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just a silly ignorant nut case bragger? After-all, if I can do some
of these things, then maybe, just fucking maybe folks, I can do all
the things that I claim, even Water and Walker Street stuff, right
Dotty Dario, my lovely teen love from West Collingswood, New Jersey
in the winter of fucked up seventy, sweetie pie? In any event,
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December 12, 2006
More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3)
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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I
don't think any existing recording device on this earth could
have captured the other side, although Mark may disagree.
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12, 2006 at 02:42 AM
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by: King Daevid MacKenzie | December
12, 2006 at 04:01 AM
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12, 2006 at 12:52 PM
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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
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!
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by: Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:19 PM
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by: Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:21 PM
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by: Ghostlight | October
30, 2008 at 08:25 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.
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".
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
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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I
just had Diana Zuudlecronessia Arteemis, the great LIGHTNING
GODDESS, save my life back a couple of days ago, and then I was
awakened quite ill on Monday, what else is new (WEIN) on a freaking
ass HELLIDAY-HOLIDAY, SOSO for me (SAME-OLD-SAME-OLD). I was
speaking on the telephone after being up and awake for about three
or four hours give or take, and Mikey phoned me from home after
leaving his little part time job over at my pharmacy. I told him I
better not drive up to his place over at Hutchinson Island, as he
needs all the $$$$$$$$$$$$ that he can earn, and does not need to
catch whatever type of new WOMO crap they gave me, some form of
death beam or basic Chemtrailitis, but whatever it was, and of
course, Lightning hears everything that I say on the telephone, and
again must have been worried about me. Within a half hour out of a
clear sky, blew a bunch of thunderhead clouds, to my left and west,
and yes, I fucked up and said right when I meant left a few blogs
back, speaking of that gorgeous sunset outside of my window, while
sitting here at my computer work station. These MILITUFORCE fucking
subskummites have me so fucked up, I don't know shit from a pan of
fudge half the goddam time. I reverse directions, and left and
right; and always get every fucking ass thing that I ever say or do
backwards, JUST
TO MAKE ME 'LOOK LIKE A' MOTHER FUCKING DOCTOR BRUCE TIME TRAVELER
GOLDBERG 'NUT', OR STUPID ASS FUCKING IDIOT, YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho,
without any help from other endless Montgomery possibilities of
OHMAROLA-EIGHT, Mister Buttwipe McNulty, sir; SHE heard me, and knew
I could barely swallow. However, SHE CAME ALL AROUND with her
dazzling beyond words lightning. I could have eaten her up for
crissake; and within about 10 minutes into the storm, my throat was
totally and completely Magnesonic Cherry Hill Really Really real
good girl, ALL HEALED UP, with or without strange wall-writings
outside of the SAVE A LOT Grocery Store, yes Mike McNulty, I'll do
it for you, YO, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, and
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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DUH, and color me
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Oh
good lord and 25 cents, Lenny 1980 McKinnon, I know i am not crazy,
and people do in fact go totally fucking crazy when messed with by
the ESS, as well as learn too much about WEIRD THEORY and QUANTUM
DYNAMICS, but I AM MOST DEFINITELY THE SANEST MOTHER FUCKER I KNOW.
The first bastard that says, that's because you don't know anybody,
will be shot!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE 1971 MCNULTY, KEEP IT
LIGHT, LET US ALL CHILL, BILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
W---O---W
W---O---W
W---O---W
W---O---W
Gina
my giant lovely night girl of the nineties, YO, I TOLD
YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maybe
you listened, but I doubt it. You and I were kind of busy in
bed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll bet dimes to donut holes that AT&T and Verizon got a kick
out of my speed dialer that they featured with voice control. I
would just say GIANT GINA, and boom, her sex-service would ring.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Hay, under 18, stay off the dam MORIANITY
BLOGS, YO. Same
thing applies to over 18 easily offended virgin ears people,
WHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
YOU
MISSED ME, HA-HA-HA, JANE DIRTY JERKWEEDS BASEBALL. That
transdimensional stuff can get hairy, right Misses Gaines
Whydidu????????????????????? Who done it, Spellchecker, well, maybe
the Super
Sleuths of mystical Babylon, New York,
up at 175 Peninsula Drive, right daughter cousin of Aunt Ruth,
Misses Christine Myers????????????? WOW.
MY
STOCK MARKET DOW
JONES PREDICTIONS,
FOLKS!
AND
I HOLD ONTO THESE PREDICTIONS OF MINE, STEADFASTLY FOLKS, AND 100%
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hungry
yet, Sarah Callio?
By
end of March, ------ 17,000 basis points.
By
end of July, ---------- 20,000 basis points.
By
end of the year, --- 25,000 basis points.
JUST
WATCH AND SEE PEEPS, I'LL BE RIGHT, AND THE PROPHET OF TRUCKING
GRASS MOLE SHIRT HEAD RUNT SLAPPING HUNTINGTON HELL, HATH SPOKEN,
AND SO DECLARED IT. AS IT WAS WRITTEN, SO IT SHALL BE DONE, PHARAOH
RAMASES, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Silwee
Wabbit and twix clueless kids, of the Kim Wild Club, of the early
eighties; I now say to you,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bite me world!
