Who Has Put Together the Super-Sleuth non Long-Island MOVIE DEAL about 2019 and 2020 and the 1975 Talks with Jim Burr's Pal, Sir Zvonko Covid
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- Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness. And yes all geeks, hackers, and cool Blogaudians everywhere, maybe even Mizz Blake from AT&T as well, and associates; “INTENSE” would absolutely describe this 'BOM-BOB' project!!!!!
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
4:00 PM, Saturday late afternoon, 1-6-2024.
Don't believe my blog; talk to the wonderful Professor M-K at the NYU. Just remember that I was speaking these things back when I was being beaten up by Atlantic City Beach Patrol Mascots in 1975; while good old Mom and good old Cousin Ruth Huntington Gozzwald Gottwald, were up at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Babylon, New York. There is not a single little cosmic damn dot, that's out of place. But a million Mister Einstein's cannot see the large maze in real time, and I can tell you why, but it won't make sense to just about all people out here who don't have a giant background in applied astrophysics and quantum-dynamics. This planet we evolved in and on matches in size, a perfect light speed and brain consciousness ratio, in that anything over the circumference of this world, in distance; can never ever be perceived by humans in totally real time. Everything after that is enough of a fractional light second in distance, to prevent that. Things like this do not just coincidentally happen, and I don't care who says otherwise. So WEEEEEEEE! “And that's just reality son”, according 2 the wonderful and ever-illustrious Mister Dennis Snyder, of Mullica, NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Forget love and glory, and time going by, and old songs; and all of it. This all boils down to the fact that I feel that I can prove to a very backward planet; Roddenberry family; that first contact indeed is here all along; and that God as you call 'him', is really a sixteen year old girl, who in this multiverse, always was and always will be; as this is who she was when SHE jacked into this damn lawn-mower gamer simulation system of HERS!!!!!!!!!! Never saw the movie SS? Until a person sees that movie, they have no right 2 judge harshly or otherwise, any of those words printed above, since I saw the show and I have gone through this since my mom took me 2 the TRINITY HOTEL of 10-SC AVENUE in ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG, 4 the vely first time in late June of the year of 1965, and I MET HER!!!!!!!! They all told me they wanted me 2 tell all about HER 2 all of them, oh world. U know it, and I know it; and now I have been trying in the following century 2 do just that, and have been getting one monster slap in my face after another 4 my wasted effort; so gee willagars whiz-fizz coin dealers, and countesses of all alto regions of the world!
No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U-2-B saying this 2 my mom, at your nit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya' son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog skit?, and U-R the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton; my plans R all clucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE HADDONWOOD SWIMMING POOL'S
Colaman lookalike photo, is shown below:
Yes the great inventions, machines, ideas, and dating all the way back into 1979, the great 74 WORLD PENETRATION DEVICE that can physically temporarily allow a break in the cosmic mirror and send any physical-matter into various interconnected vibratory parallel realms going far beyond upper locales of great laws, orders, and countess boyfriend coin collectors. Right now there is only sufficient time 4 a quick overview discussion on how the COVID problem may have all REALLY and TRULY gotten started back in the year of 2019, hence the identifying nomenclature of the term used shortly into this event, COVID-19, meaning none other than a strain of bacterial microbiological agents created accidentally in 2019 2 attempt 2 use Zvonko's invention 2 make unlimited quantities of non Clayton Brokerage Wall Street Dennis Caldwell A-U (GOLD), so yes hey you, this is fact and not fiction, only the stuff told 2 me late in 1975 and early in 1976 by this magical dude who brought that strange turntable over 2 me in early 1974 at the Dellway Arms Apartments where I then resided at the unit #O-15, Mister Gawky Gaukauk and all shortly 2 follow fake Diana Arteemis eye make up jobs, so it may appear!!! All we know about all of this 4 sure would never in a trillion mega-years stand up in any court of law in any modern day less that 3rd world nation. Still, if I am right about all of this, and the recently re-posted blogs onto these new 2024 blogs; the accidental byproduct of laboratorialy-engineering the necessary chemical ingredient 2 convert seawater into gold in an extremely economical way, which has been the dreamed goal since humans began loving that awesome glittering metallic substance, so hey you peeps, this is most likely what got out of control and released and Y it all started in this country and spread so quickly, as underground volcanic rivers can indeed carry microorganisms quite well, and this is Y peeps who do not know what the Dogtown they R doing, need 2 keep their hands the shkit off of this type of experiment. I sure hope this message gets 2 Dock F B-4 it is permitted 2 ever start up again, and 4 all I know and despite starting the metals price market gold rush of autumn of disco 1979, this info from Sir Zwonko could all B completely erroneous and maybe the F-K A-U is all safe and secure, and it all was just a nonsensical gull-dern made up story. I admitted that when I told the tale 2 the stock broker that day that I feel started the entire panic and led 2 the gold rush, but listen up now SEC, my intent was never ever 2 influence an entire metals panic, and I'll swear 2 that under my national citizenship and under my great GODDESS and endless love of my eternal existence as well as temporary human life as the me that I am now in 2024 and have been since late in 1954, SSJK PINK-GODDESS; that this is the absolute sworn truth under any future legal proceedings!!!!!!!!!
CAPS FROM BLOG BOOK------“HALL'S WALLS”, CHAPTER 157
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So for those billions that don't know what a GAME-OVER-DEMAND is; let me put it in a unique way for all of you viewing this. It was 1974, in July somewhere; and I was approaching the end of a five and three quarter year stay, and second longest stay anywhere, in my 121 semi-annums of life, as present-me-MWM, at the Dellway Arms Apartments, in Oaklyn, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG. I went down for a three night stay at a rooming house near where today, the Tropicana Casino stood after being built in the eighties, and I know that the building is still there, even though I have heard numerous casinos have shut down since my coming here to Florida late in twenty-OHM-nine. Some family company you have here Dancer Shirley Crows!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hi yourself, kiddo!!!!!!! So I am staying on Stenton Place in Southern Atlantic City at age nineteen and a half, on a mini vacation, in a rooming house owned by a lady named Selena Dada. Not GAGA, but this is enough to make someone go a lot more than 'gaga at the go-go' bars, of pre-disco days, and all pre-'doo doo doo' days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now let's move this along. A man came up to me out of nowhere, and told me things that were beyond what any human being could ever know even today, let alone four dern decades back into time. For those too young to know this, it was another planet back there, if you were not in the fifties through the seventies, you really are on Planet-Next. There just is no way to get through and explain it. You know or you don't know, and to quote John Redstatehail Henningsen; “It's just that simple”. So this dude of about age forty-five give or take, not only knew stuff that was beyond THE TWILIGHT ZONE, but seemed to make it a point to tell me a lot about it; and he also seemed to come and go, out of nowhere. I was on a beach near Central Pier in Atlantic City, near what I used to call as a youth, Ziggy's Jetty. It is physically not possible from where I was, to come and go, in the wink of an eye. Suddenly he was there, then telling me wild shkit, and then just as suddenly, he was gone. I turned away a couple seconds, and POOF, Mister Harry Potter again. How I wish I could enjoy Hogwarts the way that all of you out here can do. To me, that grit is just a normal part of my every ducking day life. WOW that plucking lurkshauf door slammer is on a roll to trucking annoy me since he got back around five last evening. He is really slamming, and it is not even barely eight in the dang morning. It has been going on a good half hour, Sheriff Ken Mascara, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But it doesn't end here. I went back a short while later to the room I was staying at, at Selena Dada's place, and suddenly, this entire huge thing just revealed itself to me out of nowhere, and it called itself, the “LAW OF ONE”. This is where I just learned about ZDT, or Zero-Dimensional-Technology. The knowledge just came into my head, and all psychiatrists insist that believing things like that is delusional and that this is merely a psychotic break with reality. Hey, call it whatever you plucking like, head shrink industry. IT HAPPENED THE STUCK TO ME!!!!!!!!! But during these times, where this man appeared out of nowhere; my mom was working with a wild coworker named Patricia Hollister. She is the reason I was able to learn the secrets of the great FASCITAR. She put me onto so many things, and the joke of it all is that if someone were to ask her, she would say, ''I hardly knew the little stick''. She would be right, but she would be wrong. This is my version of the Temple of the Dragnet, and the Expanded Mind. Maybe Julia White and other alter-egos of this great lady (Paula King), has her red and white version of all ideas, and books, and bobs; and goddess help me after I post this; and this is only 1% of the truth, and if I say more; I will be killed in here, TODAY, by THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me now go and wash my hands 'OK-OK-OK' Cousin David????? And W—O—W THAT, Lenny McKinnon!
Let me tell you a little up front grit, great people. I, along with many others, have been placed on the CRAZY-LIST. This is merely something like another of many cover-events figured out in the White House Situation Room or the Pentagon War Room, or the Emergency Station of Fort Meade, MD, USA, Never Say Anything Club (NSA). All of what modern day psychology was supposed to evolve into, after the giants in their field and pioneers, such as Dock Freud; became quite intentionally perverted. Those keeping great secrets figured out a very powerful way of dealing with those who threaten their control and might by way of exposure; are merely ''crazy people''. All anyone has to do is ponder a small amount of time on this deadly truth, and they cannot help but to see this nightmare is all real and true. Going on and on with this, serves absolutely no purpose. The media does not believe this, and thinks I am about as 'crackpot-city' as it gets. The problem with a few of us out here, is that we learn how to show that they can go on with their antics all they want to, but stuff we claim is real, cannot be totally discredited. This is why my meds were taken away from me. Think about it. I thought the AMA and this industry wanted to push meds on people, not to take them away from them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's cleared up early this evening and is now around half past 5 and starting 2 darken a wee tad bit, speaking of lovely and awesome Mizz Patricia H Hollister H here, and yes, chemtrailing ain't major, but it is out there; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! Some noise is in the air this afternoon, and was present since awakening today at approximately a quarter past two of the goddessdog clock, but the air siege is within a middle level and not enough 2 go and play the 4 air siege numbers on my 'APE-ROULETTE' system, BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! It would indeed B about time 4 me' ole' cool roomie dude 2-B chiming in here should he B here only he is naught here, nor R-U, oh lovely Mizz 1983 Blake, but here goes, first let's do Sir Chester-Frank (non-Bob George), from Piquet Security Company of late 1978, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”. Now we will do Mizz Blake from the phone-company, as we called it back in those times, “Mister Mohr, I don't know if somebody's trying 2 drive U crazy or naught”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now Y do I get a powerful strange outlandishly surreal feeling up here in 41 years of reflected antimatter-space, that U sure did know if somebody was, and just who somebody still IS, oh great mah'm from AT&T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh Ingrid, oh oh Peeps Mag Ingrid, what do all of U stick heads truly know of all of thisssssssss, lovely Mizz Erica Cane Susan Luccisnakes, mah'm from 1983???
MAY 26, 2015,
TUESDAY MORNING AT 07:32,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 79 DEGREES FNHT.
RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 82%, FEELING LIKE 84.
DAILY RANGE-----(H-79/L-75).
WINDS ARE ESE AT 6, GUSTING TO 10.
HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 157
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
THE END, ALL LOVELY KATY-GIRLS ALDARE, IN THIS AWESOME WEERLLD.
MEANT 2 SAY BOTBUR, NOT BOTBAR, ON PREVIOUS BLOG WRITING, SO SORRY WWll JAPANESE AMBASSADORS OUT THERE IN 1941
As the title perfectly implies here peeps, I meant 2 say I was bottom of the barrel unofficially rated and not ALREADY-RATED, another famous MIND-HACKING-ERROR on the poor-pitiful non-Ronstadt-Mountainpen, so WEIN-SOSO-SSDD???!!!! This is the difference between BOTBUR and BOTBAR, and now U hopefully understand these meanings somewhat better, despite my endless mind-hacks from the ever trustworthy scum-hole WOMO-SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES.
9:00 PM, Friday, January 5, 2024
Almost every other time now, I get that old and extremely flucking annoying inability 2 make underlines HACK!!!!!!!! It just happened 2 me again. YES, I PLAYED ROULETTE TODAY, AND MADE 8-UNITS OF PROFIT, so WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and yes Chester-Frank, and Katy-Pee, also absolutely WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS, yes sir and mah'm if I do need 2 emphatically proclaim that me'self!!!!!!!! As I said, when I get that feeling, and hear that voice 2-B extremely cautious and careful; the Mountainpen always obeys these premonitions, and quits while being ahead, preventing my going straight into major BOTBAR. Being BOTBUR is always bad enough and 6 out of 7 times it does go all the way from the 'U' vowel into the 'A' vowel. I won on spin number 4, and Win Values on the number-5-multiple seven numbers of play is (+29) units. Lose Values on this 5-multiples number grouping is (-7) units. So -7 times 3 equals -21 units and the +29 times 1 equals +29, so 29 minus 21 is (+8) units. The DEATH FLUCKING ANGEL IS ON ME LIKE ALL GET THE CHRIST OUT OF DOGTOWN, and has been 4 quite some time most days now, and today is plucking goddessdog total damn MURDER, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!
MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR CALENDAR:
FRIDAY, JANUARY 5, 2024---JWSC-WED-12-16
CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING CRESCENT 2:7
N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
WANING CRESCENT------(W-N-C)
WANING GIBBOUS--------(W-N-G)
WAXING CRESCENT------(W-X-C)
WAXING GIBBOUS---------(W-X-G)
MMMMMMMMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCCCCCCCCCCC
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 WOMO-SPACEFORCE SUBSKUMMITE ENEMIES, whom are VICIOUSLY PERSECUTING ME ON THE 5th DAY IN JANUARY OF THE YEAR 2024, WITH A FULL BARRAGE OF MULTIPLEXED PERSECUTION'S AS FOLLOWS: AERIAL DEATH SIEGES, NOISE ASSAULTS, HEALTH ASSAULTS ON MY BOWELS WITH HAVANA DEATH WEAPONRY, COMPUTER HACKING, WEIRD STUFF THAT COMES FROM OUT OF ORDINARY REALITY, AND NUMEROUS HARASSING ITEMS NOT ALL LISTED HERE, AND ALL OTHER CONCEIVABLE HELLISHNESS THAT THESE MONSTERS HAVE BEEN PERPETRATING UPON ME SINCE THIS ALL BEGAN, AND THAT FIT EXACT PERFECT PATTERNS WITHOUT FAIL, AND R DONE WITH SOME AGENDA AND MOTIVE, THAT ENDLESSLY BLESSES THEM AND THEIR LIVES AND THEIR GOALS; AND WHICH IS ALL DIRECTLY A PART OF THE ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULT ON ME, THAT BEGAN ON THE EXACT DATE OF THE MORNING OF 15 AUGUST, IN THE YEAR OF 1986; and 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 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 a CRUSH DESTRUCT-SINGE DESTRUCT-TOTAL DESTRUCT—DESTRUCT ORDER, and 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.
VERY SOON, WE WILL TAKE DREAMS AND DREAMING AND THE ADVANCED SECTIONS OF MORIANITY DISCOURSE LESSONS INTO THEIR FINAL STAGE OF BEYOND MIND BLOWING JUNK THAT IF EVER TAKEN SERIOUSLY AND DONE BY THOSE READING THESE WORDS, THIS PLANET WILL CHANGE PRACTICALLY OVERNIGHT, YO!!!!!!!
Those who already know about randoms and influencing them with quantitative dynamics and related methodologies, as well as the early 3rd millennium and stuff like BIBLE-CODE, and other related items; indeed know how powerful stuff that I have done ever since 1983, and leaving 1802 Robin Hill, 4 Atco, NJUSAESMWG one day, on 02/01/1983, and 2 move into the rented home owned by real estate investor Mister Jerald Pliner; truly is. The only problem is that eventually U won't B able 2 resist ultimate mental channeling, and taken 2 levels that I took it 2 can and most likely does cause damage and interrupts normal mental behaviors of the human brain here while existing in human and physical life. I know, as I have become a channeled person, and as we age into 60 and 70 year decades of our lives, it does indeed become nearly impossible 2 not B what I have labeled as “mind-hacked” by these powerful out of this world HALLS FAWCES from the Purgatorial timelessness, (ASTRAL PLANE)!!!!!!!!!!!! Really smart computer geek types out here know what is truly being said and told here now by me. Connecting our selves up into a permanent channel with other-worldly forces is not only possible but life altering, and I should know. These level-8 and level-9 Purgatites, the coins and the coils, THE GODS, will allow us 2 slowly connect into them and it always has 2-B done their way and on their terms. Again, I know and speak from a very personal decades long experience now as 9 more years will make a whole goddessdog half century of human world time 4 me now with all of thistlethorns of Mike Soft, and all of thissssssssssss as well; lovely Erica Luccisnakes, mah'm. It is as simple as that, only telling it all down and dirty and complete will require ten Tolstoy sized books, let me assure U all of THAT, y-O!!!!!!!!! Oh that never 2-B lost y-O-HACK, great peeps aldare, YO!!!!!!!
HOLDING AT BOTBAR AT 3 PM ON FRIDAY, 1-5-2024
01:40 PM, Friday afternoon, January 5, 2024
This has been a bad day and is holding at bottom of the barrel unofficially rated as of just shortly after three of the clock on this mildly rotten Friday damn disafsternoon, and is filled with a lot of annoying hellishness since it began when I woke up at around 02:40 this goddessdog photo removal club of Mizz Blake teases from 1983 and onto infinity or so it seems 2 me sometimes YO, on this Friday afternoon of the 5th day in this 1st month of the year of 2024, and I am not handing the scum-hole OTAMMITE enemies a full out BOTBAR; not quite yet YO BRAHHHHHHH. I just realized that I am writing the '3' hour when I mean 2-B putting in the '1' hour, as it is now exactly 1:48 PM, and 3:00 is over an hour away still. All sorts of weird things have started happening with me now since right shy of the time that I began blogging my 2nd blog of this goddessdog day, YO!!!!!!!! First, there was some weird crap with my electronic equipment that never should have happened, and again right now when trying 2 make a spelling correction added-2-dictionary in my word program, and it came out as if I had right clicked over an okay word not underlined, two times and then on the 3rd try it acted normally and allowed me 2 make the correction. So far today, it has been lots of damn noise, health and bowel assaults, difficulties in getting some medical junk taken care of with several agents and systems, some weirdness even 4 the Mountainpen, and endless smaller annoyances that we all can of course depend on most of the time, so Y even bother 2 make any lists? I played a roulette game using the numbers that on these type of days with scattered multiplexed persecutions and either BOTBAR or close 2 it at BOTBUR, the 5 multiple numbers R the hottest 4 my playing them, and I won on the 4th spin and quit with an 8-UNIT profit. HERE COMES MY DOG COMPUTER HACKING, RIGHT ON FLUCKING CUE, WORLD OUT THERE, AT 01:54 PM; AND ANOTHER NASTY DIRTY GLASS ROTTEN STINKING CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATING (SMALL-BOX)-HACK, YO!!!!!!! This brand new hack in 2023, just came out of the mother ******* true blue Amy Cooley queen of material worlds; and this is the same computer that I have had and used ever since purchasing it late in the year of 2010, over at the Fort Pierce Walmart Store, with my coworker, sir Clay Coins. So then me' glass shoal mother trucking point here is indeed quite simple. If this is not a HACK, Y all of a sudden is this happening?????????? Stop handing me that 'mommy-dearest' annoying “It's an old car-----syndrome” either; as items getting older is one thing, but it does not automatically explain how suddenly weird annoying junk starts happening out of absolutely goddamn nowhere, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes peeps; I knew that I would win quickly with one of the 7 multiples of number 5 on my APE-ROULETTE, and I did; and even though many would scoff at my walking away with an 8 unit profit, my response right back at anyone out here is simple: “IT SURE BEATS THE DAMNED DOGTOWN OUT OF AN 8-UNIT LOSS”!!!!!!!! Folks, I wanted 2-B sure I could win my game today, and I heard that 'LITTLE DAMN VOICE' inside of me telling me that if I wasn't gonna' B satisfied with that nice quick tiny wee tad bit of non-Patty Hollister profit, then it would possibly B a real super BOTBAR disastrous day 4 me today; and I was naught gonna' take the chance of my little inner-voice being right!!!!
One year is no different than another one, just as months and days and weeks and hours all R no different 4 me, naught when all the crap is all averaged out. It all fits into this brand new and EVER SINCE 15 AUGUST OF 1986 pattern of quintessential mysterious endless unexplainable intrigue and supernatural nonsense, and yet, I know it is all totally completely real, and I also know that most of the peeps who come 2 know about me and me' life, also do as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes folks, I admit 2 seemingly having this annoying habit of acting like new times R really new as in nothing like this has ever been, when in actual truth, all I need 2 do 2-C the error of me' goddessdog ways and total fallibility of my thoughts with this, is 2 archive and study me' own blogging works just since back exactly 18 damn glass years ago now in the year of 2006. Another super annoying recently new additional hack on me is the key strike right 2 the left of the (') key, the (;) key. The blogs over the past half year or more R seemingly suddenly filled with that annoying plucking goddamn deal of when I say so often 4 example, “I had a bad time over there, and even me'; hat blew off me'; head in the wind”. Yes great Treasure Coast International Airport peeps who watch me and me' air-lights porch system when they sporadically drive through the place, and with the permission of the co-op officers, and U will C my warning air-porch lights on both front and rear, most likely now I will leave them on 4 several days and nights maybe even a week or more, as this aireal shullbit is beyond a major hellish annoyance, and sooner or later, some stick head futhermucker will crash into something and then perhaps the local media in Palm Beach will pick up my entire story and this blog will go super goddessdog viral overnight all around the entire pwanet, oh Mister Elmer Wabbit Warner Bwothers Fwuuuuuuuud!!!!!!!! JEEZ-LOUISE.
Oh by gosh by golly, forget holly and kissing bushes; this is so dead grass serious, there are no words; Auntie Dearest!
MARCH 9, 2014,
SUNDAY MORNING AT 3:08,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 58 DEGREES FNHT.
Journal cassette tape number 25,734 equivalent
I had a nice eight hours of 'sleep' or close to it, something very rare for me now in my old bunt tapping age, folks. I was a regular normal TYPE-1-EXPLORATRON, as we all are unless practicing an unusual set of mental exercises, which are to go to sleep and set the alarm for about two thirds to three quarters of the time that you normally sleep, say if you are a six hour sleeper, setting it for four hours. You get up just long enough to perhaps grab a half glass of water and take a leak. But before you even fall back into bed, you mentally 'day-dream' on a place that you wish you were, this could be anything from on some vacation to just being at the residence of anyone in this world you would want to be for any possible reason. It could be your teacher, your preacher, your grand parents place in the country, or the home of Elvis Presley when he was a young man. “The possibilities”, to quote lovely Elizabeth Montgomery, back in that sixties show on TV, called Bewitched, “are endless”. Do not think about one other thing other than this, and within one minute you will be back asleep, only you will be awake in your doppelganger self in some parallel universe, where indeed, due to the mathematical immensity of the fifth dimension, you will be there, because you in this alternate reality, are there. The second you are there, you need to take command and tell yourself, I just did this, hay that buttwipe Mountainpen is no fake phony grassmole, this works; so let me do the next thing he says. That would be to say to yourself, “I really am here, and now I can choose to take over my other self, and become a true transdimensional somnambulist”. Sleep walkers are nothing more than TYPE-2-EXPLORATRON travelers, in the stage of experimentation, invisible to you as you are in the same reality as the one asleep and walking, but inside that sleepwalker, is their double from another dimension in the multiverse, in the D-5 or FIFTH DIMENSION. I was only a TYPE-1-EXPLORATRON, but am planning on telling a powerful story, as we begin the opening minutes of DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME, HERE IN AMERICA; and my own stupid invention, from a long time ago.
Recently, the temperatures here have been heavenly, less than eighty with nice dropping overnight breaks from any heat. This won't last much longer so I am sucking it all up while I can like a dry sponge striking a universe of ocean. I fell asleep around just past two yesterday afternoon, Saturday, and slept until just past ten last night. Somewhere towards the end of the period, I was inside of powerful vivid dreaming interactions. I knew it, but had no control, as I did not take the normal steps of mental exercise to allow for this brain to Mind-Realm connection circuitry, to make this all operate in this mode. Just why it does, by the way, don't ask me, just know that I know, that indeed folks, it does. So I had no control, but I was in a very vivid situation, powerless to make my doppelganger do anything, hence, it was doing what it wanted to do, in this particular world reality. I was traveling a lot, and unlike the days of the early and middle eighties, in the parallel universe where I was employed as some traveling promotion agent for the S-DAY-LAUDER peeps, I am spelling it as it sounds and have no idea how it is properly spelled; but unlike with this, I was not any kind of sales rep or anything remotely connected to this kind of situation, and fully know that, as my double fully knew quite naturally, what he was doing in his life, and I was just along for the ride, for lack of a better way of saying it. I was in a large restaurant and everyone was filing out for some reason, and I was suddenly there by myself, possibly as the guard, as I have done a lot of this type of work here in this universe, but in cosmic fifth dimensional truth, that really is totally meaningless, as we all have universes where we all have done every possible thing, and been every possible one of us; and have interacted with every possible one of us, in every possible relationship. This seems beyond inconceivable, but that is only because numbers like one times ten to the power of a quadrillion are so beyond the reach of your mind, and this is a pin head amount of the total of these universes next to the real total amount of them in all of the entire multiverse or the hyperspace. Anyway, my Aunt Geraldine Snow was suddenly there, and after a while, I knew that this was not my aunt, and just as I realized this, in walked my parents who I totally knew in this universe, were not my parents. Then five people ranging in age from 12 to 30 for a best guess on my part, also were coming into this place, and they all seated themselves around a very large square table with a red and white tablecloth with checkerboard type pattern, and then blue stars were inside many of the multiple squares. I suddenly looked up and I observed a sign on the wall, and it said, THE RED WHITE AND BLUE LODGE. Later I came to learn that this was a mountain retreat for skiers, and that this family, of which I was no part of there, appeared to be the owners of this quite large and quite gorgeous establishment. They saw me sitting at a table across from them and totally ignored me, so I pretended to have a stroke, and grabbed my head and fell down off of my chair. Instead of helping me however, the two older guys who might have been my brothers only they were not in this parallel reality, began mercilessly kicking me in the head and ribs. They had sneakers on and even though blood was pouring from me, I was not mortally wounded, but I found myself tied up in the back room after going unconscious. My Aunt Geraldine Snow who was not my Aunt over there, told them to all leave the room. She then proceeded to ask me who I was and why I am there, and why I faked having a stroke. I was still bleeding and told her if someone would call for medical help, and let me have a wet cloth to hold on my messed up face following my beating; that I would then tell her what I was able to. With that she punched me real hard right smack on top of my shoulder, then took off her shoe and began to beat me on the top of my head with it. While the beating was going on, someone from inside the main area hollered out, ”turn on the damn grass music, so that we don't have to hear the flick yelling so much”. Suddenly I could hear the word 'MY' and then a really loud drumbeat, and then the song that I wrote back in early August of 1986, called, “Real Good Girl”, began playing on a powerful system. I heard my own rotten voice singing it, and the powerful loud crashing of the cymbals and the loud drum like sounds from numerous fake things that made those sounds, right down to me pounding my fists hard on the floor of my landlord's home in Cherry Hill, at 1931 Route 70, AKA the Marlton Pike, East. After the song was over, I noticed that another sign was hanging in the room that I was in, saying, CONGRATS TO THE GRADUATES OF CHELTENHAM HIGH. For those who just may remember from blogs around 2010, I had a powerful interaction about my cousin Donald, and my cousin Sandy; and part of it was about them telling me to go over to that high school, in Pennsylvania, and just exactly why; I could not, and still cannot; begin to imagine the reason. I have never even been to Cheltenham, Pennsylvania. Two words are in this town's name that are real actual words, if you notice; TEN, and HAM. Biblically, the ten commandments and people refusing to live by them, in the days of Noah, who had a son by the name of HAM, along with Japeth and 'SHEM'; matching the first syllable in the name with one half of the letters, and also being the word of 'HE', and other than for these Babylonian super sleuth clues, Kim Wild Weird-Chords; I do not know what else to say regarding this. What I will tell you, is that, and I know some of you out here have had this happen in your lives so don't bother denying it; but I realized this was a 'dream' that I had in part, on numerous other occasions, not in any serial order, but it was as some call these things, 'recurring dreams'. I always liked that 'L&O' episode where the lawyer Dworkin tells the jury of his recurring dream with going out to work naked, in New York City, how his day started in the subway, then onto the way it continued at work, with Susie, and so forth. Still, I am in this parallel universe a lot, in my present life mind energy as a TYPE-1-EXPLORATRON, and for the first time now, as a TYPE-2, and now after I tell you a little bit about this folks; maybe you will understand when I tell you that I definitely plan to go back as a TYPE-3, (T-3-E). Suddenly there was nobody anywhere, not in this room behind the main dining hall, or in the main areas either. Now I found myself walking completely outside and noticing huge snowy mountains, and a huge sign advertising this lodge, and lots of folks all waiting for a ski lift to take them to the top of a ski area. All of a sudden, one of the most awesome beautiful young hunny's that I ever saw in me' entire life, almost a twin of that tall goddess on the old Lizzy McGuire show staring delicious Hillary Duff, back early in this century on the Disney channel or Nick, or whatever. Looks like Microsucks Spellchecker needs some plucking Viagra, not recognizing a commonly used term that I attempted spelling three different ways. Anyway, the girl was like the popular goddess of the school, by the name of KATE. This is very much how this girl appeared, only as tall as Kate was in the show, this giant teen goddess had to be a foot taller, and towered over everybody; and was wearing the most beautiful colored jacket, and had long light brown hair, much like the great Sarah Krassle. She came up to me and began telling me that it won't work, and to leave the place, and she repeated it over and over. My doppelganger just kept saying back to her, not to get involved in it. This is when I turned and found my car, parked and unlocked, keys already in the ignition, in the lot close to the ski lift. I got in and began to drive away, and within ten minutes, this goddess passed me and tried to make me stop my car, and this went on quite a while until I stopped, and she then got into my car after pulling hers over to the side of the road and shutting it off. This is when she told me they are never going to let me know where they hid the 74-WP. I then found myself pulling over and begin discussing this with her. I asked her all sorts of questions, I didn't, but this doppelganger 'other me' was doing it; with me along for the ride. She eventually told me that she could help me get it, but that the price would be for me to sign the papers. After a while, I realized what these papers were. Her father was the owner of some large NASA connected private company that wanted to have the details about Sunram's DE system. She did not seem to even know about these details, only speaking in ways that I was suddenly able to catch on, due to what I knew. Then things changed in some ways that did not pertain to here in my world now where I type this, so I cannot begin to figure it out. She said I had to go to Staten Island, and tell that meddling girlfriend to stop trying to get that lawsuit going. All this other me kept saying is that I had no power to tell her anything, and then she kept telling me that I did indirectly, and that I needed to keep Mister Java Queen out of their affairs. This went on a while, and she then asked me to take her back to her car and I did so. When I drove off, I thought that she had driven the other way and back up the ski resort, but somehow she decided to turn around and again, started chasing me and passing me, and doing all kinds of maneuvers in her vehicle that made me finally pull over again. But this time she then put her car in reverse and came parallel to mine, and a passenger was in there with her, and it was, well, I wanted to say, my Aunt Geraldine Snow, but she is not my Aunt over there. Her window rolled down, and she aimed a large magnum, the same type gun that record promoter Lenny McKinnon pulled on me in the summer time of 1980 in Philadelphia when he insisted that I run a red light near city hall across Broad Street one hot ass afternoon in late July. Then I heard shots, and the left side of my body was on fire. Literally, on fire, not like the expression goes when someone is shot, and it feels like this type of agony. I was on fire, and the car caught fire. This gun shot out something, and it was not like a flame thrower, but more like small tablets that came into my window and just burst into flame. The car began speeding away ahead of me, and I stopped my car and tried to run outside, but the door would not open. I remember the agony of burning and burning, and me screaming for minutes so loudly that I had no voice left. Then like magic, it was just past ten at night, and I was here, and that was over.
