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You Do Not Like, Buy a Record By the Caetano and Do Not
Bother Us, Fuck You." December 12, 2006, More
Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3), MORE OF THESE HATS
ARE AROUND THE AREA OF FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA. READ SAFE
JOURNAL BLOGS AROUND THE 500-600 CHAPTER NUMBER RANGE,
AND THEN CLICK ON AN OLD REMADE SONG FROM 1983, WOW
MISTER MACY, IS THIS THE FIRST TRUMP, THE LAST TRUMP, OR
THE MARK OF THE BEAST, AS INDEED, 1+2+3+4 ALL THE WAY UP
TO +36 WILL INDEED EQUAL 666, GEE REALLY, COPYIGHT OFFICE
OF 1988? HAY, IT IS ALL DOWN THERE FOR THE RECORD. YOU
CAN CLICK HERE FOR MORE, ONLY BELEIVE THIS FOLKS, THE
MOUNTAINPEN NEVER TITLED ANYTHING, “THE MEANING OF
LIFE”, SOMEONE MUST HAVE ADDED ALL OF THIS TO THEIR
DEGRADED COPY TAPES, FROM WHAT WAS STOLEN WHEN THEY
BOOSTED MY CAR STEREO AT NORTHEAST PHILL’S FRIENDLY
RESTAURANT ON THE ROOSEVELT BOULEVARD IN THE FRIKKIN
NINETIES. ALL I EVER DID WAS SAY, AND I’LL QUOTE, FROM
1983, “GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, SO CLICK
HERE: IT IS MY SINCERE DESIRE, MY TRANSDIMENSIONAL MUSIC
WILL CAUSE NO HARM, BUT IF IT DOES, I DID NOT MAKE THIS
UNIVERSE, YO!
At
the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you
Mark from New Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on
time travel, Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the
DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in various telephone
conversations.
Station
Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He
was given a CD called “The Meaning of Life.” The
back copy states that it was made from a cassette found
on the side of the road bearing the same title. He’s
really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons-
The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the
conversation and they seem to have been recorded either
by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly
while Mark was standing outside on a windy day. More
importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently insane.
Mark
claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of
King David. His family will bring about the apocalypse
through the activation of the Christ Android, currently
dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50
richest families in the world are trying to do him in.
Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer,
the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or
WFMU’s own
Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)
Here
then, are three selections from Mark’s version of
reality:
If
you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius
Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now,
if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cover my
windows with aluminum foil.
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“The
recordings only capture Mark’s side of the
conversation…”
I
don’t think any existing recording device on this
earth could have captured the other side, although
Mark may disagree.
Posted
by: Goyim in the AM | December
12, 2006 at 02:42 AM
…the
link for “Android & Angel” is screwed up.
Y’all may want to fix it…
Posted
by: King Daevid MacKenzie | December
12, 2006 at 04:01 AM
Sorry
about that! I just fixed it.
Posted
by: Listener
Therese | December
12, 2006 at 09:02 AM
I
think this guy is the *real* New Jersey Devil. Look
at his horns and christ-blocking shades.
Posted
by: Steve
PMX | December
12, 2006 at 12:03 PM
Sweet
Jesus, my PoMo-radar is beeping. And a nice
performance. He could be real, I’ve known folks
like him.
Posted
by: K. | December
12, 2006 at 12:52 PM
Just
sounds like someone responding to internal stimuli,
there are many people like this probably an hour’s
drive from anyplace in the Northeast. How is this
different than getting enjoyment watching a man with
a club foot trying to walk?
Posted
by: bartelby | December
12, 2006 at 11:14 PM
Hello
My name is Chris Arter I am 25 and I live in New
Jersey. As a child I found two tapes made by this
guy, years apart from each other. They were both 90
minutes long. I only have one now. They feature folk
songs and disco songs. He never mentions his name but
I found out his full name is Mark Wayne Mohr and he
was born in 1954 by looking up material that he
mentions he copyrighted on the cassette. I’ve had
this tape for about 14 years and have never been able
to find anything on him except his name and the names
of other copyrighted material that he has registered.
Some of his songs are actually pretty nice. And the
tape like you describe only captures his side of a
conversation with a 7’7″ tall fellow named
shorty. Bar none still the most entertaining 90
minutes I’ve ever experienced.
Posted
by: Chris
Arter | March
06, 2007 at 06:27 PM
I
clicked on the Aquarius link to find Mark from NJ’s
CDR, but it was no longer listed.
