Friday, July 10, 2020

POOR POOR PITIFUL NON LR-ME, CHPT. 26






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3:18 PM, FRIDAY, 10 JULY, 2020



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I lost electrical power for nearly an hour shortly after posting up CHPT. #25. As soon as I posted it up, the skies grew dark ad within half an hour, a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE LIGHTNING STORM blew in, and whamo, out went the lights. I always forget that when they do come back on, my TV that I purchased at the Goodwill Store a year or more ago now, with no included remote control and thus I got for a real steal; comes back on with the menu screens starting with 'LANGUAGE', and there is no way to fucking exit out of it at least that I know of, without the remote, other than to switch on my DVD player that's attached to the system, and then when that plays, the system for whatever the mother fucking reason decides to reset to where it was before the outage. But it takes a toll on my nerves as I forget this, and for the third time now since buying the TV set, I frantically switch and turn and hit all of the bells and whistles and controls on the top of the flat screen TV set, and with no results other than a gigantic rise in my goddamn blood pressure. I must make a note to myself on the computer document filing system or else write it down and masking tape the note to the back of the fucking television set, so that until it is either burned into my brain to do this when power gets restored, or else I get a new TV someday with a remote control device; and save myself a near nervous breakdown, thinking that my entire day is ruined and that I may need to go and purchase another set somewhere!!!!!!! But needless to say, the day, despite lovely Goddess Diana coming over, and MAJOR-VISITING WITH HER 'LITTLE BOY' AS SHE LOVES TO CALL ME EVER SINCE THE PRIVECODE DAYS OF THE MIDDLE NINETEEN-EIGHTIES, ON THIS MORTAL WORLD AND PLANE OF LIFE; is what I used to refer in those same EIGHTIES so often, and that my good pal, Mister David Charles Roth and I, would have so many laughs about in the New Jersey Pine Barrens so damn ass often; to as, a BOTBUR, as opposed to a fucking BOTBAR day. BOTBAR stands for a day that is BOTTOM OF THE BARREL ALREADY RATED, where as a BOTBUR stands for a day that is BOTTOM OF THE BARREL UNOFFICIALLY RATED. Yessir, without me' daut to maybe complain about my desire to occasionally use rhyming prevarications, to which I reply that I don't agree with her; the day has the chance for a non-BOT rating, but is holding at the 1-1-non Fonda-HELL level as of the time it is proclaimed as BOTBUR, and thus, when I am pissed off at something happening, I deflect my anger that could possibly otherwise be directed as more dangerous and deadly 'HULK-RAGE', and in this particular case, I would say here, that this entire thing is quite UN, OFF, ICI, ALLY (unofficially) rated, and without any assistance from the Astral Plane's great PHASE-4-Entities, Shorty MacInvondi, or the great “GONG SHOW” in 1979 with that lovely gorgeous young honey by the name of Jill MacInaley! So yes, MC; sorry if me' whittle 'whimes' upset you from time to time, but boy oh boy Harvey-Wabbit, and Sir James Stuart; what can I 'mustache twirling' say here, Sir JAYJAY GOOD TIMES EVANS, yo, from all Public Housing and Welfare Projects, in New York's QUEENS, in Florida's screwed up and very hot Fort Pierce, or in Chicago's stomping ground of me' Latengrate Great Aunt Alice Gallagher Huntington, for crying out Fontana Loudspeaker LOUD; MIKE SUCKS SOFT!!!!!!!!















Thank YOUUUUUUUUU lovely Lightning for coming over t see me again today. Boy do I love you beyond anything that could ever possibly be spoken in human words!!!!!!!!











As for the power outage and television screw up, I don't believe that anything, be it GOOD OR BAD; ever just randomly happens, not to ANYONE OF US; and yes lovely Miss Mashell Daniels, of the Recorded Publications Laboratories (RPL), of 1980's Camden, NJUSAESMWG; “I'm entitled to my opinion”, and I have absolutely no damn control over people such as my super prejudiced mother, so hate me not world, as for someone who grew up with a mom who did nothing but think WP and WS thoughts, just not in a violent way; I turned out pretty damn okay, wouldn't you agree with me, OH MIGHTY LATENGRATE SIR from Tennessee Avenue, of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, and other Atlantic City areas as well, Mister John King?

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Yes, me' ol' fucking bland-blog book is now over, or actually, was over, when the tenth chapter ended. Like DUH. Funny how I know stuff because I am not afraid to let the truth come directly into my conscious mind, well, most of the time. Most people if not all people, don't dare. It causes damage to rational sanity. I admit to being a damaged individual, and a pathetic fucking soul. Why bother trying to deny such an obvious reality? But I don't hear voices, see shit, or have delusions about things. The Psych world can argue with me, but I know that I don't do these three things. I also know that my major mood swings, can be called two things. One is a bipolar mental disorder. Another is a perfectly normal fucking reaction to unnatural stimulus, being continually pumped all around me for a lifetime, without fucking relent. If shit happens to make you bubbly happy at noon, miserable at 2, super happy again at 4, and off the scale monster wo-wiz-me at 6, and this cycle keeps going; I don't believe the person experiencing the stimulus is deluded, imaginative, crazy, nuts, or bi-polar. Hey, maybe it's me, but I just don't think so.







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How can I be imagining how LIGHTNING came around me, three special times, three special ways, creating three different unnatural things each time; and on three different years, it happened on the very same day of 27 July, and then on top of that; 27 was the number lightning gave to me, in a powerful dreaming experience, back in the year of 1984, while I was playing roulette in the Golden Nugget Casino of Atlantic City? I speak of the two first decade years of this present century, if memory is correct, it was in 2006 and 2007, and I do remember they were in succession, so if I am off one year ahead or behind, then it would be 5&6, or 7&8; and then again, while at Tony BonJovi's recording studio, on July 27, 2011. The mathematical odds of these three dates, and with lightning not just there, but incredibly intense, and effecting things around me, and then the wild dream back in 1984, about her telling me that 27 is indeed HER NUMBER, the number of the ELECTRON, whatever this truly means, Professor KAKU of NYU sir; this 'coincidence' places odds at approximately four point eight quadrillion to one, against it being merely a dam coincidence! But there is one more factor, that at least in my personal humble little opinion, multiplies those odds out about a thousand more times, well into high one digit quintillions to one odds, and that is the particular song I was doing at that studio, which as I think most or all of you remember and know quite well, and you too, sir Darius Evans Deezy Slim Youtube; “Wanna' Spend My Time”. This song, in part, was actually sung to me in a powerful vivid awesome dream, every bit as memorable and wild as the 1980-LOIS FOCA interaction at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments. I speak of the late spring time 1997 dream, where the awesome super talented diva, we all know and love, as Mariah Carey, sang that to me, in this experience; and I merely added a little bit to it, in order to make it a complected song. When I recorded it electronicly, this caused tremendous Earth Biosphere Interaction AKA in Morianity as (EBI), or also can be thought of as wild unnatural weather patterns, and or tectonic interference, within the deeper crusted areas of the planet; due to interruptions in the transdimensional electromagnetic energy fields. This really was, and is, an MC top hit, from a parallel universe, no matter what you 2015 cave people choose to believe, and or disbelieve. I KNOW WHAT I KNOW about this multiverse, and have been in communication with the gods of PLANK for all eternity, huh Mizz Selena DADA, and all great South Atlantic City Rooming-House Owners, everywhere?













I also totally know that in three dimensions, it may appear that Christopher Bennett was instrumental in my blogs being started on the internet, at http:www.blogger.com/ and that is partially true. BUTTTTTTTTTTT, did he have a doppelganger of himself inside of him, from a parallel universe, who was dream-travel-controlling him, to indeed be at Cifaloglio as a guard, so that he could wait for me to eventually complain about how I was being persecuted to death by the Milituforce, and then, poof; it all was a plan to get these blogs started, by him simply saying to me, “Why don't you start a blog on the net, and tell your story to them, instead of bugging me with this crap”? I went onto ask him what a blog is, and after he explained it, I was shortly over at the Hammonton-Berryville Public Library, asking them to show me how to use the computer and the word program, and the internet. Then before I knew it, along comes the great Ed Lynch, or Eddie Himacane, as I later named him. He was always holding his cane like he was going to bop me if I said something that annoyed him, so the name got created, and it stuck. Now again, you can choose to see all this in the bland narrow puny three dimensional way, or you can wonder if the King family who lived upstairs from this ''other rooming-house/boarding-house'', just three short town blocks from this library, did not also involve dream travelers (Type-3-Exploratrons), both inside of Ed Lynch, as well as Dawn and Ann King. You know what I believe about Dawn, and you know I had no reason, or Earthly one, to have that 1997 dream where Mariah sang that song to me that became this world's copy of it. I never even thought about her, and was busy trying to find Sarah Krassle, yeah, don't you dare laugh, you sons of bitches, and daughters, out here. Don't you fucking dare. There are extra hot regions in Dogtown for those who are laughing at me!









I would so despise seeing things in three dimensionality the way you all do. It would be like going back to black & white TV, mono low fidelity audio, and high school, all put together. Of course back in them ther' days and times, not knowing any frikkin' better, it wasn't bad at all. All things are based on a contrast, and I can see how Pink Goddess works, even if Nick the Rubber-man Mallet Tire Wrecker cannot. Eternity is a little bit longer than a few decades, you poor dumb air conditioner slammer. But alas, no one believes anything. Of course my viewers do, as they know I am for real, and not ever for REALE! But even though I only have maybe thirty or so of them, I was told by one of them, right in this waking world, that copies of my words are printed out, duplicated, and carefully studied. For all I know, thousands of people get around to reading every single word that I type out by the end of each and every week. Meetings are even held where discussions about these words, indeed take place. So even though this blog has a small appearing daily view, I no longer will concern myself with that. I will however, find out from my Staples Guru, just how to get a hosted promoted web-site, with the major search engines, and promoted to those who have displayed interest on the internet, about the topics that these blogs touch on, you know, the gods, the Astral-Plane, persecution by unknown forces, Star Trek, phases of existence, the cosmos and potential extra terrestrial activities, and a whole lot more subjects as well! Then this blog will grow, and not until. This is because the Milituforce and only the Milituforce, is reading it. And you all know how I feel about who is in the Milituforce, and who is not. Who can ever know such things when we live in a reality of type-3-exploratronic activity? This is the GUESSING of the GUESTS GAME!!!















