L30B; THE NEXT BLOG AND SUBTITLED; Mail Service Has Mysteriously Returned 2 Me Today, and Folks, it is Time 2 Tell U a Wee Tad Bit More Now Concerning Mizz-Cuba, and Misses Marola
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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:
Who remembers my recent Wednesday morning nightmare that left me so monstrously screwed up upon my awakening from it, that I canceled out an appointment that I had at me' local library, because of the intensity and fright of this horrendous rod slam experience, YO peeps????? This was only 3 days ago but feels as if it was also a lifetime ago between my short term memory issues after a lifetime of off the scales and dials stress from these monster WSMT enemies, the SPAMMENIES, and the WOMO-SPACEFORCE-WSMT demon slime scum, from HELL, AKA in the real Purgatory, “DOGTOWN”!!!!! Remember that I was living in the park riught near the library where shortly I was supposed 2-B going after wakening and beginning my waking-world-day, only I never did this because the nightmare had me beyond screwed up in me' mind and emotions, leaving me a shell of a person 4 many long hours of waking-time, good folks. In the nightmare, I had a broken toilet and issue with a clog just as I have here in my waking world reality. The toilet went completely bizerk and nuts on steroids, and without me' ole' classmate Amy Cooley from 1972; and then in waking life, my horrific diarrhea attack that has left me very ill 4 several days, also came upon me, striking me down on my grassmole, like a doomed fracking dog chasing its vomit covered tail and yelping like a child in a demon filled home of 'horrorville'!!!!!!! These things R called TOSE, and shortened in my Morianity teachings, with the actual meaning of TOWEL-SEEPAGE-EFFECTS. All 5th dimensional truths R simply items and all of these items of fifth dimensional property has TOSE. Astrally, all things originate, then filter down into the lower physical dimensions of the hyperspace, and our one universe is just one small infinitesimal part and piece of this super large huge whole, and so these 'items' of originating astral energetic truths, come here 5th dimensionally, meaning they pop into this 5-D system when their true energies become divided by C-SQUARED after losing 2 much energy which happens after virtually endless interaction happen on this Astral Plane, depleting almost all of the 'energies of individual Purgatites', or thought-pieces of the actual true zero dimensional thought-wave from the upline world in the 7th dimension. We can sometimes think of this 7-D locale as the realm of Lawtronics, as my blogs have stated from their beginning times. But we also can think of this, as the locale of absolute utter TRUTH, as well as the VOID-INFINITY! But how does all of this now rehashed junk, fit into this message 4 today; some of U may B head scratching by now, as well as 'BUFFERIN-WONDERING & PONDERING', YO!!!!!!!!!! Allow me now 2 further enlighten U-2 just what is 'going 1980-RPL-coworker Mister Joe Sivo DOWN'!!!!!!!!!
I realized that towel seepage effects between the worlds of wakefulness and dreaming, was real and totally true, back as a 9 year old little snot nosed punky kid, living at apartment #125-A at the Haddon Hills, in Westmont (WSMT), NJUSAESMWG, during a time when my father was visiting my mom and I there, while he was in Florida, and deep sea treasure diving, with the famous 2 men of the area there; Mister Melvin Fisher, and Mister Kip Wagner, of the Treasure Salvers Incorporated, and the Real 8 Corporations. He was shaving in the bathroom that was situated on the other side of a tiny hallway so the doors 2 the bed and bath rooms were only apart by the width of the ending hallway, about 4 little feet, and both doors were open, and I had been sleeping and it was therefore close 2 the time that I would B waking up without hearing any sounds, but suddenly, my dad's noisy electric shaver was inside of my dreams, and without getting into this and it has been told about ten times by now I'm quite sure peeps; this is one example of TOSE, and there R nearly countless other types of this same deal, the TOSE. What will B talked about right now, involves both CUBA the girl whom I met back in the very early times of this 21st century after driving back from Pennsylvania 2 Jersey from me' job at the Roadway Trucking Company; and going through some areas where night-ladies hang out or did back then; and met Cuba 4 the first time; and later was destined 2 meet her a second time, while taking the KING WASHCLOTH FAMILY 2 Atlantic City 2-C and meet up with some friends of Dawn's and Ann's, and they did not want me 2 come in 2 the apartment but rather 2 wait in the parking lot in me' car. But when they all came out, I realized it was the same CUBA girl that I had known from approximately 7 years earlier, and had blown me off when trying 2 call her at her Camden home, as did her father, and Dawn mentioned her name, and after seeing her, I knew it was the Cuba that I had known. But how does this tie into TOSE, dreaming situations, and the wild special-ed-teacher of Cooley Hall from the one and only year that she was there, and me' vely first year at the Cooley Hall, the awesome illustrious gorgeous Misses Marola???? Allow me now 2 tell U a tale that is wild, completely true, and yes, in small sections with quite a bit of editing and blacked out lining, should this B coming from my mind, & directly into a classified document report. We've all seen what I'm referring 2 here, with 90 percent of it all totally black highlight lined out, and edited away, due 2 its vely vely vely 'sensitive', and or classified status, YO BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!! Quoting an old song that I wrote in the 90's or late 80's somewhere, or the intro into it, “HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOOOO”!!!!
