SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY-----MIND HACKING BY SPAMENNIES
Quarter shy of ten on the evening of Thursday, 30 March, 2023
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Two vely non-McDowell-1972 mind hacks have struck me vely recently peeps. This will B a non MacInvondi SHORTY of a blog folks. It is merely about two necessary and extremely powerful items that needed 2B included in my recent groupings of blogged information and again was totally and completely MIND-HACKED away from me, hence from all of U as well, my Blogaudians. The most recent of these two non senior-moments is a utility assault on me late this moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, and one from the previous two weeks, when I kept meaning 2 tell U about something that my landlord and I discussed right around one month ago now as of the date on this supplemental blogging entry. Here R these 2 items now, great and non-great Blogaudians of Cyberville.
Let me quickly tell thisssssss thing now, B4 the Spammenies continue working their evil demonic magical hocus pocus ways of ever seemingly preventing the telling of major urgent stuff by the Mountainpen 2 all of U, YO BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!! 2 quote my own musical lyrics from somewhere back in the 1990's, “HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”. It was late this morning and the exact time escapes me, since this awakened me in an area where I do naught keep a clock, so that Mizz Sleazeweedsdisease cannot get at me with her ones-grouping assaults, that are eternally stemming from 1993 baseball games in Atlanta, GAUSAESMWG. I was on the phone with my Lightning Goddess Diana, connected into our communications system from an off-hook open line or dead circuit or whatever anyone wishes 2 call it. The diseased subscummites recently named by the Mountainpen, the Spammenies; put a loud illegal screeching noise through the phone because the Dow Jones was way down this morning. This of course went onto turn it around and it ended up WAY UP ON THE DAY, another of three zillion or so now of their futhermucking ICPE-APE-TECH-ASSAULTS and violations on my civil, human, legal, and constitutional goddessdarn rights. They persecute and harass me, POW-BAM-Chef Emeril not at all one wee bit withstanding here, and the market suddenly turns from being way down 2 WAY UP ON THE DAY, AND CLOSING WAY UP---AGAIN. The Flyers R on a super winning role string as well. I am not presently aware of the Phillies, but I would certainly if forced 2 guess about it and or gamble real cold hard cash on it, that they too R indeed following the parallel event nightmare, and R going straight down the girgler and right into damn ass Dogtown. Now for the second MAJOR RECENT MIND HACKING, but one that is dating back just a tad wee bit Irish-Patty farther than merely this rotten darn moUUUUUUUrning: This is major beyond words and please don't dismiss at as silly or trivial as things always R in the eye of the beholder, beauty as well as everything goddessdog else great folks, and lousy folks also!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When my landlord was over here, and this is what I was about 2 tell 2U all on yesterday's blog, only I again was enemy-MIND-HACKED, and this has 2 do with an unfathomable thing that lasted all but ten seconds, and yet blew my mind a whole darn lot more than poor Mister Marcucci's mind was ever blown by me back in the autumn days of the year of 1969; or at least 2 hear the great and illustrious Mister Russel Thaxton tell the tale! Golly gee gash dern whiz-fizz, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO. Now he was here so that I could give him the rent for this month of March, just as he will B here again very soon 2 collect my rent 4 the month of April. He knows about my daughter as does his wife, and hopefully they R the only 2 peeps in my park who know, as it is nobody else's whiz fizz bizz 2 put it candidly and yet flat out truthfully here peeps, YO BRRRRRRRR!!!!!!! As I handed him my cash-rent since I had just returned from my bank 2 get it 4 him and never keep cash around as that has always been a strict policy of mine since forever; as it was being handed 2 him, my mind remembered even B4-I had opened up a sealed envelope that was underneath a lot of papers on my dining room table, and knew that the denomination of my 750 dollars was 'seven Franklin's' and 'one Grant'. I then without thinking said as we all do from time 2 time and that certainly does include Mister Mountainpen-ME, “I've got seven photographs of Mister Franklin here 4U, and one of Mister Grant”, and when I said Grant, I said it the exact same way that my daughter used 2 say it back in 1984 at the throat specialists 