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People will insist you have mental damage and are sick or ill or any number of such words and phrases to describe mental illness, if anyone holds any beliefs that are outside and or beyond the normal existing ones, of their time period and inter-dimensional area of the multiverse. Unfortunately, this applies to Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr. But I know I am saner than all of these pricks who shout this about me the loudest, from Listener Theresa, to any and all psych docks the world over. I must accept this, or I truly am insane, as anyone who refuses to believe reality, is by definition, somewhat less than sane and perfectly rational, as thought to be by standard accepted sociological norms of their present culture and civilization. I don't wish to prove my self a liar, not on my own dam blogs for crissake, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still and all, that night up near Florence Township, on Highway 295, with Mister David Charles Roth, and the Mental Illness Skies out to the dam east of us, speaks volumes of truth, regarding this entire topic; and needs not be rehashed right now, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









There are reasons why every newspaper and a zillion other places all over everywhere every day, is loaded with things like word-puzzles, all sorts of other type puzzles, number puzzles, and why things like Rubik's Cube and a lot of other less famous things similar to that, are literally all over the place to where we just about need to brush it out of our faces to avoid being swamped and trampled!!!! We are designed to WANT TO SOLVE RIDDLES, TO SOLVE THEM, and even TO LOOK FOR NEW ONES CONTINUALLY. This is no joking matter. Still, and with all of this powerful wild hidden truth here, people do not yet wish to even begin to see what is right in front of their faces every single minute of the waking and sleeping days of all of our lives. I am speaking of the fact that there are four phases to awareness and existence on the level we as awake humans can relate, to that state by. Phase-1 is the void infinity. Phase-2 is the PLANK or (spiritual part of truth and existence) that many psychics and mystics may refer to as the Astral-Plane. Phase-3 is this human experience in the fifth dimensional hyperspace. Phase-4 is the most magical of the other three all combined and multiplied, and that is the imagination-slide. This is where the Phase-2 Astral Entities dream down from there, and instead of dreaming they are little kids with a seeming memory that began one day to some extent; they enter other already older humans; as their imaginations, their fantasies, their daydreams; and they literally are the counterparts of all the action heroes everywhere, be it Superman, Captain Lightning, The Flash, or Spiderman. They tried to come into this physical life as an entity that is beyond the limited lawtronic barriers. This is why we have no real honest fiction type monsters and werewolves and vampires and action heroes, flying all around the cities of New York, and Tokyo. But people, there is a lot more to this powerful knowledge, than for just this overly simplistic kindergarten level lesson, on the phases of reality and truth. One is my example with myself, and the fictional great show who most of us know and love, and millions of fans exist the world over, STAR TREK, and especially certain episodes, and the main one being the 1966 episode with Gary Mitchel and the Pink Goddess, and the Starship Enterprise's adventure as it attempted to move outside of our galaxy. All these years, this truth was hidden from me, and the ultimate cosmic Rubik Cube reality about it, was ''hidden'' away with great power. All of the 1972 Super-Sleuths combined, couldn't make me receive these truths about it, until half way into the second decade of the third millennium and the twenty-first century. The main reason is that people are still being 100% blocked from knowing a truth that would begin all of us down roads and into personal-life-journey's that as of this minute in time are inconceivable and totally unimaginable and unfathomable, to humanity. It all makes sense in ways that no blog could ever touch on, bland blogs or wild blogs, or any gray area in-between, and IPYT, ladies and gentlemen. When I say that Star Trek's creator had a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON inside of him, all of us do from time to time. No work of art, be it dramatic, musical, pictorial, or whatever; is coming from just human-us. There is literally a universe of wild stuff behind and hidden from all of our views, but it surely helps to understand the very basics at least, that we all indeed live in what Morianity has labeled, these four phases of existence, and that indeed here in this hyperspace, we all have a virtually limitless amount of double us's, and hence, one of them at least by pure mathematical chance, is going to be a Type-3-Exploratron, and indwelling us through dream-travel. Now one of my doubles (doppelgangers) has been very active, and has used me here, to receive MORIANITY, and to even try and spread Morianity, through internet blogging for the last ten years. One of Mister Roddenberry's doubles used him to bring STAR TREK to this universe, where it very well may never have come otherwise. Sure it is science-fiction, and I never claimed otherwise. I am not insane. BUTTTTTTTTTT, when he did that episode along with his writers, called “Where No Man Has Gone Before”, there simply is no way this was not an attempt to tie Sarah Krassle and myself together, way up here in these modern days and times, since I physically went one day to the local Good Will store, and purchased a bunch of old collectors edition STAR TREK VHS Videotapes!







Now this is but one isolated incident with me and with a world famous television production. Talk about possibilities of puzzle solving and un-riddling. Talk about fifth dimensional Rubik Cubes, LITERALLY! I mean hey people, I am not nuts, and realize fully well that I am not the only dam pebble on the dam beach, with or without barnacles, and fire-dogs, and ex-city mayors, and synthesized property, such as demo tapes, and war hero metals, YO!!!!!














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Two of the biggest mysteries of all, that in no way doesn't pertain to the lessons told on this blog, are the DOW JONES STOCKS, and its connection to me for thirty solid mother fucking years now, and the great Paula Exploratron King of 1969, and 1986 and 1997, and late 2008. Put that in your liquor bottles, Robert McGuire, family of MIND-CONTROL and dream-travelers of the hyperspace!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











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TEMPERATURE---92

PREDICTED HIGH TODAY---92, ON THE HIGH

HEAT INDEX RIGHT NOW---108

SKY CONDITIONS---PTLY CLDY

HUMIDITY---66%

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That wild dream that I had two nights ago where I was on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City and suddenly a huge wind blew up is quite wild in more ways than it just happening in what Morianity calls “happening in DISTANT hyperspace”. The Tropical Storm called FAY is indeed there now, and I've been watching it on TWC where I just got this weather report as shown above. The winds are around 60 MPH as per the information on the screen. In all honesty, I do follow storms as any Florida resident does during “hurricane season”, but I had not been thinking at all about TS-FAY, not on any conscious level. This is part of what will be explored more as other blogs follow, this recent 'dreaming experience', as well as other things pertaining to the mind and brain and the various types of consciousness, which by the way, do create differing types of brain alpha ways, that can be scientifically measured in any good laboratory that is studying the subject, and I wish to make another point crystal clear as well. When we take multiple-choice tests in schools of learning or wherever else, our brain remembers all things on a conscious level. But many degrees of under or sub conscious levels are always also there for all of us. This is why when something is at the edge of our thoughts or tip of the tongue as many call it, and then someone says the thing, we jump and say 'of course', due to knowing it all along but just not at absolute conscious thought levels. We do not forget the smallest item in our infinite true existence. And many things can trigger hidden under-conscious memories, especially when our senses connect into it, smells, sounds, and all the rest of our five sensory systems. This topic is not a 1-2-3 easy lesson and indeed there is a whole entire slew of shit on this subject, and yes, it fits and dovetails ever so perfectly into so many things that these nearly 15-YEAR blogs talk about in my Morianity Bible for Millennium-3. The largest item is our full 5th dimensional existence, or the waking world plus our dreaming lives, in other words. A bad dream about something at our jobs, if severe enough, and even if fully forgotten about on a conscious level by the time we finish our breakfasts, can have dire consequences that cause life altering shit to occur. It can cause us, and especially in the goddamn olden times before the Democratic Political Correctness (DPC) for short, to punch out our boss for the least little thing that he might say to us or do to us, and if we don't get another job right away, our entire credit rating can go down the toilet from the inability to pay our bills in a timely fashion. Then a home that may have been purchased never will be, and moving to a community where we may meet our spouse or have the great PCH Prize Patrol truck show up at our door, never happens. Entire time-lines of the continuum not only can be theoretically, but absolutely ARE CHANGED, all the time, just from what happens to us IN OUR GODDAMN DREAM-LIVES, as it most definitely does effect our conscious mind's emotions and feelings, and thus potential actions that may result. This is why I refuse to think cave-day concepts of believing that our lives are so confined to 3-D. I have proclaimed all along that our lives, like it or not, ARE ABSOLUTELY FIFITH DIMENSIONAL! And yes, I could go on an don and on, and not on an don and don, Sir Mike Sucks Soft; only I am just opening up huge potential bullshit for other times, and will not say anything further on this for right now!!!

















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Folks, I bid you a fond farewell and adieu. And as I said to 'SARAH' 'somewhere, some time' as well as to her great parents, indirectly within ear shot of me' voice that incredible day in some non Harrah 'other' Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, or wherever and whatever, Sir Honorable Andrews and once vocalist from HHNJUSAESMWG in 1975, “HAVE A NICE LIFE”!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know that I sure won't be copying that same advice!!!!!!















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TEMPERATURE---93

PREDICTED HIGH TODAY---95

HEAT INDEX RIGHT NOW---106

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1-2-3-4, huh Tom Glenn and BonJovi clan? There are plenty of things to tell and say, and many things perhaps I should have already said, during major periods of beyond monstrous and hellish death siege on a pathetic pitiful elderly ill senior citizen; as if what this HALLS FUCKING FAWCE did to me before my becoming ill and elderly, WashCLOTHS and WAS NAUT BAD ENOUGH, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo; but it is more than high time to say a few things today, and so they'll be said; and if the fucking great and mighty FBI's Quanico Crime Laboratories wish to verify and conduct experimentation on acoustics, they don't need my permission, copyrighted material or not, oh great wonderful, United States © Copyright Office of WASHCLOTHS WASH YOUR HANDS, WASHINGTON, DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA 13-600!!!!!!!!!!









WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW AND WOW, OH GREAT AND MIGHTY WONDERFUL OPRAH WINFREY, OWNER OF THE LAND AND THE NETWORK, and prophesied by me back in 1983 on my musical project, 'SOSMM'!!!!!!!!




