L30B; THE NEXT BLOG AND SUBTITLED; Best Sleep I Have Had in Months, and Major Interactions in the 5-D Transdimensional Hyperspace as a Result

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I popped out of a parallel realm around a few minutes shy of 2 this afternoon, Friday, 5 April, 2024, after sleeping a nice solid 8 hours or so, something not done by me in one or two months now with all of me' recent hellish nightmare life issues and woe-whiz-me hassles!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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To post on the blogger dot com (BDC) WEBSITE, hypothetically speaking of course, based on Mountainpen's future life memories as Labber-Zeejins:

One of the incredible interactions reflected at me, in this space-time-mind's illusion of waking world time, as being towards the final hour of me' slumbers and waking world escape from a 3,000 year old family curse; was being back, and yes, 'WEIN-SOSO', at the DELLWAY ARMS APARTMENTS, of good old Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG; and having those endless video and TV related interactions. This time, I am there, or my dreaming-double is there with me spiritually indwelling within him (dreaming by human verbiage), and I was watching a show on my mom's television set in the apartment living room. The show had a name and on the bottom right side of the screen, its name was permanently displayed as it is done in present times, and back then, was not, but in that locale of the 5^th dimensional hyperspace, it was, and it said, “SUPER HUGE 4/24”. Some force doesn't want me 2 share this information with the waking world dimension here, as all sorts of weird type and keyboard stuff is going down while trying 2 type out the title and name of the television show, YO. There R machine hacks and then there R mind hacks. One perfect example of a mind hack was when the HALLS FAWCES got me 2 completely forget 2 put something in RED PRINT on my prior blog when I had gone onto tell U all that it was in RED PRINT ABOVE, and many peeps must have thought, 'gee what a bozo this blogger is'! These mind-hacks R one part of a 2-part enemy assault on this blogging-person, the PPNR-Mountainpen, as opposed 2 all sorts of typo hacks and with this old world keyboard, many times the characters don't come out, leaving endless words uncaught and wrong, such as 'Oe' when the letter 'n' never typed out, and the list is endless, and when they R naught caught, it is due 2 that always hated by word program-users deal with legitimate words and not misspelled words remaining, such as if I say I will B doing something real son, and the other 'o' letter did naught type out, Mizz 1983 Blake, mah'm! It will not show a correction red wavy line, as the word son as well as soon R legitimate words. This problem exists not just with me, but as with all things in my life, my WOMO-SPACEFORCE-SPAMMENIES take stuff such as this, use it as the Tom Cruise fighter jet movie deal and his famous line of “What's my excuse gonna' B”? My life, and what is being done 2 it ever since I arrived on this fracking planet, is not all that complicated 2 figure out; naught once we know what is really happening 2 me with all of this, and accept the dang reality of it with an open mind, and no matter how difficult it may B-2 believe the stuff!!!!!!!!!

