BTAT—CHAPTER
0021
Thirteen
past eleven in the A.M.
Saturday,
February 4, 2023
Yesterday was
another mother fucking SUPER BOTBAR DAY, PEOPLE. I have made a decision and it
is FINAL NOW. It won’t be changed should I win a multi-billion dollar Powerball
jackpot. I AM LEAVING THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA WHEN MY LEASE IS UP AT
THE END OF NEXT FEBRUARY, IN 2024. I will not
survive the election year, and I know it beyond any shadow of a mother
fucking doubt; great peeps out here; other than for whoever it is trying to wipe out this blog on top of all my other mother fucking kitty chewing ‘woe-whiz-me
problems’; the goddamn heartless cruel evil ugly souled prick or pricks!!!!!!!!!!!
How some cowardly people can live with themselves is the true quintessential
enigma of all time of humanity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yesterday was
BOTBAR NUMBER 12 on the year of 2023. This is a rounded-down
35% on the
year now for MPB and a figure that appears to be now holding
pretty strongly within a tolerance range mathematically of perhaps 2 or 3
percent, and this is my prediction. How would anyone of you, and at any physical
age; enjoy having just over one day out of every three being a total disaster,
and then on top of that the other two out of the three also fairly rotten? Magnetic
percentages are another powerful and evil ugly tool when wrongly applied
against innocent people, by this evil and wicked, diseased, rotten, stinking, filthy,
miserable **{MISOE}**
or the (MILITARY-UFO-FORCE, SPACEFORCE, OTAMMITE ENEMIES). In a
combination with the application of misusing the tool of parallel event
technology on top of also using and abusing the tools of MAP-TECH, (ICPE-APE-TECH)+(MAP-TECH)=NIGHTMARE
SQUARED IN BOTH TPB RASPBERRY VALLEY AS WELL AS DOGTOWN, Mister
Joseph Pennsylvania Padgett, oh kind sir from the lands of endless insanity.
When I posted up my previous blog, some enemy prick, the same one who ever
since my 2022 BLOG TWEET ‘O’, has been ruthlessly and relentlessly attempting to STOP THIS BOM
BLOG kind folks, but when I posted up yesterday following time
getting fucking totally away from me and suddenly facing computer automatic shutdown
which the library does once it is 30 minutes away from closing, giving one
warning shut down followed by the second total shut down; I was helpless to do
anything other than for a quick post up to the blogger dot com website and pow,
it all shut down, so I had to come right back here today to do this blog and
get both this one, and the one from yesterday, printed up. I could not print it
out yesterday, as once the computer shuts down, even word-programs on it are no
longer there to allow me to operate my whittle mother fucking E-flash drive
tool. But when I got up to my g-mail so that I could access my blogger website,
and then get to my dashboard, a message was on it from the GMAIL peeps saying, “This is not
just ‘yada yada yada’ stuff, it is a must read”, so I quickly read it and it
told me that someone is trying to DELETE MY BLOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PLEASE, IF G-MAIL OR BLOGGER, OR THE FBI; OR ANYONE IS READING THIS RIGHT NOW,
WHENEVER IT IS RIGHT NOW FOR YOU OF COURSE; THIS IS IN VIOLATION OF MY LEGAL FREEDOM
OF SPEECH AND CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL GODDAMN RIGHTS, AND WHOEVER THIS PERSON
OR PERSONS IS OR ARE, I WISH TO PREFER LEGAL CHARGES ON THEM. I HAVE
GIVEN THEM EVERY OPPORTUNITY TO SPEAK TO ME ON THE PHONE OR VIA COMMENTS, AND
THEY REFUSE AND THEY HAVE NO LEGAL RIGHT TO KEEP HURTING ME AND MY BLOG, ON TOP
OF ALL OF MY OTHER GODDAMN HELL; ALL YOU LOCAL, STATE, AND FEDERAL GODDAMN AUTHORITIES OUT THERE,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BRO!!!! SIR SWAP, please be at the dog park on Tuesday
next, February 7 in the morning, as I’ll be there from nine through noon and
then I must trudge onward into Port Saint Lucie to a medical appointment there
in town. We
need to talk so I can find out how to purse a legal action against whoever is trying
to interfere with my CIVIL RIGHTS, this will be a HUUUUUUUUGE legal action.