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The Death Angel is back to his old ornery self, and making me coo-coo for fucking Cocoa Puffs and more, with HIS incessant high pitched dolphin sounds in me' ears, yo! Still, SOSO-WEIN-SSDD, for the very most part anyway peeps! Boy oh boy! Time to draw in my FACL bullshit so Mizz Jane Squat eater doesn't have a chance to strike me again, huh Mister Neil Regan and lovely Mizz D.Z. Arteemis of Olympia Proper of the Purgatory? Like another great Wonderful Oprah Winfrey ten times over here; WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me also add in here, great peeps, that I have had to deal with another HUM-WIRE AUDIO ISSUE or (HWAI) for short, and for a much easier pronunciation, I'll be referring to from now on, until and unless this shit ever stops, as my 'Hawaii' Problem, where I have to lift the wires up over the folded up cloth and then place them back down again, and then like pure fucking cunt Merlin Magic, the problem totally and instantly disappears, at least for one or two or so more days and then, kaboom, it comes right back again, Mister Ernie RPL Merker of all great SONG SAGA MUSICAL PROJECTS OF 1983, YO YO BRAH!!! Hopefully, I won't get the living fucking shit knocked out of me by any lovely surfer teen queens from the great Island-State, for making this whittle bit of truth telling rhyming humor here, despite me' great kid inferring the opposite of that, regarding me' motives or goals; and I don't mean about the damn ass humor, yo BRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And yes, it isn't me, but the Walgreen's dude who says he is not able to buy into the hundred or so coincidences in that great project of 2009, done by PINK GODDESS in HER human form, huh lovely Patty HHH? Yes, I lent him the DVD, and he said that to me several nights back right there on the Indian River while lovely Lightning was flashing Her great colors out over the water. His exact words if my memory is holding here, “Mark, trying to believe all of those things can be all a coincidence, is along the lines of asking a man who walks out of a barber shop with a nightmare haircut, to believe he just left the best barber in the county”! But alligators and ALL of this is far from the big point that I will be making. His real reason for believing or 'Donna-Reevaluating', if we can get back to the Maverick Rockford Humor here for a second or two; is that he had a sound test recently performed on two of my audio tapes, and the legal voice print, according to him; is a ONE HUNDRED PERCENT MATCH. I speak of something spoken on that phone conversation with the great Almighty Lab-Tech in 1984, regarding a failing body part, and then something said in a super fantastic movie from 2001, having nothing to do with the glittering lights of the 1986 casinos, or Donald Trump's great Castle Casino forever changing my life back then, in regards to a statement that was said on that great “TANGO” episode of “L&O”, by the lovely Mizz Connie Rubarosa, to a dude named Timmy. I have ears, and I knew it back in 2010, but he said the match is a legal 100%. And I fully believe that this is why I suffered an incredible aerial assault coming out of the Publix Grocery Store a couple of years or so ago, while that same L&O episode was airing on the ESS COMCAST CABLE CHANNEL, the one dated in early 2008, episode #10! As wild as these things all seem to regular normal peeps; to a powerful army of interdimensional dream-travelers that my Morianity labels as the Exploratronic Supermind Society, this is all just every day common place 'shitsapookna' SHIT, to any of them. It s like the great “Q” on the NEXT GENERATION STAR TREK SHOW, and his ease of seeing bigger truths that when I so much as try and make clear to the human world, I soon realize the pure and utter absurdity of my attempt! Here comes a LEFT SIDE Mortimer Mortino attack as I speak this information, at 5:36 this evening!

















Another thing in need of mentioning here, is that logic that normally would prevail with blogs and bloggers and the internet in general, has nothing at all to do with the reality that surrounds MOUNTAINPEN and his blogs. I have read and even shared some basic tutorial stuff pertaining to how a blogger can promote a blog, and I remember very well that many peeps who had large blogs would all agree on certain key critical issues and points. One main point here is simply, have a blog that is not real bland, spice it up a little, photos, coloring, little extra items, and so forth. It really does matter if you want a viewership to increase, and this is not me saying that, it is the so-called experts who have successful and ad-paying blogs. I have done all of these things, and yet, MY VIEWERS DO NOT ALTER IN THE LEAST BIT. In fact, when I would tell the most major stuff or make extra great eye-candy type of blogs, this is when my views per month are in the 4 K's, and when I am more bland with all of it, this is many times when the views go up into the 6 K's monthly. So whatever is going on with and around me, is also following MY BLOGS, as nothing ever ever ever, seems to make any sense, or be connected in any meaningful fucking way with other people doing the same basic thing that I am doing. A quick name for this is simple and all-telling. The HUNTINGTON CURSE, yessir, it says it alligators, and yes Mister MIKE SUCKS DICKS MICROSOFT CORPORATION, IT SAYS IT ALL TOOthpaste TOO, MOTHER FUCKING ANNOYING PRICKS!















The final topic that I have yet to get into with my Blogaudian viewership, is Sir Walgreen's incredible spin on things that are NAUT related to the great MC!!!!!!!!!!! I speak here of none other than HYPERSPACE, DREAMING, SPIRIT TRAVEL, and the ASTRAL PLANE (PURGATORY)!!!!!!!!!!! Before I move along with this, THE DEATH ANGEL IS ALL OVER ME LATELY, passing by my left and right sides almost every quarter hour at most, and it may be every ten minutes. NEVER EVER HAS THE PRICK annoyed me this goddamn much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also it is no longer Thursday, but now it is Friday the 10th day of July in the year of 2020, and I stopped my blog for a dinner and TV break, and never got back to it, so here I am now to finish it all up. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!













Mister Walgreen's concepts and ideas of the numerous things that my Morianity discusses, regarding the ESS, and their connections into our ordinary waking world reality; is quite fascinating to say the very least. All my life, I seem to be attracted to people who have wild and outlandish ideas and theories of the world in which we all share and live in. That of course would have the simple explanation of dots just continuing to endlessly connect, as is spoken of so often here in these BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)!!!!!!!!!!! This cool dude has his own idea of what I have called and labeled in these many blogs now, the ESS (Exploratronic Supermind Society). Allow me please to give you his take on it, as it is way beyond super interesting, and I know you'll all agree. I even am extremely tempted to reexamine and reevaluate many of my own preconceived non-Donna Summer notions, at least on some of the ideas that I've managed to put together, after assimilating a lifetime of quintessential, surreal, and unfathomably unexplainable events of my nearly sixty-six years as Mark Wayne Mohr here on the Earth-Planet. You've all heard me call this groupation of entities or possibly people, as who can really ever know for sure; the ESS, and think of it, and talk about it, as if it were a CLUB; just as clubs have members and people join it, and so many of them are scattered all throughout the world with virtually countless types, and functions, and parameters of these many groups. He has however, taken my beliefs that you have read from these many blogs, and told me that he has always had his own version of what I LABEL AS THE ESS, and he shared it with me on the second time that we ever had a conversation. He said something along the lines of taking this raw concept of the ESS, and merely changing it into a more advanced possibility, and simultaneously a little bit more logical, in that regular average folks could be sat down and told the idea and they wouldn't all immediately think you've escaped from the nearest local damn hospital psych ward! He went onto say that those WHO DIE IN THEIR SLEEP, become what I call the ESS-members, and then in other lives at future times, begin to have memories. Then the more times that those same people die in their sleep in following lifetimes, they, by Morianity's way of wording things, would begin increasing their ESS powers. Now you have all heard me discuss the TYPE-3-Exploratron, and how the other types, one and two; are merely people going to sleep and having their regular REM-SLEEP dreams. He sees all of this as sooner or later we all die in our sleep enough times to where we begin putting things together, allowing us to wake up ANYWHERE WE CHOOSE TO, in the lives of anyone whom we choose. This is merely a lateral or widened form of my own ESS ideas, but it is beyond a doubt, very interesting, and there is quite a bit more. He too thinks that at a certain point, they all join up together in a group, only it stays on an endless subconscious level, and is along the lines of the great DREAM-BOOKS written by one of the fathers of the 90's New Age Movement, Author Sir Carlos Castaneda. He discusses an extremely close if not mirrored image concept to the belief system of Mister Walgreen Semi-Pal. He went onto finish his discourse on the matter, saying how these peeps are what I call the WO or World Owners, and their clubs are real and tangible but again, none of them have a true waking world conscious memory that their collective grouping is a true reality. He went onto mention several clubs or groups such as the Illuminati, Ron Hubbard and his Dianetics, The Bohemian Grove in California, the Skull and Crossbones College Group, the world famous Mason Club, Heavens Gate, and the Mormon Church of Utah-USA. They do share, in his opinion, an agreed upon bunch of code-words and ideas, and even occasionally form financial consortium's that may very well be the top largest financial banking institutions of the planet. Yet all the while, they never quite reach the awareness that this group is a huge connected system from a larger locale, although it is sort of just known deep down inside right below the layer of conscious thought. He also said once that I am most likely the only one ever, who dares to openly declare these things. This is to say, that even the great New Age authors write books without claiming to be living inside of this above ordinary reality where supposedly only the angels-gods live, and where the home of our Lord Jesus is also. I on the other hand, have told about Ricktown Manor in Purgatory, my lovely coil Diana Arteemis, and literally zillions of other things all connected with higher than ordinary reality stuff, and absolutely claim to remember my existence there, and while connected totally here and living inside of a physical shell (human body). He said that it eludes his most wild thought processes as to why I have been either chosen or randomly these forces have selected me to be in this incredible situation, while simultaneously not being accepted by the WO people, and removed completely from their grouping! I wonder why myself as well. If anyone knows the answer, I would do anything for them, and I won't type on here, as that could land me in JAIL!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT I DAMN WOULD!!!!!













