NUMDWATATES
NOTE I1
6:19
A.M. September 4, 2019
What
a week, what a summer, what a life, this has been. For some however,
recent events have been worse even than what I suffer through, and I
feel sadness for the residents of the great Bahama Islands after this
incredible and tragic storm event has now come and gone. WOW
this.
I
taped up my bad window and spent some hours on my knees, and it could
have been a whole lot worse for me, with lovely Dorian and her mighty
Atlantic assault. The storm is now north of me, and the apartment did
survive. I fully expected and anticipated the
worst however. I am always doing this. I expect the absolute
worst and when things turn out marginally better, then folks, I just
breath a sigh of relief and actually am able to be a tiny bit happy
since the worst possible situation did not go on to happen. I will
point out a powerful fact however. I do
believe that we are BEING PUNISHED. Halls Fawces are very
real, and no one is going to make me ever doubt either that fact, or
that things pertaining to it have one iota to do with random chance.
That great episode on the greatest law show in the history of
television, “Law & Order”, with the
father who murdered the teacher of his daughter who he had mistakenly
accused of molesting her when it was the guidance counselor all
along, and where he said that he does not believe that things such as
“Hurricane Katrina” does not target New Orleans by chance, and
that it is all part of the wrath of God, was what he firmly
believed in. Well, Mountainpen has no problem with this whatsoever. I
wholeheartedly concur with his marvelous opinion. Now in further
light of thissssssssssssssssss, Mizz SLEK of AMC; Cat-5 hurricanes do
not happen often as far as making landfall in the United States, not
through decades and decades of recorded historical event going back
to the turn of two centuries. For the FIRST
TIME EVER NOW, peeps yo; we have had FOUR
STRAIGHT YEARS NOW OF THIS EVENT, (CATEGORY-5 HURRICANES STRIKING US
HERE IN THE USA OR NEARBY, being Dorian in 2019, Michael in
2018, Irma in 2016, and good old wonderful Mathew in 2016, shortly
after I took that sabbatical from my blogging earlier that late
winter some time in March. This is how my mind works, in association.
I rarely forget or get things wrong, because I always use memory
association. Hey, this is only my little friggin' opinion, but the
mighty 1980 coworker of mine at the great illustrious RPL Sound
Studio Labs of Camden, New Jersey, most definitely has entitled me to
it! In any event, I will be remaining in Florida, at least for the
time being, folks. Until, “the next one at least”. I am taking it
an hour at a time, not even a damn day any more. But as spoken
earlier, many others have recently had it a lot worse, so I would
feel rotten to sit in here typing and complaining at the present
second.
I
screwed up on my last blog and I typed in just 'H' for the title at
the BLOGGER SITE, so sorry. Still that works like basic chemistry.
The one is just accepted if the letter does not reflect a number, as
in two parts of hydrogen and one part of oxygen, we all know that one
since we were in middle school or so, H2O. Some call water, H-twenty
just to be funny, but it really means two parts of H and one part of
O. AHA!
Mountainpen's
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
September
4, 2019
CURRENT
PHASE IS: WAXING CRESCENT 5:5
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 F.Q.
WXG1
WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6
WXG7
F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5
WNG6
WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4
WNC5
WNC6 N.M.
*****1969---1969---1969---1969*****
It
was all during this wild fantastic time
in my past, as a youth and adolescent; Sheriff KJM kind sir, that I
had my unexplainable interactions with this GODDESS-FAWCE in Atlantic
City, as well as in
my Dellway Arms Apartment in Oaklyn, in New Jersey. And
thisssssssssssssss will indeed be the discussion with lots of
powerful and brand new dogshit connected into and throughout this
entire messy pile of stench puke from Dogtown squared, provided this
computer and these blogs survive beyond the coming week, and is all
contingent of course on lovely sweet adorable HURRICANE
DURIAN.
