Posting up at approximately ten past 8 AM on 5-6-24.
L30B; THE NEXT BLOG AND SUBTITLED; My Next Door Nabe is Awesome and Great, and I will enjoy Having A Real Great Person Next 2 Me 4 a Change
MOUNTAINPEN'S LUNAR CALENDAR:
MONDAY, MAY 06, 2024---JWSC-MON-12-139
CURRENT PHASE IS: WANING CRESCENT 4-5
N.M. WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6 F.Q. WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6 WXG7 F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5 WNG6 WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4 WNC5 N.M.
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WAXING GIBBOUS---------(W-X-G)
WANING GIBBOUS--------(W-N-G)
WANING CRESCENT------(W-N-C)
MAGNETIC PERCENTAGES CHARTS IN 2024, FOR BOTBAR DAYS:
2024 ANNUAL, MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE FOR BOTBAR:
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04/11------102-------27------------------------26---x----01
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A teensy weensy line little moon is rising right close 2 the sun, and the time is now 44 minutes past 6 of the clock, here in me' town of Flowerland, in the northeastern quadrant of Fort Pierce. It is clear and warm, naught oppressive, and I had an awesome talk yesterday morning around this same time, real early in the morning with me' great cool nabe, Mizz Maggie, and got lots of questions and queries all resolved, without my even needing 2 ask questions or make me'self seem nosy or overly inquisitive, as she volunteered lots of stuff. She is another investor, and plans 2 rent the joint out, and only 2 a real 'high class person', nasty glass as those words seem 2-B now in this 21st century new-age. All it means here in my case is, not a pig, not some noisy person or bum that will mess the place all up, a sort of slob person as was the prior dude, Mister Dominick the latengrate Trump loving Lambrigg cultist. In any event, when I observe young peeps here with her, it is all her family; and they R all really fixing everything up 2-B ship shape and super nice, but the majority of the maintenance noise is now all over. We had a wonderful twenty minute talk while she was repairing her front door yesterday, and I learned a lot, and was happy with all of the news. While we spoke, Diana's whittle line waning moon, that is almost cycled away now, until next Thursday when her new lunar cycle starts 2 wax out, and she was shining down on me in a tiny wide angling smiley face grin, and was astonishingly gorgeous and ravishing in the freshly glistening morning sunlight, YO world aldare!!!!!!!!!!!! May is always a memory 4 me as many of me' 'L30B' know only 2 rod slam glass well, as in moving into the great and forever illustrious RHA-#1802, in Voorhees Township, in NJUSAESMWG. Also this couples with doing those magical demo-tunes that year in 1980, and on and on I can go; so Y naught then, have all of this current stuff with this endless transdimensional problem here, B the target again and now, of major importance, speaking of the incredible dream, and the brand new, & in brand new (non-Melanie-keyed) light of course, meanings of the COOLEY HALL and the great and awesome surreal MAROLA'S????????? U-C when I began these blogs back in early 2006, I was clueless 2 lots of stuff, first off, just who Patty & Merry truly were, other than peeps from long ago and actually, naught that memorable in light of more recent major life 'KRASSLE-oriented' circumstances, YO peeps. I mean, can U blame me 4 saying thistlethorns, and 4 saying this, when it is all merely the gull slam grass, truth 4 crying out loud??????!!!!!!!!!! I also was clueless 2 anything music-related in so far as artists, the industry, and all of that non Collingswood-Collinwood arranged jazz junk, as I just do naught follow that silly rubbish, as me' life is just way 2 endlessly screwed up 2 bother or 2 even care about trivial matters involving entertainment. If your life was endlessly on the brink of HELL and falling apart at the speed of light, U would feel no differently than me, so please folks, quit judging the poor pitiful whittle Mister Mountainpen here, and TANX, and a great big glass loud B---O---O---M!