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AGAIN FOLKS, I MUST STRESS, U WON'T C THE BLACK HIGHLIGHTED STUFF SUCH AS THIS EXAMPLE BELOW, IT IS THE SAME DEAL HOWEVER, AS MY MIND WILL HAVE 2 GLOSS AND OR SKIP OVER EXTREMELY SENSITIVE CONTENT DUE 2 THE NEW WORSHIPED CELEBRITY SYSTEM OF AMERICA IN THE POST MISTER SHORT-NECK TIMES AND DAYS THAT WERE ALL BEHIND THE DISCOVERY OF OUR TRULY WONDERFUL AND AWESOME BEATLES!!!!
So no, it won't look like this, BUT IT WILL B THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, MISTER MIKE SOFT THISTLETHORNS, OH MIGHTY CUMPUKER SIR!!!!
The cat jumped over the moon and the dog howled and the sky turned bright orange, and ask me if I give a rotten bird slapping shirt, as I most certainly do naught; oh gorgeous Mizz Blake.
Cuba's discussion with me about the dude who introduced me 2 the game of ROULETTE back early in December of the year of 1982, as well as that May 30, 1969 school play, that Misses Marola insisted that I perform in, and on my own personal time, that no school any place, has a legal right 2 insist that any student ever do, then or now, as I understand the laws of this land; all interweave and commingle and interconnect together here, in a wild surreal manner and way, but I am not able 2 truly tell all of the power house nuances 2 it all that would grab anyone and make them reach 4 a toilet seat so that they can either puke or slap!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So then folks, just how much can I say without a definite blog censoring as well as other ramifications and consequences that would prove almost instantaneously beyond viciously dire 2 the poor pitiful non-Ronstadt Mister Mountainpen?????????? Well, this is my answer 2-U all, great folks of the L30B, and the future residents of the yet 2-B born, enjoying this either on some saved historical record, or directly in their real time through GALANET or any such similar high-tech TRILANE-STAR-TREK-SYSTEM of using distance-delay IN ORDER 2 ACCOMPLISH THAT FEAT. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, pwetty-pweeeeeeeeeeze weedeth on now, gwate fwolks!!!! TANKS & B-----O-----O-----M!!!!!
I have never told anyone on this 18 and one quarter year long blog now, the full details of May 30, 1969, even though in earlier blogs from numerous years back and many on the blogs where U need 2 access by using my links that take U back there 2 those days from 2006 through 2011 or so; I did go into the story of the play, of how I was forced and I MEAN ABSOLUTELY FORCED 2 do it, when I did not wish 2 do it, and stated it vely emphatically 2 me' mom, my teacher, my mom's boyfriend Mister Sid Crown, and some others; and I gave full accurate accounts of what took place in Atlantic City, as a result of my getting down 2 the beaches of Tennessee Avenue about an hour later than my normal schedule, since I had 2 first do the play, then leave and walk over 2 the train station in Haddonfield, the PATCO LINE, taking me back westerly first, so that I could catch a bus that locally ran down the Julia White Horse Pike all the way from the Ferry Avenue Train Station, into Atlantic City. Every mother fracking time I write ATLANTIC CITY, it smalls-spells the goddamn word of 'CITY'; every single runt slapping rock chucking fracking goddess damned time; and is back on a real fracking annoying roll 4 doing it, YO PEEPS!!!!!!!! 2 say it is getting on me' last Dawn-Marie King nerve here, would B a quintessential understatement and absolute under-exaggeration; me' great folks out there!!!!!!! JEEZ-LOUISE, Surfer Fonty, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!
