This
one is just going to tell it quick and simple, short and sweet, so
don't expect to laugh, cry, or a bunch of flowery or nasty adjectives
or wow's or bro's and all of that. But I do have a couple of quick
facts to get off my chest, then I can try at least to get some mother
freaking sleep for the night, the key word being TRY!
The
blogs have gone back to the south lands for the most part, and no
matter, my safety box at the bank will be ready in 30 days, and
someone or some thing did not want that particular piece of
information typed out to the world, as I am going to have to break
for a diareah health attack. They struck hard and fast as I am
telling you all that these blogs will indeed be soon wrapping up for
good. I will not take them down. Even my shit of Facebook, all though
I tried to close it down, will always be somewhere, right Alex Jones
and Sir Orwell. Well I cannot speak for Mister Jones, other than
maybe for what Billy Paul and some distant cousin perhaps had going
on right around forty years back in time, and frankly, Congressman, I
don't even care, sir.
JOURNAL
TAPE NUMBER EQUIVELANT 25,771
FLORIDA
ATTORNEY GENERAL, PAM BONDI
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
I
had another pal from school, not just Jerry Heitzmann and Bob
McDowell, but Bruce Pennock. Very soon, a lot of wild stuff will be
told about this, but first, something that sort of fits and sort of
doesn't yet makes a powerful point, is going to be talked about just
a little bit, good peeps. This is a surreal and way beyond
unbelievable tale unless you knew the entire story that spans no
human lifetime, but rather, somewhere to round shit off folks, at
about ten freaking thousand years. This is only part of the story and
the equation, but this time period is important for you to keep in
mind. Just as SSJK has powerful numbers that mean a lot to her in her
world, I too have the same, only they are different numbers, but
still they mean quite a bit to me, in my world.
APRIL
6, 2014,
SUNDAY
MORNING AT 12:51
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 71 DEGREES FNHT.
DEAR
DIARY JOURNAL:
I
AM VERY TIRED OF TELLING THE TRUTH AND BEING CALLED A FUCKING ROTTEN
LIAR BY THE CRAWFORD CLUB OF BIRCH BEER,
AND
THE COLD SNOWY BLACK HEARTED HYPOCRITES LIKE JAMES T. BURRRRRR.
NO FREEDOM FIGHTER ON THIS PLANET CAN CALL MISTER NO-SHOVEL A
TRAITOR, NOT WITH A STRAIGHT FACE. United
States freaking constitution
actually instructed this man, who now, in or out of love; resides
in great Mother Russia;
to do what he did. It
also instructs the rest of us
pathetic wimpy wussy cowards to do similar things, only none of us
have the cunt lapping balls!!!! John Henningsen knows perfectly how
the next sentence could read, in or out of the great COLOR-RED state,
huh too late, Mister Likesemyoung Denver
Godtalker????????????????????????????
A
week ago or less, a story was all over the local media in my area,
and as if they knew I would eventually jump on this to vindicate my
own reputation in similar matters, they very quickly ended the story,
unlike so many others such as when Mister Beiber came to the area and
raised a ruckus and went to jail for a while, like Boo. What happened
quite simply put, was a young college man wanted to buy sex from some
homeless teen girl, who killed him with her bare hands when he did
not pay her. The details to the story are totally irrelevant to my
point for today. He was small and she was a big strong girl, who
punched him in his throat and then when he fell helplessly to the
ground, she put her knee on his throat while he chocked to death. He
begged Campus Security for help and they were too scared to do much
except run and get help, pretty much what I would have to do wh who
am I to speak here? Anyway, when the authorities got back, the poor
little dude was dead and gone, at the hands of this wild teen girl.
No weapon was used in this killing, other than her powerful body.
