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3:08 ANTE' MERIDIAN

THURSDAY MORNING

17 OCTOBER, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 17, 2019

CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 4:7

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.

MOUNTAINPEN'S WEEKLY SECRET SCALES THERMOMETER/BAROMETER:

Week ending Tuesday afternoon: 10-15-19

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I am naut an astronomer, so don't ask me why some of the waxing and waning lunar phases seem to vary as much as two days, with some of them being 5 long, 6 long, and 7 long. It seems to have something to do with the exact times that these official phases start on Earth clock time, and of course depending on where we live on the world also. It is along the lines of if Spring Seasons begins at half past ten at night on the nineteenth of March, then it officially starts on the twentieth day. It always varies to some degree and even though things are indeed exact astronomically, they do not all go into each other with absolute mathematical perfection, just as we can approximate 365 and a quarter rotations of the globe for every revolution around the sun, and even then, it is more accurate to say that there are 365.2422 and not 365.2500 days to the Earth-planet's solar year. So yes, I just follow my little one dollar calendar, as to when it lists these four days and phases of NEW MOON, FIRST QUARTER MOON, FULL MOON, and LAST QUARTER MOON. Then on the in-between days while the moon phases are growing or shrinking, called GIBBOUS or CRESCENT moons that are waxing (growing) and waning (shrinking), I count the total of days on the calendar of that particular lunar phase of waxing or waning gibbous or crescent moons. If there are 5 of them, and it is the first of those five days, then that date is exactly 1:5, and should there be 7 of them, and it is the final seventh of those seven days, then that date is exactly 7:7, and so forth, yo! WEEEEEEE!

It is 3:17, and some assholes are yelling out in the hallway, and that is in the MORNING, naut the afternoon. WOW is life wonderful around here, and my life in general, here in this lovely Public Housing building, yo BRAH!

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“JOJO-JOJO-JOJO”, said Callio, or for all I know, it was 'PK', but whoever it was, it was also the very same girl who came over to the Cifaloglio Transfer-Station, after I died in 2005, on the day after Christmas, from that fatal heart attack, and found myself in the great Holy City of David, AKA on the Astral-Plane, Sahasra Dal Kanwal. Many others on the mortal world call it “HEAVEN”, such as around certain fictional non-progressive Iowa cornfields, yo yo yo! WEEEEEEEEEEE to THAT and so vely vely much more, huh BMD?

Lighthouses have an obvious cosmic significance. Many ideas spring into mind unless we have the intellect of a damn dying worm on a fish hook. We think of shining their beacon's to tell the marine vessels out at sea that land is nearby and that danger from low shorelines or rocks is close by. But it also can most certainly stand for many things, even into the spiritual dimensions of reality. I do not doubt that this is why I had that vision after dying at Cifaloglio that early morning at three minutes past five after that noisy machine popped on and shocked my heart into a D-FIB death rhythm. I remember seeing my own body slumped over the steering wheel in my car, and immediately 'willing myself' into the great city of SDK. Without going any further into this for right now, I wish to make other points about how lighthouses truly represent the spiritual dimensions of producing other worldly enlightenment.

I hear so many people tell how light overcomes darkness, and it seems to. We al know that the greatest darkness can be overwhelmed by lighting the smallest candle, let alone activating a wall light switch that turns on hundreds of watts of luminescence that instantly brightens a room and ends the darkness immediately. But what nobody tells you while making this argument, is how enough gravitation can indeed override and overcome the light. Most of us have been taught how gigantic black holes in outer space can indeed be so powerful that even light is unable to escape, hence, they are called BLACK-HOLES for that very reason. I only make this point right now without getting any further into this powerhouse discussion today, to say that nothing is ever as simple as the great Mister John CIA Henningsen used to insist that it was, to me, back when I was a youth in the late nineteen-sixties, with his famous quotation. MIND or 'GRAVITATION', same reality when fully realized or (understood) kind folks; is able to exist and interact inside of virtually unlimited shades of absolute light and absolute darkness or said better perhaps, maximum oneness (AL) to maximum mind (AD). When we are connected to DOGTOWN, MIND is not able to escape the misery of the endless LIGHTSWITCH-NIGHTMARE, that I was permitted to experience as a younger person here in body and alive physically. It is a nightmare where you continue endlessly running for a light-switch in a room and the light never is permitted to come on, and in sheer terror and horror, you realize that you are still in bed and inside of a nightmare so scary that it makes a trillion fucking Halloween's all combined, look like a friendly kids pajama party at the Brady house. So again you say to yourself, I am now awake and I will run out of my bed and across the room and turn on the light-switch. Only AGAIN, it won't go on. So AGAIN you eventually realize that you never really woke up and that you are still inside of this incredible and unfathomably terrifying nightmare, and now YOU REALLY ARE AWAKE, and this time, IT IS REALLY REALO, and all will be all right if you can just either get to the 'morning light', or at least fucking get to the light-switch and turn the damn Senator Sanders light on, yo. ONLY alas yo, it won't go on, AGAIN. Thisssssssssssssss is one tiny piece of the hellishness experienced in wonderful lovely D-O-G-T-O-W-N, yo!!!! Speaking of cunt lapping endless DOGTOWN, guess who just mother fucking GOT ME AGAIN no matter how I endlessly fucking attempt to avoid that horrendous miserable WITCH FROM HELL, Mizz Rottenbeyondwords Sleazeweedsdisease, JANE FONDA. I now need to turd chewing cunt phlegm rape, AKA (COMPENSATE), folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Another absolutely 'peachy' fucking 'neato boss' thing about DOGTOWN, to quote facetious, and somewhat antagonistic and sarcastic, DRY-THROATED FRED GWIN Herman Keepingmewhittlemouthshut non-Twilight-Zone Munster, of all NON 1983 ATCO, NO JOYSEY MYSTERIES; is how we get turned into these creatures with tails and four legs, and given huge powerful noses that are thousands of times more sensitive to smells than human beings, and on top of that, DOGTOWN has millions of powerful extra potent sulfur mines all over the place. So adding this to Mike Jackson's paddle-box, as well as the horrendous frightening torturous pinball machine, and the hard work in the high growth fields, and yes people, the light-switch deal is all we need in that place, to make it so horrible that no damn ass ninety five googal amounts of words ever spoken here, will be able to paint anything close to an accurate picture. Still, fiery lakes of stinking rotten sulfur does do a pretty nice job, and pitchforked devils and skeletons and Halloween on steroids does come somewhat close, but no Sarah Karge on 10-SC Avenue on July 12, 1997, “NO DAMN CIGAR”, sweetie, yo SIS!!!!!!!!!!!!! And here comes that mother fuckign trustworthy (`~HACK), Sheriff sir, and others out here too, yo!!!!!!!!! Hey, what else is new? (SOSO-WEIN-SSDD)?????????????????????????

