NIGHTMARES AND MATHEMATICS R-2 ALWAYS COMPLETELY DEPENDABLE ITEMS 4 MOUNTAINPEN
9:00 AM, Thursday, August 24th of 2023
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I woke up 2 heavy rains and gloomy skies of which I totally Iove both of those things, so this is naught what caused some wild and beyond severe nightmares, as well as waking up 2 that major assault called demonic oppression, where the psychiatric industry confuses tat mental state with what they label as the mental illness of clinical-depression. Something beyond extremely odd and outlandish just happened that I need 2 say B-4 going on with this blog. The word above in RED FONT, LOVE, was showing on my Spellchecker system as an error-word with those little red squiggly lines underneath of it. I made it a word by adding it 2 the word system's dictionary with one tiny mouse click, but what world is this where I am now after these nightmares that woke my around half past seven from? Am I in a world where the word 'love' no longer exists, Mizz 1980 early June-day in 1980, huh great and illustrious United States © Copyright Office? Just three minutes or so after starting this blog, and after several weeks of totally quiet telephone stuff, I have received back 2 back calls on my landline phone on this putrid grass moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning that show up on the caller-ID-Comcast screen display as SPAM-CALLS, both having 772 area codes in different areas, one in my own town of Fort Pierce and the first one showing a 276 exchange number following the area code and a 'name unavailable' on the screen after that. Now I know that my distant as well as metaphysically created cousin, D. J. TRUMP, IS ATTACKING ME; as this is the day where he supposedly is being arrested, and the entire thing 2 me is one big joke, as if I had done one tenth of what he is accused of doing, convicted or naught Mizz lovely 1983 Blake, I would not B out on some measly bond where my 20 percent responsibility is a thimble in the Pacific ocean amount of twenty grass grand, and we all know this without the Mountainpen saying another single silly glass word, right, or WROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG, lovely 1980 TV-ad-spot shampoo girl???????? Christ Almighty, YO!!!!!!!!!
So I awakened out of this horrendous demonic and beyond realistic vivid lucid nightmare of being at some place that I think may have been my transdimensional life-long job at the Egg Harbor Super-Acme store that over here in this universe is right there where the potato chip factory stands and is just down the street of Route 561 non-Meeker, from the great and beyond surreal and illustrious Harborfields Detention Center of Atlantic County, NJUSAESMWG. I don't know 4 positve sure here folks, but think that I was there, and all of a sudden some coworkers who didn't like me decided 2 set me up and frame me 4 a crime I didn't commit, and pow, suddenly I found myself waiting outside of the store 4 the police 2 arrive and take me into flucking damn glass custody. In the wil;d nightmare, my doppelganger or my dreaming hyperspace double, did something that I over here would never ever do should I find myself in legal criminal trouble. I decided 2 make a break 4 it and began walking off down the road and into the dark night, and suddenly realized that I had been on the night shift and that this store was open 24-7 as many in this world here say, or round the clock. I found myself walking into some beyond strange locale, a building with nobody inside of it and stairs leading down 2 an extremely deep basement, and when I gtot down into that basement, I walked through a door and began 2 hear major raucous laughter just as the door slammed shut very hard right out of the ghost story plots on many of that great old 'Dark Shadows' television show episodes. Long story made short peeps, I was in a long hallway that just kept going seemingly without an end and I as well kept walking and walking along it. Finally after ten minutes of this long ridiculous non-Katy-Queen walking, there was yet another door in front of me that absolutely resembled the first door, as if I had walked in a gigantic circle, but I knew that this wasn't possible as if that were the case, who would build such an absurd long circular tunnel that led absolutely nowhere? I oopened the second door and walked into a very brightly lit large room, and suddenly realized that I had walked right into the County Jail. I even recognized from this world and universe, two of the Atlantic County Corrections Officers that were there, from my days with Ann King and going 2 the court room at the Prosecutor's Office, regarding Ann's daughter, the lovely awesome Evil Chuckie miserable life destroying and now thank the gods and goddesses, latengrate, Mizz Dawn-Marie King. I was being talked 2 all of a sudden out of nowhere, as if I had been in the place all along 4 hours and had been waiting in a front room area B4 booking and mug shot taking. The CO's then laughed and told me, that “I was going 2-B assigned a really piss-poor rotten public defender and 2 get ready 2 do some really hard time”, a total quote, YO. What the majority of human beings go through their lifetimes totally and completely unaware of, is that in our dreams, we use our starry or glorified or 'ASTRAL' bodies 2 explore the 5th dimension or the transdimensional hyperspace, and in this glorified or AMPLIFIED BODY SYSTEM made of pure ergs of energy, our emotions from a human life world perspective R amplified in unfathomable amounts and degrees and ways, and in this nightmare of TOTAL DOGTOWN CUBED, YO, 2 call my experience hellish and rotten 2 the core squared, and 2 quote ole' Sir Billy Harner here; would naught even B “SAYIN' SOMETHING, SALLY”!!!!!!!!
