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3:07 ANTE' MERIDIAN

SATURDAY MORNING

12 OCTOBER, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

I've been so fucked up with all this death persecution people, that I made some errors on this moon-phase system recently, but I have corrected them now, yo. Sahwee, yo!!!!!!!!!!

Mountainpen's LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 12, 2019

CURRENT PHASE IS: WAXING GIBBOUS 7:7

N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 N.M.

On the TV from yesterday, Friday, Mister Cialoni, as now it really is Saturday whether or NAUT you went home and to bed and got up again, yo; on the great MANNIX show stating that old era teen idol Mister Mike Conners, he said a powerful thing that needs to be mentioned on this blog today, after this still fucking cunt ongoing monstrous five day and still counting, BOTBAR DEATH SIEGE AND ASSAULT on pathetic and pitiful non-Ronstadt me. He said “Never is the longest word in the English language”. We have 14 letter words like transportation and 16 letter words such as transdimensional, BUT that trusty little word, so far as letter counting goes, of “NEVER” is very mother fucking powerful, and to me, it carries way more weight than it does for anyone up here on the net reading these words. I know what a curse that can NEVER be broken feels like, and it is, to quote the latengrate Mister David Charles Roth, or a close paraphrase from some very depressing words spoken by him very late in the nineteen-eighties, that went along the lines of, things have become so bad for us that we just want to climb out of bed in the morning, and plain simply die. It is an extremely close quotation, IPYT, peeps, truly and verily I mother fucking do!!! Not that one single solitary soul gives a rotten stinking turd eating crap at light speed squared, but hey, I'm still saying it, without any thrills, joys, or Mike Crichton Disney employees whatsoever, BRAHHHH!!!!

Lightning has told me that my mother likes my jokes, lame as they seem to be, because she has to, as after-all, she is my mother. Diana on the other h and tells me that I need to soak my rotten jokes in honey and vinegar and maybe, just maybe, they might sweeten up, or just go away completely which will be a blessing. She of course loves to giggle in that little eight year old girl voice that she gets when she giggles, and the entire United States Copyright © Office has some tapes that back up my wild claims. Still, what do you call the fish who is NAUT innocent of refusing his morning coffee? Give up? Gill Tea. WHAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER MIKE 1971 MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My FAST AGAIN BOOSTER SYSTEM fucked up and “stopped working” again, when I first mother fucking booted up this CUM-PUKE-HER (computer), to do this rotten ass early MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING BLOG! To quote Law & Order's Mister Anderton and NY COUNTY DA, Mister Adam Schiff, “pitiful” and I do mean mother fucking PITIFUL!!!!!!!! It must be an awful thing that is beyond being inconceivable incomprehensible to me, even though I personally hate my entire family with a major fucking passion, to literally have only one thing on their mind, day in and day out, decade after decade after decade after decade, and that being concentrating on one little pitiful special ed-kid, me, Mountainpen, and fixating all of their energy on this one thing, rather than caring about spending any real quality mother fucking time with their so-called loved ones, giggle-giggle-giggle, huh lovely DIANA ZUUDLECRONESSIA ARTEEMIS of the great PURGATORY or (Astral-Plane)????????