Well Sheriff Mascara; I know that you have checked up on me and my friends, few as they may be; and you know about Mike, and his brother the real estate investor from Hutchinson Island. Well sir, and other AATS Blogaudians out here, Mike is back in the hospital. His car was never repaired, and he was totally screwed by PAID-OFF (Manny the mechanic) in Hollywood, Florida, to screw him and kill him, as he has serious medical problems and conditions, Sheriff sir, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Miami professor is ignoring me after telling me to send him my fantastic idea that Larry Lee also screwed me with in May of 2018, Sheriff sir, and I know that you also know all about this miscarriage of justice and ORDERS FROM THE FLORIDA STATE LEGISLATURE; as this was first wondered about by me, after his secretary did what she did and said what she said, at the State Farm Office that day, and then was absolutely verified to me, by the NG-ADS dude, who was threatened by the Trump Thug Helen Lovely Daughter Harris FBI Tactics Team, and won't be coming back to my PUBLIC HOUSING BUILDING, with or without my glandular problems and the PH factors, as well as all the other inconceivable POWERHOUSE WOES AND MISERIES!!!!!!! No I absolutely won't confuse the great old nineteen-sixties show, “THE FLINTSTONES” here, with little powerhouse 'BAMBAM', but yes, WAM-WAM or really, WHAM are the two of us getting literally and totally fucking KILLED, poor Mark Mohr and Mike Patterson!

Yes AATS, and any and all other non-AATS BLOGAUDIANS out here; I truly do believe in the Redfield-Synchronicity-Syndrome, and I believe that someone was able to influence the inventor of the original typewriter, to place certain letters the way they are, just for the USE-SUE-TOW-TWO purpose of being able to engage me in their SICKO GASME GAMES of numerous coded poems, rhyming prevarications, and sick prankster joker fun, in an eternal attempt to distract from the horrors of ENDLESSNESS, and the truths of being an 'existor', or a 'PURGATITE', same exact thing, people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The dirt bag parallel event thing with the Flyers, Phillies, and DJIA Stock Market is all rapped up in this same puke chewing retched game from the darkest parts of stenchy DOGTOWN! That horrible rotten vocalist that advertised for the Flyers team on Pholly-57, with their rotten lousy hickey sports, and so much more, and there is no way in DOGTOWN lovely PH, that these things can all be a 'weedeekawuss ass coeenkeedink', yo!!!!!!!!! Yes that great show starring Sir Bill Bixby, called “The Incredible Hulk” had a great two part episode where the hulk nearly drowned in a really 'huuuuuuuuge' pile of non Senator Sanders quicksand. In this show, I always remembered how David who had zillions of altered surnames that WERE-NAUT-BANNER, said to the young girl that was with him, that if they did not escape the peeps who were chasing them, and without any stairs, cats, or Ziggy-Jetty funny-HA-HA's, “We are two dead people”. I said those same exact words countless times, to Dave Roth. I have said them many times to Mike Patterson. No one will believe me, and we end up indeed, “Two dead people”. I of course am seemingly being endlessly retraced back into this GASME-GAME because I am just too mother fucking important to these ASTRAL-PLANE COINS AND COILS, to not have around on this mortal plane of existence, to play with, torment, torture, and put through mother fucking DOGTOWN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No matter how hard I fight TO BREAK THE FUCK OUT OF THIS NIGHTMARE ENDLESS HUNTINGTON CURSE, they simply won't cunt chewing let me, and I don't think that this is one bit fair, SENATOR SANDERS, ME' OLD PAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To quote old Fonty (Detective Fontanna) on the greatest law show ever to be televised ON EARTH, yo, “JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE-LOUIZE”!!!!!!!!

DEAR SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR:

Yes I suffered through major car damage from some AA female about middle to late twenties in age, driving a black Ford Expedition SUV or Truck, causing a thousand bucks of damage to my vehicle, INTENTIONALLY, and getting completely away with it, as well as two straight weeks of persecution and death harassment that was off EVERY FUCKING CUNT SCALE AND DIAL ON THE LAB, Mike also had his car destroyed as well, and now is BACK IN THE FUCKING HOSPITAL, because of some “SO-CALLED” medical stupidity, where they were not correctly monitoring his medication, that keeps his blood at the correct thickness and consistency, just as what happened to another close person to me, my MOTHER, who went onto suffer an agonizing slow death and eventually died on the fourth afternoon in March in the year of 2000!!!!!!! Can you imagine, when I run away soon, from this nightmare ass county; just what I will BE TELLING PEOPLE, of my FLORIDIAN WONDERFUL DAMN ASS EXPERIENCES, SIR?

My creditors won't stop harassing me, either and I got more harassing phone fucking calls yesterday, Wednesday. They just won't quit, Senator Sanders, because TRUMP won't allow them to stop persecuting me. He knows that I know too much about HIM, and too much about how to fuckign defeat his damn ass casinos, and so does his associate casino thug owners all around this Earth-Planet, Bernie sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If only you can get into that Oval 'damn' Office sir, and throw this maniac monster out of there, AND THEN DIRECTLY INTO JAIL, for all non passers of 'go' Monopoly fans out here!!!!!!! WOW would that be ultimate HEAVEN to see that wicked criminal behind bars for life!!!!

I most definitely do know how to read the FINAL chapters in both the wonderful books that tell so much, in BOTH “PERMISSION BARRIER'S”. The book that I sent to the United States Office of © Copyrights, Library of the Congress, on Halloween Day of 1994, from the Redbank National Park Post Office, in New Jersey, on that afternoon that I spoke on a payphone to the ADA Prosecutor Mister Ron Wirtz Senior; and then the older book from thousands of years ago AKA “JOB” and having nothing whatsoever to do with employment or working for a living, but yes, I can read. I refuse to believe that GOD is cursing me for daring to love HER HOLY SPIRIT so very much. I absolutely fuckign refuse to believe that SATANIC ASS LIE, YO! SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE to THAT.