Now this show on television was mind busting, and also proves 2 anyone who understands the basic principles of Morianity's teachings, that it took place in more distant as opposed 2 more localized areas of the vast unfathomable 5-D hyperspace. In this show, without being 2 specific 4 right now today, the show was telling how all we have 2 do in order 2 know something, is 2 chant a magical grouping of words while clapping our hands vigorously, and then jumping up and down like some jack rabbit with major indigestion, and pow, U simply have your answers. At that exact moment and 4 whatever the true reasons 4 it happening, I became 100 percent sentient and aware that I was in a very lucid vivid dreaming experience, and that I could maybe take advantage of this wild situation, that apparently was all 'going down' within this experience, 'Mister Joe 1980 RPL-Sivo', oh 'lunch-taking' SIR!!!!!!! How 2 this day, I look back at my ultimate immaturity when I was 26 years old, on the 11^th day in March of 1981, at that 'RPL' job; quitting because this flick head numbskull butthole had swiped one of me' 2 lunch sandwiches, out of the employee-fridge!!!!!!!!! What a fracking loser I was as a young moron, 26 year old dude; YO weerlld!!!!!! But on with the show, CALL-TEN-Verizon peeps, and other L30B out there. Oh Callio Callio TEN-TEN non-bragger-blogger Mountainpen and his nightmare cursed family causing endless cuts, washcloth lungs, poisons, persecutions, and SUPER HIGH CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC HELLISHNESS!!!!!!!!!! But moving on here folks; I will tell U all a small smattering of what went down in this wild dreaming interaction, once I became totally lucid 2 everything; after I first tell U, that yesterday did naught close out BOTBAR, 4-2 major reasons. First and as I already told U all, the great news at the eye doctor place, so that even without the Medicaid issue ever getting eventually resolved in me' favor, I can still go there 4 me' cataracts and necessary eye exam. The 2^nd part of the news is that as long as I keep a bottle of DAWN DISH LIQUID, and me' 3 gallon pale in me' bathroom closet, so I can use it when needed; 'that clog in the goddamn pipe system somewhere', is manageable; and so I have yet 2 tell the landlord about this major new problem. I have learned that if I wish 2 remain living somewhere, these tactics of causing endless problems with me, involving my stuff such as this, leads 2 my eventual forced-outing, in one way or another, and I don't wish 2 leave here, not 4 right now, naught quite yet, Mizz AT&T Blake!!!!! That rotten stinking lousy miserable JANE NOTFONDAUONEBIT THISTLETHORNS CRABGRASSHITINNERPANTS JUST GOT ME YET AGAIN FOLKS, WITH ANOTHER SMOTHER SLUGGING FRACKING ROCK CHUCKING HUNT TRAPPING BUNT TAPPING FLOCK DUCKING PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN ATTACK ON THIS ROTTEN GLASS OPEN-OFFICE WORD PROGRAM, 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; SO ALLOW AND PERMIT ME PWEEEEEEEEZE, 2 COMPENSATE WITH ANOTHER 5-GROUPING OF NUMBERS HERE; OH U GREAT PEOPLE ALDARE IN CYBE-VILLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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So there I was AGAIN with something related 2 TV and video, and being back at apartment #O-15 at Dellway Arms, as in future computers, and future Michael Dell's way, as he and all of his pals sure got their way against me, with all of this life altering nightmare junky hellishness on epitomized steroids from lovely Mz Amy Cooley of Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG; despite my screaming and hollering, and Mike Walter RPL 'other-coworker' and his grand glorious advice of my not being able 2 do squat about any of it; but my endless rants inside Radio Shack stores against this then coming and ushering in new age world of this horrendous digital fracking technology, and has been blog-told and reiterated about, literally over and over and over again 4 nearly the entire 18 years plus of this BOM-BLOG now, me' good and awesome folks!!!!!!!!!!!!! All these new things that my WOMO-SPAMMENIES R ABLE 2 DO 2 ME NOW, right down 2 the most recent and endlessly repeating blocking out of many of me' blogged photos and images and graphs, from the DJIA stock market, weather bug stuff, even my own photobucket-photo, and recently the blog-popularity international charts, all BLOCKED OUT AGAIN, GREAT FBI, AND IN VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL RIGHTS AS I UNDERSTAND THEM 2-B, as legally, all things need 2-B explained in most if not all cases, if it is being legitimately done by the 'BDC' peeps and the 'Blogger-Community' as they seemingly refer 2 themselves as, oh great and wonderful and powerful and awesome FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION!!!!!!!! WOW-2-THAT-1, or 4 short from now on folks, just 'WTTO'!!!!! So there I was in this wild hyperspace interaction somewhere out in distant 5DHS, and the dudes on this TV-program said that thing that I told U earlier B-4 the assault on me, by Cosmic-Jane-Evil Witch-Bitch on ACS, and (CJEWBACS), 4 short. And no Mike Soft Microsucks, no throwbacks or any other cool little ideas 4 changes here, YO dudes and duddesses out there in Silicon Valley!!!!!!!!!! This will B a topic that will B delved into, in many upcoming blog works, hopefully; as did U ever notice how when I say I want 2 do something along these lines, the SPAMMENIES stop me by creating all sorts of life path diversion tactics, and 4 short, all sorts and types of LPDT junk??????? This 18+ year 'BOM-BOB'-BLOG is literally cram grass filled with examples of this very thing, or reworded from back in 'roof-dog-time', and 1972, without the great singing Christmas tree angels of course, but AT THE COOLEY WORMHOLE HOGWARTS HIGH HELL HALL still folks; this vely vely vely non-intelesting Bob McDowell thing, YO world out there, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This great awesome future FCC Chairman of the 21^st century and 3^rd millennium, was me' cool pal Bob, back at the Cooley joint; Mister Winn, and others of me' L30B!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One day in the hallway, I said something 2 him if memory is serving me correctly here at all, concerning some monks that I had recently been reading about in some book or magazine and from a trustworthy information source of those times in late 1972, and he looked at me and said 2 me in a very serious faced expression, “Vely vely vely intelesting, with the 'L' letter intentionally replacing both the 'R' letter in the word 'very', as well as in the word 'interesting' and I never forgot that day, and how he said that; while maintaining a vely vely serious expression on his face; and have chosen in this 20^th century 2 blog this over and over again, and with a rare and occasional reminder 2 any readers of this blog, just where this all stems from, and came from; oh dear loving Mizz Flowers-Hickey, and all great 'Dragnets and 714 numbers', all over the cosmic joint everywhere!!!!!!!!! Gimme a brake here lovely awesome Patty HHH and coworker Mizz Margie 1985 Leo McFly, good Lord and 25 cents, Lenny McKinnon from 1981. Well, in Mizz Margie's case, I shall ask 4 her 2 cut me one, only a break please, not another goddessdog McGuire damaging BRAKE, PWEEEEEEEEZE, I'm down on me' knees, I'm down on me' knees singing please-please-please-please; and all of the endless Dogtown Chants and magical music written in infinity, 4 musical arranger in human form, Mister Glenn 2 eventually get around 2 creating on the human realm, and decades following that, 4 me 2 use at the behest of a coworker at Cifaloglio, and 2 not remove from a music project soon 2-B sent 4 United States Copyright registration. Soon back then, and now long history of course as all great late 2007 yellow sheets of legal pad paper also may B, in or out of all great hand washing cloths, of '13-600' Districts of Columbia, YO world!!!!!!!!!!! MISTER MCNULTY; U HAVE ME' ABSOLUTE PERMISSION WITHOUT ANY 1994 BARRIERS, SO GO AND DO IT NOW, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO: AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!!! Boy oh boy oh boy, George Bailey, Uncle Billy, and Frank Capra; what a fracking grass nightmare life this entire transdimensional woulda' coulda' shoulda' deal is all turning out 2-B, and on quintessential 'future-Madonna' steroids of Haddonfield non-destroyed Cooley WHHH HALL. JEEZ-LOUISE FONTY SURFER of the FDHS. There is only one more thing 2-B spoken here, and this is from me, and straight 2 Mister 1967 and 1968 July's, Mister Camp-Counselor Mack Kaiter, first cousin 2 famous world news-anchor-man from those times, Sir Lester Kaiter. He went by LES, and many folks my age remember him almost as well as the greatest of them all, Sir Walter K. Yes, the other K-anchor-man, and I am most likely misspelling the surname Kaiter, as most likely if I tried spelling the other dude's surname, ending in the kite word, so rather than fly high and keep showing what a rotten miserable speller I am, just know that I do naught ever plan on entering a spelling B, or any of the great bee's, no sir world. Consider me both STUNG, and FOREVER BENCHED, from all of the games such as these, in this 'hologram'; Mister Space-boy-Billionaire. Y-I endlessly forget his name I don't know, as I remember the other famous billionaires, Zuckerpuke and Baysozs!!!!! No twins, no negative attitudes, no gorgeous white hot RA's, & 'no nothing', Mizz Ross, YO girl!!!!!!!! 2 THAT we can simply add in here, a nice whittle fweekin' 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE', huh there ole' 2000 Blue Anchor, NO-JOYSEY-USA roomie, Sir Chester-Frank!!!!!!!! Wipe-Out-Women.

Our love was true, our love was rare

No other love could ever compare

Now that you're gone

My spirits are low

And baby baby baby, I love you so.

Mountainpen's most recent scores:

Today

800

TransUnion

Excellent
Checked daily

807

Equifax

Excellent
Checked daily

WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING DOWN:

DJIA MARKET IS GOING UP

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS WIN

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES LOSE

WHEN MY LIFE IS GOING UP:

DJIA MARKET IS GOING DOWN

PHILADELPHIA FLYERS LOSE

PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES WIN

Yes Mister PIP, endlessness is quite hellish

OH THE GODS; DOES ETERNAL LIFE SUCK!!!!!

This deal with the TV show called 'SUPER HUGE 4/24' is major in many ways, first the magic part, but second, we have being back in the 1970's at Dellway Arms Apartments and all the while, the date of 4/24 with the slash sign proving it had 2-B the date or at least was a powerful possibility 4 it being that, and so where R we all at present illusion of STM???????? Gee folks, if I have 2 tell U it is 4/24, then I may as well quit right now, YO. But here is the deal: There R-25 days left, after midnight, here in this present point in Senator Watergate 1973 time; and yes all great high school guidance counselors along with mine years ago named Jaqamini, up there 'in the north-lands', at 'HTHS', of non-Wanna' Spend My Time (Westmont) in NJUSAESMWG; and within these remaining days of this April-month, is a lot of time 4 all sorts of non-witchcraft Mizz Montgomery 'possibilities' of junk 2 happen 2 me, and we all know and have known 4 a vely vely non Bob McDowell long while, as viewers of this BOM-BOB-BLOG, that this is an infinity of open windows 4 all sorts of evil and demonic entities 2 all come flying covertly in at me and wipe me right off the face of this miserable rotten sin cursed futhermucking whittle pwanet, YO SIR ELMER WABBIT FWUUUUUUUUD!

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FRIDAY, JANUARY 4, 2019

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BLOG 2 OF TWENTY NINETEEN

FEELING CLOSE TO 90 THESE DAYS:

It is ungodly smother clucking HOT!!!!!! Life totally sucks, and this demonic heat is total goddang murder on quintessential steroids. This middle eighties grit in late December and early January, totally blows and sucks rooster birds. Every time the weather is wild and ridiculous, and having knit this hot even in my area, is the epitome of Camp Chesapeake, and Mack Kaiter the camp counselor. I have observed all my danglass life, when it is either ungodly hot or cold, or when there are super snow blizzards when I lived up north long ago; this is always when the slit in my life would follow suit. Nothing ever changes for the goddang snot puffing Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not ever!!!!

