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INECPHBI---2301--CH. 37
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SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY OF AUGUST 20, 2023
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INECPHBI---2301---CH. 36
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DEAR AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION
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INECPHBI---2301---CH. 35
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GONNA' KEEP POSTING UNTIL I START ME' NEW JOB IN 2 WEEKS
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BACK 2 WORK IN SEPTEMBER
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INECPHBI---2301---CH. 34
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So regarding the blog of CHAPTER 35---INECPHBI---2301, that little red DIAMOND, 4 any non-Neil-kneeling, standing, or Jewelly White non jewelry loving Willie Dark Shadows Loomis John Karlen folks out here, who may naught know it; is the RED TRIANGLE THAT SHOWS UP ON A BLOGGER'S Dashboard at the blogger dot come web-site, INECPHBI---2301---CH. 35,
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when a blog is in a censorship status; such as what is showing here in me' CAP-job folks, is what I am discussing when I tell U that the gods of censorship have recently awakened and R harassing me again, after a nice long period of slumber-off-time, YO BRAH!!!!!!!!!
INECPHBI-2301-CHAPTER 38 on an early Tuesday morn.
Peeps; 2023 has been one of the absolute worst and assaulted years and times, of civil and constitutional rights violations of myself, in this supposedly free nation, TEE-HEE-HEE-LILLY; and naught Cooley Hall's Lilly's Lilliputian Livery either; and I must have this recorded some place on an official record-document system, such as on the BOM (BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I not only registered 4 a class that will assist me in finding employment so that I can get away from my life the way it is and do something more productive than endlessly urinate my time away on a senseless blog that is naught being properly appreciated by this wicked evil rotten ole' weerlld in the tiniest wee whittle bitchin' bit, YO. I will still post up from time 2 time, but the daily and even weekly postings that come with present regularity, will all but cease after I am engaged in some relatively lucrative job on the weekends, as the state minimum wage is ten bucks per hour and a 24 hour job means a gross minimum mandatory amount therefore of a USD amount of 480 bi-weekly, so adding close 2 a grand to me tiny whittle social security income monthly will bring me 2 a place where I live a wee bit better, and fight these enemies in all ways possible without busting me' budget 2 all darn glass Dogtown. I will still post, and once I learn how 2 operate me' Galaxy-phone camera better, I will take photos and then post 2 my blogs, all of me' job aerial persecutions and then I plan 2 mail my sheriff's office, my blogging address, and tell them that I am also officially reporting A CRIME 2 THEM, SO THEY REALLY MUST READ AND VIEW IT, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, and if the WOMO-SPACEFORCE screws with me on the job, even one quarter as badly as they always did back in New Jersey, and they will, believe that good folks; well it is off 2 the races when the COUNTY SHERIFF'S OFFICE VIEWS IT ALL, AND THEN SEES IT ALL 4 THEMSELVES; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When I was sleeping last evening, I had A MONSTER NIGHTMARE, one of those violent dreams where someone was trying 2 murder me; AND I THINK THAT REASONABLE FREAKING GLASS PEEPS CAN AGREE, THAT SOMEONE IS QUITE OBVIOUSLY, RIGHT HERE IN ME' DAMN WAKING LIFE; ATTEMPTING CLEVERLY AND ABSOLUTELY COVERTLY, 2 DO JUST DAMN THAT! Make no mistake SHERIFF SIR, please YO; I have told my blogs 4 years that I am very major close 2 committing suicide with all of this hellishness endlessly being perpetrated upon me, and what do these stinking rotten prick WOMO-SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES do? U know it; they pour it on all the more, just trying 2 make me kill me'self, so if that ain't goddamn ATTEMPTED MURDER SIR, then all that I ask of U kind sir is 2 tell me then, just what the Dogtown is, YO?????????????????????
Now I did naught check WALL STREET results on my streaming news services yesterday, but I will bet the markets totally flew after the week I was given all week long other than 4 a tiny break on Saturday, but yes, 6 out of 7 hellish monstrous days, and don't tell me the markets didn't flucking absolutely frikkin' FLY, YO!!!!!!!!!! I won't waste anyone's time posting-capping another master sheet copy of when I am up they R down and vice versa etcetera, as U all know all of this quite well by now, as well as me' endless nightmare reality of suffering with this intolerable and inconceivable ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY ASSAULT FROM WOMO-SPACEFORCE-SPAMMENIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The entire rotten mess began when I was out on a local errands at the beginning of last week, and then came home 2 my entire entertainment center crashed down half way 2 the floor from a sudden mysterious breakage of me' landlord's coffee table that I place the system on top of, Mister Whales Checkoff of Star Trek's fantastic 1986 movie, YO PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! After thissssssss oh lovely Mizz Erica Cane Susan Luccisnakes mah'm; it just went Coppertop on me, U know, it just kept on going and going and going without even trying in the wee least whittle bit of looking back, YO wonderful awesome peeps out there, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here we go again, mommy and Dock freaking Shriner from back in rock chucking early autumn of 1971. Mizz Jane thistlethorns Sleazeweedsdisease Notfondauonebit, just frikkin' glass got me with her rotten diseased sicko page elevenof eleven from her eternal never ending ballpark-1993 Atlanta Georgia-USA assault on the future Mountainpen from a night so putrid and evil back then, that not even a blog could properly ever discuss it, and not even with tons of horrendous cuss words used!!!!!!!!!!!! I now will need of course, 2 runt phlegm hate here with me' groupings of five numerations, YO!!!!!!!!
