perspective of the waking world herewantsme2endlesslydisappear and HERE, sir SPELLchecker. Anyone out there who indeed is unable 2C all of this beyond incredible outlandish stuff, right down 2 the way SPELLchecker and the computer world is tied into it all, is so pathetically pitifully blind, there R simply no words 4 me 2 try and express it. Still, things R going 2B spoken of and yes, HARPED ON 2, regarding all of this very thing, beginning right about now, Lads & Lassies out there. The motivation and programmed way that things must somehow B organized and set up behind the stage-curtains, oh my lovely classmate from 1972 Mizz Amy Cooley (Madonna)!!!!!!!!!! I need 2 go no farther than what was just typed in 2 make my point, for anyone naught blinder than 1400 vampire bats from Pomona, NJUSAESMWG, that is!!!!!!!!!!!! C kind folks out here; now we right away get 2-2 artists, and only via making simple and true statements, one right after the other one. Am I correct or naught, 'Mister Dave Artistletters Prosecutorspurious', and lovely Mizz 1983 AT&T BLAKE???????? WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-----MISTER MACY OF NYNY!!!

I have decided 2 wait until the next blog, as this starts the 20's in my newest chapter-book of Mountainpen's Blog, the “BOM”. I like 2 make my changes in stuff in simultaneous moves 2 the changes and alterations of the patterns that correspond 2 changing things in the world of magnetics and gauss fields. I learned the true and awesome power that is behind this connection during my days and times of playing professional-Roulette in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, at their illustrious CASINOS, back in the year of 1986, and up there in good ole' JERSEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As the teens change into the twenties, then 2 should I have the best possible resulting factors that would B potentially involved in my re-posting the come-back-blogs, in now a much better quality. WEEEEEEEEE and yes Sir Chester-Frank, as well as all great camp counselors from all over the place from 24-A apartments in Philly, right into A-24 inverted antimatter non-family-AC-NJ-USA-trips of 2009 movie studios. AHA-AHA-AHA, and yes, oh wonderful cousin of once world renown news anchorman, Les Kaiter, Mister Mack of 1967 and 1968; “THIS IS WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS”, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO-HA, ME WONDERFUL AWESOME ILLUSTRIOUS BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes great peeps; indeed I have learned it so well, and a long time ago. It just forever grows like a non-combustible flower on a star, there is no changing it, there is no stopping it. You cannot fight things such as the world of the QUANTA. It is just a reality and the way things operate here in what I will call, 'SINGULARITY's wonderful CREATION of HERS'. Hey, I am naught gonna' shullbit me' wonderful Blogaudians for a single heartbeat-moment. Singularity is NAUGHT a HER, nor a HIM, and if you think about it for a second and reason it out 4 crying out louder than 15 bells of freaking sound pressure level YO, how can a single-anything B one of 2 or more possibilities such as with gender, and thus connoting a 'male, as well as a female'? GEE WHIZ-FIZZ peeps, WAKE UP 4 CRISSING OUT LOUD, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!! No human mind is able ever, 2B able 2 grasp or in any small way 2 even begin 2 conceive of what “zero dimension” really is. It is like asking a human being 2B able 2 grab a big rig truck fully loaded and pick it up and hurl it all the way across a busy highway. Hey; anyone who shows me that they can do this, and I will find a way 2 make a trillion US dollars, and then sign over every single penny of it 2U, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Even the top minds, the best scientists, if anyone of them tells U that they can know what 0-D is, and that they fully and completely understand it down 2 the nth degree, I'll publicly call them a rotten liar on any podium ever built anywhere on the planet! It has been said on numerous occasions how nobody is capable of picturing even a million of anything. Some of the educational television programs will give U many examples of how it can B done in some small ways, by simply saying okay now, just picture 100 apples on a large floor and then picture 100 of those floors and then picture 100 of those buildings that contains that same type of floor with the apples laying there on them. Even most sixth graders most likely know that indeed, 100 times 100 is ten thousand and that also, 10,000 times 100 is a million (1,000,000), so in theory folks, doing this should permit us 2C and sort of begin 2 visualize a million of these apples laying on a floor, but I assure U all that this is merely a magicians type of illusionary trick 2 make us really believe that we R indeed able 2 picture those million apples, only it is total darn bull stench!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will say it again and I'll then reiterate it as many times as anyone out here would ever wish 4 me 2 do so. No human brain can accurately picture one million of anything, so a billion, a trillion; hey Don, will U give me a BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE here sir????????? There R indeed a whole darn dog lot of limitations that we frail mortal human beings have, and we need 2C and realize this powerful truth B4 anyone of us can even start 2C the powerhouse truths behind Morianity's many teachings, which yes, the head Morian, Me, Mountainpen, did NAUGHT invent the concepts of. LIGHTNING has taught me many incredible and awesome things folks. I never asked anyone of U2 ever listen 2 me or believe me. I only tell things that Diana has told me now since 1983, at least 4 the very most part, folks. I may go on from there occasionally and beg U all 2 believe stuff that I tell U has happened 2 me, yes; but that is as far as I'll ever go, as who am I-2 ever think that I know better than anyone of U???????????????????????

