MORIANITY 4 MILLENNIUM 3
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
© 2006-2023 URL MARK WAYNE MOHR/LABBER ARTHUR ZEEJINS-------2302
I NEVER ESCAPED CAPTAIN PICARD'S HELL BOX IN 2301
CHAPTER 1
5:42 AM, Tuesday morning, 18 July, 2023
SARA J. KARGE's BIRTHDAY 1896-2023, HBD-SJK.
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Endless clues 2 crap, just never quits, does it?
This opening chapter will naught B long, nor cover a whole lot of ground; but it will go into just a few things concerning the evil antics accomplished by, as well as many details about, the recently name-labeled by this blogger, “WOMO-SPACEFORCE-MILLIONTH COUNCIL SPAMMENIES”; and 4 A NICE SHORTENED COMBO HERE, the “WSMCS”. I am going 2 begin with an incident that happened approximately a month B4 the great and illustrious HADDONWOOD SWIM AND TENNIS CLUB of Debtford, NJUSAESMNWG, closed down forever, after several decades of operating a successful health club by this name; and then suddenly without warning nor reason; it just went 'POOF'; and it closed down overnight; and leaving recently re-upped members such as the Mountainpen, out a couple hundred trucking bucks, with no recourse whatsoever. Yes a month or so shy of the mysterious shut down on a dime, I was in the outdoor swimming pool on one late July hot and sunny-bright afternoon, when all of a sudden, several aireal vehciles began harassing me; and as soon as they did this, extremely large black horse-flies just came out of absolutely nowhere, and began literally sworming all around and over me, and biting me. As soon as I would manage 2 kill one, others came charging and biting. I managed 2 catch one of them that was only slightly injured, and 4 whatever the reason; I placed it into a pocket in my swimming trunks, and then I left the pool angry, and fit 2B futhermucking tied up with steel ropes. When I got home 2 my Kent Street apartment, at the Highview of Williamstown; I observed when carefully placing this HUUUUUUUUUUUGE fly into a large glass jar, that it had completely heeled up from a major swat on the concrete pool; as if it never had happened at all. Now exactly Y-I did what I did next, is anyone's guess, or guest here; as lovely Scylla would say it perhaps. Now here is what I did. I took a tea kettle in the kitchen, and boiled it with some water. Then I emptied the water into the glass jar and placed the lid back on. The fly of course was instantly boiled and died, only it did naught remain dead. Afteer the water had eventually cooled down, it came right back 2 life. Later, I froze it in the freezer, same thing happened; it froze and died. Then it returned 2 life again after being thawed out. Then I froze it again and this time, I crushed it in-between two pieces of cut poster-board pieces about 10 by 10 inches, and then scraped it back into the jar; and I went 2 sleep. The next morning, U got it, me' wonderful peeps; as if nothing had happened, it was just fine and completely alive. I never told a soul about this throughout the entire final days of the 20th century, but I transferred this fly into a jar that had a special double lid like a special salt shaker has; so that I could literally completely cover it into an air tight condition, that I called a sleeper-mode, or I could place the outer jar lid open and the inner lid with dozens of small breather-holes would then allow air into the jar. Whenever I would wish 2 awaken the fly, I simply would open the outer lid up and after air came into the jar, the fly would wake up and move around. I kept this fly in my possession until I ran away from the King family, back early in middle December of 2009; and the gods only know whatever became of it. I also lost the magical clock that I had, that when it was placed facing the corner of any room, somehow stopped, and it altered normal regular time flow in that corner area; and I could take a small piece of meat, and place it in a corner where the clock was effecting it, and keep it there a month, and it never went bad; and the clock would only gain one hour of actual passed time. Both the fly, as well as the clock, were forever lost 2 me, and much more also was lost; thanx 2 this great WASHCLOTH FAMILY OF EARTHLY DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!
So much now, 4 this 'integrenetrized' fly!
