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Now
it is high time or beyond high time for me to tell you all a little
bit more of how the great connecting dots of the Mountainpen's life
really go together as adult life chugged onward past the teenaged
years and well into the twenties and beyond. Something that Patty
HHH's pal Steve said to me in 1974 in his darn Philadelphia apartment
is why I am not only in full total belief to what I will say now, but
put me on an FBI polygraph test any time and anywhere, and it will
show you I speak only TRUTH when I also claim that I had back in
Jersey before it was all taken away from me by the KINGS, powerful
and incredible PROOFS to the entire mess that I am now about to
discuss and blog out to the public darn domain for crying out louder
than loudspeakers.
Since
we now have A MAJOR DARN FLYING BULLISH RALLY DOW JONES STOCK MARKET,
TWO DAYS STRIAGHT AGAIN, AND AS A DIRECT RESULT OF MY BRAND NEW IN
2020 DUAL-HARASSMENT OF MAJOR
COMCAST SERVICE HARASSMENT FOLLOWED SHORTLY THEREAFTER
BY MISTER DIRTBAG 605-MEXICO;
AND THIS ENDLESS POST AUGUST OF 1986
(ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY); I must now pull
back absolutely no punches here and tell something, and I
fully believe my rotten miserable kid could verify it to the world,
and she of course, just as with my JUNE 4, 1983 nightmare; OBVIOUSLY
NEVER EVER GASH DARN IS WILLING TO DO SO!!!!! I have a
title for this syndrome also, peeps. I call it the ED GREEN SO YOU
LOSE YOUR DAMN PAULA WESTON JOB, SYNDROME. If only the mighty and
extremely talented Mister Dick Wolf knows what's getting said here,
well, that's better than nothing. I'll always be willing to take one
over zero, as much as I'd love a whole darn pile of zeros to follow
that one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ask anyone who knew me from
me' days in Atlantic City and me' professional gambling times in
1986, and they'll definitely confirm this: “Mark is not
greedy”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My kid did not get that attribute from me,
as she is very very greedy. But let us get back to Mister Steve and
1974 for right now, folks.
You'll
have to take my word for it when I tell you that he said something
one day out of the three days that I visited him in his Philadelphia
apartment up near 16th Street in Center-City back then,
and of course, most of the topic of conversation was him telling me
in a lovesick voice how much he was crushing on lovely PATTY
HOLLISTER. She had no interest at all whatsoever in him, and they
were merely city-office coworkers and after hours bar friends where
once in a while, they'd meet in a Gloucester City, New Jersey bar. It
is very important to add that this bar right on Broadway was the very
same bar that Jim Burr before he was 'born again in Jesus Christ in
the late summer of 1973, also went to and fished out, and who knows,
maybe also in the very same crowd as Steve and Patty. Anyway,
something that Steve said to me one day at his place was along the
lines and of course I am paraphrasing here, that Patty got him
chanting that NEO-HO-RENGAY-KEYOH chant that many peeps who do
serious meditations know about quite well, and also ingesting at
precise times each day, extremely bizarre mixed foods that one could
call witches brews in a caldron if so inclined. He was telling me
some details about one particular Lima Bean mixture with all sorts of
weird things like totally crushed sunflower seeds and wild
blackberries and the gods only know what else junk was all mixed up
together and eaten at exactly six in the evening, and on and on and
on. But he blurted out something about seeing the future in a wild
vision and I was in it and several other peeps were in it as well. He
and Patty were not in it. Anyway, he led me to believe that two
decades in the future, I would have something that some powerful
force or group of powerful peeps didn't want for me to ever get my
hands on, and that some wild god or angel or entity was standing in a
corner of a room, about eight feet tall, and was telling him in this
vision that a plan was already concocted so that I would lose this
thing that I had, and that something that was mentioned on a
telelvision syfy show was a part of all of this. Well, great. How
about the first episode after the pilot episode of the great original
STAR TREK SHOW and Gary Mitchel who was contacted by PINK GODDESS
when they got too close to HER, (the MWG barrier), and then became a
god as a direct result. How about how he was reading a book in the
sick bay andwas telling his old academy pal Captain James Kirk or
maybe it was another member of kirk's crew; oh yes, I remember now
clearly just from typing out this much in live real time, it was that
lovely female psychiatrist that also turned into a goddess later on.
Gary Mitchel mentioned a love sonnet from the year 1996, their past
of course in this fictional television show, and my future then in
1974 while at Steve's apartment. He was talking about the Canopious
planet and how a love sonnet was written back two hundred years ago
in 1996. Then of course, we have thisssssss, oh lovely Erica Snakes
non-Publix snacks of the endless TWO-TOW, USE-SUE-GASME GAMES OF THE
GODS AND GODDESSES (COINS AND COILS OF THE PURGATORY):!!!
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