When those famous and terrific agents, mentioned in that wild and cool television show, on New York City's WPIX-Channel-11, back in 1988; Agents Condor and Agent Falcon, told their story on that fantastic documentary; it took me three solid decades to realize that the topic of UFOLOGY, misunderstood as it may be by the Earth Planet population, as of early in 2019; is indeed what is behind all of my woes, and all of my so many outlandish and mysterious people who have made 'contact' with me, in one way or form, or another; for my entire life. Patty Hollister may have been the main character, or Paula King, or whoever or whatever we may wish to call her; and along with these 'whittle pirate facts', and “YARRRRRRR's”, and buckin' truckin' pirate hats, yes I still am wondering how Patty and her pal Santa are doing these goddamn days, yo????? You know, I actually had people ask me to have 'him' place them on his 'NICE-LIST', after the day he helped me move from apartment to apartment, back on March first, in the year of 1975. I am sure it was done jokingly, Misses Pennock; but still, Lenny; and all Lenny's for that matter; I think some people were truly wondering a whole lot of plucking mitt about me, way back then. Hey, don't clucking feel bad. I was wondering about myself, Mister Rod Serling, yo! After-all, you tormented me with your sick demented evil WAYV radio station; oh mighty Patty-Paula????? For those who may be unaware of all of the truckin' nightmarish circumstances involved here; David Roth and I would have many serious talks, over a totally fruyucking 'Ed Snowed In' bugged up telephone, Mister 'BLUE-NUNNGEN'; and he would always joke about that exact song, “Feel Real”, and how as he put it so crudely, Thomas J. Reale of Ventnor, and Northfield, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG; molested me back when I was fifteen ducking years old, at his home that he sold to the ACMUA waterworks of Atlantic City, on Cornwall Avenue, back in July of 1970. There is a connection and a message, built into every single event in the entire universe and multiverse. We literally cannot escape that reality, hard as any of us may wish to make such a fracking attempt, and IPYT!!!!!!!!! All that smother clucking bullslit casino teasing and harassment, it was PAULA AND DADDY JOHN KING behind all of it, the entire smother ducking dirtbag time, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So why do we choose (in our spirit), to explore the various parallel doppelgangers (doubles) of ourselves, in the virtually limitless fifth dimensional hyperspace? To answer that, we first need to examine more down to Earth similarities. Exactly why do we all make the many multiple choices (in waking life) that we do? You know, where to go or to stay inside on any given day, why we call a friend, or don't, why we post this up or that up on social media, for the majority of social media users out there, why we choose to pursue a potential mate, apply for a particular job, and the list goes on endlessly; and all of it on some kind of a precise time schedule. After-all, if we look back at our life in any given day, or week, or month, or what have you; you can see that a hindsight view will always reflect the reality of being literally a part of some gargantuan sized cosmic program of virtually limitless options and menu choices, a second at a time, from womb to tomb. So are these potential waking life decision options, a sort of reflection or similarity of some kind, to the decisions that our spirit or dreaming-mind travels to, and 'dreams through'? Put very simply and parochially here, while awake, Joe Shmo may say to himself, should I go out and take a walk on the damn beach today, or not, since it is cloudy, and I don't want to be caught outside in the rain? Then that night after falling into his bed, and he drifts away from his consciousness to this waking reality; is the very same process of decisions, following him and instructing him to dream-travel into this or that, & for some particular reason? The answer is an unequivocal YES, kind folks. Our truer or higher self, is indeed some amount of pure energy, that goes onto become that 'brain-activity', that your matter-mind permits a connection into the physical material world, from. So absolutely, just as we operate with conscious lower self mind in the world of awake-ness, we likewise operate quite similarly when we travel the hyperspace in spirit, or 'sleep and dream'. But as we make our so-called 'free-will' decisions in waking world life, and this same mind-brain system is doing likewise in our nocturnal existence, just how truly free is FREE WILL??? You may think that YOU made the decision, you know, to quote the old song perfectly here, should I stay or should I go, or should I do this or that, or not, or whatever; but what is finally actually MAKING YOU or CAUSING YOU, to arrive at a selection/decision? You may think that this is your free will, but it is just like deciding what you are going TO DREAM ABOUT! How many liars out here want to try and feed me the epitome of bullgrit, and tell me that they can dream anything that they want to, and control it like it is some super great future 'V-R-program'????? And for that matter, what then is really happening in a so-called 'virtual reality program', where you can enter a computer generated reality, and control the entire thing? Carl Sagan said it so perfectly to the great 99^th Congress, on a televised show that I happen to see one night, while I was living at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments. We can now, “Up it one dimension”. Whose V-R-PROGRAM are we in while we believe our self to be awake, and for that matter, when we believe our self to be asleep? Anyone who believes literally, that someone somewhere has a gigantic computer, and that we are all inside of its program, is a true fruitcake. The truth is that even though this is not the exact case and point right down to the 'nth degree', the effect and the result is that it may as well be as if this was what is going on. I know for a fact that there are Astral Plane gods and goddesses, that the AAT clubbers call the aliens, and that the religious people call the angels, the demons, and Satan and God. I know for a fact that the PLANK-TIME is reality, and all of this is a powerful dream where we fall off of that reality when we get so low in energy that we need to refuel, or regain a new supply. There is just enough drag in the Purgatory to cause this slow drain, due to the slightest amount of weight that this Astral or spiritual realm contains. It may be a zillion-zillion-zillionths of a microsecond long and be a zillion-zillion-zillionths of the size of a grain of sand, but as we exist there, we too are this much tinier, and in fact, our comparison is virtually limitless times this in ratio; as we are much smaller in this ratio, and our entire universe appears to be the size of a pea in comparison while we exist there. Also, no one is experimenting with humanity, no one has plans for us, good or bad; and the entire thing is a game. We love games because we are in the image of these energy-entities (GODS/GODDESSES), and they love games, but they love games because to them, it is the ultimate and extremely necessary distraction. This distraction is to keep them from dwelling and reflecting on the reality that dogs all of us existors/Purgatites, and that is ABSOLUTE smother plucking ENDLESSNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!

The news last night had an item that I'll admit, is blowing my smother ducking mind. Let me start with the story on my end of the stick, and then, I'll tie in this news item. Practically every Blogaudian out here will be amazed at this tale. I made a miscalculation regarding my anti-poverty plan, and told how Starburn Outreach Development Incorporated, or STARBURNODI for short, is a plan to eventually eradicate poverty out of the United States, and I misstated the financial objective and goal that is necessary to begin putting this incredible business plan into action, saying it would requite an amassing of ten trillion dollars, (USD). In fact, the amount is closer to half of this, and I have made an error on my paperwork. But I have the entire plan written down, so that anyone who would ever view it, would see that I just screwed up and thought I would need ten rather than about half of this amount. When I went out to my nut-job clinic last week, I believe that someone was in here, and saw these notes that I have written down in scribble form. I absolutely feel that these notes were viewed. Last night on the international and local news, a man was arrested in Palm Beach for breaking into Trump's Mara-logo Estate. He was insisting on talking to Trump about this exact same amount of money. I find this astonishing and beyond even my typical outlandish twilight zonish life's experience! WOW-JOANN-A!