Posted
by: maledoro | August
07, 2007 at 06:54 AM
Aaah,
very happy to get some info on this guy! One of his
recordings has been used on the track “The Christ
Android”, on the album “Memory Hole” by Kevin
Moore (of Chroma Key, and ex-Dream Theater
keyboardist). That’s what prompted me to find out
what this nonsense single-sided argument was all
about. Thanks a lot!
Posted
by: Fairlight | September
22, 2008 at 02:34 PM
I’ve
been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ,
a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also
found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a
hardcore blogger writing under the handle
Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there
ideas.
Posted
by: Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:19 PM
I’ve
been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ,
a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also
found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a
hardcore blogger writing under the handle
Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there
ideas.
Posted
by: Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:21 PM
I’ve
been researching this guy. He lives in Hammonton NJ,
a couple towns away from me. One of my friends also
found a tape of his (about 10 years ago). Mark is a
hardcore blogger writing under the handle
Mountainpen. He’s got some seriously out there
ideas.
Posted
by: Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:25 PM
http://mountainpen.wordpress.com/
Posted
by: Goyim in the AM | February
24, 2009 at 05:04 PM
Hi.
I got to this page while reading about music played
on the ‘Jews Harp’. I’ve been searching, for a
loooong time, for a song that was played one lazy
August afternoon on WFMU, around 1980, or earlier.
It
was a rendition of ‘My Favorite Things. The vocals
of the main melody were accompanied by only a Jews
Harp (…”Whiskers on Kittens, etc…”) And when
it came to the chorus, it was sung monotone, by
several voices…very weird, slowly, dragging,
groaning (‘theeeese aaaaare aaaaa feeeeewwww of
myyyyy faaaaavoooriiiite”.
When
it got to “Things”, it was sung in a kind of
higher, psycho-sounding, very melodic voice, like
celebrating the word ‘things’.
Is
there anyone here who knows and appreciates WFMU, who
might know what the song title and author was, or how
I can get a copy of it?
It’s
been so long, and I’ve found every other weird and
funny song I’ve ever heard except for this one.
On
that same show on WFMU, they also Played Godley &
Creme’s ‘Sandwiches of You’
I’ve
listened to hundreds of versions of ‘My favorite
Things’, and it wasn’t any of those.
Thanks,
for any help. Please feel free to e-mail me, if you
can. giotkr at earthlink dot net
Posted
by: Tony NYC | May
14, 2009 at 10:44 PM
This
fella is MOST DFEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine
roomed with him for awhile at his home in Blue
Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into a
phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on
end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah
Krassel, and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess
Stacy. Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy
family, in conjunction with the Carey family(Mariah
and them), in conjunction with the Trump and NJ
Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him,
using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his
immediate air space with chem-trails, and sending
Atlantic City-residing life gaurds and bar tenders
stealing into the night, waiting to catch him
off-gaurd. The only problem being that he lives in
Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they’re out
there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up
on his latest blogs.
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16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
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An
angry mother. Also,
a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
I
HOPE YOU
ENJOYED READING THIS
CHAPTER
NUMBER 000
WOW,
IT IS DOUBTFUL THAT YOU DID, WITH ALL OF
MY DAM ROTTEN PROFANITY. SO SORRY. OH
WELL, MAYBE TOMORROW WILL BE BETTER,
GARY-7 AND OTHERS. THEN AGAIN, MAYBE YOU
WON'T STOP UNTIL YOU HAVE TAKEN ME TO THE
WEEDS! IN FACT, I THINK I WOULD PLACE
BOOK AND BETS ON
THIS ONE!
Hay
folks, here is hoping for a better day and month!!!
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YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW
2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC
TRACK
ALONG WITH: Only the opening title words are real.
