AND NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHPT. 11

11:21 POST MERIDIAN

WEDNESDAY NIGHT

13 NOVEMBER, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

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WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 13, 2019

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SHERIFF KEN MASCARA SIR, OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY; THIS IS NOW 2 STRAIGHT OFF THE SCALE MAJOR GODDAMN BOTBARS FOR THE PITIFUL MOUNTAINPEN. YESTERDAY WAS OFF THE SCALE AIR PERSECUTION, AND TODAY WAS MAJOR ENEMY ILLEGAL NABE GUESTS SLAMMING AND SCREAMING ALL DAY LONG UP THROUGH AT LEAST HALF PAST EIGHT TONIGHT, SIR, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:

Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me FOR THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE ASSAULT ON ME DURING THIS MONSTER ASS DEATH SIEGE ASSAULT OF NOVEMBER 12^th 13^th OF 2019; WITH A MAJOR AIR AND SKY DEATH SIEGE, ALL DAY LONG AND INTO THE NIGHT, FOLLOWED BY MAJOR ENEMY ILLEGAL NABE-GUESTS OF MY TRIAD ILLEGAL SCUM HERE AT THIS P.H. BUILDING, ALL DAY LONG TODAY, on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Your old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone is colored RED. The low-tone is colored BLUE.

Computer (Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B) after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).

Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P

I have come to learn from a trustworthy source, that my browser intentionally disabled my e-mail and then shortly following that, my photograph as well. I am going to call someone for help, as these blogs are too important to just sit back and let my mother fucking MILITUFORCE ENEMIES wreck them! Yes world, we all love FIREFOX, or most of us do, and count me in as one of those MOSTS. Still, even Firefox as you know, GOT HACKED by these monstrous rotten evil HALLS FAWCES. 'SOOOOOOOOOO' Mister Arthur Crane; “what's to do”, to quote the Latengrate Actor, Mister Jack Klugman? I have also come to learn that right after SIR NG-ADS and I spoke at the gate of this NON-PATTY-HOLLISTER BUILDING, AKA PUBLIC HOUSING BUILDING OR PHB; THE M2F WAS TOLD TO RESTORE IT, SO THAT IT COULD NO LONGER BE USED AS ADDITIONAL EVIDENCE BY MOUNTAINPEN (ME) TO VERIFY ALL MY CLAIMS, AND HELP ME TO EVENTUALLY VINDICATE MYSELF, AND MY WOES ALL TOGETHER, AND QUITE COMPLETELY, YO!

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In or out of 1984, Cinnaminson, or musical projects sent to the U. S. © Office, I will still say the following: How I adore one big happy family, even if it is TOTALLY CURSED, AND I HAVE TO BE THE GENERATIONAL chosen one, huh sir DUMA ARGON of the MICK-CLOUDS??????????

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NEXT WEEK, NOVEMBER 19^th WILL BE AT THE MAXIMUM 8^th RED STAR unless this mother fucking shit backs off of me, CUZZ DONNIE!

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BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (the 'BOM')

Yes people; yesterday's MAJOR SKY ASAULT was also doubled up as a covert major HEALTH AND DEATH ATTACK FOR ME. I began experiencing horrible stomach cramping early this morning around two or so, and then in the early middle afternoon, I began coughing and wheezing and getting a general mother fucking unpleasant feeling in my entire chest. Assaulting A SICK DYING ELDERLY MAN BY THIS EVIL EMPIRE, IS TOTALLY BEYOND UNCONSCIONABLE AND UNFATHOMABLE, to say the vely vely least; huh old buddy Bob McDowell from 1972, at the COOLEY FOOLEY HELL-HALL OF HELLishness, YESSIR, MISTER MIKE SOFT!!!!!

Folks, let me prove a simple point to you, even if that proof wouldn't be considered good enough for court evidence. Sometimes we all know that common sense supersedes even our fantastic LEGAL SYSTEM, huh Mister WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF??????? I have spent most of my adult fucking lifetime now, since the middle eighties three and a half decades ago, attempting to prove to all kinds of authority figures and others too, all about my woe-wiz-me troubles concerning what I label and call, my WOMO-MILITUFORCE-ENEMIES. Since this all began in the 1980's, I tried and tried, but to no avail whatsoever could I ever convince a single soul. I know absolutely that this is all true, and yet I get laughed at and endlessly ignored and thrown out of the offices of countless authorities. Now here is how I can totally know that these enemies are not only real and not in just my sicko imagination. It is they who do believe it all possible, as it is THEY WHO ARE DOING THESE THINGS TO ME, SUCH AS ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY, AND OTHER COVERT OPERATIONS (COVE-OPS). They come from the spiritual plane of existence, not their physical bodies mind you, but the REAL THEM, underneath the facade and the bullshit of their so-called HUMAN IDENTITIES. They believe me, and THEY are doing these things to me, and no one else will believe it and no one else is doing it. To anyone and everyone else anywhere, any time, this is all totally nuts and whacked and sicko dogshit. This to me proves 100% that I am not lying, making up anything, or just nuts and crazy as fucking shit on a hot shingle! Simply put peeps; cogitate on this paragraph and then tell me that you can dispute this fucking logic one tiny teeny wee bit.

Let's examine this 'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE' arch enemy rival, that I have told the world has been on my case, and using this ICPE-APE-TECH on and against me, for his own sicko god-like monstrous evil agendas, since it all began in 1984, while I was on my way to Atlantic City, to go to his first New Jersey Casino, the TRUMP PLAZA. It is all on my original 2006-2008 blogs (BOM). I speak of none other than the future 45^th PRESIDENT, SIR DONALD JOHN TRUMP!!!!!!!!!! Now let's explore this all a bit further, shall we folks? He CHEATED LIFE by using this ICPE-APE-TECH, to hurt me, and make things ALWAYS WORK OUT HIS WAY, via of Earthly magically considered Parallel-Event. I used this in the Atlantic City casinos myself, and HE DID NAUT LIKE THAT AT ALL. But let us look at PATTERNS, since even the mighty legal system (CJS) does indeed respect and allow this concept of established-patterns, to be introduced into a law case when it can be proven that doing so is pertinent, and totally honest and accurate. In some cases, you cannot, and this is the legal mumbo jumbo of numerous countless legislation's and endless statutes concerning what legal professionals call “Prior-Bad-Acts”. But let us assume that I am able to use this, so we can now move onward and discuss TRUMP, and his evil monstrous wicked behavior, serving only himself, and his wealthy rotten evil powerful WORLD OWNER PALS and the Christian asshole fools who now seem to be, unfathomable as it may sound,his followers, but then, even the BIBLE declares that in the end times, masses of people will believe a 'HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE' LIE, and be absolutely deceived; and that only a tiny elect few of the populous will remain sufficiently enlightened so that they don't fall into this horrendous trap and be eaten alive by trusting this WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING; AKA DONALD J. TRUMP, NEAR FUTURE KING OF AMERICA, and with or without park leaves or future promises and claims!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So we are talking about TRUMP being an established CHEATER with this ICPE-APE-TECH that he has monstrously used on and against me for well over three solid decades, totally ruining and wiping out my entire fucking adult life completely and absolutely. So now we move this up past 2015, and when this dirt bag prick threw his hat into the ring for the PRESIDENCY OF THIS NATION. Now in the beginning of all of this, HE CHEATED THE NATIONAL ELECTION PROCESS USING NOT ONLY ICPE-APE-TECH ON POOR DEFENSELESS CUZZ MARK, BUT ALSO WITH HIS SICK PLANS INVOLVING RUSSIA. Now let us move this up another four years to where he is running for REELECTION IN THE 2020 RACE. Now we have his threat to pull aid from the Ukraine government if they do NAUT investigate the one person that TRUMP perceives as his biggest threat to his reelection, the BIDEN KID, as if he can fuck up that family, then he can fuck up the frontrunner Mister Biden, and win the 2020 election, and also he is CHEATING as he did in 2016, BY POURING ON THE RELENTLESS HARASSMENT AND TORTURE OF POOR LITTLE DEFENSELESS DISTANT CUZZ MARK WAYNE MOHR. So here we go again, all great fucking 1978 “NEW KIDS IN TOWN”, HUH??? Patterns, patterns, patterns. Give me a break everybody. Hey Margie Leo from 1985; you too if ye pweeeeeeeeeeeeze! TANKS. Do we all have to be Einstein to wake up and smell the stinky burning coffee beans, for crying out fucking ass loud, yo?????????? As I type this in and for the past five minutes, DOOR SLAMMERS ARE MAKING ME NUTS RIGHT OUTSIDE MY FUCKING DOOR, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR; AND IT IS NOW HALF PAST MOTHER FUCKING MIDNIGHT, ME' KIND AWESOME SIR, AND THIS IS ABSOLUTE FUCKING ELDER ABUSE, YO YO YO YO!!!!

