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I popped out of a parallel realm around a few minutes shy of 2 this afternoon, Friday, 5 April, 2024, after sleeping a nice solid 8 hours or so, something not done by me in one or two months now with all of me' recent hellish nightmare life issues and woe-whiz-me hassles!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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One of the incredible interactions reflected at me, in this space-time-mind's illusion of waking world time, as being towards the final hour of me' slumbers and waking world escape from a 3,000 year old family curse; was being back, and yes, 'WEIN-SOSO', at the DELLWAY ARMS APARTMENTS, of good old Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG; and having those endless video and TV related interactions. This time, I am there, or my dreaming-double is there with me spiritually indwelling within him (dreaming by human verbiage), and I was watching a show on my mom's television set in the apartment living room. The show had a name and on the bottom right side of the screen, its name was permanently displayed as it is done in present times, and back then, was not, but in that locale of the 5^th dimensional hyperspace, it was, and it said, “SUPER HUGE 4/24”. Some force doesn't want me 2 share this information with the waking world dimension here, as all sorts of weird type and keyboard stuff is going down while trying 2 type out the title and name of the television show, YO. There R machine hacks and then there R mind hacks. One perfect example of a mind hack was when the HALLS FAWCES got me 2 completely forget 2 put something in RED PRINT on my prior blog when I had gone onto tell U all that it was in RED PRINT ABOVE, and many peeps must have thought, 'gee what a bozo this blogger is'! These mind-hacks R one part of a 2-part enemy assault on this blogging-person, the PPNR-Mountainpen, as opposed 2 all sorts of typo hacks and with this old world keyboard, many times the characters don't come out, leaving endless words uncaught and wrong, such as 'Oe' when the letter 'n' never typed out, and the list is endless, and when they R naught caught, it is due 2 that always hated by word program-users deal with legitimate words and not misspelled words remaining, such as if I say I will B doing something real son, and the other 'o' letter did naught type out, mizz 1983 Blake, mah'm! It will not show a correction red wavy line, as the word son as well as soon R legitimate words. This problem exists not just with me, but as with all things in my life, my WOMO-SPACEFORCE-SPAMMENIES take stuff such as this, use it as the tom Cruise fighter jet movie deal and his famous line of “What's my excuse gonna' B”? My life, and what is being done 2 it ever since I arrived on this fracking planet, is not all that complicated 2 figure out; naught once we know what is really happening 2 me with all of this, and accept the dang reality of it with an open mind, and no matter how difficult it may B-2 believe the stuff!!!!!!!!!

