HOLDING AT BOTBAR AT 3 PM ON FRIDAY, 1-5-2024
01:40 PM, Friday afternoon, January 5, 2024
This has been a bad day and is holding at bottom of the barrel unofficially rated as of just shortly after three of the clock on this mildly rotten Friday damn disafsternoon, and is filled with a lot of annoying hellishness since it began when I woke up at around 02:40 this goddessdog photo removal club of Mizz Blake teases from 1983 and onto infinity or so it seems 2 me sometimes YO, on this Friday afternoon of the 5th day in this 1st month of the year of 2024, and I am not handing the scum-hole OTAMMITE enemies a full out BOTBAR; not quite yet YO BRAHHHHHHH. I just realized that I am writing the '3' hour when I mean 2-B putting in the '1' hour, as it is now exactly 1:48 PM, and 3:00 is over an hour away still. All sorts of weird things have started happening with me now since right shy of the time that I began blogging my 2nd blog of this goddessdog day, YO!!!!!!!! First, there was some weird crap with my electronic equipment that never should have happened, and again right now when trying 2 make a spelling correction added-2-dictionary in my word program, and it came out as if I had right clicked over an okay word not underlined, two times and then on the 3rd try it acted normally and allowed me 2 make the correction. So far today, it has been lots of damn noise, health and bowel assaults, difficulties in getting some medical junk taken care of with several agents and systems, some weirdness even 4 the Mountainpen, and endless smaller annoyances that we all can of course depend on most of the time, so Y even bother 2 make any lists? I played a roulette game using the numbers that on these type of days with scattered multiplexed persecutions and either BOTBAR or close 2 it at BOTBUR, the 5 multiple numbers R the hottest 4 my playing them, and I won on the 4th spin and quit with an 8-UNIT profit. HERE COMES MY DOG COMPUTER HACKING, RIGHT ON FLUCKING CUE, WORLD OUT THERE, AT 01:54 PM; AND ANOTHER NASTY DIRTY GLASS ROTTEN STINKING CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATING (SMALL-BOX)-HACK, YO!!!!!!! This brand new hack in 2023, just came out of the mother ******* true blue Amy Cooley queen of material worlds; and this is the same computer that I have had and used ever since purchasing it late in the year of 2010, over at the Fort Pierce Walmart Store, with my coworker, sir Clay Coins. So then me' glass shoal mother trucking point here is indeed quite simple. If this is not a HACK, Y all of a sudden is this happening?????????? Stop handing me that 'mommy-dearest' annoying “It's an old car-----syndrome” either; as items getting older is one thing, but it does not automatically explain how suddenly weird annoying junk starts happening out of absolutely goddamn nowhere, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes peeps; I knew that I would win quickly with one of the 7 multiples of number 5 on my APE-ROULETTE, and I did; and even though many would scoff at my walking away with an 8 unit profit, my response right back at anyone out here is simple: “IT SURE BEATS THE DAMNED DOGTOWN OUT OF AN 8-UNIT LOSS”!!!!!!!! Folks, I wanted 2-B sure I could win my game today, and I heard that 'LITTLE DAMN VOICE' inside of me telling me that if I wasn't gonna' B satisfied with that nice quick tiny wee tad bit of non-Patty Hollister profit, then it would possibly B a real super BOTBAR disastrous day 4 me today; and I was naught gonna' take the chance of my little inner-voice being right!!!!