There really needs to be a NEW AMENDMENT ADDED TO THE UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION, AND I SAY THIS IS ALL FUCKING DEAD ASS SERIOUSNESS, 'EVWEEBWUDDY', YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! There truly and verily NEEDS TO BE a legal and constitutionally backed system to naut just remove a criminal president, or any elected official gone crooked and proven to be, but there also needs to be a way to literally disband an entire PARTY, should a party come to power who absolutely refuses in a blatant and obvious way, to place the good of America over the GOOD OF THEIR ROTTEN ASS PARTY, and we all know I am speaking about the 21^st century REPUBLICAN PARTY. Bad as shit was under BUSH and REAGAN, and worse even under NIXON; the party itself WAS NOT OBVIOUSLY BLATANTLY TOTALLY FUCKING CORRUPT, as it is now, and many people all over this fucking ass globe know that I SPEAK ONLY 100% THE TRUTH HERE, and if this doesn't eventually happen constitutionally, along with an absolute irreversible law of TERM LIMITS that prevents total power happy rotten crooked billionaires-in-their-pocket trash up on Crapitol-Hell, such as 'Bitch Prickonnel', and many others; from literally merging with the wealthy owners of this land AKA the Billionaires-Club, talked about so often by wonderful marvelous awesome sensational Senator Sanders; if this does not come to pass in short order, say around the year of 2040 or so, this nation has totally fucking bought the cunt lapping farm. It will transfer from a once great and now failed experiment in 'FREEDOM FOR ALL', with everyone equally under and before the laws of the land, into a WEALTHY-OWNED MONARCHY, with all of us little peon-surf groupation under all these MISTER DONNA' SUMMER BIG SHOTS' WO (WORLD-OWNERS) which is where we get the abbreviation in my Morianity of WOMO, for a total abbreviated word-groupation of (WORLD OWNER MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES)!!!!! If these things presently were a part of some irremovable new constitutional amendment, all this fucking GUN VILENCE SHIT would just about STOP, as the billionaire GUN LOBBY wouldn't be able to buy the LIFER GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS such as ol' Bitch M.

Oh yes, I hate getting into fucking current events as this ain't a fucking CURRENT-EVENTS-BLOG by any stretch of the mind. BUTTTTTTTTTT folks, cut me a Margie Leo brake in both 1985 as well as up here in almost the year of the COMMON-ERA 2020! The mighty future king Trump in many parallel worlds, just today, Wednesday, November 13^th, said today when asked by reporters, what he thought of the Impeachment Proceedings that took place today, and “here is what the man said”, to quote that great old hit song, yo. As always, he says it is all a “witch-hunt and a hoax, made up by us crazy delusional fucking democrats, and then he went onto say, and please people all over the world, don't be fucking dense, start seeing through shit as we are not in the fourth fucking grade, yo. He said, “It shouldn't BE ALLOWED”, meaning the Impeachment Proceedings. Now we all know already that if this god-like king had his way, the first amendment of FREE SPEECH as well as the FREE PRESS, or (Don-Jon Trump's despised fucking MEDIA), 'WOULD BE GONE', or to say it like that awesome fucking sportscaster, the Latengrate Mister Harry Callas, from a while back during all exciting baseball games everywhere; they'd be like fantastically hit baseballs, you know, “ADAHEEEEEEEERE”!!!!

Oh yes good folks out here, no more FREE SPEECH, and right away we all know that would mean two powerhouse things, with or without the great all-knower, Mizz P.H.H. Hollister, right? No more 'BOM' (Blogs Of Mountainpen), and then WOW, I am sure if he could get that accomplished, he would anti-grandfather in a law that would GO AFTER ANYONE LIKE ME WHO ALREADY HAS SPOKEN AGAINST HIM, AND OUT OF TURN. Remind anyone out here of not all that fucking cunt long ago in ALMIGHTY NAZI, GERMANY, EARTH, SOL, MWG???????? It sure makes me realize just how fragile MY FREEDOMS TRULY ARE, and for that matter, how fragile what is fucking ass left of the united States of America really is. If you allow your mind to wonder and wander even slightly late at night in the silence of a darkened room, you'd break out into a mother fucking cold ass sweat real damn ass quickly, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, so tell me Sheriff Ken Mascara sir, IS THIS REALLY THE NATION THAT YOU WISH TO HELP BRING ABOUT? If anyone told me back as a fucking boy that all of this was going to happen to me, with or without any THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES 1969 SONGS, I'da thought you were totally off your mother fucking nut at light speed squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And now, yo, it is all right around all of us, and on fucking top of that, no one is even aware of it, huh 'games on starships' realizing great Ensign Wesley Crusher? Don't tell me about how the MILITUFORCE cannot do TELLOSIAN FUCKING MIND CONTROL, 343434343434, as I know totally and fully fucking differently about thisssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!