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
VERSE
ONE
I'm
so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new
Let
me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few
Oh
my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew
We're
down and out, and we will even go to work for you
You
seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two
I
am so weak and faint and do not wanna' be so blue
While
we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe
Oh
please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you
We'll
help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew
But
greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
And
I'm not giving any freaking fish away
VERSE
TWO
So
when you add your salty tears directly in the sea
And
when you're done your song of woe, that you have sung to me
Just
take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty
And
right into the undertow, and stop annoying me
And
talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish
You
loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch
I
have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled
So
either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed
Guys
like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled
People
say I'm cold and cruel, on every single day
But
I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay
So
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
THREE
They
say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand
And
mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand
Storms
blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died
The
sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried
And
on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned
Ignoring
waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound
Just
another bucket and, then he'll have caught his fill
A
lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill
The
king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again
Yet
locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
So
yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay
And
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
FOUR
You'll
be crossing over, later wishing you'd been nicer
You'll
be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer
You'll
be crossing over, hearing all the trash they're talking
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll have to keep on walking
You'll
be crossing over, watching all the others eating
Feasts
with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating
Forever
seeing many fish, but never on your plate
You
had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll be a lonesome rover
Forever
doomed to hear the words you always used to say
That
you've been working hard out in the sun all day
Oh
yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay
So
you're not giving any of your fish away
END
OF SONG.
YOU'LL
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endlessly. It will all come down when Morianity has completed, and I
alone know that time, as well as all of the other parts of me that
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STARTING
OF THIS TRANNY, OL' GRANNY, M-5, CH. 00061
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Something
happened less than a week ago, that was not important enough to
report at the time, nor after until now, due to larger frying fish,
and bigger persecutions. Now I will tell this to you, and hopefully
to you too, old buddy from 1972, Robert McDowell of the FCC. I like
to go on my APP to check out my severe weather part. Clicking there
pops up a screen where from there you can click onto other items, and
until a week ago give or take, I was always able to click the spot
marked, “LIGHTNING”, and it would
display lovely most recent 30-minute lightning strikes in lovely
purple Brewster color, Miss other
land-owner, and not the Highview Cheers Apartment Complex, of
Williamstown, New Jersey, USA-ES-MWG. Then suddenly, seeing, hearing,
or Walmart Shopping, it is all frozen. The computer works and takes
me to the lightning map, but the data itself has been hack-frozen. It
has not moved in about a week. If this is just happening to my APP,
then this is a total fucking violation of my freedoms and rights
under the laws of this so-called 'great-land'! I just got around to
mentioning this because as you have observed on recently posted
blogs, I have been somewhat otherwise mother fucking engaged in a
place called Hell, AKA BULLSHIT CITY, or
just DOGTOWN, out in the fucking PERG,
which technically is any and all places that surround the great
condition-interaction (Astral-Plane-place) called by those who know,
SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, which
translates into Earth English as “City of the Great Sarah-Stacey
Krassle”. You can always GOOGLE up such things, but please do not
expect other mortals, to know, or to have experienced the special
shit that I have been so blessed and fortunate to experience, with
this awesome surreal goddess of beyond what ever can be fathomed. It
is like a transistor radio trying to deliver sound plugged into it,
from a one million total wattage combined rock concert amplification
system. Don't even try figuring out this triple-goddess, I for one
know that I have totally stopped this time wasting endeavor. And
believe me, SHE has let me into HER club more than all others
combined, for reasons, I have no dam clue about, but Jim Burr did
have a tiny little clue; and said it over and over again, “It's got
something to do with your family”!!!!!!!! How
did you know all of this, Jimmy
1984 © ?
I
told you recently that I am going to do two things before all of
MORIANITY closes out forever. First, I'll make and devote an entire
chapter to my mother's nightmare story that led to her FIRST eyelash
brush distance with death in 1976, and that pertains to good old
FIREFOX-BABYLON;
with or without any of these future quests, searches, or ironies of
parkway driveway's, and so on and so forth; and also, tell some real
powerhouse details, about a subject called by me, REALITY-3.
This will now begin the latter, as the former would
take a couple hours of my slow typing, from my mom's old notes that,
like my daughter's phone tapes, miraculously made it down here with
me to Florida, on that wild blizzard wintry night up in Jersey, in
middle December of 2009.
