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ANOTHER DOOZIE-WHOPPER ROTTEN WEEKEND
I won't make this long, but I will make it good. I know that the smarter peeps out here has put a lot of junk this weekend like they never have B-4, unless they're completely damn brain-dead! Now despite my trying desperately 2 get away from locations and zones along with roulette and daughters, I find that this weekend has again and quite flucking magically, taken u s right back there, AGAIN. Just as I said years back now about not wanting 2 make this blog about my New York daughter, and unfortunately it seemed 2 just feed the quantum foam, like a board boat captain chumming the waters around his boat, trying 2 make pals with 2 of his fave shark-queens, Katharine and Mary-Lee, the great lovely Jewelly-sharks famous in the internet now from coast 2 coast, and in Mountainpen's case, from roast 2 toast! Yes, it appears that both D-Q as well as Q-D wins out continuously and quite goddamn consistently as well. Still, since Friday and as U all know only 2 frucking goddessdog well here, my property damage was off the scale, as my computer is certainly a part of my futhermucking property, wouldn't U all agree? Well, allow me 2 now get back 2 the game of roulette, the parallel event of my being struck with any kind and sort of PD (property damage, and not short here 4 the wonderful police department. My paralleling number 4 property damage Friday was only luke warm, and I know Y now, and this can indeed B used as an indicator and future predictor of more of the same 2 shortly arrive 4 me, so let me further explain here 4-U. When the parallel is only warm, this obviously means that this is only WARMING UP, in my goddamn case this weekend, MAJOR FLUCKING HEATING UP, and so yes folks, look at what went goddamn 1980 coworker Joe Sivo DOWN today, SUNDAY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! Like Hyundai car ad-spots from 2007 “DUHH-DERR”, it HEATED UP ALL RIGHT, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes on Friday I played 77 spins and after being down 4 most of the early and middle game and quite considerably, but within tolerable game-remaining parameters; the final 9 spins contained 7 of those numbers. 30 minutes I decided 2 play a new game on a new wheel and stopped after 44 spins, the ole' magical 1971 CHURCH FARM SCHOOL NUMBER. U know it, after making a paltry 26 units on game #1, & game #2 made me a whopping HUUUUUUUGE non Senator-Sanders 118 units, and totaling 4 the day 144 UNITS OF PROFIT, the largest daily take doing this harassment parallel event or HPE-roulette play method, all year long in this nightmare fruyucking 2023 year, belonging 2 the twin brother of Lightning Goddess DZA, the mighty Apollo-Lucifer Diabolis Krassle of DOGTOWN. He does not stay there a lot by the way. He tends 2 roam all around the purgatory, as well as many times even coming here 2 the mortal world 2 reek all kinds of hassles, troubles, woe-whiz-me havoc, and major horrendous problems!!! He is every bit as invisible on this mortal and Amy Cooley material world, as is HIS sister the ELECTRON, as SHE dreams here as well, and most Earthers think of as LIGHTNING, but it is any and all static in our entire biosphere system called the Earth-World and Mother-Nature, by many, in slang! TEE-HEE-HEE, Mizz Munster!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh so some of U have maybe noticed this year number thing 2? As in so many powerful things happening 2 the PPNR-Mountainpen in years ending in magic dice 7 numbers, and then we have those other digits as well, and this blog won't B lengthy enough 2 contain that separate topic, so Jim Rockford oh sir, we can always get back 2 both violent as well as slightly more pleasurable dances, am I right big boy, POW, OW, WHAAAAAAAA-AHA?????????
I had reasons 4 naught going 2 the TECHY-JOINT Mister WINN back Saturday, and no one needs 2-B made of these details 4 right goddessdog now, YO. Again Mister Rockford, sir. Tomorrow afternoon, I will absolutely B going 2-C me' peeps there, and then we shall C what we shall flucking C, great peeps out here! All things have reasons, some I feel more confident 2 get into with U all, and some naught.
All Time-----------------------------------------------360,156
Today-------------------------------------------------------1,220
Yesterday------------------------------------------------1,398
This Month----------------------------------------------7,299
Last Month----------------------------------------------1,647
I am going 2 tell one gigantic and beyond Senator Sanders HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE secret now after this death assault property damage weekend. I only eluded and talked around it B-4, giving U distant family relatives from the far south end of Abseacon Island, of a very world famous radio talk host DJ, and during my search 2 locate the great almighty SARAH KRASSLE, I met the family 4 a short time of this dude, the STERN FAMILY. They would not help me any more than the famous wonderful RUFFALO family, also from this same area and owners a large automobile dealership on the Julian Horse Pike near the drawbridge into Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG, Bobby and the gang. But ole' Howie boy actually not that far from time that I met and talked with his cousins in Longport; wanted 2 find me, and meet me; and this is truth, pure truth; AND HE EVEN WANTED ME ON HIS SHOW. I learned of this from reliable powerful people that I cannot betray confidences here and tell whom they R nor of those exact circumstances that all led up 2 my learning of these facts about this, from them, but will swear 2 this in court under oath any time, SHERIFF, FBI, well, I know that the flucking fibbies all know that this is all t rue aniwho, YO! So just Y did Mister famous disc Jockey H-S want me 2 come onto his radio show back earlier in the first years of this 3rd millennium, YO???? Well, some of it was because of my tapes that we all can learn of by simply going up 2 good old Mister Google, and then typing in, “CRACKPOTS FROM NEW JERSEY”. The site will come up and U will C a large section pertaining 2 both me, as well as if U study all of it, it tells U-2 also GOOGLE UP “CRAZY CURSING DUDES”, as there U will find both myself, as well as my COOLEY HALL CLASSMATE, SIR BRUCE ALAN PENNOCK, and yes, I recognized his flucking voice immediately from our teen days at the COOLEY HALL, it was absolutely him. In any event, I believe that Mister Stern wanted 2 learn some stuff about me, but my coworker over at the Cifaloglio place after I shared this with him one afternoon during a shift change between 2 security officers, told me that he was going 2 talk 2 his Staten Island girlfriend about something that pertains 2 both this as well as my daughter as she was in with the head chauffeur of 'MC's enterage', that worthless Spellchecker refuses 2 assist me and give me a proper spelling, after trying ten different tries, we all know that big stars have them, it is a large group of limousines and drivers and bodyguards. In any event, without boring anyone 2 tears and going on and on 4 at least twenty pages or so as it does get quite flucking complex, this girlfriend of Mister Roy Coral Weiler Senior, my coworker at Cifaloglio and author of a great published book called, “SECRETS OF THE MUSEUM” that all tie together into all of this in ways so goddamn flucking beyond outlandish and bizarre that no words other than Pentecostal tongues could ever properly nor adequately hope 2 address here. That book involved the future with me in Florida as well as the transdimensional life of me in his native city of EGG HARBOR CITY, NJUSAESMWG, and according 2 Mister R.-C. Weiler Senior, Mister Stern wanted not only 2 know about me because of those wild tapes, as some talked about finding from me on that Crackpots From NJ site, but, and yes sir, I absolutely do mean here BUTTERCHEESE, ButButButbuttuttbutbuttbut Library-Hacked-2010, BIG ASS BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT-BUTT and but folks, YO; he had plans 2 bring my daughter and me together, at least 4 one time, so as 2 discuss all of these nightmare problems; and absolutely led RCW's girlfriend 2 also believe that she wanted 2 talk 2 me every bit as I wanted 2 discuss stuff with her, and that she had been told that if she does not stop the Mizz Blake stuff 4 the second time at the MMM Park, and forget all about ever talking 2 me; that her career would B just the same as Madonna's great 1983 show closing curtains. Now how true and factual all of this all is is not 100 percent nor will I tell U on this blog that it is folks, BUTTERCHEESE-BIG ASS BUTT-but YO, the part about Mister Stern wishing 2 make an appointment 4 my appearing on his show was absolutely real. He 2 was major threatened shortly after this, according 2 Mister Weiler!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now this is all I want 2 say and I know that I have told way 2 much, mechanics, dream-visions,magical logos and fairy godmothers all notwithstanding her,e along with Philadelphia apartment numbers back in the days and times of the flucking Kennedy assassination. U know, as in 24-A, A-24, and LIONSGATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Oh Chester-Frank, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
BUTTERCHEESE AND BIG ASS BUTT and but, it is ANOTHER WORST DAY IN FLORIDA FOR THE POOR SICK ELDERLY MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!
SOOOOOOOOOO, WHAAA-HA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!
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“Y SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”
(The
epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council
and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE:
021809.951---(February 18, 2009)
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
I
liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler,
but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over,
and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end
4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word
program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little
while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer
crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing
stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop
popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will
B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with
somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog
further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem.
All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and
multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2
me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte
system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I
guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it
is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds,
PTL--PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a
couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is
eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night,
back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me
was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8
light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse
house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the
speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I
