EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND, DF POINT 776

“EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND, DATFILE 090909.776”
THE MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
MORIANITY PROJECT FROM 1995 TAPES
THAT FAMILY AND ITS FAVORITE PUNCHING BAG, ME
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This was an off the scale bottom of the barrel all ready dated day, or BOTBAR day. All days R BOTYBAR and have been basically since 2006, but some R super BOTBAR, and some even worse. This was a worse. The DOW JONES shoots way up every single day, JUST AS I TOLD U IT WILL AFTER BEING VICOUSLY PERSECUTED THIS BAD NOW 4 SO LONG BY WOMO SCUMSLIME, and it will not stop. I almost ran away from my captors today. I just do not have the guts. I guess I was born a real honest coward when all things R said and done. I am Dawn’s favorite punching bag when her husband “CHICKY” or Louis Laines, upsets this deranged mental patient, more than she all ready is up set in her head. She took it out on me on the drive home on the Atlantic City Expressway. She threatened 2 punch me in the face and said that I caused this huge problem of not telling her that the exit she wanted 2 get off of may possibly require exact change in quarters. When she told me 2 take this toll road out of Atlantic city, I merely assumed that she had the needed toll money, as she always has in the past. The first time that I get hit, I am running 2 the police and this nightmare will B over, so U all do your worst out there that R controlling this hell around me, as nobody can B pushed beyond their limit. I have no reason 2 remain here, only a billion reasons 2 run far and fast away from this place and these diseased people. Ann lied 2 me and tried 2 tell me someone was not a cousin of hers after she all ready told me that he was, a dude named what else but, “JIMMY”, a name that has caused me more than its share of grief in my lifetime a trillion freaking times over. All hell seemed 2 magically break loose right after this was mentioned B43 taking her 2 Atlantic City, she has another comp from the Donald and will B there as last time, today through Friday, only this time, without me. I was quite miserable on the last little stay in that town and do not intend 2 repeat it, also the fowl weather is anything but conducive 4 swimming and the beach, and I am not the gambler that she is. Dawn came along and got loaded stoned in the casino slot parlor. I was off at the roulette section writing down numbers, sure enough the famous #27 was the 13th number 2 pop up, just as in the interaction from the other night. Last night’s interaction was even  more major, let me tell U about it.

I fell off 2 sleep as mortals insist on perceiving this maya, and this would have been around close to two of the clock this moUUUUUUUUUUrning. My mother appeared 2wB a major player in this wild experience and she was telling me that we need 2 run far away right now, and we should not go south. Well I told her that we were about as far east as we can go and remain in the United States, so that would then leave either north or west, and she suggested west. It was a very short interaction, it then dreamshifted over 2 a Midwestern town or vicinity that I somehow just perceived 2 indeed B the central part of the country, and out of nowhere, was the same block on Long Island that my Aunt Ruth drove me and cousin Christopher up 2 that day in the holiday season somewhere of 1972. I was right outside the home of one branch of THAT-FAMILY, and U all know who I am referring 2. Suddenly, Roger came walking out smoking his cigar as he always does and yelled at me, “Don’t U remember yet, I am the guy U call Jim Pratt From PCI Computer School in your 1994 book”. I began choking and trying 2 swallow, and then blurted out the most absurd and amazing words. I said back 2 him, “I know U really R Gawky Gaukauk, Y keep on with this stupid charade?” He then instantly and in front of numerous persons, turned into the large black panther cat that he is, and he could still speak, and kept yelling out loudly, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, at least 8-10 times. Then he told me that he was aware that I Gawnumed up how certain things were gonna go 4 me the following day, and indeed I had, right B4 falling off 2 ‘sleep’. Then I observed a huge stage monitor larger than the 2 that I built early in the nineteen-eighties, and a giant amplifier, it must have weighted a ton or more, literally, with huge colorful dials all over it. He then was holding a microphone and kept half meowing about some interaction that I had years back only from that vantage point it was ahead in time, where a multiplex of strange whispering voices were all chanting in a large public rest room with a giant shower in it that resembled almost a waterfall, “and the joy that love can brings”, and this was chanted over and over, and he ended it finally with, “Y do U think Carman Frazier at RPL was in that church with everybody that day and they all were singing “LOVE-IS-4-CARPENTERS”?

This wild quick dream was short and sweet, and horrific, it woke me up with a jolt so large that it literally threw my back out a little, it still hurts now and I am talking about 15 hours or so later, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All day long, loud MC riders, loud planes, and loud U-name-it stuff was everywhere, and still is, harassing and persecuting me on top of the hell that Dawn puts me through. I may look like a person, but I am nothing more than a huge boxers punching bag and written all over me R the words “PROPERTY OF DAWN AND HER FISTS, THE KING”. Let’s rumble. Well, as I said, the first time I get hit, I run 2 the authorities, because I know from TV shows and other things as well, that once UR hit, U will B hit again and again, and I know my civil rights. So if someone in authority then, won’t come 2 my aid and rescue, obviously  suicide is the only thing left, and I will do it. My theory is that they cannot retrace me from an unusual place, such as the bottom of a deep ocean or hidden quarry out in Pennsylvania. If they do, then they do.

Ann is down enjoying her vacation, and Dawn is in the HARBOR, after telling me 2 drop her off there at cuzes place. I am here with a very mixed up dog and cat that do not know what 2 make of this diseased and very ill family. I knew when my computer was struck 2 weeks or so ago, things were over. THIS WILL NOT STOP, THE DOW WILL BE 10,000 BY FRIDAY, 15,000 BY NEXT FRIDAY, AND 40,000 B4 THE YEAR IS OUT, SO JUST MARK MY FREAKING WORDS ON THIS ONE, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If Roger really is Gawky somehow as an advanced exploratron able 2 take temporary physical form, only Julia White the mighty MAYAN could B the source of such incredible power. What u must remember is that she came into my mind when I was dictating my 1994 book, TPB, and no one imagines or makes up anything, it is against lawtronics, U simply cannot make up anything. If U try, UR only permitting phase-4 beings 2 interact through U that could not get past the life-barrier, as previously explained. Yes, all the things came true that the GAWNUM said in my queries of last night regarding this next day. It was letter perfect accuracy. It frightens me 2 know that I can ask questions and get answers this precise and accurate, right down 2 when me, U, or anyone is gonna die, or anything else. I use the word die and hate doing it, nothing is alive and nothing will die, but I adhere 2 your insistence upon accepting this powerful mortal illusion. MC will murder me if I do not get far away from her and her family, and Y mom thought going in the westerly direction was a good idea, blows my mind. If I do go west, it will B all the way 2 the President’s childhood area, and far beyond the shores of Cali. A runny nosed punk of a child can C that all of this is totally real and true and is a nightmare of indescribable and inconceivable hell. Just begin at the tail end of 2007 on my blogs, and read them, and go 2 http://www.blogger.com, and tell these numbskulls that I have been Millionth-Council trucked out of further blogging there, and if they had any human contact, they would realize it. Hopefully the blog readers of that site will wonder what is wrong and come onto these other sites 2 read the continuing words of pathetic and doomed Mountainpen.

DYING UTTERANCED, & LEGAL STATEMENT ON ALL AND ANY BLOGGER SITE:

If I am murdered here at 841 Thirteenth Street, it WAS MURDER, and U need 2 access all my internet blogging, and if U will not get justice 4 me, I will return from the freaking dead and this entire planet will B totally obliterated.

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