You
cannot get into what I have termed and labeled, REALITY-3, unless you
know a little bit about PARALLEL-EVENT. It would be like saying you
are an expert on sandwiches, but never heard of either bread, or you
never heard of cold cuts, but you have heard of one of them, taking
your pick. If ever there was death and taxes, birth and death, and
along these lines of rationale, this would be its epitome. For those
that may not be aware of it all though it has been blogged and told,
over and over again, for nearly seven and a half years now, in my
blogging career; I did not invent the idea and concept of this. I
merely picked these two words to string together, and even the mighty
STAR TREK NEXT GENERATION TV SHOW,
used a similar phrase on one of its episodes, describing the very
same thing, “correlation of events”, as they did with the words,
“Lack of dimension” in another great episode, and being the very
same thing that I have discussed so often it makes even me get dizzy,
and that would be zero-dimension. No one ever really invents these
concepts. If they did, no one alive now could track it back half
accurately, and it is as old as the hills and the stars, of the
Ocean's Sodom, of very distant Cuzz Trump. Aniwho, YO, parallel event
as I heard about this item for the very first time as a teenager, was
put to me and described almost verbatim to what I'll now type in
here. In baseball statistics, some statisticians have observed
correlations between items in baseball and items with seemingly no
possible connection to the sport; yet they can be statistically and
mathematically plotted on a graph, with bizarre patterns that would
defy random chance. In an example cited that this went on to discuss,
somebody observed who was a recognized expert statistician, that if
it rains more or less than a certain number of inches in a past year
in Johannesburg, South Africa, the N.L. wins at the end of the new
season, and moves into the World Series. This does not mean it shows
as a 100%, but a very high above what you would potentially believe
to be about a 50-50 odds chance. Now, this is no easy task to really
seriously graph and plot and follow, as we would require something
with a very large amount of data to be analyzed, and baseball and
weather records, somewhat old as they both may appear to be, both
over 100 yeas; this is but a drop in the proverbial water bucket.
When I make a roulette system, I do not even start to seriously graph
winning and losing game results, until a minimum of 100 with a zero
after it amount of games, yes 1000 games minimum. Still, this is no
large number for any kind of statistical equation to be analyzed. Now
moving this still further, in 1986, I discovered, with the help of
what wiccans call the Triple-Goddess, 'MDE'
(mother-daughter-electron), as I know this force to be, to the very
best of my wisdom in present human STM; but I learned that
parallel-event could be applied to the gaming roulette numbers, by
taking the 36 non-house numbers, dividing them into the three
parameters of black or red, odd or even, and 1-18 or 19-36, and then
playing two of these groupings off against the remaining one on a
future next spun wheel outcome. I experimented with this, and sure
enough after 2,000 games that I played between December of 1985 and
the end of February in 1986, I had seen that there was a 57/43
seemingly endless positive advantage to using this, minus the 5.26
percent house advantage that's built into the game of roulette,
legally of course, by way of the usage of two green house numbers of
zero and double zero. This tiny little remainder does not seem to
some amateur players at quick glance, to be real largely impressive;
but real professionals know what a 7 minus 5.26 positive advantage
percentage endlessly, really can do to any gaming situation. This is
an endless PAP of 1.74%. Players using black hundred dollar level
play chips can make just a dozen or two units per week and walk away
with close to 10 thousand dollar monthly incomes, minus of course the
monies owned to my seventh grand pappy, Samuel Huntington, and AKA
our wonderful (Uncle-Sam)! But this is just the start of things, as
REALITY-THREE is the powerful
idea concept that a force is what is truly behind WHY parallel event
of various items, all works exactly the way that it does. Just why is
the PE (Parallel-Event) in Roulette, without the house edge factored
in and using the non-green 36 player numbers, what it is, to quote
the great and late DAWN-MARIE DISHKING???????????????? Well B4U drop
and give me 20 Spaghetti Bowls, or any wild 'BLACKS IN THE MILITARY'
1983 DRUMBEATS OF (STM) SPACE-TIME-MIND; let me not strip the gears
here, and clutch in a bit and stay on point with this, as this is
real powerful shit; and a man named Raymond Young, back in 1988; knew
the potential true awesome inconceivable power, that is behind all of
these totally surreal forces; and yes, I had phone taped
conversations of him and me in 1988, and many other things as well,
miss Lee; but now either the great and mighty FIBBIES are in
possession of this, or else, the great powerful '~~FAMILY', I don't
dare get 2 cute here, good folks or my kid will have my freaking head
on a dam pike!!!!!!!!!! Yes, why indeed, does PE work as it does, and
do what it does, and is what it is, OH GREAT M-D-E CREATRESS ISIS?