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT FWUUUUUUD, AHA-AHA and all lovely Mizz McKechnie Donna's out there who I think I may possibly misspelled your name, sorry; but yes, the Amanda Harris Dark Shadows deal is beyond HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE and folks, this is YYYYYY I have yet 2 even really embark on a mission of this truly gargantuan size yet, but I will B doing it, and very soon, YO, IPYT!!!!!!

Well my problem right now is wondering what my remedies R4 me, as ever since B4 July somewhere in 2007, nearly a year and a half of my blogs have yes, VANISHED AWAY, disappeared, as all my stuff does, right into the futhermucking TWILIGHT ZONE, unless I can figure out what 2 do. Steve sir, I'll B at the park to discuss ACLU and our lawsuit. This is serious now, and needs 2B soon darn addressed!

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Only nothing ever truly ends, and I think that many peeps now R aware of this, both consciously as well as deep below the conscious mental activity of the homosapien!!!!!!!

I will always B that dog, your big firedog, ZERANNISS, THAT BOY. U even named me that on the streets of the physical plane here back in the late 1960’s, and I never forgot those lovely things U spoke 2 me, nor will I ever, nor will I ever forget your lovely smile, huge brown eyes, and long light brown hair, UR my SCYLLA, look at the name SCYLLA, S as in Sarah, Y is an interchangeable I, only the O is missing from Callio, and the O is not for www.overstocked.com. C yall soon, bank on it, right after the tidal wave strikes, grow back eyes all of U as you’ll need them. Mister Winn really hated me' 1983 tidal wave song!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In 2023 up here in the future, permit me please 2 add into this old 2007 blog, this following whittle tiny wee insert: That was the tune that Resorts Hotel Casino teased me with the opening announced title, so I then, up in 2013, 'just teased the industry right back', on my fake-song of great fishermen, EVERYWHERE, well the song wasn't fake, but the machine techno-created HARMONY TRACK from an old phone conversation was, YO!!!!!!!!!! So a big fat-bat-ole' “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”, from Sir Chester-Frank, YO BROADCASTED Spellchecker BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-HA-AHA!!!!!!!!