I am starting to think you are 100% correct sir, that it is my evil family
perpetrating this, and their friends as last night I had the most horrible
nightmare I have had in decades pertaining to them. It had to do with Sir Lewis Laines or “CHICKY” as we all called him by
that nickname. Allow me to tell all of you the main parts of this incredible
nocturnal or (5th-D) experience now, kind folks.
Many times I am back living with the KINGS up in Jersey.
Usually and normally it is Dawn-Marie who is making the nightmare so frightening
and horrifically monstrous only this time she was naught even in the
experience, oh lovely wonderful doubting Mizz phone company Blake. This time,
some crack cocaine was all a part of the nightmare and Chicky had managed to
get me to ingest a small rock. I was told that now I will get a heart attack
and die and everyone will be far better off without me only right at that
moment, Chicky suddenly developed major pains in his body and began doubling
over in agony. Everything that they had planned for happening to me suddenly
magically turned on them and magically like Star-Trek-Corbamite what was
supposed to happen to me began happening to them, first to Chicky and then to
others all around who also were in on slipping me this item, and convincing me that
it was rock candy. The only other thing that I will tell you, since if I say
the wrong thing it could be beyond dangerous for me and I know it, that is unless
lovely PHHH is still alive, as I know
she won’t let our kid murder me, nor have me
murdered, Sir SWAP; is that where this all took place was the ESS WAREHOUSE
and all three of the magical COMCAST WITCHES were right there with
us, only dressed in normal present day business attire. During the height and
worst of the nightmare that was more real than me sitting here in this library
chair and fully awake right here and now; is the memory inside my head fully
and clearly that the room could be any room, and at any second, and that the
way to recreate anything or any reality, was right there inside of all of our own
minds and is fully accessible. It was as simple to do as to grab a candy bar, and take a
bite of it. I do not exaggerate here, IPYT folks. It was so
simple, and it is so simple, and it still is, but without one tiny memory of
what that was and is, I can no longer do it, yet it was pure fucking child’s-play when
knowing one teensy wee item that we all have somehow managed to block out of
our ordinary consciousness in our daily lives. I swear this is
100% true and accurate and completely honest. The dream ended inside of part of
a recurring other series of dreaming’s from earlier this century and B4I ever
met any of the distant cousins of lovely
Patricia Hollister or tied any of this
mess together through endless and tedious junk on steroids!!!!!!!!!!!
This is what I have called but doubtfully ever blogged too much about
throughout my entire 17-year BOM project, the FOLDS DREAMING. The entire
reality that we live in is made up of waves and particles, but when our
conscious brains decode this truth into our illusionary physical lives, we are
given an under-lay as I call it, a small awareness on a very deep thought level,
of how all the illusion can fold up into a hyper-dimensional package. If one
knew precisely where all of the folds were in exact geometric ways, it would
not fold up in 3-D but in the full reality of 11-D, because of the fact that
one fabric does indeed contain two 5-D hyperspaces, one made of regular charged
matter because electrons orbit their atoms in one direction and so are polarized
in that way, and the others from the other 5-D system doing the opposite and
are thus oppositely charged, and scientists then refer to those atoms when
clumped together in matter as antimatter, only it is merely a reference as we
are antimatter to the other 5-D system. It would take a century to explain this
all better and easier, so for now, this 11th dimensional fabric that
both these 5-D systems are existing in, IS THE FOLD of the entire deal, so to
speak. Why this seems pertinent is quite obvious, including
why it was a connected piece and integral part and parcel of the
KING-CUZZ-nightmare from last night. Still, I will not soon or
perhaps never forget, how not only Trump went insane
that day in the second half of 2009 and came zooming over to Atlantic City in
his high speed whirlybird when Leticia
Tilley was in his Plaza Hotel with the family, and she was with me
at a roulette wheel, and it went way far beyond worrying about the Casino Control
Commission taking away his gaming license, I promise you that lovely Mizz shortly-2-follow
muscles-MO!!!!!! All this not totally withstanding here, the entire astral
truth as I have told you all quite repeatedly is this waking world plus all of
the entire dream-world put together. Even mighty Doctor Billy Graham, the
globally famous televangelist and lifelong traveling crusade preacher,
knew this and was fully aware of this powerhouse reality and truth! When all is
said and done, a lot of peeps now have indeed become fully aware from examining
stuff in their own life and dream-life too; and now see and fully realize all
these truths given to the world now by Mountainpen and through his project, THE
BOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Boy oh boy oh boy, Uncle Billy
Frank Capra ‘wonderful non-hellish’ and non-antonym life.