However, the eye problem came back once I crossed back over to here. I'll have to get it looked at next week by doctors. There R some weird sounds coming from the hallway in the middle of my sleep time, and I cannot be totally sure which universe it was coming from, nor how it could effect the sound. We all know that the same sound is two different things most of the time, in two universes. I used to be inside of 'dreams' back in 1964, where buzzing birds or machines were doing something around me, and then I would come back to here, and it was my father in the bathroom of the 125-A Haddon Hills apartments, with his electric shaver, shaving himself.
JOURNAL TAPE 25,734 continues onward, L-4. It goes from bad to worse, to worse-even-more, to holy lucking Jesus Christ; so be sitting down for this daily update and report, folks, pweeeeeeeeeze, BRO! I went up on the computer to check my e-mails which I had not done in about 4 days give or take, and had some real weird difficulty with my Comcast Account, where my address is mountainpen@comcast.net. I think your message finally went through, SEABOTTOM, as even though I got only a circle with a red line through it as a response to my hitting the SEND, I also did this on a few other e-mail places, and think they went through, but still cannot be sure, as one was the Copyright Office, and they sent me a confirmation that they did get my note, but I had also left a voicemail on someone's machine on the telephone, so there is no way for me to be positive, either way. Normally I get a flashing quick 'MESSAGE SENT' prompt, but this is not happening, to quote lovely Judge Judy.
UP-UP-UP-UP, FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There are a lot of things I really want to say and tell. If I told, I would be so plucking dead!!!!! Oh sweet mother of Viqueen gangs of the human equivalent Quoddy Mockers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU MISSED ME, MIZZ DIRTWEEDS DISEASESLEAZE JANE!
ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, USA is a place that from the very beginning, I knew something was very very very wrong, oh lovely beautiful 1984 Ingrid. I just hope someday before all is said and done, whoever is really most responsible for all of my woes from this city of evil and power, can scream out the last words of, I AM REALLY GOING DOWN THE TOILET. Then maybe, some, not all; but some of this shkit will have been worth it, YO!!!!!!!!!!
SO WILL GODDESS GET ME FOR THIS, LADY FROM LONG BEACH ISLAND, WOW; AND IS THERE SUCH A WORD AS PROPHETESS??? IF NOT, DON'T YOU ALL THINK THAT THERE SHOULD FREAKING GAS BE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO????????????
Yes Terry Egghead Harbors, I am most definitely an imperfect little human being, in total control over the Endless Miseries Club of Planet Earth, but not in control of a whole lot else, mah'm. Sorry about that 1986 Maxwell Smart Chief. Blare those video games at me, brother!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GREAT FOLKS, YO, I HOPE YOU ARE ENJOYING THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, ALSO KNOWN AS THE 'BOM', COINCIDENCE YOGI????
Silwee WHAAAAABIT and others; I am here, just as I told the great UNITED STATES © OFFICE, back in dancing McDonald's 1988, with my tune called, ''PROPHET OF NOTHING'', WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! Very few things really change, as it is not things or people that change, merely energy movements rearranging in the vast hyperspace fifth dimensionally. W---O---W!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAHA!!!!!!!!
You go TIGER MARK!
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SUCH A GREAT COSMIC NUMBER, 'STEW' MASON.
HERE WE GO AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bobby McDowell of Fort Wayne, Indiana, United States of America, ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My posting of the Jupiter inlet is always coming out blurry, yet on the real website itself, it does not. Another hack given to me by that lovely group of nice fine fellows and lassies, the groovy wonderful 'WOMO-MILITUFAWCE', Huh, Mister Hall????????????????????
For the record and getting on with Thirty-Fourth miraculous clauses, cases, and Patty Hollister's from 1975; permit me UNCLE ON BENT GOZZWALD KNEES HEINZ, to just say this little squib here, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am going to be TELLING HUGE FRUCKING SECRETS TO PEEPS BEYOND THIS PUNY BLOG VIEWERSHIP. 2020 IS A GOOD TIME TO GET GRIT ALL CLEARED UP, SYMBOLICALLY, BUT WE WON'T BE WAITING THIS LONG; SIR JAMES T. BURR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll start with this quick little one that is not going to cause anyone anywhere even the slightest bit of pain or agony, and is more than true and more than deserved. The Bonjovi peeps told me that my blogs make me sound so angry all the time, and they wonder why???????? THEY WONDER WHY. Well, grab a big mirror and put it in front of you. You are merely the latest group of such nice wonderful peeps, that make me what I am, and cause me to write so many angry words. If you have to really wonder, then you know what?????? This entire world might as well just go right mother ducking back to swinging from tree to tree on nice juicy thick vines. There is no use in me saying another darn plucking word, not now and not here, and not anywhere at all, lovely DZA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS.
“BE BLUNT, OR BE IGNORED; A SHAME BUT TRUE”
Even when I am totally in your trucking face and flat out blunt as all knit cubed in Daddy's Cuba, Dawny TPB Terra. They don't hear, Uncle Jesus Carpenter, and great U.S. © Office, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I want so bad to be subtle and say a thousand cool things, but nobody gets most of my story when I come out shouting from rooftops, and king-dogs from AC-NJ; with extremely blunt and major controversial statements and facts. I had plans this weekend to see Mikey on the island, but my horrendous toothache put the kibosh on that. The agony was quite intense until last evening after the weekend was over. Too coincidental to be a coincidence, huh Mister Berra-sports, well; I certainly agree with you old pal. No need to ever try twisting my freaking arm. Very sorry folks, it is never really my intention to cause any suffering to innocent people. WOW-THAT, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To function back in the days when this world was transitioning into a totally different animal than ever before, and those too young to know this, simply don't; but it takes a lot of money and flowing readily available liquid capital. The main vehicle that was created for only one purpose, their purpose, a long time ago; is indeed, the MARKETS. But why did things go nuts after early 1983, when the DJIA for the first time in its long history even then, crossed over the three digit mark and into 1000+ points, forever? Well, this would take years to type up and tell, and I will tell bits and parts here and there; but there really is no short story that can be made about this beyond inconceivable monstrosity!!!!
CONVERSATION IN 1979 WITH A MYSTERIOUS MR. CALDWELL:
Someone told me that metals will not be inexpensive much longer, and that he did not wish to say more. Naturally I pressed and pressed the dude until he broke and swore me to secrecy. It does not matter because he disappeared and his entire family disappeared, about a year or so later, some time in the year of 1975. But I will tell you what he said. He said a huge secret was learned accidentally by members in his family about Fort Knox, and that the place was secretly being expanded underground, new tunnels that went very deep into new areas being excavated. A huge river, an underground river was just below where the bottom foundation was, and that after all of the gold in the entire place was taken to its new areas, a break in the foundation below it all caused the river even below that, to begin seeping in, and men had died trying to get the gold out of there. They were unrecognizable and had to be secretly disposed of. This river from the subterranean depths had an extremely high acidity, due to some volcanic action nearby even below this. All he said to me was it cannot ever ever come out, or the world would collapse, but all of our gold was literally eaten away by this river of pure acid. They closed up the tunnels, with a loss of dozens of super hushed up workmen, and that was that. I asked him how the invention had anything to do with it, and he said that his grandchildren were going to be drilled and drilled to use this on a grand scale someday like around 2020 or so, his exact words and timing, not mine. I still said, so what? He said this machine's side effect is beyond incredible, but it needs to be refined and worked on, and will take decades, but it will be able to be done; and what it will do is turn magma and lava material, when mixed with this chemical in small doses, and hundreds of gallons of normal seawater, into gold, pure total solid gold. Someday the price will be pennies a pound, but for the next number of decades, until this device can be finished, metals will soar because of the problem at Knox. I never saw or heard from him again, and 9 and a half years later, his good friend Jim Burr gave me the old invention of the weird laptop, before there were laptops, in exchange for a magazine that I had. He was madly in love with Connie Chung the newscaster. This was the 1978 September issue of STAG, a dirty filthy mag like Penthouse or Playboy or a million others out there in the dirty book stores. In this magazine that most copies were confiscated, were dozens of naked disgusting shots of this international news broadcaster, Connie Chung. I took the invention down to Orlando Florida with me, but it ended up in the streets of Washington, DC before arriving down in Orlando in December of 1983, and nobody needs to know any of this, NOBODY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I did not get into these parts that I am adding in for the sake of these blogs and my life journal records; but what I did tell my brand new stock broker, Mister Dennis Caldwell; was the forbidden story of Fort Knox, and I laughed and said, I'm sure it is all a bunch of bullskhit. But the look on his face was beyond the look a man would give you if you just told him that you raped his teenaged daughter and his wife, both together. I don't think I ever saw a look on a face like this, not even in a movie. He jumped up out of his seat telling me, and I remember it well, ''Be right back old man'', one of his expressions, I came to learn, as I looked like a 16 year old boy in those years. He came back and told me if it's OK with me, can I leave now, I have seen the brokerage and he had given me lots of time, and now must get back to lots of stuff he needed to do. While he said this to me, phones were ringing off of the hook, and the place went from half asleep to a mad house. I got home and it was after business hours, it was a long drive back in rush hour traffic, to Audubon, New Jersey and Audrey Heller's place. Next morning while dead to the world, Audrey at her job and me alone in the house, Dennis called me and said, after I said hello, and he said ''Mark, it's you right'', and I said yeppir, or something like that, half asleep. He then said, ''LOCK LIMIT UP''. I said to him what's that mean? He said that is good, your position in the palladium contract was at maximum profit, and already no longer able to even trade today. Next morning he called and did not wait for me to say it is me, and he said, ''LOCK LIMIT UP''. This was the beginning of the gold rush. I know I started it by telling the great Zvonko Knox secret, real or not real, who can ever know, but I had no intention of trying to manipulate a plucking metal market. Right after this, that work off wealthy HUNT, from HUNT FOOD, did indeed go onto corner the silver market, and this is a historical fact that anyone out here can check out with simple Googling. Now many chemists know that nothing can make gold tarnish or in any way injure it. Actually, it can be melted as the great mints of the world all know, and it can all flow away, deep into the earth. I never meant to say that this is not what happened, but when I do not share an entire story at an exact time that I tell it, maybe I have very justified reasons for my otherwise methods of madness, as many feel with me, is the case. Hay Mashell and others, YOU'RE ALL ENTITLED, AS AM I, TO YOUR WONDERFUL OPINIONS. I just happen to know a little bit that other people on this planet don't. This is a fact, and the entire world is lucking free to call me a goddang gas liar, anytime, any place, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!! SO LIMIT UP, BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH SHKIT, does anything that resembles ducking normalcy, ever become a part of my screwy weird life, ladies and gentlemen????????
If anyone out here reading me even for one or two years, let alone 3-8; really thinks you have been told all the huge slit about my life, you are about as far off base as all the baseball game stolen base losses all put together, and tripled!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You honestly have only been given a smattering, about musical saga's, Jefferson supergirls, and great wonderful powerful Aunt Oz Geraldine's; all notwithstanding here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CURRENT TEMPERATURE 57 DEGREES FNHT.
Feels 100! Actually that is a lie, it feels quite nice tonight. TEE-HEE-HEE, Lilly Munster.
CURRENT NUMBERS ARE BELOW AT END OF BLOG, YO!!!
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COME BACK TO ME ROSEANN DELANEY, IN ANTY FORM, YO!!!!!!!!
Back in 1977, I met a real quirk cough named Jan, who did sound recording and thought he was a little god at the age of twenty-nine. He had a little studio in a music store in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, where I did a total of five songs between 1977 and 1980, and he did such a rotten job, that Howard Solomon at the RPL Studios in Camden, New Jersey; reworked the mixes to make them a little more alive and a little bit better. But just exactly how does Jan Nace and Dennis Caldwell of the Clayton Brokerage, all fit together as I told that it does, a while back; you may still be wondering, folks? Well, for openers, TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS from universes all throughout hyperspace, do a lot more than know how to join up with the Lambrigg Cult of the Astral-Plane, fly around in weird creepy air saucers, build weird looking work-bots that we have all mistaken for space-aliens (SPAL) as it will come to be called later towards the end of this century, and these lovely wonderful darling awesome people, LOVE TO PLAY GAMES, with the rest of the NON-TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, and the intricacies and elucidations to this as well as Jan Nace and Dennis Caldwell, would require about a dozen WAR AND PEACE TOLSTOY novels, for me to even start cracking open, all of this major smother plucking grit. That does not mean it is not there, or that I could not write it all and crack it all open. I will do all of this, just give me some time, and hay all good Delaney vamps out there, where are you when I need you and WALMART VOICE-MAILS, BRAH??????????
YES EVER SINCE THE VAMPIRE LINK LEFT ME, MY BLOGS WENT TO HICKEY CITY, ROSIE GIRL. OUCH, IN MORE WAYS THAN THREE, HOW DO PEEPS LIVE WITH THEIR EMMEREFFING CONSCIENCES FOR 44 AND A HALF YEARS?
Now this was a random selection added here onto this blog, and yes, a total 'SAFET' that endlessly proves these words as true. My dreaming interactions recently in the past year or so R beyond off the wall major hyper time. Way back in 1984, I started having those wild hyperspace S-DAY-LAUDER experiences, Mister GLENN ROLAND, and yes sir, fire is all part of my endless past, and as far back as Chicago, and Miss O's 'CALLIO-COW', or so it appears sometimes. The first fire that all seemed 2 launch this operation was at the illustrious Maxfield Recording studio in Cherry Hill, above the Russel Music Store on Beidamin Avenue. According 2 the proprietor of the studio, Sir Jan Nace, it was a fire that somehow started when nobody was there. All fires 2 me of course R extremely suspicious and I believe in Jewish Lightning, Landlord Lightning, and Contractors Lightning, and I believe in criminals and I believe in fraud and horrendous and monstrous evil behavior on the part of most homosapiens on this awesome diseased planet, y-O!!!!!!!!!! Here is me' (y-O-HACK) right on target, as we R back now in 2024 and out of that 10 year ago time! But shortly after the fire and B-4 the fire at the Garden state Hospital when Tom Glenn was getting his operation there and quite mysteriously coincidental in my book, came the start of my hyperspace experiences with the great S-DAY-L peeps where I was working there, and somehow when typing my dream in 2014 that I pasted in, my mind then had blanked out the true first origins of this wild locale in the 5th dimensional hyperspace. Let me wrap up my point 4 this day only now.
This fragrance company is all connected with other transdimensional junk in my life, including music related stuff, fires, daughters and that means both of them, MI and PEE; and our dreams all interconnect into so many things that also include some type of weird unfathomable feedback looping systems that even appear 2 intertwine and commingle waking life junk all within the whole of it. This may sound beyond insane, yet it is all the truth, and the psych industry B damned straight into Dogtown, as I know what I know, SO YO, and I looked that time, MO, and WOMO-SPACEFORCE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Coming Out of Vivid DREAM-STACKING Experiences
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As with yesterday the 4th this is another rinse and repeat or saying it very old world 'carbon-copy' 5th day now in January where both today and yesterday I seemed 2 wake up right at the nose of 20 minutes shy of three in the morning. I came out of a major incredible dreaming-interaction this time unlike the prior day of awakening at that very moment, and I wish 2 discuss it and then tie in much stuff that absolutely pertains 2 it that the BOM has been talking about 4 quite some time now and especially since this blog project all started up around 16 months ago from my library and public computer terminals where there is a definite censorship that prevented me from saying stuff that I wanted 2, and just about as ANTI-AMERICAN AS IT GETS. Speaking of this, I was with President Clinton, and we had quite a talk, and he wussed out on me, and would not allow me 2 tell him some important things; and this was all only a very small part of the entire experience. This is the first time since living at Dellway Arms apartments in Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG, from middle late 1969 through early 1975, that I had that dreaming experience of being back in the COOLEY HALL and in the classroom of Misses MILDRED B. YOUNG, and being completely part of it only not being a young person but rather an old man as I now actually am in the physicality here of the waking-world. In this particular experience the other classmates in the room were totally different than those actually there in waking life, and none of my old peeps such as Bruce Pennock, Amy-C and Bob McDowell were there at all, and only complete strangers from my waking world point of view were in the classroom, and I vividly recall the experience, as shortly after other things that I will get into all went down, President W-J Clinton, who seemed 2-B a 'former-president' there just as he is here, only he would have been much younger back in those original COOLEY HALL times, than he was in the dreaming experience, and the two of us got talking in the corner of the room. I desperately wanted 2 speak 2 him and tell him that I was a transdimensional T-2-E not in control of anyone or anything yet totally aware of the situation, which is what of course separates a type-2 from a full fledged T-3-E (type three exploratron). I wanted 2 tell him enough so as 2 maybe alter my own life up here in the future, and was completely aware that I was both out of time and age as well as in a transdimensional altered reality in the awesome 5th dimensional hyperspace. Only he seemed 2 know it from the way he behaved and wanted absolutely nothing 2 do with it, refusing 2 allow me 2 give him a contact number and just walked away from me and out of the room entirely, and a room he would not have ever belonged in 2 begin with of course, YO. Now this wild dreaming interaction as many R-4 many whom remember much of their dream-life, is and was in several seemingly broken up sections, and the breaking up and jumps in 'dreams', is not some error in dreams, but simply our waking-world memory system and or better stated; its limited fallibility. Simple as THAT, BRO! My section began B-4 the Cooley Hall deal and then there was the 3rd part of it at the end, placing the C-H part sort of as the in-between part of a 3-part normal type of dream, only far from it in other ways, since this was a DREAM-STACKING experience, or dreams within dreams, as the me in the dream, my dreaming double or my doppelganger was remembering many things all throughout this entire 3-part experience and it appeared 2 grow more lucidly connected into both itself there as well as into all sorts of interconnected stuff from back here in me' waking life where I am now typing out this blog-writing onto my computer word program, and 2-B posted at the B-D-C website after that. Remember now and as previously blog-told B-4, these type of stacked-dreaming experiences and 4 short, I'll call them, S-D-E's; have a limit of 12, at least according a very good gal-pal of lovely Patricia Hollister H-H from back in those times of the middle 'nineteen-seven-DEEZ', with or without any or all potential transdimensional taunting NO-JOY-ZEE-USA Casino-Billboards being involved whatsoever!!! Anyway, the connections 2 this 'other Atlantic City' parallel-universe casino and their promotions that teased my phone-tapped and bugged 1986 August dreaming-experience with my own parallel-world trip of 153 days, is obvious 2 any and all fans of my daughter, at least when these blogs were all in their opening and beginning early stages back while I lived up north and B-4 family chased me far off and down here into FLOWERLAND-USA and all translated song lyrics done by McFly car tampering Joseph Berrios, me' ole' coworker from the great one and only Echelon Towers Building of Voorhees Township, NJUSAESMWG right behind the famous 2 all locals of that area, ECHELON MALL!!!!!!!! But keeping magical reflected strobing inventions, and or toys, out of this opposite side of the BIG BANG, 4 the rest of this writing; so that I can move onward here with stuff pertinent 2 right now, needs 2-B done. We can always get back 2 the year of 1969 and Ziggy Malyeska as well as shortly following television shows with the late Maverick-dude on his fantastic new show called, “The Rockford Files”, and all incredibly and powerfully thrown punches ever possibly made!!!!!!!!
Let me move on with this 3-part or sectioned dream that I very recently popped out of, or 2 quote the awesome latengrate TV-SYFY-fiction writer Sir Rodney Serling here, “or did I come out of it”? Who in all gods honesty would truly bet their infinite 'soul' so 2 speak, on anything such as things like this, 4 sure, if the consequences meant being wrong equals a direct trip over 2 DOGTOWN, 4 crying out louder than thunder on steroids???????? This dream began where I was living in Philly, and a block away from Steve's apartment on 16th Street, this Steve being Patty Hollister's old guy-pal, only completely or so I was led 2 believe by both him as well as my mom, Patty's shipping company coworker, platonic in nature. I was totally aware that I had recently moved in there with some other roommate, and I was in my room in the apartment and had my own room as did the roommate whomever that was and I do not know, and then we shared living room, bathroom, and kitchen privileges, sort of an average type of 'roommate-arrangement' in life here in America and maybe around the entire world. I was looking in my wallet, and I had all the ID that I have now and here in waking life, only my drivers license was from Pennsylvania, and showed a 16th street Philadelphia address, and 4 all I know, my roommate could even B Steve but something inside of me makes me believe it was someone whom he knew. I seemed 2 have the very same credit card accounts that I have here in Florida in my waking life as well. After I placed me' wallet into me' nightstand or end-table in a drawer that it contained, I began hearing some muffled soft voices from outside of my one large bedroom window and walked over 2 look outside and 2 the left of me down on the street level from either a 2nd or a 3rd story; was what at first appeared 2-B a laundry that was open 24-7 and had lots of peeps all around, and then suddenly, it just became a night club of some sort, and with the same peeps all standing around outside of it and waiting 2 get in. When stuff like this happens, right away we can B sure that we R interacting in much more 'distant' area parts of the 5th dimensional hyperspace. This is that region that all dreamers know only 2 well where one second we R in a car and then pow, the entire car just becomes our grandmother, or along these outlandish lines where in true actual reality, it is due to reality itself starting 2 break apart and down all together, being so far out into the onion rings of virtually limitless hyperspace. Then we have the psychiatrists who make their living telling us all how it is all part of zillions of psycho neurosis's and systems and operations of our mind thought processes and along that line, so since they hold the degrees and I do not; I am the one forced 2 concede and shut up! Simple as Thistlethorns, and also, simple as this, oh great Sir Mike Soft. So I stared over at this crowd of peeps from my apartment bedroom window in Philadelphia and as I said, the place just 2 the left about 6 properties down from the apartment house and on the far side of the street suddenly went from being an extremely large laundromat 2 a good size city nightclub of some kind. Suddenly as I couldn't help staring at a beyond white hot gorgeous babe standing there, she happened 2-C me looking down at her and she yelled up at me, “Time 4 your next dream-stage, buddy”! Her words. With that, pow, I was at COOLEY HALL across the Delaware River in Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG, and standing right outside Misses Young's classroom. I walked in and just sat down right at my same chair and desk that I used here in waking world times in the autumn of 1972. Within a couple of minutes, class began, and our first deal was standing in a line in this large room, about 12 of us and the same number as the actual class was back in 1972, and we had 2 do some slow weird dance like nothing I ever saw in the waking world life here. As we made these silly moves that each student did in his or her own way with no 2 peeps doing the same exact thing, we were told 2 think of making a lot of money. Suddenly one of the students had a large box practically fall down on his head, and it broke open; and then huge amounts of currency just fell out of it, and all over the floor right at his area by his feet. The rest of us did not have this happen. Suddenly the teacher whom by the way was not Misses Young in this hyperspace experience, told us that he was the one who was destined 2 experience the magic, and this is an exact quotation. Then 4 absolutely no reason whatsoever, I just, or my doppelganger from that world, just blurted out, “The magic was meant 2 happen 2 me as I am the only one here visiting U all from a wild dream decades up into the future”, and those were my precise words!!!!!!!!!!! Within one second, the teacher whomever it was, and I have no waking memory even of this person's gender let alone any other specific detail about the person other than it was our teacher there on that day; looked right into my eyes and I could not C his or her face and they seemed 2 have the power 2 cause me this effect and I knew it and he or she knew that I knew it, and I knew that as well, and this person said 2 me in a firm and quiet voice, “The magic is in 2-parts, and U-R next-BUDDY”, and remember the “BUDDY”, as in the girl outside of the nightclub, that seemingly had sent me into this following dream-stage, also used that word with me. With that, poof, President Clinton walked through the door and right over 2 my desk and sat down on some folding chair that he had in his hand. I already told U all how I was completely unsuccessful in telling him that I needed 2 tell him some mind blowing stuff, and so now we will go right into the 3rd and final part of this 3-staged stack dream, and Y this is indeed a layered or stacked dream, with or without any carpenters, levels, or music in any possible way being involved here, YO peeps aldare: When Mister Clinton walked away from me and refused 2 let me tell him 2 take my contact information, I seemed 2 instantly following his leaving the room there at Cooley Hall, remember that I had also had a similar dream 2 this one and that I was indeed in a following similar type of dreaming experience in Misses Young's class, yet this 2nd time here, my teacher was not Misses Young. As I started 2 concentrate and seriously cogitate and reflect on many things from waking life, many dreaming memories would surface, and suddenly, I knew that something beyond major incredible was going down here. I realized that I was inside of a gargantuan and beyond gigantic Senator Sanders-HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE 'layer and stacking' of multiple dreaming's. Despite the towel seepage effects or 'TOSE' of the transdimensional phenomenon involved with all of this, I had suddenly, and 'INSIDE of this DREAM', formed a clear and vivid total memory of hundreds of my dreams; as well as so-called interdimensionalized waking world memory experiences, and then I began 2-C just as clearly as a tinkling bell up on a crisp cool autumn hill ringing out loudly, B-4 church services R-2 begin; that my entire life, and maybe all of yours out there who may ever B reading these words, in any locale, and in any possible way, and without any raspberries, or festivals, or great musical works being in any way involved in the mix whatsoever YO; that we all R in fact most likely existing humanly and physically in the matter-realm in this wild dream stacked layering inter-flux system of a sort, 4 any and all lacking better way of attempting right now 4 me 2 try and describe this 2 another human being. The experience was awesome, and then as all of this was going down and right after Mister Clinton had exited the classroom at C-H, I was instantly in my car and still in Jersey somewhere and driving down lots of rural roads in places completely unfamiliar 2 me right now in my waking world life. Perhaps B-4 getting into this final part of this 3-part dreaming experience here, I should have included one more thing back on what I call “WEIRD-DAY” as I call some of my extra crazy days and times when entire groupings of crazy sicko weird junk all goes down around me and usually while outside on errands only it can upon occasion happen without leaving a residence. One of those minor incidents that I did not list and just said I had some lesser crazy weird stuff happen 2 me, was about the radio sound system in my car. I had come out of a 'dream;' on that day as well that was quite vivid, concerning being in my car and trying 2 adjust the bass and treble controls on the radio. All of the features have long broken, only the volume and the bass and treble still operated. All of the other systems such as changing radio stations and operating the tape player and operating front and rear or left and right speaker controls all have been long shot 4 many years now. In the dream, the base and treble also stopped working. On weird day, sure enough and as in the dream from just hours earlier, the base and treble control ALSO STOPPED OPERATING. Only the radio volume control is left working now, stuck on Family Radio, the great once Harold Camping owned religious Christian station. In this 3rd part of the experience, I became totally aware of my entire life and knew that all of this was inside of this 'dream'. So I figured, let me now C how much works and or doesn't work with my radio and so I pulled over onto a little side road area like a semi-picnic type place that we all C along many roads and especially in more country and rural road area throughout the USA. Suddenly I realized that there was a cassette tape in the tape player, and when I turned on the volume from being all the way down, it was playing; and it was the harmony track on my 2013 musical project #29 in the © Copyright Office, the song called “You'll B Crossing Over”. The entire radio worked again, all of the controls and all of the 4 speakers were operational again as well. Suddenly just as I was about 2 get back onto the road and drive down it 4 a while, the tape right in the middle of the song just went silent and then a voice came out of it and began saying one wild crazy thing after another, so I went back 2 where I had been parked a few minutes earlier and parked there again. Loud raucous laughter began getting louder and louder and the more I turned the volume lower, it still grew louder and then I ejected out the tape and it stopped. I got back onto the road and started 2 drive the car, and suddenly the car drove faster and faster, and the breaks were completely ineffective. Then it suddenly resumed a normal operation again and I started recognizing the scenery from stuff in waking life and I was in the Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG area near Jenny Plageman's trailer Park, the Mullica Mobile Manor or the 'MMM' 4 short. This is not the end of this experience, but IT IS WHERE I AM GONNA' STOP 4 NOW, and we will come back 2 this incredible dream-deal within a short space of time, and IPYT, great Blogaudians, not so great Blogaudians, and anyone else possible aldare somewhere, and the Galanet B damned 2 Dogtown, Mister Jim Pratt Transdimensional 256-Colonist-TPB!
