MPN OF 2023—CHAPTER 005
SUNDAY, MARCH 5, 2023
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION----9:57 POST MERIDIAN
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OF MOUNTAINPEN: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
Thursday, December 31, 2015
CHAPTER 28, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
I
WAS CRASHED WHILE TRYING TO BLOG AND COPY, AND I TOLD THE PEOPLE AT
MY PROGRAM TO CONTACT THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION. WHEN THEY
RETRIEVE THE SPLIT YOU DO ON A WORD PROGRAM AND IT CRASHES, THEY ASK
FOR A QUICK REPORT ON WHAT THE WRITER IS
WORKING ON, AND I ALWAYS TELL THEM THE SIMPLE MUCKING TRUTH,
SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, BLOGS. I AM
UNDER A DEATH ATTACK SHERIFF, AND I COULD USE YOUR HELP BEFORE THEY
FIND ME DUCKING DEAD IN THIS APARTMENT ON NEW YEARS DAY, YO YO YO YO.
YOU KNOW HOW THESE CLUCKING STICKS ASSAULT ME
ON RUNT CHEWING HOLIDAYS, YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SSO
SAHWEE, MORE EDITING WAS NEEDED IN ORDER 2 ELIMINATE THE CURSE
FRIKKIN' WORDS. HEY, BRUCE PENNOCK AND I ARE SIMPLY NAUGHT PERFECT
PEOPLE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay wonderful peeps, life is a lot more than just a silly old dog or even all that 'bar-funny', Chester-F and ADA Jack McCoy. Still and allberries and still and all Mister Spellchecker Sir, when we make a conscious attempt naught to do something, it appears to magically amplifying our doing it all the more. I have told over and over on more than seventeen years of these 'BOM-BLOGS' now, that this is naught a mysterious father-daughter-blog, only after saying this, all by itself, it appears 2B in fact growing in that direction no matter how hard I naught only have come 2 recognize it, but go out of my conscious way 2 even avoid permitting this thing 2 keep on growing. This same principle is also applied in quantum mechanics. Scientists who study QM in laboratories over decades of extensive and careful research, have come 2 the absolute conclusion that electrons do what they wish 2 do, and when placed into a situation where they may go in one of two possible directions through a system, naught only do they naught randomly indeed follow something other than any random pathway, but rather; it is intelligently organized with intellectual purpose, and they never discuss this openly with the public 4 fear that Mountainpen's mysterious information will B FRIKKIN' TOTALLY VERIFIED!!!!!!! This is the biggest 'NO-NO' on this planet, stopping the chosen Huntington (MOUNTAINPEN) from getting his truths out 2 the entire global population. I swear thisssssssssss powerful truth, lovely Mizz 1983 Erica-Snakes is 100% powerful truth, in the name of the LORD JESUS!!!!!!!
Only top Quantum Physicists will B able 2 grasp the truths in Morianity, and doubtfully, any of them R out there in my 'Blogaudians-groupation'; as would B the correct Purgatorial verbiage. When the Mountainpen discusses 'STM' on these 17+ year BOM-BLOGS (Space-Time-Mind), he is simultaneously proving the QP correct in all of their theories made so far by them in laboratories. They say that when a particle is observed, it is changed, and when I payed roulette between 1983 and 2003 in the Atlantic City Casinos, I witnessed first hand that this is absolute total reality and truth 4 myself. That very exact same thing people, is also why no matter how hard I have tried now since about 2010, naught to connect my kid into so much of my own life-situation, these blogs endlessly grow and gain their own desire to endlessly do so and even increase in this outlandish parallel. The reason that observation of a particle in any locale in space, alters that reality, is so simple that I'm totally convinced that it utterly and completely escapes the attention of these laboratory-QM-dudes and duddesses. I of course won't B getting into it now, simple as it truly is, as it will still take some time to lay the foundation, and then go on 2 discuss the matter in greater simplistic detail 4 all of my great and fantastic Morians/Blogaudians out there in Cyberville!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But when I do tie it all together and show how the greatest female RA on the planet so perfectly fits into it all and Y she does, you will indeed all B receiving the greatest non-Marcucci-Thaxton mind blow since anyone ever has since the autumn of the year of 1969!!!!
The absolute HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGEST deal in things at least IMHO great folks out there is thisssssssssssssssssssssssss, lovely Mizz Erica Cane!!!!!!!! TOSE, yesssssirrrrrr peeps, good ole' TOWEL SEEPAGE EFFECT, the stuff talked about quite frequently in HOLY SCRIPTURES of the Christian faith and numerous other great religious faiths of this world as well. C-SQ, or the Dream-Realm, same-difference IMHO, is more magical than anyone has a tiny wee clue about. This is where every other part and piece of ourselves exists, in and at their absolute fullness, or said even more accurately, in a way that perhaps will make lovers of the mathematical discipline called 'algebra', laugh a little wee bit here, or at least crack a heavy quick smirk. Pretend that U already know what the unknown or the 'X' element stands for and is. This is because I will now B imparting that piece of information 2U all. The 'X' is the waking world U, U know, YOU, the dude or duddess who is sitting or standing somewhere right now this instant, reading these words on some computer type of device. Now pretending that UR not one wee bit cognizant 2 that, what is remaining or what is the algebraic 'X', in th is problem of which UR now attempting 2 find the solution? Our purgatorial truth or existence in our energetic-fullness equals (=) the speed of light squared (C-SQ) plus (X). Now seeing this as an algebraic problem 2B solved, we get PE=ourselves in this waking world physical plane of human life, plus the speed of light squared or the DREAMWORLD. It truly is that simple, 2 quote Red John 1969 Henningsen from Colorado-USA. The magic of just Y in one case mathematically the equation needs 2B in the function of multiplication and its inverse of division rather than in this case here being explained on this blog, it is more shown as the mathematical function of addition and its inverse of subtraction. In the mathematical equation where mass and energy are the exact same truth and reality, only one becomes the other by a factor of multiplication or by a factor of division; we