MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
SATURDAY, APRIL 8, 2023
CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 2:6
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WANING CRESCENT------(WN-C)
WANING GIBBOUS--------(WN-G)
WAXING CRESCENT------(WX-C)
WAXING GIBBOUS---------(WX-G)
Rapping Up Final Morianity Blogs—CHAPTER 3
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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SATURDAY MORNING
8 APRIL, 2023
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Now I am going 2 take things into clearer territory concerning the topic of most urgent and powerful items in my least, yours as well only none of U most likely have a small clue as 2 the real honest freaking truth there is 2 all of this. Your loss 2 people, naught mine! The topic just 2 remind anyone out there from my last posting, I now copy in with a CAP-job so U can refresh yourselves B4 indeed we move onward here with this.
So let us move on presently as my prior blog actually was necessary 2 lay the foundations 2 this very topic, and only the real smarty-Jones horseback riders R truly aware here of the fullness of what I'm attempting 2 convey 2 all of U. So first, here is my pasted in CAP-job: I AM GOING 2 SIMPLY BEGIN CLEARING UP HOW I PERSONALLY KNOW 100 PERCENT & WITHOUT ANY SMALL WEE BIT OF DOUBT OR HESITATION, just how I am fully aware that all of life, (dreaming) as well as (waking), is all one full or absolute thing that represents a total and complete FULLNESS, separated ONLY BY illusion that one is real and one is a sort of a fantasy. The largest way 2 begin this is the most powerful truth that anyone can verify with some simple research into what the human brain actually does, how it works and functions, and how it does indeed allow and permit the sentient awareness 2 life and the surroundings of all things 2 then B able 2 magically appear 2B interacting with the self or 'us' that 'we' seem 2 think that 'we R'. Okay so moving this right along now folks, whoever U all may B4 the very most part; we have already begun the exploration into how all of the realms that we create from having an electrified or living-brain, R all one total reflected reality, off of the ASTRAL-PLANE or (purgatory), or said more scientifically and less religiously and or mystically here, in the Plancktime. I also told how I temporarily forgot a major incident spoken several times 2 me by my mother when I was an eleven year old boy in 1966, concerning her having a big hot shot guy in our local area who was a wee bit obsessed with her in the same manner and way that an even greater and much more famous person, the Hollywood-actor Mister Rodney Dangerfield was also beyond infatuated with my pal Brad's mom just a couple years later on in 1969 after meeting her at some show that he did, I think it may have been at the famous 2 the local area, Latin Casino on Route 70 where many performers did various acts in those times, and this place was not an actual casino by the way peeps. But speaking of shows here, let's get back 2 the show here, or 2 this blog and the message thereon. When awake or asleep, we literally R creating a reality, and all realms R made up of simply waves and particles,nothing truly 'is real', not even Israel. I don't believe that these translated verbal sonics here R a mere random happenstance either, as let us face it, these holy lands R all a part of this seemingly intentionally placed 'videogame-hologram' system that we R all agreeing 2 label and call, life here on the Earth. I find it extremely interesting that my computer chose 2 freeze up 4 a quarter of a minute when I just went 2 save that very last sentence. Then while typing just this past sentence, a lot of major KEYBOARD-SPACE-HACKING happened. But let's get on with the show, sweet CALLIO, no spellchecker sir, and Mizz Blake, naught sweet CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC, but then, hey; all things according 2 Mister Einstein and his great and marvelous 'spooky-fawces' may seem 2 indicate otherwise, at least 2 some extent here peeps. Now when I go 2 sleep and dream, stuff that is all a part of what I most recently discuss on my BOM-BLOGS seems 2 intertwine an awful lot in these nocturnal interactions (dreams). Believe me peeps when I tell U all that my life is a wee bit more than just my blogging. Think of this as just an important hobby, but still a hobby nonetheless. What I used 2 label and call my “RPL-DD (dream deal) years ago and 4 quite a long while folks, is my parochial and less enlightened way that I once looked at this particular phenomenon. 2 refresh the memory of anyone who may B head scratching concerning the RPL-DD, it was at that job in 1980 where I had a wild dream during the day as remember that I worked on a night shift swing as many plant workers call it, not day and not midnight through 8 AM or so, but rather my hours there were 4:30 in the afternoon through 1 AM unloess we were on an overtime schedule when our largest account, the religious guy who we all in today's world know only 2 well, Mister Pat Robertson, had a large quantity of his cassette tapes that he needed 4 us 2 duplicate and on a tighter than normal schedule 4 their completion. So when on my shift, I was home and dreaming that the guys in the Shipping Department at the RPL Studio, were planning 2 do something unpleasant 2 me. When I came in that very day, I saw this large dude who was a miniature of the famous then “Incredible Hulk” guy Mister Louis Farregno, and who I'm sure I'm misspelling his name, sorry Sir Louie; and he was standing by the time clock waiting 2 punch out after his day shift had just completed. I told him that I knew what was being planned 4 me as I saw it in a dream-vision. He responded with a frightened reaction and a guilty man's facial expression, with a precise word choice that 2 this very day is totally unforgettable by me. He said 2 me instantly, “You're haunted”. He then stared at me 4 a few seconds and he again repeated what he had said B4 just as if he had played it and never spoken it, on a quality sounding tape recorder. I never forgot that incident and I doubt that I ever will. So after about two decades or as 'astrallites' may call it, a BRIPER, 2 scores of human time, (Briggbase Period), as the Leviathans who really R the Lambrigger Cult of the Purgatorial Briggbase, use that 20 Earth year period quite frequently such as when a deal is struck 2 offer them a great blessed life in exchange 4 something HUUUUUGE from them down the line, such as in the case of Mister Paul Stoddard on the world renown television soap-show called, “DARK SHADOWS”. Now moving on here, Mayor Rohr, my mom's “annoying reflection” as she would refer 2 him as 2 me upon at least five occasions when I was age 11 and one half years and just out of the NJNPI place where I went 2 the 6th grade there and closed down suddenly once I began blogging 4 about a year and begin discussing my wild education on BLOGGER DOT COM (BDC); wanted 2 use my mother as what is commonly referred 2 in on the street lingo, 'a kept woman'. My mom wanted no part of it even though he offered us an extremely lucrative life as opposed 2 our poverty residing in a 93 dollar monthly apartment called Haddon Hills, at #125-A. The odds that Mayor Rohr was not a very closely family relation 2 Mizz Harriet Rohr, at least IMHO, would B 1000-2-1. And Mizz Harriet Rohr was the Assistant Producer of that television soap-show called, “DARK SHADOWS” that just began running and airing on the 27th day in June of 1966, one week after I was released from that nightmare institution, ther New Jersey Neural Psychiatric Institute. This show used my birthday as Paul Stoddard's Leviathans-Cult DUE-DATE, my pops birthday as Quentin Collins' death prediction date back in 1897, and back in 1966 at the very start of the show about three months in, the previous address of the Philadelphia apartment at 2041 Chestnut Street, was used as the Collinsport Hotel Room number where Mister Burke Devlin was staying in. Many decades later in the future, this apartment number seemed 2B identical even further, not just #24, but 24-A the exact number of the Philadelphia apartment that my mom and I were residing in back in the days of the Kennedy assassination, and B4 leaving there 2 move into 125-A Apartment number in Westmont, New Jersey, which is part of Mayor Rohr's HADDON TOWNSHIP. Then zillions of names of the characters from those same exact times of 1966-1970 days in ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG were used in the show as well, Jason McGuire and the McGuire owned Pittsburgh Hotel on Tennessee Avenue across the street from the TRINIDAD HOTEL, AND SARAH KRASSLE'S GREAT SHOP, the antique shop on the show; and this can literally list on and on with items from here 2 practically infinity itself, YO. Then from watching the first 3 months of this marvelous soap-show all over again as a grown up man presently, I have seen how things tie into my life literally hundreds of times over from where I had originally thought. Remember that I came into the show from about a month in, and was watching the TV-show B4 that serial soap show on that same TV-channel, TV-6, WFIL-TV-PHILADELPHIA, and twice I have been mind hacked, as this channel's call letters later became WPVI-PHILADELPHIA, channel-6, ABC-Network. The other call letters R a TV station in Palm Beach, Florida-USA, where today since living where I do now in Fort Pierce, I watch this channel as a local system and it is the NBC network, not the ABC. This is a total mind hack as it has happened twice, even when I tried to fix and amend this information. So I used 2 watch this show called, “POPEYE THEATRE”, hosted by Mizz Sally Starr who I was destined 2 go on and meet and become a good friend of from 1998-2001, an dyes, that was another frikkin' typo when I said on a previous blogging work, I knew Sally Starr from 1988-2001, I meant 2 type in 1998. This entire thing couldn't B more connected into some beyond gigantically 'HUUUUUUUUUUGE non-Sanders' deal, if it literally were part of a goddamn ass BIBLE STORY right in Holy scriptures, and gee, look who is in this entire thing, right down2 the spin-off movies of that great TV-show, “House of Dark Shadows”, and “Night of Dark Shadows”. That adorable little girl in one of those 2 movies, I forget which one now and no longer have the videocassettes of them as I once did B4 the great KING FAMILY made me lose just about every single possession that I owned, precious and otherwise, huh Mister Paul Stoddard??????????? Yes that little girl played “SARAH KASSEL” or however this name is spelled, as I think most spell it this way. Only that great almighty MISSING-[R] LETTER and a reversal in the last two letters, and we get the name of the ALMIGHTY, KRASSLE, just as she spelled this name 4 me in my wild DREAM-VISION, and a few months B4 that very movie was completed and released 2 the viewing public. This is beyond any chance of any coincidence, just as we all know that my daughter's fantastic 20-09 movie if watched open mindedly by anyone who has read these blogs, knows that there R literally nearly ONE HUNDRED absolute things that connect directly into me and these words and it is way 2 many 4 any possible chance 2B some wild crazy ass coincidence, YO! But B4 the month is out folks, I plan 2 show some even bigger junk that pertains 2Y my mom was struck down by some mysterious death-attack the day after Christmas in 1997, how this ties into all of the Dark Shadows stuff, all of the Atlantic City stuff, the music that I have written 4 numerous decades up through my last project so far in 2013, and yes, how and Y and what the entire thing was all about in my 'DREAM' at some lake after my mom disappeared, and the wild boat-rental owner dude who came out of his house when I originally had that dream at that lake-place where Dave Roth crashed the boat in a later and more recent dream a month back or so now, and this original dream back last summer in 2022 was when this dude came out 2 the large red convertible automobile and reached into the vehicle and completely turned the volume all the way down and off on the car system while I was playing my © 2013 music cassette tape, the harmony track only on the musical work called “YBCO” (You'll B Crossing Over”). Again, this entire musical project would never have existed if not 4 those wild driving directions being given 2 me by 'Doctor C' back in early 1984 somewhere from that incredible 'mystical throat specialists office', that I somewhat although naught totally jokingly call, the “Magical Shirley Laboratory”!!!!!!! My real point 4 today's blog lesson is that dreams and waking life R indeed totally and completely interconnected with each other, and most folks R 100 percent beyond clueless 2 this powerhouse mind boggling reality. Call it the quintessential Thaxton-Marcucci-Mind-Blow of 1969 (TMMB-1969), or anything else that U wish 2, YO folks!!!!! By the way in a recently cone previous blog, I said “last year in 2023”, & obviously that was another one of my 'PBHE' typo-mind hack-”whatever” kind Congressman, Sir, and old pal from 1975-1980, Honorable Robert Andrews. People, my blog is not like anything else on this entire planet, I know, because I have researched this quite damn ass carefully. If this was somehow not mysteriously and magically being endlessly interfered with, I would B growing an audience instead of maintaining an ENDLESS 30,000 ANNUAL PAGE-VIEW-HITS from the very same basic four dozen peeps, 95% of them naught meaning the damn fucking Mountainpen one tiny wee Irish-Patty bit of good, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BRO!!!!!!!!! This is Y until I can find out how 2, as well as B able 2 afford this financially; BRING LEGITIMATE TRAFFIC 2 THIS BOM-BLOG, from those persons out in this world who R very interested in anything supernatural and unexplainable as millions of them R, and also those who feel persecuted and oppressed by anyone or anything out there in this mother ******* world, I will B terminating this BOM-BLOG project forever or until that time does arrive, after the ending of this 4th month of April of this year of 2023. I will B sending 2 the great United States © Copyright Office Library of the Congress, the largest musical project and life journal ever done that will absolutely dwarf both my 1994 book titled “The Permission Barrier”, as well as both of the late nineteen-eighties musical projects, Epitome of Harassment, part 2 and part 3, done in 1988 and 1989.
I have many plans, just as I tell my beautiful baby-blond, the lightning goddess of the Earth-Planet, all of the time, when we're together in Purgatorial endlessness. But yes, I do have plans 4 right here on this mortal world, so let my enemies damn beware!!!
ENDlessness—Endocrinologist—End Transmission!