Whenever I tell things to people that resembles a story like this, be
it my rape in the summer of 1969, or just how I love to say back to a
TV set when the Lipator Medication commercial comes on, in a joking
way, as it ryhmes; “jip-a-whore”. Then I say after saying this,
“There's no whore you want to jip if you know what is good for
you”. In truth, I have arm wrestled a lot of the women in my life,
to quote Bob Cheatley Patterson, and won only a couple times out of
many tries. I have very weak arms, and street girls are very strong,
Ann King used to call it, “JAIL STRENGTH”. She may have something
there, to quote 3-Stooge, mister Moe Howard! Still, I am tired of
being laughed at, and then a story breaks that vindicates all the
shiot I fucking talk about and get laughed at for saying, and instead
of anyone ever coming back tyo me and saying, wo, hay Mark,
bla-bla-bla, no, fuck me, I don't matter worth a shit tio this mother
fucking ass world, do I Mister SNOWED-IN and Mister ALEX JONES?
Sarah
didn't want to sweep the sand, instead she wants to own the land.
Well I tried to drown her in the sea and burn the water-tops with
glee, but back she came, against the flam, to carry out her threats
on me. She can do some crazy things, impersonating queens and kings.
But now she lies forever strapped, inside a field that keeps her
trapped. Ralph and Sandy cry the blues, because their queen of hell
must lose. The valve of space and time is gonna' blow her fuse.
©
1983, Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr
This
is only one example. Still both my mom and dad made fun of me all my
life, and never believed me ever just how strong many girls really
are. This world is so sick and fucked up and anyi-reality. Why can't
peeps accept fucking ass reality? If you are 90, you're 90, not 45.
If you're rich, you're rich, and if you're fucking ass dirt poor like
me, then so you are. Mikey insists on being endlessly 29, he is well
into his sixties and looks 75 or more, and lies on his job apps in a
world where anyone from Alex Jones to retard me knows you can't get
away with shit. THEY KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU, THEY WATCH YOU DAY AND
NIGHTM, only I was saying all of this when my blogs started over 8
years agfo, not when this shit with SNOWED-IN Geraldine Shahpals and
other insects and aunts all got famous. But nobody listens to
nobody's and fuckign craxckpots. Erver wonder just FUCKING WHO PUTS
PEEPS LIKE ME ON CRACKPOT LISTS. I know for a fact that WFMU Jason
made a ton of money wiping any chance I ever could have had with my
bogs totally out, as some e-mail he meant to send to a buddy of his,
ended up on my blog, and it was about my blog, and it said, and I
quote, “This is the blog I made a lot of money out in CALI with.
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THANK YOU PEE. You've been out of here for over a year now, come March twenty-ninth; and you found me!!!
NOW
WE HAVE WALKED THE COURSE, AND SEEN HOW THINGS DO NOT MAGICALLY
CHANGE; BUT THAT VIA EXPLORATRONIC DEVELOPMENTS, FIFTH DIMENSIONAL
ENERGY IS WHAT ACTUALLY INTERCHANGES AND FORMS DISPLACEMENTS, IN
SILIMAR WAYS THAT FILLING A BATHTUB UP TOO HIGH WITH WATER, AND
PLACING anyone of significant body weight into that tub, causes ONE
HELL OF A MESSY WET FLOOR. As the lovely girl from Jamaica puts it
in MC's OHM-9 great movie, let's explore this further. Folks, I can
tell you some shit that would make you go as crazy forever as PP's
Jersey associate and Joe Paget my co-security guard, combined. That,
as Jennifer Washburn put it so eloquently, would prove not a whole
lot, so let me just say this, in nice easy lingo. As of this present
second, my belief systems are not complex unless as with anything,
you wish to make it appear as though it is a lot more than it is.