I
need watching over today, kind Sheriff KJM, please!
Now let me tell U all one final thing pertaining 2 both the casino
game of ROULETTE,
my new usage of what I have named in this MORIANITY-PROJECT-BLOGGING,
“Parallel
Event Applied 2 Roulette-2”,
and the most recent part of what I am going 2 part 2-U all here
right now, YO BRO! Quite naturally, I do not play this only on days
of what I now term and call, PLAY-DAYS, based on a more than 30 year
stretch of time now since the beginning of the 1990'[s, where I have
come 2-C the unmistakable pattern of several numbers that ALWAYS POPP
UP VERY QUICKLY AT ROULETTE WHEELS, during times of both HEAVY
HORRENDOUS AIR SIEGES, as well as times of major BOTBAR DAY STRINGS,
meaning 3 or more serious nasty-ass BOTBARS. There R also some
numbers that seem 2 come up way more than the long term play expected
38:1 ratio of each number's occurrence, during the times where
neither of these negative circumstances R indeed happening around me,
the poor pitiful pathetic and non-Ronstadt Mister Mountainpen.
BUTTERCHEESE
and BUTTTTTTTTTTT,
and big
ass BUTT-but
great awesome peeps out here; it is naught quite as dependable, and
not anywhere near as lucrative as my using the negative play system
as opposed 2 a positive play system. Still, another factor needs 2-B
considered in all of thissssssss, oh lovely
Mizz Erica Luccisnakes.
I still need 2 play on numerous days when I am naught under those 2
powerful negative items of either major death aerial sieges, or
strings of BOTBAR days of 3 or greater. If I played only on those
days, the system would of course break down eventually due 2 complex
laws of cosmos and mathematics that we need naught get into today.
However, when I play, the games would B on PAPER ONLY during the
times of the NON-NEGATIVE periods, as we will call this. But when the
negatives do come, strings of three or more BOTBAR DAYS or days of
major heavy death air-siege assaults on me; this is when the same
games R played, yes; but with one big difference here, they wouldn't
B played as PAPER GAMES, but actually would B played at the casinos.
I did not bother 2 get into all of this with my Blogaudians
initially, knowing that I would eventually get around 2 discussing
this PART-B so 2 speak, of the system of 'PE-A2R-2' (Parallel Event
Applied to Roulette number 2) as number 1 would B the old method of
comparing actual number outcomes of outside roulette bets with a
following spin on a 3rd
parameter being measured against the other 2 of its number, as all
numbers in roulette other than 4 the house-vig green zero number or
numbers, have 3 parameters of being either black or red, odd or even,
and low or high. Anyway, that is a powerful system that works, but
takes great patience as well as great discipline that few gaming
players R ever able 2 continuously apply 2 their trade of playing
this game. Let me tell U all what happened when playing the paper
games that would not have actually been played because they were
recorded on days of the positive-trends or days without heavy
death air sieges, or days not part of 3 or greater BOTBAR STRINGS.
During the summer months of June through August, I
have made close 2 seven hundred units profit,
or nearly 70 grand on the high roller buck-level, so divide
that by 20, 4 the beginner nickel level,
and still very lucrative and impressive.
But during these times, I played 15 games on some of the days of the
positives that would never really B played except on paper 2B
recorded by the 'G.W.-universe
of lovely Mizz Hewitt',
and guess what? 3 of those games would total as 70 units profit,
while the other 12 of them caused me a loss of 800 units, 4
a grand total loss of 730 units
and completely wiping out the system. This proves even further and
greater, that this will work and forever right until the day that I
croak or stop playing the game forever, either-or. As long as I play
and record numbers on both cycles, left and right cosmic
erg-subatomic spin; speaking in the verbiage of Quantum
Physics
here, I will B able 2 make a ton of money by actually
using OTAMMIC HARASSMENT and their endless death PERSECUTION on me.
I think after 4 decades of straight quintessential hellishness beyond
the unfathomable and inconceivable level, perpetrated by Trump
against me; this is more than a deserved little compensation, don't
all of U? Well, many haters of the Mountainpen out there, may well
disagree with that little sound bite, huh loyal Blogaudians??????????
I will sign off now at ten past ten this rotten moanin' groanin' moUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, but I will leave U all with this quick footnote, 4 the eighties © Examiners as well as me' loyal viewing Blogaudians and the haters-majority out there as well: I will move 2 Atlantic City next February, and this will all 'go down'!
DO IT LOVELY KATY-SAVANT, “THE END”!
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