Well, hold onto your underwear, K-Mart Delaney, as many things will
indeed begin to get told about this, as we approach the final days of
the writings of MORIANITY. For right now, I will leave my wonderful
L-4 viewers with this following tid bit morsel and taste of things to
be banquet feasted upon before the end does indeed soon come with all
of this. First, it cannot be over simplified, and it will take some
thought to wrap your heads around the very basic explanations of
REALITY-3, so be forewarned of that much right here and right now,
lovely gorgeous LU-LOO. Then, know this. If you were at all mind
blown with the weaving and the breadcrumbs, the Exploratronic
Supermind and type-3-exploratrons, and Space-Time-Mind, and dreams
and truths about all five transdimensional existences all
interconnecting and commingling together in ways that break most
brains into smashed pretzels; all I can say then in good conscience
now is; just wait until I start getting into all of this, and I'll do
my dam utmost best, to keep it fifth grade, and use small little
words; but it will take you on a journey no matter what happens,
where you all just may not want to go, so be prepared to hear some
real super Mike Tyson style punching and ear biting powerful truths
and shit that goes far beyond the concept of even things like light
speed squared, or my dad and his pal 'AE' a long while ago. For now,
folks; I really hope I was able to entertain you, and whet your
appetites just a bit for this day. See you all a little bit later on,
good folks. BYE-BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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WHASUP
VIQUEEN MARILOO?
WHASUP
STOCK BROKER GORDO?
WWYWINY MALCALM ROSENBERG OF PHILLY, PA?
BEAUTIFUL
LIGHTNING (GODDESS DIANA), SUBMITTED BY A CHANNEL 12 VIEWER, NOW
PASTED FROM THEIR TV-APP.
MY
BABY-BLOND
DIANA
ZUDLECRONESSIA ARTEEMIS.
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Jupiter,
Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
Now
let us move on with this blog chapter 00064.
WOW
is this a LULU mother fucking day and week and month, if I do have to
say it myself, good folks. My noisy fucking neighbors are going with
the doors and the shouting, and Mikey has totally screwed me, as I
knew he was going to, what a rotten ass guy. Oh well, after nearly 60
years in HELL, you get to pretty much fucking know ahead of time,
each thing that has not happened yet, but WILL, and LIKE-DUH, and
color me
IMPRESSED
LENNY
BRISCOE,
SIR!!! IT
IS FUCKING CUNT SNIFFING TEN MINUTES SHY OF FOUR ON THIS ROTTEN ASS
AFTERNOON. THE PLUS OUT OF THE DAY HOWEVER, WAS A BIG ONE. MY
WONDERFUL Lightning Goddess DID NOT ABANDON ME WHEN I REALLY NEEDED
HER THE MOST, MISTER FREAKING VANWARMER OF 1979, YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PRAISE THE FREAKING SAR (LORD). SAR is LORD in
the ancient tongue of the Aramaic, spoken by the Master Himself,
Jesus the Messiah or the Christ.
There
is so much time distortion and transdimensional effects all around me
from a lifetime of living in all five dimensions and while forced to
simultaneously coexist with a society not yet able to fathom doing
this, and it honestly does give off some type of a cosmic unclean
effect, like they call, dirty electricity. Electricity is
electricity, and this just means that fossil fuels get burned and
something that is used to generate a turbine spinning that makes this
all work, dirties up our biosphere environment, but electrons are
electrons, and they are never dirty. The weather is gorgeous, all
overcast and coolish, just over the 70 degree mark for the better
part of the day, and less humid than yesterday as well. Fuck you, I
like the word coolish, and plan to use it. Unlike taking music from a
dream, recording it electronically, and reproducing it also
electronically, in repetition, the word coolish being used on this
blog sure as dogshit ain't gonna' fucking hurt anybody, YO. Now let
us quickly endeavor to strike up a little chit-chat about my music
and maybe why I am hated by world forces. Look, I could prove to all
of you that you can do the same thing, and even teach you how to
begin traveling with more waking world memory, so as to be above to
indeed, begin to bring back here, some hyper space music. I came to
learn the hard way that my blogs originally posted that discussed all
this both at Blogger and MySpace, online locations, were indeed why
the Copyright Office lady was a little bit mysterious with me when
she called my trailer residence in middle oh-eight to discuss the
TRANSDIMENSIONAL SONG, only back then, only a part of it was used in
my song that I copyrighted back then, and with different lyrics as
well. Oh folks, and my wonderful believers, please never FORGET OR
BELITTLE THE POWER OF THE SOAKED TOWEL, ALONG WITH THE DRY ONES THAT
ALL ARE SURROUNDING IT. Hyperspace effects bleed through to all
realities and things really do get all mixed up. This explains so
many things that literally without having my Morianity to show what