Last night in my nightmares I was living somewhere, or my hyperspace double was (doppelganger) as in the non NAZI Germany word for double that is used in much SYFY entertainment industry stuff; but I was living somewhere not that far from the ocean, maybe a block, and all of a sudden out of nowhere, the ocean had some large redacted-Surpriser Waves out of nowhere, just suddenly come up, and begin crashing into my windows on the ground floor. I remember having three floors in this home, and a lot of great big giant televisions all over the place. After the Surpriser-Waves hit, as quickly as the event came, it was all calm and quiet, but three damn feet of seawater was all over my home. I then heard a voice being transmitted by a spy-satellite directly come into my room, and it said to me, “I'll flood you out over and over and even put rats and roaches all over your place whenever I feel like it”. This message repeated several times while I frantically walked around the first floor of the place all upset from being FLOODED OUT AGAIN. Every mother fucking night for a week or more now, MAJOR GODDAMN NIGHTMARES are happening to me. My spirit is exploring all of the worst places and things that my damn hyperspace fucking doubles are experiencing, for whatever the reason may be, as it certainly eludes me why my fucking soul or spirit or whatever religious asshole want to call it in their old fashion concepts, wishes to go exploring into the absolute worst possible shituations that I am dreaming into, off of the Purgatory. My physical self in human flesh has very little to no power, over this horrible bullshit. The great ELECTRON (DIANA) allows MIND to become localized as a human brain, in particular separated existences, by all of us; and in the true void infinity that planked out into the ASTRAL-PLANE, all SOUL is just oneness (beingness), one and with itself, or ZERO-DIMENSION. Star Trek and mister G.R. went onto label what Morianity discussed for decades before their 'TNG' show of remade original Star Trek shows, the “Lack of Dimension” or (LOD). Hey yo whatever floats everybody's damn boat, huh? In my case, whatever fucking ass sinks my sub!!!!!!!!!

People, only HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE amounts of TELLOSIAN-MIND-CONTROL (TMC), could hope to begin explaining how we can have so many nut case radical redneck stupid ass LOYAL TRUMP LOVERS AND FOLLOWERS out here in this nation, who would sell their possessions and youngest daughter to him, for the privilege of allowing them to KISS HIS MOTHER FUCKING DIRTY CROOKED ASS!Nothing short of saying that to me, THIS IS ABSOLUTE FUCKING VERIFIED PROOF BEYOND ANY SHADOW OF ANY DOUBT, that TMC IS REAL, that TMC IS BEING USED AND APPLIED TO U.S. CITIZENS ON A TARGETED AGENDA BASIS VIA COVE BFA'S, and that TMC is by far MORE DEADLY AND DANGEROUS THAN AN ARSENOL OF THE HUGEST NUKE BOMBS EVER STOCKPILED, AND THEN MULTIPLIED BY A MILLION!!!!!!!! Again, TMC is not an abbreviation of Turner Classic Movies, but rather a much more fucking cosmologically important and urgent TELLOSIAN MIND CONTROL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But this still brings me to one really monster ass fucking cunt HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE Archibald Bunkerqueens PERNT, which is THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!! I feel I know the bigger of two reasons YYYYYYYYYYYYY this NOW ONGOING 2-DAY DEATH SIEGE is surrounding my mother fucking pitiful whittle proximity, Lads, Lassies, Lab-dogs, and Lab-Techs, and any and all other great 'AATS' or 'non-AATS' Blogaudians, yo yo yo yo yo yo BRO!!!!!!!!!! Certain things out here in this cosmos are absolutely forbidden things to tell and or talk about with new people or anybody for that matter. Despite the fact that I may blog about these topics, the truth is that not that many new peeps read this blog, and so all of the shit that the MILITUFORCE does NAUT want spoken out about, don't fall on NEW EARDRUMS. Right before all hell broke loose on Tuesday, I told my PCP doctor something, and then POW! We got on the topic of my mysterious glandular condition, and the night of June the 4^th in 1983. Whenever I discuss this, somehow the M2F knows it and immediately begin persecuting me, and sure enough the mother fucking second that I left the office of Dock JAR, POWerhouse-POW, yessir, mike Soft, this does apply this time, and yes, so does THISSSSSSSSSS, Mizz Erica 1983 SNAKES of the “AMC” SOAP-SHOW!

So I left the office of DOCTOR 'JAR' as I jokingly call him, not to his face mind you; and WHAM, the AERIAL DEATH SIEGE CAME ONTO ME LIKE A HUNGRY FUCKING BALD EAGLE FINDING A NICE MOLE ON THE GROUND TO FEAST UPON, POW-POW-POW!!! Private planes were dive bombing me, and the CHEMTRAILS BEGAN GROWING LARGER AND CLOSER, AND BEGAN SWOOPING DOWN ON ME, A MILITUFORCE INTIMIDATION TRICK WHERE THE OPTICAL ILLUSION FROM A GROUND FUCKING VIEW MAKES IT APPEAR AS IF THEY ARE JUST ABOUT TO COME DOWNAND GRAB ME AND SWOOP ME UP AND DESTROY ME IN A NUCLEAR FUCKING HOLOCAUST, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I came out of the Publix Grocery Store which was my second of three errand places that I went back on early Tuesday afternoon it was CHEMTRAIL FUCKING CITY!!!!!!!!! The loud buzzing private aircraft's were also still on me like cunt huffing ANGRY BLACK AND GREE FLIES ON A HOT JULY GARBAGE TRUCK OVERFLOWING WITH NASTY-ASS SHIT! The loud buzzing planes and general aerial assault went on way past midnight on Wednesday fucking morning, and then when I got up, I was sickened by these poisonous trails, and then came an entire day of MAJOR FUCKING ENEMY M2F NABES FROM HELL-DOGTOWN ON FYUCJKING CUNT STEROIDS, YO SHERIFF K.J. MASCARA, KIND SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, AND THIS IS 2 MASJOR STRAIGHT DAYS OF A DEATH ASSAULT ON AN ELDERLY PITIFUL HELPLESS VICTIM HERE IN YOUR COUNTY OF SAINT LUCIE, FLORIDA, USAESMWG, SIR, YO!!!!!! I AM DECLARING A MAJOR FUCKING CUNT

RED ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT

If shit doesn't back the fucking cunt hell off of me soon, I WILL DO SOMETHING WILD AND CRAZY; AND I PROMISE YOU ALL THISSSSSSSSSS, GODDESSDAMN IT YO!!!!!

Wednesday was mostly cloudy and windy here in good old fucking FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USAESMWG, YO! That was a nice change from the normal hot weather that usually runs through most of this eleventh month of November, the 'tricky month', to hear lovely Monique tell it, on that great 2009 movie that the wonderful and talented Mizz Mariah Carey did with her pals from the sugar hills, and without any help whatsoever from any tweeting robins of the 3410's!!!!!!! Now we remember, 1802+505+1102=3,410. So why is that a big deal? Well, “Normal people”, to quote Sir Grant O'Neil as a teenager; would say it couldn't be very important, and that this entire thing is merely a psychological delusion. Only the mother fucking damn MILITUFORCE does NAUT agree with Sir G. O'Neil, or else, why then every goddamn fucking time that I mention my weird on steroids night in Atco on the 4^th of June in 1983, does ALL DOGDOWN (HELL) BREAK CUNT HUFFING LOOSE FOR ME????????!!!!!!!!! Let us explore this in a wee bit more depth here, shall we peeps of the AATS? First off lovely Mizz MO, I know for a fact now that the mathematical odds of my daughter not being miraculously interconnected and intertwined in all of this shit from Atco and 1983 are approximately thirty four and a half million to one. I won't even attempt to bore anyone with pages and pages of long ass stats and graphs and etcetera etcetera dogshit here, so take me at me' word yo, and TANKS! The M2F did all of this, and so the last thing on this planet that these diseased non-Lex Luther maniacs want is for me to ever totally publicly prove that both my kid and I suffer from medical conditions that even further verify all of my claims on a whole damn lot more shit than just genealogically related crapola, yo BRR! THAT is YYYYYYYYYY this entire matter is ABSOLUTELY CLASSIFIED ON PAIN OF DEATH, and more than just this, it could literally prove all the shit that the AATS people are also looking to prove, merely showing things to be somewhat different in full concept from their antiquated ideas that all things pertain to the physical plane if they happen here in this natural world order. This, simply put, ain't fucking so. Still, many things would be proven, and a whole damn lot of heads WOULD TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING ROLL should that ever be 'permitted' to happen, on or off great Woody Guthrie Islands up in New York, BRO!!!!!

