THE
BEGINNING, AND SMELLING 'GOUUUUUUUD'
1:30
POST
MERIDIAN
FRIDAY
MORNING
20
MARCH, 2020
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
THE
BLOGS
OF
MOUNTAINPEN
©
2006-2020
MARK
WAYNE
MOHR
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RIGHTS RESERVED ®
THE
'BOM'
THE
TORTURE AND SLOW MURDER
CHAPTER
44
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
MOUNTAINPEN'S
LUNAR PHASES CHART:
FRIDAY,
MARCH 20, 2020
CURRENT
PHASE IS:
WANING
CRESCENT 4:7
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5
WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4
WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 N.M.
Well
it ain't 12-12-12, or eleven-eleven-eleven, or 8-8-88, or 8-8-8, but
people; it is another 20-20-20 day, and for another 18 times, I will
have to be concerned with either month days of the second and the
twentieth. If we include the twenty-second as well, with nine months
remaining for all the 02, 20, and 22 days, that will total out to be
27 more of these dates in 2020 where the entire numerical date is
composed of 'zero' and 'two' digits. In any case, I can only concern
myself with one day at a time. For another 22 and a half hours, I am
in this monthly occurring 20-20-20 date, until Saturday midnight
rolls the hell around.
The
dude who came over to see how I was doing that morning and knocked on
my door to check on me about a year ago or so now, that I blogged
about; was at the lobby-desk when that idiot by the name of George,
burst into this building with his gun the other early morning. I
suppose I am mistaken when I think the worst things only happen to
me, as I did not have to directly confront that asshole nut case. He
told me that the huge bus like vehicle was a supplies bus that the
county uses in emergencies. I never in all my days have seen anything
like it. Yes, at least I was relatively safe inside my apartment.
This poor guy on the other hand was right there with that maniac
George. There will be community meetings on the following two weeks,
and I plan to go to at least one of them. While stuck in this
nightmare place, I need to remain proactive about my situation and
tenancy here at this NON-PATTY-HOLLISTER-BUILDING, Mister Redfield
sir! My very best to all of your pals from Peru.
I
am going to straighten out one big thing here and now concerning
these blogs and what they truly are about. The one word that
pertains to this is in the very start of every single one of them,
HARASSMENT. These things that happen to me continuously are for the
most part totally invisible, while few are more direct. This of
course is why I never can get real help from any of the authorities
around me. I understand both their situation as well as my dilemma
completely. That doesn't mean that I am not totally fucking pissed
off at this. The last goddamn time I checked, I was a flesh and blood
human being with feelings and normal emotions. This will bring me to
a recent situation, and this is only the most recent of ongoing shit
around me ever since I was old enough to realize there was time and
calendars.
I
told how I was treated badly at my local pharmacy several days ago.
The following day, Wednesday, I called my
health insurance peeps at Humana. I eventually reached a very
nice and helpful agent, but originally, the first person acted the
very same way that the Walgreen's place
did, as if I was some lunatic for even checking out my potential
problem with getting my needed medications during these times of this
wicked fuckign global pandemic from the Corona
Virus-ID
#19-Strain. The hackers have my fucking
SPACE-BAR-HACK going full force
today. What a bunch of nutty pricks! But this second person made sure
that I would get a supply of the five meds that I take. I was told to
pick it up the following day after nine in the morning, Thursday. But
when I got there around eleven or so, they only had three of the
five, and only partial supplies of the full amount that was
originally promised me. They say that today, Friday, the rest will be
there. We will see. Still, I was made to feel like some crackpot nut
just for practicing what the news people tell us all to do, as far as
getting advanced meds in unison with the new suggested “social
distancing”, also talked about on al news broadcasts. The last
agent did not act like this, but all the peeps at the Walgreen's
place did, as well as the first lady whom I originally spoke to at
Humana. All my life, I do what people tell me to do, and all I get
for it is major mistreatment and being labeled totally nuts and
county crackpot. Now with the age of the internet, we can alter the
word county to the entire globe I would suppose, at least if the
mighty know it all Mizz Listener Therese of WFMU has anything to say
about it. Yes people,my fuckign SHIFT BAR on this keyboard is cunt
lapping totally shot and in need of replacement. When I try to make
it work, it is all fucked up and many times I get a weird stupid pop
up screen, asking if I want to turn on some dumb ass feature. Being
dirt fucking poor all your life is a real mother fucking barrel of
goddamn laughs, yo!
