SAGA OF NON-MUSICAL SONGWRITER
MARK MUD IN 1983, 32 YEARS LATER
CHAPTER 00025
Folks, I am SUPER-BOTBAR
and basicly have been every day for years. I have dozens of things
ongoing that are currently in the fucking toilet. I have constant
computer hacking, miserable barnyard raised pig nabes, enemies all
over the planet who hate my mother fuckiGN guts simply because of
zero-nothing that I can ever truly put my finger on, I have
unresolved issues with my county regarding my food benefits, I have
nerve damage in my left hand that leaves me somewhat fucked up an din
constant misery, I have medical people who don't care what is really
wrong with me and only want to fuck me up more by insisting I do
things that are not necessary and not related at all to my physical
problems, I have absolutely no friends or anyone that gives a rats
ass fucking shit about me, and I am not permitted to do one thing I
ever want to do, which is make music, even on just my amateur level.
It is always stopped, and I am always punished, by some unexplainable
mother fuckiGN force. Some invisible yet totally real FORCE takes
away everything and everyone I try to ever do anything at all with,
no matter how simple. My best example should always be and must
remain, early into my fucking blogging career on older archive-only
blogs, with Jennifer Washburn, and the day she was supposed to meet
up with me, and take me to my mechanic, where my car was; on one very
icy and cold winter day, back somewhere in either oh six, or oh
seven. Most of you reading this today, read that story, and remember
and know of it. Nothing ever changes. It's been like cunt chewing
fucking this for 60 years, NO DAM ASS EXAGGERATION WHATSOEVER. When I
say that my life is total dick licking fucking hell, please know this
can only be an under-exaggeration, lovely Missy Twinbay, queen of
eternal fucking optimism, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!
My slamming door
nabe annoyed me early in the morning as he does on Saturdays, and
then half an hour ago, as now it's eight minutes past noon, my
upstairs dirt-bags had their music booming away for just long enough
to awaken me for the day and be extremely rude and crude and
annoyingly ignorant. The other day they were total assholes in my
bathroom as well, banging around doing some stupid fucking shit.
JANUARY
31, 2015,
SATURDAY
AFTERNOON AT 12:21,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 69 DEGREES FNHT.
WINDS
ARE BLOWING ENE AT 11 WITH GUSTS TO 20.
HUMIDITY
IS 51%, FEELING 69 DEGREES.
TODAY'S
RANGE IS (H-70/L-50).
On
top of all my other fucking shit, my dental health is beyond
horrendous, and if I were in Jersey, I could have had this all taken
care of, but every state in America is so different, and my dad used
to tell me, “Son, it's like you're living in fifty different
countries, and I want you to always remember this”. Well,
I did Daddio, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Right
now I have a major tooth that is major infected on one side, a loose
broken one with a perfectly attached nearly thirty year old
cap-crown, on the other side, and every other tooth slowly rotting
out as well, hurting and looking as rotten as they all feel. Poor
people in this nation have no recourse, no care, no one gives a
mother fuckiGN shit and then we're supposed to be all smiles and
happiness. Kiss my honky fuckiGN ass; is my answer back to that
nonsense!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
computer is acting fucking up with lots of 'FUCKIGN' hacks such as
this one as well as a new one, where I click on a menu of misspelled
word connection possibilities, and a different one from the one that
I select, is then inserted, case and point the word in black print
above, 'nonsense'.
When I tried to post last night, my prior blog to this one, Blogger
has some weird software that does not like the ending part, and I am
going to have to accept that dam shit. Then Wordpress won't allow me
to blog at my usual place for the past week, and I need to post up
using an alternate option where many times, it too fucks up and is
hard to insert the end of blogs and they don't come out to start
with, and even re-pasting small pieces such as end transmission paste
ins is fucking hell. I was recently doing real well, but now, both
sites appear to be fuckiGN with me, BOB
FCC MCDOWELL. I am also getting real god
darn sick of this major mistreatment, Attorney General of Florida;
lovely Mizz Bondi; just saying! Now I am being fucked with on some
hack that fucked up my paragraphs going from one end to the other end
of the page, a sentence back. It is total non stop fuckiGN cunt
hacking Bob from 1972, and I need about ten of your god dam Johnny
Fucker Faster jokes to pull me out of today's rotten mother fucking
hellish assault, YO!
