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The world is an insane asylum and they say it's me. Yes, sure, right! Whatever, oh great Federal Congressman R.A. Sir from HHNJUSAESMWG of 1975-1980, back in the day. Like WOW and WO. It seems that two of the three unpublished blogs B4 my HUUUUUUUUGE non-Bernie HACK from the days of 2020 HELLISHNESS, were able to get onto me' whittle bwog today with a little help from this marvelous library here in me lovely town of Fort Pierce, Flower-Land, USA. Hey world, I am naut against one soul. I am no different than any one of you out here. If peeps were wsrecking your entire life day and night year after endless year and without a cause to do this to you, you'd B quite upset and angry as well, and THAT IPY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! _________________________________________________ Here comes the goddamn CAPS-SMALLS HACK AGAIN, here we go, Doctor Church Farm School Shriner, of 1971 in Exton, PAUSAESMWG. Well folks, I was able to have me' wonderful Toronto Dominion Bank treverse the ten biuck maintenance fee, as my check dated on November the third to me' landlord was dated the third and the teller cashed it when he or she shouldn't, so they reversed the charge. This is why I love the great TD Bank, as big as they are and of course Wall Street connected as all multibillionaire ops are of course, they have decency and heart along with good capitalism sense. I would naut have that any other way. When they see that a customer is penalized through no fault of theirs, they believe in proper action and responc,e and I really truly will always be true blue loyal with them, Distant-Cousin Trump, and lovely Emmy-Louise Cooley Cicone. SOOOOOOOO WEEEEEEEEEE oh world, WEEEEEEEEEEE, and all that damn hocus-pocus!!!!!!!! ______________________________________________ 'Dark Shadows', the great sixties television supernatural sitcom show, is too complicated to ever tackle in one discussion or even on merely a few blogs. First, Halls Fawces made me leave the Highview Apartment to move into the Somerdale death house back in September of 1996, and all so that I would be able to watch a cable channel known as the SYFY CHANNEL, which in that particular time period was airing the show as a rerun. During this timeperiod as any of my loyal blogging audience is fully aware of, I was on a vely vely vely non-McDowell magical quest and search to find that magical and incredible girl from my past who had mysteriously haunted me' entire lifeven after my conscious mind and memory seemingly had cleared itself of HER. I speak of non other than CHAIN-STEALING SARAH J.K. KRASSLE. This was a mind bending period in my life, naut that other times weren't of course as you'll know quite perfectly, Mister Bruce Alan Pennock of COOLEY HALL, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!! The mighty Amanda Harris story on that fantastic unfathomable TV-SHOW mirror imaged and reflected my situation with Sarah Karge 100% back in the middle late nineteen-hundred nineties, and everyone out here knows this, and beyond any doubt's possible shadow, light or dark, and low or high stored, right Mister Bonjovi Sir, and sound engineer Ryan? Store High In Transport. I thought I'd split a panty button when he told me about that back in late 2012 at his marvelous studio just off of the Parktown Expressway in the great and illustrious Port Saint Lucie, Flowerland-USA, BRAH!!!!!!!!!! The death angel ended up taking poor Amanda into his realm but ol' lady loving Quentin, that cool dress chaser forgot all about her overnight and his new love-pursuit bvecame the lovely Kate Jackson, like WO-WOW-WO-WOW-WO-WOW LOVELY LADY, can't say I blame the guy, but this ain't me' pernt here, ol' buddy Sir Archie Bunker of Queens, NYUSAESMWG. I however, am not quite as fickle as the great Quentin Collins of all other Diane Barton's quality control machines at great globally and perhaps galactically famous recording labs of western, JERSEY!!!!!!!! When I love, I do not just begin falling for the next pretty face. I have loved SSJKK for so long in human terminology with their perception of time, that no words are in human existence to properly share the tale. In a fit of beyond nuclear jealous rage, I took a giant stone and bashed my own brother's skull apart over thirteen milleniah ago, and I admit to the crime. I served my time, repeated the crime, and the curve was closed outside the shears, but I made it back, I'm on the track. Diana flashed and it's in the past. No longer still, the thunders fill my soul is now a blissful thrill. Where we're going I have been, can't you tell by now. The more the days that pass me by, the clearer grows the rumbling sound. SAGA OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD from 1983, strikes again, but not out, in any league, beautiful Aimy Cooley. I did not really mean it you know when I said "DROP DEAD" 2U lovely girl. You may have been about twelve, but you were the most gorgeous blond that I had ever seen, and what I wanted to do to you right then and there, is naut something I wish to talk about on the blogs of Mountainpen, but I will be that you know perfectly well, and even without Bruce Pennock and his human imperfections spoken of me so often from 2006-2009 on the beginning of these vely blogs, huh Bob McDowell, me' ol' pal from yesteryear, yo yo yo yo yo yo BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But enough dirty minded stuff from the great French Sewage Systems, shall we now move this along? It seems that many prior blogs from B4 2022 had those red triangles on them and out of four or five drafts, I was able to post two or three of them, so B4 this blog TWEET-U, you will see the paste in's. Also, I accidentally put my image as a follower up on the blog many years ago and I hate fake stuff, it was just me, that other photo you see on the top of the blog, now it shows my one good follower, thank you sir for your wonderful marvelous loyalty to theMountainpen. I love loyalty as much as my distant cuzz DJT does, I merely don't break the laws to enforce my likes!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Chester-Frank. _______________________________________ Thank you to all my loyal followers who remain safely hidden in the shadows along with the agents, I have nothing against my country or these agents who merely R doing their jobs. I was clueless that my view-count was a third of a million hits now, so thank you to all of you out here. I won't B disappointing you, IPYT gwate peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For example my Moorestown story, you ain't heard the beginning of this one, yo. This is where I resided at 114 West Central Avenue, when I first spoke to the great Sir Perry, who was to become a great Air Force Admiral, only back then, he was not one quite yet, and my persecution every time I would drive back and forth to the casinos crossing over their FAA territory, they would attempt to frightenme to death with crashlevel jets, just like you see happen on the great APOLLO-13 MOVIE, when astronaut Lovell's wife looked up suddenly from her back yard as hubby flew by, only these guys came at just over tree-top level over my car directly. Neece Katey was in grammar school but later she was working at the great DQ right there a couple miles east of the airbase on the White Horse Pike (ROUTE-30), in Abseacon, and he was at the Pamona FAA base. He and his buddies got me one way, and then she got me in other ways in 1997, scaring me to death when I wanted to get my hot fudge sundae's at the DQ there.I did nothing and she treated me badly. When Clarence Harrise, Congressman Andrews's Chief-Assistant at that time went there with me after leaving Atlantic City, she nearly cost me his help she treated us so badly. He later told me she liked me and that this was her awkward teen giurl way of acting since I was not pursuing her. Even though I was in my forties, many peeps said I looked 20, some guessed me even younger than that. Recently, I have aged hugely. I do not see myself in mirrors the way cameras and video devices do, it is beyond weird. I am a very sick old man now, and hopefully, I will B dead shortly. I should have exited this hell a long long ling ling time ago, lovely Barbara Angrymen-12!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But back to Moorestown where I moved into from the day after New Years Day of 1988 until leaving there for 1102 Robin Hill Apartments after the summer time somewhere on the year of 1989, shortly B4 the time of the LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS destruction prediction with debris all over the place in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. The song from 1980 and copyrighted early in 1981 after Tom Glenn came over to 1802 Robin Hill to record it on his great guitar, baby-baby-baby, that should speak volumes to my point about how HALLS FAWCES have been unrelentingly operating in and through all of this all my damn ass life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! High time for a new fire song, hey? I think the world is getting a reverse bunch of lies in so many hot topics and magical match boxes, yo, get me' 'dwift', gwate daut???????????????????? But Moorestown is the topic at hand right now, yo. One night my mom and I were discussing my security guard uniform and I was telling her I needed to have thge hem lowered on my uniform pants because the pants do not come down to my shoes