need 2 realize that we R in the realm of figuring out things on a physicality level or tangible and caporial level, but when it is all reduced to merely a concept of the ultimate truth, then that other form of math-functionality is now needed 2B substituted; the plus verses minus, as opposed to the times verses the divided by. This very same magical hocus-pocus is also Y the magical “dual math function trick that was taught 2 me by LIGHTNING HERSELF long ago, of taking the 3-4 and then adding them and multiplying them TWICE, 3+4 and 3X4, creating a 7-12, and then the second time, 7+12 and then 7X12, arriving now at 19-84, and just why so many wild things occurred in me' life in that year of 1984 oh kind folks out there. When I asked Lightning (Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis) just why the one and two were skipped and we went up the following grouping digits of 3-4, she said it had 2 do with many things, but that one extremely important thing is that the binary number is a part of the magic, and only the great LAMBRIGGER CULT of the Astral Plane, fully understands it; and that therefore, two is used for doing the dual math function trick TWICE. It took me over a decade of powerful cogitation and meditation, and 2 quote lovely Doctor Latengrate Dags (AKA recording artist Mizz Donna Summer), lotsanlots of powerfully heavy reevaluating. Mizz frikkin dirthole Sleazeweedsdisease came a whiskers edge from nailing me' darn butt hide 2 the wall with a 12 minutes past 11 on me' twustworthy ole' cum-puke-her screen-monitor, she missed me by one minute and that is too close, so what was I thinking here, forgetting 2 block my monitor with the sticky papes? Here is me' ********** ********** ******** ****************** ************* ****** ****** bleepity bloopity compensation of FIVE-DIGITS now; oh gwate peeps out there, YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BROTHERHOOD BROADCASTED SPELLchecker BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Well peeps, all I know is that as I was starting 2 tell U all that it took me well over a decade 4 me 2C how a lot of stuff fitted in here, butTTTTTTTT, and yes big-ass-BUTT oh lovely Muscles-MOnique and Milituforce Otammites; if anyone of U begin 2 ever truly seriously observe and study that time period on that wonderful 'DARK SHADOWS' television show that ran from the 27th day in June of 1966 through the first week in April of 1971, and the time in later 1969 and into the time of 1970 just shy of my daughter's day of entering this world on a double-electrical numeration, and how the Leviathan Cult on this show was trying to introduce “creatures without a soul” into our world to invade it and yes, 2 TAKE IT OVER, these creatures without a soul R none other than COMPUTERS, and those writers of this fantastic show were obviously mere unknowing vessels totally unaware and fully ignorant 2 their real and true message, of a warning 2 everybody out here in non-fictional (real-life); as the binary number that is all a part of the math dual function system, is indeed the same number (2), that runs this entire computerized system.
People; it all fits. The endless so-called coincidental time-table schedules involved in all of this total mess, all of us interacting characters, both fictional and real waking life as well as hyperspace beings of the Julia and Julia White Clubs, of all great roads, horses, and pikes and pipes; and on and on and on!!!!!! Even quantum mechanical realities back it all up, only unfortunately, most peeps have naught been sufficiently educated in this particular area of the sciences 2B able 2 recognize all of me' great truths written herein. If only, perhaps the two HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGEST WORDS ever spoken.
I told all of U how making a big deal out of what happened in my end of September of the 2008 year's experience would only serve 2 cause me problems and perhaps spoken here in proper verbiage by MOUNTAINPEN, “switching-woe-whiz-me” troubles and grief. I wasn't making this up, and peeps, I promise U all, I don't go around making stuff up, and just because my junk appears 2B on the surface, quite outlandish and inconceivable to so-called more average-normal folks of this whittle pwanet-Earth, it is absolutely 100% the un-exaggerated complete truth, so 'HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLP' ME GODDESS!!!! So if I had said a lot more B4 the actual event of the great 2008 Phillies WORLD SERIES WIN, then they would still have WON, don't U get it peeps? BUTTTTTTT, I WOULD HAVE BEEN CROSSED-OVER IN MY SLEEP, into a universe where they WOULD LOSE ON HALLOWEEN DAY IN 2008, please try and understand what I am telling 2U all, YO; PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE!!!!!!!!!!!
September 30, 2008
‘TEST
THE SPIRITS, AS SHE SAYS 2’
T/T/W/M,
etcetera subtitles 2 BLOG 5 on BDCWS
Datfile: 093008.623.55
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Well,
I drove Ann over 2 Walmart 4 a few whittle items
at
just past 2 this afternoon on the east coast of America time, and a
nasty CHEMTRAIL was right there 2 greet me,
all ready
knowing that I was about 2 drive over there. They
obviously hear all that is said in a car, at a workplace, at a
residence;
and I believe as did Timothy McVeigh, that microchips R Milituforce
PLANTED right into people, the agent in the
project that is so black ops it cannot B discussed, merely walks by
the person 2B implanted, and has a tiny tool similar
2 Doctor McCoy on Star Trek’s original show,
or a similar little thing, hay; stuff from this original Star Trek
show has long become totally outdated and obsolete, such as
'TAPED-MUSIC',
“mister President Lincoln”.
Think how far the MILITUFORCE
is over what we can even dare 2 want 2 know and imagine. Those that
know, know that I speak dangerous deadly truths. If they wanna' keep
pouring on this harassment, I will keep right on
counterattack-fighting-back, as I am not some geek in a high school,
who simply intends 2 'wussy-pussy out' and go crying to daddy and
mommy. It ain’t happening, bright
colorful lawns there, BRO.
Yes, all ready, the Queen King came in and asked me something about
the trip when her mom Ann and I were out at the great Sam Walton’s
place.
I want 2C if I can get this posted and finished by 30 minutes prior 2
closing bells, as if I do not;
then I’ll B stopped from posting it until after the markets R
closed, free country. Where
is Mo and Larry, and Curly when U really need them, bing, zong, goonk
in the eye?
