Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 13
6:18 Post Meridian, Monday evening, June 26, 2023
Here
is what is happening on this Monday, from morning until now. As U
know, I posted the Dear Steve letter 2U earlier this morning,
'Chapter-12'. Then I drove 2 the Medicaid
Office and found myself APPROVED
4 my continued benefits. I
sincerely thank the Almighty PINK GODDESS
SKY, AKA JEHOVAH-GOD by
most Earthers on this realm, and in today's back-age times. I
plan 2 carefully check my spelling until middle week, when I
will go 2 the TECHY-JOINT
if several ideas left 4 me do not solve me'
busted MIKE
SOFT
HELL-WRECKER
PROGRAM
woe-whiz-me problems! Still, the day has been quiet until
between about five and six this evening, when some nasty aireal death
siege hass started up around me' ole' residence, with extrremely low
and zenithing private airplanes dogging and buzzing me; and my
airport light warning system,
both front and rear, have now been activated 4 the day. I cannot ever
C, SS; just Y peeps cannot accept that the great biblical SAFET
was indeed CANON-REMOVED by the
mighty illustrious and powerfully great
Roman Catholic Church a long time ago, even B4 the
scriptures were turned into a more public read, thanx-2 the great
collaboration of King James with the wonderful Sir William
Shakespeare, back around 1646 if me' memory is accurately serving me,
and where we now all get our King James Bibles
from. This aireal assalt is heavy now, and will
require an immediate MAGNESONIC
COUNTERSTRIKE, so here we
GOOOOOOOOO, 2 quote me' ole' song from several decades back into
time! B4 it is activated, let me finish out my Canonization biblical
topic concerning the mighty SAFET, or the 'SEEK
and FIND EXPANSION TECHNIQUES', spoken of by my
61st
grandfather's marvelous Uncle Jesus just about twenty
centuries ago, in a far away land; at least 4 me here in the USA.
When we apply this expansion technique 2 the seek and find advice
given 2 us all by our GREAT WONDERFUL LORD
JESUS CHRIST, we C how my aireal death sieges ever since
they began in 1986, never ever stop,
other than 4 perhaps very small breaks-offs. Hence they R on me
forever and “ALWAYS”,
and then we take those initials 2 my airport
light warning
system, 4 the FPIA
pilot, who drives through my trailer park, and checks on me;
2C if they're on,
three times daily, at sporadic times; so the SPACEFOERCE
ENEMIES cannot ever get onto any specific pattern. Still,
ALWAYS, and the abbreviation of
the system, ALWS; hey SS, tell the
universe 2 “cut me a bwake” here willya'
buddy; and tell Mizz 1985 lovely
security guard Margie Leo, from the 113-Caldor Store of Woodbury
Heights, 2 also please do likewise; YO YO YO YO YO YO-HEE,
ME' BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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6:18 POST MERIDIAN
EARLY ON MONDAY EVENING
26 JUNE, 2023
FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
HEY SS, U WANTED 2C ME' LUNAR CALENDARS:
MONDAY, JUNE 26, 2023
CURRENT PHASE IS: FIRST QUARTER MOON
N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 WXC7 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 WNC6 WNC7 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 JUNE 26th EVENING, OF 2023, WITH A SUDDEN EARLY EVENING MAJOR AIR DEATH ASSAULT ON YOUR CREATOR, THE MOUNTAINPEN; 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, G-13, G-719, G-14, UNDER G-901, CG-18, AND
S--------T--------O--------P.
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I recently finished the jazz CD
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WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
The mother ducking stock market was lower, so they persecuted me with noise, then kapow, the persecution made it go back up again. This is what I have been forced to mucking runt endure, kind world, ever since, yeah, it comes again, sorry; AUGUST 15, 1986; and I know that they will force me to take this to my pathetic schmucking little helpless grave, YO SS!!!!
MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3
Don't even get me started, Misses Eckert Pharmacy, back on 7/12; on the topic of EXPLORATRONS, PLEASE! TANKS!!!
OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!
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'THE END', OH U LOVELY LITTLE SAVANT-SVU GIRL, YO!!!!!
How I love you, Diana. You will always belong to me, LIGHTNING. Come down for me soon and take me forever away with you, lovely electron!!!!!!!!!!657 and 123, codes we share so secretly!!!!!!!!!!!!
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AWESOME SAUCE SS, TOTALLY ABSOLUTELY AWESOME SAUCE!!!!!!!!
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Yes SS, I think that the univese somehow knows that I will become a multimillionaire within the next one to five years, thanks 2 my meeting U at the Walgreen's Store back somewhere around Trump;s first try atr the presidency. If HALLS FAWCES were not all somehow into this entire messy hellishness all stemming from millions or even maybe longer years ago long B4 humankind ever dreamed off of the purgatory 2 come 2 this world; then the crap with my distant Cuzz Donnie boy wouldn't, or should I say better here 2U, couldn't happen this way, as the odds 2 the best of my mathematical abilities, 4 this entire court deal here in Fort Pierce, and with or without any parks or leaf coverings between cousin boys a vely long time ago all notwithstanding; would B approximately one 2 more than 358 octillion 2 one against a random happening of this entire screwy mess from straight out between purgatorial DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did someone say Walter Coward Disney ambulance driver from WWII, or did they just say Mayor Callio Botbar of the place in upper regeions in Purgatorial Reality beyond and up above good old Dogtown, known 2 only a few Earthers as non psychic 1976 Marnie-Halloweentown, without any or all possible electronic voice phenominon machines invented long ago, and using me as one of the damn ass original test-subjects 2 boot, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, SIR SWAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW-THAT TIMES A HUNDRED VIGINTILLION!