Cut me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!

JULY 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5-----WEEK 0

6 7 8 9 10 11 12----WEEK 1

13 14 15 16 17 18 19----WEEK 2

20 21 22 23 24 25 26----WEEK 3

27 28 29 30 31

AUGUST 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2----WEEK 4

3 4 5 6 7 8 9----WEEK 5

10 11 12 13 14 15 16---WEEK 6

17 18 19 20 21 22 23---WEEK 7

24 25 26 27 28 29 30---WEEK 8

SEPTEMBER 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5 6-----WEEK 9

7 8 9 10 11 12 13----WEEK 10

14 15 16 17 18 19 20----WEEK 11

21 22 23 24 25 26 27----WEEK 12

28 29 30

OCTOBER 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4--------WEEK 13

5 6 7 8 9 10 11-------WEEK 14

12 13 14 15 16 17 18-------WEEK 15

19 20 21 22 23 24 25-------WEEK 16

26 27 28 29 30 31

NOVEMBER 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1--------WEEK 17

2 3 4 5 6 7 8--------WEEK 18

9 10 11 12 13 14 15-------WEEK 19

16 17 18 19 20 21 22-------WEEK 20

23 24 25 26 27 28 29-------WEEK 21

DECEMBER 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5 6----------WEEK 22

7 8 9 10 11 12 13---------WEEK 23

14 15 16 17 18 19 20---------WEEK 24

21 22 23 24 25 26 27---------WEEK 25

28 29 30 31

JANUARY 1970

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3-----------WEEK 26

4 5 6 7 8 9 10----------WEEK 27

11 12 13 14 15 16 17----------WEEK 28

18 19 20 21 22 23 24----------WEEK 29

25 26 27 28 29 30 31----------WEEK 30

FEBRUARY 1970

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7------------WEEK 31

8 9 10 11 12 13 14-----------WEEK 32

15 16 17 18 19 20 21-----------WEEK 33

22 23 24 25 26 27 28-----------WEEK 34

MARCH 1970

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7-------------WEEK 35

8 9 10 11 12 13 14------------WEEK 36

15 16 17 18 19 20 21------------WEEK 37

22 23 24 25 26 27 28------------WEEK 38

29 30 31

END TRANSMISSION.

AND NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHPT. 10

10:47 POST MERIDIAN

TUESDAY EVENING

12 NOVEMBER, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG

MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:

TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 12, 2019

CURRENT PHASE IS: FULL MOON

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Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously persecuting me FOR THE PAST 65 YEARS, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE ASSAULT ON ME NOW, NOVEMBER 12, OF 2019; WITH A MAJOR AIR AND SKY DEATH SIEGE, ALL DAY LONG AND INTO THE NIGHT, on a crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Computer, 'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GO TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P

I have come to learn from a trustworthy source, that my browser has intentionally disabled my e-mail as well as my photograph, and I am going to call someone for help, as these blogs are too important to just sit back and let my mother fucking MILITUFORCE ENEMIES wreck them!

Yes world, we all love FIREFOX, or most of us do, and count me in as one of those MOSTS. Still, even Firefox as you know, GOT HACKED by these monstrous rotten evil HALLS FAWCES. 'SOOOOOOOOOOOO' Mister Arthur Crane; “what's to do”, to quote the Latengrate Actor, Mister Jack Klugman?

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KEEP YOUR BIG MOUTH SHUT NOW, DONNA!!!

She used to say, and I quote; “If you don't like cats and dogs and kids, there's got to be something wrong with you somewhere”. I am speaking of the world's great and now sadly late, disco diva, Mizz Donna Gaines Summer! Permit me to reevaluate some of me' whittle preconceived notions here, lovely Boston meat-packer, turned DISCO-QUEEN!

The great esoteric FARM that was outside of Haddonfield, New Jersey, & just to the east a wee bit, and also 'TEN YEARS OFF' INTO THE ANTIMATTER NEGATIVE SPACE, known as by Mountainpen's Morianity (Photon Projection) since I do indeed coin many phrases and words, if I do say so me'self, yo.

Robin Hill Apartments

Me' mother fucking apartment is crawling with a new infestation of cock roaches, SHERIFF MASCARA, me' kind sir. I wonder if Levy and McGuire are putting these things in here as they put rats into Jenny Plageman's #10 trailer while I was living there back in positive-space (photon memory), in 2005. I purchased four brand new large RAID cans over at me' Publix Grocery Store today while out on errands, at my PCP-Doctor, and my Wallgreens Pharmacy, yo, Sheriff!

Yes I was out on me' ol' local errands today and WOW did I FALL UNDER A MAJOR SKY DEATH SIEGE that is still presently ongoing, SHERIFF 'KENNETH J. MASCARA', SIR, at twenty past eleven tonight, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!! Let's see what me' ol' MAGNETIC-SOUND-MACHINE (MAGNESONIC) will do to counterstrike this evil and monstrous mother fucking MILITUFORCE, yo BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes I went to my doctor and then to the Publix for RAID as well as some food that should last me throughout the month of November, and then finally stopped at the Walgreen Pharmacy to pick up a prescription that I had refilled on orders of Doctor JAR as I jokingly refer to him as, since his name is James A. Roberts. Yessir Sheriff, my life is a living burning breathing hot nightmare endless hell here on this Earth-Planet; me' kind wonderful awesome sir. I got a phone call late this morning from your office that had the same opening prompt sound but then just disconnected me after I kept saying “HELLO”. Maybe this was a subtle covert message that I was under a real bad goddamn death siege, as this sure proved out to be; kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There is a lovely FULL MOON shining down on me tonight, and SHE has been there for me now for several nights, surrounded of course by those ever dependable MILITUFORCE CHEMTRAILS that clutter and ugly up the skies around me, and have done so since the very tail end of 1987, while I worked for the American Honda Company over at the Mount Laurel, New Jersey Industrial Park, on Gaither Drive, just off Route 73 and Fellowship Road. WEEEEEEEE!