Remember
people; GAWNUM is a major art and science that's all rolled up in
one, and is not like most things you'll encounter in this hell
nightmare human life, well, I'll speak for myself here with those
harsh words. Aniwho; ^^ ^^ ^^^^ ^^, AHA Mister McNulty sir; this is
a skill that is acquired after a lot of understanding of the system
itself, followed by rote practice in piano lesson fashion. I could
say, why did my day go so bad and who was most responsible for this,
and draw my two cards, and get names of folks all over Planet Earth,
that had diddly Whoopee Goldberg squat to do with any of it. This
merely forms a basic starting point,
so that a
user of this skill can then move on and begin querying the Gawnum a
lot further;
until they get compatible answers, that just cannot be off, after
many questions and answers come, that are both
compatible and non compatible,
and I will be repeating
how to create these 81 numbers, as well as do these basic things
with them,
in soon to freaking follow blogging text journal tapes.
Now
for some rock chucking bunt tapping bad news, and some mediocre
news, to report, YO peeps:
First for the mediocre news: I stopped keeping trucking track of my
BOTBARS, it was worsening my quanta connection in the subatomic
worlds, and from there, that rotten dirty shirt then filters
downward into the dream downs of hyperspace, these lives we all live
in unfathomable numbers of parallel universes. And yes quantum
Labbers, there is so much more than just some simple one line
interaction with transdimensionalization, and dark matter, and dark
energy, really; where would I even begin to tell you? It is not one
theory or another, but all of them combined a lot more. But I am so
happy that you dudes and duddesses are beginning to see what I have
been saying now for 40 freaking years, over bugged and tapped
telephones, and recently in the past just more than eight years, on
the internet, on my BLOGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The bad news time now,
perfect time for these dirt hole nabes of mine to really slam a
door, bottom feeding barnyard total pigs.
For
close to two months, my PERSONAL INTERACTION WITH COSMOS
{{{(('LUCK'))}}}, for a very misunderstood early grammar school
level replacement word, that is a heck of a lot more relatable to
the general public; but yes, my LUCK has been peaked out after being
higher than it was in decades, not YEARS, I said trucking DECADES;
and yes, it is on the way back down fast and furious and hard, and
with a lot of assistance from many folks in the evil EW, so I used
their own movie-show words in this 'taped life journal'
(BLOG)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
TEST SCORES have been between minus 13 and minus 15 on every
game-test taken, over the past week. Normally, I perform 2 on
average, of these GAME TESTS, and need not go into what I have been
doing since around the end of last summer time somewhere. I will
only print it if it is requested, George and George and George, AND
SALLY-98, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
In
other words, my daily average over the past 7 days is minus fourteen
points per day. It has never ever been that bad for a solid week. I
am quite happy with myself, for deciding to repeat what I did back
in middle trucking 1997, and stopped keeping frikkin' grass track of
all this mucking Morse tap!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I trucking get slit
right, once in a while, Dawn-Marie king, the Latengrate. I don't
always get it trucked up, GIRL, HAY, Cuzz Letty! Sweet stuff, you're
far better off without your drinking buddy,
'Teeshy'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me know, as my kid did
in no uncertain terms; if you don't like my nick-name!!!!!!
Folks,
as you know, I did not have an extremely wonderful day, to wit I
reply; ''SAME OLD SAME OLD, WHAT ELSE IS NEW, and for short,
SOSO-WEIN!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway,
all is well,;and despite a chemtrail filled sky, I will go to my
doctor,
and onto some other
errands,
the store,
the sheriff's
office,
and a few other little things along the route that need taking care
of. 'HAY
GIRL',
the sheriff can wait. When I go there, I will have quite a bit more
amo in my anti-McGuire file, to take with me.
Well,
I hope the dentistry career is going well for you, my old pal Darius
Evans, now living in the great Carolina's not that far from my pal
and a cousin of Ramsey Louis from the great old band called EWF.
Thank the gods, it was not called Existence Without interaction,
right my pal and ex-Mayor Bloomberg? WOW!!!!!!! Some politicians are
better and more honest than others, and then again, the New Jersey
short lived Mayor and so-called Special Forces metals achiever in
our American Armed Forces, Robert Levy Junior, not Senior or the
THIRD, but there are all kinds of wonderful as well as totally
corrupt politicians. When more are good and less are bad, folks will
come to trust in Washington a lot more, mister President. Don't be
too disappointed in us bloggers, we get angry and yell, and speak
out, and to quote you sir and my friend; that's what America is all
about, or should be. All tings come from higher truths and then
filter down, and is why religion is a powerful force in humanity.
The evil part of all of this is beyond the worst fabrics of anyone's
nightmares. These are called the Lambrigg cultists of the Briggbase,
and they live on this Briggbase, on the great Astral-Plane. Many
have connected themselves into a lot of things in these dream-downs,
here in mortal waking life. These powerful
political movers and shakers from the land of the dead, as mortals
might recognize this reality as, if they knew and witnessed with
memory, what I have; since about the time, that time-road-trip dude
entered the world through the physical body as NC. Don't die on me
DEEZEE SLIM, don't want you drilling holes in my mouth someday if I
ever move up your way, and you haven't yet taken over the rap-world.
No world, this is just an excerpt from a SAFE JOURNAL BLOG, let me
paste it in and show you, WHAAAA!
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0559
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2285
THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS AND ME
MORIANITY-PROJECT
CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
BLOG
SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR:
“GOING
ON A FOURTH MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY, &
THINGS
ARE WORSE FOR ME THAN THEY HAVE EVER
FUCKING
BEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE LADIES AND GENTS”.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR, MWM/MF-2/BOM---2006-2012
SWORN
VOLUNTARILY TAKEN OATH BY ME ON THESE WORDS ON THIS BLOG, WITH NO
ADDITIONS OR
DELETIONS,
TO THESE TOTAL ABSOLUTE TRUTHS SPOKEN.