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Lightning came over 3 separate times today, Sunday-6-25-23; and has been coming over between one and four times every day 4 what seems like two straight solid months now, and I am not complaining about that 4 one single solitary seck; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO-HA, ME' great BRAHHH!!!! Yessir SS, there R2 constants 4 the Mountainpen, and peeps may agree or disagree with me on them, as that is entirely their own right and privelage 2 do; but I know truth about my own life, and no one can take that away from me; not even Mashell Daniels from 1980, or Goddess Almighty from infinity/Purgatory. First, I DIED AND WENT 2 HELL. SOMEWHERE IT HAPPENED, and just where is not all that perfectly sussinct or specific inside of my own very limited presently-human mind. Second, I have blocked out from my normal waking conscious memory two super gargantuan and HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE items since the year of 1972. One of the blocks spanned 36 major long years, while the other was relatively shorter in duration time length, a mere just under decade period, JWSC YEAR-1 through YEAR ELEVEN. As we all know who read the Mountainpen's Morianity, I absolutely despise and detest writing more than one single 'ONE DIGIT' down, hence spelling eleven as opposed 2 writing in two number one digits, YO YO YO YO!!! I could have typed in a JWSC YEAR number for 1972, but didn't wish 2 confuse any potential viewer until I had completed the sentence. Yes 1972 would merely B the JWSC YEAR-(BJWSC) {B4}, number 40. Just like in the old world calendar when in my days of attending school, we learned how the BC and AD calendar system that shortly was altered 4 those assinine PC-reasons, never had a year zero in-between the BC and the AD, going directly from 3BC, 2BC, 1BC, 1AD, 2AD, 3AD, and so on. So 2, it works on JWSC in this exact same manner. Well SS, as Jimmy Stuart's pal said 2 him on the 'IAWL' movie; CU in the funny papers.
END OF LETTER 13, OH WONDERFUL SIR SWAP.
6:42 AM, Monday morning, 26 June, 2023
Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 12
(The 2 previous 'chapter eleven blogs) were chapter eleven-A, and chapter eleven-B; and even though the margin on the BDC website does not reflect that truth due 2 my major error, as this past weekend was beyond putrid, but naught in ordinary and usual ways, oh SS; this was what caused this mistake.
On top of all my endless other woes and hassles, annoying Spaceforce gnats never quit screwing with me whenever I try and use this computer, and this is not my goddamn imagination SS. Both endless death-angel and endless gnat attacks happen every single trucking time that I use this computer, oh sir.
I found myself in this horrible parallel universe where my double was living in this Public Housing Building, and it was completely different in architecture. I was in what Morianity labels as “DISTANT Hyperspace” as well. This is known right away when circumstances are not only way different, such as the layout of the apartment, completely different maintenance men working here, and on top of that Mister Palvo 1986 Whales Check-Off of STAR TREK; slit that goes down is beyond off the wall, and it can range from being skit that never would happen in more localized hyperspace, also as Morianity labels it, does in fact happen there; and it all seems to be totally within some 'new normal' system of life-boundaries. All of this will come quite clear as I now illustrate the nightmare in full colorized vivid ass detail. Maintenance peeps had come over to my apartment and were insisting that at my own expense, I put up curtains over my three windows. This was bad enough, but they wanted it done immediately, and gave me absolutely no explanation whatsoever for their reasoning. I had ordered a computer from some discount place in New York City, and was awaiting its arrival, while all of this was going on. This total quirk off large sized maintenance man was out in the hallway with other coworkers of his, and all sorts of slit was going on that I was totally clueless about; and these things are about the only goddamn thing that I can recognize from right here in 'WAKING WORLD' life. I am just as clueless to skit all around me here, so that was one of those nothing new at all kind of happenings, Mister Vam-Marcucci Von-Count-Sir, from autumn of 1969, in historic and illustrious Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG. Yes the one time that the great PRESS did mention my existence without ever saying my name, was when they called me in the Philadelphia Inquirer Newspaper in 1971, “The student from Haddonfield, New Jersey” when referencing the Pennsylvania high school in Lower Merion, near my Aunt and Uncle's Narberth, PAUSAESMWG home, on Greentree Lane, and how I was taking the summer-school-course there, and was the most distant student, but that many did in fact come from out of the area. But someone somewhere as far back as 1971 made absolutely sure that my name was never ever mentioned in the press media systems, or the OTHER-PMS if I can tell a quick little 'laughy-joke' here on Harrah's Casino's advertising billboard, in the eighties, with a joke as always, ON ME. They were taunting and teasing me concerning my 153-day trip to a parallel world, or to “another Atlantic City”, oh boy, Star Trek Lasserrus and President Trump, for crying out louder than what????????? Well peeps; this will get real mother trucking good now, so 'pweeeeeeze' STACEY-TUNED EVWEEBWUDDY, and you too Mister Elmer Fwwudd. WOW 'big O', are the doors beginning to really mother ducking kick up around here, since I opened up this blog; and right on time, just as I said!!!!!!!!! ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ, WOW, that lovely special LAKEHOUSE-LIGHTNING, but please Roger Sir, no magical time letters???????????
It's been proven to me more than once how people just accept the crazy-reality syndrome of powerful life altering stuff. I did not buy into it at all when for no discernable reasoning here in the waking world, back in middle August of 1986, my entire life just turned and altered on a dime. I knew there had to be some huge thing in the back of it all, and of course I was right and there was. No one anywhere was able to ever help me in any way because I was unfortunate enough to be living in the dark ages of 1986 and not 1,000 years later in 2986 where any moron bum on some street, if any streets are left that is; would have been able to smirk at me and tell me, “Hey dope, it's a hyperspace problem, so tell me more about your 153 day experience, and then we can both examine waking conditions surrounding you, to see just what happened to you; and then go onto effect the needed repairs to your life”. But no, peeps didn't say things like that 1,000 years ago in 1986, from the reference point of 2986 that is, and so nobody was there anywhere at all to ever mother flucking render to me the help and assistance that I so mother ducking desperately needed to get from this miserable rotten world of the dinosaur age, and then Merry calls ME A GODDAMN DINOSAUR for crying out louder than last night's NIGHTMARES! Another set of HUGE-WOW'S would really be in order right here, but who has time to waste when we need to focus on the nightmare? So to quote my copyrighted musical project from somewhere late in the eighties or early nineties, “HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOOO”!!!