never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that
I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil
world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever
take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish
nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the
Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan
my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a
pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway,
New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will
understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists,
not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists,
Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity,
what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some
weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any
possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly,
and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a
projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond
our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply
because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self,
time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of
perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the
mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a
down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new
Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the
long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings;
there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not
correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner
self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not
really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it
leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the
summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming
house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between
Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension.
This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and
cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream
out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane;
or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals
call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep
finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come
over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4
right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days
with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna'
contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not
on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked.
It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4
life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW,
AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things
like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY,
back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your
life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing
suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an
illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same
dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and
realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U
jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go
on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy
amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have
existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night
at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is
so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get
icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it
will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by
Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the
heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep
waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then
die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up,
and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally,
that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a
dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional
existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty
truths were once up online on a website called,
www.morianity-foundation.com/
but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money;
nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I
am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me
one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back
up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At
least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is
that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so;
and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until
I click on it.
Long
story short, the
mail
was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9
room place,
with
rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways;
and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess
that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was
always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend
give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so
in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by,
PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office,
and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a
telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their
Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the
package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not
have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a
very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their
Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS,
looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book
of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I
called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2
death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction
with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank
Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a
coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid
looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these
crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho,
MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and
spoke
my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4
Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail
count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I
have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local
roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then
delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of
since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going
2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of
any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here,
Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail
me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I
played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an
IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit
profit.
Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our
usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he
does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently
with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the
upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been
fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China
Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2
keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as
he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2
bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful
blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U
my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day,
when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I
loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that
saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back
then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a
dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not
withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my
bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas,
and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at
the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told
me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but
she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great
Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of
the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so
sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my
poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked
all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom,
at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in
Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just
a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog
shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical
National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the
time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and
that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing
good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I
woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up
1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of
where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a
slightly shifted locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly
three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of
Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood
property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake
there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned
with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’
buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back
when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child
molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I?
Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the
Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise
Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!!
www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years
have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole
nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Y shouldn’t
a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well,
because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am
Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They
banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall
into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y
would I make this shit up, BRRRR?
GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND
KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and
blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Copyright Michael Wayne
Mountainpen-2009, and blog registered on an official registry
bloggers website.
E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N,
BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in
this or any other part of HS.
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This is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you ladies and gentlemen:
BECAUSE IT IS UNFAIR
BECAUSE I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT
BECAUSE I AM INNOCENT
BECAUSE I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY SCYLLA GODDESS.
BECAUSE I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.
GET IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????
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