Exploring the Mysterious Farm Laying Outside of 1971's Haddonfield, My Conversations With Educator Smith, and Finally the Revealed Truths Half a Century Later, WITH ROBIN HILL ITSELF
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I was able 2 get my (C-K) account back yesterday by having them text a code number into me' Galaxy-Comcast-Cellphone. I wasn't sure that it would work, but it did. Gee once in a blue moon, things actually do work out okay 4 the PPNR-Mister MOUNTAINPEN! WOW-THAT. The day consisted of doing that, doing my daily blog, and going on a short 2-item errand, first 2 me' bank 2 pay a recurring bill from the great and awesome ESS-COMCAST peeps, 4 me' whittle landline phone and government subsidized internet service, leaving me a small monthly amount that I am responsible 4 paying each month, and it always keeps building credit as well. 2 or 3 months ago and 4 no good nor discernible reason, my scores shown 2 me by the 'C-K' peeps, both dropped one point; so I am hoping 2 get that back, and maybe an additional point or so, B-4 year's end. All I ever do is buy a few dollars worth of stuff, and pay it all off in about 2 weeks time; and I don't know how 2 make my credit score get any better than by my doing that on a monthly basis. Still, I am in 'DOGTOWN', and so I learned naught 2 ever try and make rational sense out of my life any longer, YO world! Tizz just that simplllleeee good peeps of Cyberville!
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
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.
© 1977 Mark Wayne Mohr
07/21/2024-----Mountainpen's most recent scores:
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TransUnion
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Checked daily
807
Equifax
Excellent
Checked daily
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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:
So my first errand took me 2 the bank 2 pay my credit card bill on their card, with a simple balance transfer, then it was on 2 the one and only awesome and terrific Walmart-Store near the I-95 Interstate Highway on-ramp, in Fort Pierce, at Okeechobee Road. I used up the remainder of me' food medicare medical insurance allotment, and spent an additional 13 smackeroos on me' whittle bank-debit card. I am now all cleaned out and completely broke. Payday is next Friday, 6 days away. WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS perhaps lovely awesome Queen-1997-Katy of Abseacon, NJUSAESMWG; but all I wanted 2 say 4 now was, 'WEEEEEEEEEEEEE', oh SIR CHESTER-FRANK, ole' pal. I wanted 2 type in ole' bar-pal, but that would make out 2-B a bar guy and a drinker, and I always drink ginger ale when at those type of places, and only am there all throughout me' life if those peeps around me wish 2-B there, other than the few times in Atlantic City in 1997, on Tennessee Avenue, in the bar owned by SIR Robert McGuire, called the 'ERIN BAR', and part of the structure combining his illustrious ever-great 'Pittsburgh Hotel'. All of this is when I was on my horrendous death-quest, 2 find the lost girl of my past boyhood times; that awesome 'SARAH-KRASSLE'. A couple of nights ago, I had some wild vivid dreaming experience where me' spirit had traveled into some fairly localized transdimensional hyperspace locale and the KOTC MECHANICS SHOP, where I go 2-4 me' car maintenance service, as well as 2 talk a few times this year, with the dude that Mountainpen calls, Mister Mechanic Meet, or simply MMM-4 short, YO world. In this wild experience, the street leading 2 the place that intersects Angle Road that is called Orange Avenue, was all brand newly paved with that nice smooth black tar type of road paving that all drivers enjoy driving on. It had just been stormy 4 days and my dreaming double transmitted that information into my spirit-mind, and allowing me 2 recall this upon awakening. I was there 4 my oil change. I am overdue 4 one here in waking world existence and shortly plan 2 get one there. In the dreaming interaction, I was standing in the large garage area and several of the mechanics were all discussing the flood of water all around the shop area and the roads. All sorts of stuff was talked about, and much of it is absolutely RTJ-UBI stuff. In waking world reality, these mechanics don't speak hardly one word of English, so this alternate reality garage had that major difference going down. Suddenly at the end of it the boss came in and I asked him if he could do my oil change, and he emphatically told me that I do not need an oil change right now, and 2 come back in November. It made absolutely no sense at all 2 me upon awakening, other than November this year will indeed B a life changing event 4 the entire planet, no matter what 'GJSD'; huh there Mister 1980-RPL-SIR-J-S??????????? Only due 2 the fact, that this wild dream consisted of that NOVEMBER deal, am I left 2 wonder, think, ponder, and agonize a little over, the possible chance; that this was actually all taking place, not in localized nor intermediate locales of the 5-D hyperspace, but rather, in more distant hyperspace regions. Reality breaks down and very weird and abmnormal items tend 2 occur in the very distant realms of the 5DHS. What is weird here, U may B asking me? Simple, YO! No mechanic turns away bizz and tells a paying customer 2 come back in November when it is a week away from even being August yet, it just doesn't happen. So taking the bible-coding-operations of dream deciphering here peeps, we come 2 it. NOVEMBER means ELECTIONS. Oil CHANGE means a CHANGE. Does anybody even start 2-C the power of biblical prophecy, operating just as largely as it ever did thousands of years ago; only it's 'GJSD' right now?????????????? And so quoting record glittering promoter, of non-fictional real life deals here folks, SIR Lenny McKinnon, “Ain't no doubt about it”, or if not Mister LENNY, then his CB-RADIO chatter-bug-gal-pal, Mizz Chillie; huh great U-S-(C) Copyright Office Examiners from 1980-1983 times???????