If things go according
to plan, and I have already paid for the service and charged it to my credit
card, this will be my final trip to any public computer terminal and to this
library other than to borrow or return various items on my account. I was never
able to reach my geek-installer by phone and had to drive to Vero Beach last
week to schedule the appointment, but it is done and paid for, and unless
someone wishes legal action on my part, this will now be a resolved issue for
the poor twisted pathetic pitiful life-cursed Mountainpen, AKA poor and pitiful non-R, Sir Mark Wayne
Mohr of Fort Pierce, Flowerland, or Florida-USA-ESMWG!!!!!! Parking
is always impossible now here at the library, and it is not right. Patrons of this
establishment SHOULD HAVE THE RIGHT TO PARK HERE AN DNOT HAVE TO WALK CLEAR
ACROSS FUCKING ASS TOWN TO USE IT, LOCAL AUTHORIETIES READING THIS, AN DSHERIFF
K.M. SIR, TOO, YO YO YO YO!!! But who gives a sugar juice as
after today, blogging from my own residence will be where it’s at, to use the old
hippie-sixties expression, and yes, I typo-fucked up here, and I called Mizz
Melanie a hipping girl, and I meant of course to type in a hippie girl.
SOOOOOOO sue me Arthur Crane, but let us both endlessly watch out for gorgeous
Mizz Paula King and her very dangerous automobile in or out of all great WALMART
STORE parking lots of the middle nineties or up here in this evil twisted
century as well, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO ME’ BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yeah
yeah yeah, good old lovely earth-shoe wearing Mizz Melanie, and Daniel Mackey,
and the great brand new roller skate key of all great NON HANS WORSHING CHAIN BRINKER SKATES
that no one needs 2B worshipping or on
the brink of any damn ass disasters from
endless mother fucking Dogtown!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW THAT, Uncle Billy Sir. Did
someone say 8,000
all great time-tripped Haddon Township High School
classmates, or merely how to properly wish to WESTMONT or (wanna’ spend
my time)? Call all these things magical delusional and schizophrenic thinking
all you wish to people of the great Diagnostic
Statistical Manuel,
it doesn’t bother me one bit, as I know the truth, and you are all full of long
gone bad baloney. WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!!!!
Yes, on the prior blog Chapter 0020, I showed you the BGAT’s of the BTAT’s of the BOM in so
far as residences of the Mountainpen. The earliest part of my life
during the head drop was the actual number one and then the 32 following locales
right up through this vely vely vely present and non-Bob McDowell time of
February of 2023 where today on this 4th day, I am now as
MWM-Mountainpen, exactly 68 years and 2 months of physical age. That is 68 and
one sixth years of physical age. My present locale of residence is #33, should we count all of
the pre age-4 places of very short stay as a tiny toddler all as number one.
Hey if my daughter can have her number ones, why
then can’t I, oh wonderful world out there????????????? SO WEEEEEEEEE kind Chester-Frank, well kind other
than for that one day over at Guthrie Short’s mansion when you practically took
my head off when I complained about my death siege
persecution, and learned my lesson very well, Sir Songster Ricky
Garden-Party Nelson of the 1970’s!!!!!!!!!! WOW THAT LADS AND
LASSIES, YO ME’ BREEE.