One year is no different than another one, just as months and days and weeks and hours all R no different 4 me, naught when all the crap is all averaged out. It all fits into this brand new and EVER SINCE 15 AUGUST OF 1986 pattern of quintessential mysterious endless unexplainable intrigue and supernatural nonsense, and yet, I know it is all totally completely real, and I also know that most of the peeps who come 2 know about me and me' life, also do as well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes folks, I admit 2 seemingly having this annoying habit of acting like new times R really new as in nothing like this has ever been, when in actual truth, all I need 2 do 2-C the error of me' goddessdog ways and total fallibility of my thoughts with this, is 2 archive and study me' own blogging works just since back exactly 18 damn glass years ago now in the year of 2006. Another super annoying recently new additional hack on me is the key strike right 2 the left of the (') key, the (;) key. The blogs over the past half year or more R seemingly suddenly filled with that annoying plucking goddamn deal of when I say so often 4 example, “I had a bad time over there, and even me'; hat blew off me'; head in the wind”. Yes great Treasure Coast International Airport peeps who watch me and me' air-lights porch system when they sporadically drive through the place, and with the permission of the co-op officers, and U will C my warning air-porch lights on both front and rear, most likely now I will leave them on 4 several days and nights maybe even a week or more, as this aireal shullbit is beyond a major hellish annoyance, and sooner or later, some stick head futhermucker will crash into something and then perhaps the local media in Palm Beach will pick up my entire story and this blog will go super goddessdog viral overnight all around the entire pwanet, oh Mister Elmer Wabbit Warner Bwothers Fwuuuuuuuud!!!!!!!! JEEZ-LOUISE.
Oh by gosh by golly, forget holly and kissing bushes; this is so dead ass serious, there are no words; Auntie Dearest!
MARCH 9, 2014,
SUNDAY MORNING AT 3:08,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 58 DEGREES FNHT.
Journal cassette tape number 25,734 equivalent
I had a nice eight hours of 'sleep' or close to it, something very rare for me now in my old bunt tapping age, folks. I was a regular normal TYPE-1-EXPLORATRON, as we all are unless practicing an unusual set of mental exercises, which are to go to sleep and set the alarm for about two thirds to three quarters of the time that you normally sleep, say if you are a six hour sleeper, setting it for four hours. You get us just long enough to perhaps grab a half glass of water and take a leak. But before you even fall back into bed, you mentally 'day-dream' on a place that you wish you were, this could be anything from on some vacation to just being at the residence of anyone in this world you would want to be for any possible reason. It could be your teacher, your preacher, your grand parents place in the country, or the home of Elvis Presley when he was a young man. “The possibilities”, to quote lovely Elizabeth Montgomery, back in that sixties show on TV, called Bewitched, “are endless”. Do not think about one other thing other than this, and within one minute you will be back asleep, only you will be awake in your doppelganger self in some parallel universe, where indeed, due to the mathematical immensity of the fifth dimension, you will be there, because you in this alternate reality, are there. The second you are there, you need to take command and tell yourself, I just did this, hay that buttwipe Mountainpen is no fake phony grassmole, this works; so let me do the next thing he says. That would be to say to yourself, “I really am here, and now I can choose to take over my other self, and become a true transdimensional somnambulist”. Sleep walkers are nothing more than TYPE-2-EXPLORATRON travelers, in the stage of experimentation, invisible to you as you are in the same reality as the one asleep and walking, but inside that sleepwalker, is their double from another dimension in the multiverse, in the D-5 or FIFTH DIMENSION. I was only a TYPE-1-EXPLORATRON, but am planning on telling a powerful story, as we begin the opening minutes of DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME, HERE IN AMERICA; and my own stupid invention, from a long time ago.