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HOLDING AT BOTBAR AT 3 PM ON FRIDAY, 1-5-2024
01:40 PM, Friday afternoon, January 5, 2024
This has been a bad day and is holding at bottom of the barrel unofficially rated as of just shortly after three of the clock on this mildly rotten Friday damn disafsternoon, and is filled with a lot of annoying hellishness since it began when I woke up at around 02:40 this goddessdog photo removal club of Mizz Blake teases from 1983 and onto infinity or so it seems 2 me sometimes YO, on this Friday afternoon of the 5th day in this 1st month of the year of 2024, and I am not handing the scum-hole OTAMMITE enemies a full out BOTBAR; not quite yet YO BRAHHHHHHH. I just realized that I am writing the '3' hour when I mean 2-B putting in the '1' hour, as it is now exactly 1:48 PM, and 3:00 is over an hour away still. All sorts of weird things have started happening with me now since right shy of the time that I began blogging my 2nd blog of this goddessdog day, YO!!!!!!!! First, there was some weird crap with my electronic equipment that never should have happened, and again right now when trying 2 make a spelling correction added-2-dictionary in my word program, and it came out as if I had right clicked over an okay word not underlined, two times and then on the 3rd try it acted normally and allowed me 2 make the correction. So far today, it has been lots of damn noise, health and bowel assaults, difficulties in getting some medical junk taken care of with several agents and systems, some weirdness even 4 the Mountainpen, and endless smaller annoyances that we all can of course depend on most of the time, so Y even bother 2 make any lists? I played a roulette game using the numbers that on these type of days with scattered multiplexed persecutions and either BOTBAR or close 2 it at BOTBUR, the 5 multiple numbers R the hottest 4 my playing them, and I won on the 4th spin and quit with an 8-UNIT profit. HERE COMES MY DOG COMPUTER HACKING, RIGHT ON FLUCKING CUE, WORLD OUT THERE, AT 01:54 PM; AND ANOTHER NASTY DIRTY GLASS ROTTEN STINKING CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATING (SMALL-BOX)-HACK, YO!!!!!!! This brand new hack in 2023, just came out of the mother ******* true blue Amy Cooley queen of material worlds; and this is the same computer that I have had and used ever since purchasing it late in the year of 2010, over at the Fort Pierce Walmart Store, with my coworker, sir Clay Coins. So then me' glass shoal mother trucking point here is indeed quite simple. If this is not a HACK, Y all of a sudden is this happening?????????? Stop handing me that 'mommy-dearest' annoying “It's an old car-----syndrome” either; as items getting older is one thing, but it does not automatically explain how suddenly weird annoying junk starts happening out of absolutely goddamn nowhere, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes peeps; I knew that I would win quickly with one of the 7 multiples of number 5 on my APE-ROULETTE, and I did; and even though many would scoff at my walking away with an 8 unit profit, my response right back at anyone out here is simple: “IT SURE BEATS THE DAMNED DOGTOWN OUT OF AN 8-UNIT LOSS”!!!!!!!! Folks, I wanted 2-B sure I could win my game today, and I heard that 'LITTLE DAMN VOICE' inside of me telling me that if I wasn't gonna' B satisfied with that nice quick tiny wee tad bit of non-Patty Hollister profit, then it would possibly B a real super BOTBAR disastrous day 4 me today; and I was naught gonna' take the chance of my little inner-voice being right!!!!
One year is no different than another one, just as months and days and weeks and hours all R no different 4 me, naught when all the crap is all averaged out. It all fits into this brand new and EVER SINCE 15 AUGUST OF 1986 pattern of quintessential mysterious endless unexplainable intrigue and supernatural nonsense, and yet, I know it is all totally completely real, and I also know that most of the peeps who come 2 know about me and me' life, also do as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes folks, I admit 2 seemingly having this annoying habit of acting like new times R really new as in nothing like this has ever been, when in actual truth, all I need 2 do 2-C the error of me' goddessdog ways and total fallibility of my thoughts with this, is 2 archive and study me' own blogging works just since back exactly 18 damn glass years ago now in the year of 2006. Another super annoying recently new additional hack on me is the key strike right 2 the left of the (') key, the (;) key. The blogs over the past half year or more R seemingly suddenly filled with that annoying plucking goddamn deal of when I say so often 4 example, “I had a bad time over there, and even me'; hat blew off me'; head in the wind”. Yes great Treasure Coast International Airport peeps who watch me and me' air-lights porch system when they sporadically drive through the place, and with the permission of the co-op officers, and U will C my warning air-porch lights on both front and rear, most likely now I will leave them on 4 several days and nights maybe even a week or more, as this aireal shullbit is beyond a major hellish annoyance, and sooner or later, some stick head futhermucker will crash into something and then perhaps the local media in Palm Beach will pick up my entire story and this blog will go super goddessdog viral overnight all around the entire pwanet, oh Mister Elmer Wabbit Warner Bwothers Fwuuuuuuuud!!!!!!!! JEEZ-LOUISE.
Oh by gosh by golly, forget holly and kissing bushes; this is so dead grass serious, there are no words; Auntie Dearest!
MARCH 9, 2014,
SUNDAY MORNING AT 3:08,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 58 DEGREES FNHT.
Journal cassette tape number 25,734 equivalent
I had a nice eight hours of 'sleep' or close to it, something very rare for me now in my old bunt tapping age, folks. I was a regular normal TYPE-1-EXPLORATRON, as we all are unless practicing an unusual set of mental exercises, which are to go to sleep and set the alarm for about two thirds to three quarters of the time that you normally sleep, say if you are a six hour sleeper, setting it for four hours. You get up just long enough to perhaps grab a half glass of water and take a leak. But before you even fall back into bed, you mentally 'day-dream' on a place that you wish you were, this could be anything from on some vacation to just being at the residence of anyone in this world you would want to be for any possible reason. It could be your teacher, your preacher, your grand parents place in the country, or the home of Elvis Presley when he was a young man. “The possibilities”, to quote lovely Elizabeth Montgomery, back in that sixties show on TV, called Bewitched, “are endless”. Do not think about one other thing other than this, and within one minute you will be back asleep, only you will be awake in your doppelganger self in some parallel universe, where indeed, due to the mathematical immensity of the fifth dimension, you will be there, because you in this alternate reality, are there. The second you are there, you need to take command and tell yourself, I just did this, hay that buttwipe Mountainpen is no fake phony grassmole, this works; so let me do the next thing he says. That would be to say to yourself, “I really am here, and now I can choose to take over my other self, and become a true transdimensional somnambulist”. Sleep walkers are nothing more than TYPE-2-EXPLORATRON travelers, in the stage of experimentation, invisible to you as you are in the same reality as the one asleep and walking, but inside that sleepwalker, is their double from another dimension in the multiverse, in the D-5 or FIFTH DIMENSION. I was only a TYPE-1-EXPLORATRON, but am planning on telling a powerful story, as we begin the opening minutes of DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME, HERE IN AMERICA; and my own stupid invention, from a long time ago.
Recently, the temperatures here have been heavenly, less than eighty with nice dropping overnight breaks from any heat. This won't last much longer so I am sucking it all up while I can like a dry sponge striking a universe of ocean. I fell asleep around just past two yesterday afternoon, Saturday, and slept until just past ten last night. Somewhere towards the end of the period, I was inside of powerful vivid dreaming interactions. I knew it, but had no control, as I did not take the normal steps of mental exercise to allow for this brain to Mind-Realm connection circuitry, to make this all operate in this mode. Just why it does, by the way, don't ask me, just know that I know, that indeed folks, it does. So I had no control, but I was in a very vivid situation, powerless to make my doppelganger do anything, hence, it was doing what it wanted to do, in this particular world reality. I was traveling a lot, and unlike the days of the early and middle eighties, in the parallel universe where I was employed as some traveling promotion agent for the S-DAY-LAUDER peeps, I am spelling it as it sounds and have no idea how it is properly spelled; but unlike with this, I was not any kind of sales rep or anything remotely connected to this kind of situation, and fully know that, as my double fully knew quite naturally, what he was doing in his life, and I was just along for the ride, for lack of a better way of saying it. I was in a large restaurant and everyone was filing out for some reason, and I was suddenly there by myself, possibly as the guard, as I have done a lot of this type of work here in this universe, but in cosmic fifth dimensional truth, that really is totally meaningless, as we all have universes where we all have done every possible thing, and been every possible one of us; and have interacted with every possible one of us, in every possible relationship. This seems beyond inconceivable, but that is only because numbers like one times ten to the power of a quadrillion are so beyond the reach of your mind, and this is a pin head amount of the total of these universes next to the real total amount of them in all of the entire multiverse or the hyperspace. Anyway, my Aunt Geraldine Snow was suddenly there, and after a while, I knew that this was not my aunt, and just as I realized this, in walked my parents who I totally knew in this universe, were not my parents. Then five people ranging in age from 12 to 30 for a best guess on my part, also were coming into this place, and they all seated themselves around a very large square table with a red and white tablecloth with checkerboard type pattern, and then blue stars were inside many of the multiple squares. I suddenly looked up and I observed a sign on the wall, and it said, THE RED WHITE AND BLUE LODGE. Later I came to learn that this was a mountain retreat for skiers, and that this family, of which I was no part of there, appeared to be the owners of this quite large and quite gorgeous establishment. They saw me sitting at a table across from them and totally ignored me, so I pretended to have a stroke, and grabbed my head and fell down off of my chair. Instead of helping me however, the two older guys who might have been my brothers only they were not in this parallel reality, began mercilessly kicking me in the head and ribs. They had sneakers on and even though blood was pouring from me, I was not mortally wounded, but I found myself tied up in the back room after going unconscious. My Aunt Geraldine Snow who was not my Aunt over there, told them to all leave the room. She then proceeded to ask me who I was and why I am there, and why I faked having a stroke. I was still bleeding and told her if someone would call for medical help, and let me have a wet cloth to hold on my messed up face following my beating; that I would then tell her what I was able to. With that she punched me real hard right smack on top of my shoulder, then took off her shoe and began to beat me on the top of my head with it. While the beating was going on, someone from inside the main area hollered out, ”turn on the damn grass music, so that we don't have to hear the flick yelling so much”. Suddenly I could hear the word 'MY' and then a really loud drumbeat, and then the song that I wrote back in early August of 1986, called, “Real Good Girl”, began playing on a powerful system. I heard my own rotten voice singing it, and the powerful loud crashing of the cymbals and the loud drum like sounds from numerous fake things that made those sounds, right down to me pounding my fists hard on the floor of my landlord's home in Cherry Hill, at 1931 Route 70, AKA the Marlton Pike, East. After the song was over, I noticed that another sign was hanging in the room that I was in, saying, CONGRATS TO THE GRADUATES OF CHELTENHAM HIGH. For those who just may remember from blogs around 2010, I had a powerful interaction about my cousin Donald, and my cousin Sandy; and part of it was about them telling me to go over to that high school, in Pennsylvania, and just exactly why; I could not, and still cannot; begin to imagine the reason. I have never even been to Cheltenham, Pennsylvania. Two words are in this town's name that are real actual words, if you notice; TEN, and HAM. Biblically, the ten commandments and people refusing to live by them, in the days of Noah, who had a son by the name of HAM, along with Japeth and 'SHEM'; matching the first syllable in the name with one half of the letters, and also being the word of 'HE', and other than for these Babylonian super sleuth clues, Kim Wild Weird-Chords; I do not know what else to say regarding this. What I will tell you, is that, and I know some of you out here have had this happen in your lives so don't bother denying it; but I realized this was a 'dream' that I had in part, on numerous other occasions, not in any serial order, but it was as some call these things, 'recurring dreams'. I always liked that 'L&O' episode where the lawyer Dworkin tells the jury of his recurring dream with going out to work naked, in New York City, how his day started in the subway, then onto the way it continued at work, with Susie, and so forth. Still, I am in this parallel universe a lot, in my present life mind energy as a TYPE-1-EXPLORATRON, and for the first time now, as a TYPE-2, and now after I tell you a little bit about this folks; maybe you will understand when I tell you that I definitely plan to go back as a TYPE-3, (T-3-E). Suddenly there was nobody anywhere, not in this room behind the main dining hall, or in the main areas either. Now I found myself walking completely outside and noticing huge snowy mountains, and a huge sign advertising this lodge, and lots of folks all waiting for a ski lift to take them to the top of a ski area. All of a sudden, one of the most awesome beautiful young hunny's that I ever saw in me' entire life, almost a twin of that tall goddess on the old Lizzy McGuire show staring delicious Hillary Duff, back early in this century on the Disney channel or Nick, or whatever. Looks like Microsucks Spellchecker needs some plucking Viagra, not recognizing a commonly used term that I attempted spelling three different ways. Anyway, the girl was like the popular goddess of the school, by the name of KATE. This is very much how this girl appeared, only as tall as Kate was in the show, this giant teen goddess had to be a foot taller, and towered over everybody; and was wearing the most beautiful colored jacket, and had long light brown hair, much like the great Sarah Krassle. She came up to me and began telling me that it won't work, and to leave the place, and she repeated it over and over. My doppelganger just kept saying back to her, not to get involved in it. This is when I turned and found my car, parked and unlocked, keys already in the ignition, in the lot close to the ski lift. I got in and began to drive away, and within ten minutes, this goddess passed me and tried to make me stop my car, and this went on quite a while until I stopped, and she then got into my car after pulling hers over to the side of the road and shutting it off. This is when she told me they are never going to let me know where they hid the 74-WP. I then found myself pulling over and begin discussing this with her. I asked her all sorts of questions, I didn't, but this doppelganger 'other me' was doing it; with me along for the ride. She eventually told me that she could help me get it, but that the price would be for me to sign the papers. After a while, I realized what these papers were. Her father was the owner of some large NASA connected private company that wanted to have the details about Sunram's DE system. She did not seem to even know about these details, only speaking in ways that I was suddenly able to catch on, due to what I knew. Then things changed in some ways that did not pertain to here in my world now where I type this, so I cannot begin to figure it out. She said I had to go to Staten Island, and tell that meddling girlfriend to stop trying to get that lawsuit going. All this other me kept saying is that I had no power to tell her anything, and then she kept telling me that I did indirectly, and that I needed to keep Mister Java Queen out of their affairs. This went on a while, and she then asked me to take her back to her car and I did so. When I drove off, I thought that she had driven the other way and back up the ski resort, but somehow she decided to turn around and again, started chasing me and passing me, and doing all kinds of maneuvers in her vehicle that made me finally pull over again. But this time she then put her car in reverse and came parallel to mine, and a passenger was in there with her, and it was, well, I wanted to say, my Aunt Geraldine Snow, but she is not my Aunt over there. Her window rolled down, and she aimed a large magnum, the same type gun that record promoter Lenny McKinnon pulled on me in the summer time of 1980 in Philadelphia when he insisted that I run a red light near city hall across Broad Street one hot ass afternoon in late July. Then I heard shots, and the left side of my body was on fire. Literally, on fire, not like the expression goes when someone is shot, and it feels like this type of agony. I was on fire, and the car caught fire. This gun shot out something, and it was not like a flame thrower, but more like small tablets that came into my window and just burst into flame. The car began speeding away ahead of me, and I stopped my car and tried to run outside, but the door would not open. I remember the agony of burning and burning, and me screaming for minutes so loudly that I had no voice left. Then like magic, it was just past ten at night, and I was here, and that was over.
However, the eye problem came back once I crossed back over to here. I'll have to get it looked at next week by doctors. There R some weird sounds coming from the hallway in the middle of my sleep time, and I cannot be totally sure which universe it was coming from, nor how it could effect the sound. We all know that the same sound is two different things most of the time, in two universes. I used to be inside of 'dreams' back in 1964, where buzzing birds or machines were doing something around me, and then I would come back to here, and it was my father in the bathroom of the 125-A Haddon Hills apartments, with his electric shaver, shaving himself.
JOURNAL TAPE 25,734 continues onward, L-4. It goes from bad to worse, to worse-even-more, to holy lucking Jesus Christ; so be sitting down for this daily update and report, folks, pweeeeeeeeeze, BRO! I went up on the computer to check my e-mails which I had not done in about 4 days give or take, and had some real weird difficulty with my Comcast Account, where my address is mountainpen@comcast.net. I think your message finally went through, SEABOTTOM, as even though I got only a circle with a red line through it as a response to my hitting the SEND, I also did this on a few other e-mail places, and think they went through, but still cannot be sure, as one was the Copyright Office, and they sent me a confirmation that they did get my note, but I had also left a voicemail on someone's machine on the telephone, so there is no way for me to be positive, either way. Normally I get a flashing quick 'MESSAGE SENT' prompt, but this is not happening, to quote lovely Judge Judy.
UP-UP-UP-UP, FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There are a lot of things I really want to say and tell. If I told, I would be so plucking dead!!!!! Oh sweet mother of Viqueen gangs of the human equivalent Quoddy Mockers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU MISSED ME, MIZZ DIRTWEEDS DISEASESLEAZE JANE!
ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, USA is a place that from the very beginning, I knew something was very very very wrong, oh lovely beautiful 1984 Ingrid. I just hope someday before all is said and done, whoever is really most responsible for all of my woes from this city of evil and power, can scream out the last words of, I AM REALLY GOING DOWN THE TOILET. Then maybe, some, not all; but some of this shkit will have been worth it, YO!!!!!!!!!!
SO WILL GODDESS GET ME FOR THIS, LADY FROM LONG BEACH ISLAND, WOW; AND IS THERE SUCH A WORD AS PROPHETESS??? IF NOT, DON'T YOU ALL THINK THAT THERE SHOULD FREAKING GAS BE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO????????????
Yes Terry Egghead Harbors, I am most definitely an imperfect little human being, in total control over the Endless Miseries Club of Planet Earth, but not in control of a whole lot else, mah'm. Sorry about that 1986 Maxwell Smart Chief. Blare those video games at me, brother!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GREAT FOLKS, YO, I HOPE YOU ARE ENJOYING THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, ALSO KNOWN AS THE 'BOM', COINCIDENCE YOGI????
Silwee WHAAAAABIT and others; I am here, just as I told the great UNITED STATES © OFFICE, back in dancing McDonald's 1988, with my tune called, ''PROPHET OF NOTHING'', WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! Very few things really change, as it is not things or people that change, merely energy movements rearranging in the vast hyperspace fifth dimensionally. W---O---W!
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You go TIGER MARK!
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SUCH A GREAT COSMIC NUMBER, 'STEW' MASON.
HERE WE GO AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bobby McDowell of Fort Wayne, Indiana, United States of America, ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My posting of the Jupiter inlet is always coming out blurry, yet on the real website itself, it does not. Another hack given to me by that lovely group of nice fine fellows and lassies, the groovy wonderful 'WOMO-MILITUFAWCE', Huh, Mister Hall????????????????????
For the record and getting on with Thirty-Fourth miraculous clauses, cases, and Patty Hollister's from 1975; permit me UNCLE ON BENT GOZZWALD KNEES HEINZ, to just say this little squib here, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am going to be TELLING HUGE FRUCKING SECRETS TO PEEPS BEYOND THIS PUNY BLOG VIEWERSHIP. 2020 IS A GOOD TIME TO GET GRIT ALL CLEARED UP, SYMBOLICALLY, BUT WE WON'T BE WAITING THIS LONG; SIR JAMES T. BURR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll start with this quick little one that is not going to cause anyone anywhere even the slightest bit of pain or agony, and is more than true and more than deserved. The Bonjovi peeps told me that my blogs make me sound so angry all the time, and they wonder why???????? THEY WONDER WHY. Well, grab a big mirror and put it in front of you. You are merely the latest group of such nice wonderful peeps, that make me what I am, and cause me to write so many angry words. If you have to really wonder, then you know what?????? This entire world might as well just go right mother ducking back to swinging from tree to tree on nice juicy thick vines. There is no use in me saying another darn plucking word, not now and not here, and not anywhere at all, lovely DZA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS.
“BE BLUNT, OR BE IGNORED; A SHAME BUT TRUE”
Even when I am totally in your trucking face and flat out blunt as all knit cubed in Daddy's Cuba, Dawny TPB Terra. They don't hear, Uncle Jesus Carpenter, and great U.S. © Office, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I want so bad to be subtle and say a thousand cool things, but nobody gets most of my story when I come out shouting from rooftops, and king-dogs from AC-NJ; with extremely blunt and major controversial statements and facts. I had plans this weekend to see Mikey on the island, but my horrendous toothache put the kibosh on that. The agony was quite intense until last evening after the weekend was over. Too coincidental to be a coincidence, huh Mister Berra-sports, well; I certainly agree with you old pal. No need to ever try twisting my freaking arm. Very sorry folks, it is never really my intention to cause any suffering to innocent people. WOW-THAT, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To function back in the days when this world was transitioning into a totally different animal than ever before, and those too young to know this, simply don't; but it takes a lot of money and flowing readily available liquid capital. The main vehicle that was created for only one purpose, their purpose, a long time ago; is indeed, the MARKETS. But why did things go nuts after early 1983, when the DJIA for the first time in its long history even then, crossed over the three digit mark and into 1000+ points, forever? Well, this would take years to type up and tell, and I will tell bits and parts here and there; but there really is no short story that can be made about this beyond inconceivable monstrosity!!!!
CONVERSATION IN 1979 WITH A MYSTERIOUS MR. CALDWELL:
Someone told me that metals will not be inexpensive much longer, and that he did not wish to say more. Naturally I pressed and pressed the dude until he broke and swore me to secrecy. It does not matter because he disappeared and his entire family disappeared, about a year or so later, some time in the year of 1975. But I will tell you what he said. He said a huge secret was learned accidentally by members in his family about Fort Knox, and that the place was secretly being expanded underground, new tunnels that went very deep into new areas being excavated. A huge river, an underground river was just below where the bottom foundation was, and that after all of the gold in the entire place was taken to its new areas, a break in the foundation below it all caused the river even below that, to begin seeping in, and men had died trying to get the gold out of there. They were unrecognizable and had to be secretly disposed of. This river from the subterranean depths had an extremely high acidity, due to some volcanic action nearby even below this. All he said to me was it cannot ever ever come out, or the world would collapse, but all of our gold was literally eaten away by this river of pure acid. They closed up the tunnels, with a loss of dozens of super hushed up workmen, and that was that. I asked him how the invention had anything to do with it, and he said that his grandchildren were going to be drilled and drilled to use this on a grand scale someday like around 2020 or so, his exact words and timing, not mine. I still said, so what? He said this machine's side effect is beyond incredible, but it needs to be refined and worked on, and will take decades, but it will be able to be done; and what it will do is turn magma and lava material, when mixed with this chemical in small doses, and hundreds of gallons of normal seawater, into gold, pure total solid gold. Someday the price will be pennies a pound, but for the next number of decades, until this device can be finished, metals will soar because of the problem at Knox. I never saw or heard from him again, and 9 and a half years later, his good friend Jim Burr gave me the old invention of the weird laptop, before there were laptops, in exchange for a magazine that I had. He was madly in love with Connie Chung the newscaster. This was the 1978 September issue of STAG, a dirty filthy mag like Penthouse or Playboy or a million others out there in the dirty book stores. In this magazine that most copies were confiscated, were dozens of naked disgusting shots of this international news broadcaster, Connie Chung. I took the invention down to Orlando Florida with me, but it ended up in the streets of Washington, DC before arriving down in Orlando in December of 1983, and nobody needs to know any of this, NOBODY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I did not get into these parts that I am adding in for the sake of these blogs and my life journal records; but what I did tell my brand new stock broker, Mister Dennis Caldwell; was the forbidden story of Fort Knox, and I laughed and said, I'm sure it is all a bunch of bullskhit. But the look on his face was beyond the look a man would give you if you just told him that you raped his teenaged daughter and his wife, both together. I don't think I ever saw a look on a face like this, not even in a movie. He jumped up out of his seat telling me, and I remember it well, ''Be right back old man'', one of his expressions, I came to learn, as I looked like a 16 year old boy in those years. He came back and told me if it's OK with me, can I leave now, I have seen the brokerage and he had given me lots of time, and now must get back to lots of stuff he needed to do. While he said this to me, phones were ringing off of the hook, and the place went from half asleep to a mad house. I got home and it was after business hours, it was a long drive back in rush hour traffic, to Audubon, New Jersey and Audrey Heller's place. Next morning while dead to the world, Audrey at her job and me alone in the house, Dennis called me and said, after I said hello, and he said ''Mark, it's you right'', and I said yeppir, or something like that, half asleep. He then said, ''LOCK LIMIT UP''. I said to him what's that mean? He said that is good, your position in the palladium contract was at maximum profit, and already no longer able to even trade today. Next morning he called and did not wait for me to say it is me, and he said, ''LOCK LIMIT UP''. This was the beginning of the gold rush. I know I started it by telling the great Zvonko Knox secret, real or not real, who can ever know, but I had no intention of trying to manipulate a plucking metal market. Right after this, that work off wealthy HUNT, from HUNT FOOD, did indeed go onto corner the silver market, and this is a historical fact that anyone out here can check out with simple Googling. Now many chemists know that nothing can make gold tarnish or in any way injure it. Actually, it can be melted as the great mints of the world all know, and it can all flow away, deep into the earth. I never meant to say that this is not what happened, but when I do not share an entire story at an exact time that I tell it, maybe I have very justified reasons for my otherwise methods of madness, as many feel with me, is the case. Hay Mashell and others, YOU'RE ALL ENTITLED, AS AM I, TO YOUR WONDERFUL OPINIONS. I just happen to know a little bit that other people on this planet don't. This is a fact, and the entire world is lucking free to call me a goddang gas liar, anytime, any place, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!! SO LIMIT UP, BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH SHKIT, does anything that resembles ducking normalcy, ever become a part of my screwy weird life, ladies and gentlemen????????
If anyone out here reading me even for one or two years, let alone 3-8; really thinks you have been told all the huge slit about my life, you are about as far off base as all the baseball game stolen base losses all put together, and tripled!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You honestly have only been given a smattering, about musical saga's, Jefferson supergirls, and great wonderful powerful Aunt Oz Geraldine's; all notwithstanding here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Feels 100! Actually that is a lie, it feels quite nice tonight. TEE-HEE-HEE, Lilly Munster.