Even great celebrities and powerful politicians cannot seem to accomplish the two things that the Mountainpen in fact has done or can do. One has to do with lovely Mizz Jennifer Washburn and how it wouldn't prove anything, Permission Barriers or NAUT, and the other has to do with pre-employment, at least in the high majority of cases, and this being EDUCATION. Even my own daughter will tell you that nobody else has ever done such a thing, and the real joke here is that I didn't do anything. It just happened all around me back in 1972. A wild magical deal was made with the County of Camden, in Jersey, with their Board of Education, and despite my never attending a real high school anywhere after I went to the HTHS in Westmont, No Joysey for the 7^th and the 8^th grade, I never attended any type of regular schooling system after that. Still a deal was made where I would be given a DIPLOMA from the local area town high school, and for my mailing address at Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG, at the Dellway Arms Apartments, that was the same school that the great illustrious Michael Landon had recently graduated from before his part in that great western show, Bonanza, as “Little Joe”, and moving on from there to numerous other great shows,my all time fave being, and many others as well, “Highway To Heaven”. The school was across from the Knights Park on West Collings Avenue, and was called West Collingswood High School, WCHS! I never went there, yet to this day, I have my diploma from there. There is not a rock star who was ever offered such a deal, and the great show of the nineties that started at the tail end of the 'Beetlejuice' eighties, called, “FULL HOUSE”, has an actress who will TELL ANY OF YOU OUT HERE, that I am speaking only absolute major powerhouse truths here on this blog. I don't mother fucking care who you are out here, from the president to the POPE, to the Queen of England whose cousin-ancestor chopped off my 22^nd granny's head on the axman's block, Sir DRAKE; no one is allowed to get such a deal, SO WHY WAS THIS THING OFFERED UP TO MY MOTHER, FOR ME, IN 1972? Well, without getting into magical Christmas angels or not so perfect Bruce Pennock, or great FCC future Chairmen, or magical characters from the SELANA DADA South Atlantic City Rooming-houses CLUB of 1974; let me add just one little tiny morsel bit of additional non-weirdo-flash-lamps here for anyone out here to ponder on, up in AD 2267 or so, and in or out of the mighty non-CHINESE I-CHING World Laboratories; and that would be thisssssssssss:!!!!!!!!!! Both the special-ed school on Hopkins Lane that I actually was attending at the time that this wild deal was struck between my mother and the C.C.B.E. (County Board of Ed), and the Princeton, New Jersey nightmare place that I was forced to go to without any proper cause or reason as I was not court ordered to be punished, or any other litigation or adjudication or legal procedure was ever a part of my suddenly going to that horrible place for my 6^th grade year of school, after James non-Tinsdale Stoy Grammar School wanted me to go there after I attended the 5^th grade there; but both of these places, the Princeton's New Jersey Neuro Psychiatric Institute or (NJNPI), as well as the Cooley Hall's Bancroft School of Haddonfield, vanished suddenly; about ONE YEAR OR SO AFTER MOUNTAINPEN BEGAN TO BLOG OUT TO THE WORLD, and someone somewhere knew that all odds were that I WOULD INDEED BE TELLING MY STORY TO ANYONE WILLING TO READ AND LISTEN THE FUCK TO IT, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! Hey Sheriff Mascara, me' kind awesome sir, would I dare to lie to you and the CJS about all of these quintessentially WILD and totally UNFATHOMABLE things, sir??????? Come on, please, give me a damn break!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Also Sheriff KJM kind sir; I am most certainly and definitely NAUT buying into my seemingly suddenly becoming thrust into a world and a society that is so polarized to its very epitome. I speak of political items, yes, but also, I speak of the entire world around me as well. Everything may in fact be political, but not every issue is 'R' and 'D' or at least to the point where it cannot be separated and isolated in some rational way if for nothing other that recognizing that we all are human beings and living on this fragile little world that could be blown to smithereens in a flash should we suddenly be caught in the way of a magnatar that went off in deep space a million years ago. On top of that, my entire family has bipolar issues. I may or may not have told the story to these blogs about my days right shy of the Kennedy assassination, while residing in Philadelphia and attending the City Center Grammar School at 20^th and Chestnut Streets. My mom and her sister who was my Aunt Barbara, were all going to go the Rittenhouse Square Park nearby on the following day and make a real happy day out of it. My Aunt had major psych issues and today would be considered to be diagnosed as extremely bi-polar with numerous side psych features. Anyway she was so happy, and so was I, as I wanted the family happy and together, as what did I know about fucking life as a nine year old rug rat for crissake. We were planning to go there and make a day of it, and I used to enjoy getting the 'lemon-sticks' as they called them, basically a candy-cane sort of thing that had a hollowed out area that was then stuck into a lemon, tasting like lemonade only much better. When my mom and I got to my grandmother's apartment the following day however, and for absolutely no rational rhyme or reason; her other daughter who was my opera-singer Aunt Nutcase Barbara, was underneath the bed, rolling around, and crying and screaming out things like, “The world is against me, everybody hates me”, and all sorts of jazz along those lines, and needless to say, the family excursion over to the park WAS CANCELLED. Please don't get me started, but me' ol' damn ass pernt, Mister Bunkerqueens yo, is that everything seems to have gone absolutely and totally BI-POLAR. It seems that what began to take off after Ron Reagan came to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, has risen to levels of unmeasurable and beyond dangerous bi-polar end-times sociological absurdity, flying down a one-way boulevard at the speed of warp-drive. I do not know what is truly behind all of these things, but I am not buying that this is all just randomly fucking occurring around me and for that matter, around ALL OF US!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So since it is happening, who then is behind this shit? Well, who for that matter is behind what happened to me on August 15, 1986, when I went to bed and woke up the next day INTO SOME UNRECOGNIZALBE BRAND NEW WORLD OF ENDLESSLY CURSED HELLFIRE? Of course there is an answer, and this answer is that the source to what is behind these wild fucking OZ-CURTAINS, comes from the COINS AND COILS of the Astral Plane of existence, AKA the PURGATORY!!!!!!

Sunday, September 15, 2013

EPILOGUE OF PART 5

MY CIVIL AND MORE IMPORTANTLY, MY FIRST AMENDED CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS ARE IN MAJOR JEOPARDY, AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION. WHY WON'T YOU HELP ME?

FOLKS, CLICK ONTO THE SECOND TO THE LAST BLOG WHERE I PROVE TO YOU THAT BY CLICKING ONTO THE DOW JONES CHARTS ''ONE MONTH'' SHOWN AS '1 m' YOU CAN SEE HOW THE ATTACK ON ME IS TOTALLY REFLECTIVE WITH THE REALITY OF THE ACTIVITIES AND TRADES ON WALL STREET. IT BOTTOMED OUT RIGHT AS THEY POURED ON THIS MAJOR INTENSE DEATH SIEGE FOR MANY MANY DAYS, AFTER IT GOT SO BAD, ALL 1983 WILD TUNES NOTWITHSTANDING, U.S. COPYRIGHT OFFICE.

SO I WAS JUST UP ON THAT BLOG, AND THE CHARTS HAVE BEEN DEACTIVATED BY SOMEONE, OBVIOUSLY BY THE WALL STREET FRIEND AND PARTNER, MICROSOFT-BLOGGER, THEMSELVES. YET IF YOU GO INTO MY OWN DOCUMENTS, THE CHARTS WILL STILL SHOW UP WHEN YOU LOOK BACK TO THOSE DOCUMENTS.

THEY WILL KILL FUCKING ME, WORLD COURT AT THE HAGUE, BEFORE THEY'LL ALLOW ME TO PRIVE THE CRIME AGAINST MY PERSONAL PART OF HUMANITY, FOR 30 YHEARS, WITH THIS NIGHTMARE PERSECUTION TO KEEP THEIR FIXED AND DISEASED ECONOMY RUNNING ENDLESSLY BULLISH AND STRONG. THIS IS TOTAL CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR, AND NOW MICROSOFT HAS BECOME MOTHER FUCKING COMPLICID IN IT, AND WHEN I EVENTUALLY AM ABLE TO SECURE ME AN ATTORNEY TO FIGHT ALL THIS AND SUE FOR 50 BILLION SMACKS SOMEDAY, THIS PLAYS RIGHT INTO MY FUCKING CUNT LAPPING HANDS.

