SAGA OF
NON-MUSICAL SONGWRITER MARK MUD
CHAPTER 00021
JANUARY
29, 2015,
FRIDAY
AFTERNOON AT 2:42,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 70 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY, (H-71/L-43)
HUMIDITY
IS 46%, HEAT INDEX IS 69.
WINDS
ARE EAST AT 7, GUSTING TO LUCKY 11.
Only
those who live in QUANTUM-PHYSICAL-REALITY on a conscious level, have
the really powerful ride through life that one truly is able to have,
if living life on that level of truth. I can't twist any arms, or for
that matter, make anyone try anything or do anything, other than tell
you that you're missing some really major stuff in your own lives.
Stuff you wondered about and scratched your heads over, most of you
at least, all your life. Live life on a QPR level, and this is when
an already powerful five dimensional you is going to begin merging
with your own truths, and yes, a nice side effect would come out of
it for me as you would then and only them see the awesome power of MY
MORIANITY and the life of one 'Michael Wayne' MOUNTAINPEN. You can
take stuff from any source, anywhere, at any time and it will come
alive. Of course, the great and powerful psych industry will say,
''Yeah you bet it will, and it's called by our standards, total
insanity''. This is true. And they are 100% wrong and full of crap,
but who is going to listen to or believe in a CRACKPOT LIKE ME? This
you could say, is the quintessential DUH of cosmos.
Remember
that day back ten days or so ago, when I made a list of stuff that
went major wrong around me? I forgot to mention that I tried using my
EBT card and my benefits have been cut off, even though I had
Resident Manager Marotto fax them as per their request, a copy of my
Social Security new year disability award letter, a standard
operation. But at Publix when I tried using my EBT card, it was
declined. If I tried, I am sure I could remember a million things
that all keep going totally dam wrong for me, year in and year out,
for nearly my entire sixty year life now.
BACK
WHEN I STARTED THIS BULLSHIT ON THE DAM INTERNET, AND WISH NOW THAT I
NEVER HAD, ED AND CHRIS, YO; I WAS STILL DOING MY VOICE RECORDING OF
MY RECORD KEEPING OF MY PERSONAL DISASTROUS LIFE OF ETERNAL HELL.
Morianity Bible For Millenium Three:
Thursday, August 03, 2006, (JC TAPE EQVT #25,705)
Chapter 49 Just Call Me Poor-Whittle Ugly Old Joe Shmo, Who's Out of 'his' SPACE-TIME-MIND!
My
guru friend Ed told me about the old cartoon comic character called
Joe Shmo, the dude with the eternal black cloud hanging over his
head, and there it was, everywhere he went, whatever he would do, and
only he seemed to get rained on perpetually, no one else, except of
course for the normal and accepted amounts of negatives that life
naturally deals to us all. Anywho, my guru and I had a small falling
out early in July over the major hacking that I get, but I blew his
mind with one thing that even he was not able to chalk off as my
paranoia. Look, I am paranoid, and U 2 would B if U had 2 endure what
I go through every single friggin day of my pathetic miserable
existence. I did not say life, as it is not life. My hell is
SUB-VAMPIRIC EXISTANCE, and that's all it is!!!!!!!!!! When he
learned about what happened 2 me over the past weekend on my job site
where I'm employed as a security officer, with the 'otherwise
normally friendly dog, by the name of 'JULY', by the way, but in
Hispanic language, pronounced [who-lee-oh], which in this language
means the great emperor of olden days Rome, and where our month of
July comes from, as he created a new calendar. Later after his time,
the Gregorian calendar was conceived of by the great Prince Gregory.
As
I said about 7 years or so ago, ladies and gentlemen, AHA,
regarding Ann King's lovely wonderful darling friends in Atlantic
City, and family, and WHATEVER, Congressman; ''what
am I for crissake, chopped eyed peas and liver-cuts''? Her job
is to address my complaint, not to try to tackle the huge misbehaving
teens on the outside benches, but 2 at least call the Constables On
Patrol of Winslow Township, NJ. But instead,
she pulls a Mayor Bob Levy on me, like the day I told U-all's about
in the Atlantic Ocean, where in 1997, we were out body-surfing, along
with a couple other lifeguards, and when I asked him a question
regarding Sarah Callio Martino, he gives me the cold shoulder, the
smirk, and the package of pure hostility, all wrapped up into one big
pile of loose turtle manure. I knew he knew her, as the huge flood of
a foot of rain that swallowed up parts of New Jersey, producing a
foot of rain in the great city on human-world-planes, Atlantic City,
NJ, [A C, N J]. During a Jersey TV Channel broadcast showing all the
problems that the flood had caused the area, he was standing right
outside the friggin' water company,their website is www.acmua.com.
