DEFINITELY NOT THE 3 STOOGES

“Definitely Not The 3 Stooges”
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MORIANITY PROJECT FROM 1995 TAPES
DATE AND TIME FILE: 051209.846
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I am doing a lot of straightening up my room here at the new residence on Thirteenth Street in Hammonton. Also there R many other driver duties and all of this, y’all know the sitch. Whatever normalcy really is and is categorized by the general society around me in my culture here in the northeast section of these great United States, I would have 2 say that most would if forced 2 hear the details and then put it 2 a vote, say that this ‘normalcy factor’ is a bit higher since the move, 4 this wild and incredible special family, that I now know more than ever B4, that there All Mighty Herself has thrust me in with and there is no way out, no fighting it, the old Texas hailstorm and stuck on the road syndrome. I realize that many individuals and perhaps blogger-sharing-groups that read my words and think of what I term ‘Morianity’ and myself or ‘Mountainpen’, as a giant wild laugh and sick joke; R noticing that I seem 2 have changed since my recent transition over 2 the south side of town. If U have noticed it, then UR quite correct, and if not, well then maybe U simply will not qualify as one of the top twenty “observationalists” on the planet. One change that will never happen is my need 2 create words that fit what I am saying and present day grammar tells me that no such word is there. As 4 the changes since my last retrace back on this plane and particular place in FDHS, U will notice at least 4 the time being, that I will B way more subtle, so read between lots of lines or miss three quarters of what my blogs R saying. First I blatantly told U that a young chick from decades ago, just an ordinary middle school girl, was centuries ahead of her time, whether she was aware of it or not on an awake level. I also told U that the process of using her tape turning and make moving, in that early-days rap song of hers, was all ready beginning, and this unfolded in what y’all call the real or waking world, as the loss of the Lakehouse, for TAWF. U want details, right? Sure U& do, and I do not blame U one bit, hay, I’d like 2 have a nice worry free life starting at Dawn tomorrow, but Donna’s mighty promises have come and gone now for 29 years and a month, so I am not holding me breath on that one maitee’s, yar!!!!!!!!!!!! But 4 now the hell with any more music related junk and talk, it is a topic that in all honesty carries very little weight in my book. I will only sum it all up with a statement made personally 2 me by Robert Hazard’s Band long ago, the guitar player by the name of Peter Smith. He told me, “Mountainpen, I just wanna play, the business end is the fartherest thing from my mind”. He meant this, believe me. I know. He and I were good friends, and I would know if he was lying. He was being as straight up with me as a slide ruler. Like Robert’s pal and guitar man from the early eighties, and their “non-escloft of NJJCK of Life song” basically puts it, the music in and of itself is great. No comment. Still, it is harmless. Is it, no comment. I will make a few comments that persons local to my basically one or so million square mile area, can and will identify with. If a blogger says unsubstantiated things about anything, the blogger should B held 2 a standard of proof B4 any credibility is given him, or her, or the lack thereof, and once a blogger defames anyone without good reason or cause and given the chance 2 bring his or her claims into a public forum, and if those claims cannot B held 2 scrutiny, the blogger should B on some www.blacklist.com/bloggers, or some such site, and I am making this up at random right now. But 4 those that can stand up 2 the scrutiny and full examination, the same list should have a separate hyperlinked website where they show up with a star rating of 1-5, and given a credibility rating officially. Just because a guy may B a fat ugly slob, or live with parents at an advanced age, or type in a tower attic or basement, should have absolutely nothing 2 do with anything, this is all I am saying, and this does not reflect my opinion of the recent public incident making the news recently regarding a sports figure. People R however, unfair judged in so far as credibility ratios based on sociological success ratings, this 2 me will always B, KING OF BULLSHIT, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Shit like this really freaking pisses me off. I am coming off of a third of a million dollar personal chapter 7 bankruptcy from back in 2004. This makes me about the biggest loser on the scales, not that many millionaires I have been recently told, have had chapter 7’s of that size, well I have, and it is all real, and can B verified, and will stand up 2 any PI investigation, or FBI or U name it, scrutiny, BRA. Yet I can back up every wild claim I have made on all of these blogs, right down 2 the ‘visitations’, in dreams if U prefer this lingo, as well as in totally outlandish and unexplainable waking world appearances such as the blinker star that turns into a Milituforce Chopper. A lady told me not long ago that Hazel Levy admitted 2 her years ago that a very strange dude came down and asked lots of questions and spoke 2 lots of important people in our city, Atlantic City, and I am that strange dude, BRA!!!!!!!!!!!! She said, I will B properly dealt with shortly, this was around 1997. I guess after Paulo Uwich and her friends from the coven got through with me, U might say I was properly dealt with. They wiped out and destroyed my business with Pedersen, told vicious lies about Sally and aired them on powerful radio stations, and defeated Sally when she tried 2 sue. I could go on and on, but then I think I’m having a bad day when all they do is kick me out of the sea??????????? Wake up Mountainpen, they hurt others around U far worse than they ever hurt U. It’s hard 2 cripple up a dude that has nothing 2 start with, that they all ready crippled up and broken and smashed while still in school 4 crissake, this is how far back all this bull shit goes, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this bunch of low life has blamed me 4 lots of their misfortune, especially the going south of Mayor Levy’s reign. As far as I was concerned, he could B the governor, I do not give a rats grass mole about any of these monsters.