Before I get into
this a wee bit today, every
mother fucking morning or afternoon, whatever, that I get up and walk
into the kitchen,
for at least the past three days or so, I get a
giant fucking germ riddled cunt lapping cock roach glaring down at me
from up on a wall. RAID cans get emptied over and over, and I end up
coughing and feeling like fucking shit, while the bugs sit there
laughing at me, WHERIFF KJM SIR!!!!!!!!! No one will ever convince me
that I am wrong on things that I know I am not wrong about, and
before you blame or hate me for having what
some call an “arrogant rotten god-like attitude”,
please affix both credit and or blame where it indeed properly
belongs. I speak of the mighty and very illustrious Mister
David Leigh Smith, of COOLEY
H.H. HALL
OF HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY,
at the intersection of Hopkins Lane, and KINGS
HIGHWAY, right
there at all magical gates! Oh yessir, the
'shot-gods-cops'
syndrome
of all great 'Tobycouches' everywhere:
Never
ever be fooled by anything. Nothing ever
has to make sense. Many peeps tell me
they would believe in the ESS and my claims and tales, if
not for most dreams being nothing but weird random distortions of
stuff, and thus my idea of parallel universes being
interdimensionalized through our dreaming, is just me trying to force
jigsaw pieces into places where they don't truly fit. Folks, let me
quickly allay your troubled minds about things such as this. If you
think ordinary dreaming and dreamers are able to cross parallel
worlds and not be struck by all kinds of weird and stupid
distortions; then I am begging you to think about the very notion
rationally, for a moment or so. Try to plan a 1000 mile road trip and
see if things don't go all ape cracker crap on you, and that is just
moving around in your own true waking world. When you cross between
worlds, you will indeed get a mostly jumbled up experience and yes, a
pizza oven may turn into a car and your wife's face may suddenly
become the TV-set. Many things make some sense, no sense, and
all the in-between amounts of sense as well. The waking world and
what we all appear to be in it is like one part of a pie and all of
the other places and doubles of us are the other part. This pie is
not divvied up in some 50-50 share however. Every time we sleep and
dream, this alters as our brain or sixth dimensional signals that
connect to a physical mental producing instrument, are altering.
Still and all, the waking piece of this pie while we live and breathe
is sort of a controller. Think of it as a base that then only allows
you to visit parallel worlds that have some sort of a similar thread
of evental time that matches the signal of brain that appears to go
from conscious to subconscious, also said, from being awake to being
asleep. We don't normally control our dreaming-trips into hyperspace
, in other words. Those who do this with great frequency are what
Morianity calls, TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS.
So as for all the Mike McNulty's everywhere who need to feel blessed
with endless credits from blogs such as Morianity as well as others
too I'd suppose; “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-ALLIGATOR HATERS
ANONYMOUS!
I
awoke after only three and a half hours of sleep last night, at
precisely four minutes after four of the clock this morning, from a
wild and somewhat unpleasant nightmarish interaction. I cannot safely
blog and tell all of the details about it,
butButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT BUTTERCHEESE but, it's sufficient to
say that I find it powerfully intelesting, bob McDowell old school
pal from Cooley HHH, that the time was what it was to the very second
I came out of the experience, and what it was about in this parallel
reality with my doppelganger, as yes, it involved my mom I getting
onto a really weird train in order to go and visit with my daughter.