It
seems that my pal Mike has a source of information that eludes me,
and he never really tells me where he gets his shit from, seemingly
ahead of the curve so often. He tells me he rarely reads papers, or
watches news; and he is an old timer who is even dumber than me on
things concerning the online world, so he definitely doesn't get it
from the net. Still, all magical kingdoms
aside, I heard my distant cuzz talking
just yesterday around noon, about that drug that Mike
pronounced, and it was the same thing.
Some people just seem to always be ahead of things. Me, count me as
someone who is always a step or two behind mother fucking shit, and I
know that this is done to me by forces FAR
BEYOND MY CONTROL!!!!!!!!!!
Some
things never get old. Some things said on the BOM blogs, never ever
go out of style, and they have endless sleeper effects, sometimes
taking that word SLEEPER in more ways than just one, and for a
perfect example, we have this: That
night, watching
those 'Star Trek' shows,
while living at 112 Harvard Avenue, Somerdale, New Jersey, USA,
Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, in 1996, in the autumn, on the 30th
Anniversary of their TELEVISION SHOW PRODUCTION LAUNCH;
memories flooded in, that I could not handle; leading to the wild
dreams the following year, of the Publishing
Clearinghouse's PCN-231
PRIZE-PATROL
truck,
with that co-ed named K. J. McAllister, who won that January of 1997;
and then the wild song that led to the 2012 production and 2013
Copyright, of “Wanna'
Spend My Time”,
the fence at Eden's great garden, and a lot more. This is when I was
looking nearby the television set, little as it may have been Mizz
Britney Lavino, and Mister Stanley Crooked Bernstein; and as that
great voted-number-1 episode of STAR TREK was airing, suddenly a
voice kept saying, while I was staring off of the TV set, and onto my
venetian blinds, “Sarah
Kessle, Sarah Kessle”.
In any event, where can we even begin with all of this horrible
nightmare shit, Sheriff sir; after these monsters took away my entire
life, child and adult, ruined my entire mother fucking education,
threw me into an institution at ten years of age, for doing nothing
at all wrong or criminal, the great and now defunct NJNPI, in
Princeton, New Jersey, USA, sir; killed my mother late in 1997,
killed my best and only adult friend, Dave Roth, in March of 2002;
and I could type on, and on, and on; as if you could care in the
least, kind sir; you and Prosecutor Ron Worthless Wirtz!!! As I said
sir, this is why people eventually fucking snap, and do shit like the
Colorado deal, and on and on and on and on! Now, the old trustworthy
Milituforce Word-Disappearing mother fucking hack was just used on me
illegally, in
total violation of MY CIVIL AND HUMAN LIBERTIES sir, as a totally
born free and legal citizen of this rotten nation, SIR!
As for being ahead or behind the curves of life in some
outlandish and endlessly existing circumstance; there are always
possible ideas for explaining surreal and weird shit, but I right
now, have absolutely nothing whatsoever to add in heredahelda or IN
HERE, Mister Microsoft SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, some things will
always stand out like a sore tooth in al of this entire STORY OF THE
MOUNTAINPEN. Another sore tooth part is the medically connected
reality between my daughter and myself, as well as how things all
seemingly get set up in the year of 1983, by forces who either have
total control over what we mortals call TIME, or else as I suspect,
my daughter actually is secretly, PINK GODDESS all along. Yes peeps,
not last night but the night before, AGAIN I was on the goddamn
beaches of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, and AGAIN wild shit was
happening. Rarely is it night time in these “DREAMS”, and this
was one of those times. At a more opportune time, and hopefully soon;
I'll get into all of this more specifically. This is by no means a
blog about Merry. This is a blog about all of my interactions with
the Astral Plane, and lovely
Mommy-Patty showed me how to access this “locale” with her great
FASCITAR wisdom, although done IMHO, very spuriously in
an extremely cloak and dagger covert way, as all of you know! Yessir,
someone or some thing out here somewhere, Captain fucking Kirk
Almighty, appears to want to ENDLESSLY KEEP ME BLIND AND BEHIND THE
CURVES FOREVER, because should I ever be released from that ultimate
condition of negativity, I would be able to once and for all, expose
the truths of everything, to this entire Earth-Planet population. Go
ahead peeps, make sense out of why the great Disney people were all
so damn interested in me' goddamn music? And then tell me that there
is no ultimate and quintessential fucking connections to this, and
my “BURN
WITH FIRE” 1969 song that I always dreamed of
lovely Mizz
PHHH singing for me some day! The damn
Hyper-Space-Mechanics
of the Disney's High School
Musical shows of James Redfield, will
always deafeningly echo in me' mother fucking ears!
CHRIS,
ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD
CHAPTER
4
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