THANKS FOR BEING MORE PART OF THE PROBLEM THAN THE SOLUTION, MIZZ BONDI, FLORIDA AG. ANYONE WHO KNOWS SOMEONE IS IN BIG TROUBLE AND STANDS IDLY BY WHILE EVIL PERSISTS AND GROWS, IS AN ENCORAGER OF SOCIOLOGICAL CANCER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOU SEE, FBI, THEY HAVE TAKEN MY RIGHTS TO PROVE MY VITIMIZATION OF THEIR CRIMES, AND VIOLATED THEM, NO MORE BEING ALLOWED TO SHOW MARKET CHARTS, SO ANY REAL SYMATHIZER, CAN GET TO A DOW JONES CHART, AND CLICK ONTO A ONE MONTH CHART, PROVING WHAT THESE FUCKING PRICKS HAVE DONE TO ME SINCE 1986 NOW, THE ENTIRE RUINATION OF A HUMAN LIFE.

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NOW HERE IS ALL YOU HAVE TO DO FOLKS. CLICK BELOW ON THE WORD ''DOW'', IT IS IN blue font, just to the left of a GREEN ARROW POINTING UPWARD.

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GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 124

This is six straight weeks of this being mother fucking fucked with so major with no let up at all, ZILCHO NADANIO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A fire alarm woke me up around twenty five minutes shy of nine this dirt bag MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING. When I returned to sleep, I found myself in a parallel universe where Trump was just elected the President of this nation by an eight percent defeat over the Democratic Candidate. I have no memory who that was, but it was a nightmare beyond all nightmares. As soon as he was elected, he said on national and global media and television, now I have all the power and I am going to totally wipe out my distant cousin Mark Wayne Mohr, he will be dead before the end of my first day in office. I was in this large parking lot of some large store that I am clueless here in my waking world to where this was. I was with some people and horrible things began happening. It was the most horrible mother fuckiGN nightmare I have had in a very long time. I'd rather be back in August of 1967 with the Quoddy Mocker Gang Rapers and Paula king telling me she would throw me off the Trinidad Hotel balcony if I ever told anyone what had happened while they had sent my mom up to the Frailenger's Store for some coffee.

Oh Paula, you rock you great big giant lovely girl goddess you!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nothing ever changes for me, Sheriff Mascara, sir!!!

Yeah you can run me down in your powerful car great Paula Joyce King, and Art Crane too, and then we'll be crossing over, to quote me in 1984 in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, while talking to Professor Theodore Jackson at parallel universe Florida State College.

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You'll Be Crossing Over.

Pau—stolen form

2013

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Lost love.

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1981

Tell the truth about it all; oh great Library Of Congress!

High school musicals, and James Stoy Leslie Tinsdale, can lookout for me as I blow on down the line; trucker Bob Bad Back Levy 187, and all other fantastic Atlantic County addresses; huh record company giant JOYCE-PAULA-1978?

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My life is not exactly Jekyll and Hyde!!!

“Ziggy, Ziggy hello”!

MY SPELL CHECKER HAS BEEN HACKED OUT, FCC!

SOSO-WEIN-SSDD SOSO-WEIN-SSDD SOSO-WEIN-SSDD

YES FOLKS, ALWAYS TRY AND BE A HERO, AND THEN JUST BE SATISFIED TO BE A SURVIVOR. UNDER NORMAL CIRCUMSTANCES, HAVING THE ABILITY TO SUCCEED IS ALWAYS TRUMPED BY HAVING THE HUMILITY TO KINDLY ACCEPT FAILURE, AND THEN THE WILLINGNESS TO LEARN FROM WHAT WENT WRONG.

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[ 26 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204016	1980
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You'll Be Crossing Over.

Pau—stolen form

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Yes sir Dad; your grand son in law and you have some real great Patty Parsons bright ideas about where to work. Here are 25 more reasons for me never to drop fucking acid back in the dam sixties, or up either either, Dock Hoffman, YO!

THE END, CUT LITTLE TIME ALTERED SAVANTS FROM HELL!!!

Boy oh boy oh boy, Uncle Billy. Tell me this is NAUT DOGTOWN on the fucking EARTH PLT?

END TRANSMISSION.

THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.

Now why exactly, Sarah Callio Martino, somewhere in hyperspace; trapped me in a lighthouse, and yelled my name out, over and over, 'JoJo-JoJo; I will never totally know. So let me widen the scope of the topic, so we can see this in a larger blend of bigger pictures, and out of one tiny confined box; great ladies and gentlemen. If you don't want your mind to be totally damn blown all the way from your place where you're reading this, all the way to Liverpool's mighty and illustrious Count Von-vam-Marcucci's other 1969 secret classrooms of ultimate mystery; then pweeeeeeze 'stop' reading this blog right now, great folks!

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“Okay”, Mister John 'Happy-J' King, and everybody else out here; now you have been warned, LEGALLY, morally, and 'spiritually' even. So when this is all done, and you have absorbed even a tiny sum of this; please expect some vely intelesting situations to occur in your own lives that you will, believe it or naut, absolutely see major connections within all of your own lives. IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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TUESDAY NIGHT

15 OCTOBER, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 15, 2019

CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 2:7

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Yes, you'll 'realize' for most certain and quite 'definitely'; Mizz Payne and Mister Thaxton; YYYYYYYYYYY I am rating the SECRETS-BAROMETER SCALE so high, as you eventually come to the “End Transmission” part of this not so HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE blog, but a blog that will do exactly what Mister Thaxton said as a youth and a teen, to me regarding what I was doing one day, to the awesome and great Nixon-Hated, Mister Shavers-Cut-Non-Rosanne-Club Marcucci.

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Yes to quote Executive ADA Jack McCoy of New York County (fictionally), from that all time greatest law show in television's history, ('L&O'), “Ain't life a silly old dog”?

So why not see if we can't spice things up a whittle bit, all the way to Count VonMarcucci's dangerous razor set of 1969?

Maybe it is time to give the Astral gods something to really go all crybaby over? Who can ever really know, Mister Robertson and great Librarian of the Congress of 2007?