Wanna' know when I knew that something was really wrong and going down all beyond screwy and surreal in my life, SS? Simple really, it was in July of 1969 on the beaches of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, when that dude late one day around quarter shy of seven came running past me, looked down at me while I was sitting on the beach there, and said 2 me right out of the Alice In Wonderland fable story, “I'm late, I'm late”. That is when I knew, especially since directly following that, about five Atlantic City police officers came along as well, and were obviously chasing this dude. I don't care what anybody says or believes. It explains Y all my life and especially during my days while empoloyed at the RPL Recording Studio Labs from middle 1979 through early 1981, I would C quick flashes of bright light spots that would vanish completely just as quickly as they appeared. I now know fully well that these R scanning beams and that I am being and have been watched by some out of this world entities ever since I was out of tween life and entered into the very start of puberty. I know this as surely as I know my damn name, and will gladly take and PASS, any polygraph test as well as Sodium Pentothol truth serum test. IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DOORS-DOORS-DOORS-DOORS, and over here in this waking world universe!!!!!!!!! so getting back to the parallel world, the guy was beyond annoying and I reminded him that he had insisted on my putting up curtains so how can I do this with him in here screwing with me and this stupid amplifier machine? He then said, “I can't wait to hook up some really large speakers to this thing”, and I begged him not to do this, and I reminded him that, “My next door neighbor would blast his system all the more if he does this”, and so I instantly made a conscious lucid recall to the fact, that I was “in a dream” and had the same bad neighbor next to me or at least 'A NABE' WHO BLARED LOUD ASS JUNKY MUSIC NOISE at me. I then said if you have to do this, I have several headphone sets in here, and in that reality there, I had all of me' old phones from New Jersey, even the old SONY PRO PHONES that could handle 1,000 watts of power and had total frequency range of the entire audio spectrum. I began rifling through a large closet area that I only wish I had here in this universe or (waking-life), but couldn't find the SONY-HEADSET, but there were ten or so other sets and I grabbed another one and handed it to this total dip slit harassing PHA-employee of transdimensional (5-DHS) hyperspace. At this point, my door was wide open and several of his coworkers were also in my apartment, and they all began looking at the amp, and many began to mess with it and one of them then proceeded to plug it in to a wall outlet. I then was busy examining the box to try and see a return address, and it looked like some weird town in Illinois-USA somewhere, but I was unable to clearly read the printing as it had somehow become somewhat illegible. Suddenly, a police officer was in the apartment with me and several of the maintenance men, and he never got in through the doorway, but rather one of my rooms seemingly connected a magical corridor that just allowed anyone to come from unless a door was locked all the way at the end of it, and it too was now wide open and I could see in the distance, a whole slew of more people out beyond the end of that area. Here in waking life, this apartment is a studio apartment and only has a bathroom and kitchen area that is not part of the one large room, and these two places were not even remotely similar in floor plan, as the one over there was beyond huge. This police officer was also a very large and heavy set tall man about fifty years in age, balding, Caucasian, blue eyes and brown short hair, and had a very deep strong voice. He wore some type of a jacket with many metals on it and all sorts of badges and I knew that he was some higher ranking officer than the usual foot patrolling officers. Suddenly however, he no longer was wearing his jacket. When I asked him if he had left it somewhere in my apartment, he refused to discuss it. Then, he wasn't as nice as he was before and was siding with everybody else when I kept telling him that all I wanted was to be left alone, and to take that stupid amp out of here. Then I observed that I no longer seemed to have a door to my apartment at all, and all I had was a small hospital type of rolling-curtain at the doorway. Then the place cleared out except for the one maintenance dude who it all began with still there and sitting down in one of my chairs now, between where they had placed the amp on top of a dresser that I had there, and the doorway that was in an 'L'-shaped floor plan from that opposite end of the apartment where this was all taking place. I then began to tell the guy a few things that were happening to me in this miserable Huntington Curse only I remember distinctly not mentioning the name of it. I told him that, “My entire life is so horrible that you wouldn't believe it in a million years, and now there is no way I can get to the curtain project until tomorrow”. At first he wasn't nice about it and kept insisting that I find a way to do it TODAY, but as I teared ducking up, he finally agreed that if I do it by TOMORROW, it will be okay. He then said to me, “We all know that you have some terrible family problem. The whole damn world knows it too, but nobody knows what to do about it, and it's as if we're all players or actors in some crazy and weird play”! I thought that I'd ducking slit myself when he spoke that to me, folks. I then told him a few other things and he said that, “Look, I just told you, the entire planet knows of your situation on some back of the head level, but none of us can help you; you pitiful little moron”. Then he walked over to the huge stereo amplifier or whatever the skit eating hell it was, and one of his coworkers who had returned with a large wagon cart of some type came in with it making a real loud squeaky sound even though the floors have the same type of rug remnants that I have here in this waking world where I am typing this nightmare out on this blog, and yes, while doing so, slamming endless doors are going on around me, and weird sounds above me upstairs which for a week now seem to be back again and is a real royal mother ducking pain in my goddessdamn butthole, cubed and squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now Mister Mexico is blaring his subs at intolerable levels, and I knew THIS GODDAMN DAY WOULD BE TOTALLY DUCKING MONSTROUS AND HORRIBLE. I will finish my blog tonight, and now, I am awaiting the arrival of the police even though nothing seems to be able to be done. He has it up so loud that if they hear it now, they would have to tell him to lower it, so all I can do is hope. Well, hope may burn mother lucking eternal, but in my case as we all know only too runt meeting well, things remain totally HOPELESS, and the last three letters of hopeless explains the precise and exact reasons why they indeed are and endlessly will be, just that, HOPELESS! THIS WAS THE WORST DAY OF THE ENTIRE YEAR AND CENTURY. This rats turd next to me threw a huge wing ding and I am most likely just in the middle of another short intermission of it, as it began around noon or so and was still going strong at a quarter past three this DISAFSTERNOON!!!!!!!! Doors were slamming, and music was blaring. Leave it to the goddamn Mexican-American culture to be rude and