A week ago around one in the morning at work early Saturday, I was hit with a horrific poison chemtrail attack that gave me most likely the Swine Flu, which has become a global epidemic. Now there is where the situation goes 2 far. Next week, unless they totally reverse what they did 2 me, I will go 2 the medical authorities and when I am diagnosed and if it is indeed SF, not short 4 Sarah and Frank all though it is indeed quite fitting initials BRA, I will show all of them my printouts off the internet from the top chemtrail sites, and giver them all of my blog addresses as well as recent print outs as well. U think UR gonna make me sick as a dog on top of all the other hell that U perpetrate on me and just get scott free away with it, then UR all in 4 a very rude awakening.

Details on how I took the Lakehouse out of my proximity-reality will most likely never B told. It would not B safe unless and until, my plan 2 exit this hell-interactive TF-70 program R indeed achieved. It boggles my mind how science and everyone else 4 that matter, has gone so astray in their bull headed insistence that mind is not in a state of variously conscious levels, and that many of them R traveling on many other various planes and realties throughout the entire 6th dimension. I admit that I am way ahead of where I was 10 and 20 and 30 years ago, and within 10 more years, I plan 2 no longer need 2 even worry about or B one bit concerned with any material world devices, or monetary valuations, 2 accomplish and achieve goals. Let me give a totally nonseckuator yet interesting example of my meaning here. U have a giant rare diamond in your hand worth half a billion dollars, and a man spots U and comes up 2U at gunpoint and says hand it over or else I will shoot and kill U. U have the value item, or do U. In this case the gun has the greater value. Without the violence, and substituting in its place a totally benign and fully legal plan, I will no longer need that diamond. It will B as though U have the diamond, and I have the gun, only it well B totally legal, now figure out what I am planning, and U will get a gold star. Remember, Morianity can get dirty and mean mouthed at times, but it preaches non violence and the total obedience of the laws of man and God. So what am I planning on burning out of reality nest, Mizz Lattisaw? Well, I will not say THAT FAMILY, but I will say, my connections with it. I can no longer make Braintree, Massachusetts go away than I can use WBZ-AM radio nearby 2 connect my Google Earthy Zoomer into and C back 2 the monstrous event, and stop it somehow with the limited technology of 2009. But I have come 2 learn some very powerful secrets about branches of this terrifying family, and that is where this topic must stop 4 the sake of safety. Still, I feel totally compelled 2 add this statement, as it is quite major: On an awake level, fully mentally awake in this so called real life, not one of these entities remembers a thing. They may read a blog here and there and go 2 sleep, and then remember a wild interaction upon returning 2 consciousness, but that is about the extent of the connections between the worlds, both the 1)psychic/spiritual/astral, and the 2) physical/tangible/material. These worlds cannot meet, only levels of minds can make various connections, otherwise and beyond that, it would B like attempting 2 touch matter with antimatter. So the worlds cannot ever collide or join, only the minds from each of them. Right now, I am one of those minds doing this, but I plan to create more minds that also will B doing this, and nothing illegal is there 2 block my way. How does one do this U may B thinking? U would not believe me if I were 2 openly agree 2 tell all of U right now the very simple truths that R involved. THAT-FAMILY went ballistic on me 2 weeks ago when they found out that someone in my family from the past, is planning on purchasing a home in New Jersey and is willing 2 let me live there in my own apartment part of the police, for a nominal rent and all utilities included. There is a lot more than this going on, but telling this much is highly dangerous. As I said, I never even C a State Police car at my job site anymore, or hardly ever. Did they move the barracks into the Bermuda Triangle earlier this year? The girl that just got back from Iraq, living with Joe and Elisa in the City of Egg Harbor, New Jersey, is currently reading a book on the subject of what else, the BERMUDA TRIANGLE, I know this as I saw it on her table just today and found out she had taken it out of the local library. I was up there today on family business pertaining 2 Dawn and Chicky, and several Guatemalan berry pickers. U need nor know the details.