The discussion that I had with the great wild dude from the NG-ADS a year or so ago, in the Community Room, here at my PHA Building, that has interesting matching initials to my baby-mama; had to do with many powerhouse things that have driven many great people such as the illustrious Jim Burr of nearby areas to hers, quite mad, at least as per his confession to me in his car one day, back in late 1973, after both of us had completed our courses at the 1 Cherry Hill Building's computer school, called the Professional Careers Institute of Cherry Hill, up there in wonderful awesome HA-HA-HA New Jersey, AKA by the Mountainpen, NO JOYSEY; oh wonderful mighty baseball Mudville Striking-Out-Mister-Casey!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes folks, to quote Jim that day in his car while we were driving through nearby Haddonfield that day, “Mark what I am experiencing now has caused me to be a razor's edge away from insanity”. He was referring to Satanic-Curses. But this is naut what is being discussed right now, so we won't be harping on that any further on this particular blogging work. This same young dude went with me to the Golden Nugget Casino one early afternoon, in Atlantic City, a decade in the future from that day when we were discussing this, while driving through illustrious and very historic Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG, on where else but wonderful SIR REDFIELD'S SYNCHRONIZED “KINGS HIGHWAY”. This is when I showed him what I then was calling and labeling, my “Judgment Roulette System”, later to be renamed by me, the “Opposite-Follow Pattern-Judgment” roulette system. This was the same day that we later walked up to the great Resorts Casino in North Atlantic City and played another game, and this is where they pulled that stunt on their public-address system that proved to me beyond any possible doubt, that they were monitoring me and my life, and had thoroughly checked me out and even checked out my songs in the United States Copyright © Office. That is not something that could be argued successfully by any rational group of thinking minds! But that day a decade later is still naut the point, Mizz Blake, so shall we stick to the issue at hand, lads, lassies, Lab Dogs, and Labbers, in or out of the mighty and Chinese linked somehow, future location in Westmont, New Jersey, called, World Laboratories of Westmont”, up in the middle late part of the 22^nd century. I will thus proceed onward. This talk that I had with this 'leader' or whatever he truly is, of this NG-ADS, or whatever that truly is, is about some weird details to James Redfield's synchronicity.

This NG-ADS person told me what I already somehow came to realize in my personal life decades and decades earlier, and that is that there is really no such thing as RANDOM because all things are in some wild super-sub-atomic COSMIC PATTERN, no matter how goddamn random they may in fact seem to appear. This is truer than anyone has the smallest clue about. Indeed, this incredible powerhouse information, if ever taken seriously by the authorities and power structures of this Earth-Planet, would send present day ops of everything into brand new and totally unfathomable orbits of reality. The gods and goddesses of the Astral-plane know this ONLY TOO MOTHER FRUCKING WELL, me' folks out here, and the ones who might just someday help me in some way, the great AAT Society (AATS). For example, not only do I have several thousand blog chapters up on my computer files, but should I go up and randomly scroll down to any particular paragraph, with an average of two dozen paragraphs per blog, this brings the mathematical total of paragraphs to a minimum number of approximately 3,000. Yet after I typed in the bit about myself at age four years and living at Levittown, Pennsylvania, and upset when my mom told me that people lived a certain number of years, and she averaged it out to a round number of a hundred, and I was all upset about having to live that long, pow, zoom, Adam West and Batman Zonkadoodle, I randomly went up on one blog out of several thousand of them, randomly scrolled down to an area, cut and pasted it (CAPPED) it, and then poof, before I even realized it, it fitted perfectly and precisely into the topic that was being discussed about my mom talking about how humans lived 100 years, something that later she told me she did not remember saying to me, but I assure you that she did in fact say it, and just rounded off a figure. Now in lotteries or casino gaming situations, one might then go onto wonder, gee whiz willagars; why then can't I make a damn million bucks with this? I am glad you asked me that, folks? Why am I glad you asked me this, you maybe are asking me, yo”? Well, it is vely simple. It should work this way if cosmos was random, and I was NAUT really truly and verily under this thing that I call the HUNTINGTON CURSE. Between my 'mathematical giftedness' and the FAWCES working this way to begin with, then I should have been able to make a million bucks in the casinos, only we all know, THIS AIN'T WHAT HAPPENED, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! So in examining this, you are all making my argument for me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now as for the being driven insane part to all of this, many peeps with EDP problems and woes all over the world, hear voices, and I do not mean my CCV voices, but Kevin Costner's movie CCV voices, real audible ones. I would be able to hear them too if I concentrated deeply enough. Astral Plane entities love to communicate with the human mortal world, and these Purgatites are absolutely real, and for those suffering with countless mental disorders, delusions, and voices, you are not nuts, IPYT. The next way to make this powerful point is in the way these synchronized events all tend to happen in such perfect patterns, and as we tune into the reality of this mind blowing situation, it works quite similarly to medical biofeedback systems. It is increased in intensity, and it can be controlled by our own minds. There are people out here who have allowed things on television for example to make them go absolutely bonkers when in truth, it is all a powerful game of these gods from the endless fucking PURGATORY. I could push myself straight into the maximum 8^th red-star position, on my 'Secrets Barometer Scale', if I told about John Kings dogs, the L&O-TV show, WAYV-FM Radio, and some incredible things that my own kid dealt with in a maze of wild shit that was almost as detrimental as that day on the Tulleytown Landfill with the deceased Bloody-Mary. We all are a lot more fragile than even we realize sometimes, and when shit happens that cannot be rationally understood, it can make us go off the deep end, unless we come to understand the MORIANITY (truths) behind so many doors of Non-I-Ching world of secrets. This is another reason that I truly believe, after my words assisted her in all of this, and whether the public world can ever come to know this as the truth or 'NAUT' Mizz Blake, that she said what she said on that comment-area. Only the mighty FEDS can know for sure whether this is what I believe to be true or NAUT, Mizz AT&T BLAKE, but it makes way too much sense to just dismiss as one of those so many Grant O'Neil normal-people “NO-WAYS” deals.

Now since the MILITUFORCE got their way with magnetic-momentum, you know, persecuting me HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE TIME for two weeks or so, and then placing the STOCK MARKET into a ONE-WAY direction of HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE-UP, huh wonderful Senator Sanders; using forbidden AND TOTALLY ILLEGAL ICPE-APE-TECH tactics on me; AGAIN, so that Trump will definitely be reelected in 2020, AND HE WILL BE, and during an illegally manipulated 35-40 thousand DOW JONES MARKET, and all as MOUNTAINPEN PREDICTED FROM LONG AGO, and my blogs are all up there to be archived by anyone on this damn globe, but yes, since the M2F has successfully accomplished their covert evil and the market is and will be endlessly zooming upwards to lock in the election, along with TRUMP knowing fully well how to organize all of this BRIGGBASE white-power Nazi WP Supremacist tactics from DOGTOWN (HELL), this is being spoken now even though it is the date that it is, AS HISTORICAL FACT, as to me, this has all happened already, the 40,000 POINT STOCK MARKET, the total destruction of America as we all have come to know and love her, and Trumpism and out of control Billionaire Master & Slave Noble control over Surf reality. To me this is just me typing from out in the photon-projected twenty-twenties, and this is an already happened fact, because I am just a nobody and nobody listens to a nobody. They're all too goddamn fucking interested in crashing the Instagram Website after lovely Mizz Anniston joined up, and other such totally nonsensical shit that will lose all its value and be absolutely and totally fucking forgotten about by 2025 and 2050, only the new age America of HELL unless you are a wealthy person will not be forgotten. It will be here day after day, and we all will be endlessly mother fucking stuck in it. It will be far too late then for anyone to look up the Mountainpen and apologize to him for not feeling the way a really great talented person did back a dozen years ago. What a bunch of fuckign total lightweight losers, uh CUZZ? Looks like you are right about us all along. WOW TO THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, nothing I might say about family or children today on this text is why my red star scale may be quite high. It is because I am now choosing to let out another item that we discussed that same day, and after I tell you all one more large thing. I have been told that this person has been WARNED to not come back here, and never to speak to me again, on PAIN OF DEATH, to quote MAJOR CRIMES COP non-Levi Griffin March! I will now tell you about this other item, so WHHHHOOOOOOOOPS; here goes the damn RED-STAR SBS!!!!!!!!!!!! This fantastic dude told me that back in the summer of the middle late nineties, on the Atlantic City beach that day, when a seagull suddenly swooped right down on my beach towel and stole my hairbrush in its mouth and flew away, it was not my daughter's family in league with the Soronson Institute as I had come to believe it was, but rather, it was another secret society that is even more secret than the Bohemians or the Rosicrucian's, or any of them, as its name is not even known. This trained seagull, not to get Detective Sorvino all wet and excited here, on or off any televangelist god-proclaiming stages or platforms, or my great father who fits into this story but still is not one bit about PATTY & MERRY, was sent to collect not only my DNA, but something else. This is as far as I dare to go, since I am very angry to hear that my friend was threatened by the Milituforce quite obviously, huh Helen Harris of the Jersey State Troopers Club, and my great gorgeous coworker over at Griffin Pipe's illustrious guard station. Still, angry as I am, I won't dare carry this all the way into the 8^th damn star of the RED ZONE, NAUT QUITE YET, AT&T MIZZ BLAKE of 1983!