SEND-BACK-TEXT
DATFILE: 091512.449.55555555555555
SATURDAY
MISERABLE ROTTEN MONSTER MORNING
Jupiter,
Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
W—O—W
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-
-
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- http://www.drunkenhive.blogspot.com/
- WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-HA-HA-HA; WHEN I WEIGHED 600 POUNDS, JENNY CRAIG!!
- Yes Mister McGuire I really would love to mother fucking
KICK
FUCKING ASS.
So
keep fucking with me you overstuffed piece of rotted out
snot!!!!!!!!!!!! Folks, as soon as I was thinking about saying this
sentence, and was on document mother fucking page one hundred
fucking eleven of one hundred fucking eleven where SIX CUNT LAPPING
ONES DISPALYED ON MY MOTHER FUCKIGN MONITOR, a hack caused me to fix
some shit, and made me see these numbers that I may have not seen at
all, otherwise. THIS
IS EXACTLY THE FUCKING SHIT THAT I HAVE BEEN TALKING ABOUT for eight
plus cunt chewing years, ON MY BLOGS
NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It can be anything from this kind of shit, to al the shit I have
gone through from stars that turn into choppers or vice versa back
on 19 August in 2006, not seeing people that are right there in
front of you, and anyone with me also is under the same effect, such
as on the day in October of 2006, with me and Ed Lynch of Tennessee
Avenue in Atlantic fucking garbage City, New Jersey, United States
of America, ESMWG. THIS
FUCKING ''K-FAMILY'' IS BEYOND THE FUCKING PALE, ALL OF THEM; NO
EXCEPTIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LET
ME CUNT PHLEGM RAPE (COMPENSATE WITH 5'S NOW, GOOD
PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
55555555555555555555555,
PLUS 5555555555555555555555, TIMES 5555555555555, AND DIVIDED BY
555555555555;
IS EQUAL TO WHO MOTHER FUCKING ASS CARES? I
JUST NEED NOW TO STARE AT THESE FIVES,
AFTER GETTING SOCKED RIGHT IN THE FUCKING TITS, BY
6 EVIL DEMONIC FUCKING ONES,
YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!
Yes
my pal, Mister Seabottom, sir; the only thing indeed we ever can be
sure of, as stated on my bio, is that we cannot be sure of anything.
And then folks wonder why an eternal optimist like lovely Twinbay,
calls me a ''glass half empty kind of a guy'', to quote this Beyonce
Knowles total twin, only a foot taller!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hence, the nickname given to her by me, ''TWINBAY'', WHAAAAAAAAA.
This
is another IPE or Invisible Parallel Event, like bi-parameter number
play at a roulette table. I was expecting it, with fully tensed
stomach muscles Houdini. When I all ready know it will B there, I
can throw up a board that lessens the stomach punch a little bit
thank the gods. Monday was quiet, but as U know, they got their way
with a huge Dow gain on Friday, as I predicted in all of my blogs
ending on the prior week. The only thing that went OK empire-wise
was the Eagles, but that is because when they lose one or two games,
I control the world forces that make things happen by using what I
call the KILL-HIS-CREDABILITY methodology. So I type in the Blogging
Title of Rats and Tats, and then say PLAYING REAL NON-EAGLES
football, and then this makes the next time that they play come out
a WIN. I do not care who believes in what I say, as I know I speak
the absolute truth, and I know Y all the entire creation is here,
and how it got here, and have done my mega-best 2 explain this 2 the
world through this present time internet computer system. U will
believe what U want 2, and I can try and make UC the truth until the
brown eyed cows and Callio’s come home, and it will change
nothing. This little bit of simple wisdom was learned by me by the
RPL printer, big Mike, back in late 1980, when he said 2 me one cold
day, “U cannot do one diddly little thing 2 change anything around
here, live with it or quit”. He was absolutely right, and I cannot
make people think or believe a single thing that they don’t wish
2.
People
laugh in these modern science days when they watch the movie “THE
EXORCIST”, with that lovely cute Linda Blair, especially in her
remake of the Ex-2. It is not a bunch of bull shit, it is fucking
real. I have had bed shaking, non-induced astral projection, and
objects appearing, vanishing, and moving, just not anywhere near in
intensity as in the movies, but crissake, ask yourself, what is like
in the MOVIES? Hollywood is in business 2 bring us the exaggerated
version of reality. It must B based on some reality, then in various
amounts and degrees, EXAGGERATED! But if it is based on nothing we
viewers can ever in any possible way relate 2, who would watch 4
very long? This is topic that needs a major elucidated expansion on,
at a later time when I have more time. Exaggerated? Try this word
times one times ten to the fiftieth frikkin' power, YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Moving
on, there is much that needs talking about, and early in November,
it will B, as well as errors and PBE will B corrected and entries
and new posts will also B added 2 Web-pages on my site at
www.morianity-foundation.com. $ now, I need 2 share a very lucid
interaction from last night when I lost consciousness shortly past
midnight, or as the MW puts it, when I went 2 bed and 2 sleep. I had
a major lucid dream. Do not confuse vivid with lucid, as U can have
a dream so vivid that it can stay with U all day like it is bigger
than the life around your so called waking world, but this is not
lucidity. Lucidity in a dream is when U right there in the dream
know that UR in a non wakeful condition and R fully U and aware and
conscious, yet not bodily as this is where your body seems 2B, yet U
know that your body is back in bed, and U know what the date is,
where UR living, and the whole 9 yards of your life. Now some tell
in dream books that in a lucid dream, U can make the characters and
the dream itself move and alter and conform 2 your will, and who am
I 2 argue. I know that if U can do this, UR bi-located in a locale
in hyperspace, HS, where it works 4U in this manner. I read the
story of the lucid dreamer who realized his dragon nightmare was his
cigarette smoking problem, and he confronted the dragon and realized
all of this and even upon waking, broke his smoking habit, and I say
HIP HIP HURRAY 4 him. A positive resulted, and he was in a
hyperspace [play-field] which I will get into later. My lucid dreams
R what I have termed in the last calendar year THIRD THING
HAPPENINGS, TTH 4 short abbreviation. I called them various things
starting on the night of December 7th, 1969. Aste, the lady who’s
unknown named husband who took my chain away from my friend Brad
Messenger and I back in June of 1969, came 2 me in a lucid dream
that I never as yet touched on, and told me that my 8th grade
history teacher, Mrs. Moldoff at the Haddon Township High School was
intentionally placed in an automobile accident because of something
she did regarding my education, and this is a long and complex story
that later on in adult life was checked out and 4 the most part,
totally verified. About the interaction last night, Sarah Karge was
in it, and some of Nina Soifer’s best friends, as well as a
strange Hispanic male about 25 years of age, and his girlfriend.