Remember ladies and gentlemen, I have nothing at all against one single person. I am in a war and only forced 2 fight back in order 2 survive. I would give my soul 2 the proverbial devil in a New York heartbeat just 2 have all of this forever off of my back, only there is no simple solution, and I knew this when I took those dark walks in the summer time of both 1967 and 1968 on Tennessee Avenue, when my mom and I were staying and vacationing at the Trinidad Motel, now called the Super-8 Motel chain. We live in a hypersphere and scientists will not entertain this reality. It gets smaller and bigger because it involutes and convolutes in and through itself, and has at no times, any borders, edges, centers, or holes from which atoms from beyond it can cross in, nor atoms belonging 2 it can escape. The only 2 directions that R ‘navigatable’ 4 Poor Rick-Richard or anyone 4 that matter, R dream-in and dream-out. There is one Astral Plane, and from here, we dream into multiple hyperspheres of the mighty 5th dimensional hyperspace. Present day science refuses 2 even begin 2 entertain these concepts that the 6th dimension is mind, and this is all that is, and even this is dream fabric, basically Lawtrons escaping out of prior closed curves much higher up dimensionally. I have witnessed things in the past 30 years that I would B willing 2 swear 2 in court under oath, that verify and totally without any doubt, prove all the things said in these blogs and words. The huge problem right now is indeed and I refer 2 it as, HSE, or HYPERSPACE-EQUATION. It has been marginally touched on a few times throughout nearly 4 years of somewhat intense blogging. Saying these truths wrong would wipe out any credibility I may B starting 2 get on some small level, yet not saying them places a gargantuan vacuum in the whole big picture and grand scheme of the story of Mountainpen and TF-70. I will open this discussion now and it will indeed B definitely continued as other blogs move on with my story, with the 3 names that R vital in my attempts 2 tell this story of HSE in a non Terry Harbor Scatterbrain style, and these 3 men R ROBERT PROVENZONO, FRED WINDSTEIN, AND FRANK CALLIO. Inside this major story and with HSE added in 2 build a much fuller and huger reality, U will begin 2C a reshaping of things, and if I am even marginally successful, in time, some of my blogaud, will B given the wild insight and potential 2 view things in ways U dared never even dream as of right now. Callio is the hugest part of THAT-FAMILY, and is responsible 4 the Camden County Prosecutor telling me back in the nineties that I will find all my answers in an old and famous Pennsylvania town called Carlisle. It was right around this date back 13 years ago in ‘96 that I took 2 trips 2 this place, and had things happen that still have gone unblogged. None of these men combined or in singularity would ever B thought of as the 3 stooges from old television comedy, all though they have literally turned my life upside down, inside out, and wrung me out like the washcloth lungs of Ventnor’s worst nightmares, 39 years back into positive space. As I type this, some fucking scum bag rode by with a very loud motorbike, at 7 minutes past ten. Somewhere in the vast hyperspace, there is an elderly man who I have been playing a casino game with and he was about 2 show me a powerful secret, and said it was in his vehicle. When we got outside, he went towards a dark and angry ocean, and began moving into it and quickly vanished from my view. He looked up; at me once quickly B4 drowning with an expression that would make a serial killer cringe. When I got back towards the casino where we had been B4 this terrible event occurred, I came 2 realize that on the upper floors was an apartment house and not a regular hotel as is the case with most casinos that I am familiar with. I lived in an apartment along a very nice well brightly lit up corridor with a soft and plush thick bright blue carpet. Next 2 my apartment was an apartment belonging 2 a very famous congressman that has been making the news lately, only I never saw him in the waking world B4 coming back from this wild interaction about 3 nights back. He was a good friend of this man and I was telling him what had happened, and I as well seemed 2 know this congressman, and again, this is no one that I ever knew here, yet upon awakening I felt I had known him a long time, and it was not Andrews. Shades of LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS-JUNE 1980 INTERACTION, wouldn’t U agree, BRA??????????????????????????????????? In any case, Dawn and Ann King were down a hall that went 2 the left, about 2 doors down, and were not at home. I somehow remember knowing this 4 a fact. The man’s face as he came up B4 he drowned will stay with me 4 a hundred years, it was totally horrific and awful.

DIANBA MY LOVE, thank U 4 coming 2 me and being with me, at McDonalds, the old house as IU was removing some final personal belongings, and here a few mornings back, and last night as well, U will always B my endless love, my lovely lightning, and I will never let U go my baby blond!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Much more 2 say, but time just ran down and out 4U and me as my song from 1983 puts it so eloquently and accurately. C y’all all soon, BYE!!!!!!!!!!!

Google Engine, SWIS, and KSW Labs of 2299, this is all copyrighted as THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN AND MICHAEL MOUNTAINPEN-2009. This is all total truth, no omissions and no additions 2 this truth R contained anywhere herein. This I swear on the flag of my nation, and Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle, the All Mighty God of the Multiverse and beyond.

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