SAGA
OF NON-MUSICAL SONGWRITER MARK MUD, CHAPTER 00017
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Audience |
Only a very tiny
whittle miniscule infinitesimal number of peeps can take these blogs,
and really see what is going on the way that I do, and extrapolate
and digest this information properly. It takes more than brains, it
takes real General Patton US Army battlefield blood guts, IPYT. Some
say to me, this is just a blog about your wonderful daughter that the
world can never know the truth about for reasons that appear to go
beyond just surface ordinary stuff that we all come to understands
when we reach adulthood, but no folks, this blog is not a blog about
my daughter, and if you start to read the first two years that go
into early January of 2008 and no further, you will see that this is
true. Things may have bent in this direction since the very weird
seventy day off-grid period of middle 2008, but there is so much more
happening, and this stuff needs telling, and it will be told, and you
may be assured of this. I remembered the beach that Jerry Heitzmann
and I were at in the parallel universe where he semingly has obtained
quite magical an dmystical abilities and powers, and yet, is ever
still so fascinated with the great ALL MIGHTY SARAH KRASSLE, just as
he was in the early seventies. Little did he know that he was in HER
CLASS. Actually, I know that he suspected that Jacobson indeed was
MY-SARAH, but if he had said anything, he would have been ridiculed,
as would anyone, for making that huge of an off the wall statement.
But he said some stuff back in time to me, and that stuff proves to
me at least, that he was very much in wonder, whether or not there
could be this incredible possibility. Speaking of these times, Bob
McDowell, I don't know about cars out of control on Jersey highways
and Johnny Fucker-Faster jokes that you used to crack me up with in
Dan Mackey's class; but speaking of the current days, and the Federal
Communications Commission; my hack is back where words string
together, 'suchasthis' or skip 'al laroun dsuchas that'. I believe I
told you that in addition to that, the (`~HACK) has come back also. I
don't ''imaginethese'' things. They are either present, or they go
away, or they come back, or they go away again, but I DON'T mother
fuckiGN imagine shit, and I AM NOT A FUCKING DELUSIONAL PERSON. Screw
psychiatry. I know I'm not fucking nuts, and I know that I have
really honestly experienced 60 years of the capitol of WEIRD,
cubed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These hacks are very mother fuckiGN
annoying, FCC old pal, BOB! The ''fuckiGN HACK'' is also very ass
annoying again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Once in a while is one
thing, but continual and unrelenting mother ''fuckiGN'' shit is a
whole other deal. See, here we fucking go again!!!!!!
It's
5:55 in the early evening, on Sunday as the skies begin to glow with
sunset approaching, and clouds of many kinds all coalesce with the
surrounding blue and red orange colors of a sinking low sun.
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MIKE MCNULTY, get over it, she loved
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When I tell all
about the lawtronics of dimensions below, or the MIND REALM, and just
how both waking and dreaming realities that surround us all, are what
they are and do what they do, you then will see that these blogs are
not just one huge story of my daughter and my situations pertaining
to her from long ago in Atlantic City. Well, I'll rephrase and say
that if you don't come to expand your horizons and see the much
bigger picture, then you are already as dead as the future body of
yourselves will also come to be. All of us are nothing but puss-bags,
or maggots in stasis, just waiting to hatch; once blood stops
circulating and thus there is no more oxygenation process, and our
guts turn into future flies. This is reality. Of course you are not
your body, your body is your body. Anyone can see this when they
sleep and dream. You are no where near your bed and body, but wow are
you anything but dead. Of course the argument goes that it is all
your brain and when it too is maggots, then it's lights out. Wrong
again people. There is only MIND. Your physical world brain is am
organ that attaches and connects up to this realm or the
sixth-dimension. But why take my word for it. We would all be
speaking German if Einstein’s bomb didn't work. And folks, his bomb
wouldn't have worked if the equation of mass and energy being the
same thing except for one becoming the other when either multiplying
or dividing by C-SQ. This is what verifies that the lights do not
ever go out. In higher truth, the real us is ENERGY, not matter. And
the job of MIND is to dream into a physical-matter plane of existence
where a body and a brain can seemingly come out of nowhere, the way
that all 'dreams' come out of nowhere. We are only consciously aware
of this Physical-Plane, because this equation, as do all equations;
work in both forward mode, as well as in their inverses, or stated
mathematically; M=E/C-SQ. To become the Physical reality we are (M),
the higher us-self in the (E) realm, needs BRAIN to divide by the
square of the constant or light velocity times light velocity.
FCC-BOB, please get these mother fucking hackers off my cock sucking
ass. THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They
are clueless to how sorry they will all be when the second month of
the year rolls around. Let them just wait and see, and then they can
all cry fucking crocodile tears as they pay for their fucking sins
against innocent whittle cunt lapping me. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
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