Rapping Up Final Morianity Blogs, CHAPTER 2
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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6:20 POST MERIDIAN
EARLY ON FRIDAY EVENING
7 APRIL, 2023
FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
04-07-2023---DIGITIAL DATE
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Folks; these blogs R coming 2 an end, and I will B using this as my own record, and only 4 my own use B4 this month of April-2023 has concluded. In this 2nd chapter, I AM GOING 2 SIMPLY BEGIN CLEARING UP HOW I PERSONALLY KNOW 100 PERCENT & WITHOUT ANY SMALL WEE BIT OF DOUBT OR HESITATION, just how I am fully aware that all of life, (dreaming) as well as (waking), is all one full or absolute thing that represents a total and complete FULLNESS, separated ONLY BY illusion that one is real and one is a sort of a fantasy. The largest way 2 begin this is the most powerful truth that anyone can verify with some simple research into what the human brain actually does, how it works and functions, and how it does indeed allow and permit the sentient awareness 2 life and the surroundings of all things 2 then B able 2 magically appear 2B interacting with the self or 'us' that 'we' seem 2 think that 'we R'. B4-I begin here, last night my nightmares were a wee bit less severe, ending with being with a man who I was telling him reminded me of my once alive “Uncle Heinz Gottwald” of Babylon, New York, up on the great Woody Guthrie Island's southeastern quadrant of the mighty and mysterious Peninsula Drive, house #175, and not that far from Captain Kangaroo's home on the way 2 the LLRR train station stop there in town. Only we were not in New York, but rather, we were in Philadelphia, and I never in waking life was ever in Philadelphia with my Uncle HG, who wasn't an uncle but rather a cousin, as he was the hubby of my my mother's first cuzz, Mizz Ruth Huntington. She was unless my memory has failed me, my mother's cousin and not aunt, but if it was her aunt, then Ruth would have been my great aunt and thus Sir HG her husband would B my great uncle removed once, if this is correct, as I am not the genius that my own Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason was in matters of family relations and genealogy. As most kids with a large family such as mine was, know only 2 well; many times we R made as children 2 call folks our aunts and uncles B4 saying their Christian names, when they R many times cousins or more distantly related in-law or removed relations out even further in their extended families. There R times when even good friends of the family become a child's 'fake' aunts and uncles, such as my “Uncle-Al” in Long Beach Island, New Jersey, Sir Albert Eckert of Brant Beach, if I'm spelling this seashore community by a proper grouping of letters here. Uncle Heinz always insisted in his dutch-uncle style of hard disciplinary interaction with children around him, that he B always addressed as “UNCLE”, and this was no exception. I learned that in 1972 one cold LI day up there at his home across from the Babylon Yacht Club, that I was 2 address him as “Uncle Heinz”, and then following that came, “I'm 2 old 4 that nonsense”. Well, after more than a half century ticking by 4 me now peeps, I at least can indeed relate 2 that 2nd part of his great elderly dutch uncle island wisdom!!!! In my dream that I awoke from about 4 hours or so ago now, it began B4 he came into it, and making a very long interaction as short as can B made so as 2 keep this story as clear and logical as can possibly B here folks; WELLLLLL Mister Nixon and others, speaking of 1972 YO, this was the day B4 the camera incident where he said 2 me when I was having a wee bit of difficulty in operating my small non-Paul Simon Chrodochrome Nikon camera of shortly 2 arrive great musical hits; and I had my small camera and my small battery operated portable cassette tape recorder also, and 4 whatever reason, the viewfinder in the camera was not allowing me 2 find the image, and then came his famous statement 2 me as he grabbed the camera out of my hands quite indignantly and impatiently, “PERMIT ME”! I did, and he made it work so fine, as if like in the bible, stuff was destined to happen just 4 the sake of FULLFILLING SOME WILD AND WEIRD SCRIPTUAL PROPHECY. But without any Uncle Al's, Uncle Heinz's, Mister Alberts, pretty little Karen girls, showcases on television, Misses Marola's and insistence's on students carrying out school plays on great holidays, or any other ABC-network predestined stuff that had 2 happen in order 2 bring a dude now known a wee bit by a few publicly in blogs as the Mountainpen; into this incredible and completely unfathomable fruition. Remember that I enjoyed watching SALLY STARR and her great ABC-NETWORK-television show called, “POPEYE THEATRE” where Sally hosted and narrated her show and showed cartoons as well as 3-Stooge shows on afternoons on WFIL-TV that later went onto become WPTV, and yes, I made an error saying it became something else, confusing it with a Palm Beach, Florida-USA TV-station on a recent blog, but it went from WFIL to WPTV, and a child can see that even the change of call letters, allowed it 2 maintain a Philly pronunciation, whether it B, FIL 4 Philly or P4 Philadelphia, and then followed by TV. Still, this show was enjoyed by me and then it ended, and a soap opera came on in its place, and this was “DARK SHADOWS”. Captain Kangaroo is merely the same type of kids show, only one was in the New York ABC geographical location on CHANNEL-7, and one was in my area of Philadelphia on CHANNEL-6. Many times I watched Dark Shadows from my cousins mansion at 175 Peninsula Drive up in Babylon back in those days B4 it went off the air in April of 1971. The connections 2 stuff is endless, and then my almost nightmares from last night were with my Uncle HG only in Philly. He was getting me a job near 2 my mother's office, and I cannot remember if he was in the banking business there as he is here in my waking life. Here he was the Senior Vice President of the 2nd largest bank in the world in those days, the Chemical-National-Bank. The second in command and at the second largest global financial institution, and he knew every powerful person on this planet, and everyone who is powerful always sooner or later needs 2 have their bankers. Anyone in high finance knows these things, but this is all points 4 future discussions. He introduced me 2 a pal of his in this wild crazy dream and this dude asked me my age, and I blurted out “30”. Then I said B4 anyone else had time 2 utter a single word, “No 45, no, 59, no wait, I don't know Y-I said that, I am 68 years old”. Y this happened is anyone's best guests guess, even mighty wonderful Scylla Pink 4 that matter. I know down 2 the very day how old I am in years, months and days, every single day, such as now today, I am 68 years, 4 months, and 3 days of age. I know only 2 darn dog darling well how old I am, but that is how my dream double or doppelganger responded 2 my Uncle HG's pal. Then I went onto tell him that I am able 2 do certain things that no one else on this planet at least 2 my best knowledge, is able 2 do. We went into a large pool and I suddenly was showing them how I am able 2 literally put my hands out in front of me, think about forward motion, and suddenly move forward, like magic, faster and faster without any limit until my skin would burn off from the water friction. Then the dream seemed 2 return 2 where it had begun B4 he and his pal were there and I was in Philadelphia. Now I was back outside of the public library where I was blogging from back in 2022, and in the distant park surrounding it, and Sir SWAP was there along with a few beyond bizarre other peeps. I will leave this there 4 today. This is the area where I took that aerial assault a week ago or so. When I came out of the dream around three on the nose this afternoon, I awoke 2 a lot of aerial assault here in waking life, after it had been quiet beginning on Tuesday after Monday's major death assault and SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY. I am definitely HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC on this day of 7 APRIL, 2023.
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.
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE
WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:
DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN
PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE
PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN
MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
FRIDAY, APRIL 7, 2023
CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING GIBBOUS 1:6
N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 WXG8 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 N.M.
WANING CRESCENT------(WN-C)
WANING GIBBOUS--------(WN-G)
WAXING CRESCENT------(WX-C)
WAXING GIBBOUS---------(WX-G)
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
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 Friday, and this seventh day in April, of the year of 2023, and who have struck me today with HEAVY AIR AND SKY SIEGE; 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, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND
S--------T--------O--------P.
OH BABY-BABY-BABY, is my life ever gonna' exit from this goddamn tumultuous nightmare on quintessential steroids?????
WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS AND WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
END TRANSMISSION at exactly 7:22 P.M.
3:41 P.M. On Thursday afternoon
April 6, 2023
Rapping Up Final Morianity Blogs, Chapter 1
U may all cancel what I said about moving these blogs 2 another place. Instead I am ending these blogs once and for all. This will make some peeps very happy until eventual wisdom kicks in and they realize that they screwed themselves, not me. Another one of Mister Roth's great sayings and prophecies. It seems that both my two adult pals were excellent prophets as well as experienced and talented amateur philosophers, David Roth and Jim Burr. One of these fine gentlemen was simply a whole lot more likable and at least pretended 2B a friend, but this takes nothing at all away from my prior sentence. This is not a very good day and not quite BOTBUR, but whenever days begin 2 crumble apart bit by bit, they do have a tendency 2 go all the way down 4 me. I originally woke at half past nine after crashing earlier this morning around five. The very first thing that happened 2 me was annoying and rather than being specific and giving my vicious rotten enemies stuff 2 chew on and eventually even use somewhere down the line against me, I'll say no more than it was annoying. It is 99% or close 2 that figure, Spammenies who R my Blogaudians, and I fully realize this now, so blogging ain't gonna' mother fucking B my answer, oh U great forces out there. Also, I simply give out gold and silver 2 these scumbag assholes by telling stuff right 2 them that they can just turn right around 2 hurt me with. If and when I ever learn the way that a poverty stricken cursed man can grow a blog, and get traffic 2 it from those who would indeed B interested in any and all supernatural related items that R discussed on it, and also 2 anyone who feels somewhat persecuted in any numerous possible ways here in human life; at that time I may B willing 2 resume the BOM, but until then, I will now B rapping some stuff up 4 the rest of this April-month, and then, poof, this will B gone and maybe gone 4 all mother fucking time, people. Your loss, not mine.
I have tried everything, and it seems that my Blogaudians actually R a part of my nightmare in so much as driving me totally mad. At times when the blog is at its best, I get between 250 and 350 daily hits 4 a week at a time and then even when it slows down it remains at a low 3-digit-average until the next spike up down the line some time, and all during periods where nothing at all truly wild or unusual is being said or done by the Mountainpen. Then at times when the blogs do in fact begin getting better, even better in its viewing and quality capacities such as nicer fonts and colors, diagrams and maps, extra wild information, internet connected scene-cams, and on and on, rather than grow, I totally begin falling apart. Logically, this is as absolutely impossible 4 my being able 2 figure out as it would B2 try putting together a jigsaw puzzle containing pieces from ten different puzzles and no completed photograph of anything whatsoever. This is Y now, I am fully aware that a group of idiots out here except 4 maybe one or two peeps, are totally playing with my head, and this blog needs 2B ended once and 4 all as it is just a total fucking waste of my time, and no one is worth my time being wasted. Down the line, I may decide 2 switch this all into my own private blog, no longer needing 2B concerned with anything I say since no one may access it. In any event, after being up and awake until around a little past two of the clock this afternoon, I took an hour nap and awakened from nightmares so horrible that I refuse 2 even speak about them other than 4 a very brief and condensed tale that I'm quite sure the psych industry would love 2 read and analyze and mock me over.
I was talked into having a dinner with an abominable old lady and a friend of my parallel world moms in this particular place where I was just dreaming in. She was taken with me at first in some outlandish and misunderstood way because I had spoken some exact grouping of words and phrases, and she thought that I was some upper crust snob like she was, and although she did not physically resemble the lady on the “L&O-SVU”-TV-show episode titled, “WET” from shortly after I had moved from Jersey down here 2 Florida; she acted just like that snobby egocentric stuck up grandmother of lovely murderess Mizz Emma in this TV show. All of a sudden after a short conversation with her at this restaurant, that resembled a miniature of Purgatorial “Ricktown Manor Restaurant” on Linelane #9910 in Ricktown, Olympia; she lighted into me with hostility that could B cut with a butcher knife, and with the same exact style of total butchery as if it were a large Porterhouse Steak. It was a nightmare on absolute steroids, the quintessential public outing disaster if U will. Suddenly during the entire monstrous mess from Dogtown's very stenchy ugly gates, her husband who indeed was supposed 2 come along later on, showed up and immediately heard her treating me like total shit on a shingle and he grabbed his heart and keeled over. He didn't die but he was taken into a room and a doctor was called and he seemed 2B slowly getting better yet the woman only wanted 2 keep right on insulting me and treating me as if I had just robbed her of her life's savings, raped her only daughter of twelve, and set her stinking home on fire 2 boot. I had done, as I normally do in all realms, here and all over the place; nothing wrong at all. I found myself walking away when it did not stop and outside. My car that I drive here in waking life reality was parked in the parking lot and my dreaming-double seemed 2 temporarily forget whether she had driven us in her car or if I had driven us in my car. As I approached the parking lot I saw an area where ten benches were close together and lots of old peeps were sitting and talking and again, more unpleasant stuff happened that if I got into the details 2 all of it, we would B all day. I got 2 the car and as I was driving out of the place, I suddenly remembered being back at the house with the lady and her friend who was my mom, and upstairs in a very large bedroom that was my bedroom in this large home, I had two large dressers and not much stuff in them. One of the dresser drawers however contained one gigantic turkey knife as well as numerous smaller steak knives. I remembered how I had confused the two dressers and thought that when all of these knives had disappeared, my enemies had broken in and stolen them all so I would not B able 2 protect myself by taking the largest meat cleaver into bed with me, and I remember thinking this, and then, saying this 2 my mother after going back downstairs 2 let her know it happened. She came up and after seeing it, she said that I am now in horrible trouble and better call some authority 4 help and protection. The friend that my mom was with was waiting downstairs in the living room while this was going on. Suddenly, I just remembered that I had recently moved all of the drawer contents from one dresser into the other one, and after opening up the middle drawer on the one that I had never B4 placed my knives into, sure enough everything was all there and completely accounted 4. This quick memory flash happened right as I began driving out of this nutty restaurant that seemed 2 double as a nursing home type of a place with lots of elderly folks all around and lots of medical staff 2. Then came the kicker and I'll only give a small tiny bit of it. Suddenly a man was in my rear seat in the car as I pulled out onto the main road and started speeding up 2 normal traffic flow speeds. He said 2 me after he realized that I had become aware of his presence in my car, and in an official cop-type of voice, “Pull over 2 the curb, I need 2 speak with U”! I did, and then I jumped out as I did not trust him and was obviously a bit apprehensive of my sudden current outlandish situation. He identified himself as Mister Ajax Seven. I asked him if he was a law enforcement officer, and he replied, “NO”. He then said 2 me, “It's time that U learn the truth and this being that stuff is not quite as simple and cut and dry as U think it is regarding your hyperspace activities and travels”. If that is not word 4 word, it is very goddamn close 2 being verbatim. I moved over 2 the rear area behind my car and he 2 followed me 2 this same spot. Traffic along the road seemed 2B extremely light, and we continued our wild conversation. Suddenly I realized that he was the same man and was not one day older after 50 years now since 1974, the very same man who I referred 2 many times as the “Atlantic City 1974 beach-alchemist”. He reminded me of my seeing him last not in Atlantic City but rather that day that I was traveling around with Nick Cannon and had just come back from a trip in Boston, MAUSAESMWG, and was practically down the street where my ole' pal and once locally famous rock star lived in Pine Hill, NJUSAESMWG, Billy Harner. I said back 2 him, I saw U in waking life in 1974 but I saw U in my dreams after that in 2008, isn't that what U mean? He then told me, “Travelers do not live anywhere, we travel”. I said back 2 him, “That still doesn't answer what I just asked U2 explain, YRU saying that we met twice when once was in a dream”? He chuckled and said back 2 me, “I am a traveler, people like Mark Mohr and Gene Roddenberry call me a “Kazinski”, but I have no home, no place of birth, no place of death, I just endlessly go from place 2 place”. Then in a joking way 2 try and lighten up the mood a wee bit, I said back 2 him, “Yeah, U mean like the disco singer Donna Summer and her song lyrics about traveling every place”? He didn't think it was amusing however, and he said back 2 me in a stern and almost angry sounding tone of voice, “Those song lyrics said, 'I'm a wanderer', not a traveler”. Then beyond this I only can give a basic tale of the general message that he gave me as exact words or even near exact words begin 2 fade out despite writing down instantly upon awakening, as much of this as I could pull up while practically trembling with near illegible handwriting as a direct result. He told me that all reality is made of shades of shadows, that exact item I do remember, shades of shadows. He said it does not matter if we R awake or dreaming, since lightning obviously told me the truth that all of the parallel realms R simply a mirror of the Plancktime reality that has become transferred down from energy into mass by the great C-SQ division, and so what exactly is the mirror and what is it truly reflecting, and Y do things happen as they do and differently 4 all of us? When I shrugged my shoulders, he finished by telling me that he only was sent 2 open up my mind back in the summer of 1974 and this is Y when I got back to Selena Dada's rooming house, I instantly began realizing that the law of 1 is the absolute truth. Now it is time 4 me 2 know another great law and truth. He asked me if my mother did not joke with me about some man's name back in my early days and times in Westmont, New Jersey. It then hit me after maybe fifteen seconds of thought. My mom less than one week after I got out of that Princeton nut house in late June of 1966, began telling me how she had met Mayor Rohr and how he wanted my mom 2B in an improved life situation. In today's world, this means of course or then 2 only I was 2 young 2 know this back then, he wanted her 2B what is called “A kept-woman”. We would live in a nice place but he would come over 4 sex whenever he wanted 2. None of this is the point. My mom wanted no part of it, poor as we were, and 4 some time, he made advances and tried 2 bring my mom into his kingdom so 2 speak. During this time, they would C each other from time 2 time and although I never met him nor did he ever go publicly out with her, they did get together several times. My mom would jokingly call him, “My annoying reflection”, and then would say 2 me, adding on from that, U know, as in MIRROR, MEER-ROOR. I had totally forgotten those details until waking up from my afternoon's nap, nearly 60 YEARS IN THE FUTURE. I am up here now 57 years from late June of 1966, and I did just get out of that horrible NJNPI place a week earlier from the first time I had heard of the man. Now of course, Harriet Rohr was the assistant 2 the producer of the DARK SHADOWS TELEVISION SHOW that began on the 27th day in June of 1966 and was told about on earlier blogs. The odds that Harriet and the Mayor of Haddon Township (Westmont) and the town right next door 2 COLLINGSWOOD, R not closely related, brother-sister, first cousins, whatever; R highly improbable. So many times on that marvelous television soap show, an actor would mispronounce their script-word and say either COLLINGWOOD OR COLLINGSWOOD, especially the guy who played Jebez Hawkes and later went onto play other roles, Sir Christoper Pennock, as in Bruce Pennock, and we all know that we do not hear names like ROHR or PENNOCK every day as they R simply by no means common every day surnames!