When I went to go to the vestibule area on my 6^th floor here at my PH Building to view DIANA'S LOVELY FULL MOON; I ran into my pal at the end of the hallway, who was going down to the Community-Room to buy a soda. He had a note that he was reading that he had just removed from his door, and several notes just like it were on other doors; and the ones that no notes were on, merely had people who go in and out all the time, so they already had retrieved the notes that were at their doors. I however from the time I was out on me' errands, to the time I came back, and then went out to view my lovely moon; NEVER WAS GIVEN A NOTE. The note was about the THANX-2-GIVENS dinner, held annually at Public Housing, either at this Park Terrace Building, or the other building that is down eight blocks or so away to the north of me, on 7^th Street, visible outside of me' apartment windows. Obviously Sheriff sir, I am hated here, and no one wants me to come to the dinner. Hey Sheriff sir, yo, I wasn't planning to anyway, but this just verifies HOW MUCH I AM HATED ALL OVER EVERYWHERE, and this is due to the MIND CONTROLLERS of the mighty evil wicked BRIGGBASE MILITUFORCE 'EARTH-CHAPTERED' GROUPATION of demonic fucking monsters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thisssssssssssssssssssssssss LOVELY ERICA is why my entire life IS ENDLESS HELL. If they can MIND CONTROL EVERYONE to hate my guts; then employers, landlords, and everything else in life, from romance to finance; is going to be endlessly ruined and wrecked. And you bastards out here have absolutely zero-zip-zilch sympathy for me. I say only thisssssssssssssssssssssssss, lovely BIG O, “WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW”!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Many times, horrendous fucking nightmares before beginning me' day is the cause of the rotten ass day, and maybe today was another one of those shituations. Morianity does indeed add the magical “H” letter to the word “situation” when it is deemed appropriate by the author, the Mountainpen yo BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was in, or my double (doppelganger) was, in some horrible weird parallel reality prison for people who were deemed “not cooperative with society, by their thoughts”; as it was called over in this horrible place. I distinctly remember several things. First, prisoners were actually free to walk around the place, and even walk outside of the place if they exhibited good behavior over time, so long as they remained within the limits of the town that this place was in. Another thing that I remembered was that it was about 100 miles from where I used to live in Hammonton (Berryville), NJUSAESMWG, and I know this because in the experience I was told this by someone who I had good reason to trust was telling it to me straight. Then I remember being questioned from time to time while in my cell at night, usually by a female officer, about ridiculous things that made no sense, and most of the tie I could not even give a good answer, and when I couldn't, I was smacked hard in the face by her. This was perfectly okay procedure in this place. I also remember saying, or hearing my double through me in the interaction, saying something about Atlantic City, and was told quite harshly, “You'll never be allowed in Atlantic City again”. I also remember quite vividly being stuck in some tunnel in this super large prison-place, and after walking down a long circular stairwell system and into this weird tunnel-hallway, it just abruptly ended, and then when I turned back to go the way that I had come from, it was somehow totally blocked off. This was very scary to say the fucking least. It was a real nightmare on steroids, SHERIFF, sir, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I told on early blogs during the first two years of the BOM, in 2006 and 2007, all about my organizational Big-Brother, Mister John Henningsen from Colorado, who I came to believe in my late forties after much meditation and cogitation on many things from my past as a boy; was indeed an AGENT from somewhere in the FEEBS alphabet soup agency system. Then as the blogs went from 2007 into 2008, we all remember the wild PIPE REPAIRMAN-GASME GAMES EXPERT from out of another wild 'nightmare' that was all fully told and blogged about, and then along came that great CBS-NETWORK-TV SHOW called, “The Mentalist”, and this dude Patrick Jane, was the precise person from my wild nightmare, that I had nearly a half year or more before their TV-SHOW ever was created or aired, and WE ALL KNOW THESE THINGS, and it can be TOTALLY PROVEN AND VERIFIED by time and date stamps and other official internet bullshit! Let us now take the word 'CHAIN', since he gave me this wild motorcycle chain one day for absolutely no logical or discernibly rational reason. If we take the Federal Agency called the Central Intelligence Agency and abbreviate it into the (CIA), while viewing the word “CHAIN”, just what is the LETTER 'C', then the letter 'A', and then the LETTER 'I'? The letter 'C' is the 1^st letter in the CHAIN-WORD. The letter 'A' is the 3^rd letter in the CHAIN-WORD. The letter 'I' is the 4^th letter in the CHAIN-WORD. This of course is number 134 when we string it together, or if we let it come out in its natural order in the CHAIN-WORD, it is number 143. OH THOSE TWEETING ROBINS!

So just why did John from COLOR-RED-JOHN TV-SHOW-MENTALIST PIPES GAMES GASME EXPERT NIGHTMARES OF 2007, really give me that great chain that shortly thereafter, the mighty awesome PINK GODDESS SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE stole from me in a dream, similar to the way it was stolen from that same wild hyperspace closed in 2007, 38 years in the future from the first time that it happened to me in that wild December of 1969 dream, followed by that WILD SKY MESSAGE CHEMTRAIL, YO????? Well, first let us examine how John would take me several times to a really wild place on City line Avenue in Philadelphia, right across the street from those many Philadelphia television studios. This place was a very weird place for a corporate executive office suite, at least in those days, and in my humble opinion (IMHO). It had the very same magical 2-WAY mirror system and room that we all enjoy watching being used by the police detectives on that greatest LAW TELEVISION SHOW EVER, called, “L&O” that even went onto surpass PERRY MASON, again, IMHO aniwho, yo! But why did they have this weird interrogation magic mirror system in a Campbell's Soup Executive Office Suite? For that matter, why within a year or so after his return to Colorado, did I end up in Dave Smith's class at COOLEY HALL where another magic mirror was placed in-between his classroom and the shrink's office next to it, Mister Jim Garrigan? Why did I have two magic-mirrors in my life, or let me ask this one instead? How many of you, AS A YOUNG TEEN, HAD TWO OF THESE MIRRORS DIRECTLY IN YOUR LIFE?????????? So let us move this on even still further; shall we peeps out here, as well as me' marvelous and wonderful and great fantastically and sensational BLOGAUDIANS???????? Christ Almighty, even my awesome daughter doesn't have this many wild mirrors or reflections to sing about, or does she? We can always do a James Rockford Garner Maverick, and get back to thissssssssssssss, and with or without lots of loose or busted out teeth, yo yo yo yo BRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Someone does NAUT like this blog, as I am getting crash and low level private airplanes flying outside of me' winder at 24 minutes past midnight, and this death air assault has gone on around me now SHERIFF, ALL DAMN FUCKING CUNT DAY LONG, SINCE I WENT TO MY DOCTOR AT 1:30 yesterday afternoon!!!! You can expect Magnesonic to cause some real nasty HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE aerial disasters and crashes for this MAJOR FUCKING ASS PERSECUTION AND ELDER ABUSE, YO BRO!!!