Now
if the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES keep this shit going through the weekend
and into next week, there will be a lot of flirtatious pussies
chasing me, IF that is, I go out and mingle around in public places,
you know, shopping malls, the beach, whatever, and this is precisely
what I PLAN TO DO, if they don't mother fucking knock this fucking
shit the fucking hell off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Now if the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES
keep this shit going through the weekend and into next week, there
will be a lot of flirtatious pussies chasing me, IF that is, I go
out and mingle around in public places, you know, shopping malls, the
beach, whatever, and this is precisely what I PLAN TO DO, if they
don't mother fucking knock this fucking shit the fucking hell
off!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now if the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES keep this shit going
through the weekend and into next week, there will be a lot of
flirtatious pussies chasing me, IF that is, I go out and mingle
around in public places, you know, shopping malls, the beach,
whatever, and this is precisely what I PLAN TO DO, if they don't
mother fucking knock this fucking shit the fucking hell
off!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now if the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES keep this shit going
through the weekend and into next week, there will be a lot of
flirtatious pussies chasing me, IF that is, I go out and mingle
around in public places, you know, shopping malls, the beach,
whatever, and this is precisely what I PLAN TO DO, if they don't
mother fucking knock this fucking shit the fucking hell
off!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now if the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES keep this shit going
through the weekend and into next week, there will be a lot of
flirtatious pussies chasing me, IF that is, I go out and mingle
around in public places, you know, shopping malls, the beach,
whatever, and this is precisely what I PLAN TO DO, if they don't
mother fucking knock this fucking shit the fucking hell
off!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now if the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES keep this shit going
through the weekend and into next week, there will be a lot of
flirtatious pussies chasing me, IF that is, I go out and mingle
around in public places, you know, shopping malls, the beach,
whatever, and this is precisely what I PLAN TO DO, if they don't
mother fucking knock this fucking shit the fucking hell
off!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now if the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES keep this shit going
through the weekend and into next week, there will be a lot of
flirtatious pussies chasing me, IF that is, I go out and mingle
around in public places, you know, shopping malls, the beach,
whatever, and this is precisely what I PLAN TO DO, if they don't
mother fucking knock this fucking shit the fucking hell
off!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now if the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES keep this shit going
through the weekend and into next week, there will be a lot of
flirtatious pussies chasing me, IF that is, I go out and mingle
around in public places, you know, shopping malls, the beach,
whatever, and this is precisely what I PLAN TO DO, if they don't
mother fucking knock this fucking shit the fucking hell
off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The problem is that they know that they can shut me down with
physical attacks on my body and health, change the weather to nasty
non-beach weather, and so much more. So I need the element of
surprise, and one day when these cunt chewing fuckiGN rotten total
ass bastards turn their miserable backs for
fifteen minutes total,
Sidney and MY; kapow, will they ever be sorry fucking shocked asses
at C-squared!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
Jane
slutwhore Notfondauonetinybitchbit just nailed me at page mother
fucking eleven of eleven, allow me to cunt phlegm rape (compensate)
PWEEEEEEEEEEZE. TANKS! BOOM!
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Two
great things about this world, are Mother
Nature, and The Weather Bug. To
put it blunt and honest; the way that I feel right now, here in
mother fuckiGN HELL; everything else can basically do something, too
nasty to say in public places!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE MCNULTY. Sorry
for the misspelling on a recent blog; not intentional old boy!
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Hey,
I just want to take this opportunity to tell my 'traveling viewers',
“HAPPY TRAILS”. How's the world doing, lads and lassies,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Boy
has GAGA-KITTY told me some far out shit, great people,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A double-triple non dared W—O—W here, if I
may, Mister Mackey, Stacey, and Mister R.H. Macy.
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
MCNULTY BRO!!!!!!!!!
