If
anyone could find me
lovely
PEE;
from the
HARBORFIELDS
DETENTION CENTER,
it
was you. I am not on
the fence
about that any longer. Not even with great
LOIS FOCA revelations from 2008 and 2014
from
Diana, the Goddess of the moon and Earth Lightning!
TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS
are people who are dreaming. They have a body asleep in a bed, the
same as you and me, I promise you this is the truth!
Mister
Data Android's friend, Sarjenka, from the TNG-Star Trek TV show,
Do
I hear another W-O-W?
Do
I hear another W-O-W?
Do
I hear another W-O-W?
Do
I hear another W-O-W?
Do
I hear another W-O-W?
Or
will I need to wait 500 years, Donna Gaines and Whoopee Gynan?
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.
As
Bob Chabot said in 1981, is there any excuse 4U? Signed, Da'
Mountainpen, TEE-HEE-HEE!!!
Florida
Attorney
General
Pam
Bondi
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MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3
ICPISTMCMM,
CHAPTER 00043-A/B
THIS
IS 00043-B. CHAPTER 00043-A WAS ONE AND THE SAME WITH THE PREVIOUS
SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY.
OCTOBER
11, 2014,
SATURDAY
AFTERNOON AT 2:51
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 87 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 67%, IT FEELS 95 DEGREES
DAILY
TEMPERATURE RANGE SO FAR, (H-87/L-69)
While
entering a deep trance and speaking to lightning over a telephone
that is off hook, connected into a lightning ball machine sold once
at any Radio Shack; she began speaking through me and telling me
things, that have all led to the great television commercial with
the chess game and the toy soldier with the dead battery who plops
over onto the chessboard, dead; and the one with the correct battery,
according to the advertiser at least, screamed out, “NOOOOOOOO”
as he obviously was winning the chess game that they had been playing
over some time, as many chess games are. To
this day I remember a Monopoly game my parents and I played
at age nine, in Westmont, New Jersey, and it went on a good week, I
had one million dollars, my mom had a mill and a half, and my cad had
a mighty 2-mill. We had to go to the local fun and play store to
purchase bags of additional fake game money. My point however is not
games, money, or my parents at age nine back while I attended the
James Stoy Elementary School. It is however, goddess forbid, about
fences, strong girls named Venka from Switzerland back in time, and
fences 25 years after an original item pertaining to fences, how
inescapable that '25' number is, as in 134-25, but that simply, to
put it Dawn Ping style, IS WHAT IT IS.
Over
13,000 years ago, I lived here as Kane, the first person to be born
in the Okateesh-98 experiment, as Sarah Krassle classifies it in her
great Hall of Records, in her great capitol city of the Astral Plane;
SAHASRA DAL KANWAL. One day, as I had on countless occasions before,
was walking towards the northeast corner gate of a lovely garden,
with a structure out beyond it that generated great winds, and when
SSJK came to this world in dreams, she lived in that structure, quite
palatial in architecture, and I believe it was made of solid pure
gold, where every ounce of gold in this world was all gathered and
formed to make this place, sort of as easy for SSJK as for me to type
the next letter onto this document, maybe even easier. While walking,
I saw her on the other side of this great fence, three feet high give
or take, lovely to the eyes, yet had a formidable field of some kind
to avoid ''crossovers''. Today, I believe this is what
middle-westerners in America, would call, an 'electric fence', to
keep their cattle in check inside particular areas of their ranches.
When I was a boy living in Quakertown, Pennsylvania, USA, I had a
nice little experience with one of these while with my mom walking
some place my dad had driven us, always connected somehow with Fisher
and his dam Florida treasure. Still, without getting thrown off of my
point here any further, let me do a 1988 MTV ad spot copy, Miss Lee
nails for teens, and 'PRESS ON', before the Beetlejuices swallow me
up into all the conglomeration of horror flicks.
I
for whatever reasons once, while on my side of this great fence, upon
seeing this awesome teen goddess, who normally appears 16 years old,
and who had shown up mid twentyish and somewhat different; I asked
her what she was doing as she appeared to be quite intent about
something, while walking from the pneumatic structure, towards the
fence and also in the direction of my path on my side, and I spoke to
her and got the reply, “I am going to destroy the world”. I got
scared as shit, and said back to her, “Please don't do this thing,
GREAT SARAH KRASSLE, Almighty Goddess, please”. She stopped, turned
and faced me directly, smiled, and spoke softly to me but clear as a
bell, and she said, “Because you loved Diana, I will spare the
world for a while”. Then she was gone, and I awoke as you mortal
world human types would insist on saying, into the life I was living
in 1997, at the death house in Somerdale, New Jersey. But Diana, who
I loved, and still do by the way, and she and SSJK are all one and
same GODDESS in three personalities, but she told me last night in
another trance, as she did in 2008 with the great “IT WILL BE TOO
LATE” message, that there was another fence up in New York 25 years
before 1997, and there I was in bed, doing another NOOOOOOOOO, and by
now, I could be a great stand in for emergency, if the battery
company needs to make more television commercials, after-all; I have
a lot of experience, dating back to 1969 and anti-pollution
commercials, “Ziggy, Ziggy hello”, and along those line, you all
know, don't play dead, kammaan!!!!! Say it like a good Yorker, YO!
Most
of you know the details of the dog walking cousins, the road trip my
Aunt Ruth took me on while visiting her along with my mom, and that
fence where just down the block;
my daughter was again, on the one side, and I was on the other side;
only I did not stay on the other side. There was no electricity to
prevent me from crawling through a small area in it, and she insisted
I do this and I did for the gods only know what reason, as
I could have had a criminal trespass record,
as no judge wants to hear I was obeying an insisting 2 year old
toddler. Still, she had taken me to an area very brightly lit up, a
strange hall way half like a walk in closet and half like only the
gods know what, and began showing me how she could control a ball of
lightning in her hand, until Colaman caught her, and hit her, and I
remember wanting to murder the fuckiGN bastard for hitting a little
toddler, and am glad I did not go that route, as that would have led
to even worse juice related things, from the great council, th
winding roads that twist, called
number 9,
back in wonderful marvelous 1997. But my question to a lot of folks
now is, which is more twisted, Route
9 through Pleasantville, New Jersey;
Andy Lichtenstein, Bobby Witherspoon, and Ann Reese; or this fence of
the electrical-27-goddess.
In any event, the cosmos knows that I will always love the great
SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, throughout or better put, in FOREVER,
our love never began, and it never will end, but still, these games
of hers, the gods know I wish she was not really endlessly sixteen.
It really wears on aging flesh, huh Moses, old bud???????????????????
WOW, he knew, excuse me, HE KNOWS, hay © Yellow Sheet lady, “I
KNOOW”.
Wasn't she absolutely fuckiGN adorable???????????????
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
Like
Boo.
Where
art thou?
SO
IS IT WALL STREET, OR DORNEY
PARK, PENNSYLVANIA, OR WILDWOOD, NEW
JERSEY'S 'MILE-HIGH' IN 2030, JEEEEEEEEEZ LOVELY TWINBAY AND
SURFER FONTY AND CAR KICKER DESTROYER SHANNON OF BRENDA-90210, LIKE
MACY SUPER WOW???? OR MAYBE
CATS ARE CHASING ME
OVER FENCES, WHO CAN KNOW?
LFLD,
and like Wall Street, gash golly, what a roller coaster, YO!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
ROB ANDREWS AND MCNULTY
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