Being sorry 4 not implicitly trusting my
great Teen Queen
is one thing, and I am; and I do now trust her, as I know U have some
fantastic plan in all of this, that as of now, shrouds me in total
mystery, great Mariah; but I am angry nonetheless, at the filthy
diseased BRIGGERS/MILITUFORCERS,
4 forcing me 2 endure their evil rotten wrath, and the destruction of
my innocent and totally pathetic life, when I did nothing ever even
close 2 deserving this outlandish and twisted infinite hell; other
than 4 being born in this cursed family line 62 generations down
directly from a brother of the great SAR Jesus. I cannot let all the
cats out of the bag that I wish 2 right now. It would not B a bit
healthy on my part should I in fact do so. I am however able 2 say
and blog this. Scripture says that lovers and believers in the All
Mighty SAR,
or LORD,
adding the AH
makes this word go from masculine
into feminine
in the original Aramaic Hebrew language, should always TEST
THE SPIRITS,
2C if they come from Diana’s brother Apollo-Lucifer, or from the
Upline
Teen Queen,
that I know 2B Sarah-Stacey
Jehovah Karge Krassle,
asleep in her own thought wave, and dreaming
she is All Mighty Goddess Scylla;
U would simply shorten and abridge all of this 2
the word, GOD.
I am testing many spirits, but how R they 2B tested some of U may in
fact now B inquiring??? If the situation being examined disagrees
with the ten commandments, and the basic principles found in the King
James Version or KJV of the 'HOLY' and 'whole complete total' idea
and mind of this great book and its words; then your message is not
from any source other than your own deluded mind, which in some cases
as it is all from the 6th dimension, coming from your own systems of
thought, and in rarer cases, is a direct result of interference from
ETTOS-TECK, from the mighty wicked demonic Briggbase residents, or
the evil Lambrigger Cult, SATAN THE DEVIL, put biblically in the time
period of less knowledge and spiritual wisdom of the combined
humankind, as exists presently.
When I know 4 a fact that Satan
the Devil hates me,
and desires 2 keep me down and oppressed, poverty stricken, homeless,
friendless, and loaded with
endless enemies, poor health, persecution, conspiracies 2 wipe me out
on a daily
basis, and on and on; I must conclude that when a cat gives me a
winning number that if I had played as the cat told me 2 play, Gawky
Gaukauk
that is, back near this time 28 years ago in the inverted digital ‘80
year; I would have made lots of money, and again; this is not the
intentions, nor the goals of Satan the Devil, 4 me 2 prosper in any
way ever, in this material world. So 'Lottery-Cat,
GG', is not part of Satan’s
Kingdom
when U run the 'TESTING OF THE SPIRITS'.
On
a later and future blog, other examples where it was both Satan, as
well as SSJKK; was determined by indeed, using
biblical command, obeying HER mighty words 4 us frail humans, and
testing these spirits.
Over
the weekend I watched the huge party that Philadelphian's were all
celebrating, with blimps all over, and major cheering. I was in a
major interaction with strange persons; a tall thin well muscled back
young male about age 25, and we had been traveling to Boston,
MAUSAESMWG together, and were put up in a very weird and bizarre
hotel overnight. He had some good friends that were on the New York
Knicks basketball team, that were gonna' help me in some way in
proving my horrific and monstrous dilemma and plight. It was so real.
I could feel the raw cold in the room towards late October, and the
manager of the hotel turned up the heat. A strange clock and a
strange telephone were placed in the room that we had been given. It
had a strange interaction with each other. Someday I will tell the
entire long and wild story; the strange road on the wild ride home,
only not 2 any home or place that makes any sense now 2 my waking
world brain and memory system. But the raw cold, and the nice heat,
were more real and tangible than any feeling of temperature on body
or skin in the waking world. Then
I saw the blimps over the Delaware River, and on them were written
things such as, 'Phillies 2008 World Series Champions'.
This
was a wild and far out “DREAM” pal.
In
closing, the main reason that BRIGGERS
hate me
is that I would have been able 2 defeat their
wickedness against me and in my own strength, breaking
a Lawtronic/Biblical rule/LAW.
This
is when I was taught by lightning from my bathtub in Williamstown,
NJUSAESMWG, how 2 use applied
PE 2 the game of Roulette,
or how 2 use the 'APE-2R' as she laughingly described it 2 me when I
fell asleep that afternoon in a nice warn early spring bath tub in my
apartment called the HIGHVIEW.
Things
R soon going 2 explode huge hyper time with Dawnie
Terra
the terrible,
and some incredible thing will eventually transpire in this marvelous
scary and far out MARHOUSE.
Don’t get all excited there late Merv Griffin/Pipe, along with your
advertising gang, coincidence; just chalk it up 2 that, right,
ha!!!!!!!!! Mervelous
Merv and Marvelous Marhouses
all not withstanding, let me now C if Satan the Devil will let me
post this blog up B4 the closing bell on their cheated and controlled
fixed Dow Jones, SEC??????
BYE-BYE all, 4 now, C Y’ALL LATER ON FOLKS, WHAAAAAA ELMER FWUDD!!!!!
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Monday, September 29, 2008
REPENT 4 YOUR SHELLFISH BLASPHEMY
‘REPENT
4 YOUR SHELLFISH
BLASPHEMY’
TEOHIV/TIMCAM/WEBCAM/MORPRO-1995
DATFILE:
093008.003.55 ----- Beginning:
END TRANsdimensional AND YESssssirrrrrr SIR SPELLchecker, END TRANNY!
BTAT—CHAPTER 0031
Thursday, February 23, 2023
Blog starting time is 10:56 A.M.
It's a late morning here in my town on the southern east coast of good-ole' America, and my Thursday trash and recycle workers have just picked up my junk 4 the week. Later on perhaps when I go out for some bug spray, sodas, ice cream, sea-salt, and a few other staple items that will completely exhaust my Humana Benefits card for the month of 02-23, I may stop off at the library with my flash drive and shoot up this blog chapter as well as a C&P job of those B4 it that have no quality as a result of some strange inability 2 properly code the posting the way it is actually printed up on my open-office word-program. As of yesterday's close out on my life charting-system, my MPB spread for February over the year of 2023 is at a resisting point since the earliest days of the month, at a minus 5, and remember that minus on anything pertaining to MPB is a positive, not a negative. In fact, 4 actual charting purposes, if the spread is ZERO, a 50 score of the spread is given, and then whatever the spread amounts are each day, the sign is reversed, so yesterday is at a point of resistance 4 me holding at 5. The month is at 27% 4-MPB, and the year is at a 32% 4-MPB, remember that MPB stands 4 (Magnetic Percentage 4 Botbar). In other words, all the points R now resisting their attempts 2 fall any lower in MPB, and thus I need 2B vely vely vely McDowell 1972 Cooley Hall non-Paula King “careful” 4 the rest of this day. This is how mathematics is a tool that can B indeed used 4 extremely accurate forecasting of not only what is in store for someone, but permits their guard 2B up as well, perhaps disappointing those peeps who were discussing me some time back now on that wonderful WFMU-FM Internet Radio website, and that can be also reached simply by Google-searching the following words, “crackpots from New Jersey”. WEEEEEEEE!