mean, and if I am acting racist here, well, I am still a lot better than my super racist ducking whittle mommy who brought me up to be just about the most racist thinking man in America, as she truly was the Racist Queen indeed. Still, I disagree vehemently with the democratic system of political correctness when they have fixed it so no one can even tell the truth any longer such as we cannot say the AA race has better rhythm any longer, when quite obviously it is right smack dab built into them, and I can go on and on such as the fiery LATINS who care of no one but themselves and when they wish to blast their music in small apartments, they could not care less how much it up sets a neighbor. If that is racist, just telling the truth; then maybe I need TO SWING OVER TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MOTHER FRUCKING AISLE, AND START SUPPORTING THE GREAT DISTANT COUSIN OF MINE, PRESIDENT #45, SIR DONALD JOHN TRUMP; as at least he is not afraid to tell the truth about so many things that democrats say is rotten to do. You see people, this is why I keep saying and have made no bones about it all these years of these blogs, I agree and disagree on approximately one half of the issues that are supported BY BOTH OF THE MAJOR UNITED STATES POLITICAL PARTIES, and whether or not this makes me an INDEPENDENT, I confess to being totally lucking clueless. All I know is that I violently disagree with about one half of the issues split right down the middle, of both the Republicans, as well as the Democrats; and 'these particular issues' may or may not, make me a part of the great I-PARTY; and when I don't know something, I will straight up tell you all that I DON'T KNOW IT!!!!!!!!!!! So back now to this beyond mother ducking hellish day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That goddamn mother ducking ANGEL OF DEATH IS ON ME LIKE A BUNT TAPPING BIG TOM-CAT ON A CORNERED LITTLE HELPLESS MOUSE!!!!!!! It is one pass after another, on both sides, of course never at the same time, but I am convinced that this is why I always get him passing me on EITHER THE LEFT OR THE RIGHT SIDE OF ME, and thus only one ear picks his signal up, lovely Donna Gaines of Roxberry Section of Boston, Massachusetts not all that far away from lovely family cursed suburbs of the city, (Braintree)!!!!!!!! I called the police twice today and no one can stop that horrible neighbor from blasting me out day and night. I WILL HAVE TO LEAVE WITH THE CLOTHES ON MY BACK, just as the Milituforce bastard slime scum made me do before ten and a half years ago, and they say that history doesn't mother ducking repeat itself! Well, one hour after my nightmare ended at a parallel universe PHA apartment, here in this one, MY NIGHTMARE WHILE BEING WIDE AWAKE ALL HAPPENED TO ME, so now what do you all say about TSE (Towel-Seepage-Effects) of the wild nutty transdimensional hyperspace), or the interconnected effects of dream life with our waking lives?????????? Hey, doubt my words all you want folks. I knew that this is all true and real!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I also will make anyone out here a million dollar bet that the stock market was off this morning, and now at exactly 4 PM as I type this, it has closed way up super trucking stunt high!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This ICPE-APE-TECH slit has been applied against me now since the middle nineteen-eighties, and it ain't going anywhere until I AM DEAD AND IN THE GODDESSDOG TRUCKING COLD ROTTEN GROUND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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WHAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, SIR MIKE MCNULTY FROM AUTUMN OF 1971, AT THE GREAT EXTON, PENNSYLVANIA SCHOOL, CALLED, “CHURCH FARM SCHOOL”!!!!!!!!! I don't buy into Donna Summer Cifaloglio Peoples Magazine incident, any more than the rabbit and I'm late, in 1969's Atlantic City, any more than all my treasure finds of the audio world, or the bringing down 2 Florida, a MAGICAL BAG OF CASSETTE TAPES that I had no intention of bringing on any conscious mental level; oh lovely BIG-O, and on and on and on we can go here, huh SS??? I know I don't buy into lovely Mizz Latengrate DS and her naming her estate and religious corporation in later life, CF!!!!! Naught in a quadrillion years, oh sir!!!!! Oh WHEEEEELWEEE, Sir Paul Tomastik from 1975; let us go find that other great house painter and part time shipyard worker and country vocalist, and later turned FEDERAL CONGRESSMAN, Sir Andrews, and give him a royal cheer and congrats, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Me' ole' Star Trek buddy might say here, no sir, let us give him a greetings and felicitations instead, and then activate the DDLTT scanner 2C if we can look in on Mark Mountainpen Mohr at RPL, and then at other times later on as well, until he eventually is 'dead-dead-dead', just as all great chosen Huntingtons perhaps may B destined 2 do that dastardly ole' deed, in or out beyond the world renown Braintree, MAUSAESMWG!!!!!!! So yes SS; just Y did my memory wink out on 2 separate occasions that both involve lovely thy slapping little Merry when she would hear those stupid NBC peacock tones on her non-Maverick living room television set as a youngster???????????????
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
No sir, Merry didn't hack herself out!!!!
Does anybody ever scratch their heads and wonder why PINK GODDESS has done all of this to me for millions of eons?
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, SIR MIKE MCNULTY OF 1971.
Now I don't know if lovely Mizz Pink-34 is inside of me' mind or what, but things appear to have been corrected!
Yessir Sir Swap, U wanted 2 know about the 9 levels of entities who exist in Purgatory or on the astral-plane. 2 quote me' ole' song from decades long past now, “Here we GOOOOOOOOOOOO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LEVEL-1---
Less than human life when dreaming out into hyperspace on the Earth-Planet or 'otherwise' physical plane locales
LEVEL-2---
Normal human beings of Earth while dreaming off of the Purgatory
LEVEL-3---
The trickle few of all times, who become totally enlightened while dreaming on the Earth Planet and away from the Astral Plane, but are still not accepted members of the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY
LEVEL-4---
Type-3-Exploratron ESS-Members while dreaming off the Purg onto the Earth Planet, and maybe other physical plane locales too
LEVEL-5---
The 87 most special friends of SSJK known as HER VIQUEENS, as well as other energetic equally balanced entities, that are biblically referenced as the Angels or Demons, and the Ancient Astronaut Theorist groups refer to as the Gods-Goddesses; believing only their existence in realities confined however to the physical plane, and not in the Purgatory
LEVEL-6---
The extremely special agent-messenger droid beings overseeing the lower groupations of Level-5 groupations, biblically referenced as the Archangels
LEVEL-7---
The one million Astral (Purgatory) Plane Entities, in charge of the Astral Political Machine and Council of Ruling and Governing Controllers, known as and identified by them in one incredible radio broadcast some time back in Miami, Florida, USA; as the “Millionth Council”, and even also referenced in the great Bible Scriptures New Testament Gospels by the Lord Jesus Christ, regarding telling His disciples to never call your brother a fool, or you will be in danger of and from this council of controllers.