Now 2 open up the topic that has been glossed over countless times over the past nearly 2 solid decades of time now, since the inception and founding of these MOUNTAINPEN-BLOGS in the beginning of the 2-MAROLA-6 year (2006), this washcloth family that comes into the dreams of their adversaries, began their thing with me while staying at Mister CHILL-MO Tom Reale's Ventnor, NJUSAESMWG home on Cornwall Avenue, later at the end of that same 20th century, 2-B purchased along with the land area surrounding it, by the Atlantic City Municipal Utilities Authority (ACMUA). Sara J. Karge's granddaughter, Sarah Callio Martino, was a life-long employee there. If this many wild clues were all part of any case being worked on, by any good police detective, or the FBI, or 'whatever Bob'; there is no way that it would all just B getting dismissed and ignored, as is the case with the PPNR-me, AKA Mark Mohr and the MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But all of this is only where the story begins, Mister Neilson Music-man of the nineteen-7-DEEZ, and all great billboard signs and teasers of this EARTH-PLANET, YO!!!!!!! It started with me living there all alone, at age 15 and one half years, at the old haunted type of large home on Cornwall-Cornball Avenue, and my immediately starting 2 get these wild vivid frightening dreams of this clan of horrible nightmare peeps who seemed 2 absolutely hate and detest my living guts, and were trying everything that they could possible do 2 wipe me out and completely fracking obliterate poor little me. These nightmares got progressively worse, and after a couple of them all WJSD around me, somewhere on one of the final nights in June in 1970; the one came where they had me shot, and then had me laying on an operating table, and had proceeded 2 then literally cut out both of my lungs, and when they did, somehow they turned into WASHCLOTHS, causing me 2 this very day, 2 label these nightmare demonic peeps, as the 'ASTRAL PLANE WASHCLOTH FAMILY'!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 4 short many times, my blogs simply call them, THAT FAMILY, and that 2 has a reason 4 being. All throughout this serial nightmare dreaming hellishness during my stay in this horrible home owned by CHILL-MO SIR Thomas J. Reale; they would magically somehow keep imparting directly into my mind, that “WE R 'THAT FAMILY', just as SARAH calls U, THAT BOY”! Now bear in mind that when I ran away and out of there, late on the night of 12 July, back in 1970; I boarded a public transportation bus, heading back 2 me' town of Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG, and back 2 my apartment, number O-15, at the DELLWAY ARMS. Now when I boarded and took my seat, SARAH's 'VIQUEEN' or Earthly mortal-world 'Quoddy-Mocker' girl-gang or 4 of them; all got on shortly after I did, and they all sat down all around my seat, on this bus. They also all got off at the ACMUA (the Water Company) as Sarah's brother Frank would later call it, when speaking 2 me at his police station in May of 1997. This is when that vicious Mz-Paula King, said that mean comment, about 'my face being all messed up', and it was, as I was all sun burned 2 Dogtown and back, but she didn't even try and say it softly, so I wouldn't hear what she said 2 one of her gal-pals. It was Sarah IMHO, that said first 2 her, after seeing me on the bus, “THERE'S THAT BOY”, and thus connoting 2 things. First off, if I am 'THAT' whatever; then they all must have talked about me as otherwise, how would it make sense??????? 4 example, if peeps upon several occasions were talking about a weird car, that keeps driving by their house, and then the following day when it is spotted again, one of them says 2 another, “THERE'S THAT CAR”; but they had 2 first B talking about this car, right? So they all had me as a topic of their conversation, otherwise none of it would make any sense at all whatsoever, YO!!!!!!! But this story is so long that I could literally type in 10 WAR & PEACE TOLSTOY sized books, and IPYT everybody, and still; it wouldn't scratch a surface on the entire deal all going down around me here, Mister RPL-1980-SIVO, oh SIR!!!! How this all leads up 2 connections with the COOLEY HALL, Mister and Misses Marola at that place in 1969 and only when I first started being there, my eventual predictions of the future and telling educator David Leigh Smith about this wild scary family, Robin Hill Apartments being built where this farm was during these original times, and my coming 2 live right there, and on and on and on, the train trip with Brad right through these magic lands of the future, the nightmare connections with the STARGATE warping system at the Cooley Hall at the coach's locker room closet in the school gymnasium, and on and on and on. This still does not even begin 2 discuss this, and without actual genius peeps with me in some consortium 2 help and aid me in properly telling this entire wild story, it never most likely will get told properly, and said correctly, nor exposing the quintessential evils that have been surrounding our entire world, causing the worsening of days all around us over the past 45 years since the days right shy of my moving into the 'RHA', and into unit #1802, the first of 3 stays at this place, Mister Awesome Bellflower Tobycouch-A-B-T!!!!!!!
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