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COME BACK TO ME ROSEANN DELANEY, IN ANTY FORM, YO!!!!!!!!
Back in 1977, I met a real quirk cough named Jan, who did sound recording and thought he was a little god at the age of twenty-nine. He had a little studio in a music store in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, where I did a total of five songs between 1977 and 1980, and he did such a rotten job, that Howard Solomon at the RPL Studios in Camden, New Jersey; reworked the mixes to make them a little more alive and a little bit better. But just exactly how does Jan Nace and Dennis Caldwell of the Clayton Brokerage, all fit together as I told that it does, a while back; you may still be wondering, folks? Well, for openers, TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS from universes all throughout hyperspace, do a lot more than know how to join up with the Lambrigg Cult of the Astral-Plane, fly around in weird creepy air saucers, build weird looking work-bots that we have all mistaken for space-aliens (SPAL) as it will come to be called later towards the end of this century, and these lovely wonderful darling awesome people, LOVE TO PLAY GAMES, with the rest of the NON-TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, and the intricacies and elucidations to this as well as Jan Nace and Dennis Caldwell, would require about a dozen WAR AND PEACE TOLSTOY novels, for me to even start cracking open, all of this major smother plucking grit. That does not mean it is not there, or that I could not write it all and crack it all open. I will do all of this, just give me some time, and hay all good Delaney vamps out there, where are you when I need you and WALMART VOICE-MAILS, BRAH??????????
YES EVER SINCE THE VAMPIRE LINK LEFT ME, MY BLOGS WENT TO HICKEY CITY, ROSIE GIRL. OUCH, IN MORE WAYS THAN THREE, HOW DO PEEPS LIVE WITH THEIR EMMEREFFING CONSCIENCES FOR 44 AND A HALF YEARS?
Now this was a random selection added here on top this blog and yes, a total SAFET that endlessly proves these words as true. My dreaming interactions recently in the past year or so R beyond off the wall major hyper time. Way back in 1984, I started having those wild hyperspace S-DAY-LAUDER experiences, Mister GLENN ROLAND, and yes sir, fire is all part of my endless past, and as far back as Chicago, and Miss O's 'CALLIO-COW', or so it appears sometimes. The first fire that all seemed 2 launch this operation was at the illustrious Maxfield Recording studio in Cherry Hill, above the Russel Music Store on Beidamin Avenue. According 2 the proprietor of the studio, Sir Jan Nace, it was a fire that somehow started when nobody was there. All fires 2 me of course R extremely suspicious and I believe in Jewish Lightning, Landlord Lightning, and Contractors Lightning, and I believe in criminals and I believe in fraud and horrendous and monstrous evil behavior on the part of most homosapiens on this awesome diseased planet, y-O!!!!!!!!!! Here is me' (y-O-HACK) right on target, as we R back now in 2024 and out of that 10 year ago time! But shortly after the fire and B-4 the fire at the Garden state Hospital when Tom Glenn was getting his operation there and quite mysteriously coincidental in my book, came the start of my hyperspace experiences with the great S-DAY-L peeps where I was working there, and somehow when typing my dream in 2014 that I pasted in, my mind then had blanked out the true first origins of this wild locale in the 5th dimensional hyperspace. Let me wrap up my point 4 this day only now.
This fragrance company is all connected with other transdimensional junk in my life, including music related stuff, fires, daughters and that means both of them, MI and PEE; and our dreams all interconnect into so many things that also include some type of weird unfathomable feedback looping systems that even appear 2 intertwine and commingle waking life junk all within the whole of it. This may sound beyond insane, yet it is all the truth, and the psych industry B damned straight into Dogtown, as I know what I know, SO YO, and I looked that time, MO, and WOMO-SPACEFORCE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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THIS SHORT WRITING IS AN OPENING OF A POWERFUL AND QUITE BEYOND HUUUUUUUGE topic and subject, and that being, the very name of this titled-blog-work, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA, Jane Dirtskunkbreath Thistlthorns Scumholeweeds; U missed me, with your rotten lousy ONES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All of my entire life, I have had every single thing in it which no reader can possibly conceive and will insist inside of themselves that this Mountainpen-sicko whack job, must B in fact making this all up, or at least major exaggerating with it. I know that I am not one small bit exaggerating my true tale here, but U of course can only endlessly wonder and head-scratch. Of course, I realize that, lovely HTHS-Mizz Sharon Pee. But ever since I was born, this has gone on around me, and yes; in certain definite and major stages in time, the entire matter would seemingly jump up and escalate into a lot more than B-4. It was the same old same old but simultaneously it was a major stage jumping or an increased amount of the same pile of horrible negatives endlessly happening around me and there was no way 2-B living my life and inside of my shoes, and not B completely aware of this reality, despite everyone insisting with me that I am in need of a team of head shrinks and lots of endless psycho-therapy. My first escalation of the same stuff only on a higher increased level and layer of stuff, was when I walked out of school forever, leaving the mighty and quite illustrious and elusive, COOLEY HALL, IN THE FINAL DAYS OF JANUARY, IN THE YEAR OF 1973. Then the next major jump and escalation was after meeting Sir Jim Burr at the PCI Computer School in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG in the summer time of 1973 around a half of a year after leaving school, and his almost immediately falling into his wild crazy holy roller religion and then telling me all about the satanic forces that were destroying both his life as well as my life, and went onto explain Y stuff was all happening around me in my life, only I had no balancing concepts around me nor anyone belonging 2 the future group known as the 'AAT', or Ancient Astronaut Theory peeps. The next jump after this was the entire 3 year period of between middle 1983 into middle 1986 and ending with the exact major life altering incident on 15 August of 1986. The next one was at the very start of August a decade after that in 1996 with the Turnersville Pathmark terror threat on my mom and me and all of the great search 4 the magical goddess SSJKK time period, leading 2 the slow and very monstrously torturous demise of my mother that dragged out 4 more than 2 solid years and ending on the 4th of March, in the starting of this 3rd millennium, the great Marola-Cooley-2000 year. The final jump of escalating disastrous nightmares in my sub vampiric existence called human life only it was never truly that, was the meeting of the great Washcloth family only not from 'dreams in 1970' in Ventnor, NJUSAESMWG, but rather more than three and a half decades following those initial nightmares, and here in waking life, the KING CLAN, and then eventually shortly after meeting them, actually coming 2 live with this washcloth family of unfathomable surreal nightmares on terra-steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now these jumps and escalations changed absolutely nothing. It was like a powerful kilowatt Crown Audio Amplifier connected into a keyboard with some cat or dog walking on the keys, and making a horrendous sound. It all stunk 2 Dogtown squared and back, but these dated jumps R simply comparable with another twist of the volume dial, and this horrible noise being merely turned up higher and higher and higher. That point is what needs 2-B made B-4 going on with the magic voices that we all hear inside our minds, and that psychiatrists continue insisting come from our normal various levels of human thought processes. They do not, and real born again Christians, despite being back in the midevel Renaissance times, know that what I am saying here is absolutely true. This is about the only thing positive that I can say about approximately 80 percent of the red side aisle, over that same approximate percentage on the blue side. I still say that the democrats elected Donald Trump in November of 2016, and by taking their damn dirty glass political correctness movement just 2 far!!!!!!!!! Nothing 2 damn extreme on both left and right sides is good nor healthy 4 this nation, and I would sell my 'soul' 2 the 'proverbial devil' today, if it would create a powerful emerging third party of absolute in-between red and blue ideas. At least a strong party in the real and true middle would allow this country a chance 2 move on again rather than lead 2 its obvious ultimate very soon total destruction. No I don't mean pow pow and bombs dropped destruction. There R many more ways 2 wipe out a nation than just using violent stuff and horror. We already R 90 percent completely destroyed and on top of this, we don't even realize it. Now tell me just how much worse the H-bomb is than THAT!!!!!!! But enough political discussions, shall we get back now onto the point and title of this writing: There is a voice that we all hear inside our heads, U now it, I know it, head shrink docks know it, nobody denies it, and absolutely nobody truly understands it, not even the so-called enlightened and god-realized MWM-Mountainpen-Cursed-Huntington!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTERCHEESE, BIG GLASS BUTT, and but people YO, I do know something and that something is more than any of U, and IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So let us get 2 this now, ''okay'' Mister Latengrate Atlantic City Sir John King of early September of 1996????? JEEZ-Louise.
Everyone reading this writing knows they 2 have their little voice, and it has most likely told U all sorts of stuff while U-R reading these words. What I wish some of U would do as 2024 comes in, is begin keeping a little notebook or digital record in your phone or wherever, of each time the voice tells U anything about me or my story, while U read it. U never have 2 share it with me or anyone, but once every couple of months, examine it. Then examine stuff I am writing as each new 60 day period begins. Watch how my blogs start conforming 2 stuff U hear with your little voice. After this blows your mind, we may B sort of ready 2 try this 2nd stage of the wildest thing 2 happen in your life, most likely. I will start 2 then show peeps that both in-waking-world as well as when U go off into 'dreamville', my blogs will follow U in ways that will go beyond anything that U can possibly imagine. Already over the past second half of my time living here in Flowerland-USA, AKA FLUSAESMWG; my dreams correspond 2 stuff that my Blogaudians R 'thinking about' many times, while reading these blogs. How do I know this, and how can I-B bold enough 2 believe that 4 one single second, some R obviously thinking 2 themselves right now? When I am ready, I will give U some answers that will blow your minds from here 2 triple Dogtown and back. I am not ready yet 4 the simple reason that I know that U-R not ready 4 me 2 do this with anyone of U YET!!!!!!!!!!! It's as simple as THAT!
Also 4 me 2 want 2 go on with all of this, which would prove my story of Morianity in ways so gargantuan and beyond Sanders-HUGE, that I would become a super viral blog in days. Still, I know that I need a slightly more reliable viewing Blogaudian group. I always appreciate any viewing peeps, and do not think that I don't. But unless I get more than what I semi-jokingly call a GALANET VIEWERSHIP 4 the most part; it simply would B a waste of time 2 move that particular experiment any further. It wouldn't do me and it wouldn't do anyone of U one wee tad bit of good. Many peeps think I am joking when I discuss the GALANET, and I know that I am not, and my advice 2 anyone who thinks this is a joke or that I am just a total fruit cake 4 believing in this possibility; U need 2 get a copy of the original STAR TREK TV-SHOW and the episode whose title escapes my mind right now, but it is the first season in 1966 and it is about a dude that calls himself General and Squire TRILANE, and lives on a planetoid created by him that is over five quadrillion miles from the Earth and who has a powerful scanner device able 2 aim at this planet and watch the inhabitants of it living their daily lives. Then ask any professor at a top city college in that discipline of astrophysics if this theoretical concept is not 100 percent real and true. I then would suggest finding a little bit more about my 1994 so-called fictional SYFY book called, “The Permission Barrier”. But we don't need move any further down that road 4 today. So then just how do dreams, and UFO's, and the little voice that we all hear every so often; all tie together? If the answer here was real nice and short, sweet, simple, and a one lesson discourse, I would B just as happy if not happier than anyone of U out there reading this, but reality is what it is 2 quote the latengrate monster girl on steroids of the WASHCLOTH TAWF FAMILY, and the lovely Mizz Dawn-Marie King herself no less!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It simply is anything BUTTTTTTTTT quick and easy and simple and all of that. It does however tie all of religion and UFO stuff and Morianity and dreams and hyperspace, all together and more perfectly, than a thousand bibles or Pope's or college professor's that I have so far met in this human life of mine, all put together and multiplied ten times, and then some!!!!!! I say this in no way 2 prove that Verizon has pegged me accurately earlier last year; but simply 2 tell stuff straight and absolutely true, so help me PINK GODDESS JEHOVAH SSJKK!!!!!!!!!!!! So yes world, I absolutely promise U all that this will slowly B gotten into in this 2024, starting with this very opening work here on NEW YEAR'S DAY!!!!!!!!!!!! So I now wish my Blogaudians a vely vely H-N-Y, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Connection Between Dreams, UFO Truths, and the Magical Little Voice We All Here Inside Our Selves
IF I DIDN'T KNOW BETTER, I WOULD ABSOLUTELY SWEAR THAT SOMEONE SCANNED BACK THROUGH A LUN-SAT GALANET SIGNAL SYSTEM, AND POSTED MISSES MARCUCCI HAVING A CUPAJOE WITH MISSES MAROLA, ME' ESS-COOLEY HALL EDUCATOR, AND OF COURSE THE HUBBY OF MISSES M WAS ALSO ME' SPECIAL-EDUCATOR, AND AS WE ALL KNOW FROM MORIANITY, SPECIAL, IN WAY MORE WAYS THAN JUST BEING AT A SUPPOSEDLY SPECIAL-ED SCHOOL, HUH WORLD?
HEY, Y if Mountainpen is naught telling a powerful true tale, have invisible powers endlessly continued 2 make all of my photo links vanish by turning them off at the source? The UFO seekers all have the very same exact problem in their endless search and quest 2 learn their truths as well. But what if their truths and MY MORIANITY TRUTHS, R all part of the VERY EXACT SAME THING????????????? What if the level 8 and level 9 PURGATITES indeed R the UFO sightings, or at least approximately 3 percent of them? Yes world, the COINS & COILS, dreaming, 5-D-Hyperspace and Exploratronic activity, is ALL ONE AND THE SAME TRUTH, as was fictionally of course, the best possible example that ever could B given, YO, CLARK KENT & SUPERMAN. So think about it!!!!!!!!!!
2:24 PM, MONDAY AFTERNOON, JANUARY 1, 2024
JEWELLY WHITE'S 2nd CALENDAR-MON-12-12
WORLD LABORATORIES SEND BACK TEXT DATE AND TIME FILE (DATFILE) W-L-SBT-GDF-CEN-21-010124.600
Yes Mister PIP, endlessness is quite hellish
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
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MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR CALENDAR:
SATURDAY, JANUARY 6, 2024---JWSC-MON-12-17
CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING CRESCENT 3:7
N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
WANING CRESCENT------(W-N-C)
WANING GIBBOUS--------(W-N-G)
WAXING CRESCENT------(W-X-C)
WAXING GIBBOUS---------(W-X-G)
THIS SHORT WRITING IS AN OPENING OF A POWERFUL AND QUITE BEYOND HUUUUUUUGE topic and subject, and that being, the very name of this titled-blog-work, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA, Jane Dirtskunkbreath Thistlthorns Scumholeweeds; U missed me, with your rotten lousy ONES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All of my entire life, I have had every single thing in it which no reader can possibly conceive and will insist inside of themselves that this Mountainpen-sicko whack job, must B in fact making this all up, or at least major exaggerating with it. I know that I am not one small bit exaggerating my true tale here, but U of course can only endlessly wonder and head-scratch. Of course, I realize that, lovely HTHS-Mizz Sharon Pee. But ever since I was born, this has gone on around me, and yes; in certain definite and major stages in time, the entire matter would seemingly jump up and escalate into a lot more than B-4. It was the same old same old but simultaneously it was a major stage jumping or an increased amount of the same pile of horrible negatives endlessly happening around me and there was no way 2-B living my life and inside of my shoes, and not B completely aware of this reality, despite everyone insisting with me that I am in need of a team of head shrinks and lots of endless psycho-therapy. My first escalation of the same stuff only on a higher increased level and layer of stuff, was when I walked out of school forever, leaving the mighty and quite illustrious and elusive, COOLEY HALL, IN THE FINAL DAYS OF JANUARY, IN THE YEAR OF 1973. Then the next major jump and escalation was after meeting Sir Jim Burr at the PCI Computer School in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG in the summer time of 1973 around a half of a year after leaving school, and his almost immediately falling into his wild crazy holy roller religion and then telling me all about the satanic forces that were destroying both his life as well as my life, and went onto explain Y stuff was all happening around me in my life, only I had no balancing concepts around me nor anyone belonging 2 the future group known as the 'AAT', or Ancient Astronaut Theory peeps. The next jump after this was the entire 3 year period of between middle 1983 into middle 1986 and ending with the exact major life altering incident on 15 August of 1986. The next one was at the very start of August a decade after that in 1996, with the Turnersville Pathmark terror threat on my mom and me, and all of the great search 4 the magical goddess SSJKK time period, leading 2 the slow and very monstrously torturous demise of my mother, that dragged out 4 more than 2 solid years and ending on the 4th of March, in the starting of this 3rd millennium, and the great Marola-Cooley-2000 year. The final jump of escalating disastrous nightmares in my sub vampiric existence called human life only it was never truly that, was the meeting of the great Washcloth family, only not from 'dreams in 1970' in Ventnor, NJUSAESMWG, but rather more than three and a half decades following those initial nightmares; and here in waking life, the KING CLAN, and then eventually shortly after meeting them, actually coming 2 live with this washcloth family of unfathomable surreal nightmares on terra-steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now these jumps and escalations changed absolutely nothing. It was like a powerful kilowatt Crown Audio Amplifier connected into a keyboard with some cat or dog walking on the keys, and making a horrendous sound. It all stunk 2 Dogtown squared and back, but these dated jumps R simply comparable with another twist of the volume dial, and this horrible noise being merely turned up higher and higher and higher. That point is what needs 2-B made B-4 going on with the magic voices that we all hear inside our minds, and that psychiatrists continue insisting come from our normal various levels of human thought processes. They do not, and real born again Christians, despite being back in the midevel Renaissance times, know that what I am saying here is absolutely true. This is about the only thing positive that I can say about approximately 80 percent of the red side aisle, over that same approximate percentage on the blue side. I still say that the democrats elected Donald Trump in November of 2016, and by taking their damn dirty glass political correctness movement just 2 far!!!!!!!!! Nothing 2 damn extreme on both left and right sides is good nor healthy 4 this nation, and I would sell my 'soul' 2 the 'proverbial devil' today, if it would create a powerful emerging third party of absolute in-between red and blue ideas. At least a strong party in the real and true middle would allow this country a chance 2 move on again rather than lead 2 its obvious ultimate very soon total destruction. No I don't mean pow pow and bombs dropped destruction. There R many more ways 2 wipe out a nation than just using violent stuff and horror. We already R 90 percent completely destroyed and on top of this, we don't even realize it. Now tell me just how much worse the H-bomb is than THAT!!!!!!! But enough political discussions, shall we get back now onto the point and title of this writing: There is a voice that we all hear inside our heads, U know it, I know it, head shrink docks know it, nobody denies it, and absolutely nobody truly understands it, not even the so-called enlightened and god-realized MWM-Mountainpen-Cursed-Huntington!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTERCHEESE, BIG GLASS BUTT, and but people YO, I do know something and that something is more than any of U, and IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So let us get 2 this now, ''okay'' Mister Latengrate Atlantic City Sir John King of early September of 1996????? JEEZ-Louise.
Everyone reading this writing knows they 2 have their little voice, and it has most likely told U all sorts of stuff while U-R reading these words. What I wish some of U would do as 2024 comes in, is begin keeping a little notebook or digital record in your phone or wherever, of each time the voice tells U anything about me or my story, while U read it. U never have 2 share it with me or anyone, but once every couple of months, examine it. Then examine stuff I am writing as each new 60 day period begins. Watch how my blogs start conforming 2 stuff U hear with your little voice. After this blows your mind, we may B sort of ready 2 try this 2nd stage of the wildest thing 2 happen in your life, most likely. I will start 2 then show peeps that both in-waking-world as well as when U go off into 'dreamville', my blogs will follow U in ways that will go beyond anything that U can possibly imagine. Already over the past second half of my time living here in Flowerland-USA, AKA FLUSAESMWG; my dreams correspond 2 stuff that my Blogaudians R 'thinking about' many times, while reading these blogs. How do I know this, and how can I-B bold enough 2 believe that 4 one single second, some R obviously thinking 2 themselves right now? When I am ready, I will give U some answers that will blow your minds from here 2 triple Dogtown and back. I am not ready yet 4 the simple reason that I know that U-R not ready 4 me 2 do this with anyone of U YET!!!!!!!!!!! It's as simple as THAT!
Also 4 me 2 want 2 go on with all of this, which would prove my story of Morianity in ways so gargantuan and beyond Sanders-HUGE, that I would become a super viral blog in days. Still, I know that I need a slightly more reliable viewing Blogaudian group. I always appreciate any viewing peeps, and do not think that I don't. But unless I get more than what I semi-jokingly call a GALANET VIEWERSHIP 4 the most part; it simply would B a waste of time 2 move that particular experiment any further. It wouldn't do me and it wouldn't do anyone of U one wee tad bit of good. Many peeps think I am joking when I discuss the GALANET, and I know that I am not, and my advice 2 anyone who thinks this is a joke or that I am just a total fruit cake 4 believing in this possibility; U need 2 get a copy of the original STAR TREK TV-SHOW and the episode whose title escapes my mind right now, but it is the first season in 1966 and it is about a dude that calls himself General and Squire TRILANE, and lives on a planetoid created by him that is over five quadrillion miles from the Earth and who has a powerful scanner device able 2 aim at this planet and watch the inhabitants of it living their daily lives. Then ask any professor at a top city college in that discipline of astrophysics if this theoretical concept is not 100 percent real and true. I then would suggest finding a little bit more about my 1994 so-called fictional SYFY book called, “The Permission Barrier”. But we don't need move any further down that road 4 today. So then just how do dreams, and UFO's, and the little voice that we all hear every so often; all tie together? If the answer here was real nice and short, sweet, simple, and a one lesson discourse, I would B just as happy if not happier than anyone of U out there reading this, but reality is what it is 2 quote the latengrate monster girl on steroids of the WASHCLOTH TAWF FAMILY, and the lovely Mizz Dawn-Marie King herself no less!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It simply is anything BUTTTTTTTTT quick and easy and simple and all of that. It does however tie all of religion and UFO stuff and Morianity and dreams and hyperspace, all together and more perfectly, than a thousand bibles or Pope's or college professor's that I have so far met in this human life of mine, all put together and multiplied ten times, and then some!!!!!! I say this in no way 2 prove that Verizon has pegged me accurately earlier last year; but simply 2 tell stuff straight and absolutely true, so help me PINK GODDESS JEHOVAH SSJKK!!!!!!!!!!!! So yes world, I absolutely promise U all that this will slowly B gotten into in this 2024, starting with this very opening work here on NEW YEAR'S DAY!!!!!!!!!!!! So I now wish my Blogaudians a vely vely H-N-Y, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! THE END.
Yes Mister PIP, endlessness is quite hellish
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
IF I DIDN'T KNOW BETTER, I WOULD ABSOLUTELY SWEAR THAT SOMEONE SCANNED BACK THROUGH A LUN-SAT GALANET SIGNAL SYSTEM, AND POSTED MISSES MARCUCCI HAVING A CUPAJOE WITH MISSES MAROLA, ME' ESS-COOLEY HALL EDUCATOR, AND OF COURSE THE HUBBY OF MISSES M WAS ALSO ME' SPECIAL-EDUCATOR, AND AS WE ALL KNOW FROM MORIANITY, SPECIAL, IN WAY MORE WAYS THAN JUST BEING AT A SUPPOSEDLY SPECIAL-ED SCHOOL, HUH WORLD?
HEY, Y if Mountainpen is naught telling a powerful true tale, have invisible powers endlessly continued 2 make all of my photo links vanish by turning them off at the source? The UFO seekers all have the very same exact problem in their endless search and quest 2 learn their truths as well. But what if their truths and MY MORIANITY TRUTHS, R all part of the VERY EXACT SAME THING????????????? What if the level 8 and level 9 PURGATITES indeed R the UFO sightings, or at least approximately 3 percent of them? Yes world, the COINS & COILS, dreaming, 5-D-Hyperspace and Exploratronic activity, is ALL ONE AND THE SAME TRUTH, as was fictionally of course, the best possible example that ever could B given, YO, CLARK KENT & SUPERMAN. So think about it!!!!!!!!!!
06:34 PM, SATURDAY EVENING, JANUARY 6, 2024
JEWELLY WHITE'S 2nd CALENDAR-SAT-12-17
WORLD LABORATORIES SEND BACK TEXT DATE AND TIME FILE (DATFILE) W-L-SBT-GDF-CEN-21-010624.774
Connection Between Dreams, UFO Truths, and the Magical Little Voice We All Here Inside Our Selves
IF I DIDN'T KNOW BETTER, I WOULD ABSOLUTELY SWEAR THAT SOMEONE SCANNED BACK THROUGH A LUN-SAT GALANET SIGNAL SYSTEM, AND POSTED MISSES MARCUCCI HAVING A CUPAJOE WITH MISSES MAROLA, ME' ESS-COOLEY HALL EDUCATOR, AND OF COURSE THE HUBBY OF MISSES M WAS ALSO ME' SPECIAL-EDUCATOR, AND AS WE ALL KNOW FROM MORIANITY, SPECIAL, IN WAY MORE WAYS THAN JUST BEING AT A SUPPOSEDLY SPECIAL-ED SCHOOL, HUH WORLD?
HEY, Y if Mountainpen is naught telling a powerful true tale, have invisible powers endlessly continued 2 make all of my photo links vanish by turning them off at the source? The UFO seekers all have the very same exact problem in their endless search and quest 2 learn their truths as well. But what if their truths and MY MORIANITY TRUTHS, R all part of the VERY EXACT SAME THING????????????? What if the level 8 and level 9 PURGATITES indeed R the UFO sightings, or at least approximately 3 percent of them? Yes world, the COINS & COILS, dreaming, 5-D-Hyperspace and Exploratronic activity, is ALL ONE AND THE SAME TRUTH, as was fictionally of course, the best possible example that ever could B given, YO, CLARK KENT & SUPERMAN. So think about it!!!!!!!!!!
2:24 PM, MONDAY AFTERNOON, JANUARY 1, 2024
JEWELLY WHITE'S 2nd CALENDAR-MON-12-12
WORLD LABORATORIES SEND BACK TEXT DATE AND TIME FILE (DATFILE) W-L-SBT-GDF-CEN-21-010124.600
Yes Mister PIP, endlessness is quite hellish
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR CALENDAR:
MONDAY, JANUARY 1, 2024---JWSC-MON-12-12
CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 6:7
N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
WANING CRESCENT------(W-N-C)
WANING GIBBOUS--------(W-N-G)
WAXING CRESCENT------(W-X-C)
WAXING GIBBOUS---------(W-X-G)
THIS SHORT WRITING IS AN OPENING OF A POWERFUL AND QUITE BEYOND HUUUUUUUGE topic and subject, and that being, the very name of this titled-blog-work, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA-HA, Jane Dirtskunkbreath Thistlthorns Scumholeweeds; U missed me, with your rotten lousy ONES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All of my entire life, I have had every single thing in it which no reader can possibly conceive and will insist inside of themselves that this Mountainpen-sicko whack job, must B in fact making this all up, or at least major exaggerating with it. I know that I am not one small bit exaggerating my true tale here, but U of course can only endlessly wonder and head-scratch. Of course, I realize that, lovely HTHS-Mizz Sharon Pee. But ever since I was born, this has gone on around me, and yes; in certain definite and major stages in time, the entire matter would seemingly jump up and escalate into a lot more than B-4. It was the same old same old but simultaneously it was a major stage jumping or an increased amount of the same pile of horrible negatives endlessly happening around me and there was no way 2-B living my life and inside of my shoes, and not B completely aware of this reality, despite everyone insisting with me that I am in need of a team of head shrinks and lots of endless psycho-therapy. My first escalation of the same stuff only on a higher increased level and layer of stuff, was when I walked out of school forever, leaving the mighty and quite illustrious and elusive, COOLEY HALL, IN THE FINAL DAYS OF JANUARY, IN THE YEAR OF 1973. Then the next major jump and escalation was after meeting Sir Jim Burr at the PCI Computer School in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG in the summer time of 1973 around a half of a year after leaving school, and his almost immediately falling into his wild crazy holy roller religion and then telling me all about the satanic forces that were destroying both his life as well as my life, and went onto explain Y stuff was all happening around me in my life, only I had no balancing concepts around me nor anyone belonging 2 the future group known as the 'AAT', or Ancient Astronaut Theory peeps. The next jump after this was the entire 3 year period of between middle 1983 into middle 1986 and ending with the exact major life altering incident on 15 August of 1986. The next one was at the very start of August a decade after that in 1996, with the Turnersville Pathmark terror threat on my mom and me, and all of the great search 4 the magical goddess SSJKK time period, leading 2 the slow and very monstrously torturous demise of my mother, that dragged out 4 more than 2 solid years and ending on the 4th of March, in the starting of this 3rd millennium, and the great Marola-Cooley-2000 year. The final jump of escalating disastrous nightmares in my sub vampiric existence called human life only it was never truly that, was the meeting of the great Washcloth family, only not from 'dreams in 1970' in Ventnor, NJUSAESMWG, but rather more than three and a half decades following those initial nightmares; and here in waking life, the KING CLAN, and then eventually shortly after meeting them, actually coming 2 live with this washcloth family of unfathomable surreal nightmares on terra-steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now these jumps and escalations changed absolutely nothing. It was like a powerful kilowatt Crown Audio Amplifier connected into a keyboard with some cat or dog walking on the keys, and making a horrendous sound. It all stunk 2 Dogtown squared and back, but these dated jumps R simply comparable with another twist of the volume dial, and this horrible noise being merely turned up higher and higher and higher. That point is what needs 2-B made B-4 going on with the magic voices that we all hear inside our minds, and that psychiatrists continue insisting come from our normal various levels of human thought processes. They do not, and real born again Christians, despite being back in the midevel Renaissance times, know that what I am saying here is absolutely true. This is about the only thing positive that I can say about approximately 80 percent of the red side aisle, over that same approximate percentage on the blue side. I still say that the democrats elected Donald Trump in November of 2016, and by taking their damn dirty glass political correctness movement just 2 far!!!!!!!!! Nothing 2 damn extreme on both left and right sides is good nor healthy 4 this nation, and I would sell my 'soul' 2 the 'proverbial devil' today, if it would create a powerful emerging third party of absolute in-between red and blue ideas. At least a strong party in the real and true middle would allow this country a chance 2 move on again rather than lead 2 its obvious ultimate very soon total destruction. No I don't mean pow pow and bombs dropped destruction. There R many more ways 2 wipe out a nation than just using violent stuff and horror. We already R 90 percent completely destroyed and on top of this, we don't even realize it. Now tell me just how much worse the H-bomb is than THAT!!!!!!! But enough political discussions, shall we get back now onto the point and title of this writing: There is a voice that we all hear inside our heads, U know it, I know it, head shrink docks know it, nobody denies it, and absolutely nobody truly understands it, not even the so-called enlightened and god-realized MWM-Mountainpen-Cursed-Huntington!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTERCHEESE, BIG GLASS BUTT, and but people YO, I do know something and that something is more than any of U, and IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So let us get 2 this now, ''okay'' Mister Latengrate Atlantic City Sir John King of early September of 1996????? JEEZ-Louise.
