From Atlantic City to Fort Pierce is a Journey Much Further Than the Mileage That Would Appear on Any Google Mapping Connections, at Least 4 the PPNR Mister Mountainpen, Chapter 01

 

From Atlantic City to Fort Pierce is a Journey Much Further Than the Mileage That Would Appear on Any Google Mapping Connections, at Least 4 the PPNR Mister Mountainpen, Chapter 01

2 minutes shyah 9 PM, Sunday night, 10/20/2024

B-4 even starting this blog-book, chapter one will quickly explain the meaning of this title 2 anyone remotely interested, and in a way easy 2 get, and in simple English terms, without one big word at all whatsoever used in doing this. In the month of December and the year of 1982, I met a dude at the Everett Simpson owned auto sales joint in New Jersey, on Jewelly White's Horse Pike, called Warwick Auto Sales, by the name of Sir George Belton the 'BELLTONE-MAN'. LSS, he introduced me 2 the game of roulette, that up until early 12-1982, meant absolutely nothing whatsoever 2 me. Below me as a monster nabe from hell at those times, was Mizz Debbie Harry's gal-pal and her friends from mobster casino Atlantic City, and they were driving me insane with their incessant illegal late parties every single weekend and loud noise. All that mattered 2 me then, was escaping this place, and moving; and getting rid of that horrendous better-rhyming-slit-head-glitch monster sleaze bag from DOGTOWN! After I did move out on February 1 in the following 1983 year and rented a home with my mother, at 134 Norris Avenue in Atco, NJUSAESMWG from real estate investor Sir Jerry Pliner; things began happening 2 me that, and quoting 'Dark Shadows' television show's great character, COUNT ANDREA PETOFI; were ''COSMIC'', and there is simply no better terminology here 4 me 2 try using. Without some cosmic 'whatever-something' behind this entire deal, it simply could just never have all happened, and since it did happen, then it was COSMIC; oh COUNT NON-RAZOR CUTS MARCUCCI-1969, of COOLEY HALL!!! It is just as SAT, Lads & Lassies. The very same thing that is behind Y nothing ever runs smoothly and normally 4 me in this life, all got an enhanced foothold so 2 speak, in ATCO, back in the beginning of 1983; and things never ever freaking looked back from there. Naught even in the wee slightest whittle bitchin' bit, YO!!! This is where I lived when my life in the Jersey Casinos all began, and this has absolute connections 2 everything, but trying 2 rationally explain it, in 5-D, let alone even in just 3-D, would require my writing 100 or more Tolstoy sized works, that nobody anywhere would ever read since I am a worthless nobody pile of trash, in the opinions of this Earth-Planet, which of course, is all part of this influenced operation in the first place, along with the intentionally created invisibility systems done 2 me that I began noticing shortly after this all went down in the 1980's, and then after 1990 came in, I knew it beyond any small possible doubt whatsoever. This is due 2 literally hundreds of small and large items such as the one I keep on harping over and mentioning concerning Sir Pedersen, and Studio Park Records; and the interview with the Courier Post Newspaper of Southwestern New Jersey, and how I was totally eliminated from any records about this deal, when without me, and my 1994 book, 'TPB'; 'SPR' would never even have existed. Same thing a couple of years later, with the 1960's music artist Mister Billy Harner, and the SPR-music project called, '2000 Summer of Love'. Still, this is all just a part of surreal and inconceivable items that R all a part of the whole, and that whole is that something PETOFI-COSMIC is obviously laying behind this entire operation, and I know that every reader with an IQ above 95 out there, realizes this also, some may just continue refusing 2 admit it, but THEY DO C IT, and I know that, as sure as I know I have two eyes and a nose on me' face, YO! And someone out there knows something that I do naught know, and that is the entire physical world YYYYYYYYYY's 2 it all, as the bigger picture is of course that MARK MOHR IS IN ETERNAL HELL, but in order 2 make it all work, successfully operate on a physical plane of human existence, it must have smaller picture systems, and within those, someone somewhere knows just Y this is all being done 2 me, and if that person would come forward, I will guarantee U a wild experience that will change your life, and U can have the opportunity 2 prove me insane and WROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG if I am unable 2 produce 4-U. I will show U how 2 fly, just like SUPERMAN. It involves several secrets, and on this blog, I have only shown U a few things about it without ever revealing the precise mechanics 2 it. Many peeps have wished that they could perform this feat and nobody takes seriously that I really am able 2 do it or 2 show U how U also can do it, with practice. I have no time 4 games, and am willing 2 make this offer; but first, U must bring me this information that I so desperately am seeking; oh 'SUSAN-1997'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This blog-book will concentrate on several items, and the most important one that shall B interwoven all throughout its literary reporting journal of a sort, will B as the title suggests. It will show the incredible TRUE-DISTANCE between things all getting started here with me and all of this nightmare right around the very time that I moved from 1802 ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS, in VOORHEES, into 134 NORRIS AVENUE IN ATCO; in the great awesome unfathomable garden state of NJUSAESMWG. By TRUE DISTANCE, the best possible explanation that I could possibly bring 2 my readers here would B that of aerial terminology, referring 2 air speed and ground speed. If an airplane is traveling across America at an approximate altitude of 32,000 feet, at an air speed of 400 miles per hour, but there is a powerful tail wind behind the plane blowing at 100 miles per hour, the true speed is still 400, but the air speed is 100 plus 400 or 500 MPH. I cite this example that pilots will B able 2 understand well, and hopefully some other peeps as well. There may B only 1,350 miles or so between Fort Pierce and Atlantic City, and only 41 years between middle late 1983 and middle late 2024, but there is the other factor, that COSMIC deal factor of Petofi's plans behind it all, and I of course say that name here in only a figurative way so as 2 make me' whittle pernt here, Mister Archibald Queens Bunker, SIRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The details of this entire mess will B given as the following chapters begin unfolding. 4 now, I shall,

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