Now this show on television was mind busting, and also proves 2 anyone who understands the basic principles of Morianity's teachings, that it took place in more distant as opposed 2 more localized areas of the vast unfathomable 5-D hyperspace. In this show, without being 2 specific 4 right now today, the show was telling how all we have 2 do in order 2 know something, is 2 chant a magical grouping of words while clapping our hands vigorously, and then jumping up and down like some jack rabbit with major indigestion, and pow, U simply have your answers. At that exact moment and 4 whatever the true reasons 4 it happening, I became 100 percent sentient and aware that I was in a very lucid vivid dreaming experience, and that I could maybe take advantage of this wild situation, that apparently was all 'going down' within this experience, 'Mister Joe 1980 RPL-Sivo', oh 'lunch-taking' SIR!!!!!!! How 2 this day, I look back at my ultimate immaturity when I was 26 years old, on the 11^th day in March of 1981, at that 'RPL' job; quitting because this flick head numbskull butthole had swiped one of me' 2 lunch sandwiches, out of the employee-fridge!!!!!!!!! What a fracking loser I was as a young moron, 26 year old dude; YO weerlld!!!!!! But on with the show, CALL-TEN-Verizon peeps, and other L30B out there. Oh Callio Callio TEN-TEN non-bragger-blogger Mountainpen and his nightmare cursed family causing endless cuts, washcloth lungs, poisons, persecutions, and SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC HELLISHNESS!!!!!!!!!! But moving on here folks; I will tell U all a small smattering of what went down in this wild dreaming interaction, once I became totally lucid 2 everything; after I first tell U, that yesterday did naught close out BOTBAR, 4-2 major reasons. First and as I already told U all, the great news at the eye doctor place, so that even without the Medicaid issue ever getting eventually resolved in me' favor, I can still go there 4 me' cataracts and necessary eye exam. The 2^nd part of the news is that as long as I keep a bottle of DAWN DISH LIQUID, and me' 3 gallon pale in me' bathroom closet, so I can use it when needed; 'that clog in the goddamn pipe system somewhere', is manageable; and so I have yet 2 tell the landlord about this major new problem. I have learned that if I wish 2 remain living somewhere, these tactics of causing endless problems with me, involving my stuff such as this, leads 2 my eventual forced-outing, in one way or another, and I don't wish 2 leave here, not 4 right now, naught quite yet, Mizz AT&T Blake!!!!! That rotten stinking lousy miserable JANE NOTFONDAUONEBIT THISTLETHORNS CRABGRASSHITINNERPANTS JUST GOT ME YET AGAIN FOLKS, WITH ANOTHER SMOTHER SLUGGING FRACKING ROCK CHUCKING HUNT TRAPPING BUNT TAPPING FLOCK DUCKING PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN ATTACK ON THIS ROTTEN GLASS OPEN-OFFICE WORD PROGRAM, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO; SO ALLOW AND PERMIT ME PWEEEEEEEEZE, 2 COMPENSATE WITH ANOTHER 5-GROUPING OF NUMBERS HERE; OH U GREAT PEOPLE ALDARE IN CYBE-VILLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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So there I was AGAIN with something related 2 TV and video, and being back at apartment #O-15 at Dellway Arms, as in future computers, and future Michael Dell's way, as he and all of his pals sure got their way against me, with all of this life altering nightmare junky hellishness on epitomized steroids from lovely Mz Amy Cooley of Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG; despite my screaming and hollering, and Mike Walter RPL 'other-coworker' and his grand glorious advice of my not being able 2 do squat about any of it; but my endless rants inside Radio Shack stores against this then coming and ushering in new age world of this horrendous digital fracking technology, and has been blog-told and reiterated about, literally over and over and over again 4 nearly the entire 18 years plus of this BOM-BLOG now, me' good and awesome folks!!!!!!!!!!!!! All these new things that my WOMO-SPAMMENIES R ABLE 2 DO 2 ME NOW, right down 2 the most recent and endlessly repeating blocking out of many of me' blogged photos and images and graphs, from the DJIA stock market, weather bug stuff, even my own photobucket-photo, and recently the blog-popularity international charts, all BLOCKED OUT AGAIN, GREAT FBI, AND IN VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL RIGHTS AS I UNDERSTAND THEM 2-B, as legally, all things need 2-B explained in most if not all cases, if it is being legitimately done by the 'BDC' peeps and the 'Blogger-Community' as they seemingly refer 2 themselves as, oh great and wonderful and powerful and awesome FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION!!!!!!!! WOW-2-THAT-1, or 4 short from now on folks, just 'WTTO'!!!!! So there I was in this wild hyperspace interaction somewhere out in distant 5DHS, and the dudes on this TV-program said that thing that I told U earlier B-4 the assault on me, by Cosmic-Jane-Evil Witch-Bitch on ACS, and (CJEWBACS), 4 short. And no Mike Soft Microsucks, no throwbacks or any other cool little ideas 4 changes here, YO dudes and duddesses out there in Silicon Valley!!!!!!!!!! This will b a topic that will B delved in in many upcoming blog works, hopefully, as did U ever notice how when I say I want 2 do something along these lines, the SPAMMENIES stop me by creating all sorts of life path diversion tactics, and 4 short, all sorts and types of LPDT junk??????? This 18+ year 'BOM-BOB'-BLOG is literally cram grass filled with examples of this very thing, or reworded from back in 'roof-dog-time', and 1972, without the great singing Christmas tree angels of course, but AT THE COOLEY WORMHOLE HOGWARTS HIGH HELL HALL still folks; this vely vely vely non-intelesting Bob McDowell thing, YO world out there, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This great awesome future FCC Chairman of the 21^st century and 3^rd millennium, was me' cool pal Bob, back at the Cooley joint; Mister Winn, and others of me' L30B!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One day in the hallway, I said something 2 him if memory is serving me correctly here at all, concerning some monks that I had recently been reading about in some book or magazine and from a trustworthy information source of those times in late 1972, and he looked at me and said 2 me in a very serious faced expression, “Vely vely vely intelesting, with the 'L' letter intentionally replacing the both the 'R' letter in the word 'very', as well as the word 'interesting' and I never forgot that day and how he said that, while maintaining a vely vely serious expression on his face, and have chosen in this 20^th century 2 blog it over and over again, and with a rare and occasional reminder 2 any readers of this blog, just where this all stems from and came from, dear loving Mizz Flowers-Hickey and all great Dragnets and 714 numbers all over the cosmic joint everywhere!!!!!!!!! Gimme a brake here lovely awesome Patty HHH and coworker Mizz Margie 1985 Leo McFly, good Lord and 25 cents, Lenny McKinnon from 1981. Well, in Mizz Margie's case, I shall ask 4 her 2 cut me one, only a break please, not another goddessdog McGuire damaging BRAKE, PWEEEEEEEEZE, I'm down on me' knees, I'm down on me' knees singing please-please-please-please; and all of the endless Dogtown Chants and magical music written in infinity, 4 musical arranger in human form, Mister Glenn 2 eventually get around 2 creating on the human realm, and decades following that, 4 me 2 use at the behest of a coworker at Cifaloglio, and 2 not remove from a music project soon 2-B sent 4 United States Copyright registration. Soon back then, and now long history of course as all great late 2007 yellow sheets of legal pad paper also may B, in or out of all great hand washing cloths, of '13-600' Districts of Columbia, YO world!!!!!!!!!!! MISTER MCNULTY; U HAVE ME' ABSOLUTE PERMISSION WITHOUT ANY 1994 BARRIERS, SO GO AND DO IT NOW, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO: AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!!! Boy oh boy oh boy, George Bailey, Uncle Billy, and Frank Capra; what a fracking grass nightmare life this entire transdimensional woulda' coulda' shoulda' deal is all turning out 2-B, and on quintessential 'future-Madonna' steroids of Haddonfield non-destroyed Cooley WHHH HALL. JEEZ-LOUISE FONTY SURFER of the FDHS. There is only one more thing 2-B spoken here, and this is from me, and straight 2 Mister 1967 and 1968 July's, Mister Camp-Counselor Mack Kaiter, first cousin 2 famous world news-anchor-man from those times, Sir Lester Kaiter. He went by LES, and many folks my age remember him almost as well as the greatest of them all, Sir Walter K. Yes, the other K-anchor-man, and I am most likely misspelling the surname Kaiter, as most likely if I tried spelling the other dude's surname, ending in the kite word, so rather than fly high and keep showing what a rotten miserable speller I am, jus tknow that I do naught ever plan on entering a spelling B, or any of the great bee's, no sir world. Consider me both STUNG, and FOREVER BENCHED, from all of the games such as these, in this 'hologram'; Mister Space-boy-Billionaire. Y-I endlessly forget his name I don't know, as I remember the other famous billionaires, Zuckerpuke and Baysozs!!!!! No twins, no negative attitudes no gorgeous white hot RA's, & 'no nothing', Mizz Ross, YO girl!!!!!!!! 2 THAT we can simply add in here, a nice whittle fweekin' 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE', huh there ole' 2000 Blue Anchor, NO-JOYSEY-USA roomie, Sir Chester-Frank!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wipe-Out-Women.