I will say that the driver of the train, Kasey Fontana Non-Terrorist
Jones, was in a big hurry to get the train going or else he
intentionally tried to separate my mom and I, as here it what
happened, or as wonderful old buddy and mechanic pal from 1980,
Mister Derrijo, would say, at his wonderful EXXON gasoline station,
back in 1983; “Letame tellayu wah hahppened”. We were both about
to board the goddamn thing and after my mom got on the train, some
total idiot decided to get off and blocked my way, long after those
who were exiting had all done so. Then the driver or Casey Jones,
closed the door and took off before I managed to follow my mom
onboard the damn ass thing. My mom did not realize this until the
train was going quite fast and tried to get the attention of the
driver and he did manage to look over at me, and I was so angry or my
double (doppelganger) was, and was flipping a gigantic bird to him,
over and over. It was right out of the ex-rated version of “The
Three Stooges”. You'd have to have been there to witness it. You
would have done what peeps love doing to me all my cunt lapping life,
LAUGH AT ME, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I fully believe that numbers have
power. Yesterday would have been my mom's 100th goddamn
birthday, born September 3, 1919, and yesterday was September 3,
2019. I think she magically helped that damn ass hurricane to stall
out and move away from me, and I think that she feels guilty for her
and damn ass Patty HHH keeping
'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE' secrets from me and
taking the not worrying about never having grandchildren secret,
straight to her grave in March of 2000. In any event, I cannot safely
tell you all of this interaction, and it involved in my opinion,
possibly, a transdimensional version of her old 1969 boyfriend,
Mister Sidney Cohen Mirrorman Crown! Again, I think this was the
dude, and he was just as annoying in that parallel world as the dude
was over here, but I have no waking world cognition of what his name
was, or even a clear picture now of his face so that I could relate
the two men.
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NUMDWATATES
NOTE H1
8:19
POST
MERIDIAN
SUNDAY
EVENING
1
SEPTEMBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,
the mighty Tellosian
Mental Manipulators
are at it again, causing
everyone forever
and perpetually
to hate
me
and attack
me,
and make my life here on the Earth-Planet, an endless, fiery, bloody,
nightmare fucking sick, diseased, and totally pathetic ass hell
(Dogtown). At
least the three day siege broke off, so whatever you may have done
Sheriff KJM, sir, THANK UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU, from here in northeast
Fort Pierce, to Sugar Hill, Harlem, New York, USA, ESMWG.
WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! Things never change in the long run of course, and
we both know that is absolutely true for me, kind Sheriff, sir. So
yes, I
WAS SHOT
by some moron with a high powered damn rifle,
out of one of the windows of the Finistere
Apartments that day back in 1975,
coming home from Atlantic City after getting beaten up by my enemies
there, King, Callio, McGuire, and the gods only know who! I was shot
and killed. Or was I? Suddenly I am able to fly through the damn air.
Give me a break, who the hell can fly? Well, I can for starters. I
also can move objects such as diner rotisseries. This seems to
endlessly connect such things as aerial
shit, strobing lights and dreamed flashlights of many numerous sorts,
apartment complexes, and things from powerful fifth dimensional
connectiveness.
You would call that 'dreams' of course, and that is just fine, as I
know the real true shit that I am suffering through. I forgot of
course to add in the biggest ingredient in the shit soup here,
HELL!!!!!!
The mighty President J.E. Carter admitted that I indeed, HAD DIED,
and thus, I am now in DOGTOWN, also known as (AKA) HELL!!!!!!
Now
who's fucking cock sucking kidding who. The
great and powerful JAMES T. BURR would say
that
I am the bag guy in all of this.
He would preach to you that “I
got involved in the occult, and God is now allowing SATAN to punish
me”.
How anyone in this world of advanced science can buy into this hocus
mother fuckiGN pocus Frisbee twilight zone bullshit, totally amazes
me. But then, I have been a victim of Christianity all of my life
also, being raised extremely staunch and austere with very rigid
values in that areas, sort of along the lines of the L&O
character Jack McCoy and his Saint Ignatius Catholic nuns as a school
boy, tormenting him, and causing him to feel the way he does about
spiritual fucking bullshit. Hey, hold your dick cum swallowing horses
now Nellie Girl, YO. I didn't say there is not some FAWCE out there,
as all of my cunt chewing fucking life, I
HAVE BEEN A VICTIM OF THIS ''SOMETHING OU THERE SOMEWHERE SHIT'',
and I know it is totally real. I just refuse to see this biblical
Satan/God fucking shit!!!
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