BLOG 27-HELLO U UGLY LITTLE SMELLY ELECTRON GUZZLERS

“MILLIONTH-COUNCIL DIRECT-BLOG 27”
Subtitled: ‘Hello U Ugly Little Smelly Electron Guzzlers’
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Recently my blogs have been shorter, I try 2 produce a run occasionally of shorter individual tales of woe. This is so the reputation of Mountainpen the Motor-mouth can B somewhat hopefully lessened and eased off, oh well, this blog may also not B real long, but it will B one of those blogs, as I have ‘like totally’ had it with this 25+ friggin’ years of non-stop persecution. Please now, don’t any of U out here talk. U all would have long been in one of 3 spots should this had all fallen on U as opposed 2 me, and those would B either: a jail cell, a padded room, or a plot in the ground or else in an urn. I am constantly bombarded by Jane Disease Onescumbugthug, I am always missing out on seeing and staring at ‘5-sets’ lately as well, and death angels R back heavy again, also so is the tallgirlogram junk, the aerial harassment, road harassment with gaters and butt wipe drivers in general, and I could go on and on. The property damage attack is also back on a super nasty roll, Muzak, and many other smaller more annoying and less dangerous harassments as well, and I could extend this list and waste a lot of time, U either get it, or guess what, U do not get it, things R beyond HELL SQUARED, AE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This could stand 4 Arcing Energies, but doesn’t, huh Brook Toothpaste; U gorgeous hunk of woman U. Moving on, PROPERTY-DAMAGE, includes all broken electronic stuff, messed with electronic stuff, flat tires that I consider 2B spurious, car non-starts, that I consider 2B spurious, utility attacks of any kind, including the famous fake-pole-accidents that I have abbreviated into the word FAPOAC. When more witnesses R around such as if or when I live very close or directly with others, these persecutions need 2B rearranged and altered a bit 2 remain invisible 2 those not looking 4 them and knowing it is indeed happening 2 them intentionally. They merely do more stuff 2 me whenever I am away from those others that would B involved, ‘they’ always have adjustable game plans, and Mel Gibson the mighty TAXI-DRIVER could never ever B topped in the great nineties movie, “Conspiracy Theory”, when he told Julia Roberts that it wouldn’t B much of a conspiracy if those being messed with could turn around and prove it all with the ease of a child riding a merry-go-round.

Whether or not it was because the Philadelphia puke ball flyers Hockey team played a game last night or not, and I highly believe it was the reason, but in any event, I was assaulted with a nasty PROPERTY ATTACK/UTILITY ATTACK. My communications system that I use 2 speak back and forth with both my lightning Goddess Diana Arteemis, as well as my hyperspace daughter Paula King, Junior, was tampered with somehow while I slept yesterday, in-between my work shifts. It was the same deal that has been ongoing with me in this hell game with the MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES, or MO, and also referred 2 as WOMO, or WORLD-OWNERS and MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES), since all of this started, WITH SENDING MY MUSIC PROJECT ERNTITLED, “***REAL-GOOD-GIRL***”, DOWN 2 THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS, UNITED STATES COPYRTIGHT ODFFICE, ON AUGUST THE 15TH OF THE YEAR ADEG OF 1,986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have harped on this now directly as well as indirectly all throughout my entire blogging career of about 4 and one half years now, it as ‘U know in nearly two thousand ten now. Where is it all going Misses Messenger at the Cooper River Park, in the summer of 1969, more than 40 frikin’ years back into electron-positive space expansion points, that R laying in all angular arcing points around this 8,000 mile diameter spinning ball of sold barf? This 11 hundred mile per hour spinning dust cloud, and all of the expansion beyond it that is produced by a magical and totally misunderstood as of 2010 entity known as conscious waking mind, is as real as this entity called waking consciousness insists 2U and me that it is. Everything is all inside of us, at a point smaller than the tiniest hydrogen ion. It is called Void Infinity, and some just say the void, or the great-void, or dimensionless-ness, or the lack of dimension. I have always named this REALITY-CONDITION, “ZERO-DIMENSION”. The SSM know precisely what is going on, and where the parlor trick is and what it is, and what causes it, CONSCIOUS MIND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, using the APE or the applied science of parallel event, making Sunday Hell, as well as Saturday night, Saturday, basically the entire weekend, as they always or just about always in fact do, they still did not accomplish their sick demented goal and game, of making my Eagles lose 4 two straight weeks, nor have they gotten the Stinkball Flyers out off their slump either, BOO-HOO-WHO-HA-HA!!! BOO-BOO-HA-HA-WHO, IS THIS STILL ONE NINE EIGHT TWO, CE???????????? Well Icobod Crane and Trickyteeteet all not withstanding, along with Mayor Callio Levy Callibar of Halloweentown, which lies only about a thousand miles away from Potterkovich on the great Astral Plane, and is more real than this phony dream out expansion of endless decillions of cubic light years of freezing cold 2.7 Kelvin average degrees, yet still, here I am, and here all of UR, and there UR as well, PCN-110, Oh Great ONE, and Mighty Doctor Julia White, alias, skfhjiovms, and iwojmoiqvovm, and rspiovhwmerpjhep, and U get the somnambulism point by now unless your mind was sent on a far distant vacation. This brings me 2 my point on this blog that there R3 types of explorations, TYPE-1, the natural reccesant type, TYPE-2, the focused aware type, and TYPE-3, the dominant motive type. Lets ‘explore’ this a bit. Nobody, including those that claim they do not dream, does not fall into one of these 3 categories. Those non-dreamers, dream no differently than the most vivid dreamers, but some of us have varying degrees of switch connections that process the hyperspace explorations within parameters that your physically awake or conscious mind can indeed take in and use and properly handle and assimilate. This will B discussed now, but first, let me say that I was able 2 rearrange some stuff electronically, I as well as Julia White and her Earth peeps and family (TAWF), have electronic smarts and abilities. I know exactly what makes it really all work, and exactly who and what is really all is, down here in this hyperspace-dream, that U all still C and call, the real and solid tangible life, and think of all else as dreams, death, the end, and nonsense, and all of this is just fine, and totally your own business. I am free 2 come up online here and rebut what I know is the basic global sociological opinion of these things in general, and this is my rebuttal, lads, lassies, and yellow and black beautiful Labs!!!!!