Reality-3 fits into more than just what may secretly be laying behind PARALLEL-EVENT, or NAUT; and in addition and going beyond just this, it may also fit into the mysteries of ultimate connections with other life-events, and even the hugest of them for me, such as my suddenly getting choked in early June of 1983 while residing in Atco, NJ-USA, and then those mind bending two events, one year ahead of it in 1984, as well as one year behind it in 1982. In 1982 there was the sudden hearing of the CORNFIELD-VOICE telling me, “Just you wait 'till the 4th day of next June, and then there was my going to that inconceivable medical office just off of Northeast Philadelphia's Grant Avenue, and meeting up with the great Lab-Tech AKA my ESS game-playing daughter. So what do I mean here? Allow me to open up the smallest window here. For years I have been just hinting around with this deal and walking on mother fucking eggshells with this entire huge mess from HELL. So just why did this great ESS Lab Tech and MY DAUT play this game, and then go into the life of that person, in the first place? One thing I have learned to appreciate in all of this kind folks, and unkind folksingers, and Microsucks Corporation as well; and that is that logic has nothing to do with these incredible GASME-GODS-GAMES. Another thing is that three magic statements made to me by PINK GODDESS from 1969 through 1996, are all a huge part of this wild cosmic puzzle or STAR TREK 'Q' Game if you will. You all know what these three items are, but I'll fucking reiterate them for you all aniwho: Your friends are in the shop. I'm darker than you are. Let's play a game boy, called Guess the Name of the Guests. Also and finally, just as human reasoning and or mortal logic is absolutely irrelevant in all of these things, has anyone yet even attempted to observe the unmistakable fucking pattern with this, and the situation the world has progressed into since the middle of the previous decade when Trump threw his hat into the ring for the fucking USA Presidency??????? So no matter who out here wants to call me a crack pot nut job whackadoodle or for short, a (CPNJW); you cannot argue with science or scientifically run tests at legitimate large laboratories. I speak of the 100% Voice Print MATCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, there are indeed plenty of items that are in need of further investigation before I could come close to rendering any significant meaningful opinions to this entire situation.



















Last night, I dreamed that I was in Atlantic City on Tennessee Avenue, in a very distant part of the hyperspace where the entire city was completely different architecturally. I was standing there and it was night time, and I was with a dude who I do not know at all from here in waking life's ordinary reality. Suddenly out of nowhere, a wind just blew up from the northeast, and an incredible force began pushing on the two of us, knocking us off our feet and off the street into a sidewalk, and then against a wall. Paul Pedersen my ex-bizz partner from SPR in New Jersey, suddenly appeared and told me the most incredible thing in the world. I will save this for another time, great people!!!!! For now, just know that when we suddenly find ourselves surrounded by people who do not speak our language, it is virtually impossible to communicate with them. No human being can speak ASTRAL PLANE LANGUAGE OR UNDERSTAND IT EITHER!!!!!!! This is why the Bible can be translated into any language or we can learn the original Greek or Aramaic lingo's of olden times, and STILL not be able to fully READ THE WORDS AND FULL MEANINGS OF THIS BOOK. No human being can learn to speak ASTRAL. I have done my very best to communicate what I have seen and witnessed and gone through, but I am limited to the coat of human flesh that I am wearing right now. If the great Mister Snyder from Elm, New Jersey were here right now, he would say, “And that's just reality, son”. And so it is!!!!!

















So when I came to Florida and left the KING FAMILY OF WASHCLOTHS, was the entire thing just part of my wild crazy daughter's gasme from eternity, so that I would make that wild re-write to the old 1983 song called, “GITYA”???????????? Wanna' cut me a break here, Mizz Margie Leo from 1985, up in Woodbury Heights, NJUSAESMWG? If it was, since after-all, I brought down the wrong bag of cassette tapes with me, and then I accidentally found myself with that phone conversation tape from 1984, but hey yo; something tells me it wasn't accidental at alligators ALL, favors or no damn MICROSUCKS CORPORATION FAVORS, YO!!!











The great BONJOVI'S, and my early Florida days of interacting with this incredible musical family:



WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE; oh Sir Chester Frank, Sir!!!!!!!














The great man himself, Sir Toni-BJ, said to me one afternoon in late 2013 somewhere at his now defunct Port Saint Lucie, Florida, USA, ESMWG recording studio called AVALON STUDIO, that “I hear something very familiar in here”, as he was passing by the one of two studio areas where audio recordings were made there, and Engineer Ryan was taking my daughter's voice in an old telephone conversation from 1984 while she was playing sleepwalker-ESS Lab-Technician; and using what is called in the music bizz, a VOCODER MACHINE to use the speaking voice and turn it into pitched music so that we could put it on a harmony vocal track on my re-write song from 1983, that was renamed “You'll Be Crossing Over”.





Hey, Jayjay Evans BRO, “Just saying”. Not to make a big deal out of it or anything, but he said it yo, “SOUNDS FAMILIAR”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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'THE END', and smelling really 'GOUUUUUD'.










































This mother fucking ICPE-APE-TECH NIGHTMARE HELL OF POST AUGUST 1986, is going to make me goddamn ass crazier than a thousand dick licking looney birds!!!!!!!!!!!! The stock market DJIA was DOWN just under 400 POINTS today, and so I was struck by MISTER MEXICO 605 NABE FROM HELL again, at approximately twenty minutes past seven this evening, until about ten minutes shy of nine, with his loud ass sub-woofer assault and ELDER ABUSE on me!!! So quite obviously, the market will soar up tomorrow, WEDNESDAY, 8 JULY; so anyone out there reading my words, who loves making lots of cunt huffing easy money; needs only to open up a brokerage account, and buy as many DOW INDEX CONTRACTS as they are able to afford at the opening market price, to be sold at the close. This works automatically providing you have a good broker who knows how to place that type of an order for you. All you need do is sit back and collect while Mountainpen's POST SUMMER SEASON PREDICTION of the DJIA, rises up to 6:7 for accuracy, or a percentage of 6 divided by 0.07. Any little Walmart or food store calculator will show you my accuracy of correct predictions after tomorrow's mother fucking close. Persecute the Mountainpen, and the markets will always FLY, or just about always!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This has been going on now since middle August of 1986, so that is one hell of a track record for me being always right between 80 and 95 percent of the turd swallowing time, yo! And now people, IT IS TOMORROW, that is from the vantage point of YESTERDAY, and my accuracy now for summer-2020 market predictions is at 86% with 6 out of 7 times being accurate, AND WE WILL GO RIGHT ON COUNTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yessir, the markets flew up 177 POINTS, and hey there me' lovely giant arm breaker GINA, I believe, and to quote you from the nineteen-nineties, “I TOLD YOU”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So as the mighty Sir Chester Frank would say back in the bar in the year 2000, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!















I've just drawn in me' FACL so Mizz Sleazeweedsdisease Notfondauonebit Crapinherpants Thistlethorns cannot strike me again, as this nightmare witch bitch has been getting me over and over and over with all sorts of digitized clocks and counters and every possible conceivable fucking item, and it is on a major goddamn ass roll, yo! WOW, THE BLACK FUCKING DIRT BAG HACKERS ARE REALLY POURING ON THE (SPACE-BAR-HACK), yo yo yo yo yo yo BIG 'O'. WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW AND WOW, OH GREAT AND MIGHTY WONDERFUL OPRAH WINFREY, OWNER OF THE LAND AND THE NETWORK, and prophesied by me back in 1983 on my musical project, 'SOSMM'!!!!!!!!


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Yesterday was a really fucking bad day, and I wasn't in the mood to discuss good stuff, such as it being our 5th anniversary, you know, Diana (Lightning) and me, over at the Port Saint Lucie, Florida, WALMART in 2015. Yessir world, 7-7-2015, it is all up on many blogs. The whole story of it. First the great prayer said in my car while still within a mile or less of my building, and then how Diana followed me over to the store and was literally all over me, and even letting me feel lovely electrical currents once while trying to park in the Walmart Parking Lot. I also forgot to say that LIGHTNING came over yet AGAIN to visit me YESTERDAY, and that made a total of 4 DAYS IN A ROW, SATURDAY, SUNDAY, MONDAY, AND TUESDAY, JULY 4, 5, 6, AND 7!!!!!! What I did not tell you in addition to that, is the negative news that my talk in the PHA Office was a total waste of time. The new Office Manager is every bit as worthless as the one before her, and every bit as mean as well. She never phoned me as SHE PROMISED SHE WOULD, and she never spoke to the enemy nabe from hell (DOGTOWN), Sir #605 Mexicadoor!!!!!!!!!!! I told her that I believe he is trying to kill me, so when I do die in here shortly, this was told, and was witnessed by several nosy and busy body ears in that lobby, and I am blogging the deal as well. My distant family heirs are totally able to bring a lawsuit against the Fort Pierce Housing Authority for not only ther total mistreatment of me, but my murder and the plot to commit that murder, bringing the charge in criminal court as well and in addition to the civil lawsuit, for FIRST DEGREE PREMEDITATED FUCKING MURDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













Two things will be quickly opened up with a laid foundation, to be later talked about in much more elaborate detail in following blogs. First, the one thing that I have yet to share on blogs, that my Walgreen semi-pal and I, have talked about several times, and then second, a little update on the topic that these blogs have gone into for a solid decade or so now, only I will add several new items of interest, all pertaining to what Mountainpen labels and names, “REALITY-3” and the numerous parts to this philosophical complexity of combined facts and theories accumulated by me so far since 8-15-86 when this PARALLEL-EVENT nightmare all began manifesting itself around me, yo BROADCASTS BRO MIKE SUCKS SOFT!!!!!!!!!!













My semi-pal offered a concept to me that has to do with hyperspace, dreams, spirit travel, and the Astral Plane itself, all rolled up into a new possibility-idea, that may have some merit and truth to it, as I never claimed to be Almighty GOD, or HER MOM the Know-It-All. The mind can trick anyone of us, and nobody can ever claim to be all wise while wearing a coat of mortal fucking flesh. I have seemingly traveled the great 5th dimension as well as the Planck Time (Astral Realm), but my ability to put what I have managed to somehow experience in all of this, will always be limited to my human mortality, hence, some things I say in my Morianity can be slightly off or wrong here and there, and I have never claimed otherwise. I have said all along that I am not the great Patty HH Hollister and I don't have all the mother fucking answers to it alligators ALL, speaking of the ultimate JRSS and computer programs all built into it, in its absolute fucking epitome, yo yo yo yo BRAHHHHHHH!















