Sunday, July 8, 2012

SAFE JOURNAL, KING NEB, CH. 0472












SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0472

KING NEBNOOSHOO CURSED HUNTINGTON (KNCH)

WORLD LABORATORIES SBT DATFILE: SUNDAY EVENING

CH-0472-070812.743

TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO

BLOG SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:

ROTTEN MISERABLE NABES, ROTTEN MISERABLE CURSED LIFE”

© MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2012

© MWM/MWM/BOM/MF-2



BEG~~~~~~~~~~~INNING TRANNY, UNSWEETENED GRANNY:













This was another fairly routine weekend for me, the Mountainpen, fucking ass totally shitty and fucking ass lousy.



My health has been suffering for some time. Maybe I will get fucking real lucky, and fucking die, WOW, that for me would be totally awesome and totally mother fucking fantastic, oudddddddahere, Mister fucking Harry Callas, despite watching things alter many many many many fucking times, even your own death, and mine, oh great man of baseball and inversions, like freaking DUHHHHHHHHHHHH-OH-M-6!!!!!!!!!!



















All mother fucking day, the ass holes across the halls have their large ass noisy fucking family over, shouting and hollering and yelling, door booming, in and out and in and out, all mother fucking day long, YO!!! Typical barnyard, oh well, my wonderful MOM, WOW, insisted, hyperspace or no, that I attend the Church Farm Private School, in Exton, Pennsylvania, back in 1971. She was so adamant about all this bullshit, looking back into the past, it all makes me want to totally mother fucking puke times ten to the ninety-third power.



The days of shoveling pig-shit were over when I left that horrendous place, Taylor slants, hm, not so boy, not so. The only time we all got real fucking ass close to some powerful truth, was when she had just been brought back from the dead over at the fucking Kennedy Horse Pistol in Stratford, New Kean Jawsey, when she made her real WOW statement of the 20th century, and all time, straight from what mortals insist on labeling, “the other side” or “crossed over”, well in her case, AND BACK, huh '', still again with the great WOW, only this time, matter/antimatter really can kick the Christ in, with MOMWOW!!!!!!!! This is when the Chatty Kathy's all came alive, including my wonderful queen of dark secrets, and the great Grace Eastman Mason, who came straight from the lands of cousin cross-overs, and perhaps distant-Stein-'relatives', and when she blurted immediately out to me, “Mark, it was an accident, you shouldn't even be here”, sending Whoopee Goldtrek Karu chills up and down my spine, not DAGS, huh USCO??????













Well, accident or not, planned from Walter Bacon and Sam the First, or NOT, as who can really ever breath echo know, AMC???????????????? Aniwho, ##-##-####-##, of the days of ex-football rats and tattle tails, and if lovely Disney Ashley doesn't beat the gorgeous Molly Ringworm crap out of me sixteen times and set me on McGuire fire, YO, well, just maybe, in time, the truths will come out a little clearer for others, I can see this dog shit as plainly as a hundred mother fucking Johnny Nash's ever could dream of fucking seeing, YO, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!













The fucking shit I'll be getting into peeps, WOW, you ain't god dam heard nothin' yet folks, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



I can be a real nasty ass chatty-K, and that does not stand, necessarily aniwho, for Krassle, BRAHHHHHHHHH. For right this minute, this is all anyone needs to be told. There is no such thing as ACCIDENTS, COINCIDENCES, OR MOMMY LOVING ABBEY SEES, not if they had my wonderful awesome mother, aniwho, YO. I am not 100% convinced that she really died, after that incredible experience back in fucking ass time, and the shit with the County coroner's Office, and on we could go, wax dummy museum friends in shipping industry's, valuable caller-ID phone calls, and strange identity copying social security numbers, that the mighty and great SSA did not wanna' freaking hear anything about when I reported it a number of years back from the lovely Marhouse, huh Judge Raso Funday, Wilinski? Just this morning, I am watching the 1993 movie on a VHS tape, purchased for a lousy Good will Dollar some time back, with Mel No Face Gibson, and then this morning, on comes, you guessed it, Frank Hammon 2000 pounder. WOW, “won” helluva freaking great fish there BUD, dark or light, sheeeeeeeit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gimme a dam ass bweak, Elmer.



Well if I piss off my great '' much more, I'll definitely get an ass kicking, huh Mister Barkley and all my wonderful paternal distant's???? This whittle ass bwog was not real subtle and I know it, but I needed to let some fucking ass steam off after another rotten dam ass lousy shitty stinky weekend, folks, so sahwee Mister AMB and one letter offs as well, still, John and Foteous, without knowing a thing, did I not speak a powerful truth to you at your freaking CCC Parking Lot that 1997 day on 10-SC Avenue, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA? Why did you wanna' come down and fake out like you were some twin alien, John, what was that horse piss really about, you old Greek mother fucker, you, YO????????????????????? crissake dude, where is surfer boy Fontanna when you really need to know the correct and perfecto way of lugging a surf board around? Sorry, but after the chemtrails took out my voice that day folks, I had to sample my own speaking voice, and let the fucking god dam machine sing it, I do love that fucking ass machine YO, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! Mucho Sickie and thanks for scum bagging out on me, all you lovely Sandy's. Grow up, Micro Sucks Hell Wrecker, when you do work unhacked, you're practically worthless, have you never been south of the invaded Blueberryville borders, YO???????????????????? WEE, I do not have you saying that word on any of my tapes, even back home where the wild structures exist out in the yard, TEE HEE HEE, MC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well it is time for me to eat my din-din and watch a little TV, and try and relax and be free, Kirshteeee, as in rip off beers and cheers, baby love. Gimme a break Resorts International, like I'm a total fucking tard, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



























I'LL BE BAHK, FAM, AND ARN. KNOW THIS!!!!!!!!



WELL UNSWEETENED OLD GRANNY, THIS IS THE END OF~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
MY WHITTLE BWOG, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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