How I will never ever forget that day in 1995 in the
summer time while residing at the Highview. I did make a typo mind hack error
or whatever while telling you all that my time trip with the McFly shoebox deal
was much later than when the Saturn-Switch occurred, as a result of the SWITCHING after my retrace-job
and return to this physical life as a result of drowning in an ocean rip
current off of Annapolis Avenue in Atlantic City. It was in middle August
of the year of 1995, and the time experience came a few months later and in the
very beginning of the year of 1996. How I remember wondering why I was telling
my HTHS classmates back in the year of 1969 that I had come from the year of
1997, and I had not, it was 1996. 1997 was the true and real absolute magic in
the entire bloody and messy situation from Earthly-Dogtown. Somehow the Saturn
car was given a MMMTTS and the thing
inside of my car today up here in 2023 is merely a MMNTTS,
so count the abbreviated letters carefully if you pweeeeeeeze me’ great
Blogaudians/Morians. One stands for the MAGICAL MISOE MCFLY TIME TRAVEL SWITCH.
Another stands for the MAGICAL MISOE NON TIME TRAVEL SWITCH, but both are fully
magical. When I would come back from the Herman’s Deli Casino Bus-Tour parking
lot right at the foot of the 295 highway and where the Comcast Office was and
perhaps still is; weird colorful lights would appear on the dashboard the
second that I placed my car key into the ignition “switch” and B4 even turning
my key. Just putting the key into the goddamn switch activated this magical circuit
and then immediately following that would bring both a bright white as well as
flashing color that would be inside of the turn signals and all over the dashboard
and there was no way to control or override or shut it off. I had one auto
mechanic practically lose his mind over it, sort of a preview of coming
attractions ten years later at my Roadway Trucking security job in Pennsylvania
with Sir Joe Padgett. Mister JP suddenly made a mental leap of my being in hell
and maybe everyone around me also trapped within this new creation for all
anyone can ever know, meaning that even Jesus Christ and all of human religion
is all just a HUUUUUUUUUGE inside the mirrors-illusion somehow. Still getting
back to the switches and weird flying-saucer-flashing colored light type of phenomenon
deal with me in the late eighties and throughout my car-life of the 90’s and
all of its fucking total nightmares. These switches allow a fully taken over
and controlled manipulation of any and all vehicles ever driven by me. When
this happened, normally I was driving a clunker car. When a new car was involved,
the MISOE did not normally attempt to insert one of their illegal devices
(switches) or said even more truly and appropriately here, one of the enemies MMMTTS. One thing I do know peeps. If the Oaklyn,
NJUSAESMWG Chrysler-Plymouth dealership did not know already about this
switched vehicle, they would not have literally insisted that I give it to them
on that particular day while I was residing in early 1997 at my death house in Somerdale
on Harvard Avenue, IPYT lovely Mizz MMO (Mizz
Muscles Monique)! SOOOOOOO WOW THAT, Sir Arthur 1992 TCE Crane
and awesome
PINK GODDESS. Yes we all know that nobody can take literally 100 or so major coincidences, as in that
wonderful Oprah and Daniels 2009 black cat named movie and say that Mountainpen
and the BOM Blog is making up this fantastic or seemingly fantastic tale, as
that would be seriously PUSHING it, would it naught, Mizz impossible-2-do BLAKE from 1983???????
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It is a quarter past one
on this early middish cloudy cool Saturday afternoon,
here in Fort Pierce, Flower-land in the USA,
AKA Florida. I will be wrapping up this
blog and continuing from my residence next week. Also I will be going to the Law
Library to pursue my fighting whomever this is who is illegally trying to kill
this blog and stop my freedom of speech rights to tell a true tale of a
miserable frightening family, whom I named from a nightmare home on Cornwall Avenue in Ventnor,
New Jersey-USA, back early in the month of July of 1970, ‘THAT FAMILY’, and
later on called, the’ WASHCLOTH FAMILY from Dogtown’. I have every
right to tell all of these true experiences and facts as best as I know and
remember them 2B, and will go on doing same, and on Tuesday, hopefully, B4 my
medical appointment, will also be talking to SIR SWAP about regarding this matter
from DOGTOWN ON STEROIDS!!!!!Take
that to the bank.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Magnesonic; your creator is being destroyed, counterstrike these
vicious evil peeps whomever they are on this planet, or even BEYOND
THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
+++THIS TRANSMISSION ENDS NOW AT 1:22 P.M.+++
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