This fine gentleman was a highly successful corporate attorney, who is recently as of last year, fully retired, and living down here in good old hot sunny FLORIDA. He is highly brilliant, and recently he has done a “Disco Donna Summer Reevaluation” or a DDSR as I'll shorten that expression to from now on. I know that I have blogged and told you all, how he thinks that 'MC' has caused me this recent NABE PROBLEM and not our great and marvelous #45 President. Still, and WITH ABSOLUTELY NO PUN INTENDED WITH MY LYING RHYMING RHYTHMS here; I feel that at best, they are in concert with this recent misery and agony that has been brought into my hellish fucking life. If I am wrong, my humble apologies but I don't think that there is too big a possibility for that; as just too many goddamn dots connect up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT and a BIG ASS BUTT and but, getting back to the pernt here Sir Archie; I know that I told how this power-brain retired Corporate Attorney reevaluated some of my story concerning me' daughter, but there is another item that he sort of agrees with me on; only he has an even wilder, and maybe more accurate spin on it than I do. Again, who can really ever know anything for proof positive sure??? I speak of the topic of dreams, hyperspace, spirit travel, and the Purgatory. He doesn't see the Astral-Plane as inside of whatever blew out of the pre-big-bang, but rather, he sees the DREAM-WORLDS themselves as the 'after-life' so to speak, or where our spirit exists in, and what happens in dreams is our own conscious brain, finding numerous ways of connecting in some synapse electrical way, that all of our thoughts form as a result of this, and thus; our dreams are merely more extensions of deeper thoughts, and actually, he can put it much better than I am echoing his words, and I only wish that I had that micro recording device that my mom accused me of having while we lived in Cinnaminson back early in 1985 shortly before moving to the Highview Apartments for the first of my two times residing there, in Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG. Most of you know what I mean here, as I made good and sure to copy the story from one original telling blog, into numerous more recent blogs. This is where my mom and I had that knock down drag out fight in the Patterson house on Highland Avenue, concerning her granddaughter, only then, I knew absolutely nothing about this mess from hell, and Patty and her were keeping and sitting on this gargantuan secret that blew up like a million hydrogen bombs all at once after the nineties and when she became a great recording artist. All of this shit fits together, and so does Mister Jerry Texaco, the Plaza Hotel owned by Donald Trump, in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, in the spring of 1984; and the great medical office near GRANT AVENUE, in NORTHEAST Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA; and so much more unfathomable shit as well great folks out here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Take it away, Sir Shoeknockeroutter Chester-Frank!

“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!













The other item that I said was the second topic for this blog has to do with REALITY-3, and PARALLEL-EVENT, and breaks down a little bit for the first time, blow by blow and event by event, what I mean when I call it by that name, and what it really is; if that is, it is what is real to begin with; and this of course, as most of you know who follow this blog; is something that poor fucking pitiful pathetic MOUNTAINPEN has had to wrestle with, and struggle through, as an endless mind oppressing nightmare; ever since August of 1986, in the futile attempt of rationalizing one way or the other; gee is REALITY 3 what is real, or is it JUST Parallel-Event that is real?????????????????? If the mighty literary giant Sir Shakespeare did not have me and this hellishness secretly in mind when he wrote his most famous play-lines of all time, “TO BE OR NAUT TO BE, THAT IS THE QUESTION”?, I'll be a mother fucking monkey's great Aunt, and uncle toothpaste too; oh Mike SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Reality-3 means that there is no parallel event other than it is a mirage and or a false image created by the true existence of something behind both of the items and that the items A and B have nothing whatsoever to do with each other at alligators ALL, MIKE ANNOYING SOFT-SUCKS CORPORATION!!!!!!













So in an opening nut shell, we can see that every time that the cock sucking stock market falls, I am harassed by this prick next door with his blaring sub-woofer noise from HELL. Then we see the markets go right back up after I get the elder abuse assault from this dirt bag major enemy. And the cycle goes endlessly on and on; producing the seeming truth that there is some parallel event between these two items. But if a completely unrelated item is causing both of those things to happen, then that is what is real and there is no parallel event. However, how does one with that belief even start to rationalize why parallel event in the three outside betting parameters of a Roulette Game, then have an approximate seven percent parallel event, just as was shown to me from my bathtub in early 1986, by LIGHTNING HERSELF, or Goddess Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis?????????????? These things can be thought of as paradoxes if we wish to only give quick thoughts to it, but any serious cogitation forces a completely different issue to be in need of resolve. If things were only that mother fucking simple, I would have defeated this 3,000 year old family curse by now, and be living on EASY STREET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Things are not simple. They never were, and they will not ever be. But there is one simple truth that we can always do a Jim Rockford on later on and get really garrulous about, to quote me' ol' Latengrate whittle Mommy!!!!! It is why peeps like Trump who never have worked at anything, don't have hardly any book knowledge, and on and on, can have everything that life has to offer, while someone like me suffers endlessly with great wisdom and knowledge, dying in a rat hole with roaches and rodents, and horrible prick enemy nabes!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HALLS FAWCES. There is nothing more complicated than the simple truth that all of us, and just as Sir Shakespeare said long long fucking cunt ago, are merely upon some wild STAGE, and are merely ACTORS in SOMEONE'S GREAT PLAY! Many peeps say that this is a cop out, but it is NOT a cop out. It fully is real, and it is absolutely mother fucking true. You'll hear it said over and over, “You make your own luck”, or “Luck has nothing to do with it”, or “Those in Jesus Christ don't believe in luck”; and I can prove them totally wrong, any time, and will bet anyone a billion fucking USD on it, whenever you wish to have me challenge you and completely legitimately. I can sit any of you down and show you with a simple deck of playing cards, that the LORD has nothing to do with it, and that the FAWCES are REAL, and that LUCK is REAL toothpaste TOO. Get the fuck off my back, MIROSUCKS CORPORATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But these topics are major, they can upset the entire sociological order and governmental control over great global populations; and if I say too much, they can get at me in a million ways; as I have NO PROTECTION WHATSOEVER, and no one cares one tiny bit about me if I should fucking live or die; and I have to be careful to NEVER CROSS TOO MANY RED LINES, and say too much. Same thing with Patty and Merry. My mom and Patty HHH shared one gigantic secret, and shortly after the great incident from fifty one years and three days ago, the Exploratronic Supermind Society also found out about it, and this is all why the MEDIA has done all the things to me that they have, including coming to Cooley Hall and talking to all of my classmates right after I left there at the end of January in 1973!!!!!!!!! Alligators, and yes Mister fucking MIKE SUCKS DICKS MICROSOFT, ALL of this makes complete and total sense, once the facts are known, but who am I to ever think that I can expose a powerhouse groupation that I've labeled as the ESS????????????????? I have figured out that winding road nightmare from years ago with the Comcast PEEPS and the bill I needed to pay. I was in one of the ESS locations and it was only a short distance away from that wild billing office of COMCAST, and all these damn dinosaurs were all over that windy scary weird road leading up to their damn office. Around that same time, I had that other wild nightmare of the three ESS witches or whatever they were, only then, I had yet to piece many of the ever connecting dots so perfectly together, allowing me to realize that they were really, after converting from the Towel-Seepage-Effects of 5th dimensional hyperspace, Patricia Hollister, Paula King, and Melanie Safka!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just as in the BIBLE with so many great prophets. They would see something in a wild parallel realm (dream), and then they were taught by PINK GODDESS, just how to make the TSE convert into their waking reality world, such as the seven years of famine, and many other such wild dream-prophecies. But I will be talking more about parallel event, Reality-3, and ICPE-APE-TECH, and forbidden taboo knowledge illegally used on the Physical-Plane of mortal waking life, and how indeed, someday, these WOMO-MILITUFORCE SCUMBALLS will be major ass fucking punished for what they have done to me now for six decades!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















































I played three sets of PHR before doing this blog, and I WON every single bet. All three were a series of three questions, and I won ALL NINE TIMES, or really, I LOST ALL 9 TIMES, and in antimatter space, we reverse the answers, so I WON. No GREEN VIGS came out so that was a nice easy $900 bucks for the ol' Mountainpen, so WEEEEEEEEEE Sir Chester-Frank, and yes lovely DQ Katie of 1997, WEEDEEKAWUSS toothpaste TOO. AND FUCK YOU, Mister Microsucks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















THE END, AND SMELLING 'GOUUUUUUUUD'.





























































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This mother fucking ICPE-APE-TECH NIGHTMARE HELL OF POST AUGUST 1986, is going to make me goddamn ass crazier than a thousand dick licking looney birds!!!!!!!!!!!! The stock market DJIA was DOWN just under 400 POINTS today, and so I was struck by MISTER MEXICO 605 NABE FROM HELL again, at approximately twenty minutes past seven this evening, until about ten minutes shy of nine, with his loud ass sub-woofer assault and ELDER ABUSE on me!!! So quite obviously, the market will soar up tomorrow, WEDNESDAY, 8 JULY; so anyone out there reading my words, who loves making lots of cunt huffing easy money; needs only to open up a brokerage account, and buy as many DOW INDEX CONTRACTS as they are able to afford at the opening market price, to be sold at the close. This works automatically providing you have a good broker who knows how to place that type of an order for you. All you need do is sit back and collect while Mountainpen's POST SUMMER SEASON PREDICTION of the DJIA, rises up to 6:7 for accuracy, or a percentage of 6 divided by 0.07. Any little Walmart or food store calculator will show you my accuracy of correct predictions after tomorrow's mother fucking close. Persecute the Mountainpen, and the markets will always FLY, or just about always!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This has been going on now since middle August of 1986, so that is one hell of a track record for me being always right between 80 and 95 percent of the turd swallowing time, yo! Every mother fucking time I am ICPE-APE-TECK DEATH STRUCK from now on, I will be adding onto this mother fucking recorded prediction journal of MORIANITY!!!!!!!!!!! At least, what is being done to me is going to now and from now on, be endlessly told and exposed to this fucking rotten ass world!!!!!