Everyone reading this writing knows they 2 have their little voice, and it has most likely told U all sorts of stuff while U-R reading these words. What I wish some of U would do as 2024 comes in, is begin keeping a little notebook or digital record in your phone or wherever, of each time the voice tells U anything about me or my story, while U read it. U never have 2 share it with me or anyone, but once every couple of months, examine it. Then examine stuff I am writing as each new 60 day period begins. Watch how my blogs start conforming 2 stuff U hear with your little voice. After this blows your mind, we may B sort of ready 2 try this 2nd stage of the wildest thing 2 happen in your life, most likely. I will start 2 then show peeps that both in-waking-world as well as when U go off into 'dreamville', my blogs will follow U in ways that will go beyond anything that U can possibly imagine. Already over the past second half of my time living here in Flowerland-USA, AKA FLUSAESMWG; my dreams correspond 2 stuff that my Blogaudians R 'thinking about' many times, while reading these blogs. How do I know this, and how can I-B bold enough 2 believe that 4 one single second, some R obviously thinking 2 themselves right now? When I am ready, I will give U some answers that will blow your minds from here 2 triple Dogtown and back. I am not ready yet 4 the simple reason that I know that U-R not ready 4 me 2 do this with anyone of U YET!!!!!!!!!!! It's as simple as THAT!
Also 4 me 2 want 2 go on with all of this, which would prove my story of Morianity in ways so gargantuan and beyond Sanders-HUGE, that I would become a super viral blog in days. Still, I know that I need a slightly more reliable viewing Blogaudian group. I always appreciate any viewing peeps, and do not think that I don't. But unless I get more than what I semi-jokingly call a GALANET VIEWERSHIP 4 the most part; it simply would B a waste of time 2 move that particular experiment any further. It wouldn't do me and it wouldn't do anyone of U one wee tad bit of good. Many peeps think I am joking when I discuss the GALANET, and I know that I am not, and my advice 2 anyone who thinks this is a joke or that I am just a total fruit cake 4 believing in this possibility; U need 2 get a copy of the original STAR TREK TV-SHOW and the episode whose title escapes my mind right now, but it is the first season in 1966 and it is about a dude that calls himself General and Squire TRILANE, and lives on a planetoid created by him that is over five quadrillion miles from the Earth and who has a powerful scanner device able 2 aim at this planet and watch the inhabitants of it living their daily lives. Then ask any professor at a top city college in that discipline of astrophysics if this theoretical concept is not 100 percent real and true. I then would suggest finding a little bit more about my 1994 so-called fictional SYFY book called, “The Permission Barrier”. But we don't need move any further down that road 4 today. So then just how do dreams, and UFO's, and the little voice that we all hear every so often; all tie together? If the answer here was real nice and short, sweet, simple, and a one lesson discourse, I would B just as happy if not happier than anyone of U out there reading this, but reality is what it is 2 quote the latengrate monster girl on steroids of the WASHCLOTH TAWF FAMILY, and the lovely Mizz Dawn-Marie King herself no less!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It simply is anything BUTTTTTTTTT quick and easy and simple and all of that. It does however tie all of religion and UFO stuff and Morianity and dreams and hyperspace, all together and more perfectly, than a thousand bibles or Pope's or college professor's that I have so far met in this human life of mine, all put together and multiplied ten times, and then some!!!!!! I say this in no way 2 prove that Verizon has pegged me accurately earlier last year; but simply 2 tell stuff straight and absolutely true, so help me PINK GODDESS JEHOVAH SSJKK!!!!!!!!!!!! So yes world, I absolutely promise U all that this will slowly B gotten into in this 2024, starting with this very opening work here on NEW YEAR'S DAY!!!!!!!!!!!! So I now wish my Blogaudians a vely vely H-N-Y, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE END.
Sunday, December 31, 2023 posting @ 02:41 PM.
The Silicon Valley Royals Will Both Love & Despise This Blogged Information but it Must B Told
This short whittle squib is all about what my old 2007 blogs referenced quite often. I gave it a name and that name is my own name 4 it and it may in the future have an entirely different name and most likely will, as there is an astral plane intelligence behind my not ever being recognized as MARK WAYNE MOHR in this present-me human physical persona and life, that I am stuck in now, since coming here as the clay that I was born 2-B, back on the 4th day in December, at 9:30 in the morning, in the year of 1954. Even when the press mentioned me once in the summer of 1971, pertaining 2 my being a distant student coming 2 the Lower Merion High School of Pennsylvania-USA, 4 their summer-school class; they referenced me as the “student from as far away as Haddonfield, New Jersey”. This is quoted from the great one and only 'Philadelphia Inquirer' Newspaper, I assure U. So what am I talking about? Try the one and only MOGOSP-PROGRAMS 4 advanced Cubit-quantum computers of the 'still future' days yet 2 follow the ending 2023 year today. As I speak-type now at twelve minutes past almost Mizz Witchbitch Jane Thistlethorns Crudbucketscubed one of the clock this afternoon; I am being assaulted with that noisy persecuting motorcycle dirt bag NABE-ENEMY. The great nearly almighty HALLS FAWCES know what I am about 2 do, and in the very exact same manner and way that what I will B telling right now, is all about 2 begin with. It is the very same thing, and is proving 2 me that the GALANET is real, being used; and that my 1994 book called 'TPB' is and was, not a wasted project, nor even the smallest wee tad bit of a waste of me' time. It HAD 2 B DONE AND WRITTEN, and now, “I REALIZE THAT”, OH GREAT AND LOVELY HTHS-1967 SHARON PEE. I of course knew and realized this much back by the time summer time in 1995 had rolled around and I was screwed by that local paper editor, Mizz J-R-S of Berlin, NJUSAESMWG. Of course the power-source behind all of that happening, or quoting Joe 1980 coworker RPL Sivo here, ''going-down''; is, was, and always shall B, none other than the applied usage of that awesome nightmare technology that my Morianity calls, the 'ETTOS', and standing 4 absolutely none other than (ELECTROMAGNETIC THOUGHT TRANSMISSION AND OMISSION SYSTEM)!!!!!
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Now concerning MOGOSP 2007 [T] © PROGRAMMING; it ain't complicated, and any real computer geek already knows exactly what is being said, told, and even intimated by the Mountainpen, but 4 the many who may naught, oh lovely Mizz AT&T 1983 Blake mah'm; here is my little squib and how a very recent blog from less than one week ago, shows how it actually works, as I truly believe that it was used on that very day via the GALANET, and by my peeps from many unorthodox locales that the boys and girls from 'A-51' and not just '24', and the 'W-P-A-F-Base', and others 2; won't want me going on in 2 much lengthy details with; so we shall not!!!!! Now who in this Blogaudian viewership remembers me discussing the Starburn land management and development company, that I had hoped 2 turn into a multi-billion dollar enterprise, and with my newly acquired pal Mister Roth, back late in the year 1985? Originally, this was not called Starburn, and came from just a few small ideas from right here in the waking world, after purchasing a Camden, NJUSAESMWG HUD-home 4 purposes of repair and resell 4 profit, only it all went completely kaplooey after the deal with Mark Marini and Bob Patt Cheatley. That was what had gone down a year previously 2 my meeting Dave Roth at Caldor in the start of November in 1985, and then that following summer in 1986; I had that wild 5th dimensional hyperspace experience while newly moved into that Cherry Hill nightmare home owned by that nightmare landlord Sir Barf-Karpf!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In any event, when I wrote my 'TPB' book nearly a decade following that, I discussed in it despite it being supposedly done as fiction, all of these events. They were scrambled around and exaggerated naturally, but basicly, it was all founded on true and real things. Right after coming out of the wild August of 1986 hellish experience that seemed 2 last 153 days yet went down in one dreaming cycle night; Dave and I seriously talked about doing things that pertained 2 what seemingly was going down in that parallel world, and yes, even much earlier in time, we were discussing closely related items, only the names of Starburn were never talked about, despite my actually creating this entire name of Starburn Outreach Development Corporation way back early in 1974 when my father had returned back into my life after a near decade-long separation since I was 9 years old or so and living back on Pyle Avenue at 125-A Haddon Hills Apartments, of Wanna Spend My Time WESTMONT, NJUSAESMWG. Now we all know that we can dwell on stuff here in waking world and then carry some of it sometimes into our various dreaming interactions, only we do not always do it or we do not always REMEMBER stuff when coming out of the 'dream-channel' and back awake here. I fully believe that we always bring stuff back and forth and that hyperspace is like a beyond gargantuan sized onion with infinite rings that spread out and thereby I call the nearby areas 2 our waking life, the localized 5DHS. Then I call the very far away zones way out in the distant onion-rings of it, the distant 5DHS. Then I call the in-between parts, the intermediate areas of the 5DHS; simple as that. When we have those supposedly '2 much ice cream and pizza B-4 going off 2 sleep' dreams, this in real truth is simply exploring the distant regions of the 5DHS, or (fifth dimensional hyper-space) when written out. But in extremely localized 5DHS, we always share the basic same stuff that we all R part of right here while awake. And this is way 2 complicated 2 tackle right now and will B all part of what I will indeed B getting a lot more into in this following 2024 year that as I speak-type right now on the eastern coast of the USA, is only 10 hours and a couple of minutes away now. But this is not the time nor place 2 go on with this. What this blog is opening up right now on this birthday of the once, and now latengrate Donna disco-artist Summer, speaking of the time or place, is that very recent blog and how the GALANET was activated and used 2 make it say something that was not intended 2-B spoken by the blogger, Mountainpen, ME in other words, only it DID GET SPOKEN!!!!!!! Also this has been going down around me all throughout my entire nearly 2 decade long blogging career that began in the first week of January of 2006. All Mariah Carey fans know that in 2009, this marvelous super talented artist did both a great movie as well as a great musical project, and proved how the love of coffee skipped a generation with me, as I cannot stand the stuff in adult life, and only drank it in the 6th grade, at the non Trinidad nut house of Princeton, NJUSAESMWG called the NJNPI that along with the mighty Cooley-Hall, both closed down once these blogs began and then I started telling forbidden stuff and pow, no more C-H and no more NJNPI, after many many many many decades of operation, another sudden magical poof of the HOGWARTS-HARRY CLUB, huh world??????? But back 2 non-Harner percolator related junk now. MC had a beyond marvelous DVD called, “Precious” and all of her fans know about it, and all I ask is 4 them and anyone else 2 refresh their memories now and re-watch it, and then look 4 that part where the kids in the special-ed-school called 'E-O-T-O', were talking about stuff that they wanted 2 do in their life, and that lovely babe who played the role of a real 'air-head type teen-girl', said that she 'wants 2-B in the music industry, and 2 own her own (record LAYER)', and mispronouncing the actual and accurate name of RECORD-LABEL! Now I was typing away on that recent blog from less than a week ago, and pow, I said that Starburn ODI in this parallel universe, or in my 1986 experience that forever altered me' entire life; had acquired a top major record LEVEL, meaning of course 2 type in RECORD LABEL. I fully and absolutely believe that the GALANET, instantly with CUBIT-Quantum computing tech or C-Q-C-TECH 4 short; took my writing on my office program system, all great FCC and non-FCC 'McDowell's out there somewhere', and scanned the entire internet in one flash of a second, and then seemingly 'realized' or came 2 its own 'non-Sharon-HTHS conclusion' that I needed 2 say a word close 2 LAYER, not exactly that word, but not the correct word either of LABEL, hence it came out in one quick GALANET super computing burst, as LEVEL, so let us look at the 2 words here, those two non correct words, 'LAYER' and 'LEVEL'. U truly don't need 2-B musical arranger Tom Glenn who came over 2 my joint at 1802 Robin Hill in early 1981 and create his guitar version of my song called LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS, nor need we B a MASON, or a CARPENTER, 2 know how both layer and level are absolutely not only connected, but indeed have some wild and surreal other similarities that R way 2 dern lengthy 4 my even starting 2 get into on this blog today. I only am trying 2 make the vely simple point here Bob McDowell from 1972, ole' buddy and later FCC dude; that I fully know and truly believe in the goddessdog GALANET, and even the GALANET CONTROLLED interference on many various levels and layers in that 4 example, they love 2 keep removing me' 'GODDESSDOG PHOTO' as they know that then, what is remaining other than 4 the goddess, and HER DOGGIE Zeranniss Arthur Yancy Jones!!!!!!!!!!! OH STACEY-oh-oh Stacey Krassle, and Donna Adrian Gaines Summer Sudano, and awesome dude Carl Carlton, yeah buddy; R-U still alive there pal and lookin' 4 your dern Donna, YO GREAT DUDE???????????? How I'll never ever ever never Zuudlecronessia Arteemis Ross DIANE JOANN (A-A) forget in a vaquillion dern years, being at Brad Messenger's incredible apartment, at WESTMONT, NJUSAESMWG, at Haddon Hills; and how he loved 2 play certain 45 RPM vinyl-disc-records over and over and over again, such as Aquarius, Hey Jude; and all sorts of other tunes that fit into this mess from Arnold 2 “L&O” Zachery, cubed and Cuban on quintessential steroids and Amy Cooley MUSCLES!!! Brad, if U-R out there, that was me in early 1985 at my Cinnaminson home on Highland Avenue when U got that phone call with the weird 'computer voice' quoting U that day, do U remember the incident? I did the same thing once a year later from my Highview place, but not 2 Arnold, nor even 2 Zachery, but 2 a girl named Donna Zackey, who moved into my 1802 apartment after I left there 2 try escaping Debbie Harry Blondie, and her miserable mobster gal-pals of the Playboy Bunny Elsinore Hotel of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! I believe that Sir Chester Shoe-knocker-outer Frank would say it so darn well right about now should he B here 2 chime in: “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!
I know that this blog has been sent from the Astral Plane. It was all meant 2 happen and 2 physically exist right here, I know it as if Jesus Christ Himself was here causing me 2 type out these very dern words. I am running the risk of eternal damnation here, and I feel completely confident that this was all meant 2-B and even planned out from trillions of eons ago in infinity itself. MOGOSP & GALANET R REAL, and I know it; Mister FAGOT Tommy Reale!!!!!!
END OF THIS TRANSMISSION.
That's Naught the Way I Like It, UH-HUH-UH-HUH
With or without any middle-7-DEEZ dance-music being involved here; allow me 2 get into a wee tad bit of things that R somewhat pertinent 2 these late ending year times as well as holiday-helliday times, without any of my daughter's teases being a part of it, nor any of mine thereby directed right back at her, or lovely Mizz Lizzy Duff McGuire!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR CALENDAR:
SATURDAY, DECEMBER 30, 2023---JWSC-SAT-12-10
CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 4:7
N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
WANING CRESCENT------(W-N-C)
WANING GIBBOUS--------(W-N-G)
WAXING CRESCENT------(W-X-C)
WAXING GIBBOUS---------(W-X-G)
I LOVE U SO VERY MUCH DIANA, MY AWESOME MOON
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
THERE R SO MANY THINGS THAT I AM DYING 2 GET INTO, BUT MANY OF THEM R GONNA' WAIT UNTIL I DO SOMETHING EARLY IN THE NEW YEAR, THAT MAY EXPAND MY BLOG AND MY AUDIENCE; AND DEPENDING ON THE SUCCESS OF IT, THIS WILL DETERMINE HOW I PROCEED ON THAT EXACT DEAL; AND I WILL NOT B CHANGING MY MIND!!!!!!!!! Still, Y does it in fact appear that not only I so many times, but U know very well that U all do it as well, keep changing our minds about things? Did anyone ever wonder in even the slightest wee tad bit if this cannot B along those same exact lines of my weirdly outlandishly ever-altering bathroom light lumen reality situation, I mean didn't anyone ever even remotely scratch their heads and wonder? Do U really wanna' stay endlessly stupid on steroids and keep just thinking that it is the fickle and womanly syndrome of just being permitted so many mind alterations? I am not saying 4 one single wee second here peeps that this cannot B the case perhaps somewhere between 70 and 95 percent of the times, but come on YO, those weird times once in a while, let us quote lovely coworker from me' past days at the 113 Caldor Store, back in November of 1985, Mizz Margie McFly Leo; “Wanna' cut me a break”??????
MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES CHARTS IN 2023 BOTBARS:
From 10/20/2023, through present times previous day charts close (PDCC):
2023 ANNUAL MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:
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10/20------293-------82------------------------28---X----09
10/21------294-------82------------------------28---X----10
10/22------295-------82------------------------28---X----11
10/23------296-------83------------------------28---X----12
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10/27------300-------85------------------------28---X----16
10/28------301-------85------------------------28---X----17
10/29------302-------86------------------------28---X----18
10/30------303-------86------------------------28---X----19
10/31------304-------86------------------------28---X----20
11/01------305-------86------------------------28---X----21
11/02------306-------86------------------------28---X----22
11/03------307-------86------------------------28---X----23
11/04------308-------86------------------------28---X----24
11/05------309-------86------------------------28---X----25
11/06------310-------86------------------------28---X----26
11/07------311-------86------------------------28---X----27
11/08------312-------86------------------------28---X----28
11/09------313-------86------------------------27---X----01
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12/03------337-------91------------------------27---X----07
12/04------338-------92------------------------27---X----08
12/05---339---93---27-X---09-----2023 resistance
12/06------340-------94------------------------28---X----01
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12/27------361-------97------------------------27---X----12
12/28------362-------97------------------------27---X----13
12/29------363-------97------------------------27---X----14
MONTHS 10-12 MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:
DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B
10/20-------20-----5-----------------------------------25
10/21-------21-----5-----------------------------------24
10/22-------22-----5-----------------------------------23
10/23-------23-----6-----------------------------------26
10/24-------24-----6-----------------------------------25
10/25-------25-----6-----------------------------------24
10/26-------26-----7-----------------------------------27
10/27-------27-----8-----------------------------------30
10/28-------28-----8-----------------------------------29
10/29-------29-----9-----------------------------------31
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10/31-------31-----9-----------------------------------29
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11/03-------03-----0-------------------------------------0
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11/06-------06-----0-------------------------------------0
11/07-------07-----0-------------------------------------0
11/08-------08-----0-------------------------------------0
11/09-------09-----0-------------------------------------0
11/10-------10-----1-----------------------------------10
JANE-------11-----1-----------------------------------09
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“WHATEVER”!!!!!!!!! “WHATEVER”!!!!!!!!!
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Now yes great Congressman Andrews, and old but completely Honorable olden times musical associate and semi-pal Bob, from Haddon Heights, up there in NJ-USA-ES-MWG Sir; whatever all the cases may in fact B or not Shakespearean B YO; I did not get 2 sleep on the 27th until the time where it was daylight on the 28th. My chart rules go by closing out days when I go 2 sleep 4 a minimum of 90 minutes of time or when the sky begins 2 show the smallest cracks of daylight, and in the final hours there was indeed a reason that my day was able 2 close out with a legitimately rated slightly above the BOTBAR-rating of 1 and a quarter---one and three quarters GLMA. This of course rounds both up into an actual GLMA of 1-2 and NOT QUITE BOTTOM OF THE BARREL ALREADY RATED, or BOTBAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will not get into it as it is my own dern bizz, but this is Y the day didn't go completely BOTBAR despite a major super HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC death siege on me, as most of those type of days do in fact blow out totally and completely into a full blown rotten goddessdog BOTBAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT DAY DID NAUGHT DO THAT HOWEVER, LOVELY MIZZ BLAKE, FROM AT&T IN 1983. Now there is also a small bit of good news on this day, nothing 2 go screaming so loudly about that it may get anyone arrested on a noise complaint, but yes, it is a nice little tidbit of positives on the day. Quoting my world read blog from the 5th day in October in 2008, or one of 2 posted blogs; “a little plus out of the day”, hey, it sure beats a little puss out of it, huh YO? U-C-4-U-2-B wondering just what this may all B about, is completely normal, and so I'll gladly now fill U all in here. No matter how these final 2 days close out 4 me peeps, bot or not, or split one for one; all three 'possibilities' here Mizz Elizabeth Bewitched Montgomery, & speaking of my 10/5/2008 blog work here; will produce the exact same result or the net effect of finishing out this demonic and quite hellish 4 the Mountainpen year of 2023, with a MP4B (Magnetic Percentage For BOTBAR) of 27 percent, and actually, I am able 2 do an honest 'advanced mathematical calculation' on the end of the final day, or early into New Years Day of 2024, as '27X16' MP4B. Advanced Projection Mathematical Calculations or 4 short, APMC's can B done in certain cases, but without knowing more about mathematics and percentages worked into calculated systems as some may not B all that familiar with, Y waste time trying 2 actually get into the full specifics of it, just either take my word, or go 2 a math professor worth their salt somewhere near 2-U, and they will explain how this all operates. Gee-willagars-whiz-fizz peeps!
Our love was true, our love was rare
No other love could ever compare
Now that you're gone
My spirits are low
And baby baby baby, I love you so.
© 1977 Mark Wayne Mohr
WEEEEEEEEEEEEE and ridiculous, Katy D-Q-P-----1997!
MORIANITY'S SECRETS THERMOMETER SCALE, (MSTS):
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Yes now 4 the cat coming out of the bag: 2 open this up, who out here is a super fool on mega steroids that believes that I have even told one tenth of the AUGUST 15, 1986 EXPERIENCE, that led up 2 my saying that perhaps I died that night, and that this entire mess around me ever since my waking up, is all HELL, 4 me?????????? This happened exactly 2 weeks following a trip in Manhattan with me' pal Sir David Roth 2-C his musical group friends called, “NEW SHOES” and leading into my future blogs and calling my eventual blog book and my own self as Mountainpen, KING NEBNOOSHOO meaning, King Nebuchadnezzar of Baby-blond BABYLON, and of course, as well as NEW SHOE and the reason 4 our trip into NYC that evening of the 2nd of August. Still, one week after this trip, came a trip into the great illustrious New Jersey Pine Barrens one night, and what happened 2 us at the SUBS & SWIRLS eats joint in Red Lion, NJUSAESMWG, YO peeps!!!!!!!!!!! I am of course speaking of what would B called by anyone on this planet in the end of the 2023 year time circa, the UFO encounter. We had many many more of them as well, but that was the only time we had the car screwed with, Mister Lightningpenniestore Parkinson McFly Keaton!!!!!!!!!!!!!! During the interaction where I spent 153 days in an alternate dimensional ATLANTIC CITY, and named and called over there, ATLANTICA; I had some Latin-American business partners in my land development and land management company, that was called and named, the STARBURN OUTREACH DEVELOPMENT CORPORATION, and one of them had a sister who was related 2 a dude who was once the president, James Earl Carter in this world of waking reality, and over there was still the president of the USA. It was all interconnected and commingled with some medical staff at the great Atlantica Medical Center that a couple decades following this wild dream-trip, was renamed the Atlanticare Medical Center here in the waking world and it used 2-B the Atlantic City Medical Center and 4 short, we all knew it, the locals of the area; as the 'ACMC'. Because of my trip across the dream channel into the 5-D hyperspace, this TOSE effect altered things and this name became very close 2 the name it was in my-1986-parallel dimensional reality while asleep in one 8 hour dreaming cycle only 2 me it seemed 2 last 153 days, huh there Mister pick-a-card STAR TREK Picard Patrick Russican Stuart Noncoilchoke?????????? The peeps who I was in bizz with were also part of other ventures all connected into the STARBURN deal, including our largest interest which was the musical acquisition of a major record level and altering its name shortly after, 2 the Studio Park Records Company, and is Y of course in waking life, my book in 1994 titled, 'TPB' was written and my Starburn as well as my 'SPR' was all so-called-fictionally written into the plot, and 2 this very dern day, the entire Copyright © Office knows that this is all completely real, and absolutely the truth.
No great wonderful viewer-people; the Mountainpen is neither a FAKE nor a PHONY, and U can even ask distant-cousin DJT. Of course just what he will tell U is anybody's endless best guests-guess, right along with the mighty Pink Sky Goddess!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW THAT HUUUUUUUGE STUFF, huh Senator Sanders, SIR????????? SOOOOOOOO, Mister Crane;
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER 1971 MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER 1971 MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER 1971 MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER 1971 MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER 1971 MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER 1971 MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER 1971 MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have quite a 'doozie-whopper' story 2 tell today, oh wonderful Sir-'President Barrack Obama', and it goes like thissssssss, oh lovely Mizz Erica Luccisnakes:
4:00 PM STATS CAPPED IN ON 4 DECEMBER, 2023.