Not
only were powers that financed my special education school, ranging
from top entertainment peeps of those days and times, but
politicians, one whose son, Mike White was a good friend of mine,
making contributions, but a group of the ESS itself, owns the entire
COOLEY HALL and all of the Bancroft
Neural Health System, that once these blogs were about a year
underway or so, the place closed down on a dime, pow as all things
like this end up doing, not
just Haddonwood or Bancroft, or the Turnersville Pathmark, but the
list is longer than Lex Super Luther's mighty arm of 1978.
This is how they did all of this to me, nothing else can possibly all
fit. I cannot beat them, I cannot beat this. The
ESS if you remember folks, wanted me to go to where, a while back in
a parallel universe that you'd all see as a wild and vivid dream, but
the COMCAST CABLE, up a windy hilly grassy dirt road. Don't forget
little details about me and my life story, please; or you will
miss the real action that is all leading up to
what historians and many more, call, Armageddon. This is no joke,
and I assure you Captain Jim Gary Wildeyes Pals Kirk, THIS IS NO DAM
ASS DRILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So tell
me, is THIS the equation, great Android Rock and Nurse Chapel
Rotten-Berry of the Bluecran Transdimensional HELL?
I knew I shouldn't
have typed this in to my previous blog, but now, this major assault
will bring me to pasting it in to my new blog, to show all of you
that if I speak certain powerful truths, THEY RESPOND WITH MAJOR
PUNISHMENTS, I have no rights to free speech with this NIGHTMARE
FAMILY FROM FREAKING HELL!
Hay,
before anyone anywhere was where they are in the here and the now,
and I HAVE WITNESSES TO THIS IF THEY STILL ARE ALIVE, know about my
wild DREAM where lightning came to me in 1984 and said to me, quote,
“Little boy, that is my number, 3 to the power of three, 27, and
then after hearing her voice, the same one I sent to the © Office in
1988 where she said, “I KNOW”, she had me standing at the Golden
Nugget Hotel and Casino in Atlantic city that now is where the HILTON
CASINO stands, same building; her lightning had come in from the
roof, down through every floor, and she struck the number on the
display layout at the roulette table where I was playing the game in
this WILD DREAM. Ask Evelyn, Jimmy
Dean, or Cuzz Christine Myers if
she is 'still-alive', to use a 'mortal world word'. And then if not,
ask HANDS WASHING DAVID, or his pal
DEEZY SLIM, from the mighty and
wonderful YOUTUBE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JANE
SLUTWHORE BITCHWEEDS JUST GOT ME FUCKIGN AGAIN THIS TIME WITH THE
TIME ON MY COMPUTER SCREEN, MISERABLE ROTTEN MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' PIECE
OF SHIT FROM 1993!!!! THAT MONSTER HAS SLAPPED MY LIFE APART WITH
WHAT SHE DID TO ME ON THAT HORRENDOUS NIGHT, AT THE ATLANTA BRAVES
FUCKIGN CUNT BASEBALL PARK, BRO! UNHOLY APOLLO, HAVE SOME CUNT
SNIFFING MERCY!!!!!
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I
swear inside my mind, I can see her after Dawn just threw a gallon of
gasoline all over and then lit her up with a dam stove stick. This is
the only way I can survive this hell. I just see all these monster
bastard mother fuckers all burning up and running and screaming, and
praise the gods, DYING!!!!!!!!!!!
That
sure beats infidelity. But it also kicks the crap out of those 1995
crooks that have no shame or conscience, SEC, good old Donaldson,
Lufkin, and Jenrette Investment Corporation of
Pennsylvania!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Who gives three shits about me,
- Blogger dot com/Google, certainly not you!
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At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of is that you cannot be sure of anything.
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of is that you cannot be sure of anything.
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of is that you cannot be sure of anything.
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of is that you cannot be sure of anything.
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of is that you cannot be sure of anything.
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of is that you cannot be sure of anything.
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of is that you cannot be sure of anything.
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of is that you cannot be sure of anything.
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of is that you cannot be sure of anything.
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of is that you cannot be sure of anything.
My blogs
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity;
Courtesy of Channel 12-Television.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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