HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 187
SOME
PEEPS HAVE ALL THE FUN; LIKE LIVING IN A DAM HOUSE AND HAVING THE
WORLD SPYING ON THEIR EVERY MOVE. WEEEEEEE!!!!!!
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YES
WORLD, THE NUMBERS OF '3' AND '4', WOW!
3+4=7
3X4=12
7+12=19
7X12=84
Psychologist????
Are
we all fired yet, CUZZ Don? Oh that wonderful old Macy-Bunch.
It's
a miracle on any street; how this world goes on, being so twisted and
screwed up. Still, the NYC 34th
Street, Mister Macy?
While
riding the office-bicycle around in 1991 at the LTV-STEEL Company in
Berlin, New Jersey, USA; I took a 1980 tune I played and wrote at the
RPL Sound Recording Studio about duplicating Christian tapes for our
biggest account, the great and powerful marvelous and awesome Mister
Pat Robertson; and I changed the words. I would sing this song while
riding and hitting my keys om my security guard clock rounds. Oh yes,
''won't you stay with me, won't you stay with me, No
Stacey for me. Actually
it went a little differently, but I don't want the dam Mount
Construction Company to get too unhappy should I get a little
Garrigan-Happy for crissake, ladies and gentlemen.
And
that's just reality, son!
Now
this friend of Gawky Gaukauk and I, wish to share a small discussion,
with the blogaud of Morianity. Thank you for your interest.
YES
I REALLY DO HAVE QUESTIONS OF YOUR PAL, THE GREAT AND POWERFUL (GAP)
SIR GAWKY GAUKAUK.
WELL,
TO QUOTE YOUR OLD COOLEY HALL PAL BRUCE, TO HIS OLD TORMENTER, BOB
MCDOWELL, DECADES AGO; “YEAH, NOW WHAT DO YOU WANT?”
IT
IS JUST THAT DAM GAWKY KNOWS SO MUCH, AFTER-ALL, HE IS ANASTRAL-PALNE
PANTHAR, AND A POWERFUL PROFESSOR AND GURU AT THE GREAT TECK-BY
SCHOOL OF MYSTERY, THE GREATEST SCHOOL LIKE THAT, IN TH EENTIRE
PROVINCE OLYMPIA. MANY COME FROM AS FAR AWAY AS FOUR PROVINCES TO
ATTEND THIS PLACE AND TO BE IN GAGA'S CLASS. SO HOW DID YOU MEET
GAWKY. WAS IT FROM THE TECK-BAY SCHOOL, OR DID YOU KNOW HIM FROM
OTHER CONDITION-INTERACTIONS OF THE GREAT ENDLESS PURGATORY, GREAT
TANSTALKER-55?
WHAT
YOU ARE, IS A TOTAL BUTTWIPE, THERE MOUNTAINPEN-HUMAN, OF THE WAKING
WORLD. WHY THE 20 QUESTIONS, MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW?
DON'T
GET ALL HOSTILE KITTY, OR I'LL KICK YOUR BOWL OF FUCKING CAT FOOT
INTO THE CURB FOR THE RATS AND THE RAVENS. I NEED TO KNOW SOME
THINGS, SO GET ON THE CONNECTOR AND HOOK UP TO THE LIBRARIAN AT THE
TECK-BAY MYSTERY SCHOOL, AND ASK GAGA-PROF A FEW QUESTIONS FOR ME,
YO.
LISTEN
UP THERE, MOUNTAINPEN-HUMAN, YOU TWAT LICKING SHIT. IF YOU TOUCH MY
DAM CAT BOWL, I'LL SCRATH YOUR FUCKING ASS EYES OUT OF YOUR HEAD.
MAYBE IF YOU ARE GOOD, AND YOUR LIGHTNING GODDESS TELLS ME NEXT TIME
I RUN INTO HER, THAT YOU ARE BEING GOOD; THEN I WILL TALK TO
GAGA-KITTY FOR YOU AND GET SOME OF YOUR QUERIES RESPONDED TO, YO YO
YO YO YO YO.
YOU
HAVE JUST ENJOYED THE DISCUSSION BETWEEN GAWKY'S PAL TANSTALKER,
AND MYSELF. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS.
There's
no use crying over spilled milk and burned pizza, Papa-Dock and
Papa-John!!!
Thank
you so very much for coming over to visit with me late yesterday
afternoon, lovely baby-blond. Folks, my Lightning was very
beautiful, inconceivable lovely colors and designs.
I
love my wonderful lightning more than my life a billion times
over. She knows this, don't you baby-blond?
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
HALLS
WALLS,
CHAPTER
94
WITH OR WITHOUT CALLIO'S A&R
ASTRAL FLOWERS.
Well
wonderful people, it is a wee bit cooler this morning and the
forecast high is only for the low eighties. Let us hope for
meteorological accuracy. Here is the PIP with date and time and
basic local weather for this blogger's area. You can always reset
for national weather and other locations by typing your own zip
codes in, or just download that super great APP, TWB.