So moving on now with May 30, 1969, and how this deal with Misses Marola all interweaves into the true tale with lady Cuba the street-walker, friend of the family, and perhaps part of the major WASHCLOTH-CLAN-ESS-TRAVELERS-CLUBS, OF THE COSMOS, 4 all I know. ACMUA properties and horrible monstrous demonic criminal conduct and ENRON-PROOFS, all notwithstanding here, only rod slam it, they all should B, YO world. Wanna' 'cut me a dang brake' here, Mizz Leo from 1985, oh mah'm???????????????????? This was not only the day where I ran into lovely SARAH KRASSLE, or Sara J. Karge in living-human form, on her fave street of the Earth-Planet, TENNESSEE AVENUE; where she has sung HER mighty ASTRAL song 2 me, and did about 11 years and 6 weeks in the antimatter reflected space where my body lay dead and in bed in me' bedroom at 1802 Robin Hill almighty cool Apartments of Voorhees Township, NJUSAESMWG. It is also a day while an hour B-4 that, maybe only 30 minutes earlier, B-4 leaving the beach, I ran into a hippie and his gal-pal who had been stalking and following me ever since my arrival about 3 hours earlier on the beach. When I looked at my watch, and began 2 put my shirt on, and leave the beach, they seemed 2 suddenly B right next 2 me, and the dude said, “It's time 4-U-2 leave now, isn't it”? When I did, this of course is when I ran into the great SARAH, on her mighty great STREET, (10-SC Avenue)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These 2 young peeps about 19 years of age give or take a year or so, appeared 2 know me like an open book, as if they were from a future historical society, and following me around 2-C just what truly went down in 1969, and I remember having those wild thoughts right inside of me' whittle head, as this was all going down in real-time, or should I rephrase this 4 the soon 2 happen following summer, and say here, in REALE-TIME, YO???????????? Christ Almighty. This later on ties in with an incident right around the 2nd time that Patty HHH had come back after the original time in late June when she had her way with me underneath the pier, and then came the soon 2 follow world famous rock song, 'Under the Boardwalk'!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was world altering stuff 4 many reasons, we all know it, and so Y wouldn't some crazy future historical peeps wanna' come back and bear witness 2 some of it, just as in 'SHADOW MAN TWILIGHT ZONE', the new remade 80's TV-shows, and song rip offs from recently copyrighted material only titles cannot B protected, so rip-off is most likely a wrong word 2-B used here, LEEEEEEEEEGALLY, quoting me' distant cuzz Mister Deejay Trump!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cut me a brake here willya' Mizz Margy McFly Leo!!!!!!!!! TANKS & BOOM. Think U have heard anything yet here peeps? Pardon me please while I go off and laugh at this remade HAROLD LLOYD MOVIE with great buildings not just loved by Mountainpen and his kid, but by most peeps the pwanet over, Mister Larry, Curly, and Mo Howard, JEEZ-LOUISE, Detective Fontanna, great SIR!!!!!!!!!!! And U think U know about mysterious; gimme' a break here, U wonderful cool dresser wardrobe owner SIR!!!!!!!! THANK-UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU, all hills and all sugars everywhere, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!! That super song from 1981 still is blowing me' mind, “U ain't heard nothing yet”, 'ACCCCF', if I am hearing the notes right in me' whittle head, Yo musicians!!!!!!!!! Boy oh boy oh boy, all wonderful awesome peeps named 'BILLY'!!!!!! Let's move back now on pernt; huh Mister Archibald Bunker, of Queens, NYUSAESMWG, without any goddess dogged airport tips of grueling agony followed by ENDLESS TEASING PINK GODDESSES and great small furniture stores who happen 2-B in the rental business!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW-WOW-WOW.