All Time------------------------------------419,378
Today-------------------------------------------- 576
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Now right during the time that all of this happened, one of these guys and his sister showed me the future and made me forget what I saw, using the very same technique as was shown on a world famous superb television show from the 1960's called, “DARK SHADOWS”. In it, Doctor Julia Hoffman with lovely awesome Mizz Grayson Hall playing the roll, used a very similar type of hypnotic trick on lovely Mizz Victoria Winters when she took her 2 the basement of the old-house on the Collins estate and showed her vampire Barnabas Collins dead in his Morty-box. Her exact hypnotic trance commands 2 her were that she would never remember this consciously but that she would never forget it in her deeper under layering of conscious mind. This same exact deal went down with me in August of 1986, and only via decades of this hellishness as well as decades of blogging about it, did enough crap start 2 surface where I'll B discussing major stuff pertaining 2 all of it as 2024 comes in and moves along, and THAT is a promise, sitting, standing, or whatever-ing, Mister Bob Andrews!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This same girl and sister of one of my 3 partners, is the girl whom lived with me a decade in the future in that same damn alternate reality when I was dreaming that it was somewhere in the middle late nineties, and living in room 323 at the Trinidad Nuthouse, and somehow was owned by Donald John Trump, and it was a gigantic structure that was 60 stories or more tall, as well as being beyond HUUUUUUUGE in area and size, and spanning three city blocks, and connectable with parking sub garages, as well as many high floor annexes, that crossed over both Pacific Avenue, as well as Tennessee Avenue. Also, this girl is one of Jewelly White's ESS dream-travelers or practicing TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, and I met her at an auto place shortly after trading in my Saturn car 4 my Plymouth Breeze car, and had some work done on it after my Studio Park Records partner PPPPPPPPPPPPPPP-Pedersen screwed it up by knocking off me' drivers' side mirror, when driving it out of my garage one winter day in my rented home in Blue non whale nor parrot Anchor, NJUSAESMWG. All of these things only open up a gigantic peach fuzz amount of ice from the Titanic Ship that sunk on the 15th day in April many decades ago. This entire thing connects into Pennsylvania, Y Donna Summer did that stupid show with 'Erckle' the idiot in 1994, Y the A&E Channel delayed the documentary show about Donna until early 1995 when it was first scheduled 2 come on late in 1994 and after the © Office received my “TPB” BOOK, and also Y dozens of major things all went down way 2 lengthy 4 me 2 even start trying 2 get into right now, but the main deal is my talk with certain beings that another of these bizz partners knew, and they R also travelers or 'nohomers' as Morianity refers 2 them as, or also I will label them as simply advanced dream travelers and or T-3-E (type-3-exploratrons). They R the reason Y the internet was used 4 many things 2 gigantic 2 get into and fall into the classification as unbloggable, by me, the Mountainpen, as some stuff most definitely is just that. But they also told me in that wild 1986 interaction, that they would come and visit me within a week or so, and they did, that night at the RED LION S&S eats-place! This is only a brief opening and smattering of much stuff yet 2 come, YO peeps aldare, y-O and yes, another goddamn y-O-HACK, as I was not looking, so Harry Hogwarts POOF!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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OLD WAYS WON'T WORK SO MAYBE IT IS TIME 4 SOME NEW WAYS 2 OPERATE WITH THIS BLOG
01:46 AM, Friday, December 29, 2023
MAKING A LONG STORY AS SHORT AS I AM ABLE 2, this is a quick synopsis of recently talked about stuff and with a few opening new twists all cleverly intermingled into it. First off, I jokingly retrieved some old blog from 2019 while I was living back at the Public Housing Building or the PEE-HA 4 short. I showed how TRUMP is doing this never ending parallel event nightmare 2 me of persecuting me ruthlessly each and every time he needs 4 something he is trying 2 accomplish, 2 go his way. It is no guarantee but he absolutely knows that it does most definitely improve his odds and chances of success, by way of operating that simple but extremely effective illegal parallel event applied technology on me. The most recent deal is the example I am making now on this particular writing. His problem with the state of Maine and the election and all the crap that never ever goes away 4 me, and that is Y he had me vigorously and monstrously harassed back the day B-4 yesterday on the electrical-27th day in December. Simple as THAT, but one thing that is not simple is this: The Criminal Justice System (CJS) knows this is real and going down. I know that they do. Ron Wirtz Senior the ADA-Investigator 4 the county of Camden in New Jersey-USA knew it was all totally true also, way back in the early 1990's. They know it, and they won't lift a finger 2 stop it, and they can stop it by way of what is called, ''PATTERN-LAW'', something all of U “L&O” TV-show fans out there have heard of quite repeatedly 2, IPYT. It is called, and my spelling will B off and so I will spell it the way it seems 2-B pronounced on this marvelous and great television show, ''Molly-New''!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There really is a law that would get these enemies of mine stopped and held accountable 4 wiping out my entire completely goddamn innocent life, only the flucking CJS refuses 2 help me, as does the FBI, and all of them!!!!! It is as simple as that, only IS IT REALLY?????? Well this is what will B explored as this coming new year begins unfolding around us vely vely soon, Mister retired FCC Chairman and old pal, Bob McDowell of Cooley Amy Hall. As 4 the parallel event with the Dow Jones Averages stock market, the two sports teams in Philadelphia seemingly endlessly attached 2 this 'DJIA' stock market, this is all a by-product of TRUMP persecuting me, but he is indeed fully and totally aware of the entire deal, and has a HUGE GIANT CREW of genius peeps within his smart-circle, or as his and my fave book calls it, “a mastermind team”, and they R of course the true brains behind the deal, and never say Trump is not a genius as he knows who 2 have in this mastermind circle, and THAT is what makes someone TRULY SUPER GLASS SMART, YO PEEPS ALDARE!!!!!!!!!! I refuse 2 even B around anyone who insists with me how stupid Mister DJT is. DJT is not one wee tad bit stupid, and most likely is one of the 20 smartest people on this entire planet, as 'real smarts' is being completely aware of how 2 find, and create, and endlessly use a MASTERMIND TEAM; just as the mighty author Mister Napoleon Hill told about in his awesome book called, “THINK AND GROW RICH”!!!!!
Now my opened up topic of dreams-advanced discourse lessons, as well as the UFO Phenomenon, and the connection between these first glanced topics appearing a bit elusive, even 2 great song maestro's and butterflies of silver hue, or regular non HTHS class-trips 2 Valley Forge colors; will move along bit by bit with each blog, sort of like a serial cartoon of days long gone by. They won't B the entire blogs and may in fact merely B a small section within many of them, or some may B more lengthy and the majority of the writing, and we will C as time moves onward. Also I plan 2 return 2 work this year as the budget does not allow me 2 save when I have enemies that continue managing 2 magically keep digging into all of my savings what little there is, about a buck monthly tops, so there is no way 4 me 2 start other stuff until more money is saved. I am 2 goddamn old 2 take major risks and unless I have saved over a five figure mark of dollars, forget it, I am not risking online market trading with most recent 180-day proven algorithms nor roulette playing, no matter how seemingly lucrative my new system appears 2 have been 4 most of this entire 2023 year. I just don't take flucking risks peeps, it is just that damn simple, YO!!!!!! If somehow I could find a way 2 eat less and not care about having good tasty damn food, then I may B able 2 save a considerable sum of doe but food is all I have in life under this horrendous futhermucking Huntington curse that never ever ends and obviously is going 2 flucking dog me all the way 2 my goddamn glass grave!!!!!! Currently I have what I call a seasonal food allowance spending cap budget, where each three months or 91 days, I have a certain amount of money that can B used 4 my sodas and snacks, ice cream, and good healthy food stuffs. This cap is $1,250.00, and 4 one person, if I could ever manage not 2 care about having good stuff 2 eat, I know that I have the potential 2 save at least another 100 dollars monthly, as opposed 2 the 2024 budget that shows me at saving 100, so this means I would have 200, and then of course, the enemies never stop breaking my stuff such as the recent magical assault and damage 2 me' headphone set, and on and on and on this can go, and does go; ever since this all began around me in 1986. Here is my budget, y-O. Here comes the old trustworthy futhermucking (y-O-HACK), right on schedule, YO, and yes, I looked that time, YO!!!!!!!!!!! Beginning in a couple of days, 1-1-24, my income is a rounded off 1,720.00. My out-flow is as follows: Average utilities at FPUA---140. State Farm Auto Insurance---105. Comcast cell phone, landline phone, internet minus government funded 30 dollar medicaid award---45. Gasoline and other miscellaneous expenses---60. Rent---850. A major computer hack assault just struck me while doing this part with RENT, at 32 minutes past 2 this moUUUUUUUrning. Now back 2 the damn glass budget, YO. So adding up the expenses B-4 food out flow is: 140+105+45+60+850=$1,200.00. Averaging my seasonal food budget by dividing by three so it becomes a monthly figure, and we arrive at a rounded off approximate figure of $420.00. Now the total monies going out or the out-flow amount becomes 1,200+420=$1,620.00. So the income amount of $1,720.00 minus the out-flow amount of $1,620.00 equals a saving amount monthly of one hundred bucks, on paper at least, only it never ever comes out and in fact each month when averaged out over the past 30 months now, show that that plus one hundred dollars is actually minus one-hundred and thirty-three dollars, meaning I am going in the hole by 33 flucking bucks each and every mother clucking rod slam month, or GOING DAMN BROKE 2 say it less politely. Somehow I spend a few 2 many dollars in the eats-budget and on top of that I keep needing 2 spend money on replacing enemy-damaged things. This is how the mother clucking god dog WOMO-SPACEFORCE endlessly keeps wiping me out, and eventually, I will lose my excellent credit rating unless something alters, and the mathematics simply cannot B argued with, quoting Ed Green on the great “L&O” TV-SHOW, he said science, but science and math is all sort of endlessly commingled together. Now the income figures cannot B changed, they R fixed, hence the terms many have heard of 4 many decades now, seniors live on 'FIXED' incomes, YO!!!!!!!!!!! In the 2024 year which is but a couple of days away now, Social Security Benefits 4 me will raise up 2 the sum of $1,299. Let us round that amount up 2 the number $1,300. My United Medicare monthly allotment is $270, and my EBT Food Medicaid benefits will B around $150. So the income is 1300+270+150=$1,720.00. So this is the budget 4 the year of 2024, 1,720 income minus the outflow amount of 1,620. The supposed 100 bucks in savings never ever becomes realized and obviously due 2 my endless persecuting WOMO-SPACEFORCE enemies from EARTHLY-DOGTOWN, YO YO YO YO!!!! So this is most likely Y my returning 2 security guard work sometime in 2024 is gonna' have 2-B my soon 2 come goddog reality, gwate peeps aldare, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! I refuse 2 risk my tiny life savings playing online market games with Wall Street crooks and duplicating what happened 2 me countless times B-4 in my life as a younger adult, as well as risk money playing the dangerous nightmare flucking game called ROULETTE, not until and unless, I can double my damn current savings of just over five large!!!!!! If I can make another 5, then I will risk it in these very highly speculative endeavors, and not B-4 that time!!!
I miscalculated when I said that DIANA made good on HER second wild prediction of something beyond HUUUUUUUGE happening 2 me as SHE did once B-4 back in the early-middle nineteen-nineties, and it came true in this 21st century with the discovery of P&M, and I thought maybe this wild crazy C-K deal showing me having this wild 2.5 million dollar annual income was this next thing, but now I no longer believe it, as it is not effecting my life one small little bit, YO!!!!!!!! Still, SHE has yet 2-B wrong and if I wait long enough, who knows, BRO????????? Hey peeps, I just report the god dog news, I don't god dog make the news, BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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SO U WANT MORE TRUTHS ABOUT DREAMS AND HOW THE UFO PHENOMENON WAS ALL CREATED THROUGH THE USAGE OF THIS MAGICAL CHANNEL OF ULTIMATE ENERGY
01:38 AM, Thursday 28 December, 2023
I wasn't going 2 open up this foundation until we got into 2024 and 4 the simple mathematical reason of using the old magnetic percentages technology in much the same way that I use it on my predictions and long range forecasting of BOTBAR-DAYS in my life, and other stuff not needed 4 my getting into right now. But I think I may have learned what is peaking the interest of many of me' blogaudians and so I wish 2 try an experiment now and not wait 4 next year 2 arrive. It may have gone better 4 me by waiting as math is always the ultimate predictor, but my human emotions tend 2 get the better of me after extremely bad days come over and over again, and it seems that there is absolutely no recourse 4 me in this horrible oppressive land where I live, the USA of this post middle eighties time circa, 2 put it bluntly and precisely here 4 the entire planet 2 read and witness, if they dare!
Well if I tried 2 tell all the things folks would enjoy hearing in one fell swoop, I'll admit 2 the total impossibility of that right now, and so I must do it my own way. I must lead U slowly into a beginning foundation and then try and take things from there, moving it along in a more appropriate speed rather than do it with years of separation in time, as many have noticed that I in fact do operate in that manner, and then they turn off and leave the viewership. That frustrates their goals of learning some unfathomable truths as well as my goals of getting this information out so that I can maybe live 2-C a TYPE-1-civilization actually emerge. Okay let's start with this little teaser because believe me, it is necessary or nobody will ever put any of this crap together enough 2-B useful in the smallest meaningful ways. So can stuff from our 'dreams' actually, without one single psychiatrist daring 2 laugh at us; produce real solid 3-D effects into our life upon awakening? Well, let us say U just woke up from a really super vivid blazing goddamn nightmare where U were at your job some place and had a god awful fight with your boss and it even became physical and it got down and dirty and bloody and led 2-U being led out in an ambulance. U wake up and remember the nightmare vividly and it has U in a very angry and fowl mood and disposition, as would B expected. All peeps who do remember their 'dreams' know what it is like 2 wake up in a heightened emotional state due 2 their recent dreaming activities. So U get into work, and like magic almost, your boss starts some junk with U and it gets nasty, and normally U might shrug off his or her junk, but not after that nightmare. Push comes 2 shove and U end up jumping up and cursing at the boss and threatening 2 punch the person out. Pow, U get yourself fired. U then R so angry that on your drive home, some idiot runs a red light and plows right into your car and totally wrecks it. U-R not hurt but U-R now fit 2-B tied with elephant ropes. U jump out and as the person comes out screaming at U, U completely lose it and begin pounding. Once the person is down, U grab their head and slam it into the road over and over. One hour later U-R facing murder charges and being booked into your local county jail. Now if a nightmare can theoretically cause an entire person's life 2 dramatically alter forever such as in this perfectly acceptable and realistic example here, can other things also transfer from dream reality into wakeful reality, is obviously your next wonderment and rightfully so? Well, without yet giving U a direct answer, let us first explore the dream-channel between here and there only in reverse, so we can fully complete this quest 2 truly grasp the full possibilities involved with all of this. We all know that when we R ill or in pain from an injury, we take that into our dreaming interactions. We also know that after any traumatic experiences such as the death of a loved one or a major accident in an automobile and other such similar things, we take this into our dreams that very night producing major nightmares. So far we have learned and discussed a one-way channel of connection-proofs that cannot B doubted, and this does not even start getting into how sound can B intentionally used, and how many times we hear our dog barking while still asleep in the morning and suddenly we R dreaming something and our dog is in that dream as a direct result of hearing the barking from back in the waking world. So we take this one way channel proof of connectability here and then add 2 it how a major nightmare experience can cause our entire life 2 alter, rare as it may B, it can and it even does upon rare occasion; actually happen 2 some peeps. I of course as U all know, am one of them, from my experience back on the 15th day of August in 1986. I also talked on these very blogs, and told about the night where my pal DCR and myself were at a roadside-eats-joint in the summer of 1986 and had an encounter with a gigantic circular aerial craft that somehow completely stopped the car from running and then came back ten minutes later and hovered over us and poof, all by itself it turned on and ran as if nothing had ever gone wrong with it in the damn first place, and then it flew away and vanished entirely. What I never so far have gotten into was that in my dreams from just a few nights earlier, I had been with some strange beings somewhere, and they told me that they were going 2 come and do this 2 me very shortly. In the dream, I laughed at them, and of course, nobody was laughing that night when this all went down. Just what is this dream-channel, just how does this thing actually operate? How can it go in both directions since we absolutely know 4 a fact that it works in the one direction, from there 2 here???? A mathematical reality people is as follows: If something goes one way, it has 2 go the other way. There is no one sided coin, one way street, or any such thing as this, it is a physical and mathematical impossibility. That is powerful information, as if Einstein HIMSELF were here, HE would tell anyone of U out here that the math absolutely says this, and that mathematics cannot B disputed!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But here is where I choose 2 leave this 4 today, as I have my own reasons 4 beginning this foundation, while still here in the tail end of the '23 year. U don't need 2 know the full operation of my mind, great BLOGAUDIANS aldare! Quoting Mister Chaingiver Henningsen Red, “It's just that simple”! None of this information is being placed up here as a counterstrike or a retaliation 4 the major death attack on me most recently, or ever. There R indeed much larger concerns going down here, and again, that is all anyone of U needs 2 goddog know!!!!!!!!!!!!
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LOCAL ERRANDS AND MAJOR SKY PERSECUTION DAY 4 MOUNTAINPEN ON FINAL ELECTRICAL NUMBER OF DEMON YEAR-23
04:20 PM, Wednesday, December 27th, of 2023
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Today was end-of-month-errands DAY, or 4 short, it was my 'EOME-DAY', YO peeps aldare!!!!! Pronounce this as E-A-H-M as do I, if U wish 2; and if naught Mizz 1893 Blake, mah'm, well, that is your bizz YO BRRRRRRRRRR! Quoting my ole' musical associate from 1975-1980 times whom went onto become the great Haddon Heights, NJUSAESMWG resident Federal Congressman, & Honorable Robert Andrews; “WHATEVER”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So I went 2 my local bank branch 2 pay off me' credit card bills, then I drove a short way down the road from there, Route 1, and AKA the Federal Highway, down 2 the great locally illustrious and very crowded most all times, Sable Palm Mall and 2 me' local PUBLIX STORE, where so much great luscious foods R sold. Also this is where I met that strange dude nearly a full decade ago, well; I met him at the local library, and he worked over at the Publix. This is that time when that large AA dude knocked at my door, and quite insistently attempted 2 get into me' bizz, when this guy was over there with me in me' own damn apartment, and helping me 2 do something musically related with this very same computer that is being used right now 2 type out this message 2 U all's, yes folks, it is always musically related. These endless damn patterns never ever ever never flucking fail me in me' life, YO peeps! And U all know it, and I KNOW THAT U ALL KNOW IT, AND U KNOW THAT I KNOW THAT U ALL DO, YO BRO!!!!!!!!! I ain't being one wee tad bit cute here, this is dead-butt serious YO WEERLLD!!!!!!!!!!!!! YO FBI!!!!!!!!!!!!! YO ACLU. YO, United States Constitution!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LOUD PLANES, MAJOR CHEMTRAILING, AND HORRIBLE CHOPPERS IN THE MORNING ON TOP OF ONE FLYING CRASH LEVEL OVER ME' LEGAL RESIDENCE, 2 ENDLESSLY KEEP PERSECUTING A PERFECTLY LEGAL AND HONEST LAW-ABIDING UNITED STATES BORN CITIZEN, is an off the scales assault on me' civil rights today, FBI dudes and duddesses aldare, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes peeps, I took care of bizz today, as I normally do on one of the final days of each calendar month. There was another great sale on Pepsi products, of which my fave soda is part of; good old 'YAHOO, Mountain Dew', 2 quote the somewhat long ago ad-spots 4 their marvelous product, on television. After making that purchase at Walgreen's Store and following me' first errand 2 pay me' bills at me' local Toronto Dominion Bank branch, I went 2 Publix and caught a really nice sale on several items and saved some more money, cleaning out my remaining benefit medicare-advantage-allowance on me' Humana system, and all but finishing out me' EBT-food bennies as well, leaving me about 15 smacks. I received a letter from Medicaid of Florida a couple weeks ago telling me they lowered me' EBT amount 4 next year in 2024, and showed me as getting a higher amount than I actually am receiving each month, and the lowered amount will still B, according 2 the letter anyway, a sawbuck higher than I am actually now receiving; so whatever happens, I will worry about it later on as next year comes in. Still, how is any of this fair? They lower the bennies on food stuffs each time the cost of living raises allow a few tiny dollars of higher SS-bennies 2 try and supposedly compensate 4 inflation, and it does not of course, as my rent has been raised a solid 100 bucks, and the SS raised amount takes me from 1258 up 2 a pittance level of 1299 bucks monthly, and a whopping, TEE-HEE-HEE-HA-HA, $41 dollars monthly, so rent going up 100 and cost of living going up by 41 takes me immediately DOWN 59 smacks, then on top of this Mister Star trek Palvo Whales, oh sir; the state Medicaid tells me that because of the cost of living adjustment, I am going 2-B decreased in my monthly food allowance benefits some more. Now all I ask Mister President Biden kind sir, and anyone else in Wash Your Hands Washington 13-600 DC is thissssssss: Oh lovely Mizz Erica Luccisnakes, mah'm? HOW IS ANY OF THIS FAIR, and how R peeps supposed 2 keep going when it is endlessly stacked mathematically 2 cause the poor peeps of this once great nation, 2 end up nothing but absolute goddamn frucking total slaves of the miserable rotten SUPER WEALTHY's out there, these new-age rulers and KINGS & QUEENS, AKA the BILLIONAIRES, and maybe some of the top end multi-millionaires as well?????????? No matter how hard I try 2 endlessly do only the right thing; peeps come into my life and wreck and ruin it, cause me 2 go into endless bankruptcies, cause me 2 run 4 my very life down here from NO-JOY-ZEE 2 Flowerland-USA or NJ to Florida, cause me 2 lose all my personal things that meant the goddamn world 2 me, steal every bit of my intellectual property and get completely away with it using super tricky endless legal trickery and thievery, as my dad once called it; and on and on and on and on I can go, y-O, and yes, my goddamn flucking y-O-HACK has struck me, I wonder what it was waiting 4, YO, and yes, I looked that time, and when I look, it never goddamn happens, oh all of U great and wonderful Quantum Physicists out there who also R completely aware of the principle of quantum dynamic observation alterations, or as I've come 2 shorten that term into, Q-D-O-A!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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U WANNA' C IF U CAN DO A BETTER ROD SLAM JOB, THAN THE ILLUSTRIOUS PREVIOUS COUNTY SHERIFF DID, 2 AID ME HERE IN YOUR COUNTY, WITH THESE WOMO-SPACEFORCE DAMN GLASS ENEMIES OF MINE; OH GREAT NEW SIR, SHERIFF PEARSON, OH MIGHTY NEW GREAT SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO????????????????????
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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).
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I need naught B struck by a bolt of lovely Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis 2-C what is directly in front of me' dangrass face, peeps!!!!!
Recently again, major stuff is UP WITH TRUMP, and so look at what went Sivo-1980-DOWN WITH me' blogging audience numbers that chronologically correspond 2 this, involving the Earthly-Chaptered LAMBRIGG CULT of the ASTRAL-PLANE, which would B the WOMO-SPACEFORCE-MACYFORCE-TRUMPFORCE, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Follow the bouncing logic here peeps. Parallel Event and its intentional goddamn misuse is what has been going down around me ever since these nightmares took a stranglehold over me' life in 1986, with the Trump, after leaving his THEN CASTLE CASINO, with ole' school-chum Amy-Mad Donna blaring at me through his PA-system, and not with her Queen of Blue song either; huh there oh wonderful awesome latengrate Mister Marcucci from Cooley 1969 Hall. Yeah we don't need 2 follow the shiny badge here, oh wonderful Detective Green, nor any Manhattan doll lovelies walking past us on the damn sidewalk. A retarded goddamn child with a severe case of pneumonia can C all this, as clearly as crap stinks 2 woustern Dogtown of Purgatory!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This entire nightmare is about the misuse of this Astral Plane technology, never meant 2-B applied against humans here on this Earth-Planet, by out of control sicko's like Shorty MacInvondi, whom all of U aldare know as the identity humanly, of Sir Donald John Trump of Queens, New York-USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:
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Even if not a lot more hellishness comes me' way, a lot of major shkit is gonna' B getting told, YO peeps; as we approach the big date of the 2nd day of next goddessdog year, good old 2024. Today's major attack and the one from yesterday after the 4 PM ending of the prior period of MSTS has sent us all the way into the middle of the RED-ZONE. Now beginning at the first of the 8 stars of the R-Z, it takes a wee tad bit more WOMO-SPACEFORCE ASSAULTS ON ME, 2 bring the scale up into the next higher flucking position. Also this is a lot like the way we measure earthquakes. A Richter number 8 is 10 times stronger than a 7, 100 times stronger than a 6, 1,000 times stronger than a five; and U all get the message. So 2 does my system-scale of measuring daily OTAMMIC STRIKES on me, also operate. I choose not 2 reveal the complete way I do this measurement, as this can always give enemies 2 many ideas on how 2 fluck all the more with me, YO!!!!! My simple pernt here is that it takes less and less of stuff 2 start the scale moving 2 the right each week, and then it slows down and takes more and more hellishness 2 keep it going as it reaches into the R-Z (red zone), so quoting sir Shoe-Knocker-Outer, the one and only roommate from the year 2000, Chester-Frank and not Mister Harner, nor my daughters, either one ofem 3-D or 5-D YO, here; “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Even if nothing more happens and we all know a lot more will indeed flucking go down, Mister 1980-RPL Sivo oh sir and coworker along with other coworkers such as Mashell Cooper Hospital Daniels Nurseyeller of Camden, NJUSAESMWG; TEE-HEE-HEE MIZZ LILLY NON LILLIPUTIAN LIVERY COOLEY MUNSTER OF COURSE; what I'll B telling and squawking about will B beyond unfathomably major and quite intense cubed and totally damn glass CUBAN!!!!!!!! Speaking of daughters, both from this as well as other 'locales' and magical cities and areas such as Twinbayville, and so much more, U ain't even started 2 hear stuff yet peeps, and U-2 Latengrate awesome musical SIR, Mister Al Jolson, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! 4 now, brown eyed non-Callio COW and how now and CALL-10 phone carrier promotions; I will say that soon after wishing U all a happy New Year, prepare 2 have me go beyond blowing your minds, as U won't B able 2 NOT tie in junk from your own lives and then realize my story explains all of your stories as well, and if U die of a heart attack while reading about it, well then, in or out of alternate college towns of the Twilight Zone, “TOUGH-BEANS”, all Millionth Council peeps!!!!!!!!!! Hey if my car cannot B safely driven at night, without a lot of electrical tape, blocking numerous flashing idiot lights, ILLEGALLY BEING DONE 2 ME EVER SINCE MY TIMES IN 1990, AT THE HERMAN'S HELLY DELI, NEAR HIGHWAY 295 AND BURNT MILL ROAD ON-RAMPS WELL THEN, ALL THAT IS LEFT 2 SAY HERE IS, HOGWARTS-HARRY ON ALL OF U-2, YO!!! The death angel has been on me since the second that I woke up today, annoying the pig urine out of me, YO me' dog-dern BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That pop up screen for high-disk usage came on. I think this is all just a big smother plucking hack job from some big stupid grass trucking whack job. Hay that's just my opinion there, Mizz Mashell Daniels; but you told me back in 1980, during our slightly heated debate on life's problems, and how to exacerbate them, through the unfortunate partaking, of 'I-R-C' circumstances; that I am entitled to it, and would like to emphatically thank you; oh great one!!!!!!!!
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WOW do goddarn computers have some wild weird mind of their own and R more stubborn and insistent when they wish 2 do something, than any dozen domineering women all put together whoever lived and breathed here on this Earth-Planet, YO!!!!!!!! Now the mighty New York Apartments were called the CARRIAGE LAMP APARTMENTS, while my dad and I first lived there, and later, my mom came and he left, and his mobster pals in Philly helped him get a place in northeast Philly. Actually, I had introduced them together, and knew them first from early in 1975, as I met them through my mom's coworker, Mizz Phyllis Hillock, or some of them; and they led me 2 other peeps, and it is complicated, as well as perhaps not even 2 'wise' 4 me 2 get into here, and as my daughter might tell me through the back door, should I have asked her late last century!!!!!!!! Still, this apartment system was another one of those incredible 5-D places and 2 this day, wild dreams still follow into my present times, from there, and this is a topic that cannot ever B fully and completely blogged and told, as some stuff really is absolutely 'unbloggable'; perhaps a word that the Mountainpen made up, and perhaps naught Mizz lovely AT&T Blake from 1983, only this goes back B-4 1983, and into 1976, and 1977. There was no logical rhyming reason or game that I am aware of that could even hope 2 ever explain away logically 2 me, as 2 just Y the place was later named the NEW YORK APTS, when it is nowhere whatsoever near New York State or NYC!!!!!!
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Great peeps; when I say that this story all totally ties together, it goes far beyond anything anyone of U can possibly imagine, even beyond Earthly ATLANTIC CITY, and all of the wild and inconceivable bull slit that all has seemingly emanated from this outlandishly bizarre locale, YO folks!!!!!!!!!! It truly is McFly's tough beans, when all of this gets completely unraveled, and I haven't even begun doing it yet, lovely Mizz latengrate Carpenter, mah'm, so let me sign off 4 the night and maybe cry a little bit over me' hellish life, not because I am all alone. I love being alone, and I have always been a natural hermit who enjoys my solitude and quiet way of life, well, quiet if not for the endless post middle 1986 WOMO-SPACEFORCE PERSECUTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But couldn't she C that none of the really bad stuff was my darn fault, oh all Karen's, alive or naught alive?????????
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Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
I sure wish she liked me instead of hating me so much; Sheriff Kenneth Mascara, old buddy!!! Hey if your damn daughter hates your guts; then how do U ever hope 2 win, huh Detective Lottery-Lenny of fictional New York City's Law & Order television show, YO?????? 4 that matter, how can I ever 'WINN' when ever since those times, these primicks have had one thing on their minds, my total goddamn destruction 4 doing absolutely nothing whatsoever 2 warrant such monstrous evil behavior??????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh you greedy skit Vicki Lovesmyhair Callio, from 1970, and 1997, hang uppers club. You want bigger? You sound like Rock Spectacle L&O Teddy but I'll give you brother plucking bigger, YO, sister! Yes oh world, it is always okay 4 other peeps 2 do horrible things 2 me, only let me do the smallest wee tad bit of anything back 2 anybody; and here comes that monster rotten Mark the bad-guy on terra steroids, huh Amy Cooley Muscles, WOW were U on a muscles kick in the late 80's and early 90's girl, WOW!!!!!!!!!!!! U-R clueless 2 how bad I wanted U-2 spit out that tuna sandwich that day, right into me' mouth, U awesome blond U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please don't tell lightning what I said or she'll have me' Highland 1984 Avenue head, 4 sure, Amy-1972!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Diana, your lovely moon is awesome, despite it being chemtrailed over with all of this WOMO-SPACEFORCE DEATH SIEGE ON ME TODAY, OH GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As I type this out at 10 past 7 this horrendous rotten evening, oh U wonderful incredible ravishing girl; please keep shining down on me this monstrous evil diseased wicked and totally sin-cursed night. Thank-U lovely one!!!