Recently, the temperatures here have been heavenly, less than eighty with nice dropping overnight breaks from any heat. This won't last much longer so I am sucking it all up while I can like a dry sponge striking a universe of ocean. I fell asleep around just past two yesterday afternoon, Saturday, and slept until just past ten last night. Somewhere towards the end of the period, I was inside of powerful vivid dreaming interactions. I knew it, but had no control, as I did not take the normal steps of mental exercise to allow for this brain to Mind-Realm connection circuitry, to make this all operate in this mode. Just why it does, by the way, don't ask me, just know that I know, that indeed folks, it does. So I had no control, but I was in a very vivid situation, powerless to make my doppelganger do anything, hence, it was doing what it wanted to do, in this particular world reality. I was traveling a lot, and unlike the days of the early and middle eighties, in the parallel universe where I was employed as some traveling promotion agent for the S-DAY-LAUDER peeps, I am spelling it as it sounds and have no idea how it is properly spelled; but unlike with this, I was not any kind of sales rep or anything remotely connected to this kind of situation, and fully know that, as my double fully knew quite naturally, what he was doing in his life, and I was just along for the ride, for lack of a better way of saying it. I was in a large restaurant and everyone was filing out for some reason, and I was suddenly there by myself, possibly as the guard, as I have done a lot of this type of work here in this universe, but in cosmic fifth dimensional truth, that really is totally meaningless, as we all have universes where we all have done every possible thing, and been every possible one of us; and have interacted with every possible one of us, in every possible relationship. This seems beyond inconceivable, but that is only because numbers like one times ten to the power of a quadrillion are so beyond the reach of your mind, and this is a pin head amount of the total of these universes next to the real total amount of them in all of the entire multiverse or the hyperspace. Anyway, my Aunt Geraldine Snow was suddenly there, and after a while, I knew that this was not my aunt, and just as I realized this, in walked my parents who I totally knew in this universe, were not my parents. Then five people ranging in age from 12 to 30 for a best guess on my part, also were coming into this place, and they all seated themselves around a very large square table with a red and white tablecloth with checkerboard type pattern, and then blue stars were inside many of the multiple squares. I suddenly looked up and I observed a sign on the wall, and it said, THE RED WHITE AND BLUE LODGE. Later I came to learn that this was a mountain retreat for skiers, and that this family, of which I was no part of there, appeared to be the owners of this quite large and quite gorgeous establishment. They saw me sitting at a table across from them and totally ignored me, so I pretended to have a stroke, and grabbed my head and fell down off of my chair. Instead of helping me however, the two older guys who might have been my brothers only they were not in this parallel reality, began mercilessly kicking me in the head and ribs. They had sneakers on and even though blood was pouring from me, I was not mortally wounded, but I found myself tied up in the back room after going unconscious. My Aunt Geraldine Snow who was not my Aunt over there, told them to all leave the room. She then proceeded to ask me who I was and why I am there, and why I faked having a stroke. I was still bleeding and told her if someone would call for medical help, and let me have a wet cloth to hold on my messed up face following my beating; that I would then tell her what I was able to. With that she punched me real hard right smack on top of my shoulder, then took off her shoe and began to beat me on the top of my head with it. While the beating was going on, someone from inside the main area hollered out, ”turn on the damn grass music, so that we don't have to hear the prick yelling so much”. Suddenly I could hear the word 'MY' and then a really loud drumbeat, and then the song that I wrote back in early August of 1986, called, “Real Good Girl'', began playing on a powerful system. I heard my own rotten voice singing it, and the powerful loud crashing of the cymbals and the loud drum like sounds from numerous fake things that made those sounds, right down to me pounding my fists hard on the floor of my landlord's home in Cherry Hill, at 1931 Route 70, AKA the Marlton Pike, East. After the song was over, I noticed that another sign was hanging in the room that I was in, saying, CONGRATS TO THE GRADUATES OF CHELTENHAM HIGH. For those who just may remember from blogs around 2010, I had a powerful interaction about my cousin Donald, and my cousin Sandy; and part of it was about them telling me to go over to that high school, in Pennsylvania, and just exactly why; I could not, and still cannot; begin to imagine the reason. I have never even been to Cheltenham, Pennsylvania. Two words are in this town's name that are real actual words, if you notice; TEN, and HAM. Biblically, the ten commandments and people refusing to live by them, in the days of Noah, who had a son by the