THINGS ALL TIE IN WITH ANOTHER POWERFUL COWORKER DUDE FRO ME' PAST SECURITY JOB TIMES AND DAYS, MISTER NIGHTCLUBS OF TRENTON, NJUSAESMWG CONNECTED, SIR KEVIN WILLIS; AND MY TUNE CALLED, “I AIN'T GOT NO MONEY', ABOUT LOVELY KATY FROM THE D-Q, A FEW YEARS EARLIER IN MATTER SPACES, OR (THE PAST). Mister Willis came back 2 visit with me right around the same time that another entertainment world connected dude also came into my guard shack house 2 visit, the dude that sells those tires on cool TV-ad-spots, and appears numerous times on the awesome TV hit law show, 'L&O', his most famous role being in the episode where he played the guy who wrote a book about the Sicilian Club that I am misspelling and rotten Spellchecker ain't assisting me one wee tad bit here, so I cannot help it, and no comments pweeeeeeeeeeze, and TANKS, and yes, B---O---O---M. AND NOW AT 32 MINUTES PAST 8 ON THIS SATURDAY EVENING, THESE ENEMY NABE 'BLOTOR-SICKIE' MOTORBIKE RIDERS, R PERSECUTING AND ANNOYING ME WITH THEIR ROTTEN LOUD GLASS BIKES OUTSIDE OF ME' WHITTLE JOINT!!! Yes, I have decided 2 get out of this hellhole that used 2-B a nice place 2 live, and quoting David Roth from 1988 here good fwolks out there; “every time we move into a new job, it starts out nice like a breath of fresh air, and in no goddamn time whatsoever, it turns into total shkit”, only he didn't quite say 'shkit', now did he, YO folks????? There was a pizza party tonight, and this always attracts those dirtbag blotor-sickie riders, and that includes the nights of the bingo games also, Tuesdays and Thursdays. This has been a major endless NOISE ASSAULT ON ME 4 A LONG TIME NOW, ONLY IF IT WAS JUST MOTHER TRUCKING NOISE, I'D B AS GIDDY RIGHT NOW AS A DRUNKEN FRACKING SAILOR, YO WORLD!!!!!!!!! But let me now resume the topic, as quite obviously, MY ENEMY WOMO-SPACEFORCE SPAMMENIES (WSMT) SCUM SLIME DIRT HOLES, R DOING ALL THEY CAN 2 INTERRUPT ME' CONCENTRATION AND CAUSE ME DISTRACTION & CONFUSION, WHEN ON THIS POWERFUL TOPIC OF COOLEY HALL, SARAH KRASSLE, 1969, AND TYING IN THE ENTIRE ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY, AS IT ALL TIES IN, RIGHT DOWN 2 MUCH OF THE CRIMINAL ENDLESS ACTIVITY BEING PERPETRATED UPON ME WITH THE BIGGEST OF ALL BEING TOM REALE's SEXUAL MOLESTATION OF ME IN 1970 TWICE, AT HIS CORNWALL AVENUE PROPERTY IN VENTNOR, NJUSAESMWG, AND AT THE BEHEST OF THE GREAT ALMIGHTY MCGUIRE & CALLIO FAMILIES OF ENRON AND ACMUA, AND STILL YET OTHER YET 2-B ACCUSED FUTURE GRAND JURY INDICTED SLIME SCUM OF REFLECTED ANTIMATTER LOCALES!!!!!!!! No matter what else is going down, and is out there surrounding me, and causing my life 2-B 'beyond the status of nightmare cubed while endlessly awake', and 4 short here, causing my life 2-B 'BSNCWEA', and having absolutely nothing whatsoever 2 do with any 'Mike Soft sweatbands'; there is an ESS, or ther eis what I, Mountainpen and in his official MORIANITY religion 4 the 3rd millennium calls it, an ESS, and this ESS is behind everything, and the reason is all because of GAMES AND BETTING ON THESE GAMES, and wagers may B in $$$$$$ oh yes folks, but they may B in things that R not necessarily $$$$$$$$$$$, as many things of course have values, not always easily monetarily exchangeable. This is where we all have heard that famous term and word of, “priceless”, as some things of course R worth more and less, 2 different peeps; and some things R absolutely priceless, and cannot have a dollar value assigned 2 them. Our human lives R considered 2-B this very item, “PRICELESS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Simple, but just how simple is all of the crabbola behind it all?????????? Naught at all simplllleeee, Officer Chuck Kim, naught at all!!!!!!!!!!!! Many peeps told me that they wouldn't have given me ten cents 4 Donna Summer's version of the ol;d song called, “White Boys” from late in the 1960's. I wouldn't have parted with it if it had been the only copy and there were no ways of making copies, hypothetically speaking; 4 any amount of money. Someone could have offered me a million dollars back while I was at 1802 Robin Hill, and I would have pulled a Mizz Nancy Reagan on them!!!!!!!!!!! So U-C, things many times fall into the category of priceless, as well as the old expression that goes, “One man's meat is another man's poison”, and these things R absolutely real and true, YO. What was the school play at Cooley Hall in Haddonfield, NO-JOY-ZEE-USA