How can any of U you there doubt my Morianity claims after you have seen and witnessed now on my Morianity, so much stuff over nearly 2 decades of time? It totally blows my mind every bit, Sir Thaxton from the autumn of 1969 at Cooley Hall in Haddonfield, New Jersey-USAESMWG, as you claimed that I was blowing the count's mind that day, (Mister RJL Marcucci); oh great illustrious Cherry Hill Mall record store billboard sign observer, and boyfriend of my mom's; Sir Sidney Cohen-Crown? All I do is randomly C&P, and no, typo-PBHE, naught 'C&O', as we all know that the 'O' key and the 'P' key lay right next 2 each goddamn other on the keyboard, but back 2 the 'pernt' at hand 4 right now lads & lassies out here in Blogaudianville, Sir Archibald Queens Bunker; when I TOTALLY RANDOMLY CUT AND PASTE (C&P) stuff from old blogs into current ones, it is unmissable how shit all immediately connects together, just as I've laid claim 2 for a long time now. It verifies what the mighty minded Sir Einstein used 2 call back in the days of scientific antiquity, “spooky forces”!!!!! And 4 anyone out here who thinks this is just a big ass fake out, I will submit 2 any truth serum or poly-test, ANY TIME YOU MAY WISH 4 ME 2 TAKE ONE. I have better things 2 do as well as larger fish 2 fry, than 2 sit here 4 years and years, making this all up and faking shit. When shit is a fake job, I am the first guy at the gate to tell U all that it's fake, such as my 2013 faked techno-pop musical project titled, “You'll B Crossing Over”, or actually, the harmony track on it was faked, by taking an old 1984 telephone conversation made by myself and the mysterious lab-technician who I've jokingly refered 2 upon several occasions as Doctor Carey, and then the Bonjovi peeps over in Port Saint Lucie at their marvelous music studio called AVALON RECORDING at the time and is now defunct, was able to take vocoders and sampler systems that allowed the repeating line 2B pitched to various chord sounds so that speech was turned into singing, but yes, totally faked, AKA a form of technical music, or 4 short, was simply worded in the 80's, “techno-pop”. When something is fake it is fake, and I simply enjoyed doing this project. Because the conversation was private and not from any public source since legally, artists have “rights 2 their likenesses”, or some similarly worded legal terminology, but Bonjovi made sure that nowhere in public record was this conversation such as a talk show or movie, etcetera, and so when they were satisfied they agreed 2 do the project back in 2013, and the rest, as they say, is now history; other than 4 my pernt here, Mister Bunkerqueens, sir. I will B the first guy every time 2 always give U all a heads up if something is merely “faked-4-effect”, such as my musical project was. But when I tell U all that using a library of audio or video material or a large computer file such as chapters covering years of my blogging texts, there is a magical Einsteinian HALLS FAWCE that does really honestly and truly kick in here, and I'll pass any truth test given 2 me, and would welcome taking any, to satisfy any doubter, that never ever have I intentionally tried 2 just 'create' this 4 effect, as that would indeed B quite easy 4 me to do, and THAT I'LL ADMIT right upfront 2U all here and now, YO!!!!!!!!!! Doing things like my paste-in's of old shit into new and current bloggings is actually quite a way 2 operate the SAFET, (Seek And Find Expansion Technique), 4 those who may need a quick whittle refresher on the “meaning” of those abbreviated initials, oh great camp counselor sir and king of ambiguity, and yes, the MISOE and or HALLS FAWCES, made me forget that word 'ambiguity', numerous blogs back now when attempting 2 remind my viewers about those days from 1967 and 1968 from good ole' Camp Chesapeake, in Northeast, Maryland-USA. Yeppir me' gwate folks out there, back on my first three years blogging (2006-2008), I told upon several occasions how at that camp, I said the word 'ambiguous' and was called out 4 saying big words that a 13 year old kid 'couldn't possibly know the meaning of'. I then told the group of other kids who were all there with myself and the counselor Mister Kaiter, that the word implies 'having more than one meaning'. Then the counselor went into the bungalow to retrieve his dictionary that he had near his bed, as he was a college student and who also by the way was a cousin of the then famous newscaster Mister Lester Kaiter, who most likely I am misspelling some names, as I admit 2 being a rotten ass speller. I don't deny or fake anything, it is simply naught in me' nature, oh lovely Mizz AT&T Blake from 1983, mahm'. He couldn't wait to try and make me look the fool by coming back outside with his hands on the dictionary page, saying 2 all of us kids, “Ambiguous means unclear, C, U don't know the meaning of the word”. I learned very young not 2 try arguing with adults as in those days, all it got me was a good swat, and I did naught need any of that Bob Gagnus car salesman stuff. 4 crying out fucking louder than dogshit stinks peeps, what part of having more than one meaning is not in the dictionary description of “UNCLEAR”???????? Wanna' gimme' a break here cousin Don??????????? WO-muscles-MO, and enemy-WOMO, watch out 4 those endlessly ever-proving older first three years of the BOM-BLOGS, huh folks of the MDC (Morianity Doubter's Club)???????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do it Mister 1971 McNulty, do it, and naught Mister A.P.K. McFly, “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”, and Amanda H!!!!!!!!!!