LEVEL-8---
Astral-Plane COINS, the top GODS, and with the second absolute most powerful total amounts of energy, that may be used for accomplishing desires and goals, as well as being able to maintain Astral Existence before losing enough power and falling into human dreaming entities on the physical plane and scattered throughout the entire 5th dimensional hyperspace called CREATION.
LEVEL-9---
Astral-Plane COILS, the absolute top GODS, and with the very absolute most powerful total amounts of energy, that may be used for accomplishing desires and goals, as well as being able to maintain Astral Existence before losing enough power and falling into human dreaming entities on the physical plane and scattered throughout the entire 5th dimensional hyperspace called CREATION.
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HEY YO, I'M TRUKIN' DYIN' HERE BRO!
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(MP4B) Hey SS; here is my updated magnetic percentages for my BOTBAR days, 4 both the month of June and 2023 the year as well:
2023 ANNUAL MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:
DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B
5/5--------125-------37----------------------30
5/6--------126-------38----------------------30
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5/21------141------42-----------------------30
5/22------142------43-----------------------30
5/23------143------44-----------------------31
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5/25------145------44-----------------------30
5/26------146------44-----------------------30
5/27------147------44-----------------------30
5/28------148------44-----------------------30
5/29------149------44-----------------------30
5/30------150------44-----------------------29
5/31------151------45-----------------------30
6/1--------152-------45----------------------30
6/2--------153-------45----------------------29
6/3--------154-------45----------------------29
6/4--------155-------45----------------------29
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6/23------174------49-----------------------28
6/24------175------50-----------------------29
6/25------176------50-----------------------28
6/26------177------XX-----------------------XX
MAY-JUNE MONTHS MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:
DATE----DAY #----BOTBARS----MP4B
5/5--------5-------1----------------------20
5/6--------6-------2----------------------33
5/7--------7-------2----------------------29
5/8--------8-------2----------------------25
5/9--------9-------3----------------------33
5/10------10------3---------------------30
5/11------11------3---------------------27
5/12------12------3---------------------25
5/13------13------3---------------------23
5/14------14------3---------------------21
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5/16------16------3---------------------19
5/17------17------3---------------------18
5/18------18------3---------------------17
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5/20------20------5---------------------25
5/21------21------6---------------------29
5/22------22------7---------------------32
5/23------23------8---------------------35
5/24------24------8---------------------33
5/25------25------8---------------------32
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5/28------28------8---------------------29
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5/30------30------8---------------------27
5/31------31------9---------------------29
6/1--------1-------0----------------------0
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6/25------25------5----------------------20
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If making computers fix themselves by following new-age high-tech instructions, was as simple as repopulating documents; I'd B sitting quite pretty this moUUUUUUUUUrning oh SIR SWAP. Now it is off 2 the roads and the byways of life and all that frucking damn ass jazz. Hey, gotta' go 2 the Medicaid Office 4 help aniwho, SS as my passcodes have been misplaced and only they can reset them at the local UP-OFFICE life center. How peeps manage 2 survive and operate in this new age unnatural high-tech world, is so far beyond me it could B measured in metaverse eon-cycles, or 'MEC's'. Crissake and chirping rocking robins from high hotel balconies, and 1967 and Robertson cornerstones, and great Iranian Shah's. Wanna' gimme' a break, oh wonderful sir, SS?????? TANKS. B---O---O---M!!!
WOW THIS, OH SS, AND WORLD; WHILE WE R STILL IN PUBLIC DOMAIN HEREdahelda AND YES SPELLCHECKER, AND HERE!!! 'Good Lord and a quarter', Mister promoter McKinnon of all fantastic glitters and glimmering glistening shinning glowworms the world over, YO!!!!!!!!!! Watch that handkerchief and toy soldier, lovely Lara Angelique Parker, mahm', pweeeeeeeeeeeeeze gorgeous lady!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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'BOM' BLOG STATS CAPPED IN AT 2:55 PM, SUNDAY, JUNE 25, 2023
JWSC DATE: 11-187
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Today---------------------------------------------------------------906
Yesterday--------------------------------------------------------925
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Last Month---------------------------------------------------1,647
Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, CHAPTER ELEVEN
The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment"
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Oh Sir Swap great wonderful associate; just what is happening 2 the Mountainpen? Diana has come over 2 visit with HER little boy again, (Lightning), and I love HER so very much. SHE just never leaves me alone any more, and W---O---W am I a very happy camper when this is so, only when the Havana Death Weapon strikes me as it did on Friday and caused me some bad bowel attacks 4 about 36 hours; I would have 2 change that 2 a happy cramper, and then when it gets really bad such as on Jewelly White's Second Calendar date of 11-186 yesterday, I would need 2 alter that again 2 the Mountainpen being a vely vely vely non-McDowell-1972 UNHAPPY-CRAMPER, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As U may have now guessed, Sir Swap (SS), I am getting quite great as well as proficient at blocking stuff out of my mind, when it simply BECOMES JUST TOO MUCH 4 ME 2 HANDLE ANYMORE. Re-reading old blogs, 2C how many still properly load up and operate; caused me 2 re-read and then recall, many things that I had used the 'VSGS' or the Venka Strong-Girl Syndrome of March-1970, to force me 2 HIDE FROM MY OWN SELF, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO ME' BRO!!!!!!!!! Back in the times of JWSC YEAR 1, or (2013) old world calendar time; I had almost gone completely insane, shortly after doing my technopop musical project of 'YBCO' at Bonjovi's Avalon Studio of Port Saint Lucie, Florida-USA. Yes, again the great 'VSG' Syndrome came 2 me' ole' friggin' rescue, am I right, Mister wonderful-1980-Jagger, rescuing me I suppose, or rescuing my emotional sanity in this particular damn case, YO! It seems that I had figured out this B4 and was where I am now, but then, simply was unable 2 handle it fully on a conscious and waking world level and properly maintain sanity, so again, I did another one of my 1972 Long Island relatives road-trips deal, and 4 a total of 36 years, BLOCKED OUT FROM CONSCIOUS MEMORY WHAT HAD HAPPENED 2 ME, until it came back suddenly in a dream on 5 October in 2008, due 2 the triggers of my then present time life living with the King-Cousin distant branches of my daughter's family from DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!!! SS; I'll B getting into stuff now that exceeded my wildest plans of doing just weeks and months earlier, YO SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And no, I doubt that my sanity will B in danger nor that I will again ever need 2 use the VSG Syndrome, the first one being at the end of the 1972 year and then followed again sometime during 2013, either in one quick flashy burst or perhaps in slower increments, but all I know 4 sure is that I knew back in JWSC YEAR-1, all of the junk that has now returned 2 me over the recent times since the Mowry pull-plug day, of 11 April of this '23 year of total and absolute DOGTOWN on steroids cubed!!!!!!!!