enough and it looks goofy. When I got to work that night, some idiots drove up in a totally darened area at my job, and blarring Donna Summer music in their vehicle. The guy rolls his woindow down, looks at me, and he says with a grin on his dirt bag face, "Hey, your pants don't go all the way down to your shoes". I had said that same exact word for word verbatem thing in my Moorestown home to my mom just three hours earlier. I had zillions of these things happen there, and this was only the start of such things after I moved from there. Still this is where I was when those type of things were perpetrated on me from the SPACEFORCE-OTAMMITE'S. One day I had my pal Dave Roth over to the house, and some township otammite enemy began screwing with me abd my phone. In those times all phones unless they were mobile vehicle phones which only a bare few peeps had, or ham or citizens band radio systems, the vast majority were all landline telephone systems in those days. Suddenly the fire company kept coming through the phone and said, "Break your codes off break your codes off, munikay munikay, code two, munikay code two. Then it would keep repeating over and over. My mom and Dave thought it was funny and the same HALLS FAWCES doing this to me suddenly managed to get right into them too. They thought it was funny. SAo I joined in the game and said to the peeps on the phone, "I'm beaming my car and myself to 5133 Osakland Street in Philadelphia". The great U.S. Copyright Office to this day should still have copies of these things, I sent tapes to thgem as a part of my EPITOME OF HARASSMENT musical projects. Even then, I knew I had to make a record of what this futhermucking SPACEFORCE was doing to me, yo yo yo yo yo BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me tell you that when I did what I did in responce to this, an assault on me for the next month was beyond unfathomable and totally freggin' inconceivable. I can go on and on but will save thgat for another time when the world is not so dark and regains its rhyme, right great LIBRARY OF CONGRESS COPYRIGHT OFFICE OF WASHINGTON NON-HUNTINGTON??????????? _______________________________________________________________________ Arthur Crane and I met one day as prearranged over a phone call, at a super-Walmart store in Monroe Township, Turnersville, New Jersey-USA in june of 1994. After we exited the store and were walking towards the rear towards a side road away from the huge parking lot at the front areas, a sports car slowed down and a beautiful giant dark haired girl stared at me and then she went around us and as we approached the road further away where no one was around, she came flying back around and absolutely literally made an attempt to run the two of us down. all New Jersey prosecutor's out there. We almost died or better said, were almost FUTHERMUCKING MURDERED!!!!!!!!! But I know from seeing her twice more in the following three years or so, that the girl was PAULA KING OF ATLANTIC CITY, daughter of John Now the 'Dark Shadows' TV-SHOW had a charachter named KING JOHNNY RAMONO, as in King John, John King. Now I know fully damn ass well that boh the names KING and JOHN are extremely common names, but still, Lenny Madison Avenue 1969Briscoe and all great lottery numbers everywhere, hey, yo, GIMME' A FUTHERMUCKING BWAKE, WILLYA WORLD??????!!!!!!!!!!!!! Take all of the shullbit involved and it patternizes beyond any way for a legitimate dismission. Maybe naut legally in some damn court, but it is good enough for me. The song, the WAYV station being there in 1997 at that place where John King had his damn dogs on the rooftop, my daughter's songs, give me a goddessdamn pink break willya people???????? TANKS & B---O---O---M, YO YO YO YO BREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! ______________________________________________________ When I lived with the great KINGS at the great FBI's rental home in Hammonton-Berryville, I went one day to the local Walmart store with Ann and Dawn King, and while out, my daughter called me and said, "HI MARK", I know it was you, I know your voice Merry, especially after hearing it more recently on both television shows and then in the great OW project with the great 'searcher' producer!