Exploratrons and this topic must open right where I brought U all into it with the lines leading up 2 right here on this blog. Julia White is an alias. Her name is Mariena Carlittia Krassle, and she is the spouse of Neptune-Jupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious Krassle, only marriage is not real on the Astral Plane, so I say spouse because Earthers can identify better, hopefully, with the blog here as I attempt now 2 continue on a while with it. The Earth-English word NEPTUNE has an Astral Plane thought-pronunciation, and even this is not saying the real truth, but is as close as I can even hope 2 try this communication with the world. Some Smarty Jones out here might examine this and C the light bulb scream out Edison’s name, most won’t, and things R better this way, it is not a bloggable thing 2 say, and I do not want 2 get removed from the UM site, and am trying 2 keep it subtle and careful B4I get thrown down a set of very unpleasant stairs. Psychics out here know that there is no Earthly way I could have known what went on at that location in those days. Enough of that, as DZA would say, she’d add, “Little boy” as well. Y she calls the me as Rictafarius “Little boy” when I stand 7-4 and weigh 340 pounds and it is all solid muscle, is a mystery 2 me, other than most likely because in her realer form, she is a gigantic coil of pure energy, standing 40 feet high or so, and if she were 2 suddenly appear in a town on Planet Earth, all electricity the world over, would instantly just stop, and the brightness would light up the darkest night locations all over the entire world. But back 2 Julia. I met her and knew her when she took over one exact teenaged girl in Atlantic City during a small time in the nineteen-sixties. She occasionally still inhabits this being, as a type-3 full blown exploratron, the DOMINANT-MOTIVE EXPLOATRON TYPE. This is the kind that can dream through U while UR awake, and within a small period of time, U suddenly R finding yourself changing with no real cause, or as though something else is directing U. The DSM-4 book or the god of the sike shrink community, is filled with all of their so-called ideas, and reasons 4 persons suddenly developing there weird and strange behaviors. They can make plenty of sense, but the truth goes far beyond their limited concepts, because all of these educated peeps believe that life is real, and not the other way around. That will nip finding the real true answers 2 all of it, right in the bud every single freaking time, YO!!!!! Julia liked me because Paula liked me, U still R inside somebody’s life while UR in your dream in hyperspace travel. The person dominated is also left alone on many occasions as well, but after enough invasions or abductions, or any word that anyone wishes 2 choose and ascribe to all of this is just fine by me, but when U have been ’taken and used’ one time or 1000 times, UR now one of the exclusive smaller percentage in the hyperspace population that has no number, it is far beyond even a googolplex 2 the power of a googolplex, but most likely between a hundredth, 2 a tenth, of one percent of persons, of any and all ages, in the entire multiverse; could B classified during their lifetimes, as TADE VICTIMS, as World Lab refers 2 them as in 2299, TAKEN-AND-USED. My mother was one, I am another one, but never confuse something now with me on this topic. Atlantic City and the Trinidad was solid and real, or at least says conscious mind, and so was %*^ Peninsula Drive in New York in August of 1968. So was a hospital elevator in 1998 early in January, and in all 3 of these cases, this was no dream, this was as all of U mortals out here would call it, QUITE REAL, I WAS RAPED, by this giant lovely PAULA KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But it was never the fault of Paula King. She and her friends all the times that this happened, were totally oblivious 2 a much higher reality that was going on invisibly behind the wings of the stage here in the mighty Shakespeare Theatre of the Physical Plane life, BRO!!!!!!!! If I ever accused Paula, she would sue me, and tell her shrink she must B going crazy, how can this dude B in my dreams? This is what is happening, and until the world really sees this entire UFO balloon party crash hoax 4 just what it is, humanity improving in multiple parameters of life including basic contentment and fulfillment in beingness, is forever beyond and behind locked and heavily bolted and guarded doors. Many blogs will follow this now opened up point along much further, step, by step, and inch, by inch, with absolutely no help from either Niagara Falls, or any of the 3 Stooges, sorry Sally, I could not resist throwing this one in here, like DUH, players!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Many things that happened 2 me on the Astral Plane, R the reason that I am dreaming this all down here in the various hyperspace universes, all so differently in varying ones. This allows the greater and full 5th dimensional total me, 2 experience the full or total interaction, hyper-cosmically. The 1994 book I wrote and copyrighted on 31 October, called, LAWTRONICS, subtitled, “THE PERMISSION BARRIER”, contains all of the things in all of my blogs, in the ways and the thoughts of someone not yet consciously caught up 2 the full reality that is wrapped up within all of this hyper-cosmos. Can anyone ever really fully deal with hyper-cosmos, and its interactive twinallity with the Astral Plane where Lawtrons escape out of the VOID and land into so 2 speak? Not in a vaquillion eons, BRAH, wee r discussing sizes and totals that a million trillion Einstein’s all put together would just give up the ghost and die B4 even making that futile attempt, believe me. Look, my dad and he were talking a lot more than how good or bad the coffee tasted at Princeton University. I do know some stuff, just take my word 4 something, dudes and dudesses.