about; B-4 going any further in my true tale of absolute Dogtown here, me' good peeps out there in Cyberville???????????? It was a play that was reenacting what else, on Memorial Day Holiday times? The fallen soldiers of war time, as this holiday is all about the remembering of the fallen soldiers of present and past American wars, unless my school education has somehow managed 2 fail me, or if and unless all this time-bouncing dream-travel, Mister Eckankar peeps, has thrown me so far adda kilter, that all that I once thought that I knew and understood, is now as worthless as a bucket of wet mud, mixed with mucous and diarrhea. We had a boy by the name of Bruce Shane, who was severely mentally retarded, but could sing like Mister Pavarotti. I don't fracking exaggerate here, and it would B difficult 4 anyone 2 say that either guy could vocalize better than the other one, and I promise U all that I am being dead serious here. Bruce Shane was in this school play along with me and about 15 other boys and girls of my approximate age of 14 and one half years. Misses Marola and her husband and a few others in the staff, as was her husband as he was one of their psychologists; and they had written or made up this silly little play about a family whose 3 sons were all lost 2 a recent times war, but memories R just not there now as 2 if this was the Civil War times of now more than 3 half centuries ago, or a more recent war, all I do remember was that it was a family who had lost their only 3 sons and children 2 this war now being waged. My part was that of someone opposed 2 war in general and had 2 stand on a weird and extremely dumb looking cardboard layout prop scene looking like a sidewalkk outside of some small town, and I had a piece of paper 2 read off of and did not need 2 do any memorizing as the part in this play was all about my character reading this anti-war type message, and I was then grabbed by a policeman, and I think the boy named Grant O'Neil, age 15 and a half years, was playing the policeman, and he was carting me off, most likely 2 jail, only my part was over, and I remember just walking out, and also, doing a lousy job intentionally, sort of my own protest 4 being forced 2 participate when I so vehemently did naught wish 2 do so, YO. Every once in a while until about the age of 23 years or so, I would B back in this dumb glass school play, doing a rotten job on purpose, and walking out and heading down 4 Atlantic City, and I looked that time, U rotten miserable hacking dirt holes out there making me' life an endless living burning breathing nightmare HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The hackers know every single thing that I do, Mister L&O McDowell Key-worm Rice Murderer Raper, and on or off of 5 October in 2008, they hacked me right after saying “I looked that time” so that CITY wouldn't come out as city!!!!!!!!!!! Now Y these totally flagging retarded rock chucking morons DON'T JUST GET A GODDESS DOGGED LIFE SOME DAY, is so far beyond my smother plucking comprehension, it would cause a matter-antimatter explosion if not contained in an electromagnetic powerful terra-watt field of energy, 4 all of U great and awesome 'STAR TREK' fans out there in Cybe-Villa!!!!!!!!!!! So after more endless distracting SPAMMENIES tactics, shall we move on and finish what I wish 2 tell U all today on this blog, concerning the school play, the street walker CUBA and George Belton whom both of us knew, and finally tying in the ACMUA, Tom Reale, Victoria Callio, and the entire WASHCLOTH-KING family from 1970 and years B-4 that as well as many many years following T---H---A---T!!!! Remember I cannot cross red line major stuff, and need 2 talk around stuff and B vely vely Paula-King-Careful, so that poor little defenseless latengrate Mister Regis Philbin and me'self don't get our brains busted in by thugs or directly by Paula and her gang from HELL!!!!!! Oh Mister Bob McDowell of the FCC, and B-4 your retirement a while back; I know who U-R, and I don't care what the research junk is saying, but yes; besides all of this nightmare being 'vely vely vely intelesting' 2 lotsanlots of peeps out there, what right did lovely Mizz Paula King have 2 do these mind bending and mind manipulating horrendous things 2 me all these years, from back in the sixties, 2 all the way up through the times that I lived with her distant cousins, in Blueberryville, NJUSAESMWG??????