Something has made my life a living hell and it is absolutely
organized, ever since I was a tiny child. This worsened in absolute
and definite stages along the time-line of my life. As things grew
into what they were around the time I was obsessed with locating the
mysterious teenaged girl from my past in Atlantic City, New Jersey;
I needed no convincing from the most powerful ten top peeps on
Planet Earth, that what I was going through was real, and that
psychiatry had nothing to do with shit. Still, Sarah allowed me to
collect disability, and to the world, I had become not only the
crazy nut I always was basically considered to be, but now I was
LEGALLY CERTIFIED. Many things need to be done in this life to
people who find out too many fucking cunt secrets that are total
''NO-NO'' things to be found out. The difference with me on all of
this is something quite fucking mind blowing and breaking. This
entire deal was to get me to become aware, ONE BY ONE BY ONE, of
each and every one of these horrendous dirty big secrets. This way I
could legitimately pile up Earthly and even cosmic enemies, and just
look like to quote the great Doctor Bruce Goldberg, “A NUT”, in
his marvelous untrumpable book from the late nineties, “Time
Travelers From Our Future”. Studying what I wrote in this final
paragraph peeps, will permit you to receive one hell of a huge key
into me, and into Morianity, and for that matter, into the secret
worlds that surround all of us, if nothing else is ever achieved,
maybe you can learn negatively, just as I taught my older wonderful
super daughter MY to do. She knows what I'm talking about, I
promise. If all this does is save you from being me, then my hell on
earth as present-time-me, counts at least for fucking something,
folks! Learn how not to behave at the store, little children, by
observing that screaming little brat that mommy cannot control, and
is taking all of our ears apart at the cash register. Well, as usual
good folks, I know I have more than said enough. To a lot of peeps,
they head scratch and say, “say what, what's being said buttwipe
Mountainpen''? Well, there is still hope for those who have
miraculously graduated from that really one celled mental state. I
hope there are a few out here, neutral, and who indeed have done
just that, hope burns eternal, right lovely luscious Twinbay from
Jersey?????????????????????? Bet you never thought you'd hear that
coming from asshole little me! WOW,
I
did say, Lois Foca 1980,
the
one and only 1980.
Well
I may not be Bob the vampire, TDA, or Roseann either; or even the
retired carpenter from the future, back in 1981; but I knew then, I
was not imagining any of this wild stuff, by pure Yogi Berra
anti-happenstance-logic!!!! WEEEEE!
I
JUST HAD A SYSTEM CRASH AND LOST BLOG NUMBER MOTHER FUCKING 25,769,
SO THAT WILL BE 'A', AND THIS
IS NOW '25,769-B', AND 'A' IS LOST NOW AND
SO 'B' WILL TRY AND COVER WHAT HAPPENED, AND THEN TELL SOME MORE.
BECAUSE OF THIS ATTACK ON ME, WHAT I WILL SAY WILL BE QUITE MAJOR.
IF YOUR ARE FEELING WEAK OR NOT AT 100% OF YOUR NORMAL SELF, SAVE
READING THIS UNTIL LATER ON, PLEASE.
Before
I get into anything, it is two hours after the crash now, and even
though the system-recovery screen tried to help me, it did not, in
case Microsucks Open Office folks are reading this. It said it was
recovered, but only a few sentences were there from a 16 page blog
with three pictures on it originally, so I closed it and let the
document be discarded unsaved. As things keep growing worse for me
with all of these hacks and utility and health screw ups and so much
more, I want to inform you all just so you cannot later deny to
yourself that you indeed heard it right here on these blogs, FIRST.
I am not sorry for the upcoming major events. Humanity brought this
on themselves as they always do, none of us, me included, learns
lessons the easy way. But when they need to be learned, they will be
learned, one way or the other, easy, hard, but they will be learned.
A whole lot of mother fucking people may be dead very soon, and this
is no threat. I merely know some horrible shit that no one can drag
me into a police station and force me to say, as it is not based on
normal every day stuff, and my enemies all know this about me. Just
do not say you were not warned, and do not accuse me of directly
being the bad person in all of this. If you throw enough balls
against the wall, one will eventually come right back into your
face. This is all that I am saying, and it is so very true.
One
of the photo images was a live camera at a Lakewood, New Jersey
intersection. The others were merely local schools around here, for
general interest. As for the Lakewood, New Jersey deal, how I will
always remember that night in the autumn of 1987 while residing in
Woodlynn, New Jersey, just east of Philadelphia by a couple of
miles; when David Roth and I broke down in Paul Tomastik's old piece
of shit Ford that he sold me cheap, and was damaged beyond repair
from the get go making that sound continuously that most of us know,
happen s after a car engine has been run without proper oil for an
extended period. It is like a dweller of your local nursing home.
