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0412 ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON
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SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“DO
RALPH AND SANDY STILL CRY THE BLUES?”
©
2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR OF HAMMONTON, NJ
THE
HATE-PAGE SHOWN ABOVE, IS OWNED BY DONNA
JASON
FORREST SUMMER, HIS YT CH. NAME IS DJDS
ARE
YOU CHANGING IDENTITIES ON ME AGAIN, OH WOW?
THIS
IS ALL BOTH A BLOG, AS WELL AS A LEGALLY SWORN
OATH
OF TRUTH BEING TOLD TO THE PUBLIC WORLD. UNDER
PENALTY
OF LIBEL AND PERJURY, I SWEAR TO ITS ACCURACY,
HONESTY,
TRUTHS, AND AUTHENTICITY, BY THE GODS OF
THE
ASTRAL PLANE, THE THE QUEEN OF ALL QUEENS, GREAT
GODDESS
SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE.
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
Folks,
I am still under the air guns, but the weekend is far less than it
was for me back on Friday, AKA STUDIO-DAY. In any case, I must be so
mother loving important, at least to the OTAMM-MILITUFORCE, known as
some unknown collection of ES, or EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND, see many
of my older blogs from 2008, and give or take a year perhaps. Still,
only THEY could have pulled off so much incredible stuff, and DID SO,
as recently, they reentered into an earlier time and made all sorts
of freaking changes. If they can go back to early times of this 21st
century, it was no big job for them to take over my inner self in
1983 and get me to write such lyrics as Ralph and Sandy cry the
blues, because their queen of Hell must lose, the valve of space and
time are going to blow their fuse. Yeah sure, we hear lyrics and
sentences like this every day, don't we folks, WHAAAAAAA?
Well,
'EXPLORATRON JOE', as in my gorgeous coworker Joann, telling me to
“do a Joe” back at the RPL Sound Recording Studio in the autumn
of 1980 or there about, with the vending machine when it didn't seem
to properly be working one night there; managed to do more than get
me to write some real incredible outlandish lyrics in the early
nineteen-eighties. But for right now, how about if we just stick with
this one topic? Holy Kalio, Jim Burr said that if I ever got married,
I'd drive me wife crazy. He is underestimating his hyperspace value
by quantum leaps and bounds, super Jenny Johnson. Still, whoever
designed the Tennessee Avenue Hotel called TRINIDAD in the early
sixties, in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG; were also the
uninvited cohabitants of EXPL-JOE. I mean really, with a name like
Sheegee Kruppa, give it a rest, at Ron's or any other place, and I'm
thinking of a pot smoking prick with a magical attic at this moment,
peeps. Still, with SK initials, anything is possible, as the
Christians like to phrase it, YO. If we move this from the Highlands
of Scotland, great great many great grannies, and Mary, all the way
into the late 20th century to the highlands of Abseacon,
New Jersey; we just cannot seem to 'ever escape' the great initials
of Scylla, but really, who wants to, with or without musical concerts
performed by Her at the great Monolazarium Square, in Sahasra Dal
Kanwal, on the Astral Plane of the subatomic realms? Still,
Exploratron Joe, proved to really be a lot more than the brother of a
mighty wonderful dish washing liquid gone wild with all other jersey
housewives, the gods help you Louis Laines, (Chicky), but really
folks, YO; driving me beyond both Yonkers and Bonkers throughout my
entire young adult life, with this incredible bizarre recurring dream
of my attempting to locate this way out and non-existent 'school', in
Egg Harbor City, in New Jersey. If anyone mathematically or
scientifically minded, and is reading this story; can tell me this is
not a million or more super cosmic dots just waiting to be line
connected by some Law & Order team, cosmically; then I feel so
totally sorry for your closed minded extremely limited lack of
obvious awareness. That freaking expression on the dish detergent's
face, every time I would say something about this, when I had not yet
put it all totally together, as we would drive down the Julia Horse
Pike and into Egg Harbor, so she could visit her Distant Cousin, the
lovely Leticia Tilley, and her family; just yards down the way from
the magical hyperspace grocery store of vanilla and chocolate
cupcakes, called Incollingo's, yes that smirk she gave me proved how
horrible my daughter's distant cousins really were. This goes and
speaks for itself, the way she treated me worse than a dog when I
gave up over 16 months of my life for this rotten family and Mizz
dish detergent, the great QUEEN OF KINGS. Still, they all thought it
was funny, HA-HA-HA, right down to the AT&T commercial, huh Miss
Blake, and Mister Arthur Bancroft? Make all the noise and sounds you
like EXPLORATRONS, screw you!!!!!