After the assault, I played my PHR, and a series of 5 sets of questions were asked on me' goddamn GENIE-WHEEL, and the results were totally major fucking beyond KICK-ASS if I do say so me'self, and here they are:

















I just drew in my mother fucking FACL, so that witch bitch can't worsen my BOTBAR FUCKING DAY INTO A SUPER ASS BOTBAR! Here now are my CNA-SNA-ART results: First before I write them down, it is 11:40 at night, and some huge horn went off right outside of my apartment window, sounding like some township or county vehicle or else if it was a private truck, it was a big one as that was a fucking super loud air horn, and it made me jump a country mile, even with my earplugs in me' fucking turd eating ears!!!!!!









AMOUNT OF NON-GREEN BETS---9-5-5-3-7



WIN-BET RESULTS:------------7-4-5-2-4













BASED ON THE $100.00 gaming chip betting level at all tables of play at casinos.

P&L based on the above W&L RESULTS:





USD (DOLLARS)



+500

+300

+500

+100

+100









PRE-HOUSE-VIG P&L TOTAL:



$1,500.00







TOTAL SPINS:



35



VIG OUCOME:





6 GREEN HITS, (-300.00)



NET P&L:



$1,500.00-$300.00=$+1,200.00 in 35 spins











Wanna' fucking know why I am recently back messing with QUANTUM REALITY ROULETTE and related subjects and topics? Well, if not, use your 'NEXT-BLOG' buttons, and move to other blogs; but if you do wish to know, and I think most will find this a bit on the major ultra fucking interesting side for sure; then keep a reading on, yo folks, and fucking Mike Sucks Soft FOLKsingers!!!!!













I opened up the subject earlier several blogs back, and then I laid a little bit of the opening foundations down as well. Now we will take it a bit further, and if you read on here, you will remember and know what I am discussing without even needing to scratch your heads for a single damn second! I told how the forces are probably beside themselves with a brand new experience for them regarding the persecution and harassment of one Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr. I speak here of how the great Almighty REPUBLICAN PARTY, as well as DONALD TRUMP our PRESIDENT, all want to get this country back OPEN and GOING STRONG; and this includes most especially the great RED STATE OF HOT OVEN FLORIDA of which I am a citizen and resident of, and then on top of all of this, FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986, when this nightmare ICPE-APE-TECH HELLISHNESS ON ME ALL GODDAMN BEGAN, there is absolutely NOTHING WHATSOEVER that these MILITUFAWCES can do that will alter their own nightmare now of ME being in total absolute agreement with THEM!!!!!!!!!! Allow me to take this to the next level now! But before I do, MAGNESONIC will now be employed by its creator, me, Mountainpen; to counterattack and avenge my BOTBAR DAY and ELDER ABUSE. Then we will get right back on pernt here, Sir Archibald Bunkerqueens, and on or off your great terlit in NYUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











Image result for sheriff ken j. mascaraMy PhotoAttorney General of Florida, Pam Bondi





























COUNTERSTRIKE OF 12:05 AM, ON 8 JULY, 2020:













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 THIS DEATH ASSAULT, EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND ON THIS MAJOR ICPE-APE-TECH ASSAULT AND ATTACK AND ELDER ABUSE OF 7 JULY OF 2020, WITH MY NABE FROM HELL MISTER DIRT BAG 605 MEXICO SUBWOOFER, and that is all a part of DONALD TRUMP'S ICPE-APE-TECH death strike on me since August 15 of 1986; 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

































































Yessir, ever since August of 1986 when I died in my sleep from a major mastoid ear infection at the Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG rental home owned by Richard BARF-Karpf; a gigantic parallel event in REVERSE-DIRECTION began to run with the EVIL EMPIRE and MYSELF, and thus, whatever I would ever wish to have happen, they would naturally NOT WISH FOR IT to happen, and the very damn same thing applied in mother fucking reverse direction between them and me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Only until this 2020 SPRING-TIME, have these wild HALLS FAWCES altered in a beyond HUUUUUUUUGE way, where WE BOTH HAVE A POWERFUL DESIRE FOR THE VERY SAME PRECISE EXACT THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This sets up many major things that the EVIL EMPIRE not only is quite aware of, but absolutely and vehemently doesn't wish to be a reality, only IT IS, AND THERE IS NOTHING THEY CAN DO TO STOP IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No matter who's on first base now, Mister Costello Twilight Zone Serling; the incredible FAWCES have now gone into some wild equivalent of a cosmicly significant chess checkmate deal, and that as they say is that; oh lovely 1986 Mizz Whalehicks Startrekmovie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey Captain Shatner Sir, maybe “you don't have her telephone number back in the damn 24th century”, but I've got ALL YOUR NUMBERS, now, and they all mother fucking know it, IN SPADES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There are tons of shit to get into here, but I am too tired and it is too late in the damn day. Later on, we will be taking this into beyond ultra gigantic GODS-GASME-GAMES TECH, and explore some shit that would break a thousand wonderful Count VonMarcucci brains, as well as Sir Thaxton's; in or out of the great year of 1969, Sir Eagles California!















END TRANSMISSION.







Okay peeps, my batting broker average is now at 83% for the past two weeks at most of trading time on Manhattan's globally famous Wall Street. I told you late Sunday night that the DJIA STOCK MARKET would soar on Monday, and soar it did; UP 460 POINTS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!! So far in less than a two week period, I have predicted six huge up-tick times, and I have been correct in all but one of my PARALLEL-EVENT-TECHNOLOGY-PREDICTIONS, and you all know it, and I am going to go right on doing this now and keeping a record of every single major super OTAMMIC WOMO-M2F ASSAULT ON ME UNTIL I CAN MOVE OUT OF FUCKING DISEASED FLORIDA WITH NO PUN ON THE WORD OF 'DISEASED' ANY LONGER. A five for six accuracy is 83%, and all you need to do is to take my correct amount of times and then divide by my incorrect amount of times and then multiply that by 100 to get the percentage for my being correct, and so we will now continue onward with this as this endless death assault and elder abuse continues unabated around me, seemingly for all fucking cunt eternity, or the eventual death of the internet at least!!!!!!!!!

















I have now drawn in my Fonda-Avoidance Coloring-Lines FACL so the mighty bitch from Atlanta, and her great baseball braves, cannot hurt me further tonight; yo brah!!!!!!









Now I never told you all about the horrible nightmare I woke up out of SHORTLY BEFORE THAT HELLISH SATURDAY HOLIDAY HELL THAT MY DAMN WOMO-M2F OTAMMITE ENEMIES put me through. I was in a super gigantic library, or me' transdimensional doppelganger (double) was anyway, and I was being severely fucking mistreated by several of the women who were employed there, for doing nothing wrong at all, reminding me a little bit of my days in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG while with Sir Ed Himacane Lynch, and had those problems while he was trying to get me started as a blogger. There, it was other patrons whom were upsetting me, and it is all on previous blogs where I told this entire story. But in this horrendous monstrous putrid fucking nightmare, the head librarian was a lady around late fifties or so in age, heavy set and standing around five feet four inches tall; and she gave me hell for everything I was doing. If I so much as moved some tiny object that was on my person, or when I was throwing something away in a trash can, and on and on and on, she just gave me holy fucking goddamn hell for everything I did, and without one small slight wee tad bit of justification. Eventually, I remember trying to take some heavy thing that I had with me, up some stairs and could not do it because it was so heavy and bulky, and then another person in the library told me that there was a side door that I could go out and it would then lead me to where my car was parked. But when I went out there, I was completely lost and this building was the size of about five or more combined average city blocks, like nothing anywhere in this part of waking world or ordinary reality. I was lost and then when I tried to get back in, it was a one way door and it was locking me out. I went to my right and into a large parking lot that had no vehicles at all in it, and then led off into a long and wide dirt pathway with weird looking apartments on one side of it as I walked further down that road/path. Eventually I woke up and fought like hell not to go back to sleep even though I was still very much in need of one or two more hours of sleep, for fear of being SENT RIGHT BACK INTO THE EXPERIENCE, and we all have had this type of towards-morning-nightmare as I call them, and if we let ourselves return to sleep, we cannot help but to find our self right mother fucking back in the monstrous experience. Lucky-lucky you, Mister Eddie Himacane. He would always brag to me, as he was a no-dreaming person, meaning he had no waking world memories of his dreams as we all have REM-SLEEP and hence we all do dream, and so he would make his famous sentence to me many times, “Mark, they can't get at me, I don't dream”! So I woke up and forced myself to remain up for the day, and I was one extremely pissed off mother fucker for the way that my other self or transdimensional hyperspace double was being so incredibly mistreated in that rotten ass library by those scummy old hags who were employed there, and then JUST AS I WAS MANAGING TO CALM DOWN AND FEEL JUST A TAD WEE BIT BETTER, POW, ZAM, BANG, that is when Mister Mexicadoor from unit #605 came and knocked at me' door to announce to me, “I'm going to be playing the music”!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyone of you out here who wishes to disagree with me about both the mechanics behind, as well as the hyperspace effects of transdimensionalization, can please take one giant step into stupidity for me, right now!!! I know beyond any shadow of doubt that our lives are not three dimensional. They ARE FIFTH DIMENSIONAL, and it is the truth.