There was no changing or rearranging this ‘dream’. But I knew I
was in a [DREAM]. There was a strange lady who came out of the sea
and said some strange things 2 a lifeguard in ACNJUSAESMWG, and
within my earshot, and his. I have no memory of his name, but he was
a very good friend of mine in this interaction, this fact *I was
totally aware of. I will end this all though we could exchange many
more things that occurred and detail many wild things, but
basically, I ended up at the Teck Bay Mystery School with a friend
of Gawki, another Mystic-guru-professor there, and Sarah Karge was
being talked about by a dude looking as a human male with
eyeglasses, about five feet six inches or so in height, 175 pounds,
heavy in the middle and typical middle age in build, appearing as
about 45-55 years of age as would B humanly perceived. The point I
have time only now 2 convey, is that these characters were in no way
under my control, I tried, and it does not work. Yet I knew totally
that it was, as U would perceive the reality, A DREAM!!!!!!! The
elevator room or the D-6 is involved in this. As 4 the Lois
Foca 1980
and the Chain 1969 interactions and lucid TTH it must B told that
there R indeed what the church used 2 feel more comfy saying,
demonic spiritual forces and I know it, but the movies amplify and
exaggerate it 2 the point where people say it is ridiculous and
untrue, fiction and entertainment. U all R so wrong, and have doomed
yourselves 2 a hell of super high technology that UR totally able to
get a small clue on at the present time. When I would swim in pools
10-12 years ago using my ‘forward’ ability 2 propel, the kids on
the swim team would say;” look, that is so way cool”. Once, I
went faster than a guy with a buggy board and foot flippers, and
still, it is simply cool. The world would not know spiritual
realities or the re-tracing of the master Messiah if it came up and
bit them straight dead center on the ass. The Millionth Council has
some good entities in it, but one third of them R called the
Briggers, they own our business world and Wall Street, and some
secret sects and cults in Japan; know of this tucked away secret
reality. It got Dark Shadows put off the air, the whole Sky Rumson
thing, none of this is fictional, and this world soon will BURN
FOREVER IN INFITE ETERNAL HELL, and won’t even B aware of it.
Amazing but true, and the gods do not totally believe some of what I
say, but I know the truth.
The
only thing real is void infinity. The only thing going on outside it
in a wild cosmic dream, is EXPLORATRONICS.
But someone went BACK THROUGH TIME half a dozen years, and began
getting powerful followings on the net, using this word. Whoever
reads my blogs, they all are MILITUFORCE, and so this project will
be ending, I am not banging the walls for your amusement any longer,
great and powerful misses Maroloz from 1969. My head and hands are
bleeding enough now, and I do not want my renters beyond the locked
door at the end of the Flower-wing, to get too dam excited. IT'S
TIME, Mister fucking McNulty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday,
October 25, 2007
is
like any other day in the annals of fucking time in this creation,
just another date, and for me, another LIFE-RAPE. ONE OF MANY, and
then, I had many regular rapes as well, as an adolescent. Keep
messing with me and my health and my property, MICK-GWIRE and
others,
and a HUGE
GIGANTIC FUCKING-DEATH
is
awaiting you, mother fucking prick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You
are PURE FUCKING EVIL, YOU ROTTEN SCUM BAG. You
SENT
ME A MIND HACK, and a MACHINE HACK,
AND
I WILL PERSONALLY MOTHER FUCKING CUT YOUR
IRISH
THROAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
On
top of this, a major HOSTILITY-HOLOGRAM IS ALSO ALL AROUND ME TODAY,
WITH THE EXCEPTION OF ONE VERY NICE NABE OF MINE, AND IT MAY BE
CONNECTED TO MY DEATH PUNISHMENT, AS WE EXCHANGED SOME INTERESTING
INFORMATION EARLIER ON, and that's all anybody needs to know other
than for this, to tie it all totally together in a nice juicy and
stinky disgusting garbage bag, that it all belongs in aniwho!