When I was living at 134 Norris Avenue of the garage-kicking days of Atco, NJUSAESMWG; I went to a medical eye appointment, to my doctor, Doctor M. Morse Michaels, of Narberth, PENNSYLVANIA. His office was just down the way a wee bit from naut only the lovely shamrocks maitees, but also from my Aunt and Uncle's house at 1208 Greentree Lane, also in Narberth, PENNSYLVANIA, USAESMWG. While
I was out being fitted for contact lenses by this doctor who practiced something that then was known as Orthokeratology, the CIA or the FBI, got a FISA WARRANT, and tapped my telephone. How do I know this tap was on my line, Sheriff, you may ask me sir? Well, because I had equipment that allowed me to know this and even hear them setting up the tap, and guess what? I may have even sent this as a phony-accidental flip side on one of my musical projects, to the U.S. Copyright © Office. I may not have, and don't remember for sure one way or the other. But I had tapes on my LIFE-JOURNAL called PHONE-PROGRAM CASSETTE #'s, and I do not remember the number now, but guess it was in the thirties, as Atco was about 55 tapes long, and was ONLOY telephone conversations, and no actual journal speaking was done off-phone, as came to be the norm as the years went by and my journals continued onward. I heard these two fucking FEEB-DUDES calling my blue car a “NUNGEN” whatever a fucking “nungen” is, and I heard the entire tap work go DownloaderChrome and GO DOWN, oh wonderful great all-knowing terrific SIR MICROSUCKS HELLWRECKER SPELLCHECKER YO YO YO YO!!!! So 'WEEEEEEEEEE' and also 'WEEDEEKAWUSS', huh beautiful KP? Me4' pernt Mister Bunkerqueens is just merely thisssssssssssssss: 134 Norris Avenue in Atco, was naut only where I was chocked to death by mysterious FAWCES that to this day are completely unknown, but it also is where this FEDERAL AGENCY began tapping my telephone, when I was naut a spy nor was I breaking any laws. If I was or had been, I would have been prosecuted, WOULD I NAUT, MIZZ LOVELY AT&T BLAKE, YO? Think about that for a second folks, and SHERIFF! Hey, maybe the mother fucking CIA wanted me to be in touch with these FALLS FAWCES, I mean think about it for a second, yo! First, there was the incident where AGENT JOHN gave me this chain that seemed to attract the Almighty Pink-Goddess to me in the first place, and then comes the tapping of my phone while I lived in CHAIN-134. Please understand this one too peeps. CHAIN and CHOKE begin with the same CHOSEN-HUNTINGTON-CHURCH 'CHCHCHCH' SOUND, am I wrong here, or am I 'WROOOOOOONG', to quote that lovely shampoo commercial girl from 1980 on the television?????????? Hey for all I know there are zillions of code words used by the FEEBS, and nungen might just stand for an old ugly clunker car, as that surely would have been the case, as they mentioned my old blue car, and called it “That blue nungen”! WOW to that one!!!!!!!

All my damn life, it seems that some authority system somewhere, is always trying to set me up in 'something', and I'll be fucking damned in hell if I ever live long enough to figure it all out, with or without water everywhere, good and bad guys, or any Earthly motivated GASME-GAMES of the damn ass GODS of the great PURGATORY!!!!

I really think that some part of the black file agencies, that Morianity abbreviates as the 'BFA', is trans-factional, to coin another new word should the hyphen be removed. There is some part of the ESS that is inside of these great covert agencies, all of them; and I do believe that the vast majority means me no good at all, while a few, to make the GASME-GAMES of the GODS more endlessly interesting, are actually on my side; and even silently and secretly ROOTING ME ON! Look at it this way. John brings me a chain that this groupation knows beyond a doubt, will in some weird and unexplainable way, attract the Almighty PINK GODDESS to me in transdimensional-reality. Never forget that it is absolutely in the interest of national security, that all of man's religious systems be made a part of everything around us. If the past few years does NAUT make you all see this fact as clearly as you see your own hand, you may as well just give up right now, as you're as dead as a busted automobile tailpipe, yo! I mean as Margie Leo put it so perfectly at Caldor Store #113 back in November of 1985, “Cut me a break”. Hey I guess worse shit can be cut! Yuk and 'stinko'!!!!!!! See, another brand new fucking word, me' BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Then where did I end up before I ran away from Jersey and came here to fucking Florida ten years ago minus one month? Yes, I was renting a home with Ann and Dawn King, at 841 Thirteenth Street in Hammonton, and who owned this home? You got it folks. An agent of the FBI, Agent Steve Caruso of Austin, Texas, USAESMWG! And let me add in one more thing. Talent as great as Dick Wolf's folks cannot be just random chance shit, naut by a damn long-shot. IMHO, based on way too much irrefutable proof and evidence on countless items, from my life to lives of many others; Mister Wolf could only know hidden things along the lines of Gene Roddenberry's warp-drive guy who chocked Spock and Kirk, if he is indeed a part of the mighty Astral-Plane GROUPATION from the BRIGGBASE who comes here to this human plane to meet up with and merge with a bunch of peeps who can do these incredible things and make these mind blowing fantastic shows. I believe there are numerous chapters to the Exploratronic Supermind Society, and I also believe that not everyone has to be a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON to be in this groupation. I know one more powerhouse item as well. The mighty LORD or (SAR) without the gender alteration of the AH/ESS, while here as the male-Jesus GOD part of HERSELF, said a major thing to his peeps back there 2000 years ago or so, yo. He said that, “A house divided against itself cannot stand”. Translating to true Morianity, it goes, “A house or a system divided by itself MUST CONVERT. In other words, he said that the square root of the COSMIC MIND is the PHOTON. Those in the days of your, long ago, would never be able to see this, as even now, only physicists know what's being fucking said here. So energy is mass when converted by or with cosmic mind, and mass is energy when divided by or with cosmic mind. This information was directly imputed into the brain of a human being by the name of Albert Einstein. However, photon squared equals cosmic mind yes, BUTTTTTTTT, the Physical Plane of life depends on this great formula in the famous 'A' direction of the mathematical inverse of this equation, while the Astral Plane of timeless existence depends on this great formula in its way more weird and unknown 'B' direction of the mathematical inverse of this great formula. Since MIND is what brings us this incredible ability to have SEPARATION, this is why we must no longer see space or time as space or time or even space-time, but rather as SPACE-TIME-MIND, (STM), as this is absolute fucking truth, no matter who the shit eating hell wishes to believe this or NAUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes BLOGAUDIANS and AAT peeps; the great Mister Einstein was given this knowledge by direct communication with the COINS/COILS or the (GODS-ANGELS-ultimate high energy entities) of the ASTRAL-PLANE (PURGATORY). If he had been given this wisdom and knowledge there, he would have only paid attention to the part of the inverse equation that matters there, but rather, he was given this information here in human-life. So he as well as those around him, only concentrated on the one side of it. How do these things all tie together you may wonder about now? Well, for now just know please folks, THEY DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT.

Today, October 20, 2019, I thought was gonna' be a real doozie-whopper; but the great COSMIC-BI-POLAR MILITUFORCE kicked in, with another Ocean City, New Jersey 'Surpriser-wave' of weirdness, after that big pig slob girl slammed her door again super ass loud, it got quiet until well past five this evening, when suddenly, my upstairs dirthole prickshits began moving their pussy chewing fucking furniture around, making a gods awful racket, SHERIFF sir. WOW THAT!!

There are no absolutes, but David Leigh Smith from Cooley-Hall had some very wonderful advice for me that day after I returned from Ellisberg Circle's weird school of machine-professors. I told on earlier blogs a lot about this place, the Ellisberg Circle that is, not just limiting this discussion to this school that was there. There was mom's boyfriend who took mom and me by car one Saturday afternoon in the autumn of 1969, to several stores there. My mom needed to buy a mirror, and I was told to take it to the car, and given the keys, so I could place it into the back seat, and then either come back and find my mom and her boyfriend Sid, or at my discretion, remain in the car until they completed their shopping task. I chose to do neither, and took the mirror, and used it to almost cause a lot of serious problems, by using it in a manner not intended by its manufacturer, that is, to reflect bright blinding sunlight, directly into the face of drivers. Today, the world of this new age would have seen me in what I call, the Abbey Carmichael Law & Order way, you know, a bad egg, a crazy nutty adolescent who needs to just be locked away, for not conforming and obeying and saying yes sir, no ma'am to every dam adult within my daily interactivity. Hey, I wasn't a really bad ass, but I was quite the imp who could really piss off my mom's sort of nutty boyfriend, Sidney, without, to quote Lenny McKinnon who I would not go onto meet for eleven years, ''any doubt about it''.