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I knew that something big was up with my dreams going sort of 90 percent beyond nutso, even 4 me the Mountainpen crackpot from New Jersey; according 2 the WFMU-INTERNET-RADIO peeps. Then 10 days or so back, kapow. The beginning of another recurring serial dream, only with the Cooley Hall peeps, and in a very far out locale, the 'Tobycouch' area, of the great 'FDHS' system. And then I come 2 learn and 2-C that it all is towel seepage effects that come form this far away realm, and that the Marola's all come fro there as well, as does this entire STAR FAMILY, at least 4 the very most part, and unless I am completely misreading this entire 20 year or so recent nightmare that all was born out of me' awesome ands beyond hyper-natural quest and search 2 find the great SARAH KRASSLE of Atlantic City, and the ALMIGHTY PINK SCYLLA-GODDESS HERSELF, as here we go again dock Shriner and mommy, another Mister Kent and soup deal, one rtight after the other, huh there great peeps out there of the CYBE-VILLA, YO?????????????? U-C folks, the more far out into the Tobycouch realm of the fifth dimensional hyperspace that we go, it starts 2 grow clearer and clearer that this is where all sorts of stuff is being game created, so that pieces and parts of it can all become thrust and blown out into these closer-in locales of the inner dream worlds, eventually popping it all out into oiur waking world, but yes, all sort of jigsaw puzzled around and never quite the way we think that stuff should all truly B. This is Y the endless questions surround the human condition and it is quyite doubtful that things along that line R ever gonna' truly alter, unless we eventually do manage somehow 2 evolve from a 'T-O-C' into a 'T-I-C', or a more advanced TYPE-1-civilization, 2 quote the awesome and illustrious New York City professor here, and TV star of the past decade and a half or so now, Sir Michio Kaku!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He absolutely knows that most if naught all of this Morianity tale of major tears and woe-whiz-me hellish truths, is all real and true. Whether he would dare 2 publicly admit it and then risk 'reputational ridicule', and even potential eventual ostracizing; well, that is anyone's forever best 'GUESTS-GUESS' I would dern glass suppose, YO folks!!!! I-C-I have coined another new-Morianity word here 2-B added into the Mohr-Franklin POOR RICHARD-RUSS DICTIONARY, and when it fits what I need 2 say here, and the word program says there is no such word, then flew-U, I shall make the word up, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Put me in jail if U wish 2, YO. I'm gonna' dern glass do it, folks!!!!!!!
Yes King David, Talk about wanting to freaking wash your hands! Holy mother of fracking goddess; I assure you that my pants are not on fire; but I am done having fun!!!!!!!!!!!
GODDESS PAULA WILL GET ME FOR THIS, and for what Dave and I did in 1986, at New Jersey's famous 'LBI', on one late summer night. This is right out of NICKS DEAD MIDNIGHT POETS SOCIETY OF!!!! Hay all grown up 'Teen bitch', leave my property alone, you sludge brain fiend!!!! I will hear that Mountain Dew bottle crashing into frikkin' pieces in Richard Karpf's basement at 1931 Route 70, in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG, for all frikkin' butt wiping eternity, ladies and gentlemen.
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HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 163
I WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN, YO!!!!!!!!!!
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I went out to my medical appointment at Lawnwood Regional Horse Pistol (Hospital), and got back in, just past noon. My repair AT&T peeps will be here between 4-8, roughly. WEEEEEE, not the dam TV, but WOW Paula Uwich, and all your marvelous and ''connected'' friends. My best to all those up in the Jersey Oranges; and Deon too. Give me a break Patrick Jane, but then I know it would be way more freaking ass apropos to just say, hey, give me a break 2008!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, I am dwindling aniwho, since petering freaking out close to a monthly 4-K page-view. Oh well, as the French say, “SAY-LEVY”. As the Americans might say, “Watch out for those kick glass times like in 1975, by all great Atlantic City Beach Patrol people”, and of course, when reported, watch out for all the great HALLS WALLS that go up to protect the powerful people of all branches in government, federal, state, and local, and I-P-Y THIS ONE FOLKS, that local is the smallest perhaps, but inside of its deadly grip, lies all of the great and humongous freaking power. You control an area, township or county, or RAW; and 'YOU'LL ROCK AND RULE'!!!!!!!!!!! Forget about the freaking Empire State Building, Taffy and Director of FCC Bob, back in 1972. Oh yeah I forgot, he wasn't the big cheese of the FCC then, but merely my pal at Cooley-Wormhole Christmas Trees Hall, and did I say HALL???????? Yes sir, let me watch out and 'BE CAREFUL' around all these local powers and 'FAWCES', and boardwalk frequency modulation radio stations in Jersey. You are in with things you have no idea about, my old buddy 'TD-REGIS', and hopefully I am not preaching to RIPA, the choir, or any of your very interesting associates. Well, your OCIATES anyway, and the first part is more the way I see these 'lovely darlings up there to my north'. LIKE WOW, and like WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YEAH BRAH; IT WILL BE ALL RIGHT LENNY 1980 McKINNON; IN THE MORNING LIGHT.