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.

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OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!

This deal with the TV show called 'SUPER HUGE 4/24' is major in many ways, first the magic part, but second, we have being back in the 1970's at Dellway Arms Apartments and all the while, the date of 4/24 with the slash sign proving it had 2-B the date or at least was a powerful possibility 4 it being that, and so where R we all at present illusion of STM???????? Gee folks, if I have 2 tell U it is 4/24, then I may as well quit right now, YO. But here is the deal: There R-25 days left, after midnight, here in this present point in Senator Watergate 1973 time; and yes all great high school guidance counselors along with mine years ago named Jaqamini, up there 'in the north-lands', at 'HTHS', of non-Wanna' Spend My Time (Westmont) in NJUSAESMWG; and within these remaining days of this April-month, is a lot of time 4 all sorts of non-witchcraft Mizz Montgomery 'possibilities' of junk 2 happen 2 me, and we all know and have known 4 a vely vely non Bob McDowell long while, as viewers of this BOM-BOB-BLOG, that this is an infinity of open windows 4 all sorts of evil and demonic entities 2 all come flying covertly in at me and wipe me right off the face of this miserable rotten sin cursed futhermucking whittle pwanet, YO SIR ELMER WABBIT FWUUUUUUUUD!

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It is ungodly mother fucking HOT!!!!!! Life totally sucks, and this demonic heat is total goddamn murder on quintessential steroids. This middle eighties grit in late December and early January, totally blows and sucks rooster birds. Every time the weather is wild and ridiculous, and having knit this hot even in my area, is the epitome of Camp Chesapeake, and Mack Kaiter the camp counselor. I have observed all my danglass life, when it is either ungodly hot or cold, or when there are super snow blizzards when I lived up north long ago; this is always when the slit in my life would follow suit. Nothing ever changes for the goddang snot puffing Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not ever!!!!