They had him intentionally right there, as they all knew that we swam
and body-surfed out in the ocean. I had previously been nosing around
the area and asking lots of people about Sarah, even the famous
Frailenger's employee lady that they all know, Queenie, as we and all
the locals called her, cool choice for a nickname, and I had gone
into Robert McGuire's shit hole to ask a few things, in fact my exact
words to him were, "I am looking to find Sarah Karge, to
reminisce about the old days here on Tennessee Avenue back in the
60's". It was out of a movie how he treated me, demanding my ID,
and he made a photocopy of it, and it is all way 2 upsetting to
further go into at this time, but back to my point with the library's
security officer, the young pretty but very hostile black chick who
treated me so bad, when I was the foooookin' victim in all of this
for my 62nd grand-daddy's sake. U know he and I can both walk on top
of a surface made from two elements of hydrogen and one element of
oxygen, and one of these days, if no other way can B found 4 me to
get help and recognition regarding these evil bastards that R putting
me through this vicious eternal hell, I swear to all the stinking
astral realm gods, even Mr. Krassle himself, the great
Neptune-Jupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious, that I will go to the
great mirror of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, [AC, NJ], and go out into the
water and run around on top of it all day, until every stinking TV
station in the country is all over the story. U pricks want real war
with me, then just bring it on ya 'dingdong hammer' blowhards of
'STM'! Time, hyperspace, quantum foams, and sub-quanta entanglement
reality, is a big fancy shmancy way of saying, for two examples, look
at STAR TREK, the super TV show of the sixties, the original stuff.
Then look at a year after it began, in 1967, with stuff that unless I
was brain dead, oh great AAT, I would
have to see, as a bunch of Astral-Plane entities deciding to merge
together in a collective on a lower material realm, and without any
consciousness of what they do, get something together called the EW,
and do all these songs and shows and all of it,
and then; folks such as myself can begin to see how many cosmic
jigsaw pieces all fit so perfectly together, with or without any Tom
Reale closely named sterilization imperfections, or great gods such
as Apollo with his energy hand, crushing the hull of the Starship
Enterprise. You know what really makes
me smile? It ain't one bit complicated. It is that I have to be the
only one onto all of this, and if I didn't laugh or smile, I would
most likely go and shoot up a place. This is how a lot of bad
shootings happen indeed. Of course, I don't believe in guns because
of this, and is why I wouldn't be caught dead with a gun. Too many
people are caught dead with them or after deciding to place one into
their hand, as those hands are not made of Apollo's magical energy.
As for the fence, a child can see all of this, only they don't read
my blogs, and adults just laugh and scoff. If you saw that Star Trek
episode with the probe merging with the alien probe, with the similar
Tom Reale name, Mister mind meld Spock; you would see that I put all
of this here by asking them to come back after they did all give up,
and even though I am mere flesh and blood with no power of my own,
this is why all of this went down since the very year that these two
shows were made in 1967, and following the one from 1966 as well,
with the LAKEHOUSE
LIGHTNING that surrounds the
galaxy. Is that any less real and true than black holes in the hearts
of galaxies, and folks, this was not known about late in the sixties,
or even when the S.T.
Movies were made. If you went to
the trouble of ever really checking all my claims out, you would see,
but you won't, and I already know all of this, Lenny Apollo
McKinnon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
DOW JONES INDUSTRIAL AVERAGES:
At
around three in the fucking afternoon, horrendous pounding and
hammering and yelling began to go on down the hall, maybe it was
maintenance men or not I do not know, but I do know the Dow was off a
hundred mother fucking points or more around noon, and then POOF, the
hammering and incredible noise shot it right back up. Now this is a
PIP, and not Billy Twilight Zone Mummy, but there was some more of
those strange weird loud sounds earlier on this day. I don't claim to
know beans from fucking beer, I merely report the news, and try not
to make any of it myself. I did say, I DAM
TRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
is what I have been calling for nearly 30 fucking years, using
parallel event against me intentionally, or
APPLYING ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY!