Without getting into specifics and placing another life in extreme
mother fucking danger, let me say that around the turn of the
century, despite meeting my very first family member for the first
time, half a dozen years back in Deptford, New Jersey; and
interestingly enough; the same general fucking area where the AME
Church was located and maybe still is, where one member
of the congregation was a very close friend to the father of the
queen of disco herself, Donna Summer, and of course, I am speaking
of the great cool dude and Building Maintenance Company owner like
my pal Bernard Derakowski back in 1981 and 1982, but I am a total
believer in having major respect for what was in the fictional
television script on the voted by viewers number one choice in
original STAR TREK shows, titled, “City on the Edge of Forever”,
as indeed, there are eddies and currents, and backwash systems that
run not only through time's D-4, but most towel definitely, wet and
dry, through, no puns but speaking of and give me a break Marge
Barge Leo, YO; but also that run through hyperspace's D-5. Now
according to Gawky Gaukauk, time should be D-4 and is, but
hyper-space, Mizz McCoo, is D-5, but interestingly enough, the
majority of users of the word HYPERSPAVE, do in fact break it up
into two words, and hyphenate it, you know HYPER SPACE, each word
indeed containing 5 letters, as TIME contains 4, more fascinating
shit from the annals of the great and powerful OZCAT, speaking of
what got said before all fucking cunt eating hell broke out with
this siege, although even this is a tad bit off of the total mark of
truth, and let me explain just why, my good believers out there, YO!
The day is starting out real nasty for me. I had horrible nightmares
all night long, except for being with ISIS for a short while as she
met me in a parallel universe, coming to me as an incredibly
beautiful young tall dark haired girl, but so many bad things were
all around me, and again, people were trying to get me put into
jail. This has been going on since 1977 when these nightmares all
began about going to jail. I've never ever been in jail, and this
totally fucking sucks. Now
this little paste in is no hack or accident folks. Things did not
start in this waking world with the hell around me once I left my
apartment. It began with a second mother fucking night of major ALL
FUCKING NIGHT-MARES!
Only
the dam ass Vatican, really understands
MORIANITY, and even they are smart enough to keep their
mouths shut!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAJOR
DEATH ANDROID/ANGEL ATTACKS ALL OVER ME!!!!!
Some
really fascinating things are going on all over the hyperspace. As
my pal, Bob McDowell said so frequently late in 1972, ''very
interesting''. WEEEEEEEEEEEE.
There
is no such thing as BLANK ART. I cannot
say this enough, nor stress this truth, ENOUGH!!!!!!!! This doesn't
just mean art that is created for the sake of being art, either. All
things, no exceptions; it is all
in a perfect synchronicity, just as the great genius James Redfield,
claimed all along, back in the nineteen-nineties. WHAAA!
MORIANITY
may
have
been
a complete fucking failure; but I will trudge along, endlessly; I
promise, WOMO!!
***555555555555555555555555***
FEBRUARY
27, 2014,
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 12:46,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 68 DEGREES FNHT.
THIS
IS JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE NUMBER
25,723, IN
EQUIVALENT.
I
just left a parallel universe where a gigantic storm had struck
again, and it has here in this one as well, WHAAAAAA-BIT!!!!
But
as far as coincidences and the great mighty mind of author James
Redfield; wow and double wow, a lot of powerful things are getting
clearer and clearer and clearer all the time, lovely INGRID from
1984. Lakehouse Rock Chucking Neck Grabbing Nick, for one thing. My
early ohm-9-blogs discuss this powerful experience that I had in a
transdimensional altered universe from here, or as you might say it,
in my wild ass dream. The problem is that everything is a dream, and
until my message regarding that, gets across to this puny little
planet, well, that's all folks, huh Walter Wars? You know, dead or
alive, we 'paramedics of transdimensional hyperspace need to stick
together, WHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
I
really enjoyed the History-2 Channel shows tonight after an hour
with Judge Judy, followed by an hour with L&O-CI. 'MY'
LAKEHOUSE, not hardly?????? But MI's LAKEHOUSE, now that's a
Gozzwald-Horse of a totally different grayish
color!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hopefully, I'll be able
to get a Google Map to show me every single large million dollar
plus lake-house on the American side of Lake MI, right Mister Walker
and all postal workers, and giant ESS girls from the
''future''????????????????
NOTHING
JUST HAPPENS, NOTHING IS RANDOM, AND STORIES DO INDEED, MISTER MCCOY
AND MISTER MCCLARIN, TELL THEMSELVES. HOW GOOD WE ALL ARE OR BECOME,
AT INTERPRETING THEM, WELL, SHEEEEEEEEIT, THAT IS ANOTHER OF THOSE
GOZZWALD HORSES,
ALL TOGETHER, WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Thank
you very much, for your note and message to me, Sir Seabottom. I
apologize for thinking you may have been my old ex bizz partner, but
wild things are going on with me right now, and who can I trust
anymore, and who is on the level? Anyway, thank you for being kind
enough to reply and give me the news, I do not turn away from truths
or bad news, I always welcome it. I am probably one of ''reality's''
biggest fans. I need it, and feel extremely disconnected to
everything, without trying desperately, to attach myself always to
it. Never be worried about telling me you cannot do something, I was
just a bit concerned when so much time went by, but have come to
realize that all of us live in our own bubble, with all things, and
even our perceptions with time and its interaction with us in our
lives. Take any ten peeps and put them in a timeless environment
like a casino where for example, they intentionally do not let you
see the outside or display any clocks. Take this test experiment to
the level of having these subjects stay in a timeless world for 3
days, then 3 weeks, then 3 months, and watch the variances between
the average subject's time perception, widen and widen. 20 years,
some would swear was only 5, while others would swear it was 35.