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Allow and permit me to tell you and everybody else what I believe in at least some small way happened back in 1984 just off of GRANT AVENUE, G-R-A-N-T, spelled out too!!!!!!!!! I know about the "take your sons and daughters to work" deal that many peeps are in some way a part of throughout our lives, and I know that in spring time of 1984, this could be how you ended up at that office off of "95 AND ACADEMY ROAD". i'M THERE IN MANY DREAMS TO THIS DAY WITH ALL SORTS OF WILD CRAPOLA HAPPENING, CAUSING LOTS OF ENDLESS TOWEL SEEPAGE EFFECTS, because the 5th dimension just works this way. Here comes that goddamn smalls-caps-hack, yo world, gee I wonder friggin' YYYYYY???????? Now back to theissues at hand here folks. The only problem with believing all of that mortal world explanation junk is that somehow the throat specialist and you knew each other in some normal mortal world way is that absolutely no 'take the kids to work deal' involves having the kids magically able to be more knowledgable than the actual employees or medical personel. The entire copyright peeps know this and have all heard the 1984 phone call that I copied for them and posterity and the future of the world. If indeed this has a rational explanation, I am listening. To B able to tell me all of that incredible medical information that day, "It's your lymph glands, your lymph nodes, and they tend to get callcified and inflamed because your body is fighting off some kind of infection", and so on and so forth. What 14 year old do you know world, other than perhaps for the fictional television charachter of Doctor Doogie Howser, who could rattle off a statement such as THAT! BUTTTT, Y the Doogie Howser sitcom TV-show? It happened you know shortly after this went down with me in spring of '84, all great Comcast Companies all over the place throughout the entire fifth dimension. A coincidence like a genius medical kid and atr the vely same non-McDowell time of the middle nineteen-eighties, wanna' tell me this is all just a bunch of lunacy and absurdity? Well, go ahead. I know it is naut, lovely Mizz Blake, yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!! _______________________________________________________ Judge Judy, my hero. She says something that even if you hate and despise me many of you, that you need to consider here if you think my tale of incredible weirdness is just a pile of phony sicko junk, or whatever along those type of lines folks. She said that no one is able to remember too many lies and no one would ever B able to make up a story like Mountainpen's Morianity. If I was back in those times of Halloween day of 2000 through August of 2008 at Jenny Plageman's trailor park, the great and illustrious MULLICAL MOBILE MANOR, and if I had had a g-mail account which I did not, then my e-mail address that Bonjovi's great and talented engineer, Sir Ryan, fixed up for me that day in 2011 would make sense, mmmmohr@gmail.com but this was all out of time synch. Yes you can indeed think of me now as the Mullica Mobile Manor Mohr at the gmail, but then??????????? By the way peeps out there yo, it was not the year of 19989 on my prior blog, that was of course a typo error, since obviously I meant the year of 1989, or whatever I was refering to. Also, I mistakenly said to add four to the double digits after 1599 four times, and obviously I errored there as well, I meant to say to ADD 1. My hackers are mind hacking me, as I first typed in a 2, so someone wishes me not to give an accurate story concerning the mystery of 15-99 plus one.Still, the hack went beyond this, as 15-99 was naut where the great mystery begins, it is really the 12-96, despite the next two digit times not having a particular thing that jumps out at me. Still, 12-96, 13-97, 14-98, 15-99, 16-00, 17-01, 18-02, 19-03, and if you want to go totally freggin' hog wild, Mizz lovely Hollister Fascitar, how about leap jumping into the next one too, you know, 20-04. Jimmy Stone on the first day of freggin' September, fired me without a good cause from my job as a security guard at the great Florence, New Jersey GRIFFIN PIPE COMPANY. In a powerful hyperspace interaction that others would call a "DREAM", Micky at Mars fired me from there back in 1977. I was having the dream in the winter time of 1977, and this took place on another month's FIRST DAY, theFIRST DAY IN JULY!!!!!!!!!!! The time gap between July 1, 1977 and September 1, 2004 as you all know well, is 27 YEARS, the great number of LIGHTNING HERSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHE told me this is truth, in anothe rpowerful DREAM, in the early part of 1984, hey, when else for crissing out loud, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo????!!!!????!!!!????!!!! like 'WO', lovely cerial girl. Even you weren't as gorgeous as lovely blond Aimy, but if I don't putupsha as they say in Province Olympia, or (SHUT-UP) mortally, Diana Zuudecronessia Arteemis is gonna' B quite ticked off at HER whittle boy, folks? WEEEEEE can't have that! ______________________________________________________ ---+++***END TRANSMISSION---+++*** WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ____________________________________________