Sooner or later, and usually sooner, it is bye-bye time, with or
without Betty Roaches Davis and her din-din!!!!!!!!!!!!!! After we
broke down on Route 72 not that many miles west of Long Beach
Island's famous Causeway Bridge of the Ron Jon Surfers club, DUDE;
we walked back to Route-9, or started walking when a man picked us
up in an old truck that was about to also be shortly DOA at some
automobile graveyard. He took us to this Route 9 and 72 where we
then walked just a short ways to a bus stop where a bus line ran
from Lakewood coming from the north, and headed south into Atlantic
City. David made a nasty comment once we boarded, that nobody would
have understood if he had shouted it, it was something that only the
two of us understood, about Lightning Goddess Diana, and disagreed
vehemently about as well. We arrived near the Ceasers Casino, and
from there took a limo back, dropping me off first at my Woodlynn
place that I was renting from Paul Tomastik, as he had several
rental properties along with his own residence where he and his
family resided at that time in Lindenwold, later moving into a huge
manor area on the other side of town, just down the road from where
the heirum of girls in 1999, along with Helen Zebriski, all lived
and whose daughter was married to Sarah Callio's husband's father,
Old Mafioso Martino, of the Sands and Claridge Casinos, and other
hot spots of Atlantic City. None of these things just happened, and
every single thing is a huge PACKMAN thing where I am just a blob
getting the fucking shit out of me by nightmare enemy attackers.
This is all part of a game run by a terribly evil goddess that makes
Mizz DE-VIL without the split hyphen,look quite comparatively
saintly by all means. This game I have recently come to learn has a
powerful name. I know the name of it but this is not the big news
that this blog contains, so don't think it is for a moment, as for
this, we will be going half way around the globe, over to good old
mother RUSSIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But before we GO THERE, in more ways
than one folks, let me tell you the name of this, and it is not
PACMAN-2 or PACKMAN-MOUNTAINPEN, but is called, “GUESS THE NAME OF
THE GUESTS”, VERY CLEVERLY SHOWING THE LETTERS OF 'ESS' IN BOTH
THE WORDS, 'guess' and 'guest'!!!!!
Yes
folks, when this all started with Mister SNOWED-IN, Aunt Geraldine
Supergirl Locator Silverhands Jefferson; in late 1996 somewhere, in
Somerdale, New Jersey, at the DEATH HOUSE at 112 Harvard Avenue; I
caught a powerful thing that VP was quoted in the media as saying
about America, and he did not dare say a lot more but it didn't
freaking go over my head for a single minute. You are so on the
money and so totally correct, Mister P-P, not you Paul. All those
who need to know what is being said here, KNOW WHAT'S GETTING SAID
HERE! Puppets on a string, games of goddesses, and then proof by the
unfolding of powerful global events over the past year. Is a super
fucking cunt eating 'WOW' in
order right about now, MISTER
DANIEL MACKEY, SIR??????????
All
right, let's play this game for a while, lovely
TEEN-QUEEN-SSJKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We already know and
remember or the powerful F-500 and world all know, that indeed,
with or without three cassette tapes placed strategically along a
section of the Atlantic City Boardwalk on the day before Iraq
invaded Kuwait, at the end of the eighties; that, and I quote her in
another human life, “Your friends are in the shop”. IN the SHOP
as in shop and house being
substitutable, or HOUSE-IN, which is about as similar as a good code
would ever be expected to be back in late May of 1969, you get it,
Saddam Hussein, (HUSSEIN), (HOUSE-IN). This was following the
wonderful days of Secretary of State McNamara and the fabulous
sixties and the recent escalation of the Vietnam Undeclared War, not
all that different than the DS/DS OPS before the terrorism all began
as a result, no matter who tells us what, truth is there for any
asshole to know, and I just love the way Mister Forehead put things
that day when the dam media caught it and quoted him, it was
priceless jewels to me, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Moving onward to two
months later at the most, the second great words of wisdom not
spoken by weather bugs or little beetles, or famous bigger Beatles
with long hair and guitars; came SSJKK and her wonderful quotation
of “I'M DARKER THAN YOU ARE”. Something her spirit was carrying
inside of her from a near future life, as anyone who knows her in
this one, totally knows this is so true, and still, I hear my pal
from Russia, and yes, with lots of love, saying that wonderful
thing, and I am truly 'LMAO', computer geeks of planet Earth, and
U2, Mister WOLLLLLLLLLLF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then came some real
powerful words of NOT LETTING IT BE, but other wisdom, on Pearl
Harbor Day, and no, PBHE (Prior Blog Hack or Error), remember that
from 2006-2009, good peeps? First, it was December 6 of 1996, not
1997 as I misspoke on my prior blog, and secondly, my spirit inside
of me already seeing these blogs before blogger dot com had even
started, back in the days of Haddonwood-Highview and 1995 and so on;
must have been confused when Rock Choker Nick took me back to my
high school in 1968, and stranded me there, by taking the special
invention of Zwonko Burr Pratt TPB 1994 © away from me, along with
his pal Mister Boodelia, from the Charm School of Thugs and Amelia,
and other bad things done, and not appreciated; by a lot of us, in
the RIAA;
better known to average peeps, as the music-bizz.