Dear wonderful awesome Mister Terrance Mann:

Last night on that great “L&O” show, that is very hard to see on TV any more, I saw that episode from early this century, called, “Whose Monkey Is It anyway”? I am in the mood to add my little bit of spin about several things, and one of them pertains 100 percent to this episode. I totally believe that extremely evil criminals who are incarcerated for terrible crimes, SHOULD BE IN LAB-RAT-PRISON. I feel that they should have to submit to medical research. Forget death penalties, or torture or pain for pain's sake; as that is unconstitutional. Still, to make up for the horrible clucking grit that these beyond evil monsters do the innocent; I believe that they should have to do this, and if they croak, well, 'stuck-you', then you croak!!!!!!!! I don't disagree with many many things that my distant-cuzz Donald believes. I am not a Republican, nor am I a Democrat. I am split about down the damn middle, agreeing and disagreeing with about half of the mitt that both of these parties are for. Here is a way to really get even with those who hurt us, and laugh at us; and not violate the constitution. Many things need to be tested out, and no better people are there than them, for just that purpose. WHAAAAA!

When I went out to pay me' rent earlier today, I had a very strange event happen to me, AGAIN, as my middle name as we all know is HUNTINGTON-TWILIGHT-ZONE! I rode down the damn elevator with a lady and her little 'CHI-DOG', and everything was fine. But after I paid the rent, this same lady was again right there, and just as she was walking into the gate of this building, I was driving into it. As I opened the door for her to the lobby entrance, the dog suddenly tried to attack me, and nearly bit my right leg. That would have been a lawsuit, but the only problem is, what lawsuit? Nobody here has a penny, just like me. The only smother trucking suit would be the one that IS NOT hanging up in me' whittle fracking cwoset; oh Mister goddang Elmer Fwudd! WHAAAAA! Still, why was her dog so nice to me ten minutes earlier, and then pow, out of nowhere, the little ducking rats bird wanted a chunk of my leg? Reminds me of Jim Burr's dog, and the Cifaloglio dog, 'WHOOLIO-JULY'. All loyal plucking Blogaudians know of these true tales from Nightmare Grove!!!!!!!!!!!! Am I right or WROOOOOOOOOONG here, Freddie Elm, oh gwate awesome sir???????????????

I am posting at about a quarter shy of 7 PM now.

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L30B; THE NEXT BLOG AND SUBTITLED; THIS WORKED IN LATE OCTOBER OF 2016, AND THE WOMO SPACEFORCE AGAIN IS CAUSING 2024, AND THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION YEAR WITH TRUMP, 2-B ENDLESS NON-STOP PROPERTY DAMAGE AT MY RESIDENCE, SUCH AS WITH THE GIANT FLOOD, BACK NEARLY 8 YEARS AGO NOW AT THE PHA

11:20 PM, late on Thursday night, 4 April, 2024

Nobody ever wants 2 listen 2 me or believe anything that I say, and it has 2-B all a part of the combined realities all wrapped up with these following deals, as no other possible way of explaining it is there. Shadow government mind control and alpha-soup run operations with ultra high covert technological devices and systems, Astral Plane inter-connected manipulations, the 3,000 YEAR OLD HUNTINGTON FAMILY CURSE, and 'GOD', whatever this really truly is; just hates my miserable pitiful goddessdog total damn guts! Yes, mommy, Doctor Shriner, daughter, and all 'AI' related anything's out there, since 1971's early miserable rotten autumn days, out there in Exton, Pennsylvania-USA; “HERE WE GO AGAIN”!!!!!!!!!!!

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INCIDENT REPORT #14

APRIL 4, 2024, Between 8 and 10 PM

I have tried 2 tell both the landlord and the assistant that he has working with him, that I believe there is a clog somewhere between the actual sewer system connection into the township septic line and my actual pipe that the toilet feeds down into, not visible with the eye from the bathroom, but absolutely there nonetheless. They refuse 2 listen 2 me or take me one wee tad bit seriously. I must B right world, as the brand new toilet is now doing the very same goddamn thing that the old and supposedly busted toilet was doing 4 nearly 2 years now off and on, randomly and sporadically; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO Y O 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 Y O 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 Y O 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 Y O 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 Y O 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 Y O 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 Y O YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!

Now the reason this day is not absolutely totally completely fully utterly and wholly SUPER FRACKING BOTBAR, is due 2 a very rare event in me' life that needs 2-B explained first B-4 going on with the horrendous nightmare problem that I obviously am having and will B in dire need of fracking goddamn rectifying tomorrow!!!!!!!! When I went on me' errands yesterday morning, I told only of the main events of getting my cashier's rent check and giving it 2 me' landlord, and going 2 the Staples Store and having me' Medicaid letter faxed 2 me' medical-agent so that he can assist me in learning just exactly what we will B able 2 do, 2 try and get that problem fixed and resolved, so that I can go back 2 seeing doctors 4 numerous chronic medical conditions that I have; only I do not have any money, and cannot afford 2 go without full medicaid benefits. I also went 2 the Payment Center at the local town Walmart Store 2 pay me' FPUA utility bill 4 the month of March, and I went 2 the new eye doctor place, thinking that I needed 2 cancel me' soon upcoming appointment with them until this medicaid issue gets resolved or I can save some money, and then go there maybe some time in the late summer time, 4 me' annual eye-examination, regarding me' type-2-diabetes related cataracts of the eyes. They promise me that just as they told me over the phone back on the day my standing appointment had been made with them, that it is all taken care of, the glasses and the exam, with the covered 550 dollar vision benefit built into me' insurance plan with the dual-complete United Health-Care (U-H-C), as displayed on me' health care insurance card. My level of medicaid, full or partial or whatever, is completely immaterial and irrelevant 2 any costs that may otherwise B incurred, and charged and billed 2 me; & so this is the one giant huge reason that despite the toilet issue still being unresolved, I am not BOTBAR. Close, but not there; at least naught yet, Mizz Blake, as of a quarter shy of midnight now!!!!! The only reason that pouring a large amount of soapy water, into the tank of the toilet, makes it at least flush the load that is inside of it at the time, and once in a while lasting 4 a while of indeterminate time; is that there is a sewage clog somewhere in the goddamn pipe in-between the pipe leading out of the toilet and about 20 feet away into the blue colored city septic main on the ground outside. I knew this all along, and nobody was ever willing 2 listen 2 me; and this has made my life, as not being listened 2 nor believed all my goddamn life ALWAYS DOES, a total fracking living nightmare HELL!!!!!!!! None of this is my fault, and hopefully legally, not my responsibility either, as if it is; I am out of here, and back up in JERSEY; and IPYT, great peeps of this evil rotten wicked world!!!!

Jane Sleazeweedsdisease Notfondauonebit Crabgrasshitinnerpants Thistlethorns just nailed me again 4 the second fracking goddamn time today with page eleven of eleven on my open-office blog documents, ad so I now need 2 compensate (runt phlegm rape) here with me' groupings of 'five-numerations' YO WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I admit 2 holding now at a BOTBUR, but still naught at a goddessdog BOTBAR; oh lovely 1983 Mizz AT&T Blake, mah'm!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So squeeze that between your legs WOMO-SPACEFORCE & LOVELY ABBY CARMICHAEL, OF THE GREAT 'L&O' TELEVISION SHOW, YO BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!

Now peeps, do I think that this clog just happened by some pure random chance and coincidental happenstance? What do any of U out there think that I goddamn futhermucking think, YO BRAHHHHHHHH????????????????