name of HAM, along with Japeth and 'SHEM'; matching the first syllable in the name with one half of the letters, and also being the word of 'HE', and other than for these Babylonian super sleuth clues, Kim Wild Weird-Chords; I do not know what else to say regarding this. What I will tell you, is that, and I know some of you out here have had this happen in your lives so don't bother denying it; but I realized this was a 'dream' that I had in part, on numerous other occasions, not in any serial order, but it was as some call these things, 'recurring dreams'. I always liked that 'L&O' episode where the lawyer Dworkin tells the jury of his recurring dream with going out to work naked, in New York City, how his day started in the subway, then onto the way it continued at work, with Susie, and so forth. Still, I am in this parallel universe a lot, in my present life mind energy as a TYPE-1-EXPLORATRON, and for the first time now, as a TYPE-2, and now after I tell you a little bit about this folks; maybe you will understand when I tell you that I definitely plan to go back as a TYPE-3, (T-3-E). Suddenly there was nobody anywhere, not in this room behind the main dining hall, or in the main areas either. Now I found myself walking completely outside and noticing huge snowy mountains, and a huge sign advertising this lodge, and lots of folks all waiting for a ski lift to take them to the top of a ski area. All of a sudden, one of the most awesome beautiful young hunny's that I ever saw in me' entire life, almost a twin of that tall goddess on the old Lizzy McGuire show staring delicious Hillary Duff, back early in this century on the Disney channel or Nick, or whatever. Looks like Microsucks Spellchecker needs some plucking Viagra, not recognizing a commonly used term that I attempted spelling three different ways. Anyway, the girl was like the popular goddess of the school, by the name of KATE. This is very much how this girl appeared, only as tall as Kate was in the show, this giant teen goddess had to be a foot taller, and towered over everybody; and was wearing the most beautiful colored jacked, and had long light brown hair, much like the great Sarah Krassle. She came up to me and began telling me that it won't work, and to leave the place, and she repeated it over and over. My doppelganger just kept saying back to her, not to get involved in it. This is when I turned and found my car, parked and unlocked, keys already in the ignition, in the lot close to the ski lift. I got in and began to drive away, and within ten minutes, this goddess passed me and tried to make me stop my car, and this went on quite a while until I stopped, and she then got into my car after pulling hers over to the side of the road and shutting it off. This is when she told me they are never going to let me know where they hid the 74-WP. I then found myself pulling over and begin discussing this with her. I asked her all sorts of questions, I didn't, but this doppelganger 'other me' was doing it; with me along for the ride. She eventually told me that she could help me get it, but that the price would be for me to sign the papers. After a while, I realized what these papers were. Her father was the owner of some large NASA connected private company that wanted to have the details about Sunram's DE system. She did not seem to even know about these details, only speaking in ways that I was suddenly able to catch on, due to what I knew. Then things changed in some ways that did not pertain to here in my world now where I type this, so I cannot begin to figure it out. She said I had to go to Staten Island, and tell that meddling girlfriend to stop trying to get that lawsuit going. All this other me kept saying is that I had no power to tell her anything, and then she kept telling me that I did indirectly, and that I needed to keep Mister Java Queen out of their affairs. This went on a while, and she then asked me to take her back to her car and I did so. When I drove off, I thought that she had driven the other way and back up the ski resort, but somehow she decided to turn around and again, started chasing me and passing me, and doing all kinds of maneuvers in her vehicle that made me finally pull over again. But this time she then put her car in reverse and came parallel to mine, and a passenger was in there with her, and it was, well, I wanted to say, my Aunt Geraldine Snow, but she is not my Aunt over there. Her window rolled down, and she aimed a large magnum, the same type gun that record promoter Lenny McKinnon pulled on me in the summer time of 1980 in Philadelphia when he insisted that I run a red light near city hall across Broad Street one hot ass afternoon in late July. Then I heard shots, and the left side of my body was on fire. Literally, on fire, not like the expression goes when someone is shot, and it feels like this type of agony. I was on fire, and the car caught fire. This gun shot out something, and it was not like a flame thrower, but more like small tablets that came into my window and just burst into flame. The car began speeding away ahead of me, and I stopped my car and tried to run outside, but the door would not open. I remember the agony of burning and burning, and me screaming for minutes so loudly that I had no voice left. Then like magic, it was just past ten at night, and I was here, and that was over.