I do know that my life is one huge giant
mother fucking H----E----L----L
ever since this all began back in
08-1986!!!!!!!!
My
dirt bag nabes have been slamming their door all day, which ever one
that does this all the time. They do not just do this for no reason
of course, and this is the same force behind even the most
complicated stuff that seems impossible to be dot-connected, such as
Star Trek material from half a century ago and my life right now
currently.
SAGA
OF NON-MUSICAL SONGWRITER MARK MUD IN 1983, 32 YEARS LATER
CHAPTER
00021
a
retraced part of the great disco diva, 280 years in the future, would
be able to attest to the following statement that I now make on these
blogs, ladies and gentlemen, IPYT!!!!!!!!!!! I'm
watching everything from shoe lace tying's to 5-33 top
secrets. So stop hurting me mother fuckers, or goddess dam else,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Holy
Moly Holly Robotic Classes of 2011, Mister Mack Kaiter, if you're
fuckiGN out there sir, old counselor and buddy from Northeast,
Maryland, USA, “THIS IS RIDICULOUS”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
is ridiculous X a dozen,
Kaiter Broadcaster Family of 1967!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Totally, and
absolutely, and definitely. “THIS
IS RIDICULOUS”!!!! “THIS IS RIDICULOUS”!!!! “THIS IS
RIDICULOUS”!!!! “THIS IS RIDICULOUS”!!!! “THIS IS
RIDICULOUS”!!!! “THIS IS RIDICULOUS”!!!! “THIS IS
RIDICULOUS”!!!! “THIS IS RIDICULOUS”!!!! “THIS IS
RIDICULOUS”!!!! “THIS IS RIDICULOUS”!!!! “THIS IS
RIDICULOUS”!!!! “THIS IS RIDICULOUS”!!!!
''TWEET-----TWEET-----TWEET-----TWEET'',
TWEET-TWEET,
“LIFE STINKS TWINBAY”.
YOU
TRY BEING ME, IN OR NOT IN 1988, lovely-cakes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Perfect
Day
- Posted By: David Jackson
- 2014-01-05
- Pensacola Beach
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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HOW
DO I KNOW FOR SURE, IT WASN'T REALLY POSTED BY ALIEN PROBE BUILDER
TON RUE, INSIDE AND CONTROLLING THIS PERSON'S BODY, AS I DO NOT, AND
NEITHER DO ANY OF YOU. AND THAT IS WHAT'S BEING MIB-COVERED, NOT
SILLY ALIEN-GODS AND SAUCERS, IPYT.
TWEET-TWEET-TWEET,
''MANY MANY MANY INGRID-1984 HUSH HUSHED UP THINGS, IN OR OUT OF LABS
AND THROAT SPECIALISTS' OFFICES. DAVE ROTH AND THE MASONS KNEW ABOUT
IT ALL, AND SOMEONE ICED POOR DAVID. BOY IS MY LIFE OUT OF L&O-SVU,
TTZ, STAR TREK, SHERLOCK HOLMES, AND THE WALKING DEAD, HUH
PEEPS???????????????????
Where
are you when I really need you 45 spring times in the future, large
planet parallel world, and Roseann Hyperspace Delaney???????????
All
photos on this blog chapter are the owned
Morianity
wishes to thank them for permitting this share!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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''OH
THANK YOU, I AM SO HAPPY NOW''! Now in how many parallel universes,
does this child have any idea of what is going on? Ask Senator
Thompson what the odds are that in-between shopping around for great
reverse mortgage deals, an elf will jump out of my desk drawer, and
spit cider on my shoulder. He will know what I am speaking about,
IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!! And lighthouse lock ups or beat downs and tape
thefts and other potential longer lock ups all notwithstanding, Sarah
was not done with me.
W---O---W!!!!!
Sarah
was not done with me. Sarah was not done with me. Sarah was not done
with me. Sarah was not done with me. Sarah was not done with me.
Sarah was not done with me. SAY WHAT HANDS JEFFERSON SUPER JENNY and
doggie HOO-LEE-MONTH-LUCKY-7-OOOOO???? Sarah was not done with me.
Sarah was not done with me. Sarah was not done with me. Sarah was not
done with me. Sarah was not done with me. Sarah was not done with me.
WHAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MIKE MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!
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