YA'
MISSED ME JANE WEEDSDISEASE!!!
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©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2014
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On Blogger since
January 2006
Profile views –
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IT
TOOK CHRISTIANITY 1,000 YEARS TO CATCH!
No
uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right, by
telling the conductor, that it was U that puked all over. I just
think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at
your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in
Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was
just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who
am I but dog shit? In any event, this is April 6, 2014, not
February 18, 2009, WHAAAAAAAAA!
People
all over the world are living in a totally different world every
second, without even having to do one thing other than persist in
time through that one more second.
HAPPY
BIRTHDAY 3-29-97 MY PEE!!!!!
ISIS-JUPITER
HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE.
ONLY
PROBLEM, I DON'T HAVE ANY, MISTER WILD GLARE EYES BILLY
CROUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
what is the big deal about what President Cool Forehead said, and
also, what Sarah said three times on 10-SC Avenue, only the third
time, it was not the 10-SC Avenue from this world, but was somewhere
else in fifth dimensional hyperspace in a parallel 4-D universe?
Just what is all tied up with Hussein and then her obsession with
lighter verses darker, and then finally, this wild Pack-Mountain-Man
Cosmic-Game, called, “GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”?
Well,
to quote what one of her younger friends said in one of her great
artistic projects of more recent times, spanning a near quarter
century career now, “LET'S EXPLORE THIS”, yes lovely girl from
Jamaica, let us do just that, to quote Christopher Bennett from
2005, at Cifaloglio!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
same project makes no bones about my daughter's fixation on skin
tone, so now that this along with
King
SH's brother
is
out of the way, we will march right into the heart of the matter,
none other than her great game, GTNOTG, almost as in, get it or not,
in or out of all educational deals and other unpleasantrys in or out
of 1972 and 1982.
GUESS
who just fucking
got
me again, as she does every cunt huffing dirt bag day, ladies and
gentlemen; but Jane Shit-Witch-Notfondau!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let
me god dam ass compensate with my fives,
BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Morianity Foundation
This
foundation is the invention of a man who has been the victim of
terrible harrasment for many years, from powerful high profile
people that ruined his life. It is his sincere desire to someday
have a place where people such as myself, can come to to assist them
from any and all persecutions from anyone or group, all within the
laws of the United States and the world. Also, I make it my goal to
somehow escape the Fonda Fives Curse
that this evil witch bitch has me in!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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OH
SHIT, CAPTAIN KIRK,
WHERE'S
OUR FRIEND Gary Mitchell Glareyes Billy
Crouch??????????????????????? Jeese-Louise, SF!
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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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Unchanged,
no 'textnopopping' alterations on original posted text from, the
almighty WFMU RADIO, WOW DANIEL MACKEY, YO!!!!!!!!
I
AM GETTING OUT OF DODGE, CAPTAIN CALLIO, AND SCREW-U!!!!!!!!
ONCE
IN A BLUE MOON, THEY ALL TAKE ''PROPHETS''!
I
TOLD YOU GINA.
IF
SOMEONE WILL JUST MOTHER
FUCKING BELIEVE ME, AND
TAKE ME SERIOUSLY; WE COULD ALL BECOME
FUCKING TWAT ASS TRILLIONAIRES, YO! I am wasting time with pearls
and swine!!!
UP
AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND UP
AND
UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, WHILE I GO KAPLOOEY!
Jupiter,
Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
I
NEED YOU AROUND ME DIANA, MY ENDLESS LOVE!