is really happening to all of us all the time, we would think at
times, ourselves to be really truly crazy and delusional. Mister
David Leigh smith cured me of that problem however, with his non AE
blackboard on that warm autumn day back in good old lovely 1970, in
Haddonfield, New Jersey, just a few miles to the west of the future
residence for me at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments in voorhees, New
Jersey, USA-ES-MWG, and a decade back into positive space, remember
that time does in fact appear to run and it does run in both
directions, and it runs at the speed that photons travel. That is
just truth. No one forces us cave persons to remain trapped in
regular-time, or not be able to move out of ordinary running time. By
taking this very same thing, transdimensional music, and placing it
on my windows Media Player, the computer being in the northeast
corner of this room, the southwest opposing corner runs minutes
faster per day, than where the electronics is performing its
so-called, STM (magic). There's no magic in this at all, but the
powerful world forces who do know how to make all this work and
indeed are and have been playing with all of this shit and a lot more
for a very long time, the World War Two era actually, don't allow
ordinary uncontrolled private citizens such as myself to engage in
such activities. Yet what really have I done but go to sleep and have
dreams, and then well, you know the rest, and as I typed this last
sentence at exactly fucking nine minutes past four, the entire
computer hacked out and died, then came back on line, let me save and
post now, I do not trust ANYONE, ANYWAY, NOT NO HOW NOT NO WAY NO
WIZARDS NO COWARDLY LIONS NO KINGS AND NO DAUGHTERS!!!!!!!!!! You
want it straight up and dirty, General Patton, well pal, there it is,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BYE-BYE. A little short post script
folks. I am gonna' go to Mexico and leave this EVIL EMPIRE BEHIND
very shortly. How can I fight a world where they can put me on jobs
and in living quarters, and make me suffer in agony with covert
attacks of endless fucking cunt misery? How would any of you handle
this endless stress and nightmare monster ass fucking hell. A
nightmare fucking rotten family who steals your entire life away and
hates your guts on top of that, a Housing Authority who put these
thugs across from me and does not want a dog to prove they are
illegally dealing drugs out of the apartment, no help from the
sheriff, no help from the Attorney General, same old same old fucking
New Jersey bullshit, allover again, here we go old and new kids
alike, here in this or any fucking Clarence Harris town, right old
buddy from 1999? Say hi to Congressman RA for me, what a voice, Jesus
God all nothing. Well a lot of super voices have indeed told me many
things and ALL THIS to quote one of my copyrighted 1983 song lyrics,
songs from either one of the two musical compilations shown in the
copyright record that match 1983, Demo Tunes 4, or Saga of Songwriter
Mark Mud. Oh well, I will go to Mexico and fuck all these monster
horrendous mother fucking squirrel shit eating heroine addicts. 70%
of all adults in America are high on something or else drunk as
fucking ass fish. I know, I have lived with the worst and the best of
them, Hannah girl, of all worlds, and even your matching inescapable
initials. Tell Dad I'm just teasing, don't want Paul's old Trashville
bud, Billy-Bo as he called him long long ago, to come over to my
place and tune me up. Bud, I'm all tuned enough for 5000 fucking
lifetimes, go tune your keyboards, YO, and screw all of you. I won't
lie, I am more disappointed and hurt by you, my pal, President Obama,
than I am with my rotten daughter. She has an excuse, we all know a
name that big is not going to shall I just say, ever come clean,
perhaps not even with herself. But I know, maybe the PHA doesn't want
to walk a dog through these halls, but you want a towel parallel
seepage equation, sir Einstein? Let me indulge you then BRO. I was
walking another dog in 1972, and some know all about it. Don't tell
me what I know and what I don't know, Charity Pansy Faye Trask, and
Quentin Petofi Collins, not fucking now, and not back in fucking
1897, thank you very much and PTL, mister
Robertson!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YES
FOLKS, MY ENEMIES, THE WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, gave me a monster ass
fucking CRAMPANA ATTACK AND SHIT ATTACK TODAY, from here all the way
to the K-MART. I am not laughing, and I will see this entire planet
blown to bits some day, even if I have to wait a billion fucking
years, I will watch the descendants of all you rotten fucking monster
enemy pricks, get blown to shit and melted into unrecognizable
nothingness, YO! This has been so far, another really bad ass fuckin
g day for pathetic victim MOUNTAINPEN
AKA ME and MWM.
My records will survive in the great © OFFICE, no matter what you
bastard twisted shit do to me, BRAHHHHHHH!
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