When those famous and terrific agents, mentioned in that wild and cool television show, on New York City's WPIX-Channel-11, back in 1988; Agents Condor and Agent Falcon, told their story on that fantastic documentary; it took me three solid decades to realize that the topic of UFOLOGY, misunderstood as it may be by the Earth Planet population, as of early in 2019; is indeed what is behind all of my woes, and all of my so many outlandish and mysterious people who have made 'contact' with me, in one way or form, or another; for my entire life. Patty Hollister may have been the main character, or Paula King, or whoever or whatever we may wish to call her; and along with these 'whittle pirate facts', and “YARRRRRRR's”, and buckin' truckin' pirate hats, yes I still am wondering how Patty and her pal Santa are doing these goddamn days, yo????? You know, I actually had people ask me to have 'him' place them on his 'NICE-LIST', after the day he helped me move from apartment to apartment, back on March first, in the year of 1975. I am sure it was done jokingly, Misses Pennock; but still, Lenny; and all Lenny's for that matter; I think some people were truly wondering a whole lot of plucking mitt about me, way back then. Hey, don't clucking feel bad. I was wondering about myself, Mister Rod Serling, yo! After-all, you tormented me with your sick demented evil WAYV radio station; oh mighty Patty-Paula????? For those who may be unaware of all of the truckin' nightmarish circumstances involved here; David Roth and I would have many serious talks, over a totally fruyucking 'Ed Snowed In' bugged up telephone, Mister 'BLUE-NUNNGEN'; and he would always joke about that exact song, “Feel Real”, and how as he put it so crudely, Thomas J. Reale of Ventnor, and Northfield, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG; molested me back when I was fifteen ducking years old, at his home that he sold to the ACMUA waterworks of Atlantic City, on Cornwall Avenue, back in July of 1970. There is a connection and a message, built into every single event in the entire universe and multiverse. We literally cannot escape that reality, hard as any of us may wish to make such a fracking attempt, and IPYT!!!!!!!!! All that smother clucking bullslit casino teasing and harassment, it was PAULA AND DADDY JOHN KING behind all of it, the entire smother ducking dirtbag time, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So why do we choose (in our spirit), to explore the various parallel doppelgangers (doubles) of ourselves, in the virtually limitless fifth dimensional hyperspace? To answer that, we first need to examine more down to Earth similarities. Exactly why do we all make the many multiple choices (in waking life) that we do? You know, where to go or to stay inside on any given day, why we call a friend, or don't, why we post this up or that up on social media, for the majority of social media users out there, why we choose to pursue a potential mate, apply for a particular job, and the list goes on endlessly; and all of it on some kind of a precise time schedule. After-all, if we look back at our life in any given day, or week, or month, or what have you; you can see that a hindsight view will always reflect the reality of being literally a part of some gargantuan sized cosmic program of virtually limitless options and menu choices, a second at a time, from womb to tomb. So are these potential waking life decision options, a sort of reflection or similarity of some kind, to the decisions that our spirit or dreaming-mind travels to, and 'dreams through'? Put very simply and parochially here, while awake, Joe Shmo may say to himself, should I go out and take a walk on the damn beach today, or not, since it is cloudy, and I don't want to be caught outside in the rain? Then that night after falling into his bed, and he drifts away from his consciousness to this waking reality; is the very same process of decisions, following him and instructing him to dream-travel into this or that, & for some particular reason? The answer is an unequivocal YES, kind folks. Our truer or higher self, is indeed some amount of pure energy, that goes onto become that 'brain-activity', that your matter-mind permits a connection into the physical material world, from. So absolutely, just as we operate with conscious lower self mind in the world of awake-ness, we likewise operate quite similarly when we travel the hyperspace in spirit, or 'sleep and dream'. But as we make our so-called 'free-will' decisions in waking world life, and this same mind-brain system is doing likewise in our nocturnal existence, just how truly free is FREE WILL??? You may think that YOU made the decision, you know, to quote the old song perfectly here, should I stay or should I go, or should I do this or that, or not, or whatever; but what is finally actually MAKING YOU or CAUSING YOU, to arrive at a selection/decision? You may think that this is your free will, but it is just like deciding what you are going TO DREAM ABOUT! How many liars out here want to try and feed me the epitome of bullgrit, and tell me that they can dream anything that they want to, and control it like it is some super great future 'V-R-program'????? And for that matter, what then is really happening in a so-called 'virtual reality program', where you can enter a computer generated reality, and control the entire thing? Carl Sagan said it so perfectly to the great 99^th Congress, on a televised show that I happen to see one night, while I was living at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments. We can now, “Up it one dimension”. Whose V-R-PROGRAM are we in while we believe our self to be awake, and for that matter, when we believe our self to be asleep? Anyone who believes literally, that someone somewhere has a gigantic computer, and that we are all inside of its program, is a true fruitcake. The truth is that even though this is not the exact case and point right down to the 'nth degree', the effect and the result is that it may as well be as if this was what is going on. I know for a fact that there are Astral Plane gods and goddesses, that the AAT clubbers call the aliens, and that the religious people call the angels, the demons, and Satan and God. I know for a fact that the PLANK-TIME is reality, and all of this is a powerful dream where we fall off of that reality when we get so low in energy that we need to refuel, or regain a new supply. There is just enough drag in the Purgatory to cause this slow drain, due to the slightest amount of weight that this Astral or spiritual realm contains. It may be a zillion-zillion-zillionths of a microsecond long and be a zillion-zillion-zillionths of the size of a grain of sand, but as we exist there, we too are this much tinier, and in fact, our comparison is virtually limitless times this in ratio; as we are much smaller in this ratio, and our entire universe appears to be the size of a pea in comparison while we exist there. Also, no one is experimenting with humanity, no one has plans for us, good or bad; and the entire thing is a game. We love games because we are in the image of these energy-entities (GODS/GODDESSES), and they love games, but they love games because to them, it is the ultimate and extremely necessary distraction. This distraction is to keep them from dwelling and reflecting on the reality that dogs all of us existors/Purgatites, and that is ABSOLUTE smother plucking ENDLESSNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!