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You see folks, the very same thing that makes my not being able to ever stop being struck with ONE-STRING groupations, on counters and clocks and everywhere all around me, is also what operates the Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome (RSS). It is also why roulette cannot be used, at least naut so far aniwho, to break my horrendous mother fucking HUNTINGTON CURSE. Still, without using one long game strategy or opposite-follow-judgment, and never ever GAMBLING as we all are endlessly tempted to do, or the greatest of all, yet totally forbidden by the controllers of this Earth-Planet, PARALLEL-EVENT APPLIED TO CASINO GAMING, there is no system that won't be programmed on a subatomic level to eventually break down. In fact, theory goes that eventually, even opposite-follow-judgment patterns will not be able to break the Huntington Curse. Weird patterns will come up and the gambling nature will eventually kick in, and pow, we will lose. Still, the one other Earthly forbidden methodology is called, “OPPOSITE-SHOOTING”, and even discussing it seriously will cause lots of trouble. The M2F knows how powerful this would indeed be, and yet, I am not convinced that even this would somehow engage the Lawtronic fucking circuitry to eventually go onto short circuit even this method of attempting to break out of the Huntington Curse. With opposite-shooting, I would wait for death sieges that are very bad, and basicly somewhere between one and two days out of every three, all year long, and endlessly, are just that; and I would use a system that works great and do my best to win, only my bets would be close to the minimum amount of outside bets at the table that I would be at in the damn ass casino. Then without ever speaking a word to me, a person who is in on this with me would wait for me to place an outside roulette bet on any of the six layout areas, and then they would bet the exact opposite, after the wheel is spun, and before the croupier (dealer) would announce “No more bets”. If I bet two nickel chips on 'RED', they would place a $500 chip on 'BLACK', and if had bet my ten bucks on 'EVEN', they would place a $500 chip on 'ODD', and so forth. According to the past thirty years of my gambling notes and absolute best recollections, doing this would have made me approximately twenty-four and a half million dollars, to be split two ways with the opposite shooter, more than twelve million for each of us, more than enough to go and start some nice business or buy up a franchise some place where a dude wishes to sell and retire to Boca, Fl. Still, all things work wonderfully in laboratories and in the fuckign minds of thought creators, do they NAUT, Mizz Blake?

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12:34 POST MERIDIAN

MONDAY AFTERNOON

14 OCTOBER, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:

MONDAY, OCTOBER 14, 2019

CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 1:7

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Some holiday? Everyone is working, the stock market is open and flying again, the cable company is up and running, and all appears to be very non-holiday-ish all over the nation. Even the construction workers are outside again, and I am used to it now!

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I called COMCAST CABLE, and they were sorry for all the inconvenience that was caused me, when they canceled my movie channel back last week. I had it put back on for a small increase in my package fee, and all is well with the world, FOR NOW. We all know just how damn fleeting that moment is for the C.H.U.R.C.H., or the CHOSEN HUNTINGTON. WEEEEEEEEEEE to that Sir Chester-Frank, who definitely knows exactly who he is, placing him ahead of many others on this wovwee planet! I'm so dern mother freaking sick of Spellchecker and grammar programs, seeing words with dots, and then capitalizing the following word when it is not meant to be capitalized, just because it thinks that there was a period. I have no time to endlessly check for all these things, and I think today's technology totally sucks. Machines are not one bit 'smart', and these programs don't really think at all. It is all just mathematical algorithms, and all good computer scientists know that truth 100%!

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Yes to quote Executive ADA Jack McCoy of New York County (fictionally), from that all time greatest law show in television's history, (L&O), “Ain't life a silly old dog”?

ONLY GAMES can explain this whole ugly rotten diseased mess straight out of the gates, quite literally, and yes Spellchecker, thermonuclear gates of DOGTOWN, so let's discuss this dog stench for a while, peeps!!!!! Remember back when my blogs were new in 2006 and 2007, while blogging and using the laptop belonging to Mister Eddie 'Himacane' Lynch, and I would type things such as two and it would come out 'tow', or use and it would come out 'sue', or games of the gods, and it would come out as 'gasme' which is merely games scrambled up alphabetically, yo? Still we're left to ponder and wonder and query on the concept here of 'GAS ME', since someone may have done just that on June the 4^th in the year of 1983, while I resided in that house of quintessential mystery, owned by real estate investor Mister Jerry Pliner, at 134 Norris (kicker garages) Avenue, in Atco, NO JOYSEY, DPAESMWG! As I typed that out, the old 'space-bar-hack' was given to me making the words all weird and in need of repair. Still, this is a large wild crazy ass world, and quite an amazing place too. Still, in all of the online cyber village called 'INTERNET', I am just about positive that there is no other writing anywhere, that tells the truth about the gods and their games, and the reasons for them, which is of course, a distraction for them, away from the HELLISHNESS of ENDLESSNESS. Only those who have absolute realization through total enlightenment can possibly truly know how awful this really is. So then why did a four year boy seemingly know all about this, living back in Levittown, Pennsylvania in the spring of 1959? When my mom told me that people live to be about a hundred years of age, she thought that I was upset about humans dying after such a short life span. I was not upset about that, as she came to learn later on. I was upset that I had to live for that long, as in my 'spirit', I fully remembered a whole lot more than a lousy one hundred years of Earth-Planet time.

THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.