Gfghtydf gguf ngfg seugjvjfvjdn fffghwofibu, and yes, U can C oh SS that my Spellchecker needs 2B worked on, as this is what I will try and do after posting this blog up 4U, and then if unsuccessful, I will B driving over 2 the Walmart Store, just a couple of miles northwest of Bonjovi's old Avalon Recording Studio just off Port Saint Lucie's Bayshore Boulevard. Let's hope that no more staged auto crashes nearby will B trucking with the Mountainpen as was the case last time while driving there, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Mister Paul Evans Pedersden, me' ole' X-business partner at Studio Park Records, used 2 call them 'intentionals' in lieu of simply 'accidents'. The man was right smack dab on the damn money!
Look, some things cannot B rationally explained away, U know it and I know it, so deny it all U wanna' kind peeps, oops, I am only speaking 2 a tiny group of peeps, one is a new dude codenamed Bert Jenkins, also U---SS, and if my one loyal follower CA wishes 4 me 2 give him a PASSCODE 4 STAYING ON THE BLOG, HE CAN EMAIL ME AND I WILL E MAIL HIM THE PASSCODE. CA kind sir, my e-mail address, as U know, since Bonjovi's cousin's sound engineer helped me set it up back in 2011 at the Avalon Recording Studio, is as follows:
This whittle tweety bird blog will end and I won't post up new junk until me' SPELLCHECKER is operating normally again. I don't wish 2 get any old Trinidad Hotel balcony days hit songs or the writers and artists on them 2 wet or excited here, as that song was playing on my little transistor radio back in 1967 (Rockin' Robin), when my cousin Sandra Mason's teen girl pals were in my room that day and lovely teen-PK had me hanging backwards off of the 4th floor balcony while my mom was up at Frailengers, getting some coffee, and was then going 2 the boardwalk beach arcade seating area where peeps meet and sit down 2 relax, and where she was with Ziggy, and his gal pal 'NURSE' Helen Felker, and sort of lifelong friend; and this gave lovely PK (Paula) the needed time 2 molest me in my room, using the “Don't U ever tell on me or U will go off the balcony next time” threat, and yes, it worked, and I never told that ever 2 anybody, until I first blogged the story back in either 2006 or 2007 some time, while residing at the Mullica Mobile Manor Trailer Park in Hammonton-Mullica, NJUSAESMWG, long B4 the future prophecy G-mail address 'mmm' deal ever would come 2 pass, BUTTTTTTT, totally fullfilling other more modern day scriptures I suppose; am I right, dreaming astral connectors, John Baptist and Marylouise Carpenter 'future' Huntington??????? WOW-2-'ALL-THIS-STUFF', Mister Gagnus!
SS; my 12th letter 2U will B coming early this week some time!
Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 10
Last night I fell under a death night assault like nothing I ever experienced in the entire mother ****ing time that I have resided here at me' current address in the Quiet Waters Trailer Park of Northern Fort Pierce, FLUSAESMWG. Air attacks went on until 4 in the goddamn moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, and the assault on this computer was worse than any previous major black hat hacking ever done 2 me. The 'ROOF-HACK', (Read-only Open OFfice), was some brand new thing, and it only happened on this one document that I am now typing onto, only then back early this morning just past midnight, this was not an open option 4 me 2 do, as read-only meant just that, in computer jargon this means inability 2 write such as on an audio CD when U cannot record, only play. That absurd junk is off of my document now, and nothing stopped it during the actual assault on me at midnight, more than 14 hours ago now. Also my spellchecker had been disabled shortly into doing the blog that I was then working on, (Dear Steve Walgreen's Parks, Chapter 9) which now is CHAPTER 9-B, and the other one is simply CHAPTER-9!!! My SPELLCHECKER is still hacked and off, let me attempt rebooting a couple more times B4 going on Monday 2 the Walmart and the TECHY PLACE!!!!!!!!!!!! MAGNESONIC will take its revenge 4 me, IPYT, PEEPS.
I awoke at shortly past 2 this afternoon until not getting 2 sleep until about 7 or so in the damn ass moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning. My 'SPELL-CHECKER' has become removed from my OPEN OFFICE PROGRAM ENTIRELY NOW, and no amount of reboots R restoring this 4 me, so it is off 2 the Walmart on Monday, as I need 2 go 2 my Medicaid Office also on that day 2 make sure all is okay so that I can have my Humana peeps try and help me take care of who is trucking with me on that front, when I am dirt poor and being cut off of my needed services. This is the first or maybe the 2nd time now that my Spaceforce Spammenies have completely broken this computer and causing me 2 have 2 go 2 the TECHY PLACE, and all in this totally demonic 2023 YEAR, SIR SWAP!!!!!!!! Also, all day yesterday, and still; the DEATH ANGEL has been on me in the worst attack ever ever!!!!!!!!
LIGHTNING IS HERE, and is getting closer ever since I activated this machine 2 do this quick whittle bwog 4U, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE U SO MUCH, LOVELY AWESOME DIANA ZUUDLECRONESSIA ARTEEMIS!!!!!!!