It is now precisely noon on this day, another doozie-whopper unseasonably warm one, even for south-central eastern Flower-land, and AKA Florida-USA. Twice, I allowed coworkers to borrow my car, something that as maturity develops through age and experience, we all learn or hopefully so, naught 2 ever do, Mizz Blake; naught under ANY circumstances, but yes folks, once 2 Mister Joe Sivo at the RPL Sound Studio Labs in Camden, NJUSAESMWG back in 1980, and then a decade later in 1990 at the great and illustrious Echelon Towers Building in Voorhees Township in New Jersey, just a quarter mile down the road from the great Robin Hill Apartments, and behind the other western side of the Echelon Mall. 1980 was worse since I was driving a relatively new vehicle, me' 1978 Chevy-Nova car. But the second lend was my clunker while I was employed as a security guard, and Mister Flash-Runner Joseph Berrios needed 2 pick up an army buddy and take him just down the road, and the army place was right behind the music studio where I had recorded the four demo tunes I did that seemingly set into motion all of this wild and beyond outlandish and unfathomable nightmare all around me ever since, the great Jan Nace's place on Beidamin Avenue, in Cherry Hill called Maxfield Studio. Yes folks of that area, most likely crappy-ass speller MWMM is misspelling that avenue where Mister Russell had his famous music store!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-2-THAT-1. So shortly after I had asked my coworker at the Echelon Towers Building, Mister JB, 2 translate a Spanish song 4 me and he had done so, a song about flowers as if I need 2 ever further really prove one single ass thing about Sir Einstein and his endlessly active subatomic stringing “SPOOKY-FAWCES”, and so I couldn't refuse and say no to him, Mizz Nancy Reagan, mahm'. WEEEEEEEEEE. But right after I lent him the car for forty minutes that day, pow and Chef Emeril “BAM”, a magical MCFLY CAR-CIRCUIT suddenly had been placed in the vehicle and although of course I cannot accuse him, as without proof no one can legally accuse anyone of anything, but the 'coincidental-tolerance-level' here, oh lovely Mizz Abigail 'L&O'-TV-SHOW Carmichael, with the role played by gorgeous white hot Mizz Angie Harmon; I know what I know, but I just cannot say it 4 sure. We all have been in these situations and thus I know fully well that anyone out here is able to relate to this particular tale on this BOM-BLOG, but back now folks with the magical car circuit. The same shit happened with the Chevy-Nova-1978 car borrowed 4 an hour or two by Joe Sivo in 1980 from RPL Studio, so that he could go and do some 'super urgent thing over in Philly right across the Benjamin Franklin Bridge' from RPL. When I drove home that night, the car acted up big time, and the trunk had been messed with; and even though I did not have the enemies that I have had since a few years following those times of 1980 and RPL, I was somehow being fucked with, and 2 this very damn ass day I remember stopping at a 7-11, and calling my night-boss Mister Don Cialoni at his house, 2C if he had gotten home yet, and tell him what was happening, since he told me it was okay to trust Joe with my car, and now, BAM, I am suddenly thrust into being in a real royal fucking turd swallowing total ass mess!!! Now let me draw some of the really powerful parallels here B4 even attempting to move things on in any larger ways here, or in other future blogging texts. I had just completed my demo-tunes, the two dance and two country tunes, and the 2nd third of 1980 had come in, and it was now May, and I was now residing at the Robin Hill place for the first out of three total times that I'd B living at this apartment system over a decade of split-time ending finally and forever early in 1991. But 4 right now, it is my demo tunes that are all somehow mixed up into this fucking total ass mess from DOGTOWN (HELL) mortally. Two months after they were done and I'd been in my 1802 apartment unit, & after selling my home in Mantua, NJUSAESMWG at 112 East 5th Avenue; Joe Sivo, who had a music band himself, and was sort of like an old washed up wannabee rock and roller, nearly twice my age as I was age 25 years at the time in 1980; asked me for a copy of my demo tunes, after hearing me play a copy one night on a small open reel system near 2 my work-station one late evening. Normally he was gone by somewhere in the 7-9 PM time range, but he was working late, and just happened 2 hear my tape playing. It was right after this that he borrowed the car, and quite obviously inserted, with or without his own free will involved in the matter and the mess; the McFly car-circuit of total unexplainable magic, and that I've been dealing with now ever since, over 4-DECADES later on in human world fucking chronology. So in 1980 we have Joe Sivo's car borrowing, & leading to instantly having a McFly circuit inserted into me' vehicle, followed by a decade later in 1990, Sir Joe Berrios, both Joe's by the way in case this has some cosmic significance that is yet unknown 2 me right now, oh mighty and great DS-TV-show character, Sir Count Andreas Petofi. But the real parallel that at least 2 friggin' me is totally absolutely unmissable, is music, my music, both times; Joe #1-1980, my 4-demo tunes that began this mess 4 me that's dogged me ever since, and then Joe #2-1990, and right following within a week or less, my asking him to translate a Spanish song 4 me; oh wonderful, awesome, and quite illustrious “People's Magazine” over at magical wasteland Cifaloglio, later 2 become Waste Management (WM), and just like Wayne-Mountainpen, only without adding the other Jenny Plageman owned MMM Bonjovi future G-mail joint (Mullica Mobile Manor)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WOW-2-THAT-1, huh great world out there?????????? UC folks, the great DSM psych book calls my type of thought processing analysis, mental illness, due 2 it bordering on 'magical thinking', which is a psychotic feature known as schizophrenia. They will tell U all that they R right and I am wrong, and that they have the degrees. Well, they're right, they do. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT, big ass Muscles-Mo BUTT folks, I have my life's experiences!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ziggy from 1969 at his jetty there in Atlantic City's famous Schiff's Central Pier, would of course B chiming in here now 2 say 2 all of us, “That's the way it goes”. SOOOOOOOOOOOO, please do it now, Mister Chester Frank, “WEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!
12:49 P.M., and END TRANSMISSION.
BTAT—CHAPTER 0032
Friday, February 24, 2023
Blog starting time is 1:31 P.M.
Every day is hot and miserable, once I get used to the short coolish winters here in my area, and by late February and into early March of each year, it begins growing hotter B4 my blood can thin out all the way to a more summertime-normal, and for a month or two, it is really hellish. Also yesterday folks, I spoke too soon about my recycle pick up, as once the truck came to pick up the regular trash, I assumed they would come back for the other blue-bin shit only for two weeks now, nobody came. Maybe it is another month of strike as this happened once B4 sometime last year if my memory is serving me correctly. Hopefully this will get resolved B4 spill over starts occurring all over the park. YUK!