When stuff happens, such as the Atlantic City Municipal Utilities Authority, buying up the exact same property, that these monsters all planned out 2 have me molested in there, at a home on Cornwall Avenue, back in the summer of 1970, and out of hundreds of thousands of properties on all of Abseacon Island from Starns Inlet 2 the southern tip of Longport, NO JOYSEY, they bought the home that they had me sexually molested in, and then take this and all of the major woes and issues that I endlessly have had all throughout me' entire adult lifetime with utilities and related junk that pertains 2 utilities and utility operations; U-R asking way 2 much of me 2 ever expect my seeing this as some simple coincidental grouping of incidents, naught in a futhermucking goddamn million years, Mister Robert Patterson Cheatley, oh SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Take into further consideration that Tom Reale who owned the property there on Cornwall Avenue, was going with the Aunt of Sarah and Frank Callio, yes Mike Sucks Soft, this time U-R right on the goddamn money loot-lute with that one, Sarah and Frank CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC!!!!!!!!!!!!! So Y naught hit me' whittle fluggin' ENTER-KEY on that one, YO???????? They had me beaten up in 1975, they were all following and stalking me in the second half of the entire 1960's decade and especially when I was there alone at a young age in the summer time of 1969 and again that following summer in 1970. The water company where Sarah Callio was employed with and connected 2 all of her entire adult life bought up the property and house where this awful illegal deed was done 2 me, and then on top of all of this, comes some wild facts not harped on 2 often and R as follows: First, when a thorough check is performed on Sir Thomas J. Reale, there is no record of him whatsoever ever molesting any other child, IT WAS ONLY ME. Not only did I hear on the world famous TV-show called, 'L&O-SVU' that molester's never only molest once, they always repeat, but when I further checked this fact out 2-C if it is just, as an old cop friend told me so often back around 1991 somewhere, “TV-SLIT”, and with the 'H' letter in that word, replacing the 'L' letter of course. It wasn't just “TV-SLIT” either. It is absolutely a true fact in the world of crime, and can B easily verified and fact checked by anybody out there in Cyberville, at any time convenient 2 anyone of U. Then the night in 1970 after the Atlantic City fireworks show when Tom saw me getting off the jitney bus and gave me super holy hell 4 being out just a little bit late with a completely good explanation, as everybody wanted 2-C the fireworks-show, naught just me, Mizz Blake. But Tommy boy knew a lot of stuff, and he had a lot of guilty conscience feelings, somewhere tucked way deep down. This same emotion came out at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments about 10 years later in 1980 with my mom, when I would tease her and call Patricia Hollister by other surnames when mom would make references 2 something at work with her as she was still working there with her at the start of my stay in this apartment, Mister Glenn, SIR!!!!! At 12:18 AM while typing out that previous sentence, a MAJOR CUMPUKER HACKING JOB WAS DONE 2 ME, that has naught occurred 4 some time now, the entire document going into a different screen and all weird, but sometimes the thing vanishes entirely, only this time, it did naught happen like that, oh lovely Mizz Blake. Yes, this toilet clog is a utility persecution, and ever since I came 2 this township, this county and its corruption has used their systems 2 endlessly screw with me, and it is almost as bad here as it was up there in Atlantic County and in Atlantic City, and speaking of a million years, and Sir Bob Patterson Cheatley here; he told me over and over and over again, 2 watch out 4, and always B mindful of, the major corruption of city and county governments all over this lovely land called AMERICA, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!! President Biden Sir, U-R my hero; and I surely wish that U would somehow find a way 2 get the FBI on this entire mess, ever since I was four freaking teen years of pathetic pitiful age YO kind sir, and get this nightmare dealt with and properly punished and exposed so the world can B made aware that I am most certainly NAUGHT JUST THE CRACKPOT OF NEW JERSEY, the way the damn peeps of the WFMU-internet-radio have all pegged me as being, YO wonderful and marvelous great sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U know that I will do all that I can 2 spread the truths about 'everything', Mister Pres, great sir; and 2 get U reelected, YO. It is the only chance we all have 2 keep America what she has been 4 a quarter-M. I guess 4 me though, I shall need 2-B 'casualtized' as the quintessential sacrificial lamb. As I said on many prior blogs 4 more than 18 years of time now good folks, if a word needs 2 exist and doesn't yet exist in this English system of language, please don't count me out 4 creating and coining such words and phrases, as I ain't shy, and dern dang dog it, I WILL DO IT, YO!!!!!!!!! As 4 utility companies screwing with me, and all of the many possible 'Y's 2 it all, we could B all goddamn day long, all night, and well into other days and nights that follow, YO people. I know that this is a very evil and corrupt society, and I also know that this already potentially bad system of bad horrible peeps had the great opportunity 2 make things horrendously progressively worse after Sir President Reagan got in and screwed things up forever 4 all of us, especially the 80 percent most poor, the endlessly downtrodden peeps of America. Someday I am gonna' teach U all the real origins 2 that horrible 'N' word that has absolutely nothing whatsoever 2 do with skin color, but so much worse, the intentionally keeping into oppressive poverty by ruling classes of wealthy peeps, of any possible races or groups of poorer and powerless peeps. Long ago in this USA, a white man was hung in southern parts of this nation 4 daring 2 teach an AA person 2 read & write, and that horrible word meant, “Ignorant”, and this is what the controllers wish 2 do 2 us all that R not in their evil demonic clicks and clubs, lovely Mizz fictional New York County-DA, 'L&O' Nora Louwan. Keep us downtrodden and ignorant and oppressed and sub poverty stricken from womb, straight 2 the tomb. White and black have absolutely nothing whatsoever 2 do with it, other than 4 the simple fact that it was the AA race that were black in skin color, who were on the wrong and stenchy end of these nightmare poles many centuries ago, but if those peeps brought over in ships long ago, were bright orange, with silver stripes and pink polka dots; then that would B the main oppressed race in America still today, it is merely as Mister Curly Howard would say it so well on that fantastic old TV-slapstick-comedy show said so often, that the “Black Man is the victim of circumstance”. But don't ever let anyone fool U, not Y-T, or anyone else out there, YO. Keeping us down and poor and oppressed and 'IGNORANT' is the real power-plan of the super wealthy's AND WHAT MOUNTAINPEN CALLS IN TODAY'S NEW AGE WORLD SOCIETY, THE NEW AGE KINGS & QUEENS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! That word above, in RED, is really how the black or the AA person was slang cursed at originally, and then as time ticked onward just a little bit YO, the peeps of power again further confused and wiped out the truths that this bad 'N' word means 'IGNORANT', and that is truly a horrible word 2 call any goddamn human being, far worse than what now can get W-T a knife in the face. Intentionally keeping people down and poor and screwed is a crime that will B answered 4, if not in this present life, then in the 5^th dimensional reality of circulatory lawtronics, in that every one of us has our chance eventually through infinity itself, 2 live here in the human world, as every one of us, and so as U hurt a person, somewhere in the vast 5^th dimension, it is U being hurt, and the roles R truly in reverse, and not just in some silly verbiage expression!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As I go 2 do some horrible crime 2 another person somewhere in the dark night city street, in another reality, he or she is me, and I am them, and I am the one getting the hellish treatment. Nobody gets away with anything and this is built into the circuitry of the 7^th dimension, folks, like it, hate it, as it changes absolutely nothing at all!!!!!!!! Now I got censored way back in middle 2020 4 daring 2 discuss the theory of Christ-B-Copy-DNA, and let me tell U something folks, and the Mason's all know that my words R true here, and have the great lineage charts of my awesome family as proof. On the first of the 2 times that Mister Tom Reale sexually molested me, and when I thought it had 2-B a dream or my imagination and is Y-I stayed on until it happened a 2^nd time, shortly after the first time; but he took his hand, and collected my DNA, and then pretended 2-B on the bed on the other side of the room, getting off with it. I think that he faked all of this so that I never would put the truth together that my DNA was used by this star family, 2 indeed, create a D-COPY; 4 all of U great awesome Hollywood actresses named Jean Simmons, and actors named Dick Burton, as well as in all Julius Julian Julia Jewelly Hoffman's Dark Shadows TV-show's earlier movie called, “Night of the Iguana”; and all great wardrobes and robes aside here, and this blog may get censored, but here it is. I feel that the utility companies R all in on it, and I can even prove an ENRON CONNECTION with those awesome star-family CALLIOCAREYOTAMMIC Callio Call-Ten peeps of Atlantic City, but I won't dare say more, as I am in 2 weak of a fluggin' position with nobody 2 protect me at all, 2 get more specific here, but put me in front of a Grand Jury, and give me major fluggin' protection; and I will sing like a goddessdog Scylla-Canary on Christmas Tree Angel Wings and pool tricks from 1995!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, here it is, after me' posting me' somewhat lengthy glass MASTER SHEET COPY REPOPULATABLE-POOR 'RICHARD-RUSS FRANKLIN'- whittle DOCUMENT; YO peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WOW- 2-THAT-1. I told how 'I had a wild dream last night', using 'forward and mortal lingo' here. I did naught even start however, 2 get into the numerous detailed specifics of this incredible and surreal dream, as it connected into so many previous dreams, and folks, it is more than high time 4 my getting into DREAM-TYPES and one of them is the 'recurring dream types' but the even rarer and more intense and mind bending intertwining-serial TYPES. This is where while dreaming, other prior dreams and even waking life realities, appear 2-B somehow and quite magically all merged together inside of the conscious awareness of the dreamer, in this case, ME, the MOUNTAINPEN, but we all have these wild dreams in our lifetimes somewhere, even those claiming not 2 ever or 2 rarely ever dream, and simply meaning of course, they do naught have human waking world recall of the event!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All rapped within this phenomenon of dreams and dreaming is also what is labeled and called by numerous mystic-psychic types the world over 4 many centuries; 'BAF-DREAMING', and yes, that is indeed me' own re-translated phrasing and poor RUSS wordage 2 an old established deal so as 2 keep this all honest and above board and saying right out in the open and up front, that the Mountainpen did naught originate or make this information up and it all did previously exist in the mystical and occult circles, of naught also somewhere 4 all I know, in modern day dream lab-research done and perhaps all recorded in med-journals somewhere, perhaps even in the world famous New England Medical Journal System that most educated peeps have all heard of. So just what is BAF-DREAMING? Simple as Beverly Hills 90210 television shows and fantastically awesome and ravishingly gorgeous high school girls, such as beyond white hot lovely Mizz Brenda and Mizz Kelly, and I believe the girls R actually named Shannon Daugherty and Jenny Garth, just please do naught quote me, since I ain't a big Hollywood or music bizz fan, naught in the least whittle bit; naught when these pricks have all stolen me blind, done it completely LEEEEEEEEEEEEGALLY, 2 quote me' distant CUZZ-DJT, and cleverly maneuvered around my music and my life and changing a note here and a word or whatever thing there, and poof, pow, it is completely and entirely okay 2 rip off my entire life, leave me in the flucking dust, and feel that they all owe me absolutely naught one red stenching stinking penny, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, so no, I am no big flucking glass fan of the music bizz nor the Hollywood scene, so sorry, I am just naught that frucking forgiving, oh wonderful great kind peeps out here in Cyberville, YO BRAH! But yes, like in the show with those 2 awesome teen queens, and what I admit 2 calling and keeping marvelous lists 4 what I also term and made up, “EJAC-SEX-SHOTS” that used 2 take Mister David Roth into bouts of uncontrolled total stitches of laughing fever cubed when hearing me discuss thissssssss, oh lovely Erica, of whom U were on the top ten list by the way; like WOW times ten to the power of twenty; but let me now get back to upper-head thinking, so as 2 make me' pernt here, Archie Bunker, on dreams and BAF-dreaming, standing 4 “BACK AND FORTH”, what else???????? Yes sir, yes mah'm weerlld, BAF-dreaming means just what it appears 2 imply in its words, and all I did is rephrase what has already existed in dream studies 4 a vely vely vely long time, longer by far than even those wonderful days of New York City not-yet-Madonna class trips on buses and flying germ showers, and great pals who became almost as famous as me' lovely blond Amy Louise Cooley Hall!!!!! SOOOOOOOOOOOO, WOW-2-THAT-1, AGAIN great awesome peeps. BAF DREAMING is when real life and the dream we R having, do just that, alternate back and forth, such as with my nightmares that recurred so many ugly damn glass times as a teenager and residing at the magical chain losing DELLWAY ARMS Apartment place on Oakland Avenue, in the mighty and illustrious Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG, the town next 2 the world famous bird society, the AUDUBON, and that can B easily 'GOOGLE CHECKED & VERIFIED' by anyone of U awesome viewers, out there in Cyberville; YO ME BRRRRRR!!!!! My nightmare still happens and happened back on Mowry April day in this very 2023 year, as most of me' loyal following viewer/Blogaudians know about only 2 goddessdog well here!!!!!!! All cursed peeps who used video tape and now use DVD and computer videos 4 conducting the vast majority of their sex lives, as I was forced 2 do as well, as relationships under this fruyucking horrendous HUNTINGTON CURSE R all but absolutely impossible, paying 4 girls is both illegal and quite expensive and way beyond the means of cursed peeps also; so we all have learned 2 turn 