We will further all of this along in later blogging works. I managed 2 reconfigure my stuff, and have all the lost communications with my Walsh Atlantic Crew, as well as Lightning, all restored and fully operational, or as functional as Doctor McCoy’s whale kidney repair kit, of the days of REAL GOOD GRAVESTONES and shoe BUMS, and POWER-BALL lottery jackpot winning numbers.

If anyone can C the huge wild plan going on, UR the next rocket scientist of the world that will B making history of your own someday. I dare not come out and just think I can blog this. Even I am not that R-worded, BRR!!!!!!!!!!

Some have accused me of being hot air. Instead of taking hot air and making hoaxes, I just inhale and then have all this wind 2 swish around, U know, the epitome of monstermouthitis. Well, B of good cheer there peeps, I may have this affliction, but I can live with it, others with my total situation, would have perished long ago. My stories of how I watched my mom turn 2 the booze at the end of her life because of co-worker Emily, is all prior-blogged. At least I am sane and alive, and unlike a great majority of the mighty THAT-FAMILY from seventy, am not a substance abuser either. This little goodie 2 shoes is not trying 2 cast dirt on others, brag on sainthood, or even just slap myself on the back a little. These words R merely attempting 2 make a needed point here peeps, that here I am, still doing relatively fine, and yes, despite being forced 2 endure a continuous mega-hell, that would kill the dead, 3 times over, and 9 times on Sunday.

My mind is beyond boggled, every day I play and average about 6 units profit on my roulette system, roughly 40 units profit weekly. On the green 25 dollar level, that is all I’d ever need. If I can’t live well on 920 SSD plus about 4 grand more from the casinos, there is something wrong with me, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Actually there is, but that’s beside the point, I have a gargantuan monkey on my back. Is it called the HUNTINGTON CURSE, or the mighty GUATAMAYAN JULIA WHITE AND THE ‘GANG’, sorry Ann.

Let me crash, it is one in the afternoon, I need 90 minutes of rest B4 finishing out my final 8 at work for this week. The gods take pity on poor me, Linda.

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