Every single day, the stock market is UP-UP-UP-UP. Am I wrong here, me' lovely giant-Gina of the nineties? Your 'little cream puff' is just wondering, you lovely awesome girl! I have had some really bad recent times as you all know, and am by no means out of the Rokerneck-Woods, huh Al ole' pal? Jetties and all, huh great Weather Channel? WOW THIS, Macy Club! Yes I am online, and have some small TV type of service allowing me a wee bit of entertainment and ability to get some news items here and there, and I have my landline phone service back; and all for a much more reasonable rate than I had B4 in the pre-May 11, 2022 times, but still Al, I just ain't out of your neck of the trees yet, kind sir!!!!
I mention this stuff ONLY BECAUSE the parallel event nightmare that I've been suffering through now for nearly 37 years since August of fucking ass 1986, is driving me beyond up a goddessdamn wall at light velocity cubed and definitely many times, weapon-arsenal CUBAN! So pweeeeeeze Sir Chester-Frank, do it willya' YO? “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!! I cannot believe that it's nine minutes shy of trucking ass two of the clock on this again, hot & sticky middle Friday afternoon here, in sunny-Flowerland, that's AKA by most peeps, FLORIDA-USA. AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA and Amanda Harris from “DARK SHADOWS” television show, YO YO YO ME' BRO. BUTTTTTTTTTT, big ass BUTT peeps, let's now talk a wee bit today on this whittle bwog about this, and other related topics as well, shall we peeps? Anyone who truly knows what I've been dealing with ever since the goddessdamn nineteen-nineties with my wild unbelievable and outlandish search and quest 2 locate the great lovely SARAH KRASSLE (Singularity in NEAR-PRESENT-human form), knows just Y this Dark Shadows TV-show character is so connected and part of this entire nightmare Dogtown hellish fucking total mess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You need not B some great big brain-trust rocket scientist 4 crying out louder than dog shit stinks! First off, we get powerful physical resemblances and this was all two decades ahead of any human world scheduling systems of course, and then we get occupations of similarity in entertainment, and then we also get the spaced apart time periods with me and AH when we factor in Sarah Callio's lovely and awesome grandmother, Mizz S.J. Non 'Dreams' or 'Works', KARGE! Also and without needing to prove anything, ever since my demo-tunes were first done at the Maxfield Studio on Beidamin Avenue in Cherry Hill, New Jersey across from the at-the-time Garden State Racetrack; at least one, and perhaps all three of those 'DREAMWORKS GUYS' have had covert secret connections to me, those dance tunes, and other stuff too intense and wild to even attempt 2 tackle here and now today on this blogging chapter, Spielberg, Jeffin, & King, and how can we miss that freaking 3rd name there folks??????????? BUTTTTTTTT, big ass Muscles Mo & Mili-2-Force BUTT folks; shall we move this along now, YO YO YO-HA, me' BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH???????????????? Anyone can C tons of connections in all of this with SARAH, with me, with that 'DS' TV-show and its characters, such as the antique SHOP, and Sarah's shop as in “Your friends R in there”, and on and on; but this says absolutely nothing next 2 the fullness of everything that's involved in all of this Morianity that began indeed in 1969 with its original and later burned up texts, as in the Leviathan Book on the TV-show, and Russ Thaxton coming over to my apartment that late night 2 burn it up, and on and on and on. The antique shop was purchased in the show by Megan and Phillip 'WHAT'? Well, it wasn't a “ransom 4 many” 'reale' estate brokers, as in employee Sir Scott Ransom, who informed me that “very powerful people were in a conspiracy 2 stop me from being able to ever sell my Cramer Hill home”, and yes, this story has been publicly shared and published, officially, and copyrighted in my 1988 musical project called, “Epitome of Harassment, Part 2”, while I was residing in Moorestown, NJUSAESMWG, at 114 West Central Avenue. The entire time spanning just over a year on this great sixties TV-show, 'D.S.', that pertains super-hyper-HUUUUUUUUGE time with my story, all begins with the introduction of David Selby into the show, the dude who played the character of Sir Quentin Collins. This began with a magical-spiritual telephone connection; oh gorgeous phone company employee from 1983, Mizz Blake. As with me, no human source could have been responsible 4 being able to speak to the characters on the other end of the phone, mine, or little Amy Jennings and David Collins. This all starts here, and then slowly twists and turns, and mysteriously winds into the plot of the great Astral Plane cult, which in real truth on the Astral Plane, is known as the Briggbase, and also as the one third of the great Astral World Authority (AWA); making up in total, the name of the astral government so 2 speak, and is called the MILLIONTH COUNCIL. Rather than go into the literally hundreds, if not thousands of major ass connections of all of this nightmare mess here; I will begin 2 only insert a few things at a time, as one blog follows another, and so forth folks. If I thought that I could hold your attention properly, I would say so damn much fucking stuff that you would most likely B left half insane, just as was poor old 'Roadway-Trucking job of Pennsylvania', Sir Joe Padgett! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! So 4 right now me' great wonderful folks out here, other than of course 4 those trying 2 shut me both up as well as down, TEE-HEE-HEE lovely Mizz all-over-again lover-girl Lilly Munster; allow and permit me pweeeeeeze 2 wrap up here by discussing just a small ending epilog 4 y'all, YO YO YO ME' BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I feel like randomly pasting in something, and then ending the blog with a quick discussion; and I of course am totally clueless 2 what is about 2 happen, and folks, I swear this on my eternal salvation, via my LORD Jesus Christ, and on HIS blood. So “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”, Sir Chester Frank!
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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 on this 00000 day and this 00000 day in February, of the year of 2019, 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
Don't die on me, or get all 'snowed in' there, Ed. I hear the Soviet Union gets its share of fantastic blizzards. WEEEEEEEEEEEE, Chester Frank! You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits? To start with my great and wonderful people, I could make a VERY ANGRY MOTHER!!!!!
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
Sarah Krassle Owns And Rules This Planet.
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So exactly where does the Mountainpen fit into the grand scheme of shit?
Oh the gods and 'Tammie little doctor-girl', PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE just tell me true, willya'????????
Gee willagars great peeps, just what is 'reale'?
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I have three wild unique DON cuzz's, YO!!!!!
SO JUST WHAT IS 'LIFE-EDITING', DON?
The reason for this blog is because I am back to getting annoying shit from my upstairs nabe continually now, along with other fucking bullshit, such as being awakened with another power outage this goddamn shit eating screwed up fucking MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, somewhere around eight of the clock! Shortly later on they moved out, but in came Mister Spanish-dude-#605!!!