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Tuesday, March 27, 2007

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN FROM THE HEAD MORIAN

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I have not been burning the midnight oil writing web logs recently. The story of my life can never really B properly told, and no way, in its fullness. Trying 2 say certain things is a total useless endeavor. If I say 2 someone 4 example that “U won’t believe me if I tell U”, and they keep insisting that they will, then I wonder, if they will not believe me in the smaller thing when telling them that they won’t believe, how the devil can they believe the bigger thing that they wish 4 me 2 tell? Not a single soul will take me seriously when I say that everything down 2 the smallest nth degree, is cosmiprogrammed with me in the following manner: Whatever things I like R always repelled from my proximity, and whatever things I do not like, R totally attracted into it, without exception, and definitely without my needing to exaggerate this. It’s all simply 100% true. Society, at least here in America has altered in several major ways, although mankind has not changed at all in its basic and fundamental existence. With the passing of every year and decade, people that were 30 R simply as those that were 25 a decade or so ago. This is not coming from a person normally aging and born and died, but from someone existing throughout HS. Again, I feel the need 2 specify, that all of U also R in HS in infinite or near infinite existences, but if U do not know it and I mean know it totally and completely like the way U know your name and telephone number, then it is for all intense and purposes, meaningless, as 2 your sense of it all. U got born, U are living your life, and heading for a certain grave. Nothing about this last sentence is untrue, yet due 2 lack of enlightenment, all but a few hundred people alive today know what I mean when I say that also U exist in endless ways of dreams in the great unimaginable HYPERSPACE, [HS]. If 100 people all have 50 million dollars worth of jewels hidden in a secret area behind a panel in their attic, and one out of these persons stumbles onto their secret panel and opens it up and removes their treasure, and pays the taxes on it, the rest is theirs to live like kings and queens. In reality, the one is no different than all of the others living in homes with similar treasures hidden behind a panel in their attics. Yet the one will now live a totally different life. If he or she then tried to tell the others that they also had treasures hidden in their homes, and could not prove it 2 them in any real way, not a one would start ripping apart a costly nice well arranged grouping of attic rooms. They would laugh and tell U that U-R a nut, and get lost. Right? If I tell every one in the world that by following me around and documenting exactly what I say is true, and all form a club that will lead to sort of a covert future class action 'legal-sewers' in a future litigation, as I would most definitely cut the group in, they would never do it, and it never will happen, as they all R2 busy telling me 2 take sike meds, see a counselor, and get psychiatric help. I know beyond the shadow of any doubt, that I can never not B, I exist, always have, and always will, and that the GMC is persecuting me in every way possible night and day, and that this hell will never ever end, not in a year, not in 10, not in 100, not in 1000, not in a million; and this I swear in front of any court or tribunal, worldwide, and will state under oath under penalty of perjury charges, right in the United States Supreme Court.

AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-2 ALL THE SLOBS OUT

HERE WHO HATE MY GUTS 4 NO GOOD REASON!!!!!!!