Yes peeps and Blogaudians of all types; haters, intermediates, and a trickle few who may like me a wee tad bit, or merely feel some small amount of human sympathy 4 a totally HUNTINGTON CURSED INNOCENT PERSON; all I can add in here is thissssssss oh lovely Mizz Luccisnakes Erica-Susan, mah'm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not going out without a fight that lots of guilty peeps who've injured me and wiped out my entire goddamn life, won't live 2 regret in at least some small various amounts and ways, and THAT is a total absolute guarantee and promise, take it as far as a 'T****T' if U wish, as I won't break one single law doing what I need 2 do, but I may force U-2 break some, and get U caught in the act, and this is all I am willing 2 say on this now or ever. But I still learned back in the late eighties, not 2 use that T-word; as it by itself can create legal action, or so I was told quite blatantly and meanly one day, in the office of a representing agent of this once great and no longer is as far as I am concerned, nation!!!!!!!!!!! Now make trouble 4 me, when I say that; and I will immediately come after U legally; as if my own distant cousin can say the same thing, then Y can't I. He has said 4 nearly a decade now, that he wants 2 “make America great again”, so if it has 2-B made great, then it ain't so damn great. Am I misquoting, or misunderstanding something here; all of U awesome English Majors and professors out there in Cyber-village, YO?????????
AND NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHPT. 13
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SHERIFF KEN MASCARA SIR, OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA-USA; MY COMCAST CABLE DUCKING SERVICE HAS BEEN ACTING UP, AND NOT PROPERLY OPERATING. FOR A WEEK NOW, IT IS FREEZING AND ACTING SCREWED UP, AND EACH DAY SEEMS TO BE WORSE; AND THIS WEEKEND, IT IS REALLY BAD, AND I NEED TO KEEP UNPLUGGING THE ENTIRE SYSTEM AND REBOOTING IT, TIME AFTER DUCKING HUNT TIME JUST TO WATCH MY NORMAL TELEVISION; KIND SIR. EVERY SMOTHER TRUCKING TIME THAT DONALD TRUMP HAS AN EXTRA BAD WEEK POLITICALLY, HE TAKES IT OUT ON ME ON THE FOLLOWING WEEKEND, AS HE IS DOING NOW WITH THIS UTILITY SHKIT, NORMALLY PLUCKING UP MY ENTERTAINMENT AND MY CABLE SYSTEM; AND THIS HAS GONE ON FOR DECADES NOW. HE EVEN ADMITS THAT IF HE IS NAUT REELECTED, OR HE IS IMPEACHED, AND THIS IS BEING BROADCASTED ALL OVER THE ENTIRE MEDIA; THAT THE STOCK MARKET WILL TOTALLY CRASH; AND HE IS RIGHT. HE IS THE ONE PERSON WHO SAYS THIS UPON OCCASION, AND HE IS RIGHT. HE SHOULD KNOW IT TOO, AS IT IS HE WHO IS PUTTING IT UP DECADE IN AND DECADE OUT, SINCE THIS ENTIRE TRUCKING STUNT NIGHTMARE MESS ALL BEGAN AGAINST ME; AND SO DID THIS INCREDIBLE NEARLY FOUR DECADES LONG ABSURD BULL MARKET. HE IS THE ONE WHO USES THIS OTHER CLUCKING 'ICPE-APE-TECH', AND HE KNOWS JUST HOW REAL IT IS THAT IF HE FAILS, AND I EVER HAVE ANY HOPE OF VINDICATION, THIS WILL RESULT IN A REAL ECONOMIC COLLAPSE, SINCE THIS ENTIRE THING IS A GIGANTIC DUCKING PARALLEL EVENT OF ME-UP, AND THE EVIL EMPIRE-DOWN, AND ME-DOWN, AND THE EVIL EMPIRE-UP!!!!!!!!!!!! LAUGH ALL YOU WANT TO ANYONE OUT HERE, BUT THE BROTHER SHMUCKING CASINO WORLD AIN'T LAUGHING FOR A SECOND, AS THEY KNOW THAT APPLIED PARALLEL EVENT CAN DEFEAT EVEN THEIR WORLD FAMOUS FOR CENTURIES GAME OF “ROULETTE”, SHOULD THIS TECHNOLOGY BE PROPERLY APPLIED, AS DID I FOR HALF A YEAR BEFORE STARTING TO GAMBLE AND BECOME RECKLESS WITH IT, AND THEN LOST AT HIS CASTLE CASINO, BACK IN LATE OCTOBER OF 1986, ALTERING MY LIFE FOREVER AND EVER, AND JUST AS THE SONG GOES THAT I WROTE ABOUT, AND JUST AS THE UNITED STATES OFFICE OF COPYRIGHTS © KNOWS FULLY AND COMPLETELY ABOUT!!!!!!!!!!!! I CANNOT SEEM TO POST MY BLOG UP TO BLOGGER DOT COM SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, AND AM BACK ON MY WORD DOCUMENT CONTINUING THIS BLOG NOW. EITHER THERE IS A MAJOR PROBLEM THIS MORNING WITH THE ENTIRE PLUCKING STUNT INTERNET IN THIS PART OF THE WORLD, OR ELSE I AM BEING MAJOR PERSONALLY TRUCKING ASSAULTED BY TRUMP AND HIS DEMONIC TEAM FROM HELL ITSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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When I say that computers R the Dark Shadows television show's plot with the creatures without a soul, or the Leviathans, all I mean is that there is an indisputable truth here, even 4 those peeps who absolutely deplore and despise and detest the very living guts of the Mountainpen. Out of nowhere, I am suddenly the owner of a 2.5 million dollar annual income, a net worth of over 83,000 dollars at my Toronto Dominion Bank, and all sorts of wild goodies that R anything but the truth, and yet they have made this happen 4 me, and 4 reasons that I am completely baffled by. The only sinister plot goes far beyond SYFY shows, with computers that take over the world and yes, we had these shows back when I WAS A BOY A HALF CENTURY AGO; and then some other things come clear. The scriptural promises of peeps being stopped from living their lives (buying or selling), or being able 2; and then take folks like me that cannot live life anymore as we used 2 once these computers and the internet society all took over the world one day mysteriously, at least by my reflected point of view. And so what would B the agenda and motive, of giving me a large net worth and income, when in fact, I AM FLAT BROKE, MAKING ONLY A TINY PITTANCE FROM MY SOCIAL SECURITY, AND HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO POSSESSIONS WORTH MORE THAN DOUBLE DIGIT US-DOLLAR VALUES, INCLUDING MY TOTALLY BANGED UP AUTOMOBILE, THANX-2-THAT AA-LADY BACK ON 27 SEPTEMBER OF 2019, AND AT THE OBVIOUS BEHEST OF MY ENEMIES!!!!!!!!!!! And then great old ex-landlord and FBI-Agent Sir Steve Caruso, and not islander Robinson; nor mysterious and hyperdimensional blueberry-farmer of Hammonton, Pete Pote; where your home at 831 13th Street was situated at great sir. I cannot even get U feds 2 talk 2 me, after years of sending U e-mails, and telling U in person that day in 1988 at your then Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG Office, all about my woe-whiz-me stuff, and just as Mike Patt did with me 4 no good reason. U just blew me off and totally ignored me, and my problems. Oh well, huh Mizz Ann King Silva??????!!! Yes world, U definitely get placed on the forever-crack-pot lists when U end up with a true story such as mine, so what's 2 do, Mister Latengrate Sir Jack Klugman from the great awesome and almighty Twilight Zone TV-show, YO????????????????????????
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This is a major DYING utterance & declaration, and if I am found dead in this hellish joint; we all know who has indeed committed murder on the MOUNTAINPEN!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCCCCCCCCCCC
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 WOMO-SPACEFORCE SUBSKUMMITE ENEMIES, whom are VICIOUSLY PERSECUTING ME ON THIS WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 27, OF 2023; WITH OFF THE SCALE AERIAL DEATH SIEGES MOSTLY CONSISTING OF CRASH LEVEL CHOPPERS AND POISONOUS ALL-OVER-CHEMTRAILING AND SKY HARASSMENT'S OF ALL TYPES; ALONG WITH THE 'EVER-PRESENT EVERY OTHER' CONCEIVABLE HELLISHNESS THAT THESE MONSTERS HAVE BEEN PERPETRATING UPON ME SINCE THIS ALL BEGAN, AND THAT FIT EXACT PERFECT PATTERNS WITHOUT FAIL, AND R DONE WITH SOME AGENDA AND MOTIVE, THAT ENDLESSLY BLESSES THEM AND THEIR LIVES AND THEIR GOALS; AND WHICH IS ALL DIRECTLY A PART OF THE ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULT ON ME, THAT BEGAN ON THE EXACT DATE OF THE MORNING OF 15 AUGUST, IN THE YEAR OF 1986; and 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 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 a CRUSH DESTRUCT-SINGE DESTRUCT-TOTAL DESTRUCT—DESTRUCT ORDER, and 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.
Now my most recent PE-2-ROULETTE GAMES went as follows: I made an error, when I said that I won on my first spin on my most recent post of gaming information as I was looking at a different game in my gaming log book and my short term memory of 10-70 hours is beyond rotten and miserable, or untrustworthy on steroids 2-B even moire blunt and far less Tommy Rowe polite, without jams and jelly being one wee tad bit involved here, or great 1969 music, as this year, IMHO was filled with it, and then came those 70-DEEZ and the end of truly great music forever, modern-day music, that is!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes it was on the 2nd wheel spin that I won that Christmas-Day Game, and the game that I played right B-4 beginning this blog today was one of those rinse and repeat or back-2-back deals, another 2nd spin win. My win on the 25th was 22 units profit. My win right now today was 28 units profit, and so in 4 total wheel spins or TOWS my total P&L (profit +) was a nice cool 50-UNITS, so quoting what should have proceeded the remark made by Sir Chester-Frank that evening in some Jersey bar, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!
MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR CALENDAR:
WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 27, 2023---JWSC-WED-12-27
CURRENT PHASE IS: FULL MOON
N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
WANING CRESCENT------(W-N-C)
WANING GIBBOUS--------(W-N-G)
WAXING CRESCENT------(W-X-C)
WAXING GIBBOUS---------(W-X-G)
Hey, all lovely Katy-girls aldare:
END TRANSMISSION.
02:25 PM, STATS CAPPED IN on 12/26/2023, “BOM”
All Time---------------------------422,081
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IS IT A PLANE, IS IT A BIRD, IS IT SUPERMAN, IS IT THE HOLIDAY, IS IT THE GALAXY NETWORKING SYSTEM, AND YES MY VOTE IS ON THE GALANET
Then with the adjusted amount of needed inflation, the 964 thousand dollar question becomes; okay it is the GALANET. But who wants 2 endlessly screw with me, and make me miserable, and 4 what possible goddamn reason; and Y do they keep knocking off my own legally paid 4 photograph, let alone most of my other photos on this 18 year long blog-project? I do not think that the GALANET can explain that one at least all by itself. It may in fact all B being done by peeps who R not yet born, from Doctor Bruce Trilane Goldberg's antimatter spaces, but that leaves so much still forever goddamn endlessly unanswered!!!
I wouldn't wish on my worst enemies, a life like mine; nor do I hope anyone of them had a rottener holiday and X-mas than did the Mountainpen. Still, all that happened 2 me was completely totally expected, YO!
Oh U awesome and forever illustrious Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI), keep lifting your weights and enjoying your lives, and my best 2 Sheriff Simon's wonderful sister's husband Jim. WOW-THIS. Also me' best 2 me' ole' final NO-JOY-ZEE-USA Landlord, and your then in late 2009 Austin, Texas-USA Agent, S-C. My recent wild and beyond incredible dreaming interactions will soon B told and explained just how all things endlessly connect together in 5 full and absolute dimensions, just as these blogs have preached about 4 the past 18 solid goddamn years!!! And so just how can I naught wonder if U were not all in on this KING WASHCLOTH FAMILY DEAL all along, YO 'FEEB'-peeps???????
END TRANsdimensional AND END TRANSMISSION!
VIOLATION OF MY CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, FBI
FBI, HOW LONG R-U GONNA' ALLOW THESE WOMO-SPACEFORCE PRICK ENEMIES 2 PERSECUTE ME WITH ILLEGAL ACTS IN TOTAL VIOLATION OF MY UNITED STATES RIGHTS GUARANTEED ME UNDER THE CONSTITUTION?
I am e-mailing U again, FBI, &CC 2 Cong. B. Mast.
1997 MOTHER DOOMSDAY, AND CHRISTMAS 2024, 4 HER DAMN SON, WAS A NASTY ROTTEN BOTBAR
TUESDAY, DECEMBER 26, 2023, @ 12:25 AM
JWSC-TUE-12-6
WORLD LABORATORIES SEND BACK TEXT DATE AND TIME GALANET FILE WLSBT-GDF-CEN-21-122623.017
12:25 ANTE' MERIDIAN
TUESDAY MORNING
26 DECEMBER, 2023
FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES CHARTS IN 2023
2023 ANNUAL MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:
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MONTHS 9-12 MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:
DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B
9/28-------28-----5-----------------------18----X----1
9/29-------29-----6-----------------------21----X----1
9/30-------30-----7-----------------------23----X----1
10/01-------01-----1---------------------------------100
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MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR CALENDAR:
TUESDAY, DECEMBER 26, 2023---JWSC-SAT-12-6
CURRENT PHASE IS: FULL MOON
N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
WANING CRESCENT------(W-N-C)
WANING GIBBOUS--------(W-N-G)
WAXING CRESCENT------(W-X-C)
WAXING GIBBOUS---------(W-X-G)
Well there is a wee tad bit of good news today along with the ever and seemingly endless string of lifelong bad news 4 me; the pitiful goddessdog Mountainpen. Despite me' dang day going officially 2 the BOTBAR RATING, AT RIGHT PAST HALF PAST MIDNIGHT, ON THIS NEW CALENDAR DAY BUT STILL 4 CHART PURPOSES ON X-MAS DAY-12-25; the mathematical magnetics-reality has broken through a technical charted resistance level that has gone on throughout this goddessdog entire 2023 year, and that being, 27 times 9 magnetic percentage 4 the annual 2023 BOTBAR being an absolute impregnable resistance 4 me, YO!!!!!!!! Yes world, X-MAS DAY-2023 despite being HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC as well as rotten BOTBAR, still managed 2 break out of a YEAR-LONG RESISTANCE LEVEL, and I now am holding at a 27 X 10 MP4B on the year of 2023, and yes, I realize it has only one final week 2 go, and this makes it extra powerful and positive, so please gorgeous Mizz Desire' Twinbay of Egg Harbor Township, NJUSAESMWG; do not say, nor insist, that your little white boy pal, who now resides in sunny paradise Flowerland-USA-HA-HA-HA; is the biggest glass half empty kind of a guy, and pessimistic dude that U ever met in your 'then' 27 years of life, back in the autumn of 2008; missy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When it is logical and most definitely called 4, I can and do enjoy being, quite the optimist, only the situation indeed does rarely call 4 me 2 do so, oh lovely giant girl of E-H-T-NJ-USA!!!!!!!
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
The real joke is on all of U out there in this world. If any of U, and I MEAN ANY OF U, FROM MISTER MOMMY'S BOY-TOY SIDNEY COHEN CROWN 2 anyone else including my 1969 pal Brads mom's admirer Mister Dangerfield; was going through one eighth of what I have had 2 endure in my life, U would B long dead and gone, or else locked up forever in either a padded cell or a prison cell; let me promise U this right here and right now, lovely Lieutenant Anita L&O VanBuren, mah'm!!!!!!!!! Just my nightmare with this parallel event, forget the choking, the music industry, the family; and a zillion other things. Just the damn dirty glass PARALLEL EVENT deal from back in 1986. Not one of U out here would have been able 2 come through it alive and sane as I have, so please YO, do naught keep judging me so dog dern harshly, okay KING of rooftops, parking lots, and wild kids? I write down all of my many transdimensional hyperspace travels (dreams) in full detail, and they never will get lost nor forgotten, not any time soon anywho!!!!!!!!!!! Soon, I will B blowing your minds on very recent dreaming interactions, as well as tying in the entire TOSE and 5th dimensional interconnect realities all hidden within these otherwise normally hidden fabrics of occult truths, and as some of U may know without me telling it 2-U, the word 'occult' actually means, “HIDDEN”. Go ask Alexa or Mister Google, or whatever all of U internet digitized new age folks all luv-2-do every day. JEEZ-LOUISE Surfer Fonty! I am going 2 close down now 4 today. This was another one of my bad rotten times, and the final straw was right around half past midnight, when my office program did not seem 2 want 2 load some files up 4 me, and that was it; straight 2 BOTBAR!!!!!!!
''THE END'', ALL U LOVELY KATY'S ALDARE, 1997-2007!!!
Now Yet Another Annoying and Noisy Community Room Dinner Holiday Event Going down Today, Mister Coworker From 1980 Joseph Sivo
3:36 PM, Monday afternoon, Christmas garbage Day, 25 December, 2023
NOISE---NOISE---NOISE---NOISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOISE---NOISE---NOISE---NOISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOISE---NOISE---NOISE---NOISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOISE---NOISE---NOISE---NOISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOISE---NOISE---NOISE---NOISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOISE---NOISE---NOISE---NOISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOISE---NOISE---NOISE---NOISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOISE---NOISE---NOISE---NOISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOISE---NOISE---NOISE---NOISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOISE---NOISE---NOISE---NOISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOISE---NOISE---NOISE---NOISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOISE---NOISE---NOISE---NOISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS IS NOW 3 OUT OF THE LAST 4 DAYS AND NIGHTS OF LOUD COMMUNITY ROOM ACTIVITIES, AND I HAVE LIVED HERE 3 YEARS NOW OR IT WILL B-3 YEARS COME FEBRUARY, AND NEVER HAVE I SEEN 3 OUT OF 4 DAYS WITH MAJOR C-R ACTIVITY SUCH AS THIS BEGINNING LAST THURSDAY NIGHT WITH THE NORMAL BINGO GAME. I KNOW IT IS THE X-MAS HOLIDAY, BUT NEVER IN ALL 3 YEARS HERE HAS ANYTHING SUCH AS THIS EVER GONE DOWN, WITH NIGHT AFTER NIGHT CARS PARKED WITH LOUD CAR DOORS GOING OFF EVERY COUPLE OF MINUTES, ALL AROUND MY PREFAB-JOINT HERE, MISTER GODDESSDOG STEVE WINN OF ATLANTIC CITY AND LOS VEGAS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, QUOTING MACK KAITER ME' OLE' CAMP COUNSELOR HERE FROM THE MIDDLE LATE 1960'S, OR QUOTING WHAT I USED 2 SAY 2 HIM THAT IS, OVER AND OVER AGAIN, “THIS IS RIDICULOUS” YO BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As 2024 comes in, I plan 2 open up a lot of stuff that ties many of these 2023 opened-foundations all together and in beyond goddamn amazing ways. SO KNOW THAT GREAT FOLKS, if U ever knew anything at all whatsoever. Thank the gods 4 headphones, my H-U-TAPE pink noise, and other forms of perfectly learned compensations 4 my numerous and endless decades-long annoyances in this miserable rotten life that U all cherish so daggan much aldare folks. Now speaking of learned behaviors on my part, let us begin carefully examining what U would all seemingly endlessly B completely dismissing as pure random chance coincidences going down all around me. If not 4 my knowing that it is major urgent 4 me 2 have a spare pair of headphones, remember how just B-4 this 4 days of C-R noise and annoyances, and out of the blue and 4 absolutely no logical rational reason at all, MY HEADPHONE SET JUST BUSTED. My enemies hoped that I was just saying that I had a spare pair, well, I DO HAVE A SPARE PAIR, AND WITHIN THE NEXT COUPLE OF WEEKS, I WILL B BUYING MY SPARE-PAIR 4 THE PAIR NOW IN USE, IT IS NO DIFFERENT THAN A SPARE TIRE IN A FLUCKING AUTOMOBILE, YO. We all know, who drive cars, and that is most adults; that we keep a spare. When the spare is then needed 2-B used, and no spare is now available 4 our next emergency, the first thing on our priority list is a trip 2 our local mechanic or tire store and a replacement tire is placed on our worst and most worn tire of the 4 on the car, and then that tire becomes our new spare tire 4 our trunk. At least, this is how it was done B-4 the day of modern times and stupid silly donut-tires. That is a very dangerous way 2 run a candy store, at least Mashell Daniels mah'm, in my little humble opinion, YO. There R-2 many peeps who drive 2 many miles on donut tires that R supposed 2 max out around 50 miles or so, as I said, U can have this entire new goddessdog age, as I-4-1 think that these new days and times totally completely stink 2 all get out of DOGTOWN and back, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But driving and car tires simply ain't me' pernt here Mister Archie Bunkerqueens, Sir. Me' pernt is I AM NOT IMAGINING MY LIFE, AND THIS ENTIRE LIFETIME OF MINE, WHERE THIS IS ALL GOING DOWN WITH ME, first we have annoying me with noise; something always and forever used against me by these WOMO MONSTER MILITUFORCE ENEMIES. Then comes the next unmistakable deal here. The property damage deal and pre-planned along with the soon 2 come 4 day noise assault, the busting of my headset, where suddenly 4 no reason whatsoever, the right side of the plastic piece breaks, and the set cannot B worn. Either phones break themselves electronically, or else the set itself busts so that it simply cannot B worn. Either or, the net effects and results R always the same, they're just suddenly goddamn completely busted and not usable any more. Simple as that. But all of this is simply 2 cause me endless woe-whiz-me problems, annoyances, and a nightmarish rotten life in general, and it is as simple as that. The goal and motive of the WOMO is as clear 2 someone whom is suffering, and somehow surviving through it; as the Grand Canyon would B when standing at the famous area where tourists go and stand near a railing that overlooks the incredible expanse. There is simply no way of missing it, yet let's face it peeps. Should U as a sighted person stand there with ten bus loads of Stevie Wonder sightless folks, well, U will still B the one whom is clearly seeing that great lovely awesome Grand Canyon, those other peeps will C nothing but empty blackness. This is what the Mountainpen has been suffering through now 4 coming up on 70 mother ******* **** sucking years!!!!! Now B-4-U judge me wrongfully and say I am an old complaining prude, well then YO, U-R completely WROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG, 2 quote that lovely girl on the TV-ad-spot hair shampoo commercials from 1980. I actually like activities going down around me, it only gets on my nerves when one of two things start 2 happen, and both of them indeed have kicked in 4 me with this particular deal. First, it is the constancy or amount of times day after day after day after day, literally, with one day of exception. Then secondly, it is the Daniels-Dream-Deal or the D-D-D thing that is a lifelong beyond frustration and annoyance. David Roth noticed it without my ever saying goddessdog Halloweentown Mayor Callio Botbar BOO 2 him first, EVER. He is quoted now by the Mountainpen, “We get jobs or go someplace, or do something new, and wow, at first it is like a wonderful breath of fresh air, and then in no time whatsoever, one day it all just turns into ****”. He saw this 4 himself just from being around me and being my pal after we had met at the 113 Caldor Department store in Woodbury Heights, NJUSAESMWG in early November of non-McFly 1985. And this is also Y the WOMO SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES hated our meeting and becoming friends, as they want me endlessly forever goddamn totally isolated and away from anyone who can witness this astral plane hellishness happening all around me and realizing that I AM NOT THE NEW JERSEY CRACKPOT that WFMU-INTERNET-RADIO has depicted me 2-B. Even Mister COOLEY HALL DAVID LEIGH SMITH was able 2 recognize this with me and made several comments 2 me concerning the fact that it appeared as if some invisible something was constantly attempting 2 keep me isolated 4 some unknown reasons. Many peeps around me in my life have come 2-C in fact, some powerful stuff, and the more they begin 2-C and 2 help me in even the smallest possible ways, they 2 begin 2 get that Magical Hewitt Colleen Ghost Whisperer Television Show Treatment, and 4 short I may call and reference this from now on as simply the 'MHCGWTST'. Any fan of the 'G-W' TV-show and knows of this episode with the stalker-lawyer and the girl whom he indirectly murdered named Colleen, knows just what I am speaking of here, and don't tell me that the goddamn futhermucking law enforcement and CJS peeps do not know about all of this as well. They just don't have the living stinking balls 2 ever get behind me and help me, 4 whatever the real reasons may B. Most of these reasons at least in my opinion, have 2 do with what in America could easily B called and referenced 2 as the C-S (celebrity-syndrome)!!!!!! The mighty ADA-Investigator Mister Ron Wirtz Senior of Camden County, NJ-USA, proved my point here, 100 goddamn percent. He absolutely refused 2 help me at all in one thing that he knew of in my life, and yet was willing 2 help me with other things. This thing that he refused 2 touch was the PLAYBOY-BUNNY DEAL, and me' nabe slut below me in unit #1801 at the great illustrious ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS of Voorhees, NJUSAESMWG. He was completely totally unwilling 2 touch this or help me in any way with her because of world famous Debbie BLONDIE Harry, and one way or another, at least, I CAN USE THAT AS ME' PROOF 2 WHAT I AM CLAIMING RIGHT NOW TODAY, ON THIS VERY MOST CURRENT BLOG WRITING, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now B-4-U all turn off your brains, if this deal with BLONDIE and her gal-pal is a wee tad bit self evident and axiomatic now with some of U more open minded viewer-Blogaudians out there, how about all of my peeps, beginning with the endlessly awesome and beyond illustrious PATTY & MERRY, 4 crying out louder than dog stenches on steroids?????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Girl, I'll Tell U anything, huh; wanna' cut me one of those famous brakes of yours; oh U lovely coworker from McFly-1985, Mizz Caldor Margie Leo??????????? Jesus Christmas Trees, and speaking of that, and along with magical transdimensional Cooley Hall lobbies, and X-mas trees and angel singing flash-toy visitations; on top of the C-S, I also am endlessly seemingly dealing with the SHUT YOUR FACE, OR WE WILL WPIX-TV PERSECUTE U FOREVER, AGENTS FALCON AND CONDOR Syndrome, as in the PROJECT-BLUEBOOK peeps not liking what is happening all around me, and starting at the tail end of the year of 1969, that actually forced them 2 take their great project much deeper underground, and as far as the world was concerned, the 'P-B-B' was now ended and over forever; only it merely transferred over 2 secret black cove-ops parts of the already existing agency whom we all know of as NASA!!!!!! Y else did I get harassed every single time they launch a rocket, knowing about how PARALLEL-EVENT has become so attached into my personal life ever since the crash of the SHUTTLE-CHALLENGER rocket, early in 1986; and right B-4 this nightmare all got a real foothold and stranglehold around me neck forever and ever and ever???????????? Well, on a day like this, it is 2-B mother ******* completely expected, and pow, here we go again, Mommy-D and Dock Shriner of the C-F-S of Exton 1971 Pennsylvania-USA. Mizz Thistlethorns Sleazeweedsdisease Slopholedungface Jane, just nailed me with her rotten lousy stinking ones-assault, and so now I need 2 compensate with me' groupings of 5-NUMBERS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I shan't lie, and I already knew it would happen B-4 crashing last night into bed; since math is god and flucking king, and it always was, and it always will B. My MP4B CHARTS (Magnetic Percentage For BOTBAR) show a technical annual 2023 absolute RESISTANCE at 9 days straight of 27 percent, and not allowing me 2 ever reach 27 times 10 or a 10 straight day at the lowest so far percentage 4 BOTBAR which is 27%, YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND THIS IS WHERE YESTERDAY THE GODDAMN FLUCKING 24th OF DECEMBER OF 2023 CLOSED OUT 4 ME, ON ME' GODDAMN GRASSMOLE LIFE CHARTS, OH GWATE FWOLKS ALDARE!!!!!! So allow me 2 show U all what the goddamn Mountainpen is squawking about here BRAHHH!!!!!! TANKS & BOOM.
MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES CHARTS IN 2023
2023 ANNUAL, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:
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10/22------295-------82-----------------------28---X----11
10/23------296-------83------------------------28---X----12
10/24------297-------83------------------------28---X----13
10/25------298-------83------------------------28---X----14
10/26------299-------84------------------------28---X----15
10/27------300-------85------------------------28---X----16
10/28------301-------85------------------------28---X----17
10/29------302-------86------------------------28---X----18
10/30------303-------86-----------------------28---X----19
10/31------304-------86-----------------------28---X----20
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11/02------306-------86-----------------------28---X----22
11/03------307-------86-----------------------28---X----23
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11/05------309-------86-----------------------28---X----25
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11/07------311-------86-----------------------28---X----27
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12/23------357-------96-----------------------27---X----08
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10/22-------22-----5-----------------------------------23
10/23-------23-----6-----------------------------------26
10/24-------24-----6-----------------------------------25
10/25-------25-----6-----------------------------------24
10/26-------26-----7-----------------------------------27
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11/09-------09-----0-------------------------------------0
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I paused long enough 2 play my noise persecution best numbers on my roulette-parallel event-2 system that I'll shortly B applying in real life. I put me' $ where me' mouth was back in 1986, and it altered me' life, and I plan 2 do it once more, as I have absolutely nothing whatsoever 2 lose. The way slit stands 4 me now, my 100 savings budget 4 the year of 2024 will always B stopped and interfered with, as each month, at least that extra amount is eaten into by some sort of WOMO enemy assault that costs me money, in one way or Blondy another, and in or out of the goddessdog 1980's time circa, YO!!!!!!!!!! I will discuss me' budget and how there is no hope unless I leave 4 Atlantic City and begin 2 kick their grassmole in the damn casinos there using my persecution system of P-E-2!!!!! Anyway, I stopped after my very first spin won, and yes, during noise, my 5's number-multiples works the best, and the first spin of the wheel was number 10 black and even. WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS perhaps lovely 1997-D-Q-Katy-PEE; only I was looking 2 say WEEEEEEEEEEEEE, sir Chester-F! It is a quarter past 5 this evening now, and this is my second WOMO-SPACEFORCE LOUD SQUEALING SOUND ASSAULT ON ME, MAKING PROPERTY DAMAGE AND NOISE MY NEXT PARALLEL 4 PLAYING ROULETTE NUMBER GROUPINGS. Suddenly & 4 no apparent reason, while taking off my head set 2 adjust my eye-glasses on my face; a loud squeal came out 4 about 2 goddamn seconds, and earlier my lightning-communications system that works in conjunction with me' landline telephone also made a nasty squealing sound late this morning while still asleep. I am of course SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC ON THIS CHRISTMAS DAY, OF ENDLESS DEATH SIEGE; and now it is time 2 get my MAGNESONIC on the mother ******* job and counterstrike these diseased mother ******* glass stoles!!!!!!!!!!! I have been BOTBUR 4 the past couple of hours and one more major incident and this day is of course completely closed and over and rated as BOTTOM OF THE BARREL ALREADY RATED OR 4 SHORT, BOTBAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAJOR DEATH SIEGE AND DYING DECLARATION, GREAT NEW SHERIFF PEARSON OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA-USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS IS A MAJOR-MAJOR-MAJOR MOTHER *******
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This is a major DYING utterance & declaration, and if I am found dead in this hellish joint; we all know who has indeed committed murder on the MOUNTAINPEN!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCCCCCCCCCCC
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 WOMO-SPACEFORCE SUBSKUMMITE ENEMIES, whom are VICIOUSLY PERSECUTING ME ON THIS NIGHTMARE ROTTEN MONSTROUS CHRISTMAS DAY IN 2023, ON THIS 25th DAY IN DECEMBER, WITH POWERFUL UTILITY SIEGE, NOISE SIEGE, AND MAJOR MISERIES ENDLESSLY CAUSED 2 YOUR CREATOR MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR, WITH OFF THE SCALE 'HOLIDAY-HELLIDAY' ALWAYS AND EVER-DEPENDABLE DEATH SIEGES OF ALL TYPES, AND ALL OTHER CONCEIVABLE HELLISHNESS THAT THESE WOMO-SPACEFORCE MONSTERS HAVE BEEN PERPETRATING UPON ME SINCE THIS ALL BEGAN, AND THAT FIT EXACT PERFECT PATTERNS WITHOUT FAIL, AND R DONE WITH SOME AGENDA AND MOTIVE, THAT ENDLESSLY BLESSES THEM AND THEIR LIVES AND THEIR GOALS; AND WHICH IS ALL DIRECTLY A PART OF THE ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULT ON ME, THAT BEGAN ON THE EXACT DATE OF THE MORNING OF 15 AUGUST, IN THE YEAR OF 1986; and 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 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 a CRUSH DESTRUCT-SINGE DESTRUCT-TOTAL DESTRUCT—DESTRUCT ORDER, and 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.
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GO TO G-189, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND
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Mark Wayne Mohr Blogs 2006-2015 ©
“Quit hacking”, U frucking murk coughs, and Captain-Major Ronald Hunter of Titan Security of early 1987. Holy piss, Mashell Blankenship; why did you like me so much, you gorgeous freaking teen queen; SHEEEOOOT? Ringboats Mister Charlie, calling Miss Chillie, and Mister 601 CB Handle-Persons. Please DON'T come in! Also, give my very best to Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle. Tell her how much I love her. She can go on hating and despising me forever. That won't change a 'dog' thing, Mister Spock. So rest easy, YO. WEEEEEEEEEE, oh that wovwee Lakehouse Lightning, WABBIT! In all honesty, lads and lassies; what are the odds of not only a really cool and gorgeous lightning storm that had only those three colors, as in the Lakehouse 'Dreams', but on the 27 day in July, both in 2007 and in 2008. What really are the odds here; Professor Michio Kaku of NYU? Do you know????
DDDDDDO YOU KNOW, OR YOU HAPPY WITH YOUR 20 YEAR DEFAULT JUDGMENT ON ME, L.C. PENNEY? MAYBE I WAS NEVER PROPERLY TAUGHT BY ANYONE, HOW TO DUCKING DDDDDO DDDDDO DDOOO IT RIGHT BACK IN THE MIDDLE NINETIES. HOW LONG HAS THIS EVIL ESS BEEN EAVESDROPPING AND SPYING ON EVERY SINGLE THING I DO, AND MOVE I MAKE; MISTER PRESIDENT? I WOULD GIVE MY DANG SOUL TO KNOW THIS, MY GREAT FRIEND. DON'T LISTEN TO THOSE BASTARD BUMS UP THERE IN DC SIR, YOU ARE DOING A FANTASTIC JOB 'B-O', SO KEEP IT UP, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Looks so peaceful and serene here. I never forgot that gorgeous Twinbay from Egg Harbor Township. Maybe if I lose my rotten and pessimistic attitude, and admit to me'self that Ziggy's 1969 advice to me was really on the money, that went, “Mark, you don't 'KNOW' nothing”; maybe she will let me take her on a sea cruise with Franky Ford, or just to a nice picnic right here in this lovely park, as shown above! AHA.
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I get clocked, clobbered, and cubed in hyper time; lovely 1977 Princess Leah, and mean rotten Darkvader-Darthvader Callio Martino. I get clocked, clobbered, and cubed in hyper time; lovely 1977 Princess Leah, and mean rotten Darkvader Callio Martino. I get clocked, clobbered, and cubed in hyper time; lovely 1977 Princess Leah, and mean rotten Darkvader Callio Martino. I get clocked, clobbered, and cubed in hyper time; lovely 1977 Princess Leah, and mean rotten Darkvader Callio Martino. I get clocked, clobbered, and cubed in hyper time; lovely 1977 Princess Leah, and mean rotten Darkvader Callio Martino. I get clocked, clobbered, and cubed in hyper time; lovely 1977 Princess Leah, and mean rotten Darkvader Callio Martino. I get clocked, clobbered, and cubed in hyper time; lovely 1977 Princess Leah, and mean rotten Darkvader Callio Martino. I get clocked, clobbered, and cubed in hyper time; lovely 1977 Princess Leah, and mean rotten Darkvader Callio Martino. I get clocked, clobbered, and cubed in hyper time; lovely 1977 Princess Leah, and mean rotten Darkvader Callio Martino. I get clocked, clobbered, and cubed in hyper time; lovely 1977 Princess Leah, and mean rotten Darkvader Callio Martino.
'I TRIED TO ESCAPE ATLANTIC CITY MORE THAN ONCE'
CHAPTER 23
Boy oh boy oh boy, have I been an angry person lately. Thank you great audience for permitting me the privilege of expressing that decades old pent up anger about family, the music bizz, and the unholy treatment of me by the occupants of this world, for six decades now; starting with my clumsy klutz mother spilling me out into the street on my head, in Philly-PA-USA, as an infant; when she tripped and fell one day, on her way to a doctor. Don't worry, this blog is short; and won't be all filled up with righteous anger and indignation on the part of this blogger. WHAAAAAAA-BIT, how silwee of me, maitees????????????????
MARCH 13, 2015,
FRIDAY EVENING AT 05:42,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE 77 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE TODAY-----(H-82/L-71)
HUMIDITY IS 71%, FEELING LIKE 80 DEGREES.
WIND IS ESE AT 17 WITH GUSTS TO 33.
SUP FOLKS; IT IS ONLY ME, THE MOUNTAINPEN; WHO ELSE, YO?????????????????
I TRIED TO ESCAPE ATLANTIC CITY MORE THAN ONCE
CHAPTER 23
I said it before and am saying it again, great people out here; I am at the Public Housing on Avenue B and Seventh Street. No time travel, no restaurants, no nothing, and hey YO, W—O—W, all of U WIPE-OUT-WOMEN EVERYWHERE! When I printed how my life was destroyed by my wonderful awesome daughter, maybe some had a bit of pity, you know, a WEEE tad bit, but who can ever know? Still, the evil Satanic world sure had a financial laugh on me, you know, empire to empire, and ICPE-APE-WISE.
HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 101
THIS IS NOT A SCUMRAM/SUNRAM RED ALERT; BUTTTTTT, IT IS A NON SUNRAM 1970 ECLIPSED ALERT, YO YO YO YO YO PAM AG!!!!!
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I HAVE MOTHER DUCKING DEATH ANGELS OUT THE MOTHER TRUCKING YIN-YANG. IT IS RELENTLESS AS A MOTHER PLUCKING BIRD CHEWING SHORE WITH UNLIMITED CRACK COKE IN HER POSSESSION!
THEY WILL NOT ALLOW ME TO BE CURED OR TREATED FROM WHAT THEY ALL DID TO ME IN 1983, AND NOT ONE OF THOSE BATS BIRDS ARE INNOCENT, THAT ARE ON MY MOTHER DUCKING BLOGS, NOT A ONE!!!!!!!!! BUT YOU WILL FIND THAT I WON'T DIE AS EASILY AS YOU THINK I WILL. IT HAS BEEN TRIED OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN, MOTHER TRUCKING RATS GRASS BATS BIRD BOTTOM FEEDERS. I WILL HAVE TO LEAVE THIS EVIL EMPIRE IF I EVER WANT TO FEEL HALF NORMAL AGAIN, AND SO, I PUNT HUFFING PLAN TO, AND DANG GLASS SOON, YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CHEMTRAILS ARE SUPER MAJOR ALL OVER FORT PIERCE TODAY, SO FOR THOSE WHO WANT TO COME AND TAKE YOUTUBE POST PIX; YOU NEED TO BE IN FORT PIERCE, AND YOU WILL BE THE NEXT STUNT SPEWING DUCKING INTERNET CELEBRITY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE DOCTOR WENT SOUTH ON ME, THE PLUCKING CHEMTRAILING ASSAULT WAS OFF THE SCALE, AND THEY BROKE THE FAN IN MY MOTHER CLUCKING BUNT TAPPING AUTOMOBILE, THAT RUNS THE CLIMATE CONTROL. IT IS NOT ENOUGH TO MAKE ME DEATHLY MOTHER DUCKING ILL, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR; BUT THESE SMOTHER TRUCKING DISEASED BIRDS WANT ME TO ROAST ALIVE AS WELL, SIR. LIKE HUNT SKEATING TRUCKING SUPER GRASS WOW, KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ALL THIS DUCKING GRIT IS JUST MORE NAILS IN THEIR BIG FAT THROBBING BLOCK TICKING COFFIN, GREAT PEEPS OUT HERE, YO. NOT ALL OF THESE THINGS COULD ALL BE JUST HAPPENING TO ME. THIS AS ANYONE CAN SEE, IS A MAJOR COVERT DEATH ATTACK TO WIPE ME OUT IN A WAY NOT PROVABLE IN A RUNT SLAPPING TRUCKING NORMAL COURT OF LAW!!!!!!!!!!!! AND THEN WE ALL WONDER JUST WHY THE DEATH ANGEL, MORTY MORTINO, IS ALL KICK FLICKING OVER ME, LIKE FLIES ON A HOT JULY STINKING GRASS GARBAGE TRUCK? Hey Marge!
MAGNESONIC WILL LOCATE ALL THOSE THAT HAVE DONE ALL OF THIS TO MOTHER DUCKING RUNT BEATING PATHETIC FRAIL LITTLE ME, AND ALL OF THOSE WHOM THEY LOVE, AND HOLD DEAR TO THEIR DUCKED UP DISEASED RATS BIRD HEARTS; AND WILL TOTALLY WIPE OUT, CRUSH, AND OBLITERATE, EVERY MOTHER DUCKING ONE OF'EM, YO YO YO YO, AND THAT I STUNT DOING PROMISE ALL OF YOU!
Diana came back again also, with lovely colorful dazzling displays of her scrumptious lightning. She knows I want to literally eat her up. She is just so awesome, and beyond ravishingly gorgeous, YO! YEAH, that was a PIP, Twilight Zone Mister Billy Mummy; so where are you when I really bird fluffing need you, lovely LIGHTNING??????????? I BROTHER SHMUCKING NEED YOU RIGHT IN MY MOTHER PLUCKING BED; U GIANT COIL, AND MY ENDLESS LOVE. YOU NEED TO BURN AND FRY ME OUT OF THIS HORRENDOUS AND ETERNAL SMOTHER DUCKING NIGHTMARE HELL CUBED, CUBAN; AND SUPER BROTHER DUCKING CUBAN, YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND ALL GREAT CASTRO BROTHERS, MY BRO!!!!!!!!!!! Screw mucking you, (W-D-HACK) hacker. Your mothers were stupendous, and took me straight into milf ducking heaven all last night, YO; so thank her for me, YO!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEE, AND W—O—W!!!!!!!!! Now the mother ducking nabes from hell are beginning to slam doors, but WEIN, YO? (What Else Is New).
Real kitty snuffing funny Mike McNulty. All a big grass plucking runt barrel of 'AHA-AHA' laughs, huh bub??? IT IS ALL ONE BIG LUCKING SUFFOLK COUNTY, NEW YORK STAIR CHASE IN THE EARLY SEVENTIES, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA??????????????? SHEEEOOOT!
I wont lie. Diana (Lightning) really blows me' mind. Her beauty, her splendor; she leaves me in here thinking of nothing else but being with HER on the Astral-Plane at some lovely park and water fall, and making beyond wild hot passionate love to HER for what would seem here on Earth in waking mortal life, to be a thousand years or more without stopping to so much as breathe or speak. The gods all know that I love you beyond any possible way of typing words to you, my electron!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And your long yellow hair boggles me' tiny whittle mind.
EVER SINCE 1980 THIS STARTED, AND TO QUOTE MISTER NON-DEEDEE ANDERTON OF THE SOON TO FOLLOW 'L&O' TV-SHOW; WHEN IT STARTS, ''IT STARTS''!
It doesn't matter if one or twenty-five Dennis Snyder's say this to me, it is all the same truth or (reality).
“THAT'S JUST REALITY SON”.
You mother ducking missed me Jane Shore Fonda U stitch!!!!!!!! Darn glass witch. That kitty sucking grass night in 1993 was a horrendous monstrous cosmic slap in my face, that will take me a few centuries to forget enough to forgive. Only Godd-ESS knows how to use the STM to erase or as she would say, ''blot out'' HER memories, to allow HER to forgive us rotten dirty filthy sinners, all dead in trespasses and sinfulness, and dead in Jesus Christ!!!!!!!! W-O BILLY HARNER, to quote you a lot in 1999 and 2000. WIPE-OUT, along with a nice, Sir C-F, 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes I do keep up, and I do watch news. These blogs try hard to keep current events out of them, as much as is humanly possible. When certain things or people, nauseate me sufficiently, to the point where I cannot refrain from speaking out, well, then I do just that. For now, I am happy to remain at basically zero decibels.
Here comes a second mother plucking runt beating violation of my CIVIL TRUCKING RIGHTS, FCC BOB MCDOWELL, AND AG OF FLORIDA PAM BONDI. ANOTHER SMOTHER PLUCKING WORD-DISAPPEARING HACK (W-D-HACK)!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is getting mother ducking ridiculous, Mister Mack Camp Chesapeake Kaiter of 1967, sir. Duck that soap in my dog glass mouth, buddy. SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-PAM. I WILL SEE YOU IN THE MORNING, OH WONDERFUL DEBRA MARATTO, RESIDENT MANAGER OF THIS PHA BUILDING HERE, AT FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 'BOY OH BOY OH BOY', BILLY AND FRANK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The devil himself could not echo my sentiments about my miseries, or really; about his great accomplishments to cause those miseries; just since between 1970-1980. All done within one lousy rotten stinking little decade of time. I have to give the darn trick a lot of credit. It is like 'respect' verses 'boxer's respect', or 'mob-respect'. We all know what's being said. Like mother ducking super grass W-O-W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Even Mister Hitler didn't care if U liked him; only that U gave your life and loyalty 2 him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I truly believe Lenny McKinnon to be the devil, when we knew each other back in 1980. He was black and did not look at all like this smiling man. But still, I always had a mental picture of this DEVIL all of my life, as a dude with that exact expression, staring and jeering at me; and looking a little bit trucked up, maybe a tooth or two missing as well. In any case, hay folks, it's only a blog, and Dawn King is not suffocating under ground and buried alive. After her death when the family and the system were all through with her, and she had served no more purpose for them, except perhaps to expose their monstrous ducking deed someday, they killed her, covertly of course; and she died on New Years Day 2011, in the hospital, in Atlantic County; and was shortly thereafter cremated by her mom and her hubby, Ann King and Louis Laines (Chicky). Yes Senator Fred Thompson, and fake ADA Jack McCoy of New York County, “welcome 2 the world”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hay, maybe next Halloween, if you're really good. Yell at Patty, not me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What am I going to with this world, besides rip the entire thing into smother ducking total shreds soon? JEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE SURFER FONTY! MY BROTHER PLUCKING 3rd STUNT NAPPING (W-D-HACK) HIT ME, OH GREAT AND POWERFUL GAP FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, OLD PAL, BOB MCDOWELL, AND AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION (ACLU), AND FBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS AIN'T MOTHER DUCKING JEEZ-LOUISE; BUT IT IS HOWEVER, THE MOTHER GLASS MILF-TRUCKING QUINTESSENTIAL JEEZ-LOUISE, ON MAJOR AND MASSIVE SHMUCKING STEROIDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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All smother duckers hurting me are going to be so wiped out; they will spend a quadrillion mother plucking years begging me for mercy some day; while I kick, and puke on them, the entire time; and dang laugh!!!!! There simply is not a sufficient amount of slow torture to put these god dog trucking rats birds through; in order to properly bring justice to me, for what has been done.
HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 80
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jbXMQOulkpA&feature=share&list=UU6bGMnAB0bt7za034r8syAg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SNqUnDzL5q8&feature=share&list=SP4FBBE16E3FAACDBA
Death With Dignity National Center
520 SW 6th Avenue,
Suite 1220,
Portland, OR 97204
Support group for anxiety sufferers.
This depiction of the GAP late Mizz Dawn-Marie King, is just to show what will be happening to all of the other cluckers who have destroyed and damaged 60 years of my runt stewing ducking life, YO, and that is a major and total guarantee!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEE.
On following blogs we will get 2 me hopeless budget along with several other things mentioned here on this writing. I am not in the mood today 4 tackling that particular project and job. I am extremely close 2 committing suicide FBI, and need 2 relax or I am gonna' lose my mind and end up buying a piece in the hood a couple miles from here, and coming back home, and becoming the 2nd recent 2023 resident of this park, 2 off himself by way of a flucking gun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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WEEEEEEEEEEEEE and ridiculous, Katy Pee of 1997!
MORIANITY'S SECRETS THERMOMETER SCALE, (MSTS):
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Yes world, good old Matilda Rotisserie Christmas Dineroth, from early 1995, and late 1994; and those awesome endless REDFIELD SAFET JESUS-TAUGHT DAYS FROM THE HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS OF WILLIAMSTOWN, NJUSAESMWG, HUH WORLD OUT THERE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO??????? Jim Burr said something 2 me back in the summer time era in the year of 1975 while residing at a different apartment complex in NO-JOY-ZEE-USA, the great ever-illustrious LINDEN HILL joint, Mister WINN. The same Jim Burr from my copyrighted musical project in 1985, on the title copyrighted from my non Scotland HIGHLAND AVENUE ADDRESS IN CINNAMINSON, NJUSAESMWG, “WHAT'S WRONG”. He said 2 me on the telephone approximately half an hour after I had just gotten off from a previous call with lovely Mizz Patty Hollister-H-H. He told me that “things don't JUST HAPPEN”, and all stuff happens 4 reasons; some visible 2 human beings, while some R 'NAUGHT', future 1983 Mizz AT&T Blake, mah'm!!!!!!!! Millions, even billions of Earth's population will endlessly go on raucously laughing at me and calling me crazy, delusional, and king of the crackpot society, not just king of the local corner with or without any wild logo yancy's on my mechanic's uniform, all B-4 the great WFMU first digitized (once called aired) my story as the crackpot from No Joy Z! I know, as did Sir James T. Burr, that things like all of this, even the remade X-mas movie of 34-Macy miracles, is by no means coincidental, right down 2 that gorgeous little Matilda-girl, and her soon 2 follow but right after my Crystal Lake Diner rotisserie incident, movie with the Trunchbull principal and lovely Mizz Honey!!!!!!!!!!!! No way, absolutely no way all of this is some random happenstance bunch of endless coincidences, not here, not the 100 or more on me' kid's '09 great DVD with O&D behind it, and not a bazillion of other things as well, many now told about on this nearly 2-decade old blogging work.
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There is one and only one plausible explanation 4 many things, and that is that Morianity and all of its seemingly way out ideas, R just not as way out as is believing that all the beyond unfathomable junk that is endlessly happening 2 me and surrounding my proximity all of the time from morning to night 365 and 24-7, is coming from completely rational logical sources and situations. It is much crazier 2 believe that than 2 admit that some incredible rock chucking slit must in fact B what is behind all of my decades of endless miseries and woe-whiz-me headaches and hellishness and dwarfing the Harry Hogwarts Potter fictional stories that ever could B imagined or written by any fiction writer on this entire goddamn EARTH-PLANET, YO YO!!!!!!!!!!! It's just as simple as THAT.
MORIANITY'S SECRETS THERMOMETER SCALE, (MSTS):
WE R GETTING FURTHER INTO THE RED-ZONE!!!!!
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75 UNITS WON AT THE HPMM CASINO IN LAST 30 HOURS, DUE 2 HORRENDOUS THANX-2-GIVENS MAJOR UNFATHOMABLE DEATH SIEGE, B-COPY
5:09 PM, SATURDAY NIGHT NON ELTON-JOHN 70'S ROCK SONGS, ON 2 DECEMBER OF 2023
I JUST PLAYED ANOTHER ROULETTE GAME AT THE HPMM CASINO, and made another nice profit of 38 UNITS. Yesterday afternoon, I made a nice 37 UNIT PROFIT, totaling now a 30 hour profit in units of 75, and on the double quarter gaming level that I'll B eventually playing on after somewhere between half a year and a year of play; and that will equal 50 times 75, or $3,750.00 in 30 hours, just 4 suffering through this horrendous death siege on me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes oh world, the AERIAL SIEGE OVER THE PAST WEEKS NOW IS OFF ALL DIALS AND SCALES, AND THEY WILL START PAYING ME 4 DOING THIS, AND VERY GODDAMN SOON, YO. I had 2 delete my first copy of this blog-dock as my title had been slightly misspelled and so I just made this B-COPY, and deleted out the first original writing from me' cumpuker files altogether. This is Y the title reads, “B-COPY”, great folks, and un-great's as well, as each reader-viewer knows exactly who they may B, a Mountainpen hater [A], a Mountainpen pity-er [B], or simply perhaps a Mountainpen 'inbetweenian' [C]. So whether U may in fact B a Mountainpen A, B, or C, that is your own personal private affair, as I do not have any right 2 know what is operating in your own minds, oh great and perhaps not so great Blogaudians out here, YO BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Now pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze YO, readeth onward below here as the BDC peeps will now show my long compiled blogging work and how I've suffered through the assaults and illegal antics of this WOMO-SPACEFORCE now 4 a good solid 3-5 decades now, and have seemingly no recourse 2 have it stopped. If anyone had told me and proven 2 me that this was indeed my destined future, back while I was a boy in school, I would have absolutely mother ******* committed total suicide by jumping out of a high spot somewhere, a mountain cliff, a stairwell window in a big city office building in Philadelphia, or 2 quote me' ole' musical associate and later turned great Federal Congressman, Robert Andrews; “whatever”!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now peeps, as 4 figuring out just exactly WHO IS PERPETRATING THIS MONSTROUS HELLISHNESS ON ME AND HAS WIPED OUT ME' ENTIRE FUTHERMUCKING LIFE NOW; they have a powerhouse tool that is all a part of this and I came 2 recognize this a very short while into this major off the scales and dials death siege as the 1980's were all wrapping up. Just as important 2 whomever these total pricks R, as is destroying my entire life, is also keeping from me just exactly what is all behind it. Now all I ask any reader who is not a direct enemy of mine, here and now is this: Does this not seem like those peeps who have tried now 4 half a century or so 2 thwart the efforts of anyone trying 2 learn about the UFO situation? Do any of U honestly not C the absolutely unmissable parallels of my peeps and those peeps? Still, this doesn't prove anything on a level of legitimately accepted COURT-EVIDENCE, and I know that only 2 goddamn glass well. Both Trump and his peeps, as well as those against peeps getting 2 the bottom of the UFO phenomenon, R the only 2 possible organized dirt-bags who indeed R destroying my entire life, and have already completely destroyed it. All I know 4 sure is that it is either TRUMP-PEEPS, or it is the ANTI-UFO PEEPS; and it must B one of them. But none of these items R within provable court accepted evidence and this is what I would B told should I bring my woe-whiz-me problems 2 any legitimate authority in the nation, as I know this from many long years of my personal experience. Don't think these pricks don't fully realize this 2, huh there lovely HTHS 1968 Mizz Sharon??? I suppose there R some money loving total greedy rats turds out there somewhere that would tell me right 2 me' face, “Hey dummy, we would pay money 2-B in your shoes, as U can now go 2 Atlantic City and make as much money as U ever need or want in the damn casinos”. Well, my retort back 2 them, Mizz Umwell and the gang is as follows: If U could B me first, and know my total pain and agony with this mother ****** bull ***, then NO U WOULD NOT DO IT! I merely will take my nightmare and make the goddamn most of it, but if U think 4 one second that I am happy about one wee tad bit of anything in my miserable rotten damn life, then U-R beyond totally pitiful in your mind-set, and it is just that REDJOHN simple, YO BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!! But soon I am gonna' tell U all a powerful deal about the dream-channel and reality-switch-jobs, and how I have a light in my bathroom that in some realms I wake up into, is dimmer, and some is brighter, and this bulb in there is not a dimming bulb, nor is it a multiple bulb system as the housing contains one bulb. Yet some days it is bright and some days it is dimmer, and this is just one example of stuff that I've recognized in my life 4 half a century now along these lines, and along the lines of Mister Lakehouse boat-rental Mowry and his magical potter-poof machine that I pulled the plug on in a dream, and ever since, this 2023 year has gone STRAIGHT 2 FUTHERMUCKING TOTAL DOGTOWN ON STEROIDS, if such a thing could B possible in anyone's wildest imagination. All of these things all come together in ways that would take days of straight typing here without being properly and fully elucidated on. The whole thing would take years and years 4 me 2 get into if U would wish 4 it 2 make any kind of reasonable logical sense.
As 4 the roulette game of just an hour or so ago now, I played 10 spins or 10-TOWS, and on this super high CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC TIMES 4 and greater sieges whether they R all air or broken up with multiplexed and various siege-types on me, I play the 5 multiples of 5-10-15-20-25-30-35. 3 of these numbers came out, and 7 were losses, and wins when playing 7 numbers R valued at +29 units, and losses R valued at -7 units. So 29 X 3 is 87, and 7 X 7 is 49, and so +87 and -49 comes 2 the P&L amount of 38 units. Yesterday afternoon's game won me 37 units, so in 30 hours, this is a total of 37+38 units, totaling 75 UNITS.
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