2 video 2 keep going. The reason 4 my naming the deal I spoke of, EJAC shots, is really quite simple. It means we do naught have 2 freeze frame anything and the live action is always far better, but it needs 2B in fact long enough 2 run through the entire ejaculation process, normally around a quarter of a minute. Those B&K-BAF's were awesome, and I ain't one goddessdog wee tad whittle bit ashamed 2 come out and admit that 2 the futhermucking world, 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But let us move back here thinking higher-head, naught lower-head; so as 2 finish this 'DREAMING BAF' stuff. My nightmares began shortly after lovely Patricia H-Hollister-H had taught me the NEO-HO CHANT, a famous chant that many know well, and was even aired on a regular television show, the fantastic original early nineteen-seventies “HAWAII-FIVE-O”. Anyone who doubts me, can perform a tedious & comprehensive periodicals research project, at a large city library; only U can forget about small local county libraries, as it ain't happening, nor do they offer any decent research, as what they do anyone of us over age eight can do with Mister Google and Mizz Alexa, and so forth, U all know this slit without the Mountainpen even 'saying' so much as Sally-Billy BOO-HALL-OWEN, or as we say in Province Olympia Purgatory, when translated into an English mortal world tongue and language system of vibratory sonics; when celebrating that wild Hollister-HOLIDAY, literally, pun on words here or naught lovely Mizz Phone Company 1983 girl; “TRICKY-TEET-TEET”!!!!!! And speaking of that, the number of 17, when this was my age in annual Earth revolution periods or trips around our closest star (the sun); this is when those recurring BAF-DREAMS all started, and when the lovely awesome Patricia H Hollister H taught me this NEO-HO-CHANT at that same exact time; so what is the dream all about, well I will now tell U all, YO!!!!!!!!! Patience great folks, patience, it is truly a damn glass virtue. This is where U dream that U have awakened and done something and then find yourself right smack glass dab back within your nightmare and thinking 2 your goddessdog self, “hey, I only dreamed that I woke up, and now I am awake, so let me go do it now 4 real”, only when U do, again, U find yourself still LITERALLY TRAPPED IN AN EXTREMELY FRIGHTENING AWESOME NIGHTMARE EXPERIENCE THAT U-R SEEMINGLY NAUGHT ABLE 2 AWAKEN OUT OF 4 QUITE A LONG DAMN TIME!!!!!!! With me and my nightmare, it was running towards my desk and out of my bed, so that I could quickly turn on a light after being in a monstrously scarey wild experience, and the light refused 2 frucking go on, and this would cycle and repeat itself 4 what sometimes 2 poor me, felt like hours of horrendous surreal time, and beyond DOGTOWN-HELLISHNESS, 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't even think about getting me started here, Mizz Eckert Pharmacological lady back in 2002 or one year up or down from there, as I do not clearly remember which it was right now. Just thinking about this nightmare really trucking screws up me' poor whittle goddamn flucking head, folks!!!!!!!!! Now back last frikkin' glass April, that very first MOWRY NIGHTMARE, also contained at its end, or simultaneously 2 my pulling out the plug 2 that wild and outlandishly inconceivable machine right near Mister Mowry's desk, causing the power 2 black out in a short burst on that morning in waking-real-life as U all know about and can all B verified and checked out with utility companies, such as here with the FPUA company, that is situated just a couple miles from me' residence; and cut it all up and shake it and bring it back however anyone of U out here would like 2 ever do; this day altered my 2023 year in a negative and unbelievable way, and yes, just as much or damn near anyway as much, as that fateful 1986 day, U all know it so damn well, the morning of waking up on 15 AUGUST!!!!!!!!!!!! Something about that goddamn recurring nightmare of back and forth waking 2 sleeping illusions and the light refusing 2 go on, and it never will go on, and unless I can wake up out of the nightmare, IT NEVER EVER WILL FLUCKING GODDAMN GO ON, OH LOVELY MIZZ 'NEO-HO-RENGAY-KEY-OH' CHANTER, and CANDLE LIGHTER, DEAD PEEPS SPEAKER, oh LOVELY MIZZ PH HOLLISTER H. One of me' kids biggest fans told me when I first moved here 2 Florida, the lady who ran the local 'SAFE SPACE' place, in this county, that “this used 2 scare our kid like all get out squared”. Her words, YO folks!!!!!!! Y me' momma got so ticked glass off at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, when I would jokingly correct her when she would mention PATTY and used the Howard name, and I would always just 4 fun come back with “HOLLISTER”, and she went beyond ballistic, she went absolutely futhermucking thermonuclear, oh wonderful weerlld out there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JEEZ-LOUISE!!!! U can call me a liar if it makes anyone out here happy 2 do so, but just a few days ago a powerful memory inside of me resurfaced, about a conversation I heard between my mom, and a friend that she had recently made back in 1973; and back while I was attending the computer school in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG, called the Professional Careers Institute, or the PCI 4 short. Her name was Joyce, and she and my mom were both in a club called the SPS, standing 4 the freaking SINGLE PARENTS SOCIETY. My mom joined it in late 1967 if memory is serving me at all correctly here folks. Right away, this character was beyond surreal and weird, and on top of that would today B classified with the mental disorder known as bipolar. There is no such thing. It is caused by powerful fawces of the Mister Halls Club, I assure U all of this powerful awesome truth and reality oh wonderful great peeps out there. I developed this 4 months while a member of the Haddonwood Swim and Health Club between late June of 1994 and middle August of 1996, and CURED MYSELF OF IT 100 PERCENT, by realizing just what causes it, and who is causing and influencing stuff that brings this seemingly 2 us. My Aunt Barbara had it although in those days, the name and its diagnosis, hadn't yet occurred. Even my daughter, I have been told; has suffered with this. I would leave Haddonwood feeling like I could perform any act in the entire world, and even almost totally believing it with feelings of beyond elation and total giddy bliss surpassing a completely drunken fool any damn day of the week. Yet right B4 going there, I felt absolutely diametrically opposed 2 that, as if the weight of the world was pressing down on my shoulders that couldn't even B described 2 another human being in any kind of words. What causes this? When I reveal how this was done 2 me, as well as Y it was, lovely Joyce from the SPS, or if your kids R out there somewhere and R some part of me' Blogaudian viewership; well; get ready, and if this is anything, it is an epitomized quintessential under-exaggeration, and IPYT; 4 the end of life on this planet as anyone of U out here knows it or can ever seemingly even so much as relate 2 it, YO BRO!!!!!!! This can later perhaps B classified and officially listed somewhere in the archives of humanity and all homosapiens everywhere, as the truth about all trains, tracks, Liverpool England musical realities, Orlando Disney magic of real human subatomic powers or power-energetic equivalents, formulas in mathematics such as power times time equals energy, and just Y this is so; and that absolutely verifies and proves the existence of the TIMELESS PURGATORY, and on and on we go right smack dab, and literally so, 2 the back yards of northern Babylon and lovely little toddler daughters with magical non Aden Gordon Clancy flashy strobing light toys! 2 chime in here with a major grouping of bank trucks and WOW's, would just B a complete total frucking underplay, and no words can tell anyone right now what would really happen should this beyond gargantuan flucking secret straight out from DOGTOWN'S GATES come out now into this human mortal waking physical flucking glass weerlld, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! Lovely Joyce from 1973, and her talk with my mom on the phone, 'SOOOOOOOOOO' Art Crane oh sir, now where 2 start this would indeed B the true blue absolute Shakespearean question, and perhaps QUEST, from 1995; 4 my finding all of my magical SCYLLA GODDESSES!!!! I was on me' couch a couple of days ago and just around the starting of this incredible recent 3-day death assault, and suddenly while thinking about my mom and some of her beyond ridiculously wild and weirdo gal-pals throughout the years; and naught ridiculously young looking ones, Doctor Reda Eyes of near Burlington, NJUSAESMWG towns, from 1997; with interesting and chain-related questions 2 the future-Mountainpen and present MARK WAYNE MOHR; and while thinking of this, I began thinking of many of my moms phone talks with some of these nut jobs, and how I could naught help but 2 hear and naught one wee tad bit trying 2 eavesdrop on her conversations, and suddenly due 2 the pure wild chance of just an hour earlier than this, I was remembering how she and her friend the lovely Mizz Katherine Flanagan, also were talking on the phone from my Atco home, and I had everything all bugged up, and how later on I ran back a tape and heard them discussing me, and how I remembered how once a long while back she was talking of me with good old lovely Mizz Joyce and while living at Dellway Arms Apartments in 1973. All these events just magically came together, and suddenly triggered the memory of my mom's talk with Joyce, while I was in me' bedroom of the apartment, and she was sitting on the couch talking on the phone, a landline phone which we all had in those times of 1973, and I was at me' desk doing some paperwork. I then heard a conversation of mom and obviously could not hear Joyce on her end of the phone, but mom said the most incredible thing, and I always wanted 2 confront her, and 2 ask just Y she had spoken that, and I never ever got around 2 it; and then as time passed, I simply went on 2 dismiss it as another one of my mother's stupid nonsensical rantings, in other words WEIN, or (What Else Is New)? My mom was saying something about not caring about certain things due 2 extremely weird circumstances that she could never discuss with anyone, and that she was often wondering about something that her granddaughter might become someday and after several minutes, I heard even weirder junk. She was speaking about me, or I thought she was, only she was speaking as if an entire generation was being skipped, I don't remember the details now. It has been a full half century since this telephone talk went down, 1973 plus 50 years is 2023, and that is a long time 4 my remembering exact words that I heard my mom say through the closed door 2 my bedroom. It was along the lines of my wondering, “Gee, Y-R-U saying this when U know fully well that I am your son, and that U do not have any grandchildren; and I am going 2 ask U just what the fruck U were talking about, and even if I get hollered at 4 listening, then I will simply tell U the truth, and say 2 my mom, that I could naught help but 2 overhear U, as U were naught even trying 2 speak softly”. My mom did not snap out much, but when she did she could scream louder than all get out at light speed frikkin' squared folks, and I just wasn't looking 4 a big glass fight with her, so I just forgot about it entirely; but now, holy COW LEO VERIZON-1997, wanna' cut me a flucking brake here, oh lovely coworker from 1985, lovely Mizz Margie Leo??? Now folks, after about a month of my wondering just Y my mom was saying those things 2 Joyce from the SPS, I just forgot about it all, and stuff was suddenly going beyond wild and nuts because my father who I had naught seen 4 nearly a solid decade when I was around age nine and a half and living back at apartment number 125-A Haddon Hills, on Pyle Avenue, in WESTMONT, NJUSAESMWG; had suddenly returned. Now I of course no more believe that HE JUST CAME BACK AT THAT TIME 4 ABSOLUTELY NO PARTICULAR REASON, than I would believe it if U came up 2 me this very second and tried telling me that U have been told by the Lord Jesus Christ 2 pull out a knife, and cut my throat. Neither of those things would ever in any remotest possible way, make one damn glass wee tad whittle bit of sense. Sorry, but that is how I feel about THAT!!!!! But Joyce is a whole other matter, as this girl in her own way was every bit as magical 2 me now in a hindsight reflection of memories, as was the lovely gorgeous mind bending, Mizz Patricia non-Holidays-holster carrying Hollister!!!!!!!!!!!! So just what do I mean here U may indeed B wondering, so allow and permit me 2 inform U. Every time my mom described Joyce, she acted as if she was more beautiful than lovely Mizz Erica Luccisnakes from the nearly brand new television soap series of those times, called AMC, (All My Children). When I eventually saw her one afternoon while my mom was at work and she rang my doorbell and handed me something in a small package and asked me 2 give it 2 my mom, I thought that she was almost hideous and ugly. How can my mom and I both C the same woman, and get 2 opposing views of that incredible glass magnitude, 4 crying out loud, YO? In about a year or so of time passing by, I was watching that incredible STAR TREK television show, back then we only had the original sixties show that only recently had been canceled after a 3 year run; and I saw one of the first reruns from middle 1966, that episode with Nancy Crater the salt-creature. Remember 4 any loyal Trekkers out here, how Doctor McCoy saw her one way, and then good ole' Billy Shatner or Captain James Kirk saw her that other way? I mean, like W-O or WOW, or Bob Andrews vocalist turned Federal Congressman RA, here, “WHATEVER”!!! Jesus Christ Almighty, fwolks!!!!!!!!!! Hey lovely Mizz Margie Leo, come on girl. Speaking of come on girl, and more recent from present time points, “HEY GIRL” and gorgeous Mizz Leticia Tilley; there is a whole lot of power behind that mind busting day with 'LT' in that back seat of me' car, when her distant cuzz and also my own daughter was in Atlantic City & at the HARRAH's Casino performing. She was beyond insistent that I did that “HEY GIRL” shout 2 her over and over. She was in stitches, and it meant something HUUUUUUUGE 2 her, and the reason that I later came 2 find this out great folks, is just as big a thing as stuff in this blog; but it must wait 4 future chapters, as just how much crap can anyone of U all handle, and at any one given sitting, 4 crying out louder than 15 bells of sound pressure levels (150 Db)??????????? Oh Yessireebob fiends & friends, IPYT we'll get a lot more into gorgeous CUZZ-Letty, and how it ties into the recently downloaded magical program of MIMI's great 2008 musical stuff, and how it all absolutely with no question about it being even remotely possible here, fits into 1997, and especially my lyrics on the song copyrighted by me then that originally was the music from 1988 in my Epitome Of Harassment Part 2 musical project. Wanna get the mind blow of your lives, then STAY-C tuned!!!!