Before this time, back in the spring time of 1969, about a half of a year or so, I had become friends, and not by my choosing, but everything in this life is always my fault and I am the perpetual absolute bad guy in all things, as I shortly thereafter have come to learn; but yes, Brad and I did some things that were bad, and I told about most of it, on these blogs, the first two years of them, in 2006 and 2007. But why I acted out, had something to do with being given this somewhat wild bigger kid, who was fourteen months younger than me, in the body of a seventeen year old, with the physical strength to match, and an eye for the fairer gender, and on I can go here, but won't, since he is not here to produce his side of anything that I might say; but yes, he was a wild customer, and quite a pistol, and a lot more; but he was my pal, and we did become close friends; about as close as any two young teen boys could be, who lived in the same garden type apartment system, of those times and days. But Brad was not the only reason that I began going a bit loco in many various ways, such as acting out with screaming and cursing, and being defiant with parents and authority, abnd feeling life was somehow mistreating me, because shit was happening to me, beginning early in February of that year, and going strong, month after month, in ways that no blog could ever really hope to adequately and properly address and define in terms that would permit normal and average type of people, any ability to identify and or relate to me, from their own personal private young lives. I am speaking of three major things here, that most of you out here know, or think that you all do, to some degree and some extent. These being, the chain and the wild teen girl on Tennessee Avenue of Atlantic City, the train and my suddenly remembering an entire half century or more of a lifetime, where I had grown into a man and an adult, lived a totally failed and fucked up life, and ended up realizing that I had been repeating this loop of nightmares, similar to being literally trapped in a hellish I-Ching Trance, for what would seem to be about six to ten thousand years, give or take, if all strung together. The biggest of all, was the first Saturday in July, just shortly before Brad and his mom, Grace Messenger, moved away, and took up residence in Cherry Hill, in the Stievasent Towers, about two miles or more away from the Haddon Hills Apartments. I do not have a play by play memory of the day it happened and the exact events. It is jumbled broken up nightmarish fragments, just exactly like the inverted digital year to follow, 27 years later, in 1996, when the great exploratron Patty-Paula, got me a second time, and this time, was witnessed to some degree, by a maintenance person at the apartment I was at then, called the Highview Apartments, in Monroe Township, Gloucester County, Williamstown, New Jersey, just down the street from the famous Black Horse Pike, and the Gete's Diner. My Spell-Check has been disabled, so I need to go off and come back on, and fix my typos.

Discussing exploratron-Patty-Paula or EPP for short, is like discussing Sarah Krassle, as with both, this mother and daughter team have extremely unfathomable abilities to do inconceivable and outlandish mystical things, and they do them on a regular basis. If you do not think about someone, yet begin to dream about them on a regular basis, this means that they are thinking about you. I promise you that this is true, but I am speaking in five dimensions, not three. This applies to both of these 'people' and yes, I do single quote the word there, as I do not know just who or what they really truly are. The game that Sarah wants me to play with her, seems to imply that by its very title that she spouted off to me on P. H. Day of 1996, and very interesting symbolic initials too if I may add here; this game seems to be all about indeed guessing who is 'real' and who is 'not real', or who is the guest, which can very easily be interpreted to mean, who has an active dreaming-doppelganger inside of them, hence that would be the 'GUEST' that I will need to 'GUESS', if I am to successfully navigate my way through this physical hellish life and this horrendous HUNTINGTON FAMILY CURSE.

She “SK” said to me, back on 7 December, of 1996, just shy of 5 AM, while I was dead asleep and out of this world where my body was laying in my bed, and I was on her great street, in-between the great TRINITY-HOTEL, and the great and powerful monster dirt ball Robert McGuire's Hotel-Bar, and I quote; “Let's play a game boy, called GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”. I promise any of you out there in cyber-village, that if things like this had happened to you, you too would be blogging away and trying to get this message out to the Earth-Planet, as best as a nobody ever is able to emmereffing do, yo!

STS----(Secrets Thermometer Scale)

Yes as a result of this blog today people, the rating will be a minimum of one red star in. If you are not in the mood for, and I will quote the great wonderful President Barack Obama here, a real “doozie-whopper”, well, I have some great advice for you, yo. QUIT READING THIS ONE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

STS----(Secrets Thermometer Scale)

So as 'Chester'-Frank might put it right about now folks, along with the wonderful and beyond awesome Senator Sanders in a duel effort as well, I'm now yelling out a great big superb, gargantuan, and extremely “HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE *WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*”!!!!!!!!!

I would do anything or give anything or sign anything to reach such a deal of exchange with whoever that may be, SO LONG AS IT IS LEGAL OF COURSE, or to quote distant cousin Donald, just so long as it can all be done “LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGALLY”

To quote the great and illustrious Mister Dennis Snyder of Elm, New Jersey, “That's just reality son”!!!!

I was gonna' mother fucking say onward and upward, but in truth, I would really need to say, ONWARD & DOWNWARD, would I NAUT, Miss AT&T BLAKE of 1983??????????? Yessir folks and peeps out here, a minimum of a dozen parts to my wonderful 1994 book, “TPB”, have all been taken, and used, and ripped off; and those marvelous things that I wrote have all gone into other things in the great ENTERTAINMENT WORLD, that my daughter wonders endlessly why I despise and detest so much. Like fucking WOW Miss Winfrey; and many many millions of fucking dollars have been made by many people, while of course the author behind it all, WAS JUST LEFT CRAWLING IN THE DUST WITH ROACHES AND MAGGOTS all over him for his reward and thanx!!!!!!!!!!

In my 1994 “TPB” (The Permission Barrier) book, I discussed many things within the confines of a fictional character named Russ Walker, me, who later IMHO went onto create, whether it be directly, or indirectly, through and by way of VIA Halls Fawces; all great garage kicking karate and martial arts moves, with or without wonderful rangers from wonderful southwestern states like TEXAS, and several of these things are all as intertwined as any groupation of ivy branches ever were, in the history of ancient colleges yo; and the main item was how fawces can be located and intentionally used afterwards, in order to hurl things to great unfathomable distances, so that planetoid-colonies could be set up far away from Earth, and then using a cosmic-internet (cosmanet) for lack of naming it any better, my entire life can be rationally explained, at least to some degree.