The news last night had an item that I'll admit, is blowing my smother ducking mind. Let me start with the story on my end of the stick, and then, I'll tie in this news item. Practically every Blogaudian out here will be amazed at this tale. I made a miscalculation regarding my anti-poverty plan, and told how Starburn Outreach Development Incorporated, or STARBURNODI for short, is a plan to eventually eradicate poverty out of the United States, and I misstated the financial objective and goal that is necessary to begin putting this incredible business plan into action, saying it would requite an amassing of ten trillion dollars, (USD). In fact, the amount is closer to half of this, and I have made an error on my paperwork. But I have the entire plan written down, so that anyone who would ever view it, would see that I just screwed up and thought I would need ten rather than about half of this amount. When I went out to my nut-job clinic last week, I believe that someone was in here, and saw these notes that I have written down in scribble form. I absolutely feel that these notes were viewed. Last night on the international and local news, a man was arrested in Palm Beach for breaking into Trump's Mara-logo Estate. He was insisting on talking to Trump about this exact same amount of money. I find this astonishing and beyond even my typical outlandish twilight zonish life's experience! WOW-JOANN-A!

Dear wonderful awesome Mister Terrance Mann:

Last night on that great “L&O” show, that is very hard to see on TV any more, I saw that episode from early this century, called, “Whose Monkey Is It anyway”? I am in the mood to add my little bit of spin about several things, and one of them pertains 100 percent to this episode. I totally believe that extremely evil criminals who are incarcerated for terrible crimes, SHOULD BE IN LAB-RAT-PRISON. I feel that they should have to submit to medical research. Forget death penalties, or torture or pain for pain's sake; as that is unconstitutional. Still, to make up for the horrible clucking grit that these beyond evil monsters do the innocent; I believe that they should have to do this, and if they croak, well, 'stuck-you', then you croak!!!!!!!! I don't disagree with many many things that my distant-cuzz Donald believes. I am not a Republican, nor am I a Democrat. I am split about down the damn middle, agreeing and disagreeing with about half of the mitt that both of these parties are for. Here is a way to really get even with those who hurt us, and laugh at us; and not violate the constitution. Many things need to be tested out, and no better people are there than them, for just that purpose. WHAAAAA!

When I went out to pay me' rent earlier today, I had a very strange event happen to me, AGAIN, as my middle name as we all know is HUNTINGTON-TWILIGHT-ZONE! I rode down the damn elevator with a lady and her little 'CHI-DOG', and everything was fine. But after I paid the rent, this same lady was again right there, and just as she was walking into the gate of this building, I was driving into it. As I opened the door for her to the lobby entrance, the dog suddenly tried to attack me, and nearly bit my right leg. That would have been a lawsuit, but the only problem is, what lawsuit? Nobody here has a penny, just like me. The only smother trucking suit would be the one that IS NOT hanging up in me' whittle fracking cwoset; oh Mister goddang Elmer Fwudd! WHAAAAA! Still, why was her dog so nice to me ten minutes earlier, and then pow, out of nowhere, the little ducking rats bird wanted a chunk of my leg? Reminds me of Jim Burr's dog, and the Cifaloglio dog, 'WHOOLIO-JULY'. All loyal plucking Blogaudians know of these true tales from Nightmare Grove!!!!!!!!!!!! Am I right or WROOOOOOOOOONG here, Freddie Elm, oh gwate awesome sir???????????????

I am posting at about a quarter shy of 7 PM now.

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