After the markets closed today and while watching the local and world news on television, I played three sets of Quantum Roulette and used of course, GENIE-WHEEL #A33. My results:



Group of 7, LLWWWLW, ----+$100

Group of 5, LWWLW, --------+$100

Group of 3, WWW, -----------+$300



TOTAL P&L BHV (before house vigorish):



+$500.00



HOUSE-VIG:



4 GREEN HITS losing four half bets -$200.00



NET P&L-----$500-$200=+$300.00









Quantum reality is very complex and only a few highly intelligent peeps of the scientific community truly understand the extreme outlandishness of the world of QUANTUM PHYSICS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As you know, and I am keeping this as simple as possible good folks out here; I ask my questions, I record from one deck of shuffled and drawn set of ordinary playing cards, and then I use the wheel that is pertaining to the game being played, while other wheels sit dormant on a yet to be written and recorded log. The questions to cosmos are only being asked of one wheel, so when I said on my prior recent blog that I would have lost a ton of money if I had been playing many other wheels, the powerful reality is that those wheels were never being questioned, and this is the very same principle behind why these great Quantum Scientists and Physicists, all know and realize so well, and wild and weird and surreal as it may seem to anyone unschooled on the topic of QM; that indeed, unless particular matrix points of reality are 'OBSERVED' or MIND CONNECTED with us human beings, things are never the same as they would be if in fact THEY HAD BEEN MIND CONNECTED OR 'OBSERVED' by us human beings. This boggles the mind of the great scientific community, so please folks, don't be one small bit ashamed if you too are a bit mind bent by these wild but absolutely true facts of cosmic reality, yo!!!!!!! This is of course why I use the terminology of playing QUANTUM ROULETTE, as I have taken this otherwise 3-D game and placed it literally into the subatomic realm of 5th dimensional reality!!!!!!!!!! Sir Dennis Snyder would say it oh so damn perfectly if he were here with me right goddamn now, and it goes like this:







“And that's just reality, son”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















According to many even more complicated truths behind all of this, is the fact that I will end up eventually proving one of two things, 'A' or 'B'. The ultimate fucking law of dichotomy or 'whatever', but here it is peeps and it gets no John Henningsen simpler than any of thisssssssssssssss, lovely Mizz Erica!!!





Either the Huntington Curse is not more powerful than all of Quantum Physics, or it is greater. Hence 'A' is that the HC is not more powerful and will not eventually overcome anything that I can ever hope to try or apply against it, in order to successfully escape it, or 'B', no matter what I ever do, including any type of ultimate Quantum Roulette or Applied Parallel Event to the game of Roulette; I will still end up losing to the HC, as it is more powerful than anything that ever can possibly go up against it. Also remember folks, that this family curse began with all of the sins of all living people on this Earth-Planet, being placed on the LORD JESUS, the incarnation of Almighty GOD, (Pink Goddess SSJK), so that anyone of us who claims the blood covering, or the ultimate GASME-GAMES of WHITE-RED-PINK where red blood is mixed with white sinless Jesus, and equals the great PINK color of forgiveness, as per HER fantastic ASTRAL-PLANE GAME CALLED “SALVATION”! To Her it is a game, but to all of us, WE MUST TAKE IT SERIOUSLY AND OBEY THIS ULTIMATE COMMAND OF ACCEPTING THE GREAT JESUS CHRIST, AND HIS BLOOD, TO COVER OUR SINS; in order to be written in the City Hall Registry and given a CITY-PASS into Sahasra Dal Kanwal, and escaping the eventual capture from round-ups, that leads to the horrendous and unfathomable DOGTOWN SENTENCES, where we are taken across the mighty TECK BAY into DOGTOWN. And we cannot resist the temptation to enter the great Capitol City, as it is too breath taking and incredible to not go there. So eventually, all of us end up in DOGTOWN after we are in the STRIKE-4 round up catch. Only the truth of contrast would allow anyone to know just what we miss out on when separated on the great spiritual realm or Purgatory (Astral-Plane) from almighty SSJK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













I saw you on the television today, on the news, Sheriff KJM, sir. Last time I saw you was in a wild parallel universe on the Jewelly-White Horse Pike in Laurel springs, NJUSAESMWG. WOW-THAT; huh lovely OP?







This day is already SUPER BOTBAR, but I managed to do one thing in all of this mess, which may buy me a little time so that I can wait out the CVGP and move which I planned to do all along whether I was ever given my new nabe from super hell (Dogtown) or naut oh lovely Mizz AT&T Blake from 1983. Allow me to go on with this information, pweeeze!





















I did not pay my rent until this Monday morning due to a holiday as well as the fact that when peeps are being this unfair and totally mean to me, and borderline super criminal as well, somehow my credit rating as well as paying on the button razor edge of time no longer has the same meaning and or significance for me, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, many peeps were paying it today over at the PHA Office, and so I wasn't alone. Holidays do indeed tend to fuck with people's otherwise somewhat more normal schedules, yo yo yo yo yo yo bro!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So fuck the Microsoft Corporation BROADCASTS. It is extremely hot and sticky for an early morning, and it has been at the top end of normal summer range around here for heat and humidity, and as stated by this blogger on numerous occasions now, this is also a mere double-down of the devil, or as I sometimes say for short a 'DDD', as this is when shit around me that is always there, also tends to heighten and worsen as well, BREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me now draw my Fonda Sleaze Avoidance Coloring-Lines so I don't have to make an already BOTBAR TIME, EVEN DAMN ASS WORSE for crying out fucking Fontana Loudspeaker-LOUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









First, I wasn't sure if the world was semi-open today or naut, Mizz Blake, due to July fourth coming on a weekend day, but it is open, or semi-open as all things are during our nightmare mother fucking Corona-Virus Global Pandemic (CVGP) SHITUATION FROM DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I managed to get me' rent paid, and the building manager was there, as was the BM from two ago, the lovely Mizz Marotto, oh kind folks, and Microsucks FOLKsingers toothpaste fucking cunt too!!!!!!!!!!! I tried very hard to keep my composure, but I was very upset, and within a minute or so, I was given the magical new age 'authority' syndrome that was discussed earlier on many recent blogging texts, and yes, I immediately gave the doggie-submission signal (DSS), so that all order could be restored to the local-world, or mine actually. But I managed to say an awful lot of good logical things, and I waited for things said first to me, so that I could turn their words into MY FAVOR for a change; an old trick of MC, which indeed can stand for numerous things here, from MIND CONTROL mainly, but also standing for MILLOIONTH-COUNCIL, and yes, there are some others. But let's get back to the 'pernt' here, while Sir Archie still remains on his wonderful seat with a hole in it, that he loves to refer to in Queens, NYUSAESMWG, as a “terlit”!!!!!!!!!





















No-sir world; I won't bore you with a verbal play by play, despite it being totally fresh in my mind, letter by letter, but when the conversation worked its way around to why the new female Office Manager employee, has not been around, or had me sign that “super urgent form”, that for whatever the reason was not available for me to do so on the date that she did my re-certification; she mentioned that the pandemic was the cause of many things and then sort of tried to make me look like I need to get with the program as far as that is concerned, and that is what so PERFECTLY DOVETAILED INTO MY THEN BEING ABLE TO SAY, and I'll quote, “Then how come it is okay for my next door neighbor to grab my hand and shake it and grab me and hug me, during this 'Pandemic' that is then supposedly so deadly and dangerous”????? This time I had the HALLS FAWCES in a way that THEY TOTALLY DESPISE, right by the Jack McCoy 'L&O' scrotum. They hate with a passion when I am finally able to get one tiny bit of my valid and legitimate points across to anyone, and normally and usually, I both can as well as do, absolutely expect a HUUUUUUUUGE kick in the ass retaliation from these invisible HALLS FAWCES; and I'll mother fucking bet any of you out here, DOLLARS TO $$$$$$ DONUTS, that it is right around the corner, and waiting to pounce on me, like a huge male lion who has not eaten a morsel of food for five straight fucking days, yo yo yo yo yo BRAH!!! She at that point had to change her existing tune of being totally NOT ON MY SIDE, and the incident being witnessed by a lobby area that had about six people sitting on social distancing chairs with busybody listening ears and hanging on every word being spoken by her and myself; she had to then say, “No, that is not right at all”, after I told about the HUGGER and HAND-SHAKER NABE FROM HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Many other things at that point were said, and with quite a bit more of the vibes to my situation now switched more over to my side for a rare damn change; I found her in total agreement with me, that I should not have to go out of my legally paid for rented apartment and sit at the river for hours and hours twice a week or more when he blares his ILLEGAL SUB-WOOFER-MUSIC NOISE at me at his endless discretion. I also told her how he is doing it not just to enjoy the music, but to harass me, and that his visiting people are obviously part of my own family-enemies, and who have paid them off to move there, and to do these things; and when I carefully told about the vestibule area, and how they open their door as I quietly walk by just to screw with me and ask me where I'm going, which is none of their goddamn bizz to begin with, and so on; and she had to absolutely agree with me, as what other choice is there? I am right, and this thing that is being permitted to happen to a pathetic innocent senior fucking cunt citizen IS TOTALLY WRONG!!!!!!!! Still, I am a realist and I know for absolute positive sure that I never ever win when something like this has been done to wipe me out, and if I did win, as right as this would make things in the land of FAIR, which as most of us know only too damn ass well, doesn't really exist outside of mythical fairytale's and legends and read the kids to sleep books; so in the end of it all, if anything; I am only trying to buy some time to survive, until I am able to move out of here. Once I am trapped in a total WOMO-MILITUFORCE NIGHTMARE FROM DOGTOWN AND BACK, there is never ever any way of escaping it, magical songs from 83 and 97 all notwithstanding, or magical lab technicians, Copyright Examiners, or endlessly employed JOB-KEEPERS of the fictional NYPD Detective Green Society!!!!!!! My shit has already been placed into the cosmic system, and I know this because for the past ten minutes or so, very loud slamming doors are happening, and I am pretty sure it is my next door scum bag NABE FROM HELL. The only other two who do this are Wacko-Sickie Donnie in unit 610 when he's off his goddamn meds, or the ILLEGAL visiting cousins of across the hallway from me at James's apartment in unit 608, and normally, I can tell if it is them or coming from down further towards the elevator and vestibule area of this sixth hellish fucking floor PHA Building, yo BRRR!











I will be playing my Quantum Roulette soon, and using GENIE-WHEEL A33. This means that whatever questions I ask such as “Should I bet 7 RED in a row TO WIN on my next play at the 'hypothetical' tables”, and if it comes out as a “NO”, then I change it into a “YES” because the wheel is heavily into the BMS (Black-Matter-Space) of the graphing system, and so this means I WOULD BET RED for those 7 spins, not including any house vig-greens that may pop in. As stated, I actually have quite a few wheels always running, and I accurately record the outcome numbers that any of them may pop up as by simply recording the MASTER-SHEET-WHEEL numbers. If the master sheet wheel number comes up as a 10, GENIE WHEEL may say it is number 23, and then numerous other wheels will have their own transposition coded numbers for that master-number. I don't have time to worry about more than the GENIE-WHEEL right now, as this one is the one that is far outside and beyond the NZ (Neutral Zone) of the hyperspace-effects of cosmos!!!!!!!!!!!! So as mighty Sir Shoeknockeroutter CF (Chester-Frank) would say here, “WEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!