Fatso-Ratso-Patatso great peeps; is the last friggin' laugh gonna' B on WOMO-SUBSCUZ after nearly 4 decades of their endless hellishness and DOGTOWN ON EARTH treatment of me by them. LIKE 1 GREAT BIG GLASS WOW-WEEEEEEEEEEE DOW WEEEEEEEEEEEE, YO BRO. What am I talking about, hell or (Dogtown), I am talking about what else but PARALLEL EVENT APPLIED 2 ROULETTE, only now, we must endeavor 2 label this as sort of like Mister Christmas Movie Beezee, of the toy company, U know, any and all loyal lovers of all Christmas songs and Christmas movies the planet over; as in Christmas 2, or now in this particular case and situation, PARALLEL EVENT APPLIED TO THE GAME OF ROULETTE, 2!!!!!!!!! All haters of Mountainpen, get ready 2 wet your futhermucking rock chucking bunt tapping goddessdog pants here, because 2 quote an old song written by me, “HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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No great wonderful viewer-people; the Mountainpen is neither a FAKE nor a PHONY, and U can even ask distant-cousin DJT. Of course just what he will tell U is anybody's endless best guests-guess, right along with the mighty Pink Sky Goddess!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW THAT HUUUUUUUGE STUFF, huh Senator Sanders, SIR????????????????????????????