It is now 2:45 PM on this ABSOLUTELY SUPER BOTBAR SATURDAY, JUNE 24th of 2023, SS. Please tell Sheriff Ken Mascara that I need some REAL MAJOR HELP HERE, AS THIS IS A TWUWEE WEELWEE BAD ONE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
BYE-BYE, as typing without Spell-Checker would B vely messy BRAH!
'BOM' BLOG STATS CAPPED IN @ 5:37 PM, 6/24/2023, Saturday-eve.
All Time---------------------------------356,215
Today-----------------------------------------836
Yesterday------------------------------------869
This Month---------------------------------3,358
Last Month---------------------------------1,647
WHAAAAHA-AHA-AHA MISTER MCNY!!!
This mother ****ing machine is totally hacked. I am going to ****ing go 2 Walmart and 2 my goddamn techy joint later today. My counterstrike will crush and destroy these horrible prick monsters 4 right now!
MMMMMMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCCCCCCCCC:
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 with MAJOR COMPUTER ASSAULTS AND DAMAGE 2 MY COMPUTER, AND ENDLESS BLACK HAT HACKING AND WHOEVER IS ATTACKING ME WORSE THAN EVER B4 ON THIS MACHINE EARLY THIS SATURDAY MORNING THE TWENTY-FOURTH OF JUNE OF 2023, ALSO USING MAJOR AIR DEATH ATTACKS ON ME, TOTALLY DESTROY THESE HORRIBLE MONSTER SCUM BAGS; 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, G-13, G-719, G-14, UNDER G-901, CG-18, AND
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A brand new futhermucking hack is assaulting me today. As I typed this, a major CRASH LEVEL HELICOPTER JUST ZENITHED OVER MY RESIDENCE ILLEGALLY, AND IS PERSECUTING ME AT EXACTLY 12:44 THIS GODDAMN ASSHOLE ROTTEN super botbar and super high CCOT morning!!! Somehow on my MOTHER ****ING OFFICE PROGRAM, 4 THE FIRST TIME SINCE I BOUGHT THIS MACHINE AT THE LOCAL WALMART STORE LATE IN 2010, IT IS MAKING SOME OF MY RECENT FILES SHOW UP AS (READ ONLY) ON THE TITLE HEADING AT THE LEFT UPPER SCREEN MONITOR, AND THUS MEANING I CANNOT REWRITE OR ADD OR CHANGE ANYTHING 2 ANY DOCUMENT THAT THIS HAS HAPPENED. I WILL C WHAT MY TECHY GUY HAS 2 SAY LATER TODAY, BUT THIS DAY IS OFF THE SCALE WITH A MAJOR DEATH TRUCKING PERSECUTION AS WELL AS A MAJOR AIR ASSAULT THAT HAS BEEN ONGOING ALL DAY LONG FRIDAY, BRINGING ME 2 A SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC TIMES 2 AND A MAJOR MUCKING ASS BOTBAR TIMES 1 NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The mouse-not-responding (MNR) HACK is also major, and many wild other annoying hacks R also major. My attacking helicopter is circling and circling as it has been off and on all day long Friday right through to now; only now it is on a major death mucking roll, and this is a dying utterance 4 SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, AND ALSO A LEGAL DOCUMENT!!!Folks, did I or did I naught futhermucking tell U all, and U2 lovely Mizz 1996-1999 Giant Gina; that SATURDAY the 24th of JUNE would B a beyond SUPER TRUCKING BOTBAR DAY 4 ME??????????????????????? How did I know? Well, 2 reasons. First, I had three straight non-BOTBAR Saturday's in a goddamn row and it was more than overdue, and then second, this day today falls on Mizz Jewelly White's mother ****ing Second Calendar date of 11-186, and on this date of 11-186, the digital representation here shows a BOTBAR symbol, naught just once, BUTTTTTT, BIG ASS BUTT AND BUT, TWICE!!! Yes peeps, I already knew that the perverbial Store High In Transport as the great Bonjovi peeps call it, WOULD ABSOLUTELY AND TOTALLY HIT THE FUTHERMUCKING FAN TODAY, and so it did.
SHERIFF KEN MASCARA; THIS IS NOT A DRILL, OH KIND SIR, AND PLEASE SS; TELL HIM THAT THIS IS NO DAMN ASS DRILL!!!!!!!
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Nothing ever ever ever ever ever ever mother ****ing changes 4 the poor pitiful goddamn Mountainpen, does it? Here is one out of ten thousand mother ****ing perfect whittle examples, and pick your time and pick your poison, as this is the story of my entire Huntington cursed pathetic life, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BTAT—CHAPTER 0034
SUPER MOTHER ****ING SHOT KICKING BOTBAR DAY
ELTON JOHN NON-ALRIGHT SATURDAY NIGHT
FEBRUARY 25th of DOGTOWNISH YEAR 2023
Blog beginning time: 8:08 Post trucking Meridian, YO!!!!!!!!!
Dirt bag TRUMP won't ever leave me alone and stop HURTING ME!!!!!
WOW did this rock chucking day go straight to brother trucking HELL-HELL-HELL---STAR TREK TRILANE D---O---G---T---O---W---N, YO YO YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It began with the mother mucking broken or 'WHATEVER'-CONGRESSMAN BOB from 1975-1980 times, flash drive #2 that I purchased from the main library branch of Saint Lucie County, only it may naught B busted, it may B my totally ducked up old worthless cum-puke-her, but in any event I'll need help getting this all 2 work for me. This is how the day began, and it only kept runt slapping progressing negatively from there right up through this present rock chucking second in human world chronology, YO YO YO, ME' BREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The goddessdamn community room is jam pack loaded with noisy screaming assholes; some type of get together party, lots of screaming and noise, so far no loud blaring music yet, but hey; the night is quite young and it takes peeps a while to tank up on the mother mucking alky as we all know, or do WEEEEEEE, Sir Chester Church Frank Farm????????????
