short blog D-2

“Short blog D-2”
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Well ladies and gentlemen, whether UR the majority of readers that R amused by Mountainpen and Morianity, or whether U have the enlightenment 2 realize that there indeed is a large story and truth behind all of my seemingly outlandish claims, or should UB lying any place in-between this vast distance of difference, so B it, I speak as the ‘spirit’ leads me 2,m and cannot alter that. U do 2 and just R not aware of it, or else, now that U hear me say yelling this 2U, merely choose 2 disagree with it, and that is totally your choice and your funeral. by that I mean that the value of this world if it was turned into pure platinum, the entire roughly eight thousand mile diameter globe, pure solid platinum, is zero minus in comparison with truth. Let me argue this example with Uncle snoots and his pals up here in the future that caused this economic disaster 4 poor President Obama 2 repair if he can, along with galaxy sized egomaniacs like Trump and all these turds, with a very simple truth that they know darn well cannot B argued with, only agreed with or it would prove insanity on their past and then relatives could try 2 claim their wealth once they become certified. This simple truth is just this. Would U rather have a job paying U a decent wage, and know who UR and B sane, or suddenly become the winner of a mega jackpot pottery such as the famous Powerball and B worth 300 million smacks even after taxes, and the next week, have any and all contact with reality and sanity, lost 2U forever? Anyone that could choose the latter or ever had 2 think about it a second, belongs inside a well protected and high gated psychiatric facility 4 the rest of their natural lives, BRO!!!!! I took some computer hacking right shy of noon after being just a sentence or so into the very first paragraph of this blog. No there will B no comment from now on with quite a few things, and yes, let me add uncle Heinz G. 2 the list, things R getting hot and if I wanted 2 cook I would enter a large industrial microwave oven. Let me say just very tip ice berg things. Those that can draw some concepts that relate inside of their mental processes, so B it, and those that C it as a random blur of gibberish nothingness, so b it. The spirit is leading, and I type away, BR!!!!!!!

The ride home was quiet, but then skies in the area were overcast. Things were not all that bad when I took Queen Ann-King 2 the train and the bank yesterday, guess some of my Blogaud really was around with cell phones in hand waiting and hoping 2 take some pix and help me out with the e-mailing of them 2 the news stations. Natch, THEY or TAWF know all that goes on, they just do, so do not try crawling into this, as it is like religion, believe or don’t believe, but just accept what I say 4 now and don’t send me a quiz 2 take John Denver. I would rather simply look like a fool and get the persecution 2 back off, that is the ultimate goal of Mountainpen. This is having my cake and I am not used 2 having even a slice of it Mister Raimondo. If I could ever possibly get 2 eat it also and still have it, great, that is not the prime objective in my plans however, merely 2 get these squat lickers off of my back when things get simply beyond infreakingtolerable!!!!!!! If I yell and scream on the blogs that the market will shoot up a million points, I would rather C my credibility go 2 hell and have things go my way and against King Nebuchadnezzar. Still, I truly believed that the last 2 weeks would in fact B quite different than they were, stuff is happening lads and lassies, huge hyper time stuff, and I end that pernt right there Archie Bunker.