Oh
yes sir, the mysterious school that I tried to find for years, and
for reasons only known by the EXPLORATRONS involved in all of this,
never could; but a detention center that keeps juvenile offenders,
TRAPPED, now we get into some serious 1983 music of mine, written for
no good reason whatsoever, by these things inside me influencing me
to write all that nutty ass music; yeah, sure, OK, right, whatever
Congressman. I need to thank my great LORDESS for two things, so it
seems. First for untrapping me out of DOGTOWN, after I bumped off my
brother, some bump, and is why we use the expression in the
Lombardo/Callio world perhaps, with or without any great Fascitar
Waking Freezes, and then second, for admitting through the back door
that all of Morianity is indeed the truth, the entire truth, and
nothing but the truth, so help me Her, precisely 12 years after I
wrote the song “SARAH” which means in Aramaic tongue a long time
ago and far away, LORDESS, that SHE is in fact, the RULER OF THE
EMPIRE, and from the tallest building in HER GREAT CITY, without any
help from any additional Masons or Carpenters. I'll bet dollars to
donuts cubed, that the other airplane a long time ago that struck
this great building, reducing it a few floors from its original great
height, was all 'meant to be' or we could certainly put it another
way, (EXPLORATRONIC). What are the odds that the new number of floors
matches the sum total letters in Scylla's new Earth form name, 102,
WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, this is nothing, dot connectors. The
very same street in Egg Harbor where cousin Leticia Tilley lives on,
with her great family known by the entire city and overall area for
their somewhat wild partying lifestyle; with or without any pizza
deliveries and dorky looking delivery boys; should you take it to its
other end on the other side of town, just turn left at the IRISH PUB
sign that Robert McGuire had posted up after all of this began in
2008, and there it is on the right side across from the ball field,
Harborfields Detention Center. Change the DC to HS, and put it in
Suffolk County, New York, and there is my kids' high school. Then
folks want to know why, and this is but a tiny fraction of all the
stuff in my life; I am on disability, and suffered a major GENERAL
BREAKDOWN, mentally, physically, emotionally; spiritually; and even
ritualistically. Could any of you handle all of this baggage, to
quote my old nineties girl friend, Helen Zebriski of Lindenwold, New
Jersey? Wow, is everybody in Lindenwold like this? In fact, Matte
Weightblocker and friends, of the ACBP, I suppose my real question to
all of you and lovely very distant cousin Bobby Ma gee, (McG), do you
always go around terrorizing folks on beaches and public streets who
are totally freaking innocent, or is it just me.? Oh don't bother to
answer that one, YO, we all have the answer all ready, I'm quite
positive, gee-willy. If my old friend Tonia is out here, I'll let you
print the second part of the willy word. I no longer am at HFOC
either, Good riddance. I told big red or Grants GGGG grand-kid within
her earshot distance, a week B4 she got rid of me, that the cock
would crow three times and sure enough, as with Jesus and Peter quite
a while back into time, it did. I just showed her what was all ready
going to come to pass. WOW, hey, I'll never say it as good as you did
it, a long time back. Talk about ONE VOICE in a wilderness, huh
Baptist John??????????????????????? Well, there are a lot more than
95 good reasons for my ending this blog, but I only need one, and
that being, I feel like it, BRAHHHHHH. Bye-Bye.
END
TRANSMISSION, WHAAA.
KEEP
HIDING MIKE, I KNOW YOU READ THE BLOG AND GOT THE IDEA, AND I KNOW
WHY DAVID AND YOUR SISTER WERE CORRESPONDING.
GOOD
OLD EXPLORATRONS, the answer to the mysteries of the world since
forever, WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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