This is truth, my friend. I will never stop talking to you about
ICPE, this is a major part of my HELL, and has been since August 15,
1986, when lots of really strange crap all started for me and around
me, like a cosmic switch was activated, once and for all. It is
merely intentionally making a person's life good or bad, blessing or
cursing them if you will, if you have this much power to accomplish
such things, and we all know the fortune 500 does; and I claim that
they learn about how blessing as well as cursing certain TEST
SUBJECTS, here we go again with that term Mister Redfield and
Seabottom; but yes, they come to learn that hurting bobby and
blessing Sally brings more folks to the Disney Theme park annually.
So if you can take advantage of this teck, and have no worries about
your demonic activities being discovered, exposed, and anyone held
accountable in such unfathomable sounding nonsense, then this indeed
gives these bastard pricks a FREE LICENSE to injure and kill, and
yes, even to suddenly bless, certain people. Most things big, REALLY
BIG, bad or good, are NOT ACCIDENTS, not since the late seventies
and into more advanced times, with this powerful tool and weapon,
the ICPE!!!!!!!!!!!! Talk
about wanting to fucking wash your hands, at any height; David
Deezy, and the Hip Hop Rap Gangster Thug World!!!!! Hay, I don't
judge, I just try to do my best to stay away, but as Channel 116 of
South Central Eastern Florida Comcast History-2 Channel put it last
night; CONTACT IS MADE, AND IT IS FINAL, AND IT IS FAMILY ORIENTED.
What they do not know or understand, is anything about the ESS. This
is not a bunch of aliens from distant expansion points that access
wormholes or any other silliness. This is all EXPLORATRONS of the
TYPE-3 advanced section, and nothing is being done for good or for
bad, but merely all is a huge GAME, and this is to distract those
who know, that there is no way to ever reach oblivion,
''NIRVANA''!!!!
THE
WEATHER BUG,
In
Partnership With
And
this blogger may be contacted through:
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Fort Pierce, FL 34945
GINA,
GINA, GINA, GINA, YOU KNOW IT GIRL,
BECAUSE I
TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!
And
now I get to tell others, like my pal, SEABOTTOM!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
the gods, when folks want to be endless Missourian's, they will
never make good Michigan's.
What
I never did get around to telling you, lovely giant Gina Queen; is
about the Exploratronic Supermind
(ES), as this was not what you and I were there with each other to
do. Two powerful things will be discussed as we get into and past
the journal cassette tape numbers 15710, and well into the 15
thousand seven hundred teens, and not teen queens, or good old shows
on television. I have my eye on you Robert McGuire, the one you
didn't injure yet, see you in court you PRICK that could rhyme out
in at least two other ways that come to mind at the moment, big
guy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know all about you, and all the
horrible crap you ever did. YIP!
As
with any good football game, where a team is planning to win and not
just suit up for the fun of it; both offensive, and defensive ball
needs to be played. So what is poor old Mountainpen talking about
with all of this horse shit; I am quite sure that many by now, are
asking themselves, as they must also do quite a bit. I'll frikkin'
enlighten you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Recently my left eye
is all fucked up. Things normally get better for me no matter what
happens, as did that other odd condition with the fowl nasal aroma.
I have had all ten toes cut off in a printing shop accident decades
ago, and they grew back, and I thought that toes did grow back,
until I was told they do not. If this is a permanent uncorrectable
impish damage, you will be sued, as I have major evidence against
you. YIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
going on the offensive, means that you are planning on going into
one of your other dreaming-selves in the vast hyperspace; and
dominate them without them being privy to it. They do not go
unconscious, but merely begin doing some things that they later say
to themselves, gee what made me act that way, why did I say, or do;
such and such a thing? Ever been there? Say no, and I'll say, ''You
liar''! Then for all of you football and gladiator fans, of the
yesterday ghost inside of all of us, huh Demi Sevensign Moore; there
is the other side of this ESS hyperspace exploration coin, the
defensive. This is learning while here and awake, to recognize, when
one of your more advanced hyperspace doubles or doppelgangers, is
trying to work their magic on you. After-all, of course this is
going to work two ways and in two directions. What fucking road only
goes one way? One way streets are a traffic command for vehicles to
drive one way or THE OTHER WAY, still, there are two ways, or
directions, there is no ONE WAY STREET, merely streets where the law
makes it legal to only drive in one direction. Get any of this huge
shit yet, when I put it in parables and short illustrations, as did
my 61st grand father's Uncle Jesus Carpenter, quite a
while back, altering the history of this planet, ultra huge time,
YO? I have given detailed instructions for using the great
FASCITAR-6-10, plus the lost secret art of the waking freeze,
getting past the horrendous fear of it, and willing yourself
anywhere you want to be, so you can see for yourself that without
any doubt, there is not just this life that you all are living in
this so-called fucking ''here and now''. I will be repeating this
again for those who still do not know how to properly archive it in
my blogs of old. Just wait a few blogs down the non Academy Road.
That made a terrific song in many parallel universes, and soon, I
will give the blog, the words to this song in many universes that I
have recently visited my doppelganger in who is awake there. But
there is more to Morianity, than Fascitar, and Sarah Krassle, and
the truth of the hyperspace and beyond. It cannot be grasped or
spoken. I can tell it over and over and over and over. It will not
matter. Closed minds will filter it out like any good filter,
whether this be in your audio high end apparatus, your car system,
your heat or AC systems, and on and on. Only an individual person
can decide to wake up TWICE one morning. First, when they wake, and
then wake again, by stopping the blocking that is being done by
powerful ASTRAL GODS, ALIENS, DEMONS/ANGELS, the names and labels
are as meaningless as a pile of huge fucking bullshit. They are, and
always were and will be, those who are part of a very super secret
society known as the ESS, or Exploratronic Supermind society. This
will be further discussed, but unless a person wants to believe,
they will remain asleep to the powerful reality and truth of this
cosmos and their exact place within it. Nothing is real, it never
was or ever will it be. All that can exist if you really think hard
on it, is NOTHING, so indeed, NOTHING EXISTS, and we are just all a
part of that NOTHING. But there is a way to dream out and away from
this, into powerful interactions/dreams/lives that seem very real.