I've decided 2 resume and get ready 2 complete my © 2023 copyrighted project that I started doing back in 2021 from this residence, onto cassette tape, the same thing that this blog does, tell my story, and called, Mountainpen's Morianity! As I said, I'll keep blogging even after I end the public forum blogging, as I'll have a record of things, and this is what my ENEMIES DO NOT WANT ME 2 HAVE, as was proven many times over by them when they always manage 2 destroy each and every goddamn fucking attempt on my part 2 do this!!!!!!!!
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OFFICIAL DYING DECLARATION OF 2 MARCH 2016
March 2, 2016
the continuation of “The Epitome of Harassment”
Wednesday, March 2, 2016
CHAPTER 127, GTNOTG
GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 127
MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
THURSDAY, APRIL 6, 2023
CURRENT PHASE IS: FULL MOON
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This blog is a short follow up 2 the great Mayor Rohr of WESTMONT, NJUSAESMWG from my days of boyhood living with my mother at the Haddon Hills Illustrious Apartments that R geographically a part of the mighty HADDON TOWNSHIP, IN JERSEY, and then following that, a wee bit of complaints and accusations regarding my MAJOR RECENT INSECT INFESTATION HERE AT MY PLACE OF RESIDENCE, and finally a major note on medical related stuff that also is batting close 2 a full thousand when it comes 2 my seemingly having all and every right 2 my conspiracy theories from my enemies, and ESPECIALLY THOSE OF THE EVER FRIGHTENING “****MACY CLUB****”!!!! B4 opening up now folks, my card table was shipped and delivered 2 me today from the great Fingerhut. It was nothing like I had expected it 2B. If I were 2 purchase this item at Home Depot, it would have cost, at least here in south-central Flowerland-USA, three hundred bucks, and naught seventy bucks. One thing I will say right now about the great illustrious Fingerhut, is that their products R indeed well worth their money and then some. Still, 4 many things such as my computer use it is way 2 large, and I will still need 2 follow through on my old plans of purchasing some lumber at the local ACE place, and building my own computer work station, and since I already also need 2 make a storage cabinet, it just means that I will need 2 have three and not two pieces of lumber cut into quarters so that I can 'Elmer's'-glue these cut sides all together in order 2 create both a card table as well as a 2-tier storage cabinet space 4 my numerous DVD and cassette tape library. Yes that agent at Fingerhut made my day begin quite bad and go onto B a real nasty ass BOTBAR day, but the products that they sell R darn right terrific, and this is a plug 4 any internet source by the Mountainpen. I am not following the news as Y depress myself, so screw the whole rotten bunch of nightmare stick lickers is my goddessdog mado folks! My budget is in the toilet where my butt-hole donations also need 2B and sometimes cannot B due 2 great and covert Havana Death Beam weaponry assaults on me. Oh boy, Uncle Billy, non-2000-Harner, and FAMILY, but let us speak of family B4 moving on 2 finish this work. First, if I didn't feel absolutely compelled to tell this stuff RIGHT DARN DOG NOW PEEPS, I wouldn't even B doing this blog, as I am, beginning yesterday, a new blogging schedule. This is because 4 months and months now, my daily hits have been around the three digit area and have suddenly 4 no other than MCFR (Macy-Club Family Reasons), 4 future shortened abbreviated lettering here; dropped to around a third of this, from averaging 120 down 2 somewhere just over 40, and it is continually going down, down, down, Mister Star Trek Squire-General TRILANE, oh great sir and 900 light year scanner-observer, but without any AVM recording devices, right WFMU listeners? Yes I need 2 quickly tell what is happening 2 me and then as stated, U won't B hearing all that much from the good-ole' Sir Mountainpen, oh lovely fwolks out there in Cyberville. So without any dogs or recorders being mysteriously grabbed up by magical kids here peeps of the world and the Castaneda dream-gates-crew of Briggbaseville of the Purgatory; allow me please 2 tell U a quick whittle item here, YO: B4-I start telling this medical item, I'll just quickly report that I am killing truckloads of gigantic pregnant female cockroaches in this residence and this began just a couple of weeks ago, and just as I know that EX-MAYOR LEVY AND HIS BRANCH OF 'THAT WASHCLOTH-DEATH FAMILY' back in 2005 shortly B4 becoming Atlantic City's mayor, had his crew place a bunch of rats into my #10 trailer at Jenny Plageman's MMM trailer park in Mullica, NJUSAESMWG while I was at work one night at my brand new CIFALOGLIO-HATS of Tilley-Tulley-TOWN's future bought out and without any help from Reagan's hostile take over's and B4 even that, Sir Burke Devlin's plans 2 take over Collinwood and THAT FAMILY there as well, I know that some prick while I was out on my local shopping errands back in middle-March, came in here and infested this place with numerous large pregnant FUTHERMUCKING COCKROACHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have emptied 5 cans of both RAID as well as the new stuff that we all have seen advertised over the past few years now that harm only the bugs and not us or our pets. Thank the damn ass gods of Purgatory (Astral Plane---Plancktime), that my new Humana monthly benefits allow me 2 purchase more than just meds and vitamins. This year started a new system where us poor old sick defenseless senior futhermucking citizens can now buy bug spray and other necessary items, not just health food stuffs and pharmaceutical items as it was B4. Thank the coins and coils of the ASTRAL PLANE 4 thissssssssssssssssss, oh lovely Mizz Erica Cane-non-Rohr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But now 4 the word that I wouldn't even attempt 2 spell with my vely vely vely non-McDowell-1972 piss-poor spelling skills sounding like resisting pizzas or something along that line oh gweat fwolks out there, and NAUGHT SO GWATE ONES AS WELL, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This ain't the first time this has happened either, so pweeeeeeeze peeps, 'just readeth on' here!!!!!
I was speaking of benefits and Humana Health Insurance, which I have a policy with them, through my medicaid and medicare system, as a recipient of retirement income through the wonderful SOCIAL SECURITY ADMINISTRATION program, just like everybody else does in my life-age situation. Recently due 2 several of my chronic health conditions that ALL BEGAN AFTER THE MACY CLUB ENEMIES AND THEIR TENTICLES ALL HAD ME CLEVERLY AND COVERTLY THROWN OFF OF MY ATIVAN-LORAZEPAM MEDICATION THAT I HAD BEEN FAITHFULLY TAKING UNDER DOCTOR CARE BEGINNING IN NEW JERSEY IN EARLY JULY OF 1983 that was at least comforting me a small bit with my totally debilitating glandular condition that came upon me like sudden witchcraft-black magic, back on the night of 4 June in 1983 at precisely half past ten in the evening at my Atco, NJUSAESMWG home, then owned by Mister Jerald Pliner the real estate investor, that my mother and I were renting after leaving our apartment at 1802 Robin Hill due 2 that nightmare gal-pal of BLONDIE AKA Mizz Debbie Harry, the Playboy Bunny and Atlantic City mob-tied and connected vocalist, and what she and her evil diseased friends all did 2 us in that apartment and making our lives absolutely intolerable there. Anyway, I had 2 get a couple of extra blood tests and needed 2 go to my PCP doctor 2 pickup the lab-sheet needed paperwork in order 4 these tests 2B performed at the laboratory next door 2 the PCP doctor. While there and waiting, I could not help but 2 overhear the receptionist there discussing the prescriptions 4 another patient, and one of the scripts was for Lorazepam. This is not the first time, as B4 as well, I heard the pharmacist at the Walgreen Store, back somewhere shortly after all of the doctors had told me that they could no longer write scripts 4 any type of psych-meds which led me 2 have 2 begin driving 2 Vero Beach 2 the closest psych clinic that my insurance then was covering, and the rest is all history now. Still, the pharmacist at the Ohio Avenue Walgreen's Store also said that non-psych-docks were no longer permitted 2 write any type of psychotropic medications or they would, and I quote here folks, “WOULD LOSE THEIR LICENSE 2 PRACTICE MEDICINE”, and that the Attorney General of Florida had cracked down on this in some HUUUUUUUUUGE way, the lovely Mizz Pam Bondi-blondie and personal pal of distant cousin, and Macy-Boy, Mister DONALD JOHN TRUMP. Shortly after all of this stuff had gone down, Trump ran 4 the office of the US President, and WON the election, in late 2016, as we all know and also, is history now. Still, my doctor is indeed writing scripts for lorazapem, and no one can tell me that regular physical doctors R not permitted 2 write prescriptions 4 this medication. But a necessary item 2 SAVE MY LIFE, was prevented from my gaining access 2 it and after I had faithfully been taking 28 Mg dosages of this particular drug since the age of 28 and one half years, more than three solid decades, and without any bad effects. Then directly following my losing my needed medication 4 my unknown and seemingly both magical and untreatable glandular condition, I instantly get type-2-diabetes, cataracts in both eyes, nerve damage in my left hand and arm, a spike in blood pressure, and literally a dozen other age-related illnesses and health problems. And U all wanna' effing tell me, and insist 2 me, that I have been treated fairly and honestly; and that I do naught have real honest powerful goddamn ass enemies out there. Well, U go right on ahead, futhermuckers, U just do that YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' ROTTEN BRO!!!
Pretty soon I will let cats out of the bag so goddessdarn HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE, that even me' ole' buddy Senator Bernie Sanders will practically lose his mind. Yessir U go Bernie, U and I agree 100% on all political stuff, and no one is listening 2 us or realizes just what we R all fighting, do they oh great wonderful sir???????????????? WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, SIR RHM!!!!!
Folks; the odds that Mayor Rohr of Haddon Township who indeed wanted my mother as a play toy back in those days and times where I had just gotten out of the NJNPI psych place, and was put there 4 absolutely no good reason that in today's world would most certainly B actionable by law; was not related to the assistant-producer to the DARK SHADOWS TV SHOW'S CREATOR, SIR DANIEL CURTIS; would B in the neighborhood 2 hundreds 2 one against it. Yes lovely Harriet Rohr and the mayor of my then residing area of Haddon Township or WESTMONT, NJUSAESMWG, had 2B in the same close related family circle, as how else would COLLINWOOD have come 2B, as all that is missing in order 2 create the town next door 2 Haddon Township and Westmont, are the two letters, “GS”, as in SUPER-GIRL, inverted in antimatter direction no less. Yes, I speak of COLLINGSWOOD. Many times during the beginning of my Atlantic City nightmares, the super-girl concept is also all through this entire deal, but is all way 2 damn lengthy 4 getting into right now. If I were able 2 find and subpoena them into court, believe me folks that I indeed could produce half a dozen major witnesses 2 attest 2 all of these fantastic ass facts, YO BREEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! But I also need 2 first get into the major medical connections 2 it all as well, and without any dice going flying all over the monopoly boards after any cheated games, or any other dice, or transdimensional alterations, intentional or most certainly, NAUGHT LOVELY MIZZ 'AT&T' BLAKE, YO. U all know totally well that every time I phone or go 2 any kind of a doctor or do anything whatsoever that is medically related in even the tiniest way, my aerial persecution is tripled and I get all sorts of major death harassment's by this grouping of Spammenies, what and or whoever they all truly R. And what is endlessly connected into this same entire bloody mess, all U gwate wonderful awesome super-sleuths out there, YO? YEPPIR-YO, the throat specialist's place in Northeast Philadelphia just off of Interstate-95 and G—R—A—N—T AVENUE!!!! Whatever is happening here is naught recent, it is naught 4 decades old either. It all goes back THOUSANDS OF FUTHERMUCKING YEARS, AND MANY OF U KNOW THAT THIS ENTIRE NIGHTMARE TALE FROM HELL IS ALL 100% TOTALLY THE GODDESSDOG TRUTH (DOGTOWN)!!!!! Yes, all great transdimensional daughters the metaverse over YO, are these E-BAY wipers also 2 dern-dog tiny, YO, or R the dog-dern letters inside of those parenthesis just 2 big 4 crying out louder than 17 SPL bells??????????????????????????????????
THIS DAY IS A FUTHERMUCKING GODDESSDOG SUPER BOTBAR DAY, AS WELL AS BEING SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC. I will get a wee bit of revenge by beginning a newer and more updated for 15+ years later in time, REVENGE SYSTEM, and whose name is no longer the TODAY'S REVENGE SECRET (TRS) as it was back when these Mountainpen blogs were new and I was living at the address 2 later B Gmail addressed by a sound engineer employee of a second cousin 2 the world renown recording artist who we all know and love, Sir Ron Bonjovi and whose family name is not spelled this way but all fans use the spelling, and the name of this man is Anthony Bonjovi, who was a long time employee of the great motor city record company famous also the world over, “MOTOWN”. Today and in future blogging work texts, this will B known simply as MCOBRAW, pronounced as 'emcobraw', and shortened here 4, “MAJOR CAT OUT of the BAG REVENGE ARSENAL WEAPONRY”. We R now about 2 commence on this very late day, tonight, with emcobraw #1. B4-I do this folks, allow me 2 say that today's death siege on the mother ******* c*** chewing Mountainpen brought their evil diseased demonic sick and twisted stock market (DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES) up nearly three and one half hundred futhermucking points, beginning their 1st quarter of their business and Wall Street Satanic world in a powerfully positive magnetic percentage, as well as a powerfully positive MP for DJIA rallying in the new week and the new month which of course is normally the case with the starting of a brand new business annual-quarter. Still, they not only used ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY on me but they kicked in their double bubble bruiser assault with the MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE APPLIED TECH ON ME AS WELL or said better here, AGAINST ME! Simultaneously peeps, my MP4 BOTBAR 4 the new month of April has shot up from the first two days in the month being at a nice ZERO-MP4B, right up 2 a nasty rotten 33% as now it is one for three (1:3)! If they manage 2 make tomorrow go, it will then become a 50%-MP4B, 4 the pathetic poor and pitiful NON-RON, also known as (AKA) me, the Mountainpen, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!