Now the great book from 1994 “TPB”, is also part of other powerful interconnected and definitely intertwined other realities. Just as TPB discusses so many incredible things that the BOM does more than a dozen years later into the photon-projection (future), another one is all about the ULTIMATE BI-POLAR MILITUFORCE, that sends my life endlessly crossing back and forth over the LIFE-SCALE so to speak, day to day and year in and year out since Sabrina Collins and all of this ALL BEGAN. Folks, I know for a fact that before August 15, 1986; one out of twelve, on long run averaged out life charts of mine, that I had faithfully been keeping since July of 1982; of my days, showed up as what would come to be labeled by the Mountainpen, as BOTBARS, (very bad days), so bad that they could be rated and charted, even long before the calendar day ended, or the daylight from the following day would begin. Put simply, one out of twelve days were really bad ones, and the other eleven, hey maybe they didn't belong to slutty Kim Kartrashian, but they were passable 'okay' days, naut to get Mister King all wet or resurrected here. Now whoever was 'OZ-CURTAIN' behind the total absolute ruination and wreckage of my education and hence my future-adult life as a resulting factor, WERE THEY JUST MERELY FEELING GUILTY about their participation in this mess, and is then what lead to the magical high school diploma deal that was made to my mother and me, by the COUNTY BOARD OF EDUCATION? OR was there even way way way fucking more wild inconceivable junk that was all cleverly hidden behind all of this nightmare dogshit? Again, this bit about my magical high school diploma from the last blog, is very important along with all the shit on this blog; as THIS IS A MAJOR FOUNDATION THAT IS BEING LAID BY MOUNTAINPEN, before I take us all to HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE new places and concepts. But I will be opening this up as this blog now winds down to its ultimate fucking ass conclusion, yo folks!!!!

You see kind folks, and SHERIFF KEN J. MASCARA SIR; rapped up in all of this entire nightmare story of MOUNTAINPEN'S HUNTINGTON FAMILY CURSE, is: The year 1969, and the shit then regarding ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, the magical non-Hollister chain, or maybe it was Hollister magic, as who can ever know such great truths, wonderful Librarian of the Congress of 2007, who desperately needed to get rid of that mind crushing “little yellow piece of paper”, Sarah Krassle and HER wild dream, and HER stealing of the chain, and the incredible HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE tri-trail jet chemtrail in early middle December of 1969, that I now refer to as the “CHAIN STEAL, & SK's SKY-MESSAGE”, and the 4^th of July Holiday at Ziggy's Jetty under the C.P., that led to a globally known hit recording, and the other national anti-pollution message that used my voice, with pigs all over the beach on many generations perhaps; huh Patty me' lovely gal?, the 1980 LOIS FOCA song sung to me by this incredible magical goddess, when I was newly residing at 1802 Robin Hill, and finally the 1983 mysterious medical condition where out of the blue I found myself choking to death, and no damn medical person having a clue as to why. This of course followed months of vely vely non-FCC-McDowell mysterious telephone calls, the wild Privecode Machine, invented by the IMMC later to become the InterDigital Corporation, and then all led up to the great magical lab-technician throat specialist's assistant who was instrumental in the great BonJovi project of thirty years of photon projection or up in the future in the year of 2013. Then of course the really big deal was 1986 and the night I died, went to hell, and never ever came back,so then I ask you Jack Klugman sir, and I won't say to you, “What's to do”, but rather, “Where then am I since this sure is naut the place that I left the night before”? I will say however, and naut just to Mister Klugman; that this string of stuff from 1969 through 1986, ending me up at dirtbag Richard Barf Karpf's house of true agony and pain, all has interconnecting tentacles just like a fucking mean octopus grabbing a deep sea diver until he chokes to death along with the Mountainpen in 1983, from lack of oxygen. Also this five month wild excursion into wherever and whatever, at this house of ultra hyper-time agony, at 1931 Route 70 (Marlton Pike), in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG, is indeed naut only connected precisely into itself and all of the each-other items all throughout this nightmare mess on steroids, but even the connections to the world where I seemingly traveled into and stayed for 153 days that seemed to even peak mister Roddenberry's interests, him and his crew of fantastic fiction writers, only just as with “TPB”, just how damn ass fictional really and truly and verily, is all of this shit, yo? Everything from both these worlds has seemingly collided along with the shit that individually does in each one of them on their own very separate levels. Even the mighty super sleuth Sir Sherlock Holmes would not be able to solve this awesome mystery, or would he, Captain Picard sir? Why don't we create another program on your marvelous H-Deck, or better still sir, why don't we tell the damn professor just how fantastic my shit is, so that the damn college can get behind it and make it happen as lovely Irene Cara would say it or sing it so well, back in the flash dancing choke year of 1983? There is nothing at all that my idea cannot do if it just was permitted to begin on a small level, Uncle Heinz Babyblond Gottwald of all great cameras and 1972 Christmas angel years, road trips, and wonderful awesome talented daughters from DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now, this will lead me into the very final part of this bwog, Mister Elmer Fwudd, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAHA!

My last will and testament:

Sheriff Mascara, I am making you my executor, kind sir, as I have no money to LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGALLY 'carry' out my objectives here, 'no pun intended', but yes, I still bequeath to my daughter, the sea charts, found in my documents envelope, as this is HER HERITAGE, and my father would never have been allowed into certain places in secret areas of certain museums in Europe back in the days of WWll, unless he had some Portuguese roots himself.

This is all that I wish for M.C. To have.

My last will and testament:

Sheriff Mascara, I am making you my executor, kind sir, I will all my worldly goods to the Ancient Astronaut Theorists. Now if there is a main club or society address, this is where this is to be directed. They own my blogs and any and all on-line work since I started this in early January of 2006. Also, all of my copyrights until they run out, are to go to the AATS/AAT. Only a proper understanding someday of my blogs as well as my songs and other stuff that is all copyrighted by me, will life humanity out of the doldrums of present day RELIGIOUS OPPRESSION. I hope someday that the son of the great president, whom I never liked, since he did so much to hurt the poor and oppressed such as myself, but that his son RONNIE REAGAN, who knows what devastating effects that this crap can have on someone, joins up with the AATS, and if he does, I want him to be one of the people in charge of properly examining all of my blogs and all of my copyrighted material.

Anything I have that can be sold for anything can go to burn or bury my physical remains and throw my shell into potters field at any local municipality, currently as of the date on this blog, I reside in Fort Pierce, Florida, absolutely legally.

Now people, if there is no organized groupation for the Ancient Astronaut Theorists, then the following three people, should they agree, have full rights to any and all of my intellectual property, divided in thirds between them, with the desire by me for them to someday soon set up such a club or society with regular meetings, and with the BOM edited as desired, included in their vast and growing knowledge of what is truth and reality, or what is MORIANITY as I label this to be in nomenclature.

DAVID CHILDRESS, WHO DISCUSSES THESE MATTERS ON MANY EDUCATIONAL TV CHANNELS
PROFESSOR MICHIO KAKU OF THE NEW YORK UNIVERSITY (NYU)
AUTHOR OF THE GREAT BOOK AND AAT'ist, 'CHARRIOT OF THE GODS'

This now ends

My last will and testament:

I have done lots of soul searching, and this is how I want things to go. Whether or naut they go the way I want to is somewhere between mother fucking problematical and absolutely pathetic. Gee willagars folks, would you weelwee have a better Twinbay-Desire' attitude than me, should you be facing the endless hellishness that I am?

“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 (Bob McDowell??????????????

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!

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 REALE, 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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!

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 fucking 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!!!!

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's South Atlantic City Rooming-house 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!!!!!!

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!!!!!!

END TRANSMISSION.

The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"

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