Now you can live 100 years and for reasons that so far elude my reception of Morianity, and this is a lot of it; I still cannot say why this is. But then there are others who begin getting over loaded practically, with Morianity, as early as age one and two years. Again, as to the Y'S of all of this; maybe you'll end up beating me at figuring that out, or just ''getting it'' in a Morianity-Knowing some day, YO. WEEEEEEEEEEEEE, sir Chester-Frank, of NO-JOYSEY, my BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Oh yes great folks, sometimes we all need to just admit that things suck, and not play-hero like a bunch of phony ass-wipes. Put the true face on, throw out the dam masks, and admit we all can be a pile of total shit for the most part, and let lovely beyond white-hot Twinbay, of Egg Harbor Township, NJUSAESMWG, be goddess damned straight into Dogtown-USA or without the USA, just damned to HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL!

“Hell and murder”; huh Psyche Myrathus, YO???

My best to your pals from 'wherever'!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes sir/ma'am; Put the true face on, throw out the dam masks, and admit we all can be a pile of total shit for the most part!!!

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CHRIS, ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD, CHAPTER ELEVEN

OH THOSE MIGHTY MCGUIRE-CALLIO-KING FAMILIES OF GOOD OLD FREAKING ATLANTIC CITY, HUH WAYV-FM-NJ-USAESMWG???????????????

Good old reliable Microsoft, yo!!!!!!!!

I am so sick and tired of that evil crooked cheated mother frickin' DOWnloaderChrome DOW JONES WALL STREET STOCK MARKET, and this goddessdamn ICPE-APE TECH that is applied against me, since I have barely been into my thirties, three and a half decades ago now; that I wanna' puke solid brick turds right in all of their mouths!!!!!!!

YES, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, THAT THIS THING WILL ENDLESSLY GO UP AND THEY GET THIS MAGICAL THING TO HAPPEN BY PERSECUTING POOR PATHETIC ME TO MY GRAVE AND COMPLETELY WRECK AND RUIN MY LIFE, and one person up there AT CRAPY TO HELL (CAPITOL HILL) KNOWS AND FULLY UNDERSTANDS MY WO-WIZ-ME'S 100%, and that is wonderful SENATOR BERNIE HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE SANDERS!

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I do not have time to worry about a weather page right now, yo. The two apps that were downloaded onto this cum-puke-her have been totally hacked so the weather info on them is totally useless; FBI, State Police, Sheriff Ken Mascara, Local PEEDEE, and ACLU!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-and a zillion more Alligator Haters Anonymous!!!!

I will say that it is mid-eighties, and not as humid as summer time, but it most likely feels at least ninety, and wow is it hot in Miami, and it will get hotter still tomorrow, according to the wonderful awesome and absolutely 'amazing' WEATHER-CHANNEL (TWC). So WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

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Times may change, but Mountainpen's awful retched HUNTINGTON CURSE remains, always and forever. Imagine that, Misses Messenger? I still don't know where your life is going, gorgeous lady. So sahwee!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now why exactly, Sarah Callio Martino, somewhere in hyperspace; trapped me in a lighthouse, and yelled my name out, over and over, 'JoJo-JoJo; I will never totally know. So let me widen the scope of the topic, so we can see this in a larger blend of bigger pictures, and out of one tiny confined box; great ladies and gentlemen. First, my spell-checker is disabled, so I must close the word program out and reboot into it to activate the anti-hack procedure. OK I'm back, EVIL CHUCKIE, DAWN-MARIE, BEETLEJUICE NONSTAR, and FREDDY ELM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now AGAIN, we have a stock market that is responding +++POSITIVELY+++ to terrorism, and that makes me more nervous than any fucking terrorist ever could, with all their dam weapons and horror!!!!!

THE WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.

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SUNDAY MORNING

13 OCTOBER, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

Mountainpen's LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 13, 2019

CURRENT PHASE IS: FULL MOON

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The BLACK HAT HACKING SCMBAG MOTHER FUCKERS RIGHT AWAY ARE HACKING ME SHERIFF MASCARA, AS SOON AS I BEGIN BLOGGING. My fucking Spellchecker was hacked off and I had to go off and reboot my system up AGAIN. The other UTILITY STRIKE was shortly past seven last evening, with another COMCAST HACK SERVICE INTERRUPTION, that knocked off the ME-CHANNEL for ten minutes or so, and later on it was broadcasting again, BRO! This is now TWO STRIKES before the light of day, so it counts on the same day as SATURDAY, which is almost but not quite fucking BOTBAR after two more HITS ON ME, and NASTY FUCKING ILLEGAL ELDER ABUSE, 'NOT ABSUE', GASME GODS GAMERS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Despite this siege from the TV last night, I picked up +2 units on my HPR (Hypothetical Paper Roulette), HA-HA-HA, Curse-Creators of the mighty mother fucking GASME-GAMER ASTRAL-PLANE GODS & GODDESSES or (Coins & coils), so a great big fucking ass goddamn “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”, for Sir CHESTER-FRANK, who most 'definitely' knows who is is, placing him well ahead of most “normal people”, am I right, Sir 1969 Grant O'Neil, of the illustrious COOLEY HHH?