Now B4 we get 2 the emcobraw 4 today, I will need 2 answer a nature callIOCARE as well as a non-spell-checker hell-wrecker CALL, that may B a CUBAN-HAVANA DEATH-STRIKE on my body and bowels by the diseased and demonic Spammenies. Well peeps out here, if I wasn't goddamn SUPER-BOTBAR B4, then I goddamn am right now. It's nearly an hour later and in the final minutes ticking down on the day here on the American east coast in Flowerland-USA, and this was absolutely and most futhermucking definitely a HAVANA DEATH WEAPON STRIKE ON ME. I did not make it 2 my toilet and had a horrible nightmare clean up job ahead of me after completing a monstrous unfathomably unconscionable diareah assault. I have now ingested a 'mega-dosage of Metamucil-Powder' to runt-phlegm-rape (compensate) for this illegal covert death strike on my pitiful sick old pathetic body from beings that R beyond sadistic, mentally ill, and soulless; but no name is currently existing anywhere at least in this English language that I am aware of, that would properly nor adequately begin 2 describe these monsters from DOGTOWN ITSELF (HELL)!!!!!!!!! Folks, unlike 1987-1993 when this MILITUFORCE OTAMMIC DEATH SIEGE WAS TRULY AT ITS ABSOLUTE FUTHERMUCKING WORST, YO; thank the gods and the goddesses, and of course Almighty zero-dimension (Ultimate Force) (Singularity) (GOD); that days as bad as April futhermucking 3rd in 2023 happen a wee bit infrequently and all commingled in-between a whole damn ass lot of other slightly less but yet, TOTALLY MISERABLE DAYS that indeed IPY people out there, many criminals locked away in prison don't often suffer as badly although they do deserve 2. In all good conscience, I could naught B an ADA in today's world. They have 2 effing know just how effed up their rotten damn CJS truly is, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey, let's not play dumb, all of U wonderful ADA's out there: The markets were merely a side benefit 4 this goddamn ass EVIL EMPIRE today, U know it and I know it, YO BRO. This hell perpetrated on me is all because of one horrible wicked man and was done by one horrible wicked man. Look at what happens with this criminal in less than 24 hours now, of course, he will get completely away with the charges as HE ALWAYS DOES, and he WILL BECOME THE 47th president of this sick evil empire. This is not a place that I choose 2 reside in, and I AM GETTING THE HELL OUT OF HERE, FAST-FAST-FAST, General Squire Trek Trilane, YO!!!!!!! Now that HALLS FAWCES have done their absolute and utmost best 2 block me from telling you the one thing that I feel compelled 2 tell 2U all right now, TODAY, 'here we gooooooooooooo', and without any of my old song lyrics behind Thisssssssssss, lovely Mizz Erica Snakesssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I may have only one genuine person who apparently does not hate my guts out there, and if only this 90's Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG-resident is out here and reading this and shares it with just a few of his pals who maybe just one or two has a ROKU-TV system, and does it B4 the enemies have time 2 alter things back 2 the way they were when I first began using this ROKU-TV system, then poof, more proof 2 keep spreading around that I am not nuts, nor making any of this damn ass junk up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We all know that I hate the very living guts of Mizz Fonda 4 what she did 2 me or allowed and enabled her hubby 2 do 2 me on one horrid night a lot like this one right now, only back in early spring time of 1993 at an Atlanta-Georgia-USA baseball park while my Phillies were playing her Braves, and her team managed 2 kick our butts all 2 dog stenches! I always attempt 2 compensate for ones-strings by looking at 5-strings, as 5 represents great and happy times which just about never ever happen 4 pathetic goddamn me, and 1 of course = BOTBAR and hellishness, what else???????????????? Many times when my ROKU goes into an ad-spot, a counter pops on the left upper screen and instantly says one minute eleven seconds, digitally, I refuse 2 even write out three one-digits. So as it continues counting down from there and 2 compensate 4 the cosmic or direct assault as I cannot know 4 sure nor accuse 4 sure; but when it reaches the 55 second mark, I must stare at it in order 2 get back at the 'negamagging' controlling elements against me, the made up Morianity word here in red print is simply a short-combo-bi-word for negative magnetics being created by outer forces surrounding me and my proximity. Some of U may call it “bad luck”, fine, I call it negamagging. What do peeps sometimes say, “6 in one, half a dozen in the other”? Well, same here, YO. Now when I first had my ROKU say about 4 the first month at the most, the counter ran normally, but, BUTTTTTTTTT, BUTTERCHEESE, and big-ass BUTT but folks; after a month or so, when this counter reaches the 55 second mark, it then goes instantly down to the 54, lasting at most a third of the full second of the time that it should B there. Folks, do UC yet just how goddamn ************************* %^*$@#$@)+$%@ ************* ************** ********************** ***** ********************** ********** bleepity bloopity important I must B2 this entire entertainment industry, and my Spammenies in general????????? Now is it really a far stretch that my distant family AKA the MACY CLUB is also directly involved in some wild and covert manner in my goddessdarn life, YO???????
Peeps, I am going 2B telling a lot of stuff, but in ways that I am able 2 say it without blog-removals, until I can get up on a WIX or other similar thing, and get a real larger Blogaudianship as well. I already made U wonder unless U-R completely f****** brain-dead, if powerful Mayor Rohr of Haddon Township, NJUSAESMWG which includes WESTMONT, and who was absolutely infatuated with my mother the same way RD was infatuated with Brad's lovely hot mom, Mizz Grace Messenger who was only 32 or so at the time, as she had Brad and his older brother at an age right about, oops, those sensors. Good ole' 1969 and prophesying horrible bad stuff happening to me, YO folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey, the entertainment world has been following me and screwing with me 4 reasons that R only explainable via great new age 90's author, Sir Carlos Castaneda and his great books on dream-gating. The anti-pollution ad-spot with the pigs on the beach cannot B explained in any other way, nor can the endless futhermucking parallels between Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr and the greatest soap show of all time on television, “DARK SHADOWS”. There is no other way 2C all of this, and I know that some of U out there at least, KNOW THIS NOW, and until I can grow this blog on WIX someday soon, I AM ONE SCREWD DUDE who may sometimes speak crude and lewd, but if U had 2B me, of this life U would flee. I'll leave U with this new short lyric, me' gwate fwolks out there, but guess what, my scum hole enemy just made a music file pop up on my PC while typing that lyric in 4 all of U, so someone is ticked off at this futhermucking whittle bwog, peeps!
HEY WORLD, SIR DAVE ROTH SAID IT ALL, AND YES ANOTHER ONE OF HIS MIGHTY FAMOUS EXPRESSIONS. “WHEN IT RAINS IT POORS”. WELL, IT SURE DOES 4 THE FUTHERMUCKING PITIFUL MISTER MOUNTAINPEN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!
I AM UNDER ANOTHER VERY HEAVY DEATH SIEGE TODAY. From almost the moment that I left 2 go on my daily errands, shopping and the bank, I have a nasty futhermucking private loud airplane dogging and illegally stalking me, and it has persisted upon my returning back 2 my residence of quiet waters, as I call the joint by a codename, just as the alpha-soup agencies in America love 2 codename their projects and even their non-Tommy's, AKA registered operatives or as Morianity refers 2 them as, “ROWE's”. In addition 2 this, I hopefully don't have a situation here where I live, but I will know more when I pay me' 'whittle went' tomorrow, Mister Fwudddd oh-sir, and can discuss it with me' landlord, Sir MP. Don't confuse him with me' Miami-Hollywood, Fl-USA-pal, Sir MP (Mike Patterson) by the way, as they both do indeed have the People's Magazine initials, only in an inverted way, but they R naught, lovely Mizz AT&T Blake of 1983, the same person. Weird twinallity situations in numerous ways does appear 2 endlessly surround my life and indeed numerous twins actually exist within my extended family system, still, these R completely different folks. In any event, I will clear up something with MP concerning a possible problem here, on top of numerous other 'woe-whiz-me' nightmare problems, and between all of this plus super nasty futhermucking aerial harassment and persecution all day now, I AM HOLDING AT A BOTBUR, naught a BOTBAR, but it is getting there, and QUITE FUTHERMUCKING QUICKLY FOLKS, may I add!!!!! Let us bring MAGNESONIC online now 2 try and 'runt phlegm rape' 4 my negative hellishness of the day or Dejour 4 lovely Mizz Latengrate Antoinette Rabil of New Jersey, and assistant special education teacher at Cooley Hall, under both Mister Smith as well as Misses Young, from 1970 through 1972. AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA Sir Mike McNulty and Mizz Amanda Harris.
AND THAT'S JUST FUTHERMUCKING REALITY, SON!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
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 Monday, and this 3rd day in April, of the year of 2023, striking me all day long with very heavy sky and air persecution that all pertains 2 my hellish nightmare being done 2 me by horrendous devils from hell in human flesh, & using the astrally-forbidden tool of intentionally created parallel event 2 wipe out my entire life; 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, G-9173, under G-1133, CG-18, AND
S--------T--------O--------P.
Oh baby-baby-baby, somebody out here thinks that destroying my entire stick licking life is real funny, WORLD COURT AT THE GODDESSDOG HAGUE. U need 2 allow me 2 bring this 2 trial or 'tribunal' or whatever name and label that U may wish 2 assign 2 all of thissssssssssssssssssssss rotten unfathomable and totally unconscionable nightmare from straight beyond the gates of DOGTOWN itself, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
In 1969, I shared a powerful item with my best pal at those times, Mister Brad Messenger, only neither of us were quite mister's yet, I was 14 and he was 13 in Earth physical years of age and time. I tried telling him how we can all C from the center of our beingness, or what in those 'hippie-times' was more commonly referred 2 as 'cosmic-mind' and 'cosmic consciousness'. In order 2 accomplish this feat, no HUUUUUGE deal needs 2B made, such as learning somewhat bizarre and unusual and concentration taking mind exercises such as using the 'Hollister-Fascitar'. Rather peeps, one needs 2 simply become aware of something that is a lot like becoming aware of our bodily autonomic functions that in everyday life we all simply ignore, such as our continuous breathing processes. When we close our eyes, whether we R in a darkened or illuminated room or area, once we realize it on a consciously aware level of our thoughts, we begin noticing numerous dots. When we open our eyes, and again whether it B totally pitch black dark or brilliantly lit up somewhere or anywhere in-between; we R able once aware of this thing, as well as how 2 simply make it happen, 2 project those multiple tiny dots out as far as the skies. Indeed they appear 2B everywhere and all over the place now. 4 ten or twenty minutes somewhere, Brad told me I am totally crazy, as he could not see the dots. However, in a sudden marvelous revelation, and 2 quote the great super talented world famous chef, “Emeril', “BAM”, he suddenly was aware, or as psychics and mystics all love 2 say and call this particular event of awakening, he had then 'reached the simple enlightenment and realization of truth'. At this point, many things can B added here 2 all of this, but the point in question 4 right now, is that only after we learn to crawl, can we now begin working on the skill of upright walking. Only after we master walking can we begin 2 try and learn the art of running. Does this now mean that we can take this same concept and somehow begin learning 2 do even other wilder stuff, such as even flying around? On my WIX and or other whatever blog sites of the future, and when peeps begin 2 appreciate me and my words a wee bit more, welllllll, Mister non-crooked Nixon sir; I will get into stuff so damn dog darling HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE oh mighty and wonderful and illustrious Senator Bernie Sanders Sir that it will go far beyond a simply TMMB-1969 peeps, and yes, IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dig up ole' pool-Roy if U wish 2 doubt these powerhouse claims being made, OH WORLD!
I will B getting into stuff that no one has a small clue yet what it all is and how it all connects up, as only recently have I begun 2C how the entire mess is all unraveling into some gigantic nightmare reality that dwarfs any SYFY writers worst nightmares of WWIII holocausts or even Biblical retribution at its absolute worst, and on steroids. Everything that I'll say and do will B within the constraints of the law. I plan to break NO LAWS, NOT NOW, NOT EVER, hey YO, I know perfectly well mister RMN sir, that I have way 2 many goddessdog enemies just waiting in the stage-wings 2 grab me and pull me straight into freaking prison should I ever do something completely foolish as that. But there R ways 2 get stuff out onto the public forum that will and absolutely can alter this entire planet's course and evolution, as this is within the permitted constraints of anyone in the presently existing Huntington family, for complicated reasons that would take a year 2 attempt getting into on a blog. Never count out the great COOLEY HALL and its magical STRING OF EDUCATORS. Misses Marola was the first, and the most major and greatest one of all. But there were many more of them as well. Marola, Marcucci, Smith, Young, Ciprionni, Thomas, Faulk, Raynor, Mackey, Ciancio, Weinke 'pronounced as' Venka, Sanderson, and even the beyond hot and lovely 'Mizz Blackboard Message' and yes, whose name is most definitely being intentionally MIND HACKED AWAY FROM THE MOUNTAINPEN right now 4 reasons that I cannot fully comprehend but when this indeed does get done 2 me, we all can know 4 absolute certainty that THERE IS INDEED A MAJOR REASON for the Spammenies 2B doing this 2 me, YO BRRRRRR!!! My earlier blogs from back at the MMM-lot 10 trailer in Mullica Township in NJUSAESMWG where I resided from Halloween Day in 2000 right up through middle late summer time in 2008 when I left 2 move in with the mighty biblical KING FAMILY OF MIND BOGGLING VENTNOR-WASHCLOTHS & MURDERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I don't freaking dare get into stuff that began just after I got up 4 the day and went out 4 a few grocery items at my Publix Grocery Store and then 2 my bank so as 2 pull out me' rent money for Sir-MP-non-”G-R-A-N-T”. Yet the connections 2 what I just typed in R indeed beyond wild and weird times fifty 2 the fifth power and then some. It pertains right down 2 the tee and totally on legal-point, with the Daniels-Prophecy nightmare that happened around the time of late 2021 after my brakes on my vehicle had been screwed with upon my leaving the eye institute. Something about MEDICAL STUFF, and yes, holidays 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is a subject all by itself, YO!!!!!!!!
2 QUOTE A LOVELY SAVANT NAMED KATY, IN 2007, “THE END”
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SOME MAY WONDER, AND ME INCLUDED; JUST---Y IS ANOTHER SITE UP THERE WHEN WE GO 2 THE LINK THAT I POST 4 MISTER HARNER. IN THIS HUUUUUUUGE WORLD FOLKS, I SUPPOSE THAT THERE R NOW OTHER GUYS WITH THIS NAME & DOING MUSICAL STUFF. THAT IS QUITE EASILY BELIEVABLE, YO. IN ANY EVENT, GOOGLE UP THIS EXACT WORDING:
Billy Harner 2000 Summer of Love, and other things like this will pop up 4U, great peeps! I PAID 4 THE ENTIRE PROJECT, AND STUDIO PARK EXISTED ONLY AFTER I CREATED IT BACK IN 1994 FIRST, WITH MY “TPB” BOOK. I swear this is truth under full legal pains of perjury and libel and anything else. I of course wish Billy only the best, just as I do all other peeps who love 2 hate me and forget me, after I did so much 4 them.