We are not really in them, we are just in the VOID. Most cannot
handle a small part of TRUTH, and just call me crazy, as they did
Jesus and so many others.
All
I ever wanted is your happiness,
MY, since 1980!!!!
A
man is miserable if his kids are not content;
WHAT
IS HELL?
Only
a handful of quantum physicists who have no time to learn of me or
my life and read my blogs, would understand them. Those who read
them just think I am a total nut case. This is the typical way of
the world, even for most people of the non HUNTINGTON CURSED
majority. Still, in case a time ever arrives, where someone who
knows what I am speaking about in all of these blogs, is indeed up
here reading any of this stuff, hay, how are you doing? Hope however
that is, it is better than I am doing, at least.
Yesterday
around three in the afternoon, an hour before Wall Street closed up
at four, the persecution with noise, began, first around just past
three, and then again at around just past the half past three era.
Anyone can see on the charts, only they change with the magic of the
light weight mostly invisible leprechauns; but if you read this and
can get a DOW JONES chart for the day of Tuesday, February 25, 2014,
anyone can see how they began harassing me at critical times to try
and keep it from dropping, only it does not always work, first with
neighbor doors, and later with offensive obnoxious loud ugly
thumping 'music'.
FEBRUARY
26, 2014,
WEDNESDAY
MORNING AT 12:22,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 64 DEGREES FNHT.
THIS
IS JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE NUMBER
25,722, IN
EQUIVALENT.
A
DOUBTER WOULD BELIEVE A MAN CAN WALK ON THE WATER, BEFORE BELIEVING
THIS!
I
just left a parallel universe, where I printed up several varying
versions of this sentence, just as I am still doing, Dorothy
Twisters. Without a spinning house in a wild funnel of winds, we all
do just as the great Judy Garland did in that wonderful original
television production. With or without hyperspace wizards, this is
done by all of us, all the time, not only by sleeping and waking and
then repeating that endless womb to tomb cycle; but even while awake
and asleep, we continually slightly alter in the tinyest and
unmeasurable atomic frequency that makes us agree or not agree with
the rest of atomic cosmos around us. If we go off by a hair, we move
into a parallel reality that also matches us by being that same hair
off. Still, those who understand some really powerful secrets, know
that meditations are intentionally done that can intentionally place
us into other words in hyperspace, and even though different
verbiage may have been used in those great books in the late
nineties, by the mighty father of the New Age Movement or NAM,
Mister Carlos Castaneda; just read these books he wrote, and see how
basically, we are on the very same page, no pen meant, I assure you,
but interesting, huh Mister Berra. There is no such thing as
blank-art. You cannot reach randomness and anyone who ever does or
says anything, or paints pictures, writes music, books, whatever;
they can try until doomsday, but the secret is beyond powerful. That
being, that there is no blank art. No matter who does or says what,
examine it and the stories get told. Many who totally are aware of
this truth, just try and hide in a proverbial cave and wait out
their deaths. Stupid move, there is no death. Your one little dream
in four and five dimensions exists, as do all of your others, and
your real true essence that is you, that escaped the void infinity,
lives on the Astral-Plane. This is a super over simplified lesson in
truth, but there it is anyway, L-4. I also left a parallel world
where I woke up and got into my car and drove to the beach and sat
down, and along came a lovely goddess who fell madly in love with
me, and I ave a new wonderful girlfriend, making both Gina and Helen
Zeb in comparison, look like a bucket of rocks; to quote the Law &
Order people. Of course, I crashed and died in others, and millions
of various possible things happened in still countless multiples of
others. 'That's life', did you say; casino 'urinator-Frankie'?
Well, I'll agree, if you say, 'that's lives'.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!
Thank
you for doing whatever you did, to make things better for a while,
old pal, Mister McDowell. I am sure only Microsucks
Corporation knows what is 'groping on', as they
might say, one rapist to another, in a daily joke. Don't think I
have not been raped, and molested, and abused, not once, but on five
different occasions while in adolescence. Talk about wanting to
fucking wash your hands, at any height; David Deezy, and the Hip Hop
Rap Gangster Thug World!!!!!!!!!! But more than Microsoft is going
down in this rotten dirty mess. All the communication and media
giants know my entire story. Oh sure, ''I'm haunted'', right
miniature 'Incredible Hulk' RPL employee, from late 1979? I would
come in to work nights and he was a day shift employee, and I would
tell him that I already know what was being planned here with me,
when they were up to something that in some way involved me. He was
huge with muscles that had muscles of their own, yet this huge dude,
looked at my big fat flabby ass with a fear that cannot be properly
expressed with words. You really would have had to see this fear in
his eyes and on his face, for yourselves, great cyber-folks, to
fully appreciate the entire situation. This man had underwear that I
do not think I would have wanted to have my nose too close to at
that exact point in time, Senator Watergate, six years later in
time-point. Wayne Rigsby has a home in New Jersey, about five miles
from engineer Ryan's family, up in Jersey, in some weird parallel
universe. About 16 months ago, give or take some days or weeks,
something huge happened in this universe, leading me to not be able
to record any longer at Avalon Recording Studio, and it all was
suddenly changed, and the old reality was gone with the winds of
Tara, and Okeechobee, and all her children, on ABC, in the very
early 1970's. This is going to get hairy, and my daughter may just
come to me tonight and really kick, the hot living crap out of me,
in her great city of SDK, in her true form as Sarah-Stacey Jehovah
Krassle. Anyway, Mister Rigsby was a real police officer, not an
actor, in this other parallel universe, or in this wild and
extremely vivid dreaming experience some time back; and for the life
of me, I just could not make hide nor Donna-Hair of the reasoning
for me to be having this experience in any nearby localized parallel
reality. Oh Professor Kaku sir, I pray to the gods of
Phase-2-Reality, you are with me here, but hold on, you might do a
LOBO and fall of your 1974 chair, sir, without any help from a blond
that would knock any red blooded male's socks off, Diana Arteemis,
songs or no songs!