There has been some road noise that is a bit nasty today so far, also the upstairs slime balls were blaring their noise that people live 2 describe these days as music, a little earlier in the day. Also my top anis hole boss was in this morning at my hell hole job, I hate this mother trucker’s guts, and he normally never shows up Sunday morning at just past 7 AM, like he has nothing better 2 do with his scummy multimillionaire self than 2 fucking harass and annoy me, the son of a bling-bling McCoy!!!!!! I could go on and on, but they will NOT PERMIT my CD player 2 function and let my wonderful SSJKK, or SVYLLA, or MC, have it any way U want it BRO, 2 sing 2 me when I so need her 2 do so. So I get home and decide 2 put this little stupid K-Mart CD player that cost me 20 bucks and is not wroth a shiz with the ZT-interchange, as Radio shack has told me since, that putting in brand new batteries should give me a minimum playing time of 24 hours without skips and stops and out right malfunctions of the blasted thing. So as U know I no longer have my normal audio set up, it is all sitting around looking nice and pretty and unconnected, I am not hooking this up in a place where I feel like I am in a maximum security federal prison 24/7. So I take a plug connection cord that on one end is a stereo one eighth inch plug going out int two male RCA plugs, and connect the single plug into the output of the CD player and the RCA plugs into the input of a cassette recorder, a one thousand dollar Dennon machine. Even with this, the way CD is recorded today, the intense dynamic range saturates cassette tape very quickly, keep the volume down 2 far on the player, and there is lots of soft sound hissing, and turn it up just a tad and the loud passages distort terribly. When I had my system all elaborately hooked together, even without using high powered stuff that is all disassembled right now 4 recording onto cassette, I could make precise input output matches with an indicator light similar 2 a carpenters leveler tool. Also, I had an amp into the system that had almost double the frequency response of the standard 20-20K ones, and had line filters, DBX, expander/compressors, equalizers with 30 settings on 4 channels, as well as additional recording input circuit activators, 2 remix and re-record from an enhanced source-2, and then turn the entire system way down and the re-expansion would kick in on playback on my or any ones tape recording decks or players. Now, it was hell getting a listenable copy, and I only did this MC because I need U at night singing me either 2 sleep or sat work 2 keep me going and somewhat sane. Eddie the genius has all your CD’s on some U know what type of website, but I will never cheat U my Scylla, as I can afford them,, I will slowly get every single thing that U ever do in this waking world. But I have no CD player in the car, and I hate CD anyway, as WOMO and the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL seem 2B able 2 interfere with digital stuff way more than analogue, and they just will not let me hear U, and I did legally purchase this CD at the K-Mart store, and I would never ever cheat U brown eyes, other than this one exception of making a FOR-ME only cassette copy so I do not go nuts at night on that horrendous evil jobsite. I need my wonderful Scylla with me in spirit, and thanks 2 the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, or (electronics), this can B arranged in these past 100 years or so with all of their invasions into our waking realm existence. This dub nonsense has made me decide 2 put my junk back together, it will fit in an old suit case that looks very nice, and when both of the plugs R connected into the 120 VAC sockets, U can literally make tapes that 3 notches up on a good system, would bow one of 3 things, your ears, your walls and windows, or your audio monitors. The VU meter shows minus twenty 2 minus ten, yet it sounds like it was done at plus 30 and free of any noise or distortion. I hate CD and digital 4 many reasons, the phony lies that power is not the main ingredient in any process of recording and playback 4 one thing, and the next main beef I have with it is that the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, which is ELECTRONICS, down here in this Astral Dream Down, and hates me, messes it up a lot easier and stops me from using it. It is not so much that I hate digital, the truth would more closely reflect that digital hates me. Hence I must always adapt 2 the rules of this vicious twisted nightmare game of the gods. The attack on the music and the CD player was at a critical time when I was getting a fast enlightenment that indeed, I have been imagining very little 2 any of all of this, if I may quote U Sir Arthur, of ANTINASS! I know they can ‘read your mind’ as mortals would C this event as. The second I put lots of incredible stuff together, a man came at 4 in the morning and did something that was legitimate, yet it happens extremely rarely, and also is very annoying. From there lots of crapola kept going and it was down hill all the way. I played 5 games and without details, I am down 7 units 4 the weekend so far, and if I cannot come even by midnight, then the system, in my opinion will join the crash club, as of yet, it still is not sending me 2 Twinbay half empty glass of negativity. I do not really have 2 take TB that seriously, Jennifer told me at the library not 2 worry about anything she says or does, as she is extremely ill upstairs. It is so a shame, really, I mean with her looks and body, really a shame BRO!!!!!!! Hay with me it doesn’t matter. I am fat and old and short and flabby, and ugly as sin. But I do hate 2C such a fox that is so messed up. Well, her look-alike friend of MC’s sure isn’t, love your new stuff, Bay, been hearing it.