A stones throw away from the Atlantic City boardwalk radio station, owned by the mighty and dangerous Paula King, is the South side of the Schiff Central Pier Beach. This is what peeps who mess with GODDESS PAULA KING run into, namely, the end of life as they know it. Her powers stretch far beyond human imagination. A double of her in hyperspace, very advanced, and in the Exploratronic Supermind Society (ESS), jumps into her as well as others whenever it so desires, such as Patty Hollister, and I am a cooked fracking goose since she raped me in the sixties. I hate her guts beyond any possible way of ever telling anyone, oh mighty Federal Bureau of Investigation, and my ex-landlord, Agent Steve Caruso, of Austin, TXUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tell me Agent Caruso sir, between the FAWCES of WFMU and WAYV, FM-RADIO of NEW JERSEY-USAESMWG; what fracking chance do I stand; since you refuse to help me against this powerful ESS? They won't even allow me a G-O-D. Not a danglass GOD, but a G-O-D, a but (Game Over Demand)!!!!
I'll be crossing over soon, wishing a lot of these nightmare peeps were nicer, Agent Caruso, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Agent Steve C. Sir, FBI; ex-landlord honorable sir; where do you think airplane #4 was heading on 911? One hit the Pent, two hit the Towers and the 'Donna-Angela Club', and the fourth was going to knock out that wormhole that these invaders have been controlling in AC-NJ now, for more than 13,000 years, since they built the Adam-Eve garden, and began the great experiment, currently in game-run!
I knew I should have tried to leave Florida years ago, when the music slit went totally south. I already through STM, knew this was going to happen to me. It began in 1983. It had no rational explanation. It never would go away. Nobody would believe me. It was like a window directly into hell. These things in themselves without going any further, should be more than enough for me to realize, I was heading straight into the 15-death year. I should have run like I did in December of 2009. I didn't, and now I will be sacrificed and murdered. I have no clue what this is supposed to accomplish but I do know that after I am dead and gone, the world will begin to be totally destroyed. How long the process will take is anyone's guess. I have no answers, and I never claimed to have them. I always said that it was my opinion, all of this; but based on my entire life and the stuff that happened to me. Then taking that and instead of going nuts or just playing head games about it and ignoring it as much as possible, I then went onto rationalize things, and make stuff fit. What I was able to make fit would then be a picture and as the pictures collected, I had a photograph road map of a sort. This allowed me to make these wild conjectures, that my almost ten year blog project is so filled with. They may make little sense to any of you, but they fit the pieces of my life perfectly. The deal with the guy that had the bike crash is one example out of literally many hundreds and maybe even four digit amounts, of things over the decades; that all kept happening to me with absolute regularity. There simply is no way for the entire thing to be a series of bad luck coincidences. In truth; it is not that I cannot catch a break. It is that I am not permitted to ever break out, of something that I now call the family curse, or the Huntington Curse. Boy oh boy oh boy, and oh my, those dang auto-reverse cassette tape decks from days gone freaking by. Fire me D-T and R-H-M! See if I cry one tiny whittle danglass fracking tear about it; YO gentlemen. WEEE!
This entire project is and was a waste, and fighting the ESS, as the Men In Black all know, is beyond a waste. They control it all, and this is why MIB'S don't want this known about, so that a global panic does not begin.
All that can be said is in the following pasted in page paragraph, and no one will listen or believe me, so screw the flagging world. My nabes are banging, and making noise again.
The reason MIND does what it does and why hyperspace is what it is, has to do with what happens when void infinity bursts out into planck, and actually; before that actually happens, it needs to first go into an in-between state called the realm of LAWTRON. This can be thought of as the circuitry of the later formed systems, right down to where we all are in this world here and now. The ESS has learned how to manipulate various parts of the realm of Lawtron, and also the realm below it, that Morianity refers to as the 6th Dimension. This in a nutshell, is all of my hell for 60 years, as well as all of MORIANITY!!!!!!!!!!!
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