However, the eye problem came back once I crossed back over to here. I'll have to get it looked at next week by doctors. There R some weird sounds coming from the hallway in the middle of my sleep time, and I cannot be totally sure which universe it was coming from, nor how it could effect the sound. We all know that the same sound is two different things most of the time, in two universes. I used to be inside of 'dreams' back in 1964, where buzzing birds or machines were doing something around me, and then I would come back to here, and it was my father in the bathroom of the 125-A Haddon Hills apartments, with his electric shaver, shaving himself.
JOURNAL TAPE 25,734 continues onward, L-4. It goes from bad to worse, to worse-even-more, to holy lucking Jesus Christ; so be sitting down for this daily update and report, folks, pweeeeeeeeeze, BRO! I went up on the computer to check my e-mails which I had not done in about 4 days give or take, and had some real weird difficulty with my Comcast Account, where my address is mountainpen@comcast.net. I think your message finally went through, SEABOTTOM, as even though I got only a circle with a red line through it as a response to my hitting the SEND, I also did this on a few other e-mail places, and think they went through, but still cannot be sure, as one was the Copyright Office, and they sent me a confirmation that they did get my note, but I had also left a voicemail on someone's machine on the telephone, so there is no was for me to be positive, either way. Normally I get a flashing quick MESSAGE SENT prompt, but this is not happening, to quote lovely Judge Judy.
UP-UP-UP-UP, FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There are a lot of things I really want to say and tell. If I told, I would be so plucking dead!!!!! Oh sweet mother of Viqueen gangs of the human equivalent Quoddy Mockers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU MISSED ME, MIZZ DIRTWEEDS DISEASESLEAZE JANE!
ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, USA is a place that from the very beginning, I knew something was very very very wrong, oh lovely beautiful 1984 Ingrid. I just hope someday before all is said and done, whoever is really most responsible for all of my woes from this city of evil and power, can scream out the last words of, I AM REALLY GOING DOWN THE TOILET. Then maybe, some, not all; but some of this shkit will have been worth it, YO!!!!!!!!!!
SO WILL GODDESS GET ME FOR THIS, LADY FROM LONG BEACH ISLAND, WOW; AND IS THERE SUCH A WORD AS PROPHETESS??? IF NOT, DON'T YOU ALL THINK THAT THERE SHOULD FREAKING GAS BE, YO YO YO YO?
Yes Terry Egghead Harbors, I am most definitely an imperfect little human being, in total control over the Endless Miseries Club of Planet Earth, but not in control of a whole lot else, mah'm. Sorry about that 1986 Maxwell Smart Chief. Blare those video games at me, brother!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GREAT FOLKS, YO, I HOPE YOU ARE ENJOYING THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, ALSO KNOWN AS THE 'BOM', COINCIDENCE YOGI????
Silwee WHAAAAABIT and others; I am here, just as I told the great UNITED STATES © OFFICE, back in dancing McDonald's 1988, with my tune called, ''PROPHET OF NOTHING'', WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! Very few things really change, as it is not things or people that change, merely energy movements rearranging in the vast hyperspace fifth dimensionally. W---O---W!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAHA!!!!!!!!
You go TIGER MARK!
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SUCH A GREAT COSMIC NUMBER, 'STEW' MASON.
HERE WE GO AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bobby McDowell of Fort Wayne, Indiana, United States of America, ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My posting of the Jupiter inlet is always coming out blurry, yet on the real website itself, it does not. Another hack given to me by that lovely group of nice fine fellows and lassies, the groovy wonderful 'WOMO-MILITUFAWCE', Huh, Mister Hall????????????????????