On my most recent blogs, I only start 2 get into SARAH-connected stuff such as my dad and Sir Pete Hasse from WFIL top 40 music radio station in Philadelphia in 1973. FM radio had not taken over the music market until around middle decade a wee bit later on folks. Only those WHO WANT 2 THINK AND BELIEVE that all of this is delusional fantasy on the part of the Mountainpen will do so, others of more honesty and rational truth abiding folks, know now that I am naught one bit delusional or mentally ill. This is naught some made up tale. It is an honest HELL ON EARTH REALITY, that 99.99999 percent of the rest of U out there wouldn't B able 2 keep your sanity with for one month let alone nearly 4 decades now. I say that only in humility, and hopefully 2 get some pity someday, from a few!!!!!
I am under an extremely large DEATH-ANGEL ATTACK today, and many days R indeed like this, endless buzzing on one side of me or the other side. Some of UR also experiencing this visitation from Mortimer Mortino, but U do not give it a thought, and it rarely goes on and on even when U may indeed experience a really severe one, and I know that peeps do indeed have these events in their lives; and it merely is naught sociologically acceptable 2 discuss it. It is no different than the topic of sex and really raunchy discussions taking place around lots of younger peeps. Certain things have become something that simply put, is NOT EVER DONE. This is one of those. It's taken me a wee bit longer than many others 2 learn this lesson in sufficient quantity 4 avoiding a lot of problems, but I 4 the most part have learned it is easier 2 go along with society here at least 4 the most part and when I can. My blogging is one of my exceptions however!
Most of the time there R good reasons 4 the increasing DEATH ANGEL, and today is no exception. Another bad day in the skies and the direct result that it causes me with both mental and physical assaults on my body is usually a direct cause of this increasing activity around me with Sir Mortimer. After the Covid-19 deal got underway in middle and late spring time in 2020, this is when an absurdly increased amount of this activity began 2 happen around me, and it still has not ever really lessened. Today there R a lot of poison-chemtrails all over my residence, and this began on Friday and was backed off a wee bit yesterday and now is right back again. Allow me 2 continue my major revenge of telling things 2 all of U, and remember it most likely will B that B4 this following business week draws 2 a conclusion, my blogs will resume in quantity 2 where they were last year when they resumed back up again after a quarter-decade-sabbatical. There will only B two or three per week, total, since my view count dropped and refuses 2 pick up again and this has now gone on 4 a solid futhermucking ten days now. I refuse 2B anyone's fool and so if UR not interested in my words, then fine, there simply will B less of them. Eventually, I know that I can pay 2 have this blog marketed more successfully to peeps who R known 2B hard core conspiracy theorists and those interested in all and any type of supernatural items. I have been averaging only 60 daily hits and B4 10 days ago, it was about double this amount 4 a long while. Either the MACY CLUB is my entire viewership or else a lot more is happening beyond what the Mountainpen can begin 2 fathom here, but in any case, I refuse 2 keep going with this if no one is interested in reading my incredible goddessdog story, straight out from the very GATES OF DOGTOWN ITSELF 4 crying out louder than the anti-matter-dead!
Now I said that there was an opinion on my part as 2Y the great TV-SHOW of the 1960's called, “DARK SHADOWS”, no longer seemed 2 have its FIRST SEASON available, at least on the DVD BOX SET OFFERS, or even in many of the box-choices on non-channel services such as my ROKU-TV service, and I speak of the opening year of this show, 1966 through 1967. Until 24 hours ago or so, this was an entirely different opinion that I now hold concerning this, and the one now is along a much more as U all might see things, “paranoid viewpoint”, as opposed 2 what is heard on the interviews of the library-rented box-set 'DS' video discs. I have now watched the first 33 episodes of the show and realize that I had originally begun 2 watch this around this time somewhere, in fact, I think it was the very one that followed the 21st episode and that conversation at the Collinwood dining room table between the 2 super-lovelies, Victoria Winters and Carolyn Stoddard, where the words spoken by Vicky 2 Carolyn went along the lines of, she was just thinking about the meaning of life, and death. Then I went onto tie in the first part of her sentence with stuff happening three decades later on in the 1990's, and then from there, more currently from only months ago back last year sometime in 2023. What I was originally going 2 add in here folks, was that all the interviews were saying things along the lines of the first season being dull and boring and only when the vampire was brought into the show did it heat up and get really good and even that they were going 2B a canceled out television show without the major change when Mister Frid entered the show as the 18 decade old vampire. First off, I completely, fully, strongly, vehemently, and wholeheartedly disagree. I think the show was marvelous, JUST AS IT WAS. In fact, if things had never switched into the supernatural curve of it in the 2nd season, I would have really enjoyed that DARK SHADOWS TV-show. Also, a lot of stuff makes very little sense 2 me based on many things that remember folks, I worked in the entertainment bizz for nearly 2 years back as a young man in his early twenties, and there R many unexplainable things in my mind that R going on here. First, thunder the first year of the show sounded real and very nice, and then after the change, it sounded more weird and totally unnatural almost like a lot of hollow blocks being dropped from a high cliff. Also the only scenes that show the dining room are in that first season and peeps do eat U know, so Y stop showing a perfectly natural and normal activity? I honestly go on here but won't because my true point is just 2 much larger and needs now B addressed with my Blogaudians, whoever most of them truly R. B4-I begin with this and it is totally connected of course; when we use what Mountainpen and Morianity calls the “SAFET”, things behind these strange invisible walls in cosmos begin 2B set into play that no one will ever truly understand without experiencing it and seeing it happen literally B4 their own eyes right in their own lives. I speak of how COSMOS is actually and honestly designed in a quantum flux that is no different than a computer software program. When we begin an earnest and true quest 2 find out about something, anything at all; if it is genuinely sincere and UR in a really strong desire 2 learn and find out about a particular something; that something now acts like an antenna trying 2 pull down a signal, and the signal is THAT THING BEING SEARCHED 4. UR literally taking a 40 foot tall piece of metal in your hand and during a gigantic thunderstorm U then R pointing it straight up into the air. It really honestly is working in just this way, I have seen this in life and have experienced this 4 decades now, it is real, and it is naught some damn delusion. Also it is no delusion that right now one minute ago at 6:24, some weird program popped up on my computer 4 absolutely no good reason, annoying me while trying 2 type and tell this all 2U, YO! And no, it had nothing whatsoever 2 do with my routine scans made by the activated McAfee to check stuff 4 updates, this was an entirely other stupid weird hack. I know 4 total ducking positive-sure that a keyworm black hat system is connected 2 this machine and that just yesterday while typing here, some prick from miles away was able 2 watch my PC keystroke by keystroke, and then with their keyboard, hit a close prompt that is not visible on my system, and then POW, my system shuts down just as if I had frikkin' hit that prompt. But let us get back now on pernt, Sir Bunkerqueens, shall we? First, and U will all C the tie in as I begin now, 2 what I said concerning the cosmos instantly answering our serious queries right back, and especially once we R indeed onto the operation in a really conscious-fully-awake way, such as the Mountainpen is. I said in recent blogging that I was watching some other soap and then stopped watching the ABC NETWORK 4 a while and later happened 2 tune it in one day in middle late July of 1966 somewhere, and then began watching the new soap on Channel 6 called, DARK SHADOWS. Channel 6 of Philadelphia B4 decades later on changing 2 call letters of WPVI, had the call letters of WFIL-TV. Every day at 3:30 in the afternoon, the automatic announcement came on right B4 the beginning of the show, and it would say, and I remember this as clearly as if it happened ten damn minutes ago folks; “WFIL-TV-Philadelphia”, then two seconds after that came the SARAH MUSIC, and I will get into this as well, either today or shortly down the road. I never steal music, but those around me kept insisting on changing my originally written notes on May 12, 1996 on my song “SARAH”, into the opening DARK SHADOWS notes, they upped those first two notes by two full tones, making up a quick example on any key, mine went C-A, and they all insisted for unknown HALLS FAWCES reasons to alter it into E-C. This is the way that the DS show opened up when the great Atlantic Ocean was being shown. It gets a lot better than thissssssss, lovely Erica Snakes, so this is naught even the beginning 2 things. It WAS NAUGHT some soap show that I used 2B viewing B4 DARK SHADOWS, it was, get this and get THAT peeps, along with all great transdimensional governors and daughters out there from Stone Harbor ocean-fishing jetties 2 neighboring seashore communities called AVALON; I was watching POPEYE THEATRE, U know, the show hosted by MIZZ SALLY STARR, who I came 2 know and become great friends with from 1988-2001, meeting her through my STUDIO PARK RECORDS BUSINESS PARTNER, MISTER PAUL EVANS PEDERSEN, no less. As a result of this and about a couple years after it all began, the great 2000 BH project was done, I know, I paid 4 the whole thing, Broadcast Music Incorporated, no one else put up a thin dime. Ole' 1997 Tandy credit slinger Mountainpen, YO, he financed it. This is Y the title of 'executive producer' was given 2 me. The entire entertainment industry knows how this works, as they all do this exact same thing. Sally Starr used 2 play my country music version of SARAH on her radio program on Sunday's. Cuzz Donnie loves 2 remind me in nightmares, or his doppelganger does, how I can't call him a law breaker after some of the stuff that I pulled, and I suppose the dude has a point. Luckily, all statutes of limitations have all come and gone on my junk, hopefully even including the stuff that we can leave details for WIX-BLOGS, as this bland blog needs 2 remain careful of being censored. Incest and all kinds of other crimes R bad enough, and then when it involves name recognized folks, this is when that censor most likely would kick in, so let me get back 2 other things, such as Sally, Sarah, and Billy, and yes, if anyone cannot take the dates of all this, and put together how family was indeed all a part of everything, well; I feel sorry 4U and do not ever apply 4 a job as a private investigator, as that is my best advice 2U. So 'Popeye Theatre' was the TV show that Mizz Sally Starr did when I was a boy in the middle sixties, and then as a grown man, she was still in the entertainment bizz and had her own radio show, at a non Connie Rubarosa Vineland, New Jersey-USA small station that mostly played a lot of older hit music and had weekend spots 4 shows, and also played my SARAH song a few times. The BMI union knows all of this, and I will B contacting them with an e-mail message 2 have them check 2C if a large amount of sales has occurred on E-BAY and or other internet sales outlets with my project BH-2000-SOL. I spent 5 grand recording this project, at least 5 grand on CD manufacturing at a famous Pennsauken, NJUSAESMWG place called Discmakers, and hey, I ain't some piker here, but this has been hit close to 2,000,000 times, and if 10,000 order-buys have been resulted, I think I should B getting my royalties just as I collected 20 years ago, royalties from MUZAK plays and other sources, from the great awesome BMI music union. There R2 unions in the music bizz folks, ASCAP & BMI, I was with the BMI. If a few hundred were bought, I don't care, but what if 10 or 20 thousand have been bought. Don't I get a dime or so on each 4 a writer royalty, 10% of this project is copyrighted as MY OWN TUNE, “SARAH”, as the whole darn world knows? Give me a 'BRAAAAAAKE', willya' Cuzz Donnie-boy? Say hi to my kid next week, cuzz, & LOL in court, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Folks, the reason the DS show's 1st season is hard 2 find is all due to its connections with the Mountainpen. Just from watching the first month and a wee bit into the 2nd month of these original TV shows, I now believe the guy who was infatuated with my mother just as Mister Dangerfield was with my pal Brad's mom back in 1969, only this was in 1966, and he was a powerful person in the local area and mayor of the town, Mayor Rohr, was closely related 2 a DARK SHADOWS television writer, the lovely Mizz Harriet. This is how they all came 2 learn so many things about my mom's pop's pal Mister Artist-Tate MacKenzie, and zillions of other things, numbers, birth-dates, addresses, the whole darn electrical-27 feet. Hey, I can B wrong, but I do know that the surname of “ROHR” is even less common place as my surname of “MOHR”, yet Sir Jay is my 5th cousin three times removed from my dad's mom's peeps back in Ohio a century or more back into time. I may have turned into the Barnabas character on the show, but I obviously originally began as little screwed up David Collins, played by child-actor, Sir David Henesy. When the show began, I had just been released from that horrible nightmare psych institution, the NJNPI in Princeton, NJUSAESMWG, and was only 2 years older, and I was indeed a lot like little David, only I never became a volleyball player, did I great AI-censors? That Macy Club is beyond super dangerous, and I am scared 2 death of both of these peeps, world, and I ain't one damn bit ashamed 2 admit it 2 anyone of U, YO YO YO YO YO!!!! Not one dog damn bit, great 1986 Admiral Whalespock Humperpuke moment, SIR!!!!!!!
So far today it has been one dirtbag on a motorbike, a whole damn lot of poisonous chemtrails all over the damn place, and the physical as well as mental effects of those sky-poisons, peeps. I do not feel that great, both physically as well as my general mood and basic life attitude and constitution, and if an extensive study is done on the topic of these nasty SPACEFORCE SKY WRITERS of the once Donna Summer music albums of late 1989 Mystical Club of Dogtown-Briggbase origins; even doubters and professional skeptics and unbelievers will have 2 wonder about so many things such as all of the new mental and physical abnormalities that came onto the scene at the precise time that I caused this phenomenon 2 first happen in the end of the year of 1987 after making a complaint telephone call about them in the distance one day, from my guard post at the American Honda plant in the Mount Laurel Industrial Park on Gaither Drive, and instantly they came right at me after that very day, making it totally and fully a RASPBERRY DREAMS DEAL of the near future from that date, U know, “impossible 2 ignore”. On top of all of this rotten diseased horse puke folks, the weather in Florida as always, is hot and miserable, at least by the standards of the Mountainpen, YO YO YO YO ME' BRO!!!
Every night this year in small varying degrees, it is nightmare frikkin' city for the poor and pitiful NON-RON Mountainpen as well, last night or today until my awakening being absolutely no futhermucking damn ass exception, BRAHHHH!!!! Last night I was in my bank withdrawing my April rent money, which I will B doing shortly, 2 pay me' landlord; who seemingly may know a whole lot about the Shirley-Labs of 1984, or else it is just some WEIN-HUUUUUUUUUUUGE trick by the mighty futhermucking HALLS FAWCES, 2 simply make me think that somehow my tale from Dogtown has become known county wide. All the peeps here R not into blogs so they R naught reading me on the net, I assure U, oh wonderful and totally illustrious Blogaudians out there, YO YO YO, BRRRRRR!!!!!!! So back now 2 my nightmare, or the last one in a much larger series of a bunch of Dogtownish junk on pure enhanced steroids 4 crying out much louder than a 5K-W Crown musical amplifier could ever B able 2 play, even at fully opened up control and into 4 gigantic audio-stage monitors!!!!!!!!!! WOW-2-THAT-1, Mister Macy. I am waiting 4 the teller at my bank in this nightmare, 2 hand me the cash so my rent could B paid 2 Mister MP, and I wrote the check out 4 cash and 2 the tune of seven and a half bills as always, and the teller starts handing me seven one dollar bills and then grabs two quarters. I remember almost dying of a frikkin' heart attack standing there at my bank. All night, every night, it is one horrendous futhermucking nightmare after another without let up. I KNOW THAT THERE IS A REAL POWER-HOUSE TRANSDIMENSIONAL EFFECT going on between my waking life and my nightmarish sleeping life, and it has been worse in this demonic '23' year than I've seen it 'EVER EVER EVER', Mister Star-Trek-Trilane, oh U awesome and illustrious 900 light year scanner, sir!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
You really have 2 love and adore me' wonderful and wuvwee Spammenies, right Mizz Attorney General AM, and great astute Sheriff KJM??????????????????