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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WOW!
DANIEL
MACKEY AND ROBERT MCDOWELL.
Folks,
if nothing else, give me a big fat EEEEEEE for EFFORT; as I have
tried for 60 fucking years, which is a lot more than my fat lazy
fucking father ever did.
YO,
I GET IT,
in or out of 1982. If
and when the great SSJKK gets it in her newest life incarnation,
the entire world will know it in very short
order!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But let us right now further delve into
this wild game of hers good peeps, GTNOTG, soon to come blogs will
tell more!
Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
She
wants me to create this. She also wants me to do other things. None
of these things contradict biblical principles. That is the ultimate
test that Sarah-Stacey
Jehovah
Krassle
holds
HERSELF
to a standard or better said perhaps, a
constant; like the speed that light travels.
Now this game is about guessing
who's who,
and in and of itself, is not all that different by any stretch of
the mind, from an already powerful bunch of games, played all over
this Earth; every single freaking day, for eons. It isn't the game
or even its basic idea that makes it so powerful, just as walking
miles in desert lands and fighting with world leaders and rulers to
free a bunch of fucking idiot peeps long back into time; but rather,
it is just how powerful this great awesome MIDDIE ISISCYLLA truly
is, that makes this unfathomable GTNOTG
GAME,
SO SUPER ASS HUGE.
I will be getting into real powerful details on just how this now is
starting to recently unfold for me, and screw the past 20-40 fucking
years. Look at that as the life before the Apostle Paul was Paul and
was Saul, or before Moses met the bright haired teen-queen behind
the bushes of Roseann Haddon Hills Delaney, and no, not Selaney,
another PBHE, so sahwee, Mister Japanese Ambassador, speaking of
December 7, 1941, or 1996, not the year after that, Haddon Township
High, and all the fascination my old
school seems to hold for the TAWF wild peeps, that
I
also call, as they named themselves silently to me in a summer of
1970 sequence of recurring dreams,
“THAT-FAMILY”.
YEAH, Yancy-DOW, and I am THAT-BOY, and I know all about the
Christmas trees, in or out of movies or lobbies, as well as the
wormholes and the livery stable, mister Sutter. Jesus Christ, Demi
Moore; any birds flying in the house
today?????????????????????????????
BETTER
STILL, DON'T. WE CAN KEEP THIS ALL NICE AND SECRETIVE FOLKS, JUST
YOU AND ME AND A DOG NAMED FLEE, LOW ODD BLACK ODD OLD ROULETTE PAL
FROM THE SIXTIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well
folks, I am in need of some din-din and then it is time to bath and
crash, like my last blog fucking cunt did,
WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If
anyone can
find me PEE,
it is e-bay
genius you. SHE
REALLY FOUND ME FOLKS, AND I AM NOT SAYING ''BOO'' ABOUT THIS; PUN
CITY AND FUN CITY?
DID
SOMEONE JUST GO
'WOW'?
THEY
CANNOT TAKE AWAY MY COOL NIGHT, SO FUCK ALL OF YOU ROTTEN OTAMMITES;
FROM HEREDAHELDA!!!!!!!!
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Following
me, and learning of my errand habits, to the Good-Will; knowing I
look for blank VHS video tapes there, is just one of a trillion
parts of this wild game called GTNOTG. It is extremely complex, yet
President P of R understands the very basic principle that makes it
all work. I just wish the two of my pals would somehow miraculously
whisk me away from here in the middle of some dark misty ass night.
They only think they know the full story of this awesome teen queen
almighty powerful GODDESS.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!
Still, this would all be enough to make James Redfield, the great
father of the NEW AGE, ejaculate right into his freaking shorts
without even looking at some photo of a lovely naked model.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! Yeah, you're learning the powers of
hyperspace, Patrick Jane, slowly but surely. Still, the world where
you sacrificed the show to save a world that continued from the
antique shop almost two years back, that was a place I'll admit that
I would proud and honored to know all of you. I admire heroes and
sacrifice, but at least I got to keep my second fave television
show, upped only by L&O, the greatest show in town, with or
without the verbal permissions or approvals of two named persons,
such as Mashell Daniels, and David Roth. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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