For the record and getting on with Thirty-Fourth miraculous clauses, cases, and Patty Hollister's from 1975; permit me UNCLE ON BENT GOZZWALD KNEES HEINZ, to just say this little squib here, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am going to be TELLING HUGE FUCKING SECRETS TO PEEPS BEYOND THIS PUNY BLOG VIEWERSHIP. 2020 IS A GOOD TIME TO GET SHIT ALL CLEARED UP, SYMBOLICALLY, BUT WE WON'T BE WAITING THIS LONG, JAMES T. BURR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll start with this quick little one that is not going to cause anyone anywhere even the slightest bit of pain or agony, and is more than true and more than deserved. The Bonjovi peeps told me that my blogs make me sound so angry all the time, and they wonder why???????? THEY WONDER WHY. Well, grab a big mirror and put it in front of you. You are merely the latest group of such nice wonderful peeps, that make me what I am, and cause me to write so many angry words. If you have to really wonder, then you know what?????? This entire world might as well just go right mother ducking back to swinging from tree to tree on nice juicy thick vines. There is no use in me saying another darn plucking word, not now and not here, and not anywhere at all, lovely DZA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS.
“BE BLUNT, OR BE IGNORED; A SHAME BUT TRUE”
Even when I am totally in your trucking face and flat out blunt as all knit cubed in Daddy's Cuba, Dawny TPB Terra. They don't hear, Uncle Jesus Carpenter, and great U.S. © Office, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I want so bad to be subtle and say a thousand cool things, but nobody gets most of my story when I come out shouting from rooftops, and king-dogs from AC-NJ; with extremely blunt and major controversial statements and facts. I had plans this weekend to see Mikey on the island, but my horrendous toothache put the kibosh on that. The agony was quite intense until last evening after the weekend was over. Too coincidental to be a coincidence, huh Mister Berra-sports, well; I certainly agree with you old pal. No need to ever try twisting my freaking arm. Very sorry folks, it is never really my intention to cause any suffering to innocent people. WOW-THAT, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To function back in the days when this world was transitioning into a totally different animal than ever before, and those too young to know this, simply don't; but it takes a lot of money and flowing readily available liquid capital. The main vehicle that was created for only one purpose, their purpose, a long time ago; is indeed, the MARKETS. But why did things go nuts after early 1983, when the DJIA for the first time in its long history even then, crossed over the three digit mark and into 1000+ points, forever? Well, this would take years to type up and tell, and I will tell bits and parts here and there; but there really is no short story that can be made about this beyond inconceivable monstrosity!!!!
CONVERSATION IN 1979 WITH A MYSTERIOUS MR. CALDWELL:
Someone told me that metals will not be inexpensive much longer, and that he did not wish to say more. Naturally I pressed and pressed the dude until he broke and swore me to secrecy. It does not matter because he disappeared and his entire family disappeared, about a year or so later, some time in the year of 1975. But I will tell you what he said. He said a huge secret was learned accidentally by members in his family about Fort Knox, and that the place was secretly being expanded underground, new tunnels that went very deep into new areas being excavated. A huge river, an underground river was just below where the bottom foundation was, and that after all of the gold in the entire place was taken to its new areas, a break in the foundation below it all caused the river even below that, to begin seeping in, and men had died trying to get the gold out of there. They were unrecognizable and had to be secretly disposed of. This river from the subterranean depths had an extremely high acidity, due to some volcanic action nearby even below this. All he said to me was it cannot ever ever come out, or the world would collapse, but all of our gold was literally eaten away by this river of pure acid. They closed up the tunnels, with a loss of dozens of super hushed up workmen, and that was that. I asked him how the invention had anything to do with it, and he said that his grandchildren were going to be drilled and drilled to use this on a grand scale someday like around 2020 or so, his exact words and timing, not mine. I still said, so what? He said this machine's side effect is beyond incredible, but it needs to be refined and worked on, and