It was 1976, the great bicentennial year, I was living at the Carriage Lamp Apartments, that be somewhat name altered by way of Redfield-Synchronicity, and future dream-visions, from the great year of 2008; and I was minding my own business trying to watch a wonderful comedy television show, the Carol Burnett Show, speaking of the TV-HACK from just past seven last fucking cunt evening on the NE-TV-CHANNEL, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Suddenly my 'peace' was quite rudely fucking interrupted by an extremely 'annoying neighbor' from several units down from my unit at this wovwee garden type apartment complex where I was renting and allowing my father to live there with me. My TV show changed from being lovely Carol Burnett, to hearing super loud overriding audio signals from this dirt bag's illegal high-powered citizens band radio system. Later when I tried to get it stopped, he was using some wild terminology about 'Christmas presents coming to my door', still present and very loud over my (little non-Brittney Speers TV-SET), and later saying some really wild shit about 'magic-mushrooms'. This has all been previously blogged during the first three years of the Blogs Of Mountainpen, or the 'BOM' for a shortened abbreviation, yo. I cannot give all the detailed shit I truly and verily wish to here folks, or I would be all the way across the red line zone into the total maximum 8^th star!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To quote lovely, talented, wonderful, and great Mizz Diana Ross of Motown and later on RCA, “I don't need this, no how, no nothing”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What I will say that my pal, the hubby of a psychic friend from a Woodbury Psychic Institute from back in those seventies, days, Mister Bill Marnie, told me that these 'CB' expressions were 'CODES', and not to take them as personal threats against me, but that was not the threat, not what was said, as this was merely the Astral-Plane gamer-gods working inside of this 'rotten neighbor' to make him annoy me, as so many have done, and still continue to do to me to this very vely day, Sheriff Ken Mascara, kind sir; and what the threat actually was, is the very UTILITY AND ELECTRONIC HARASSMENT AND PERSECUTION by itself, and the actual effects on me and my life, taking away from me, endlessly and forever and to this very vely day, FCC; my peace of mind, and so along comes AGENTS Condor and Falcon back on that 1988 television documentary about UFO's, and goes into great details and lengths to discuss what happens to those people who piss off the Milituforce by taking pictures, or getting too much evidence of their so-called existence. I merely draw conclusions and make points, and I cannot prove one single solitary mother fuckign thing, Sheriff, but I know that WE BOTH KNOW ABSOLUTELY, that you know, that I am being intentionally persecuted, and covertly destroyed; JUST AS I CLAIM THAT I AM ALL ALONG, SIR!!!!!!!!!! The “giant Williamstown police officer from 1994, who I think might be Mister James Comey of the FBI now; told me in my Highview apartment one day in the early summer or end of spring time somewhere, “Mister mohr I don't believe your story BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO BELIEVE that my country could do such things to you”. Hay bud, don't ever get cancer, and then apply that attitude, yo. You know, as in, “Gee, I don't want to believe that I have this awful fucking thing, so hey man, I don't, and I won't seek any medical treatment”. Yeah, makes lots of sense, huh? But moving my point along from the CB magic mushroom annoying neighbor at the Clementon apartment complex called then, the Carriage Lamp Apartments; skipping about three hundred smaller incidents of similar peace killing efforts applied against me by this covert black operations MILITUFORCE, the next HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE assault on me was while I was residing at Jim wilson's little dollhouse shithole on Central Avenue West, in Moorestown, New Jersey in 1988 and into 1989. Again, this has been told and blogged about more than once before, and in some elaborated detail for all to hear about. The phones were taken over by the local fire company, and all I could get on my phone was some shit ass stupid “Code 2, Code 2, munikay munikay, code 2”, damn ass dogshit, when I needed to use my legally paid for LANDLINE TELEPHONE SERVICE! The copyright Office has the tape of this day from 1988 somewhere, to this very hour and day, with or without 'my car being beamed over to Philadelphia'. You would say come perdy dern fucking nutty things too, all of you, if SOME ROTTEN DISEASED PRICK WAS PUTTING YOU THROUGH THIS ENDLESS HELL, TOO, I PROMISE YOU ALL THAT!!!!!!!!!! Then came the day at the Somerdale DEATH-HOUSE when Mister Fred Winstein and I were attempting to do a computer search at my home, on the mighty and frightening ATLANTIC CITY CALLIO FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!! This was back in the summer time somewhere in 1997, causing my spirit to go all the way back to my high school and back to the year 1968, in some parallel alternate dimensional reality, with a magical shoebox (tablet) in my Saturn Automobile, that a bunch of Cannon's fucking thugs stole from me, a year after he fucked up me' ol' hubcap outside of the psychic shop called, The Gathering Place. Suddenly, the phone service went out, then the electricity all over the house, and then the computer began to stay on with no battery back up system, and like total fucking HOLLISTER-MAGIC ON STEROIDS, a message or really, A DEATH THREAT appeared suddenly on my mother fucking computer monitor screen, telling me in no uncertain terms to back off of my search for answers regarding these people in ATLANTIC CITY, NEW FUCKING ASS JERSEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The phone ran the computer, the electricity was separate from the phone and not all connected in the way that most services are done today in the 21^st century, and to be able to pull that large fucking demonic miracle off, would require A WHOLE LOT OF SUPERNATUIURAL PARANORMAL FUCKING POWER, ALONG WITH GOVERNMENTAL AND BIG-BIZZ POWER TO BOOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But still, me' whittle ass point, is that UTILITY PERSECUTIONS ON ME, are most definitely a fucking HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE part of the Milituforce harassment's used on me ever since 1986 when this all got really going BIG HUGE HYPER TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

People, and Sheriff Mascara, and Federal Bureau of investigation, and others out here in the AAT Society; if I can somehow miraculously manage to mother fucking survive until my 66^th birthday comes on December 4^th of 2020, and when my DISABILITY benefits automatically become transferred into Social-security-bennies; I then came leave here and MOVE TO SOUTH AMERICA, away from this MONSTROUS FUCKING ENDLESS OPPRESSION AND PERSECUTION. The mother fucking JEWS, never ever were persecuted as badly as this poor pathetic pitiful CHOSEN C-H-U-R-C-H HUNTINGTON victim is being endlessly roasted, pummeled, and killed in the fires of DOGTOWN-ON-EARTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jane Whore Fonda GOT ME AGAIN, PEOPLE!

No matter how hard I try, seeing these groupations of mother fucking ONE-DIGITS, is getting on my mother fucking cunt huffing nerves, to the point where I am ready to do things NAUT-BLOGGABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

These sicko rotten Astral-Plane gods, literally BECOME US, and as my interesting associate over at the Griffin Pipe Company of Florence Township, New Jersey put it back in the early part of the year of 2004, over at my Guard-Shack, by the point of view of these Olympian gods, “Coming here and doing this, is thought of as GOING ON VACATION”. His words, NAUT MINE, folks, yo!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, it is one HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE GAME or put more appropriately in conjunction with my BLOGS, it is their 'ULTIMATE GASME GAME'!

Yes, this indeed is one big huge game of the gods, and it in all truth people, is just as if we combined football, D&D, Packman, Monopoly, Chess, and Twister, and so many other greats, because THEY really are US, only we are not humanly aware of that powerful knowledge nor do we have any waking-world memories beyond that of perhaps some weird jumbled up wild occasional dreams that seem to make no sense at all unless your name happens to be Mamaspizzaface or Tobycouch. We go about our lives and many times we play many games, some enjoying them a lot more than others, counting Mountainpen as amongst the not enjoying so much groupation. Yes people, every fucking conceivable game played here on the waking world Earth-Planet is actually being played and 'enjoyed' by 'vacationing' Astral Gods (coins and coils) who dream down into the 5^th dimensional hyperspace here-and-now as human beings, with physical bodies, and with only some extremely limited memories of anything that is humanly called, “their conscious mind”! Since they don't want to remember more, peeps like me are their MORTAL ENEMIES to some degree. This ain't a super pleasant fucking thought; but I need to have reality, be it pleasant, or rotten to the damn-ass core!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I cannot live in a fake phony bullshit condition of existence. This is one reason that I remember countless zillions of eons while living here physically. Why deny the horrible truth of forever-ness if we're all stuck in eternity, and believe me, WE ARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ask the great Doctor Chockra, or however he spells his name. He just maintains a great positive mental attitude about endlessness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll bet however that if he truly remembered it now, consciously, he would NAUT!!!!!!!!!!!

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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 starring 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 hand 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 THE POSITION 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 the late eighties and early and middle nineties, when this MILITUFLORCE dogshit around me was about as bad as it is now, and my entire thoughts all the time, were about nothing but ways of mother fucking committing suicide!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This has now all come back, and it really started up after middle 2015 when mother 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 games 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 toilet at light speed squared. 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!!!!

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

Thursday, October 17, 2019

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HAPPY HOLLOW TEEN, LOVELY PATTY!

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