Holy Holly Molly Moley Hollister, when I begin blogging after a quarter decade shut down shortly, it will B September of 2022, and then all this will B history. BUTTERCHEESE and BIG-ASS BUTT WOMO-Muscles MO-Monique, like WOW!!!!!!!
The middle cuzz in all honesty spent his life in Hawaii and I know little of him.
I know a lot about the other two, and we can get more into this later on peeps.
'HO-HO-HO', STEVE & 'SANTA'-PAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-----BIT YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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The few things that are not completely 'dot-connected' yet, I truly believe will be, once that marvelous PROJECT BLUEBOOK show is completed, if HALLS FAWCES/MILI-2-FORCE permits them to fully air it. This Fascitar Astral Projection information was to get me primed for 'CONTACT', and then the 'IMMC' made sure to start a company and create the contact-machine, my 'Privecode'. Then in-between those two events was my 1980 Love Is For Carpenters interaction”. It not only fits, but it is symbolic as in the lightning code of 1-2-3. So, to quote Superman, as he said to Inspector Henderson, regarding the mobster crook, Louigee; (1) Patty made sure I would get the info from that school, and order the Fascitar info. (2) I was primed for contact, and half a dozen years later came the Paula King 1980 LOIS FOCA DREAM. (3) 1983 came, I left 1802 Robin Hill for 134 Norris Avenue in Atco, plugged in Privecode, and to quote Doctor Emil Farmers Skota of L&O, “I was cleared for takeoff”!!!!! Now shall we examine some more horrendous fucking bullshit in greater detail with additional alacrity and succinctness; me kind and wonderful Blogaudians? Just as the day that I opened up me wee whittle blog, kind lads and lassies out here, in early January of 2006, and Blogger dot com asked me the great question, to wit I retorted with me somewhat world famous whittle answer, as copied below. I will now respond to a few ideas recently posed to me by me' new group of interested cove-club members; that I believe just may have been secretly organized by me' old pal from half a duzz years back, 'AD-6'!!!! Don't die on me, or get all snowed in there, Ed. I hear the Soviet Union gets its share of fantastic blizzards. WEEEEEEEEEEEE, Chester Frank! You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits? Well to start with, I could make a VERY ANGRY MOTHER. Tee-hee-hee, lovely Mizz Lilly Munster!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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The reason for this blog is because I am back to getting annoying shit from my upstairs nabe continually now, along with other fucking bullshit, such as being awakened with another power outage this goddamn shit eating screwed up fucking MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, somewhere around eight of the clock! Upstairs nabes replaced by next door S**K dude; Clarence Harris, sir!!!!!
He knew back in late 1997 all about Satan's Replacement Technique (SRT)!!!!!!!
Yes great world, as time keeps passing, we all put more and more jigsaw puzzle pieces endlessly together, such as the NABES of 601 Avenue B's hellish PEEHA-Building, and the mighty 'Mister C. Harris of 1997 recognized', SRT!!!!!!
WO LOVELY CERIAL AD-SPOT GIRL, WO!
I'M JUST LAYING HEREdahelda AND HERE!
FORGET STAIRS, CATS, CARS, AND CHASES, or greenlines from 2011 Youtube pages!!!!!!!
1967-1967-1967-1967-1967-1967.
YES MISTER ROBERTSON, NOW WE BOTH KNOW JUST Y THIS WORLD TURNED THAT CORNERSTONE IN 1967, RIGHT?
So in the afternoons I would enjoy Sesame Street, and then there were those other two shows, “The Electric Company”, and “3-2-1 Contact”. This is a very major thing here. The magic numbers of 1-2-3 in reverse, and ELECTRIC. Well, I don't know about “Electric Avenue or getting higher”, BUT I HAD BEEN CONTACTED, MIZZ AT&T BLAKE!!!!!!!!! That much I do know, and whether someone was trying to drive me crazy or NAUT, Mizz B, this all happened, as did the wild song too. The first two songs that I wrote not counting preteen childish tunes and stupid lyrics, were both in the year 1969, and they were written closely together in the warmer part of the year, the first one in early June of 1969, called “That's The Way It goes”, and the other one in the middle of July, called “Burn With Fire”. They both have extremely major significance, even though the lyrics are teenager shit, and at first glance may appear mundane, insignificant, and unimportant on any major human scales that measure any of the stuff being discussed on this blog. Both of these songs lead directly to the incredible and mighty super goddess, PAULA KING of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG. Now for some time in my forties, I was under the false impression and delusion that her friend Sarah Callio was the major player in all of this. Indeed there was and there is a SARAH KRASSLE who appeared to me in a powerful DREAM-VISION, every bit as incredible and inconceivable as any of the visions given to prophets in the holy Jewish Bible (KJV) and other versions of the Hebrew Bible, that discusses Jehovah-God. I now totally believe that PINK GODDESS is the force that surrounds our MILKY WAY GALAXY, and SHE is Almighty Scylla Jehovah Goddess AKA the TRIPLE-GODDESS, and AKA countless other names. The FASCITAR method of intentionally going 'OOB' is a powerful way of controlling dream-traveling by our spirit part of ourselves. This is what the magical school taught, and I fully believe it was part of or in some mysterious way connected with and into, the school at the Cherry Hill Ellisberg Circle in Jersey back in 1970, that I attended while also attending the Cooley Hall Bancroft School. But I also believe that both of these chapters in this same school had a headquarters elsewhere, and one of them was done by way of a mail order system, quite advanced for the times, don't you think. After-all folks, mail order studying by way of online campuses was just not available in those days. It is all a part of our new age digital days revolution. Still, the entire school, the mail order part that Patricia Hollister seemed to somehow be connected in and through back in those days, as well as the physical structures, are all merely a mortal world counterpart of this otherwise known as the Teck Bay Mystery School of Province Olympia on the Astral Plane or the purgatory as the Catholic folks use the term, and not fully understood by them by any means. OOB by the way stands for OUT OF BODY, and I nor Morianity made up this term or abbreviated system. This has been around for a long time, along with the two cousins, NDE, and OB, for Near Death Experience, and simply and quicker said, Out-Body. Mortals on the Earth Planet, except for the spiritual few who, unfortunately for the very most part, misuse their gifts for profit and material gain, which totally in the long run, circumvents the system, since materialization and the energy astral worlds/realms are about as noon and midnight as anything can possibly ever be, but still; most people here awake and so-called alive, cannot see the linear time illusion and insist on seeing existence and life and beyond it so backward and in reverse, that they insist on calling OOB stuff, out of body. We all are simply existing in a timeless purgatory. We dream off of it in what the world of cosmology labels as the still completely unknown “big-bang” or singularity that blew out into plank-time, and then from there, into all of this. Continuing to see the truth in reverse will always make people say things such as the 'afterlife' or 'out of our body' as if any of that is true. Only the great religion of light and sound or Eckankar peeps know that we do not go anywhere during what they call 'soul-travel'. We don't. It is a realization, just is what happened to me in Atco in 1983 when suddenly all infinity was revealed to me despite my being trapped in a time dimension here, and awake in this body. The Fascitar is just a tool that creates the magical bridge if you will, allowing CONTACT to be connected up, between us here, and us there. Now I do not ever mean to say that we here are the gods, and the great Hebrew Bible does reveal some powerful stuff about us becoming as they are in HEAVEN, equal to them, this is all in there. Equal in awareness is the truth here, not in a true value of energy. We simply are NOT AS HIGH AN ENERGY VALUE as are the COINS or the COILS. This is just simple reality, or to quote the mighty and cool Mister Dennis Snyder from up there in Jersey, back a decade or so ago, “That's just reality son”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Blood type--A neg. & Eye color--green-hazel
IS SAYING THIS TO YOU:
With no help from Disney, nor any goddamn thrills, or joys, of fifth grade classmates named Deborah T. Just wait 'till late 2022!!!!