will take decades, but it will be able to be done; and what it will do is turn magma and lava material, when mixed with this chemical in small doses, and hundreds of gallons of normal seawater, into gold, pure total solid gold. Someday the price will be pennies a pound, but for the next number of decades, until this device can be finished, metals will soar because of the problem at Knox. I never saw or heard from him again, and 9 and a half years later, his good friend Jim Burr gave me the old invention of the weird laptop, before there were laptops, in exchange for a magazine that I had. He was madly in love with Connie Chung the newscaster. This was the 1978 September issue of STAG, a dirty filthy mag like Penthouse or Playboy or a million others out there in the dirty book stores. In this magazine that most copies were confiscated, were dozens of naked disgusting shots of this international news broadcaster, Connie Chung. I took the invention down to Orlando Florida with me, but it ended up in the streets of Washington, DC before arriving down in Orlando in December of 1983, and nobody needs to know any of this, NOBODY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I did not get into these parts that I am adding in for the sake of these blogs and my life journal records; but what I did tell my brand new stock broker, Mister Dennis Caldwell; was the forbidden story of Fort Knox, and I laughed and said, I'm sure it is all a bunch of bullskhit. But the look on his face was beyond the look a man would give you if you just told him that you raped his teenaged daughter and his wife, both together. I don't think I ever saw a look on a face like this, not even in a movie. He jumped up out of his seat telling me, and I remember it well, ''Be right back old man'', one of his expressions, I came to learn, as I looked like a 16 year old boy in those years. He came back and told me if it's OK with me, can I leave now, I have seen the brokerage and he had given me lots of time, and now must get back to lots of stuff he needed to do. While he said this to me, phones were ringing off of the hook, and the place went from half asleep to a mad house. I got home and it was after business hours, it was a long drive back in rush hour traffic, to Audubon, New Jersey and Audrey Heller's place. Next morning while dead to the world, Audrey at her job and me alone in the house, Dennis called me and said, after I said hello, and he said ''Mark, it's you right'', and I said yeppir, or something like that, half asleep. He then said, ''LOCK LIMIT UP''. I said to him what's that mean? He said that is good, your position in the palladium contract was at maximum profit, and already no longer able to even trade today. Next morning he called and did not wait for me to say it is me, and he said, ''LOCK LIMIT UP''. This was the beginning of the gold rush. I know I started it by telling the great Zvonko Knox secret, real or not real, who can ever know, but I had no intention of trying to manipulate a plucking metal market. Right after this, that work off wealthy HUNT, from HUNT FOOD, did indeed go onto corner the silver market, and this is a historical fact that anyone out here can check out with simple Googling. Now many chemists know that nothing can make gold tarnish or in any way injure it. Actually, it can be melted as the great mints of the world all know, and it can all flow away, deep into the earth. I never meant to say that this is not what happened, but when I do not share an entire story at an exact time that I tell it, maybe I have very justified reasons for my otherwise methods of madness, as many feel with me, is the case. Hay Mashell and others, YOU'RE ALL ENTITLED, AS AM I, TO YOUR WONDERFUL OPINIONS. I just happen to know a little bit that other people on this planet don't. This is a fact, and the entire world is fucking free to call me a goddang gas liar, anytime, any place, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!! SO LIMIT UP, BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH SHKIT, does anything that resembles ducking normalcy, ever become a part of my screwy weird life, ladies and gentlemen????????
If anyone out here reading me even for one or two years, let alone 3-8; really thinks you have been told all the huge slit about my life, you are about as far off base as all the baseball game stolen base losses all put together, and tripled!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You honestly have only been given a smattering, about musical saga's, Jefferson supergirls, and great wonderful powerful Aunt Oz Geraldine's; all notwithstanding here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CURRENT TEMPERATURE 57 DEGREES FNHT.