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It is now 1:37 on this rotten sicko diseased evil monstrously horrible Tuesday early morning on this 22nd day in August of 2023, and yes world, one of my absolute major glass WORSE SUMMERS OF ME' ENTIRE GODDESSDOG LIFE, 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 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 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As I said, beginning right around now folks, since no one wishes 2 plug this blog and assist a poor ninny who is having such monstrous and unfathomable woe-whiz-me hassles in life under me' inconceivable HUNTINGTON NIGHTMARE CURSE IN THIS 3,000 YEAR OLD FAMILY DATING BACK 2 KING DAVID AND NAUGHT SOME MICKEY MOUSE NAMED-AFTER KING-HOTEL IN ATLANTIC CITY, NJUSAESMWG YO; these blogs will most definitely B coming now a lot more sporadically, and a whole damn glass lot less frequently, but they will keep a coming, ACLU,v FBI, and WC-HAGUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT, ME' BRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!! I will go on in future chapters with the BAF-DAD nightmares, the dream maze that I firmly and fully believe and even KNOW that 10 percent of this world's population R all in, and so much more will all get spoken and told, and believe THAT, all wonderful peeps and dauts out there!!!!
I also plan 2 begin stuff that U can't even fathom right now, oh grate Blogaudians, “OH BOY”!!!!!!!!
DO IT LOVELY SAVANT KATY, DO IT GOUUUUUUUD, ALL BUS SMELLS----”THE END”.
What I have not told, ties a lot of things or recent events, of both myself, and the interactive nightmare around me; up all neat and tidy with a pretty bow on mother ducking top of it. Oh yes sir, yes mah'm! When the two electrical outlets went off and back on three or four times; I was on the phone with Mike Patterson, who called me out of the blue, about the lottery that everyone is so buzzing about; and all of this happened right after I blogged how I already knew the number, which was one of my Morianity-Experiments, where I admit to making up a tale to get a reaction from the Milituforce enemies, and within a week or less, on an averaged out time frame, I always come clean and tell how this was a lie, yes; but it was just an experiment to get a Ron Wirtz 1994 National Park, New Jersey reaction!!!!!!!! Ever since my dirt bag metaphysically created distant cousin, ran for president; matching the time frame perfectly to that mother ducking day, that I went to my looney tunes fruit cake factory clinic, back last June somewhere; and experienced that off the dials death assault from the Milituforce Otammites, or the (WOMO) for shortened abbreviation; this began. It had nothing to do with my going out that day to the Oven-Beach, (VERO) Florida-USA, Treasure Coast Community Health place. This was purely a real true occasional ''coincidence'', and what really is happening is my cousin is using his famous between us and only us, covert invisible stealthy tactics of APPLIED INTENTIONALLY CREATED PARALLEL EVENT. Every time he or his pals inflict misery and attack and pain on me in some way, his wealthies benefit, or he does, either or. This has been going on since the middle mother fuckiGN eighties with us, and one of these days, I will reverse engineer a recording, and he will vanish. Oh he will be here, physically, just no longer this dirt bag magical man of mystery, that HIM will be gone forever, back to where it came from, the land of my open reel recorder an dits great magic. I have carried this Huntington mother fucking curse on my back like a heavy clawing monkey, for a very long pussy huffing time, folks, and I am very cunt chewing sick and tired of this god dam mother fuckign bull shit; so let me tell you all right here and now, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I wish to the mother fuckiGN gods that my only enemy was my metaphysical cousin. Exploratron Patty-Paula has also caused me lots of trouble. But only with a bunch of powerful people beyond what any of you could even reason or conceive of, can this entire conspiracy against me be carried off in such incredible mother fucking detail and precision. If there was no Trump, I would be able to have AT&T go into court with me, and verify dozens of telephone records from my past, conversations such as when my number was (609) 783-4020 in 1975, as well as late 20th and early fucking 21st century telephone conversations and hang up calls. You know the mother fuckiGN funniest part of all was how I almost cried as a little scum bag toddler in my grand parents Philly home at 440 South 50th Street, when I learned of the telephone, and was told it would not reach where my grandfather was, in ''heaven'', you know, the story we all get told whether we believe in religion and that sort of shit or not, when someone dies and we are just little mother flucking children. Real funny, you Astral mother mucking gods, real real mother clucking funny, YO!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAA-HA-AHA-AHA-AHA-WABBIT!!!!!!
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GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 45
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Oh Miss lovely Blake from 1983's AT&T, and Mister Rambo from the following year:
Hey, do we really need 2 guess them, folks, or don't we have a perdy dern good idea just who many of them truly R, YO???????? SHEEEEEE-IT!!!
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