B-4 going on with this, this is now the first time that a light is on at night next door, past 9, and there is no car here, but never B-4 has there been a light on, so most likely, Maggie has finally moved in, or who knows who; but about four months ago now, a lady introduced herself 2 me as 'MAGGIE', when I was coming home from the grocery store late one afternoon. Just so long as it isn't Mister Rod Stuart's ole' flame Mizz May, or the Evans girl from that awesome television show, 'Dark Shadows', huh world, as all I need is a resurrection, LITERALLY AND PUN INTENDED HERE, of the white-hot teen queen, named Mizz Roseann Delaney, of WSMT-Westmont, and right next door on the county maps, 2 good old non jazzed up by 'Sir T-G'---Collingswood!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So getting back 2 the story of right now and B-4 we do, I will say only this: Diana, your little gorgeous waxing crescent moon is shinning over me and watching over me, and U-R so beyond awesome and lovely that all words will fail me in any attempts of truly describing my love 4-U, and or just how incredible and lovely U-R, and how much U endlessly shall mean 2 me; U gorgeous ravishing incredible baby-blond Olympian girl, and 33 foot tall COIL-GODDESS energy-entity (Level-9-Purgatite)! Now this play at Cooley Hall, on 30 May of 1969, has many power house cosmic significances, that could never all B adequately fully explored, nor would much of this even B safe 4 me 2 ever try 2 do. Naught without a whole danglass lot of super major and incredible protections that I would absolutely need, against the onslaught nightmare assaults that would instantly follow, by all of those 'SCOTT RANSOM', VELY VELY POWERFUL PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!! Simplllleeee as THAT, folks, but let me now just take U all as far as it may B safe 4 me 2 do, so okay, Mister John Atlantic City KING???
Now I told U that my classmate from Misses Marola's (2000 pronounced) class, Sir Grant O'Neil, was playing the cop in the play who carted me off when I was supposedly on some anti-war rant. This was sort of the in-thing at those times with the actual ongoing war in Vietnam, 4 the younger generation peeps out here reading this, and whom may B totally clueless 2 the sentiment and attitudes of many of the young dudes in fear of being drafted into what they called, “a political and establishment's war, that benefits only the capitalist pigs”, their quote. U can't blame them 4 naught wishing 2 spill their blood when they knew fully well that freedom was not at stake here, and that indeed it was just a game, with actual bets being wagered by the W-O (world-owners), and yes, as in future named by me in 1988, a part of the 'WOMO'. Mister Marcucci, my teacher that very soon would get around 2 being, at my future class year at the mind busting 'Cooley WHHHH', or Cooley Hall, same diff; had powerful antiwar ideas and attitudes and sentiments, but was only allowed 2 say a very few things due 2 state and federal regulations concerning teachers naught being permitted 2 speak out, until it becomes on a level of professor and college student. That is because after about the age of 18, human beings R considered by most governmental authorities, 2-B able t reason stuff out themselves enough so that the influence of an educator does not in some wrongful way, get pounded into the kids. Parents R mostly in agreement with this basic legislative system, and it has sort of stood the test of time, many centuries now, here in the good ole' USA!!! Now back again on pernt with the year B-4 Mister Marcucci, and the final days with Misses Marola. In this play, the hubby of misses Marola whose Christian name I did know back in 1969, and have long forgotten through rare usage of it since basic respect in those times, never had youngsters calling their teachers, or their elders, by first or Christian-names, in most cases. Even my first organizational mentor & BB (big-brother), Sir Frederick Hinger, had me address him always, as Mister Hinger. If Ida said FRED, I'd most likely have taken a short trip through a nearby wall somewhere!!!!!!!!!!!!! That was simply the spirit of those times, good folks of 2024, perhaps 2 young 2 know any of this stuff in a first hand meaningful way; YO YO YO YO YO YO me' BRRRRRRRRRR!!!!Anyway, Mister Marola wrote some nice music, and like me, was a complete amateur, whose main deal in life was his profession as a school psychologist. I need 2 qualify this as I am sort of a small professional, as that word is just a fancy word meaning that money is made from the skill, and back in the end of the 20th century and a couple of years into this 21st century, I was a professional, earning small monies quarterly as an ASCAP licensed musician, and receiving royalties on several songs done through and via the Studio Park Record Company, that I was partners in with Sir Paul Evans Pedersen from back in 1998, through the opening part of this 3rd millennium, that will last about 998 more years, and long past any times of that little failed musical venture, from DOGTOWN itself!!!!!!! Now Mister Marola had written a cool little ditty tune 2-B used ibn this mickey mouse play. It was a nice song, and I asked him about it on my final week in school and the last time that I ever had