The day before yesterday on BOTBAR DAY TIMES 4 OR (BOT-X-4) as I used to abbreviate this to back before late 1997's summer before I threw away my fifteen year long LIFE CHARTS. Someone just mother fucking hacked me again, SHERIFF, as if you could care in the least or want to help me one tiny bit? A black-hat dirt bag jerk off cum-puke-her hacker just out of the fucking cunt blue, screwed up my margins while I was typing that prior sentence. As I said sir, nothing better to do with their life or their time, other than to endlessly fuck with one little SPECIAL-ED-KID, pitiful, yo, absolutely mother fucking turd eating pitiful at light speed squared, yo BRO!!!!!!!!!!! No Mike Soft, MOST DEFINITELY NAUT BROadcasting, yo!!! Yes peeps, the day B4 yesterday, on Thursday, and on BOT-X-4, I HAD TWO MOTHER FUCKING 'MAJOR' KLUTZ-OUT INCIDENTS, where shit got mother fucking spilled all over the place. When the mother fucking diseased sicko MILITUFORCE puts me through this much endless torture, pain, and torment, I of course begin to lose it as the expression goes, and then all sorts of little nasty fucking shitty things begin to happen on top of an already fucking cunt existing hot hellish nightmare shituation ongoing and manifesting around me and my close ass proximity, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another thing, well two other things, are the continuous fucking visits by Mister M. Mortino, the ANGEL OF FUCKING CUNT DEATH, actually some super high-tech something that first-born's tend to be able to hear more frequently than non first born's do for whatever the reason. Then the other super fucking ass annoying thing is the visitation from what I somewhat half jokingly but NAUT entirely, the disappearing demon entity, or for short, little fucking annoying nasty-ass-imp “DISDEE”. A child who's half moronic can see by the spelling why I call this thing by that name, yo!!!!!!!!!! I get a continuous temporary disappearance of shit that I need that a moment earlier was right in fucking cunt in front of my face and now suddenly like Copperfield/Blaine magic, POOF, it's just gone, and the gods only know how, where, when, or why. I end up eventually finding the goddamn thing after a short while, but when I am already angry and super ass frustrated by the events of a SUPER ROTTEN BAD BOTBAR DAY, this on top of it sends me into mother fucking clit licking TOTAL ORBIT, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, and this just happened right before I began this blog, my washcloth that I had in my hand, and POOF, like a total fucking jerk off dummy prick, I was sitting the fucking shit on this thing all the time, me' goddessdamn fucking BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well peeps, I TOLD YOU THE MARKET WAS FLYING THESE PAST TWO WEEKS, AND I ALSO TOLD YOU THAT FUCKING DICK LICKING COMCAST CABLE COMPANY WOULD NOT BE CALLING ME BACK FOR THEIR AFTER SERVICE PHONE-SURVEY. They had disconnected me TWICE, after saying press one to do the survey after I speak to their agent, and press two 'NAUT' to do their automated telephone survey. I pressed the ONE on my phone both times, and then POOF, I am disconnected from the call! If they had called me with the survey, they would have received all bottom-ONE hits from me' ol' fucking telephone, as well as a tell-all message on their recorded-comments part of it as well, and I would have been within all of my rights to give them this extremely bad review, and I still plan to do this, as well as send the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES a full report of my total fucking cunt dissatisfaction with their goddamn ass services, after I've been a high paying and loyal Comcast customer for a decade now here in Florida, and long before that as well, back up there in mother fucking NO-JOYSEY, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is of course ON TOP OF their already pissing me off by canceling my movie channel out of absolutely nowhere, obviously on orders of WALL STREET & TRUMP, and without even the common fucking decency of providing me with any fair advance warning. It was done overnight, and I saw nothing at all on my last cable bill from them concerning this mother fucking total dogshit at light speed squared, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!! I have two other things I wish now to vely quickly gloss over, Mister McDowell, me'; ol' Cooley H.H. Hall school chum from 1972, later to grow up, become a man as our teacher Mister Dan Mackey said he would do some day indeed, and go onto work in our great illustrious Federal Government system that his family was all connected into, and became the great Chairman of the great wonderful non-calendar-phone taped conversations, legal or NAUT LEGAL, Federal Communications Commission, BRO!!!!!!!!!! Yes that time you are correct, Microsoft, BROadcasting is indeed quite connected into thissssssssssssssssssssssssss rotten mother fucking total stenchy loose dogshit! Those 'two' things, not 'TOW' things, or other prior blog GASME-GAME-GOD-HACKS of the USE-SUE worlds of duality, twins, and other great wild unfathomable HOLLISTER-MAGIC, are as follows: The WAYV-FM-RADIO revenge on me since I did that fucking cunt blog about them, and then also the ROULETTE and how it connects directly into and totally effects the 2,000 YEAR OLD HUNTINGTON-FAMILY-CURSE that began ever before the great birth of the Lord Jesus Christ or (King Akoslem) as this entity is known out in the great regions of Astrality.

Let me do the quicker thing first, and to quote the child molester from Ventnor and Somers Point up there in northLANDS that also are known as NO-JOYSEY and Mudville's Disney's mighty baseball Casey; Debbie Tinsdale of James Stoy Grammar School; “Get it over with”, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Right after I posted up that blog and pasted in or (CAPPED) in lots of shit about Atlantic City's great almighty top-40 Frequency-Modulation radio station, WAYV; ALL MOTHER FUCKING HELL BEGAN BREAKING OUT AGAINST ME, and as bad as things were since summer time, and especially after my one day of Jury Duty had come and gone; things literally multiplied exponentially, after I posted that mother fucking goddessdamn blog up, and anyone who does not realize and see this as total absolute truth, needs only to go back and see it all for themselves by simply doing some blog-archiving on MOUNTAINPEN'S blog site up there at the MIGHTY GOOGLE-BLOGGER system on the almighty INTERNET!