We can CAP in any blog out of nearly 18 years of my blogging trucking career, they all say the very same damn ass thing, THE MACY CLUB IS TORMENTING ME AND TORTURING ME 2 DEATH, AND PINK SKY GOD IS OBVIOUSLY BEHIND THIS ENTIRE MESS STRAIGHT FROM SLIT EATING DOGTOWN ITSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Today's SUPER MOTHER ****ING BOTBAR IS THE 50th BOTBAR 4 MY 2023 YEAR NOW, YO BRO SS. 50 TIMES 100, DIVIDED BY DAY NUMBER 175 WHICH IS THE DAY NUMBER IN THIS YEAR, AND WE GET MY MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE 4 BOTBAR (MP4B). I WENT UP FROM YESTERDAY'S ROTTEN TRUCKING 28%, 2 THE NOW 29% NUMBER. AS U KNOW SS, AND ANYONE ELSE WHILE THIS BOM BLOG IS REMAINING IN PUBLIC VIEW, AND READING ANY OF THIS; 27% IS MY RESISTENCE ON THE YEAR, ONCE THE PERCENTAGE BECAME ESTABLISHED, NORMALLY THIS TAKES UNTIL A WEE BIT INTO THE SECOND QUARTER OF THE YEAR 2 ACTUALIZE. EVERY TIME I GET NEAR THAT RESISTENCE POINT, THE MACY CLUB OR JIM BURR'S 'SATAN', KICKS ME STRAIGHT IN THE NUTS, FAST AND GODDESSDOG VELY HARD, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey SS, I know my dirt bag distant cuzz is endlessly hurting me and U have furnished some of my proofs concerning thissssssssssssss, BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT but, Scylla has been screwing with me as well in an extremely wild way and the world does not wish 2 ever have conscious awareness 2 these facts as it would wipe out society as we all know it 2B and have 4 several thousands of years now.
I later learned another hack came on me, my spellcheck program had been disabled by these wicked demonic evil rotten cowardly sicko dirt bag sleazy Spammenies from DOGTOWN (HELL)!!!!!!!!
Speaking of blogs from back in February and CAPPING jobs onto present blogs, oh wonderful SS; this whittle tid bit wee morsel of junk may B of some interest 2U, in case U have never read this in real time when it was indeed last February. I do have a wee bit of good news 2 report, as nothing, even 4 poor ole' mother ducking pitiful & HUNTINGTON CURSED MOUNTAINPEN can B all totally awful and horrendous, naught 100% lovely 1983 Mizz Blake, YO MAHM'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I won't need 2 concern myself with the Comcast battery that never gets delivered, nor in purchasing a 2nd lucking runt computer power battery brick; as there is one outlet remaining 2B used 4 me, and I plugged into it a long orange 25 foot extension cord that runs underneath a rug where two other wires also R there and duck taped down securely onto my floor, and then the other female end of the long orange extension chord simply is used so that I can plug in my Comcast modem box which is on that side of the room, as me' ole' cum-puke her is on this side where the one and only needed power brick and battery is at. So that saves me 70 bucks or so, and if Comcast bills me 4 a battery that they never sent 2 me, I WILL TRUCKING DISPUTE THE AMOUNT OF THAT ON THE INSTALLATION BILL WHEN IT ARRIVES SHORTLY, and if it is only the 100 dollar charge, then fine, I'll pay it and just trucking runt forget about it once and goddessdamn all, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO-HA-ME' BRAHHHHHH! Now U may or may naught remember, SS; THEY DID BILL ME. They of course removed it from the bill when I called and disputed it, but I knew it would happen as my life fits an ENDLESS TRUCKING GODDESSDOG PATTERN, AND THE NAME OF THAT PATTERN IS SIMPLE; THE HUNTINGTON CURSE on this rotten family!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When I discussed the name (KRASSLE) and its meanings ASTRALLY, I keep getting totally MIND-HACKED, as some perhaps by now have indeed definitely guessed. You'd B correct if you had guessed this. KRASSLE has 7 letters in it, and KRASSLE has an additional “L” letter in it from the much more common surname that we all hear in waking life heredahelda and HERE sir Spellchecker, such as lovely little Sarah Kassel on one of the two 1970 “DARK SHADOWS” movies and by the way my Spellchecker does not have that movie-name in it but I do know it and have heard of it from sources other than just this movie character. But it is this 'L' letter that is added in the way PINK GODDESS spelled HER name 2 me in that 12-1969 dreaming interaction, turning the other and more recognized name of KASSEL into KRASSLE. 'R' as most of U know all 2 well, is the 12th letter of the English alphabet system, and KRASSLE has 7 total letters in its name, 1-2-3-4-5-6-7. Seven and twelve R most likely the two greatest numerations in all of Christianity, the 12 tribes of Judah and the holy 7th day that happens every week and as commanded us by the great SSJKK (Jehovah). But always remember folks, my dream was in middle December of 1969 and it was naught until middle 1970 somewhere that these two Dark Shadows movies began 2 come out 4 the public view, so I was first, not the show. The movies were named House of Dark Shadows and Night of Dark Shadows, and I don't remember which was which as far as what was first and then followed, nor do I remember the one that had the little girl named SARAH KASSEL, butTERCHEESE and yes Spellchecker, BUTT big ass, and regular but as well, only that only one had her, and naught both movies, oh lovely Mizz AT&T BLAKE, mahm'. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No goddessdamn wonder that I was mind-hacked twice, as this is naught a topic that obviously the ducking HALLS-FAWCES wants me to discuss, as this would B along the lines, and totally an under-exaggerated simile let me assure U all, with “airing their dirty lucking ass underwear”, YO YO YO-HA, ME'BRAHHHHHH! Hey YO folks, don't believe me, don';t fucking listen to ole' asshole stupid goddamn retard me. Watch the DARK SHADOWS TV-SHOW during that late 1969 into early 1970 period on DVD's, and C4 yourselves, as it is all as plain as noon and daylight on steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just can't make things one damn ass bit plainer than thisssssss, oh U lovely Mizz Erica Lucci AMC-SNAKES, from 1983. SO WOW-2-THAT-1 FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This trucking bunt stewing mouse is giving me more goddessdamn trouble and grief than an atom trucking bomb going the hell off around me. Jesus Christ Almighty. UC peeps, when things intermittently cause grief and persecution 2 someone such as me with this and many countless other mucking things with me as well, it is just naught rocket lucking science 2C that it is just naught in the deluded mind or some sicko imagination.
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