seen him, and about 5 days B-4 that same time circa that I wrote me' own first song as a teenaged person, not counting dozens of stupid little ditty songs from when I was as young as age 5 years or so, like 'The 5 Hour Song' and 'The Raggedy Blues”, both written when I was 5 years old, and my mom told me how catchy they were. I didn't even know what 'the blues' were at age 5, so this is all part of the 5-D reincarnation truths, that all western world peeps 4 the most part, despise and detest so much; claiming that it stabs God and Jesus Christ in the back, or some such other silly stupid misunderstood total nonsensical stuff on their part, based on the current TYPE-0-Civilization that I am forced 2 endure living within in this current-me-lifetime as Mark Wayne Mohr. Hey, at those same ages right up through the age of middle school, I had never seen or heard of oil drilling wells, especially in the water, yet in powerful recurring dreams, I was many times between the ages of 5 and 10 years, out in water where no land was visible anywhere, and all around me were what I much alter in life realized, were large oil drilling towers. The 5-Dimensional hyperspace is real, and just because most peeps get 2 live and die and have no part of any of it on a conscious mental level, does naught in the smallest way lessen or alter any of its absolute realities. IT IS REAL, but let's get back on the actual point and topic of this blog-chapter, YO. Mister Marola had written this little dfitty song about the war and this family that lost their only three kids 2 the war, as they had become drafted soldiers, so it most likely with all of my best recollected efforts, was the times of the Civil War of the middle late 1860's. I perdy much remember being in a costume of old type clothing more like shkit worn back then as opposed 2 anything worn then in the middle late following 20th century times. This song had a major hook in it, and the melody sung was totally made up by this guy, and I know, as back then, I had a little transistor radio and I did listen each day 2 the AM Philadelphia stations that played the top-40 music, and it was not taken from any song out there back then. Yet Mister George Belton hummed that tune on several occasions back in 1983, and back then, I could naught place what it was that he was singing. I knew it was familiar however, Mister Anthony Bonjovi, oh marvelous super talented sir!!!!!!! Now when CUBA told me that she knew George from approximately 8 years earlier, first remember it was around 2003 or maybe as early as late 2002 when we met in non-jazzed Collingswood, Mister Glenn, proving your ideas about me as completely FALSE however!!!!!!!!!!! So B-4 we all go now and start burning with fire; let me go on with this wild story folks. So in other words it was around 1994 and about a decade later from my times with George in 1983 and 1984, when Cuba and George had their whittle interactions together, that I shall leave up 2 the imaginations of guys everywhere, concerning what type of interactions they may have been, so 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE' 2 quote the great one and only Sir Chester-Frank here, YO world out there!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What Cuba told me that George said about me when 4 very complicated reasons not worth going into as it would take an hour or more, but when somehow I came up as topic of conversation, she described me as the guy that he taught the game of roulette 2, and that very shortly, and remember this is now in 1994 and ten years after my days with George; but very shortly, meaning shortly after 1994, my entire life will B changed. She said that she then asked what the devil he meant by that, and he broke into a monstrous laugh that was beyond scary. He went on with a story about music from my past will go on very soon 2 haunt me in my future, and that he had met a strange man and woman about 80 years of age several years back, who were telling him that what was in store 4 me would go beyond anything that Hollywood in 1,000 years could possibly make a movie about, and would lead 2 my complete endless insanity. This is perdy dern close 2 a word 4 word tell of what lovely rotten Mizz Cuba told me that day right there, in Jazzy ole' Collingswood, NJUSAESMWG on that day back around the early 3rd millennium times. All I wish 2 add in 4 right now today, is that now I have a very clear memory of George's hummed tune, and it was definitely the same tune written in 1969 by Misses Marola's hubby 4 that school play that led 2 the changing of the planet Earth as a result of my arriving an hour or so later than my usual time schedule that day, in ATLANTIC CITY. Music runs all throughout this entire nightmare situation, that 2 I know only 2 goddessdog well, good folks out there. But here is what U do not know, and I never had forgotten this, as I had the song of that play 4 a while, back when I was with George Belton, and going often 2 the casinos with him. I knew through mental I-Ching that a record needed 2-B made of George and me going 2 casinos, even back early in 1984 shortly after returning from my trip in Florida, first 2 Orlando, and then down 2 Miami, with me' Uncle John Mason, after a nasty blowout situation with my ole' RPL-Chief Recording Engineer. When