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A child with mentally challenging problems can C that my troubles R not ever going 2 end nor will I ever even B believed by anyone with clout that is willing 2 help me get this nightmare situation around me every day and night of my life stopped. The same challenged child can C that B4I get heavily into meaty issues of today’s blog, I will start with one of several major TRS, or TODAYS’ REVENGE SECRETS. First, I believe I know now who the follower/stalker on Christmas morning is, and he lives in my trailer park right next to me if I am right. They have lived there practically forever, and my landlady told me it is not the same people, but I know better. They slam the van doors over and over all weekend long while I try my best 2 sleep, as I work on the weekend nights as U now should know. Again, when these scum bags finally drive off of the property, what then within 2 minutes comes over, but that same loud low zenithing chopper. This has been going on in my life now since the early middle 1980’s, the van that is in with some plane or helicopter or other air vehicle. I have every reason 2 believe that the man who threatened to kill me at the Turnersville Pathmark parking lot on the afternoon of the 2nd of August in 1996, and frightened my mom so bad that she never was the same and led I believe to her shortly following undiagnosable medical condition that came upon her as mysteriously as Stephen King’s Fog, precisely 10 years ago today, leading to her lingering hellish slow tortuous death, and eventual murder on the 4th of March in the year of 2000. He was of the Masonic Order, and was going to kill me because another Mason, my pal David Roth, had recently given 2 me, a family lineage chart so secret, that it later led to the books by Dan Brown. This chart proves that I am the 61st grandson in direct lineage descendandship to one of the brothers of a great master who claims 2B the son of God, the SAR {LORD] Jesus Christ. In ancient Hebrew, SAR is LORD and SARAH is LORDESS. This goes back to when World Lab went back with the Peebee’s as they R called, or the PYRAMID BUILDERS. Dan Brown’s story is not true, and Jesus never had a daughter named LORDESS. But the great Sarah Stacey Jehovah does come to Earth’s mortal world from time 2 time, and I know huge secrets about it all. Lots of it all ready is told in some basic text on my website, www.morianity-foundation.com/ The show that was the biggest hit serial daytime drama from 1966-1971 called “Dark Shadows”, tried to expose this BUILDERBERGER MASONIC secret, and the cover story of Jonathan Frid desiring 2 return 2 Vaudeville, was all pure bull smells. U cannot expose nor beat these WORLD OWNERS. Let me get more 4 right now, into the heart of my first of today’s TRS: I told U all about an old pal in my special education school, named Jerry, the kid who blurted out the no-no to the great LORD, back in the MW year of 1972, and when I told her that the 17th of last June, as it was early October at the time, would come 2B a super historical date in American history but not until the following year. This indeed was true, as it was the date that the Democratic office building, the WATERGATE BUILDING, in Washington, DCUSAESMWG, was entered and bugged, under direct orders of the 37th president, Richard Milhouse Nixon. A PBE also needs 2B amended and corrected, I said the spring and meant to type in the AUTUMN of 1972 was when Jerry blurted this statement out to the great SSJKK, who had somehow managed 2 come to the MW, and infiltrate my school, as a Rehab student. Jerry’s father was a royal pain in the rear end, but I always got along swimmingly well with his wonderful mom. However, when I went to contact her from time to time in the early nineties about having her put me in touch with Jerry, remember that this was right B4I started going through my [mid-life-crises/Sarah-thing], whatever it really was, and like magic, Mrs. Heitzmann turned on me and told me it would B4 the best if I just leave Jerry alone and not ever bother him. She had absolutely no logical reason for abusing and mistreating me, we always had been friends, and Jerry was a great friend. I knew that Sarah’s head-tap would most likely have worn off by now, and we could have shared many a war story. Do not get me wrong, I love all mighty Jehovah more than any of U mortal worlders could ever know, but our special relationship has been compromised and interfered with by something that she herself established a long time ago, THE KINGS. This world has always had an ownership, an astral MILLIONTH COUNCIL in physical form, just as the Catholic Pope is symbolically thought of by his followers as God here on the MW Mortal World. Even orders such as ECKANKAR recognize how astral entities and societies, need 2 also have their physical counterparts here on the physical plane or realm, and these great KINGS in the book of KINGS, in the Holy Scriptures, is now the BUILDERBERGERS. Locked up tight in the bank and copies under the Pine Forests of the great NJUSAESMWG, will always B the proof of the greatest secret in this entire world, and that is who I am and who I am directly related to. This is not dynamite, it is beyond thermonuclear!!! I never asked David 2 take this chart out of that lodge, he did it, and I know that they murdered him for doing it, but I guess Constable McMeekan does not believe my story, or just doesn’t have the blatant fun circles to take on the owners of the world, can’t really say that I blame him. Dangerfield knew a lot, but I am not sure whether he was Masonic or not. He tried 2 warn me from Brad’s house on the telephone, what I was up against. It scared me so bad, that the following day, I wrote the song, “THAT’S THE WAY IT GOES”. This was copyrighted more than a decade later by me in early 1981. The dude that chased Brad and myself that horrible night a few weeks after this, was told by Sarah and the Callio family, FTV and SCTV not withstanding, to get this chain away from me, and when the wife messed it up for their sinister little plan, I went on to getting thrown out of the apartment for unfair things, and a few short months after moving from Westmont to Oaklyn, in NJUSAESMWG, came the night early in December, the 7th I believe, where I went 2 sleep and Sarah took the chain away from me in the dream, and when I awakened and looked in my secret strongbox 4 it, sure enough, the physical counterpart of this great chain had totally and completely vanished. In 1996 about 2 weeks B4 the terror threat made to my mother at Turnersville, NJUSAESMWG at the grocery store by the man in the {VAN}, always a covert van with no windows, mom and I decided on a trip back from good old Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG 2 pull over in Egg Harbor City, NJUSAESMWG; and go to the local diner for a nice din-din. The waitress was shaking in her boots, came right over to us and said to us, “A contract is on your life”. She went onto say that I as well as my Saturn vehicle, fit the precise description, that she knew this 4 a fact, as she had connected family in the area there, a nest of city corruption and illegal drug trafficking, and it seemed that somebody finked on somebody up there high in the drug-SAR bizz, and then told some other JO that it was me, setting me up for a hit, I believe on the L&O show, this would B considered 2B ATTEMPTED MURDER. In the real world, my complaints and story mean absolutely nothing to the local and state authorities. I can go get myself shot to death 4 all anybody around here gives a rotten dern.