LET US MOVE ON AND CONTINUE TO LAY DOWN OUR FOUNDATION NOW!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Speaking of the great and non-OZ powerful awesome and quite illustrious, when naut in bed with, or making deals, with gargantuan musical artists, such as the BEEGEE Music Group in 1980; United States Copyright Office, of the real and true swamplands of Washburn's WASHINGTON non Mike Soft District of Columbia, 13-600; and or any connected secret museums out there somewhere, huh Roy ol' pal; as soon as I had moved into this 'FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD' as I telepathically heard those exact words and then spoke them very prophetically several times, to the illustrious educator/mathematician named Sir David Leigh Smith of the COOLEY-HALL; it all went into motion in some cosmic chess game the size of a fucking galaxy. In no time at all, KEYBOARDS FROM PETAHELL was all a part in this mix of hellish fragmented jumbled up puzzle pieces spat directly out of the mouth of the devil itself. Within a couple of weeks or so, I was GIVEN THIS WILD DREAM where Paula King or some unknown Atlantic City GODDESS who I have come to call the (Pink Goddess Scylla Jehovah of Sahasra Dal Kanwal); totaling blowing the minds of the Eck masters as well as the late Sir Marcucci on or under all roads or train tunnels of the great Mother England and its great 'other' QUEEN may I add; I mean really, we have to keep James Bond happy or he and the American Milituforce will really let me fucking have it; but still, along came that wild vivid dreaming interaction and that UNFATHOMABLE 'LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS' SONG (LOIS FOCA) as I've shortened it into on these BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen). And here comes the expected MOUSE-JUMPING HACK (H1), right on schedule, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And here comes the mother fucking also quite reliable and dependable other famous hack, the (`~HACK) (H2), SHERIFF SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So folks, the Copyright Office has played two major parts without even getting into some future other parts that once this foundation has been properly laid and addressed, we can further delve deeper into. The BEEGEE's and their complicit willingness to side with power and against the small fry nobody music amateur, me. Then the deal where as soon as I sent that demo, along came the Atlantic City wild dream with the LOIS FOCA SONG, and for those who think that dreams are just nonsensical things that just randomly occur, well, you just go on being eternally damn stupid as shit, because YOU ARE MOST DEFINITELY IN MAJOR ERROR with that point of view. Three more SPACE BAR HACKS just happened, yo. Usually I do not even mention all the hacks as they (H4-6) happen in REALE-TIME, but today, I'm making a point, and “just saying”! So TEE HEE HEE, Mizz Lilly Lovely Munster! Here comes the BOX SCREEN HACK now Sheriff, (H7) where I go to change color on a word which normally works just fine, but once in a while that stupid box pops up on my screen with all sorts of complicated fucking menu option prompts and I just 'X' out of it and go back to using the normal color box, and here comes another SPACE-BAR-HACK, so you get the picture Sheriff, of what these diseased fucking monsters love to endlessly put me through, and this is merely modest harassment (H8)!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So shall we now continue onward with the FAMILY OF WASHCLOTHS that time warps in-between the 1970 and the 1980 deals, where first I am in Haddonfield's illustrious Cooley-Hall, and then I am ACTUALLY IN THAT PREDICTED PLACE THAT I AM YELLING ABOUT, 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, in Voorhees, New Jersey, that really was a farm outside of Haddonfield back in 1970 as Robin Hill was not yet built, and it was A FARM. Psychic visions or abilities are very fucking misunderstood here on this level of human waking world conscious awareness. I won't bother to list all the hacks any more, as we are up to at least number thirteen or so now, SHERIFF, but you get the point, hopefully anyway!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AND NOW I KNOW THAT I KNOW, CHAPTER 33
ONLY WE'RE UP HERE NOW IN 2023, YO!!!!!!!
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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6:01 ANTE' MERIDIAN
FRIDAY MORNING
6 DECEMBER, 2019
FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
12-06-2019
OH THE GODS OF PURGATORY, LOOK AT THE DAMN ASS TIME, AND THE DATE; OH DAVID ROTH AND ILLUSTRIOUS © OFFICE IN DC-13-600.
SHIT IS ABOUT TO BLOW UP IN PITIFUL DAMN FACE, MOUNTAINPEN.
MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
FRIDAY, DECEMBER 6, 2019
CURRENT PHASE IS: WAXING GIBBOUS 2:7
N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.
Gimme' a while 2 analyze these CAP paste in's folks. This is more damn ass fun than a barrel of monkeys in a cage with the entire MISOE with poison on their claws and angry from just being beaten by some nut case lab-technician!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANSMISSION, YO WORLD.
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