Feels 100! Actually that is a lie, it feels quite nice tonight. TEE-HEE-HEE, Lilly Munster.
CURRENT NUMBERS ARE BELOW AT END OF BLOG, YO!!!
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COME BACK TO ME ROSEANN DELANEY, IN ANTY FORM, YO!!!!!!!!
Back in 1977, I met a real quirk cough named Jan, who did sound recording and thought he was a little god at the age of twenty-nine. He had a little studio in a music store in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, where I did a total of five songs between 1977 and 1980, and he did such a rotten job, that Howard Solomon at the RPL Studios in Camden, New Jersey; reworked the mixes to make them a little more alive and a little bit better. But just exactly how does Jan Nace and Dennis Caldwell of the Clayton Brokerage, all fit together as I told that it does, a while back; you may still be wondering, folks? Well, for openers, TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS from universes all throughout hyperspace, do a lot more than know how to join up with the Lambrigg Cult of the Astral-Plane, fly around in weird creepy air saucers, build weird looking work-bots that we have all mistaken for space-aliens (SPAL) as it will come to be called later towards the end of this century, and these lovely wonderful darling awesome people, LOVE TO PLAY GAMES, with the rest of the NON-TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, and the intricacies and elucidations to this as well as Jan Nace and Dennis Caldwell, would require about a dozen WAR AND PEACE TOLSTOY novels, for me to even start cracking open, all of this major smother plucking grit. That does not mean it is not there, or that I could not write it all and crack it all open. I will do all of this, just give me some time, and hay all good Delaney vamps out there, where are you when I need you and WALMART VOICE-MAILS, BRAH??????????
YES EVER SINCE THE VAMPIRE LINK LEFT ME, MY BLOGS WENT TO HICKEY CITY, ROSIE GIRL. OUCH, IN MORE WAYS THAN THREE, HOW DO PEEPS LIVE WITH THEIR EMMEREFFING CONSCIENCES FOR 44 AND A HALF YEARS?
Now this was a random selection added here on top this blog and yes, a total SAFET that endlessly proves these words as true. My dreaming interactions recently in the past year or so R beyond off the wall major hyper time. Way back in 1984, I started having those wild hyperspace S-DAY-LAUDER experiences, Mister GLENN ROLAND, and yes sir, fire is all part of my endless past, and as far back as Chicago, and Miss O's 'CALLIO-COW', or so it appears sometimes. The first fire that all seemed 2 launch this operation was at the illustrious Maxfield Recording studio in Cherry Hill, above the Russel Music Store on Beidamin Avenue. According 2 the proprietor of the studio, Sir Jan Nace, it was a fire that somehow started when nobody was there. All fires 2 me of course R extremely suspicious and I believe in Jewish Lightning, Landlord Lightning, and Contractors Lightning, and I believe in criminals and I believe in fraud and horrendous and monstrous evil behavior on the part of most homosapiens on this awesome diseased planet, y-O!!!!!!!!!! Here is me' (y-O-HACK) right on target, as we R back now in 2024 and out of that 8 year ago time! But shortly after the fire and B-4 the fire at the Garden state Hospital when Tom Glenn was getting his operation there and quite mysteriously coincidental in my book, came the start of my hyperspace experiences with the great S-DAY-L peeps where I was working there, and somehow when typing my dream in 2014 that I pasted in, my mind then had blanked out the true first origins of this wild locale in the 5th dimensional hyperspace. Let me wrap up my point 4 this day only now.
This fragrance company is all connected with other transdimensional junk in my life, including music related stuff, fires, daughters and that means both of them, MI and PEE; and our dreams all interconnect into so many things that also include some type of weird unfathomable feedback looping systems that even appear 2 intertwine and commingle waking life junk all within the whole of it. This may sound beyond insane, yet it is all the truth, and the psych industry B damned straight into Dogtown, as I know what I know, SO YO, and I looked that time, MO, and WOMO-SPACEFORCE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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