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Mister Crane;

AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER 1971 MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have quite a 'doozie-whopper' story 2 tell today, oh wonderful Sir-'President Barrack Obama', and it goes like thissssssss, oh lovely Mizz Erica Luccisnakes:

DEAR FBI, Y IS THIS BEING DONE 2 ME???????

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Y-R THESE DIRTBAGS SHUTTING MY STUFF OFF.

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Dear FBI:

All of the link connections in my entire blog have been turned off by either some illegal hacker violating my civil rights or by the B-C violating my civil rights (freedom of speech) within limited parameters. Still, even then, this unwillingness 2-B specific and give exact reasons by my way of viewing Florida laws about my 1^st Amendment rights under the USA Constitution, at the LAW LIBRARY here in town just 2 blocks away from the main library branch system of this county SLC; and this states that I need 2-B given a full explanation as 2-Y things R taken off and down that I am posting, if they wish 2-B fully within legal compliance, and this is not being done 4 me, naught at all, naught one wee tad little bit FBI, and we lal know Y. We know I have a powerful tale that peeps from the PENT right down 2 the flagging RIAA and entertainment industries in general, SIMPLY DO NAUGHT WISH ME 2 GET OUT AND EXPOSE IT 2 THIS WORLD, YO YO YO YO YO YO. IT IS JUST AS SIMPLLLLEEEE AS THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!

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