Now this sort of topics itself around SUPERMIND and how it naturally operates and explores the 5-D hyperspace, so let me max out the courage button and begin the discussion that will obviously continue and grow on many following blogs 2 come. First I need 2 qualify my previous sentences, we all without being aware SUPERMIND explore the hyperspace, as well as truly exist at void infinity, dream-down astrally and still dream further down into this lower mess of misery. Byt in SUPERMIOND, the hyperspace exploration as U know from other earlier lessons, is not visited, but dominated, in ways that we all have felt them doing 2 us, we all know this, admit it or don’t admit but we do. How many times, B HONEST, have U said or done or not said or not done something that U know darn well that U really wanted either 2 do or not 2 do, and U ended up doing the exact opposite or something thereabouts in-between? This is domination from SUPERMID, advanced chrononauts dream traveling in the 4th and 5th dimensions, invading us, or as religious persons and Christians in particular may use the term, possessing us. What is one of their biggest THINGS as in that is MY THING as the sixties generation was known 4 saying, that THEY do? Morianity has taught this a long time, wake up people, GAMES, playing freaking games, BR!!!! It is way cool as shiz 2 do these things, and I should know, I have done them. Oh, U do not C my interaction in all of this yet, where is your CD player, BRA!!!!! Well moving onto the finish up point on this blog 4 right now, I do not dare say a lot until I am in a better strength position. Let’s use something that chall can relate 2 out there, or 4 any of U that perhaps were the smaller and weaker of the high school crowd, and on top of that were not so fortunately blessed by going say to the 90210 or some similar type of not so tough and nasty a high school. If U were in a room with no adult supervision and just a bunch of bullies that hated U and picked on U, would U tell them at that moment that they R all a bunch of freaking jack off loser scum bags and 2 go home to mom and hell? No, U would however maybe do a bit more, if U had some pals on your side that were there with U, or if the teacher was around, or some such thing as this. Well, as with this little story, I am in that room that is filled wall 2 wall with these bully types, and no one is there 2 defend me, so if I tell all that I know right now, it would not B safe 4 me 2 go off 2 work soon. Let me shut my eyes a couple minutes now so Jane Sleaze-weeds-disease cannot get at me as it is now one oh nine in the aft-turd-noon. Now here is the kicker and we R only opening the door, hopefully Scylla won’t kick in 2 pieces in my dreams at the Lakehouse after I return from, my hell-job and retire 4 the night. I have talked now 3 a year in more length that the 2 prior years of my blogging about Babylon, New York, and King Gottwald Nebuchadnezzar. My second cousin Uncle Heinz-G who insisted I refer 2 him as UNCLE-HEINZ, he was “2 old 4 any other nonsense”, as U know was married 2 my mother’s-mother’s sister who was a librarian in New York City back early in the 20th century. He started out as a teller and worked his way up at the 2nd largest bank in those days on this planet, the Chemical National, all the way 2 the position of Senior Vice President, there is only one SVP and one President. Do I believe my 1986 nightmare with Wall Street and the FLUYERS that came seemingly out of the nowhere blue, really did just happen 4 no reason, like the atheists and Darwinians believe all their nonsense of all of this JUST HAPPENIN? Well the answer back at U fast and hard, is OF COURSE NOT, no way in hell this or anything huge is just plain happening, BR!!!!!!!!! But yes, the title on this document was SHORT BLOG, D-1, and this is not really a short blog is it, BRA???????????? So let me wrap it up and do a Billy Nauseous Harner on this entire thing. C, if I was just a ‘star-strucker’ as many think, would I have walked away from several name recognized people who I lost respect 4? Back on Archie’s Queen-pernt, Wall Street was waiting 4 me 2 show them that I had a way out of this HARVARD-YALE-MASON-WORLD OWNED and CONYTROLLED by powerful families CURSE, and that way out was ROULETTE, after I consistently was making good money in the game and ion my spare time, month after month after month back in 1986. My mom was influenced by Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason, her sister in law, the wife of her brother Stuart Mason, who’s father was a famous principal at the Lower Merion High School, Edward Snow, 4 many years, in Narberth, PAUSAESMWG. Geraldine was a very good friend of the Shaw of Iran, and they all along with Heinz Gottwald and all the bankers then in on this Herbert Huntington thing, were all conspiring together 2 make sure that I had no way of ever breaking out of the family curse, and I did come very dangerously close 2 forcing this Gethsemane Garden cup 2 indeed pass away from me in that year of roulette as I refer 2 it as, Chain/China Earthquakes and all, BR!!!!!!!! None of any of the MC stuff or anything OIN THAT ISLAND, or anything in Atlantic City, especially the Callio and King, and the McGuire families, and most definitely not the casinos and gaming and state lotteries, and Gawky not withstanding, NONE OF IT is happening nor ever resulted as a throw of Einstein’s freaking dice, talking Dog Yancy Jones or not!!!!!!!!!!! This is a huge game of the huge powerful gods of the ASTRAL PLANE, and the Briggers all know it astrally, and R starting 2 get it into their minds right down here in the dreams of physicality. Listen 2 the music out, and watch the movies, and then , REMEMBER DATED ORDERS ON BLOGS, and think, MOUNTAINPEN. This is all a powerful nightmare and will go on 4 me throughout all time and infinity. Feel fucking sorry 4 me out there peeps, don’t B haters, don’t hate me 2 freaking much. Believe me lads and lassies, this is just the opening to this topic, it is half past 9i at Broad and Wall, the opening bell plus 3 seconds, and four PM is a very long way off, BRA!!!!!!! There is much and I mean way mush more 4 me 2 tell all of U, so hang onto your hats. This wild ride through hyperspace is maybe now after 2+ years of blogging at a quarter ‘till 10, closing bell is a long way off my BRO!!!!!!!!!!! Keep those grassy surfaces real nice and shinny green, babe, YO.

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This terminateth me ol Twansmission there maitee’s, YAR and shiver me‘ timbers Captain, M!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!