The death angel is annoying as mother flagging all darn mitt lately, on my left side, on my right side. What is this Mister Weldon Criminal Saunders??? Old credit slinging Mountainpen, huh Tandy company-1997? There are a lot of great Paula's out there, and great and dangerous clever curly NASA-GIRLS, and even Driver-Jackson of the mighty McDonald Douglas Company knows that much about me and my trucking darn-butt secrets from (Dogtown) HELL!
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1988, yes world, this was a real YEAR FROM HELL!!!!!
I remember it. I also remembered it unconsciously as a man of thirty. If for any reason, she ever remembers even a spark of any of this while here in any of her jacked in lives, and uses this pass-code for her computer, (eighteenclevergirls) without the parenthesis, or three identities inside of six dimensions; or as Magnesonic/Keyboards From Petahell uses it as CG-18, with or without any help at all from lovely 12 year old Queen Elizabeth, and wow few know how gorgeous our great queen was back then; but yes, great 1984 © Office, this is WHAT IS WRONG, as well as Jim Burr telling me about Zwonko and his wild inventions, and then on top of the list, when he told me that something in my family was after me, and trying to do me in, back in the beginning of 1974, and even in the end of 1973, just months after my graduation from the PC Institute, and became so PC ahead of my time, and without a single candle, Gene Roddenberry. Now that's 'sayin' something', is it not; rock star Billy Harner??????????? http://www.billyharner.com/ WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
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Taking something said at the very beginning of the Morianity Old Testament on cassette tape, from 1995; I told how confusing ones enemies is probably equal to any number of nuke weaponry that one might use instead, and it would be so much messier for the entire world with those things all going off. Never ever mother mucking underestimate THE POWER OF CONFUSING AN ENEMY. I have been on the wrong and totally trucking nitty end of that stick since I walked out of the great powerful non lion-tiger-bear-Dorothy-twisters COOLEY WORMHOLE HALL OF KINGS HIGHWAY IN HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY, oh MISS AT&T BLAKE OF 1983, ELEVEN YEARS BEFORE I EVER CAME TO KNOW YOU AND DISCUSS MY WOES WITH YOU OVER A TELEPHONE!!!!!!!!!!!! Sam Trinidad Julie White Central Park Taxicabs all notwithstanding here great people, and all wild wide angle turns of new age school buses; remember this powerful item about confusion. It is how I am kept so far off course for numerous mother ducking decades now, President Obama my old buddy here in 'Bearhugsville, Florida, USA' Pizza-Shops!!! YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP AND YIPPIR FOLKS; this is going to get very ugly and very hairy. Miss Blake, if you have not retired from AT&T and have made a career out of your job there since I knew you from the year of 1983; well, listen up, should U be by some remote chance, also reading along here. Lions, tigers, bears, or double tigers, all notwithstanding; Miss Blake was the lady in 1983 at the AT&T Annoyance Caller Bureau, in New Jersey. For over 70 times, one of my creditors from Illinois, where Paula Somnambulist Kings' folks all hail from in her true name-identity; and this creditor calls me and a young voice speaks and says, “YIP”. There are no rocks of Gibraltar or Prudential any longer, Mister Robert Riches. I thought that maybe, just runt eating mucking maybe, some few things would remain stable like nuclear half life times. Then it hit me like a ton of loose trucking goose farts, cubed and damn-ass Cuban. Even these items can be extremely long times as well as extremely short times, as anyone knows only too well who works inside laboratories of particle accelerators (atomic-collider's) or whatever, Bob Andrews, old 1975 pal! So what are you up to these days, Mister Russell Deflavia??????? JESUS CHRISTMAS CRAP!!!!! My bunt eating rotten nabes from hell are really slamming all day today, Attorney General Bondi, YO, even if you don't care one little darn butt bit about my rights!!! Mountainpen; you R naught, speaking so much here of Mizz Blake; even clued in one percent on how bad your family from DOGTOWN-BRIGGBASE plans 2 make U in less than a half decade from right here, and I wish I could use some I-CHING that did naught have transdimensional effects, so as 2B able 2 stop this from happening 2U, only does this naught seem like some 1969 summer time song lyrics that U wrote back there in WESTMONT, NJUSAESMWG, AND IN APARTMENT #125-A, oh U pathetic poor pitiful guy? Yes great peeps, indeed there is an organized mother trucking group that lives right here in this world, and has nothing to do with the Exploratronic Supermind Society. They have been after me ever since I was a child, and my family is indeed, just as mucking quirk off James T. Burr said a long time ago, the reason for my suffering and endless mother mucking whopping ass torment!!!!! Between slit that my father did, knit that my mother did, and MITT THAT I MOTHER MUCKING DID ALSO; none of us need to be experts in mother ducking baseball, to count to STRIKE-3, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!! 'Whaaaaa-ha-aha-aha-aha', MMCN!!!
POWER, HUH CAPTAIN SHATNER TIBERIUS???
ALL CUTE LITTLE SAVANTS KNOW; ''THE END''
HOWEVER, IT AIN'T THE END, AS NOTHING ENDS!!!!!!
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Something seems 2 end and yet is only in a cycle that is all destined 2 merely become a brand new frikkin' beginning. This is a truth that is built into Lawtronics.
As you know, Sheriff sir, the stock market opened up and went down, way mother mucking down. Then the SPACEFORCE ENEMIES mother ducking poured it on me all golly-dog shmucking afternoon. The illegal people up here on my floor slammed louder than I ever heard them since the new doors were put in. They have to be breaking the PHA property, and you or someone really should be investigating this mother trucking shullbit, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now after all of this death-neighborhood siege had been done to me, the Dow Jones stock markets went back up. They still were down on the day, but they recovered from being down 400 points to only around one and three quarters hundred down. This is of course always accomplished on my pathetic trucking back, AND IT ISN'T MOTHER MUCKING FAIR, OR LEGAL; SHERIFF, AND FLORIDA-AG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE ALL KNOW THAT THIS IS NOT MOTHER 'TRUCKING' LEGAL!!!!!!!!!!! But wait a couple years and watch the entire system fall apart once CUZZ TRUMPIE takes over our pitiful nation!!!!!!!!!!
Dennis Snyder; you had a truck mucking load of great wisdom, and these blogs commend you for it. I'd never ever think in my widest dreams of trying to take that away from you, old ex-pal from up there in nice BRRRRRR-COLD NO JOYSEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAA! Briggbase people are impossible to ever know, and you think you're so smart up there too, huh Ann ducking butt-hole King???? You can have all of those dirt ball count slapping people. Your family, your friends; you all impress ducking runt butt me as far as puke blowing in a smart-storm at light speed cubed, Cuba-Cuban, and then re-squared again, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!
IT SEEMS THAT I HAVE BEEN SHOUTING OUT ME' TALES OF WOES FOR A VERY LONG-LING TIME!
And it also seems at least 2 me that an awful lot of stuff is up now that proves one thing if nothing frikkin' else at all, YO peeps. Remember also that I did naught make up the famous slogan we all hear throughout our lives, it never seems 2 go out of trucking style, U know, “Where there's smoke, there's FIRE!”Y would Disney B searching my stuff, and remember that my now X-son in law worked 4 them and still most likely does, as all of U know, I have no interest whatsoever in the entertainment industry, and I try me' utmost best NAUGHT 2 FOLLOW THEIR JUNK, NAUGHT EVER if I can help it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and WOW WOW WOW STACEY-MACY-NIGH NIGH AND SPELLCHECKER SEEMS 2B ON TOP OF IT AS WELL, U KNOW, I TYPE IN NIGHtmares AND HIT AN ENTER KEY as the system sort of 'back-door' indicates 4 me 2 do, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
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To this I will give you my little personal opinion, to which I too am totally entitled to, Mizz Mashell RPL Daniels of 1980, and that is “SHULLBIT” ON ALL OF YOU, CUBED, AND CUBAN, AND THEN RE-SQUARED”!!!!!!!!!!!!! Up in 2022, some of your wild suspicions of good ole' 1980 Mashell naught only came 'twue' YO and 'TWUE-BWUE TOO' lovely Mizz Amy Cooley-1972, and after U broke my arm that day but yes girl; the place where U will B moving 2 in a half decade or so Sir Mountainpen will indeed alter significantly just as your whittle dream-prophecy with Mashell's family predicted in your wild residential nightmare of all lost items including old world cassette tapes, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!! Their was a logical reason 4 the prophecy that came true and that U will also find out about in several years, as will the entire Planet Earth, and it will B called, a global pandemic, AKA Covid-19!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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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 it 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!
I need all of the compensating positive-magnetics (AKA GOOD LUCK) by mortals of the Earth-Planet, that I can goddessdog futhermucking get, fwolks out there, YO!!!!!
Oh beautiful lovely giant Gina from those nineteen-nineties times back in New Jersey, yes girl, I TOLD YOU ABOUT PARALLEL EVENT AND THE EVIL EMPIRE, AND I AS ALWAYS AND FOREVER SINCE 1986, AM RIGHT-RIGHT-RIGHT-RIGHT. Flyers WIN AND WIN AND WIN AND WIN. PHILLIES LOSE AND LOSE AND LOSE AND LOSE. THE DOW JONES STOCK MARKET RACES UP AND UP AND UP AND UP. And what is needed 4 the mother ******* Spammenies 2 accomplish this whittle invisible rock chucking deadly miracle or at least deadly 4 poor pitiful NON-RON Mountainpen? Well, performing and perpetrating an endless ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY against the poor old helpless defenseless futhermucking slob, me, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, MO-BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes sir great fwolks out there as well as all U goddessdog 'silwee whaaaabbits', Elmer Fwuuuuds, and Mister Rossmoor Metsker guys out there who need 2 endlessly tell everyone just who the Dogtown they R, right Mister Roth Latengrate of northeast Philadelphia??????????? I have said this since my blogs began on the early parts of the month of January in the year of 2006, and now again shall reiterate it as I will until this is someday futhermucking halted or I am placed physically into my slit eating bunt tapping tomb peeps!!!!!!!!!!!! Just as long as 'they' can endlessly get scott sucking away with injuring and destroying my life and me absolutely covertly and with complete impunity using this ICPE-APE-TECH, this will B a major preponderantly FULL EVIL EMPIRE, ONE AFTER ANOTHER; FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL, FULL EVIL!!!!!!!!!!!
SOOOOOOOO, a big fat mother F****** U, WORLD!!!!!!!!!
As U all know totally and completely well out there, my life 4 the past month of futhermucking MARCH-2023 has been like the rest of this evil demonic '23' year of devil numeration 2 divided by 3 or point oh 666666666666666666 forever and ever and ever!!!!!!!!!!! It all speaks 4 itself. I have nothing whatsoever 2 prove now 2 anyone of U out there, as if 17+ years of endless proofs ain't enough 4 some of U YO, welllllll then Mister Milhouse Richie Sir-N-Pres and anyone else; then that is TOUGH UNCLE FAMILY BEANS 4U, ME, AND THE WHOLE DAMN ASS METAVERSE 2 BOOT!!!!!!!!!!!
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO in reiteration here Chester-WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and anyone of Sheila Funnies Franklin else out there; allow this quick whittle CAPPING-copy of reiteration, YO BRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!
I plan on opening this up with a small wee bit of necessary information that pertains 2 what I jokingly have called for at least a decade now, and perhaps longer than this; the “MACY-CLUB”. I do it for one main reason. Two of those three persons on those old early millennium television commercials come often 2 me in my dreams, and back in days and times where flat out put here, I just never was thinking of these peeps in my daily waking routine, naught even in the slightest amount. Dreaming persistently about peeps who we R naught consciously dwelling on nor thinking of in even the smallest amounts, signifies a whole lot more stuff in absolute reality than what the psychiatric so-called experts tell us is behind the phenomenon. Also, I don't think of those two distant family-parts any more than ever in recent times even when large things R going on with them, yet during times where these large things happen 2 them, such as my daughter's projects or plans as well as Trump's political activities and successes, causes mind bendingly powerful intense and vivid nightmares and almost on a regular basis 4 months at a time. The real reason is naught them causing it 2 happen 2 me either, any more than any so-called psych-junk written of in scientific journals such as the Diagnostic Statistical Manuel (DSM). It is all about the Biblical and Morianity teachings of dreams and prophecies and Towel Seepage Effects (TOSE) of the 'transdimensionalization'. Yes, this is a Morianity-Mountainpen created word. When Old Testament biblical prophets were sent into parallel worlds (given dreams and visions from Astral-Sources) (the heavens), they were sent into far distant 5-D hyperspace realms where the Tobycouch Syndrome is extremely prevalent in all such matters here being discussed. A very dependable way of decoding these wild imagery scenes from their visions/dreams is now quite easy 2 perform once the methodology 4 so doing it is shown to the prophets by the great Astral-Sources (GOD), if U all insist on that particular verbiage, word choice, and nomenclature. Also those wild commercials of the early millennium had a female in this tri-grouping, Mizz Martha; and despite the spelling of her name not being the spelling of my family's name back B4 it was transitioned into the Huntington lines of more recent and modern days of post-Renaissance; such varying of spellings can indeed all B part of equal family lineage systems, and naught knowing one way or the other; I merely say okay, with the other two characters along with this, it ups the odds for it naught 2B merely a non-relational spelling. All things indeed have origins and sources, all things do indeed stem from some first event or happening, and this is why many surnames exist, as they originated from what the family did 2 earn their living, such as shoemaker, carpenter, and so many other trades it needs naught all B mentioned and listed. I absolutely do believe in the MACY CLUB, and do not think 4 one single micro-moment that these three peeps merely coincidentally made that television commercial for the Macy Stores, Trump, Carey, and Stewart. But if this is and was all that there is 2 all of this ranting, I would B wasting both my time as well as yours whoever is reading this, as it would B a silly parade of nonsense foolishness 2 put it mildly politely. This is no different whatsoever as when I begin receiving multiple harassment's out of the blue, an air attack, a computer hack, a spam phone call, and along these lines, as it merely ups the odds that this is indeed an attack that is going on and naught just a random unpleasant piece of life merely randomly kicking in. Speaking of this, at two minutes B4 the opening bell on Wall Streets evil demonic stock market yesterday the 29th, I was at the park waiting for Sir Swap to arrive B4 going into the local library 2 return some due-DVD's that came due yesterday, POW-BAM, no Chef Emeril but rather, a major aerial assault zenithing right over me, and always that same exact private plane with the long white wings and their ugly black tips. This plane has dogged me since the very beginning of this nightmare back in late 1986. I am most certainly naught imagining any of this, nor am I lying 2 get attention, and am more than willing 2B polygraph tested as well as Sodium-Pentothol truth drug tested by anyone in authority, and at any time, and at their futhermucking convenience. I have nothing 2 gain by making up a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE tale from HELL (DOGTOWN), only 2B eventually proven a liar and an idiot. If I were insane, I would naught B able 2 speak in a rational way and continue 2 go on and on without eventually doing what I already gave an example about on much earlier blogs back in my first two years of blogging while residing at Jenny Plageman's trailer park, the Mullica Mobile Manor (MMM)----Non-Bonjovi-Gmail address, at 3100 South Julia White Horse Pike, in Mullica, NJUSAESMWG, in Lot #10 Trailer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I plan 2 get a whole lot more into the MACY CLUB, and most likely, in order 2 do it completely as well as properly, I will need 2 do it on my own blog-web-site, either at WIX or somewhere else, that offers the ability to cut and paste from a word-program so that I can transfer many of my old blogs from other sites such as BDC and others, as well as CAP in many of my old documents from my computer files. Yes, I gave an example of how a truly insane person could not write entire long winded blogs without suddenly tuning reality out and sounding utterly moronic and off the wall, I will now give 2U all a reiterated example of what I already gave 2 my Blogaudians back about 15 years or so ago from New Jersey: “I woke up at noon and had a nice breakfast. I showered and dressed and left 4 my job at my security guard-house. I got through most of the day without 2 many unusual things 2 report 2 my Blogaudians. However at half past three in the afternoon suddenly, a car pulled up and five large guys got out and began hollering at me 4 absolutely no reason whatsoever. Then I telephoned my sergeant 2C if he wanted me 2 call the police. He came over and when the men would not stop their lewd and bizarre behavior, he had me phone the local police. They arrived and arrested the men and a tow-truck came within half an hour 2 tow their vehicle away. Then the flowers on the moon began speaking loudly 2 me and told me 2 go jump in a pile of pig urine. My clothes seemed 2B on fire and I began 2C weird looking aliens all around me. I will tell U all more on my next blog”. UC folks, we all know that when it is all said and done, the great god of the psych world, the DSM followed by whatever its most recent number may B, has a clear and concise definition of how a delusional or schizophrenic patient behaves as well as speaks or writes, and that is one perfect example. Reality can just suddenly fade in and out with a truly sick mind, and I am not sick or delusional. All the junk that I have claimed has happened 2 me, has happened. Their other total shullbit deal is 2 say 2 me that it is my reactions and interpretations of stuff happening 2 me and around me that is abnormal. My retort right back at them, lovely Mizz L. McGuire Duff, is simply thisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss: U live my goddessdog life 4 one lousy year let alone nearly four goddessdarn decades, and C if U do naught say and do and feel and think pretty dern close 2 the way that the goddessdog Mountainpen does, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How easy it is to judge and certainly 2 MISJUDGE ANOTHER PERSON who we R beyond clueless 2 properly ever understand in any meaningful totality. Jesus Christmas puke on a pike, folks; 4 crying out louder than 16 bells of SPL!