All of the entire last week, and the weekend also, right up through and including Christmas Day and today the present day, things R off the scale horrific hellish, and nightmarish. Last week’s Monday and Tuesday and Thursday were beyond HELL. Thursday, “THEY” obviously did not want me 2 go 2C my doctor, and made my trip there and back, as well as the complete day, a nightmare of indescribable torment and torture. Every light burned me, an old harassment, as they can control any and all devices run electronically, mechanically, or biologically. Traffic and street lights R certainly no exception. The entire week and really 4 three straight weeks, the question would more accurately B, what DID NOT HAPPEN, that was making my life a living pure hell, not what was. This way we can abridge the list considerably, from a million pages down 2 maybe a line or 2. NATURALLY, THE DOW JONES DOES NOTHING BUT MOVE UP AND UP AND UP AND UP JUST AS I PREDICTED THAT IT WOULD, AND THE PHILLIES KEEP ENDLESSLY LOSING, THE SIXERS AND EAGLES AS WELL, WHILE THE FLYERS KEEP ON WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING, AND THIS WILL ENDLESSLY GO ON. Of course, even though the Eagles Football Team’s playoff chances had ended, I still tried 2 do them one last favor, knowing fully well, that if I blogged boldly that they will not win another game all season, that most likely just to wipe out my credibility, the Builderberger/Masonic forces/Skull & Crossbones Club World OWNERS/Fortune 50 FAMILIES, the original BIBLICAL KINGS from the Christian Scriptures KJV of the Holy Bible, would then “fix” things, so they would now WIN, after all, the playoffs cannot happen, so who really cares, as I stand 2 gain no positive magnetics out of it!!!!!!!

According to the WORLD-CONTRLLERS of the present time, there is no way 4 me 2 win, so just die pathetic Mountainpen scum bag, just go ahead and Paula King Weston die!!!!!!!!! Well, unlike Paula, I cannot remain dead if some ditsy jag officer keeps retracing me. So endless hell is all I can ever hope 4. Dark Shadows during its Leviathan plot, mentions that the cult is interested in those that travel in time. My original LOIS FOCA lyrics go, “I’m gonna sing U a little story about a man in all his glory, who learned how to travel through time”. Dream travel to other times and places in hyperspace, is not some invention of Mountainpen, I merely am one of the few who know how real it all is, and has the fun circles 2 tell others publicly about it.

Do U really think I have even opened the door on all the things I am going to say about HADDONWOOD SWIM CLUB? The huge black flies that were dropped out of the airplane that has been dogging me since the mid 1980’s, the strange people I met there, developing my abilities to move without swimming, the spurious jogging trail that led to the Briggbase, and many other stories, will all get detailed and elaborated on within a short time.

AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-2 ALL OF THE SLOBS OUT

HERE WHO HATE MY GUTS 4 NO GOOD REASON!!!!!!!!!

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SSJKK has many numbers that mean a whole lot 2 HERedahelda and 2 HER, oh mighty Google-Gods-Spellchecker Program. 15 is one really HUUUUUUUUGE one folks, but HER main two will always have 2 do with what happened in 1970 in Atlantic City, our last day on Planet Earth together as human 2 human! All real Smarties and Jones's out there, know this 2BA factual reality, and that deniers of that reality R in a perpetual self perpetuated pure ass fantasy!!!!!!!!!

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END OF THIS MISERABLE ROTTEN TWANSMISSION WHAAABIT!

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