But I am concentrating right now on the WSMCS, and its manipulation of numerous realities surrounding this Earth-Plane of mortal world existence. A couple of days ago, when I was having that problem with numerous annoying and attacking minidroids (gnats-flies-etcetera) that kept coming out of nowehre, it also happened around half past 5 in the goddessdog morning again, & after hours of a back off from this. When I got up 2 go 2 me' kitchen laundry-closet 4 a new can of raid that I had strored there, I passed me' front door, and heard a sound outside. I went out, and sure enough, and at that ungodly hour; there was a circling persecuting air vessel that was harassing me, and I absolutely futhermucking know, that this was what somehow, despite my being clueless 2 exactly how; this minidroid invasion suddenly materialized all around me in me' home. It happened exactly as it happened in the summer time of the year of 1996, at the Haddonwood Club, up in Jersey. I am no more imagining all of this, than I am imagining that it is beyond miserably hot as hell in Florida, in the summer time. Now in case anyone is remotely interested, I am still heading 4 SOUTH AMERICA; and vely vely vely non-McDowell-1972 SOON, but that blog-book is over, and most likely; this will B the final BLOG BOOK OF THE 'BOM', and will merely continue on now with ascending numerical chapter numbers, YO BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now 4 the most incredible nocturnal experience in quite a long time, perhaps along the lines of the 'MOWRY-PULL-PLUG' incident in the hyperspace-dude's office back in last April. A couple of hours ago, I was sound asleep and lightning was around me, and SHE gave me a few small jolts, and I could hear HER voice saying 2 me, “U-R going 2 have a wild experience now, little boy”. Suddenly SHE was gone, and I was in a large empty room, and as I began walking around, and towards a wall; I suddenly saw a large computer, and a large banquet type very long table that it was on, and perfectly centered. Suddenly I saw my kid, and she was with two peeps who I am clueless 2 who they were, R, or 'whatever'; Sir Congressman. They were completely seemingly oblivious 2 my being there, as if I was all ghosted out, 2 their relative perspective. Now, I just got totally goddessdog mucking trucked by Mizz Jane Toiletwaterdrinking Sleazeweedsdisease Skumslime Thistlethorns, and need 2 stunt phlegm hate here (compensate), with me' 'twustworthy whittle fweekin' number-five-groupings', so here goes; and then we will get back 2 this WILD ASS DREAM, YO!!!!!!!!
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Suddenly they were doing something on that computer, and I kept edging myself closer 2 them; yet they were absolutely oblivious 2 my presence there. They were doing things on the computer that resulted from very similar things that R recently happening 2 me, with my numerous 'word-office hacks', or 'WHATEVER'-CONGRESSMAN-1975. Many things happened on this computer, and they did some stuff and I was observing them, and then without going into lots of other details that can B saved 4 future blogs; I came out of this experience, and then I wanted 2C if some of the things that I saw them do would operate and function on my waking-world computer. Sure enough, one of the things that I actually LEARNED FROM THIS WILD DREAMING INTERACTION, OR MY 'TRIP IN 5-D HYPERSPACE', however U may wish 2C these truths; actually worked on my waking world computer. I won't get into all of this now, since it is way 2 goddessdog HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE, and time just won't permit it. So far, and I'll say only this much, this has allowed me now 2 use my 'highlighted delete extra pages' function, allowing me 2 again compensate 4 Jane Thistlethornsdisease, and her endless ONES-GROUPS-ASSAULT on the pitiful helpless pathetic MOUNTAINEN. It also allows me 2 do something that makes me' documents work the way that I wish, and without using the mouse 2 do several things, that when the hacks R bad, and especially the 'MNR-HACKS'; is extremely difficult as well as punishingly annoying. 2 major things have now been elliviated, and all 'thanx-2-me'-daughter', and her 2 pals, showing me this weird feature; and from A PARALLEL WORLD. So now peeps, if we connect this kind of junk with 1997, and her fantastic WESTMONT song; well, 2 quote the goddamn younger generation here, since it beats anything else that I could say, and IPYT great folks; “LIKE-WOW DUDE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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