My mother was the one who observed this peculiar item that I will now address, long before I ever had, after we left Oaklyn, and my adolescent year dwelling place, from age fourteen years and eight months, through twenty years and three months, to move into the apartment at 1118 Linden Hills, in Lindenwold, NJUSAESMWG. We always seemed to live in those garden type of apartments in New Jersey, where a group of shared apartments were in a block of either four or eight of them. She said, “There is always one neighbor who makes it hell to live there”, and she was absolutely correct, and her wisdom holds so damn true to this very day, four and a half decades later in the damn 2020 year. When I got home from yesterday's TIKER, I intentionally walked the seven floors of this building, and only one apartment in the total 95 of them was making lots of noise and partying, and we all know, this was the one RIGHT NEXT DOOR TO MINE IN #605, so don't go insisting that my entire life is just a series of silly ass mother fucking meaningless happenstance coincidences, PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE me' kind gwate fwolks out here, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo! TANKS & FUCKING KABOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









Many times people besides my best adult pal Sir Dave Roth as well as my own flesh and blood mother, all told me things that absolutely back up my entire story, totally proving my claims to be 100% accurate and real. Also, when they were given to me by these people, they were absolutely unsolicited by me in any way, and just came right out of the blue, from baseball's famous “LEFT FIELD”! If I make this up or lie or even exaggerate this truth in the smallest wee little bit or way, may I spend all of fucking eternity BURNING IN HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have no need nor legitimate reason to sit in here typing this blog and lying to the world about any of this mother fucking dogshit!











Another thing I did not mention from yesterday's horrible incident and the resulting TIKER that needed to be taken as a direct result, is that as I came back to the NON-PATTY HOLLISTER PHA BUILDING, I could see as I drove down the road before pulling in at the parking lot gate, the scum bag spies from the #605 helliday-party, looking out the window for my car to come back, from the large windows on the south side of the sixth floor vestibule area of this building. This entire thing has been done to hurt me, and I totally believe that my rotten goddamn daughter has done this to me for daring to talk so much about many things. The joke is on her however, as I did not in any way let the beans spill out about anything OTHER THAN HER PHYSICAL CONDITION CONNECTIONS WITH ME, and nothing at all ELSE. All of that was done by other enemies, to make her think and believe that it was me who was behind it. I would never intentionally hurt my miserable kid, mean as she may indeed be, at least to fucking me. I only did all of this because I needed to get to the bottom of my own physical choking condition that came on me in my late twenties, just as her same thing did on her at around that very same age in her life, and as it progressed, we all know that she developed some issues, and we don't need to go any further other than to say thissssssssssssss, Mister fucking wonderful awesome Bonjovi, sir. If it was not for my purchasing the 2009 DVD movie and watching it, I never would have made the full leap to see how this all occurred. And did she try to hide it in the show??? No way Jose' girl, no damn ass way. She went right into it with the shit before Gab and her began to drink those two sodas in her Lisa Dyfis Office in Harlem!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I never ever do things in spite, and I only wanted to get some help for my own medical condition and hoped that she would help me in that, and she basically said “FUCK YOU” and refused to help, so fine. But don't ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever expect one tiny favor from me, oh lovely Mizz Alligators Starburn Hyperspace!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So screw all of them, and you too Mizz Coocooear Jessica G-R-A-N-T as all powerful shit in this cosmos fits together and needs no time dimension to make it all fit. Shit from half a century ago can happen, and be a part of the dots that connect into something from right now. Time only matters when we are living inside of it; and when the complex matrix of the entire simulationogram is factored into the equation of reality, things then instantly take a curious and mysterious turn, that no mortal is close to being ready as of yet in 2020, to try understanding even a tenth of it all, yo yo yo yo yo and Mike Soft fucking alligators toothpaste TOO, you pain in my mother fucking royal asshole!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









Another thing spoken that night at the Lobby of this PH building (Non-Patricia Hollister), by 'Hugger' Sir Mexicadoor, was, “We don't need enemies”. This may have been a couched threat. Who can ever know. If that had been said to the illustrious and almighty Mizz Paula King, I know that she would have most definitely taken THAT as one, and not only do I know this, but 'trahlalalala' Merry Christmas WAYV-FM Radio, of 2008 holiday season, and their peeps; all know it toothpaste TOO, oh great Mister mother fucking annoying MICROSUCKS MICROSOFT CORPORATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











I told you all last week, and I didn't fucking tell Microsucks or their damn ass alligators, but all the rest of me' Blogaudian viewership that the DOW JONES ON BOTH THURSDAY AND FRIDAY WOULD SOAR UP, and as we all know yo, IT DID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also watch for tomorrow, Monday's HUUUUUUUUUGE non Senator Bernie Sanders giant UP-TICK DAY TOOthpaste TOO; SIR MIKE FUCKING SUCKS CORP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All but one of my predictions has come true with absolute mother fucking accuracy, and all of you following this damn shit knows I am speaking only the goddamn asshole truth here in my awesome BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, yo yo yo!!! The only thing I got wrong was a week or so ago when I said that the markets would be way up on the week, and they were not, because of one gigantic down day. I gave five predictions in a less than two week period of time and was correct 4:5 or 80%. show me one goddamn mother fucking Manhattan stockbroker who has an 800 BATTING AVERAGE for winning on stock trades during his or her career, yo yo BRRRRRRRRRRRRR!













Another thing I did not mention while out on yesterday's fucking TIKER, is LOTS OF PUSSY COMMAND. Several aggressive young twenty and thirty somethings were flirting with me when I had parked closer to the Melody Lane Park where this town has many concerts and events and has a park right across from the library with many areas to park in and park benches to sit in and be near the Indian River. One girl in particular was extremely aggressive while I was parked at that same area for several minutes where I parked before a couple of months ago or so and I told how some dirt bag dude parked right in front of me and then began approaching my vehicle and cursing loudly into his cellphone. But this time, it was a lovely thirty year old brunet who was sitting nearby and I hadn't noticed when I parked there or I wouldn't have parked there, as I am always trying to find the most isolated spots so I can be left mother fucking cunt eating hell alone!!!!!!!!!!!! She was just about to come over to where I was parked and was watching the lightning over the river, and I knew that DIANA wasn't happy with her flirting with me, and I quickly started up me' ol' fucking jalopy and trekked on to somewhere else!!!!!!!!!!!! But this shit is still holding true. Persecute me fucking enough, you rotten ass demonic wicked evil WOMO-MILITUFORCE bastards; and I can literally get all kinds of great pussy, if I ever wanted any, only I DO NOT! I am an old man who wants to just be left alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As my Latengrate Pop, Sir Wayne Landis Mohr, as well as the also Latengrate Mizz Dawn-Marie King, would both say it so goddamn ass well yo, “SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT”!!!!!!!!!!!











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When I play PHR (Paper Hypothetical Roulette), I always run all non fucking alligators, and all wheels, and then later, I have numbers that they all have made separately written down and stored so I can also keep other wheels current and updated. I would have lost my shirt if I had used any of these other wheels other than for A33, or my “GENIE WHEEL” as I call it. I can always do these experiments later on and after the actual persecution occurs around me. Still, the quantum reality of cosmos in ratio to me will never disappear. This is what blew Einstein's fucking mind and he called the seeming event that he witnessed and observed, “Spooky Forces”. Anyone of you can fact check me on this any time, and you will have your proof that Mountainpen is naut making anything up here, Mizz AT&T Blake of 1983!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Even though this was a quiet day today, my weekend was totally fucking ruined after a day as rotten as yesterday, and even despite a great visit on BOTH DAYS of this HELLIDAY-HOLIDAY, from lovely awesome DIANA (LIGHTNING)! Monday, tomorrow, BUY THAT DJIA INDEX peeps, and you'll make a mother fucking KILLING, and IPYT on steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











Not one other wheel that I looked at would have done anything other than lose me lots of potential money if I had reversed those from antimatter graphs and gone with the answers from those on the matter graphs, or BMS and WMS. And in quantum reality, and my attempts to defeat this monster ass Huntington Curse, IT ALL MATTERS; black space, white space, and all space!!!!!!!!!!!! If we can't enjoy a tad wee bit of ol' Irish humor here, lovely Patty HHH of Gloucester, and Great Auntie Alice GH of Chicago; then we'll be left with tears and pain, and original imperfectly remembered song lyrics, from “OTHER” Carpenter Songs, pertaining to dream-travelers and yes, the ESS. I know beyond any doubt, that lovely Mizz White is behind all of this. She got me to write my 1994 'TPB' book, to copyright many songs, to explore the hyperspace, to blog the story of me' life from Dogtown, and so much more. I absolutely believe that she has taken over other folks as well, when she needs to, and yes Patty HHH, if you're still alive lovely girl; our daughter is also being USED by Mizz White,,AND I THINK THAT YOU ARE AWARE OF THAT; LOCK STOCK CROCK AND BARREL!















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Anyone not able to see what happened to me after posting the blog up before going to bed LAST NIGHT, may have 20-20 or 20-15 or maybe even in rare cases 20-10 physical world eye-vision, but wow is that deceptive because if you really cannot see what I am going through and what this HALLS FAWCE is putting me through in all of this shit, and especially ever since nightmare August 1986 and the 153 day excursion into that “other Atlantic City” after coming back from the fiery Garden State Hospital; well, your TRUE BLINDNESS would never ever make my rotten crappy physical world eyesight problems, ever have any cause at all to envy all of you bottom line easy eye chart readers out there, yo. You all fucking totally kill me. The same shit with the viewership. When my life goes right smack dab off of all dials, this is when I begin to actually get less views. If anyone wishes to supply any comment answer that is 'NAUT-PRISHISH' here, pweeeeeeeeeeeeeze then, feel totally free to do so!!!!!!!!!! So 'imagine that', mind blown ex-ESS hyperspace educator, Mister 1969 great Marcucci, SIR!!!!!!!!!!











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