'Shirley Laboratories' used 2 say it, it is hard 2 describe, ask the Copyright © Office, they know, as it is on my tune from the 2013 titled track called 'YBCO”, and the tune was the 2nd tune on the tape, and its name is, “Deal With This Another Time”. Also after I copied the way that she said this, I also spelled out the letters of President Grant's surname, U know, “G-R-A-N-T”, and also in the way that MC did back at age 14 years. But when I was speaking this thing, “GRANT, G---R---A---N---T”, Mike P my landlord was saying the exact same thing, and in the same exact way that anyone of U would hear it on that 2013 music tape, or if U ever heard it on U-Tube when I had it up there 4 a short while from 2013-2015 somewhere; and there is no way and I MEAN ABSOLUTELY NO DARN DOG WAY that he could have known about it other than 4 the more spuriously esoteric possibilities, or perhaps I need 2 do a slight wee tad bit of 'Lieutenant Commander Montgomery Scottie Star Trek' rephrasing here laddies, as this will B no 'tribble-trouble' at all 4 me 2 do, and thus make this read, another Montgomery spoken endless possibilities from the great 'Bewitched' Television show. He did not echo those sounds after me, as I promise U all of that, folks. He said this right along with me, “GRANT, G---R---A---N---T”, in the very same way it was spoken back in 1984 from Shirley's magical laboratory off of Grant Avenue in those marvelous driving directions given 2 me one day by teen-MC. There is no Earthly way 'IMHO' 4 how this wild event happened, only it really did happen, and I swear it on the righteous and holy name and blood of my Lord JESUS CHRIST, MY SAVIOR and eternal master and redeemer. I know that many R thinking, so what 2 this whole thing, but this is because U-R naught me, nor have U been living in my life and moccasins 4 nearly seven decades of time, QUODDY or naught, lovely Mizz 1983 glittering Blake of the mighty & illustrious American Telephone & Telegraph Corporation.
Just what the purpose of HALLS FAWCES could possibly have been 4 doing this last month with my landlord MP and myself, is anyone's guess; as again, that mighty statement kicks in from prior days of suddenly revealed major
repressed memories back on 5 October of 2008, on my blog titled, “HMTMF”. I do know that most of U out there have also had these type of strange things happen at least at some or a few times in your lives 4 those who have lived longer than just four decades or so anyway. However, the accepted thing 2 do in modern society after such things do occur is to forget it and chalk it off 2 the attitude of, “ oh well, stuff happens, even doghouses and magical kids”. Well, guess what, U would B correct, that is the appropriate thing 2 do unless we wish 2 eventually become sociologically ostracized. What is Mountainpen's opinion and ideas on this deal some may just B pondering? 4 those who R, here it is summed up in a neat tiny nutshell 4 all of the great Madonna Roth's and what I jokingly call the MRS (Syndrome) from somewhere in the summer time in 1997 near the Atlantic City mainland somewhere; first and quickest, it must matter, or else 'Y the MIND HACKING' from the MO-AKA the Spammenies? 2nd folks, and this is a slightly larger kicker I'd suppose; the utility assault on me this morning is obvious, they wish 2 endlessly inflict upon the pitiful trucking Mountainpen as much hellishness as possible with the minimum and least possible risks of potential exposure 2 their wicked and evil deeds. That is so basic and simple it should B teachable 2 a mucking kindergarten class 4 crying out louder than dog stench stinks! They most likely even hoped 2 make me forget permanently this utility assault and its market reversal caused as an instantaneous and direct result. As 4 the mind-hack on me with my landlord somehow knowing the deal with my daughter, and how she said what she said back in 1984 that day at that magical medical laboratory, and my being made 2 completely forget it, and not ever blog about it; 'welllllll', Mister non-crooked President Nixon Sir, half a century may have just ticked by Mister President oh Latengrate, BUTTTTTTTTTTTT and butTTTTTTTT-BUTTERCHEESE-BIG ASS BUTT-but-Milituforce Otammites of 1988-2008; that ole' Briper strikes endlessly does it naught oh lovely Mizz AT&T BLAKE? In any case B4 Nick chokes me out at his lakehouse, in some weird endless competition with my awesome coil the GODDESS OF LIGHTNING OF THE EARTH PLANET, there R obviously 'unlimited Daren Stevens possible things' involved in what happened that day a month back with my landlord copying an incident that he would have absolutely no earthly way of knowing tough-beans about, Uncle Stuart Non-Egg Harbors, SIR!
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