As for the breaking or potential breaking of a 2,000 year old family curse that I call the HUNTINGTON CURSE, and that my cuzz-Don used to call and refer to as the “MASON-CURSE, back when we were teens and or 'vely' young 'NON-McDowell' adults; here is what happened late last night with my mother fucking ROULETTE GAME played of course on paper and 'NAUT' with real money, but because the mighty fucking dirt bag jerk off scum eating diseased MILITUFAWCES know vely vely vely well, Bob sir of the FCC and now retired I believe; that I take this extremely seriously, for the simple reason that the vely split second that I can totally and absolutely trust a system again to ever work with real $$$gambling-money$$$, I will be AGAIN POTENTIALLY BACK IN TH EPOSITION OF ENDING THIS 2,000+ YEAR NIGHTMARE HORRENDOUS UNFATHOMABLE HUNTINGTON-FAMILY-CURSE, once and for all. Maybe the GASME-GODS Salvation-Game will be over, but then humankind can GROW UP, and stop believing in these Santa-Claus GODS of the Astral-Plane, and as Captain fucking Star Trek Kirk says it on several old original shows, and especially in the episode with the GOD-APOLLO, “We've outgrown you, yo”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's time that humankind stands on its own two feet. The fucking great famous formula given to Mister Einstein, proves that we all are eternal energy-beings, and we never ever will NAUT-BE. We exist, we are the damn EXISTORS for crying out fucking loud!!!!!! As for being able to go and stay in the great capital city of Purgatory, Sahasra Dal Kanwal; well, this is where shit becomes way more complicated. And yes, DOGTOWN is vely vely real too, and we do indeed get DOGTOWN SENTENCES, but hey, nothing good ever comes without the price being paid, the actual message behind the greatest game ever played by these ASTRAL GODS, or “SALVATION”. Don't even get me fucking started with this today, as this simply ain't my pernt here; Mister Archie Bunker, yo!!!!!!! No mahm, pweeeeeeeeze do not get me going, Mizz Berlin, NO JOYSEY, Eckert from Eckert FARMA. TANKS, and a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE ass resounding B---O---O---M!!!!!!!! So WOW THAT, Mizz Winfrey, with or without your great guest on your great old talk show, who knows a tiny speck about Purgatory, describing some of it so cool on your show in the middle nineties while I was residing at the illustrious HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS of WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN, in NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!! Yessir and yes mahm, the MILITUFORCE knows very well that my ability and accomplishment in defeating a gambling game with a built in legal vig or (negative-advantage) as many mathematicians call this thing, and all casinos have these vigs or else they wouldn't be in fucking business vely vely long; but my ability to do 'thisssssssssss', is not just me verses them in some simple little thing, just as I seemed to be aware of this and instinctively had a 'knowing' of this way back as far as 1983 and told both my mother and Jim Burr, that rather, if I ever could manage to really this off some how; I just fucking knew I would have to be completely destroyed, and sure enough, just as with all of my mother fucking Costner Cornfield Voices or (CCV's for short), I was 100% totally McDonald's Disco Dancing great 1988 'Prophet of Nothing' songs; {CORRECT}!!!!!!! Yes folks, that was most likely my largest prophetic and most definitely 'pathetic' CCV's of my entire pink-Goddess-ESP sicko-psychic life, at least as of then in the early fucking nineteen-eighties, YO BRO!!!!!!!!! Just since this fucking blog began, I have now had a sum fucking cunt total of fifteen DEATH-ANGEL pass-by's. Never before in all my mother fucking life has Mortimer Mortino ever come and passed by my left and right sides this many times, NAUT even back in th elate eighties and early and middle mnineties, when this MILITUFLORCE doghit around me was about as bad as it is now, and my entire thoughts all the time, were about nothing but ways of mother frucking committing suicide!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This has now all come back, and it really started up after middle 2015 when motehr fucking criminal jerk off prick Mister Don John Trump threw his cunt lapping hat into the ring for the United States goddamn Presidency, yo!!!!!!!!!! I know what I am talking about, believe that folks, yo, if you ever fucking believed a twat lapping thing in your lives, peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes tonight's roulette game was quite horrendous. I did manage to eek out one unit of profit after several hours of tedious horrible play time. Not only did the wheels never come out in any way that I had been playing where ranges did what I wanted them to do, but every single thing that I thought should happen in all the gamwes played, went the other way, and all things endlessly whipsawed and if I had placed actual paper-bets, I would have gone straight down the cunt eating fucking toiolet at light speed aquared. Even when I play 'hypothetical roulette; folks, I still only place bets on paper that I record onto a work-sheet. I did not like all the crazy indicators that were showing up from the second that I started playing,so I only made what I refer to as 'thought-bets' until nearly two hundred outcomes happened. Eventually, I realized that no perfect patterns were going to show up, and in real life, I would have, or at least should have, left the fucking casino; and then driven back home to fight against these FAWCES and GODS-GAMING GASME GAMES, on ANOTHER FUCKING DAY!!!!!! BUTTT folks; I wanted to beat the damn odds after this horrible super BOTBAR DEATH ATTACK for 5 STRAIGHT FUCKING CUNT EATING DAYS!!!!!! So I finally placed a recorded bet, and the first one LOST. I then placed two more bets within about a dozen spins of the wheel, or actually draws of the playing cards, and gee and wow that, Mizz Winfrey; I had a back to back WIN. So imagine that, Art C. I then left this damn hypothetical fucking casino, and hypothetically drove myself back home. I then turned on this fucking CUM-PUKE-HER to do this blog. Boy oh boy oh boy, Billy!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

END OF THIS NIGHTMARE EFFEN TRANNY!!!!!