I sent my musical project 2 the great illustrious United States © Copyright Office called, “4 the Record” in 1984 and one of my two (1984 music projects) that I had sent 2 them; & I included a short phone conversation with Sir George 'Belltone' Belton, as I jokingly refer 2 him sometimes. He was talking about numbers in roulette having affinities with each other, such as the numbers of 22 and 5. I remember that phone talk we had 2 this day just as clearly as I remember Merry's incredible foot odors, that night in the city. WEEEEEEEEEEEEE and WOW 2 THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes lovely KATY, also absolutely completely totally absurd and fully dern WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS!!!!!!!! Hey I love my kid no matter what, and most likely she had been walking a long distance, but I sure wish she had kept the shoes on, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just who that old couple really R is anyone's guess and or best GUESTS-GUESS, oh great Pink Goddess Sky, but those Lasky's come 2 my mind, on that great Syfy television show from 1985 or there around, with the Battleship Nimitz, and Pearl Harbor's battle almost reenacted, only Cosmos seemingly had some alternate plans about THAT; at least in the freekin' TV show. I also wonder endlessly about the Chinese girl and that weirdo guy she sometimes seems 2-B with, both in 1975 and again out there in antimatter reflections. She never gets one day older, any more than these aerial vessels that have been persecuting me now 4 coming up on 4 hunt trapping SOLID STRAIGHT FUTHERMUCKING DECADES NOW, GOOD FOLKS! Music is behind this entire mess, and Pink Sky is now apparently living in the persona of the greatest female artist on the planet. She will never admit 2 this, and maybe consciously is completely unaware of this. Even our LORD JESUS CHRIST, until Cuzz Bap John threw water all over him, did not get lightning struck with full astral realization memories, of all the junk that is permanently etched inside of my dern glass skull now up here in 2024. The connection must go from the energy realm through the conduit into us or it is just like endless kids in a sandbox with a nuke war going on all around them, and there they R, oblivious 2 the potential hellishness surrounding their box!!!!
Now I have not told diddly about the ENRON-ACMUA-UTILITY connections, and how the WASHCLOTH CLAN of Pleadian DOGTOWN struck me in a nightmare of epic proportions several days back and making my life turn major spiraling down once more; nor have I so much as started telling U all Y the water company in Atlantic City, purchased Tom Reale's Cornwall Avenue property, nor who and what was behind all of it; but U can bet that I know exactly how the fracking entire ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY FITS INTO THIS, along with all of the swirvy swirling roads, the route 9 TV ad-spots of 1997, the Katy's of the D-Q, and on and on and on, and all of this has but one powerful agenda and purpose, only none of U will believe my words about this, naught in fifty thousand fracking goddess danged years!!!!!!!!!! It is all a HUUUUUUUGE gargantuan GAME, and many billion dollar bets R being waged every single goddessdog day with this nightmare!!!!!!!!! B-4-I dare say 2 dang ding glass much more though folks, I will need a whole stinking rotten lot of futhermucking giant protection. It is just that John Henningsen MENTALIST TELEVISION SHOW simplllleeee here, good peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!! All of that horrible hellish junk going on now in the middle east, as well as right there in that same non Meeker-house-train-station other time and place Doctor DONNA-DAGS deal, all of it and more, it is all just one giant GAME with all sorts of non stop giant bets being wagered on all sorts of events, and if U think these monster slime ball snake demons care one teensy weensy iota about innocent peeps and little kids and their blood being spilled all over the streets, and the endless whaling and tears of their moms, well, then think again; as they R heartless, they cannot B shamed, they have no mercy, & they R THE DEVIL ITSELF, AND THIS IS ALL REAL, AND I AM GIVING IT 2-U ALL, SO LAUGH THE CHRIST AT ME ALL DANG DAY IF IT MAKES U FEEL ONE WEE TAD BIT BETTER, FOLKS!!!!!!!!!! WOW THAT. I have no power 2 make one soul listen 2 my powerful incredible true story of Morianity, © 1995, from the great Highview Apartments of Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!! There is not 2 much 2 add there, as U all know that I know that this is called, the LAMBRIGG CULT of the Plankatory. This is the one third of the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, which is the governing political body on this astral plane of timeless infinite existence, slang known there as the AWA, or the Astral World Authority. Naturally I am translating into Earth-English verbiage now, as I am living here in body, in this STM illusion, as a resident of this mind busting EARTH-PLANET!!!! Natch, this will B followed up on, that is if this blog stays, and ain't struck with RED TRIANGLES here, great FBI agents out there in Quantico!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, Mr. McNulty.
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