Now for tying in a lot of stuff about two thirds of the great MACY CLUB, leaving poor Mizz Martha a bit out in the cold 4 a while. This message is only 4 the smart 'ENTEES' as some few have called them, U know NT as in 'Never-Trumpers'. The peeps who adore this monster from DOGTOWN, the ruler of the Astral Plane BRIGGBASE, will love the words that I say and maybe use them as well unfortunately, but that cannot B helped, as it needs 2B spoken 4 those ENTEES out here on the blue side of the great WASH-AISLE. Yes folks, I take back every word ever written on KM, the new SOTH of WASH. When he shushed those out of order dirt bags that night of Mister J.R. Biden's fantastic speech, I tried 2 like the guy a wee bit, but all bets R off on that diseased nut-case now, after all of his recent rhetoric. I deplore these rotten sicko peeps on the red side of the Wash-Aisle. Maybe naught every single one, but all of the extreme buttwipes, and many indeed there R, YO BROADCASTED BRO of Mike Soft SPELLchecker!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, 4 those who worship that sicko, they will only love a lot of what I now will say, at least 4 the most part since they all despise me so much that maybe all bets R off on that one as well. They R perfectly at ease and happy 2C this monster pile of disease get in, take over, rule the nation forever with his evil royal sick greedy family from Dogtown, censor all those who don't like him, and even painfully execute many of his enemies of whom I would B right up there at the top of a list, I assure U all, and I also do indeed assure U great tasty Spellchecker allBERRIES!!!! When I was a silversmith in Rome twenty centuries ago, I lived with Diana, my name was Demetrius and yes world; I was destined 2 have a great movie made about me 2,000 years later, that pertained to one of my 2020 blogs from back in my PEEHA DAYS, that were discussing the dice game spoken of in bible scripture by the Roman soldiers. This was my Sporadic Blogs chapter-book name, and the final one that managed 2 post and naught B censored off after some interaction in late 2022 at my local library with the Blogger Team concerning this. This is not a blog that is going 2 get into DNA and along those lines, as that can wait 4 other times folks. This blog has one purpose. It is going 2 open up and lay down a foundation. This is a foundation about the MACY CLUB and its tentacle connections into the life of the Mountainpen, no matter how many peeps call me a violently insane crack pot up on internet radio forum chat-rooms. If this would ever stop I would B the happiest futhermucking person on the planet, only it never ever will stop, and that is totally beyond obvious as well as quintessentially axiomatic. It does Notfondauonebit naught matter if I live in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG, Fort Pierce, Florida-USA-ESMWG, or on the lovely goddessdog moon, or in Boise, Idaho, Terrahutt, Indiana, and so on forever. I could B on an island in the middle of nowhere such as on top of the mountains of Fiji Island. The forces doing these things 2 me don't care about my cartographic and geographic physical location. This is as meaningless 2 them as that first season 1960's 'THE OUTER LIMITS' TELEVISION SHOW episode titled, “some four letter initialed thing”, and I am being mind hacked, as usually I can pull stuff like that out of my long term memory without one small problem. That is until I need 2 make some powerful point on one of my blog texts of course folks. This is a machine in this wild outlandish television show that is able 2 literally zero and zoom in 2 anyone within a certain range of distance and do all sorts of monstrous and horrendous things 2 them and against them, it is truly a great show as it is both entertaining as well as fully demonstrates and completely illustrates so many of my Morianity-points of these 17+ years of these blogs. And yes, U all know or U should have figured out at the time, that I was also mind-hacked out of a recent blog word, I was looking 2 say “ZOOM” and I ended up saying “a close up shot”. This is all nothing but absolute futhermucking MIND-HACKING, right there along the lines of that great 'TOL-TV-SHOW' episode. But getting back 2 Trump and many things that all endlessly tie together, and no matter how many peeps out there who may very well wish 2 high-Christ that they did naught. In a parallel realm naught all that distant from my waking realm heredahelda and yes Spellchecker, and HERE; Trump is associated with a large group of medical institutions and most of them appear 2B psychiatric as opposed 2 medical/physical hospitals. Then we have MC and her incredible deal with the unfathomable and as I term and label it from time 2 time on my blogs, “Shirley's Laboratory and throat specialist office”, off of Grant Avenue, over in NE-Philly, PAUSAESMWG. Now how old was the lab technician high school girl in 1984, if I am permitted 2 pose the hypothetical question 2 all large entertainment companies of this planet, such as the great and awesome, and wonderful and illustrious COMCAST-14-84? Now how old was Mizz Tilley in the summer time in 2009 when the family took the seashore trip that day, Mizz red hot gorgeous PP? Now we're far from being done here peeps. If UR naught completely bathroom satisfied B4 reading on, may I indeed suggest that U-TCOBB (bathroom-bizz); ask any 'AA' person if unable 2 decode here. Yes, please B bathroom ready here B4 moving on now, as I am in no way accepting responsibility 4 anyone's toilet accidents. SO SAHWEE all great Japanese Ambassadors of WWII, AHA AHA AHA AHA AHA AHA MISTER MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Haven't anyone of U ever decided 2 wake up just a wee tiny bit here and realize just Y the dude was freaking out back one very hot day in late summer or early autumn of 2009? The dude was up in his chopper going around and around pissing himself and was too scared 2 land on the roof of his own damn Plaza Hotel Casino where Ann and I had a room there THAT HE HAD COMPED 4 HER. He didn't know anyone in the family would B with us that day. Suddenly his casino pit boss crew sends him a text photo or whatever of me at one of his roulette wheels there standing there with lovely awesome Leticia, and yes, another girl-name in the great illustrious mind boggling future predicting television show, “DARK SHADOWS” from the 1960's, me' BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He comes ripping over from Manhattan to Atlantic City that day after seeing who he was convinced was the LAB-TECH OF SHIRLEY'S THROAT PLACE off of Grant Avenue, and this is a story that needs 2B exposed that happened one month ago now, and I will tell U about it today as it is beyond a quintessential TMBB. (Thaxton-Marcucci Mind Blow) from 1969!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW Mister Macy sir. But let me stick with one topic at a time as this is starting 2 bring back powerhouse memories of days where I drove around on my errands back in New Jersey in the nineteen-nineties, and kept what I called a VEHICLE SITUATION RECORDER SYSTEM going, or a tape recorder in my car so as 2B able 2 endlessly report all of the endless things happening 2 me while out driving with my horrendous evil OTAMMIC ENEMIES or what I now am calling my Spammenies. Now anyone who hasn't yet put together that my recent dream of the boat ride nightmare with my Latengrate in this waking world transdimensional pal Dave Roth, and my disappearing mother who obviously had gone 2 visit her coworker pal from the shipping company, the great Big-Shirley and she was big, as in a white version of the 'Shirley' on the great and super cool “What's Happening” television show of the 1970's. Also 4 those who haven't already put the other biblical-TOSE stuff together concerning the owner of the boat rental place and my sitting in a car in his large parking lot near the boat launching area of this lake, when I was in this car and it was late June or July from other dreaming situations-interactions, and the owner came out of his home and walked over 2 the car where I was laying back in a rear seat inside of with the top down on this large red convertible automobile, and was playing my harmony-track of my 2013 song, “You'll B Crossing Over”, and he reached in and turned the volume completely off and walked away without saying one word; this has a beyond futhermucking HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE TOSE interconnection with my waking world and my doing that song here over at Bonjovi's Avalon Recording Studio. We'll get more into this at later times on following blogs, but let me stay on point for today with what I am discussing. Trump saw that text video that the casino crew had piped onto his cellphone, quite obviously and he came tearing over on his souped up high speed whirlybird helicopter. He knew that my kid was just a mile or less away over at the Harrah Casino performing a concert. He then put a lot of potential two plus twos all together and came up with the frightening conclusion that I was planning 2 play Star Trek Lazarus and bring them together, U know, MC and LT. Take my word 4 this folks, I may naught have been able 2 do this other than 4 the fact that anyone who is a true MC fan who would have then seen Leticia with me, would have soiled their underpants and it wouldn't have been that difficult 2 get these two distant 4th cousins together that day if that had been my plan, only it wasn't, BUTTTTT and I do mean here BUTterfields BUTTT, big ass BUTT and but peeps YO; I did fake the Spammenies out earlier in the week from my car that I know is always totally bugged up by this diseased bunch of snot twat stick lickers from Dogtown. I pretended 2B planning 2 do this back in mid-week since the family had made the weekend plans 2 go 2 the shore and Trump had just comped Ann at his great Plaza Hotel in a marvelous top floor suite. I did it from my security job over at Cifaloglio, now owned and part of the world renown one and only WASTE MANAGEMENT COMPANY of Tulleytown, PAUSAESMWG. U have 2 admit another thing here folks. I cannot help but endlessly wonder just how much incarnated GODDESS SCYLLA-PINK knows in her now human form of MC. I was assigned that job at Cifaloglio and started working there on the evening of 11 March of 2005, back when my Job Coach from 'Provadenia' Avenue in South Atlantic City, Mizz Jennifer Washburn; took me over 2 a small Pleasantville security company office, and B4 it was shortly thereafter bought out by a national and quite huge organization that does events, sporting, musical, U name it, and yes folks, another wild coincidence. But here is the real kicker. That great movie that MC stared in back in the early starting days of this 3rd millennium called “GLITTER”, as in my middle eighties tune about Atlantic City, my gaming at the casinos there at Trumps place and how he broke me one day, and how I was no fan of booming sounds or glittering lights, and on and on. But in this movie of wonderful lives and boy oh boy uncles, and Lenny McKinnon copycat stuff that goes beyond anything that Raspberry Dreams could even remotely ever hope 2 compete with here folks YO; remember the scene in “GLITTER” where MC is wearing that hat, and it says something very close, no naught exactly but very close 2 my future employing guard site, CIFALOGLIO? I can go on and on, and U all know this. Then I wonder YU all continue 2 just keep thinking of me as some crack pot insane person. U2 would B just as much as I am doing, blogging and speaking out 2 all of these things that all R obviously connected in all five dimensions, and if it was happening 2 anyone of U out there, U would B just as much as me, trying endlessly and desperately 2 make the world listen and believe my tale!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So 2 quote the great and mighty Sir Chester-Frank here folks: “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”! Now we take my blog view count for the past five days that went from averaging 900 weekly views to 400, with a five percent range-tolerance. Y-U may B asking? Well, RU denser than a puke sandwich inside of a lead containment field in a nuke-plant? Obviously my kid and the family make up half of this Blogaudianship. If there is another explanation fine, I'll listen YO. Well, in any event, happy BD-53, MC, and WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
Now speaking of BD's here, yesterday was the 29th, and PEE's BD, she turned 26 years old and no longer attends some transdimensional Egg Harbor City College, obviously peeps. Still, in our waking world I do not know one way or the other what happened, but in many parallel worlds I do know that there was a miscarriage and there simply never was a PEE. Still, what happened over at the Highview Apartments in late June of 1996 HAPPENED, and the taxi ride nightmare and the miscarriage all did happen in another part of the great 5th dimensional hyperspace. I think that Viqueen Jewelly White or Julia when she exists physically as a type-3-exploratron, actually dreams into these two powerful gorgeous women here in my waking world, U know, Paula King and Patricia Hollister, and AKA, and 4 purposes of the BOM, (Patty-HHH). I can B wrong, but folks, I believe that after my education on Pearl Harbor Day of 1996, and my I-CHING trip that took me into this fantastic voyage of beyond mysterious and hidden truths of cosmos, that led me into the eventual clearer understanding of the three levels of spirit, type-1, type-2, and type-3; that indeed, this is what is going on, and Diana and her mom Leda told me that this entire thing is Y we have these trace amounts of reverse realities of separation systems, or (polarities of orbiting electrons) 2 put things in a slightly more scientific grouping of words here. All my life I have enjoyed television shows of crime drama both fictional and even educational such as Doctor-G and along those lines, and yes, it makes perfect sense 2 me. We know that we all leave tiny infinitesimal trace pieces of ourselves everywhere all the time, and this has led 2 endless convictions of brutal monstrous evil murderers the world over 4 many many decades now, and thank the gods 4 this. This is all just small foundations and on my own site down the line somewhere, I promise 2 really get into the more detailed and elucidated stories 2 this and many other things as well, folks.