YIP
YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP AND YIPPIR FOLKS; this is going to get
very ugly and very hairy. Miss Blake, if you have not retired from
AT&T and have made a career out of your job there since I knew
you from the year of 1983; well, listen up should be some remote
chance, you too are reading along here. Lions, tigers, bears, or
double tigers, all notwithstanding; Miss Blake was the lady in 1983
at the AT&T Annoyance Caller Bureau, in New Jersey. For over 70
times, one of my creditors from Illinois, where Paula Somnambulist
Kings' folks all hail from in her true name-identity; and this
creditor calls me and a young voice speaks and says, ''YIP''. That
is all, just this. It has gone on now for 4 or more months, and is
just like the winter and spring time in Atco, New Jersey. There
would be no reason for them to do this. They either would be trying
to call and collect their debt from me and leave me normal creditor
messages, or whatever, but they would not be doing this YIP YIP YIP
stuff for four plus months and 70+ times. Well, I spent a few hours
before going to sleep yesterday, discussing this with Gawky Gaukauk.
Folks, anyone can legally buy the debts of another, and I have a lot
of debts, as you know well, from running away from the great mighty
KING FAMILY late in 2009, to come here to Sunny South Central
Florida. Companies buy each other out, debt and collection companies
sell debts back and forth, and even sell their entire companies, and
all of this is old news for anyone who knows about basic new age
business of the past 50-100 years or so. You purchase a home and get
a mortgage with the Bank of Dogpoopers, and in 6 short months, the
homeowner receives a letter that his or her mortgage had been sold
to the Sticky Wicky Airglue Corporation clear across the country.
You still pay your nut crack each month, just sending your envelope
payment to another address. Miss Blake, and all lovely cats and
tigers, and Mister Rambo's and ROBO Cops everywhere; from the Dave
Roth Red Odd Black Odd comedian club of 1985 or early 1986
somewhere; straight to the present moment at Shoebox Tablet High
School, of hammer-men, all screaming and damming their bosses. A
child can see that my funny funny funny Ingrid Sheila Hamburgerhair
situation, is anything but, just as Sheila said at the edge of
Central Park that night, supposedly in 1968, with or without Donna's
great prophecy or her two dollar return fee from Angela and other
motorcyclist friends of this ESS wild group from the gates of
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay, if my kid wants to buy out my
creditors, fine. Who ever thought I would end up owing a few
thousand dollars to the top female pop diva of all times? If
Morianity wasn't one hell of a dam wild tale before, it sure as shit
is now, Wayne Badass Father Rigsby. That great show, ''The
Mentalist'', and the episode where Rigsby gets into that fistfight
with his father, is what is being discussed here, in this haunted
hulked out, non 1979 RPL STUDIO nightmare of wild nearby houses,
monster chemtrails, and three open reel tapes; and all nearby an old
Camden City Park where Big Brother from the BBO John Red Henningsen,
and myself, used to launch rockets we put together from a nearby
novelty shop. (Big Brothers Organization) In my day it was only a
boys club and had big brothers for boys, later on it developed into
the more current time system of the Boys and Girls Club, where both
big sisters and big brothers are there for both the genders that are
in need of a mentor. This is a wild feeling, to think I legally owe
my daughter a few thousand dollars right now, very very very
awkward, Ingrid. Still, this is not orange box teck here, this is a
buy out, and if you remember from that great show, TM, when the
fistfight was just shy of starting and Rigsby was already in his
dad's home, he had burned his whole stash of illegal cigarettes, as
he was making money buy purchasing them in a state without a
sales-tax, and illegally bringing them into California, in the show,
and as he walked in the house, he saw his son burning the entire
stash, and said to him, ''Did you burn my whole stash boy'', and the
CBI Agent Rigsby said right back to him, ''YIP''.
If you rearrange the roles of him and his criminal father, and me
and my wonderful can't live without her awesome daughter; you will
see this is beyond the Yogi Berra pale of accepting happenstance
things and dismissing them. No sir, ''It's just too coincidental, to
be a coincidence''. Yes sir, I agree with you wholeheartedly, Yogi
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YIP—YIP--YIP--YIP--YIP--YIP--WAYNE
RIGSBY, SIR BULB!!
MESSAGE
TO MYSELF IN THE FUTURE, TAKE THE ADVICE OF RODNEY DANGERFIELD THAT
DAY WHEN HE WILL CALL YOUR FRIEND BRAD'S APARTMENT ON THE TELEPHONE,
WHEN 1969 RUNS AROUND AGAIN. STAY AWAY FROM THE SHORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ALSO MARK, ''You
exist. Time is pure illusion''
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