Yesterday was March the 29th and lovely daut-PEE's BD, transdimensional-PEE that is, as here she doesn't exist but unlike all of U out there, I DO NAUGHT LIVE THREE DIMENSIONALLY. I move in the goddessdog 5th dimension. It also was a major super BOTBAR DAY because of a stupid agent from the FINGERHUT who told me that I can make a payment 2 purchase a card table by using a credit card or a debit card, and all the time, they had a policy of naught allowing a credit card on an original order placed by a new customer, debit card only. Many creditors insist on this, and just Y is anyone's guess; because who cares how a bill is paid as long as it is paid? Customers such as me, who R dirt poor need that lousy dollar cash back on a hundred bucks spent, and debit cards do not make that offer, only futhermucking credit cards do. But my beef is that we spent an hour on the phone running through one credit card after another, with the system not going through, and me getting scared that someone had stolen my goddessdarn identity, and run all of my cards up 2 a max-out amount. Well eventually I paid with my debit card, and I was not planning on using the 'Fingerhut' account until the end of the year when I could afford 2 purchase this card-table that I do need, for 70 smacks. It was a very miserably unpleasant futhermucking experience 2 put this Tommy ROWE non-alpha-soup agent politely here me' gwate folks out there in Cyberville, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME' BRO!!!!!
You cannot beat the futhermucking mathematical truths 2 stuff, and no one takes me seriously. I have 2 endlessly endure peeps telling me, I am one big cop-out attitude person talking endlessly of luck and curses, telling me that we make our own luck, and I promise U all folks, this is all 100% total rock chucking stick licking shullbit. It's the epitome of stupidity to quote the Latengrate Sir David Charles Roth of Northeast Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA-ESMWG. My life charts PROVE THAT THEIR BELIEF SYSTEMS R 100% TOTAL FUTHERMUCKING SHULLBIT AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT SQUARED, and yes, I trucked up and I said that 11.8 IPNS is C-SQ and that was a mind-hack, as it is not C-SQ, just C. So sahwee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I will say so much more later on that it will choke a coil B4 I'm allBERRIES and ALL THROUGH HERedahelda android0.9 AND HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW that endlessly signaling great Mister Mike Soft HELLWRECKER SPELLchecker. Like WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS and WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and WOW-WOW-WOW-MACY-STACEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANSMISSION FWOLKS.
I awoke right around three on the button this rotten horrible frikkin' afternoon, 2 a loud persecuting air attack around a quarter past three followed by immediate spam phone calls from peeps who should B in prison 4 representing a national police organization and have harassed me sounding official and demanding a lot of my money or else, pretending 2B viable real police authorities, and these calls have been ongoing since ten years or so now and always come while under a lot of other OTAMM-SCUM-harassment, so I can know without a small wee tiny bit of non Patty-Irish-doubt here, that yessir world, this is their harassment and persecution on the poor NON-RON Sir Mountainpen, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! EVERY DAY HERE IN FLOWERLAND-USA THAT'S AKA FLORIDA, IS HOT, HUMID, ROTTEN, AND MISERABLE, and this day is absolutely no futhermucking exception. I am quite sure their stinking stock market is flying, and that all the other ICPE-APE shullbit is all 100% in place and working 4 my Spammenies at full blast. It always futhermucking does and has been since the inception of this goddess-awful nightmare on the moUUUUUUUrning of the 15th of August back in the year of 1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For the past half week or so my pageview-count weekly views number has dropped very HUUUUUUUUUUUGELY, and so I will soon naught B posting up anything beyond my averaging of three blogs per week. I respond 2 my customer requests, and only 2 them. I still plan 2 get my story out, but only according 2 the customer request equation as Mountainpen now is naming this wild whittle item. For a shortened abbreviation, call it the CRE, and Y naught lovely Mizz Blake from 1983? After-all it does begin with SINGULARITY'S mighty or reworded and “Scotty-Tribbles-re-phrased”, wonderful word, “CREATION” 'ALMIGHTY'!!!! Folks, I have absolutely no intention of letting this evil demonic futhermucking wickedness on and against me (Mountainpen) go unpunished and unnoticed by this planet's population, naught if I have 2 remain here as present-me for five thousand years, and visit all of this on the next 170 future generations of all of U right here and right now, lovely LOO on the “L&O” television show. I'll tie in all of the proving items, show U in indisputable mathematical truths that this all has 2B totally real; and go even further after that 2 show U that if these butt-wiping stick licking querkedoff bunt tappers can get away with doing this all 2 me now from 1986 through 2023 and presently counting onward, then they can at any time, do this same evil and perpetrate it onto anyone of U and anyone that U love, folks, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
POOR PITIFUL NON MIZZ RONSTADT ME!
AKA POOR POOR PITIFUL NON-RONSTADT MOUNTAINPEN.
'PPNRM', & it can B pronounced as 'Popinoromo' 4 short!
POOR PITIFUL NON MIZZ RONSTADT ME!
AKA POOR POOR PITIFUL NON-RONSTADT MOUNTAINPEN.
'PPNRM', & it can B pronounced as 'Popinoromo' 4 short!
POOR PITIFUL NON MIZZ RONSTADT ME!
AKA POOR POOR PITIFUL NON-RONSTADT MOUNTAINPEN.
'PPNRM', & it can B pronounced as 'Popinoromo' 4 short!
POOR PITIFUL NON MIZZ RONSTADT ME!
AKA POOR POOR PITIFUL NON-RONSTADT MOUNTAINPEN.
'PPNRM', & it can B pronounced as 'Popinoromo' 4 short!
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024
Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024
Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024
Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024
Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024
Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024
Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024
Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024
Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024
Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024
Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024
Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024
Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024
Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024
Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024
Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024
Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024
Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024
Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024
Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024
Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024
Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.
MPN—2023--CHAPTER 024
Hey YO, at least it ain't A-24 or Apt. #24-A back in 1963.
Sunday evening on March 19th in 2023, @ 8:22 P. M.
WOW will UB punished for that whittle mockery, MTPN!!!
Boy oh boy folks, I won't even begin 2 get into me' endless wild crazy 5th dimensional experiences from earlier on this day, as this can wait 4 other times & other blogs, YO. This very short whittle blog will say only a few things that I wish 2 now merely open up 4 all of U out there in good ole' freaking Cyberville. Back B4 the weekend began, last Friday, I managed 2 kill another giant female cockroach, and then I emptied another RAID CAN into the 'joint' Mister Winn of X-Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG of late 1983 somewhere, and a wee bit B4 my trip 2 Orlando, Flowerland-USA, to visit the Chief Recording Engineer then retired from the world renown Recorded Publications Sound Laboratories of Camden, NJUSAESMWG, Mister 1-and-only Howard Solomon. One thing that I've learned over everything else and JUST SINCE MY BLOGGING DAYS THAT BEGAN 17 YEARS AGO now folks; EVERYTHING ALL FITS PERFECTLY TOGETHER, and if it does this 4 me, I am quite sure that all of U share that reality with me, one way or another! But the big story 4 right now is weirder than anything else. I started these blogs on blogger dot com (BDC) in early January of 2006, and yet the record of this has somehow seemingly disappeared, only going back 2 sometime in the following year of 2007. What is this planet going 2 do 2 the poor & pitiful (NON-RON)-Mountainpen next, we R seemingly all left 2 wonder and ponder over, huh peeps? I believe the following, “WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, MISTER NIGH-NIGH MANHATTAN-MACY”, would B fairly darn appropriate here, 2B added in onto this blog; don't U????
Why did Patricia Hollister want me to get my hands on that information, that was in her possession, and at her work desk at that job, she was working back then? Why was Misses Marola at Cooley Hall, totally hellbent, on my doing that Memorial Day of 1969 school play? These things and zillions more just like them; are because the ESS wanted certain things to happen in this exact universe. They have all sorts of bases in many parallel worlds, and this is just one of them. None of you seem to have a tiny clue what life is like, when you are living in it, FIFTH DIMENSIONALLY. Words will definitely NOT do it justice, and that much I can promise. Still, why? Well, endlessness!!!! Still, why do they do exactly what they do, or said better, why did they do all of these exact and precise things to me, Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr? The only way to ever really know, is for me to open up a laboratory eventually, and get transfused once a week with teenaged blood; so that I can turn my biological clock back, and have all the time that I need, right here in this present physical lifetime; and to get to the mother fucking bottom of these great questions, spewing right out of the mouth-gates of HELL ITSELF, AKA DOGTOWN, OLYMPIA.
Boy
oh boy oh boy oh boy. The best that I can ever hope for anymore is
one or maybe that freaking occasional two day period of some relative
peace. It is so damn unfair. Boy oh boy oh boy oh boy. Boy
oh boy oh boy oh boy. Boy oh boy oh boy oh boy. Boy oh boy oh boy oh
boy. Boy oh boy oh boy oh boy. Boy oh boy oh boy oh
boy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
AMANDA HARRIS--DSTV
BLOG 68 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN
SUB-TITLE:
''GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS''
CONTINUING CHAPTERS IN MORIANITY'S RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM 3
MAGNESONIC, OPEN COMMAND, G-7.
WHOEVER IS SCREWING UP MY ENTIRE LIFE AND PERSECUTING ME TO MY GRAVE, WITH NUMEROUS TYPES OF ASSAULTS, IS TO BE SCANNED FOR TOTAL CRUSH DESTRUCT, SINGE DESTRUCT, TOTAL DESTRUCT, DESTRUCT; ON ALL GENERAL AND ALL CODED GENERAL ORDERS. USE BOTH 'AD' AND 'ZD' TECHNOLOGIES. MAGNESONIC, ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A/B TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, YOU WILL NOW HAVE YOUR 1983 AT&T OLD STYLE PHONE-TONES DATA TRANSFERRED, INTO LONG-EEEEE VOWEL-SOUND PRINT, WITH THE RED PRINT FOR THE 'A' TONE, AND THE BLUE PRINT FOR THE 'B' TONE.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO TO G-189, UNDER SPECIAL ORDER 18, AND STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I had a feeling that I would take some major shit, Sheriff Mascara and Mister Mueller, kind sirs; since the night before last, I had MAJOR INTERACTIONS WITH THOSE SAME PROFESSOR UNDERLINGS AT THE ASTRAL PLANE TECK BAY MYSTERY SCHOOL OF PROVINCE OLYMPIA. It was an incredible mother fucking experience, kind sirs. I would not have the necessary fucking cunt time to blog it all, but I was in yet another part of this major gargantuan campus, and at first I was having fun there and learning lots of cool stuff. But then a bully came into the interaction and began tormenting me something fucking ass fierce. Every time I attempted to leave by foot, or began driving away on huge weird curved driveways, he would paste in some totally new hallway or driveway, and made me keep coming right back to where I originally was trying to get away from. It was what you might call that quintessential fucking cunt nightmare, only on total fucking ass steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The parts where I was learning all sorts of cool shit were absolutely wild and beyond fascinating. Diana Ross was there and told me that there was nothing I could do any more than her son in can do, against the evils of Trump and Scott, and Bondi, or as I call them, “The team from HELL”. You just watch, that bastard Trump will be appointing his little blond flusie to be the United States Attorney General, and with this team from hell, Mister Mueller may end up in more mortal danger than my wonderful Sheriff, and NO SIR SHERIFF, forgive me but I don't buy what that fucking evil dirt bag gang just pulled, A COINCIDENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As for some of the wild shit that I picked up at the Astral Plane Teck Bay Mystery School; they had me in some kind of a 'vari-vehicle'. It could go from one kind of a vehicle to another, at the flick of a switch. I was suddenly at the Callio Drawbridge, where on the mortal world, it is the drawbridge on the Black Horse Pike, right after driving out of Atlantic City, and into the Chelsea Heights section of Western Atlantic City. Suddenly a gigantic magnatar flashed in front of me, along with an entirely new grouping of stars. Then to my right, in the darkness; a large grouping of lightning flashes all appeared. Then those same Underling-Professors were in my back seat, and they were not there before the incredible brilliant magnatar flash. By the way, Spellchecker does not have that word in their dictionary, I assume I am spelling it correctly. Ask any good university's Science Department to confirm what a magnatar is, and don't think I am making anything up. The few times since this happened, that I have talked about it on the phone, I have been punished with harassment and persecution by HALLS FAWCES and the TEAM FROM HELL, or maybe said better, my OTHER Triad problem! Pasting and splicing reality all around seems to be a very easy trick for these Teck Bay Astral-Academicians. This is because they know lots of things that are quite basic as far as how to apply some light technology to these truths, to bring about these amazing effects and 'tricks of epitomized wizardry'. I told you before that quite a few years back, these same weird dudes along with some of their associates, were with me, and they informed me, that reality, and all that we human beings interact with while awake and conscious, is nothing more than virtually infinite amounts of photons being created by the same nuclear reality of the magical Tesla number of THREE. Two parent electrons where one of them imparts to the other some information, then goes onto create one photon. This is done more times than a billion computers could ever count, and all inside a nano-second of time. This creates our entire reality. Splicing and editing and rearranging it, is child's play, once we come to understand this truth more completely; and then simply apply the very same principles that we do now, in our present ways in which we edit and splice and rearrange our analogue and digital recordings. But why do these Teck Bay Academicians keep grabbing my spirit up when I fall asleep, and continue to tell me and show me, all of these mother fucking inconceivable things? Maybe to anger the Project Bluebook boys, or the HALLS FAWCES themselves, along with the other triad gang from fucking hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It is 7:55 in the mother fucking cunt huffing morning now, Mister Mueller, and Sheriff Mascara. It is 11/18/2018. 2018 has been the worst mother fucking year for me since 2016, and we all understand why, and we all understand by now, Mountainpen's claims of PARALLEL EVENT, and how this unholy fucking dogshit evil technology is being applied and illegally used covertly and stealthfully against me, and HAS BEEN NOW FOR ABOUT THREE AND A HALF MOTHER FUCKING DECADES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Joy, joy, joy, and boy oh boy oh boy. Yes sir/mahm, it's totally mother fucking okay to steal everything from me, my tunes, my words, my ideas, my inventions, my very thoughts, and then hide jokingly and cleverly under the guise of there mother the car! Wow Margie Leo from November-1985, gimme' a goddamn mother fucking bwake, willya, YO?
I will B beginning a PRIVATE BLOG SHORTLY, where I can say whatever I wish 2 say and it is only 4 my goddamn eyes, and none of yours, oh peeps out there, whoever U all R. I do know that one or two of U are not bad peeps nor against me. I think that this number is very accurate, so soon, I bid U2, a fond farewell and I thank U4 being a loyal BOM-Morianity follower for more than 17 years. I plan 2 copyright my project soon and if those examiners in Washington think that their minds were blown back in time, just mother fucking wait 4 my newest project 2 come 2 your desks, and I believe that only the great Sir Chester-Frank says this so god dog perfectly and appropriately heredahelda and yes, HERE. “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!
END TRANSdimensional AND TRANSMISSION.
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