Don't
get me wrong folks, I know one must learn to laugh at life on many
various dark times throughout the journey. I just know that I
could never do what we all know I am saying here, in so far as
that wonderful movie in 2009 and the stair chase. We all know on
my first two or three years or my first blogmester if you will
allow another Poor-Richard added word; I told of the wild
hyperspace interactions where I witnessed this near exact thing.
Well,
I can laugh a little bit, just not as well as wonderful great
Mariah. All of her fans everywhere need to really know just how
much incredible crap she overcame, and is part of what led her to
being the great pop diva that we all know and love.
Anyone
anywhere can disbelieve anything. That never takes too much mental
power, let alone much positive imagination to see aspects of
reality not always present yet in the time-illusion. Just as
sensitive people can walk into a room and know a lot of things
about many of those other folks in that room, you know, the
Patrick Jane Mentalist sort of stuff. They all think it is just
amplified people skills that I have come to shorten into APS, or
the other or shorter APPS, see I have humor, and I can laugh,
Mister McNulty. I just wonder where th humor is in what all of you
did to me back in the old days, that all led up to all of this
nightmare hell. Real real real funny, right beautiful Ingrid?
          
HA-HA-HA-HA-FUNNY-FUNNY-FUNNY.
I
love that cool TV ad-spot where they say, “Flowers are for
girls”. Or actually a young teen dude's mom says this to her son
following his mild objection to being around flowers. That is
until he sees this little teen goddess out across from his yard,
looking at them, and cannot wait to run out to see his 'flowers'.
Yeah, he wants flowers all right, or a similar type of soft stuff
growing not in the ground. Hey, I am not trying to put our minds
into the sewers of France, but I do wish to make a quick point
here. When I blog in a pink font, it is for a reason. Ed Lynch
could think only surface stuff, another PP. If I do anything that
seems questionable, oh Mountainpen is gay or he is this or that or
whatever. But try for once, great folks, to see Morianity and the
nightmare tale that it truthfully tells to you; and instead of
picking up on only a few things that maybe pertinent to you and
only you, try to digest it all once in a while and you will see
things come alive. You will see why I am forced to always see the
time whenever it is eleven minutes past eleven or one, day or
night, four times a day, and rarely get to see th eonly two times
where five shy of six in the morning and early evening, it is
5:55. Morianity is not gibberish from the magical thinking of the
mentally ill schizophrenic psych text, written by at best, cold
hearted ego inflated doctors who have epitomized god-complexes
themselves and need more couch time than many other folks. /That
is by the way, a true statistic about the head shrink industry.
They rank high in the percentile of all careers in th estudy done,
for suicides and even seeing other head shrink doctors. Great huh,
they can all get together and compare notes eventually, literally,
on how to make us all believe we are insane, and then get rid of
those who do not agree with their almighty Macy Court movies,
psychiatry. I do not mean to go on and on, you get the picture.
THE
WONDERFUL (TWB), SHARED BY ME,
THE
MOUNTAINPEN (BOM).
All
Photos
JUNE
10, 2015,
WEDNESDAY
MORNING AT 7:56,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 72 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-73/L-70).
HUMIDITY
IS 94%, E 76.
CALM
SSW WINDS, WITH SMALL GUSTS TO 3.
ALL
THESE WEATHER STATS ARE SHARED BY THE BOM OR THESE BLOGS, AND THE
SOURCE IS THE WEATHER BUG, (TWB). BLOGS
OF
MOUNTAINPEN.
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THE
WONDERFUL (TWB), SHARED BY ME,
THE
MOUNTAINPEN (BOM).
All
Photos
HA-HA-HA-HA-FUNNY-FUNNY-FUNNY.
I
love that cool TV ad-spot where they say, “Flowers are for girls”.
Or actually a young teen dude's mom says this to her son following
his mild objection to being around flowers. That is until he sees
this little teen goddess out across from his yard, looking at them,
and cannot wait to run out to see his 'flowers'. Yeah, he wants
flowers all right, or a similar type of soft stuff growing not in the
ground. Hey, I am not trying to put our minds into the sewers of
France, but I do wish to make a quick point here. When I blog in a
pink font, it is for a reason. Ed Lynch could think only surface
stuff, another PP. If I do anything that seems questionable, oh
Mountainpen is gay or he is this or that or whatever. But try for
once, great folks, to see Morianity and the nightmare tale that it
truthfully tells to you; and instead of picking up on only a few
things that maybe pertinent to you and only you, try to digest it all
once in a while and you will see things come alive. You will see why
I am forced to always see the time whenever it is eleven minutes past
eleven or one, day or night, four times a day, and rarely get to see
th e only two times where five shy of six in the morning and early
evening, it is 5:55. Morianity is not gibberish from the magical
thinking of the mentally ill schizophrenic psych text, written by at
best, cold hearted ego inflated doctors who have epitomized
god-complexes themselves and need more couch time than many other
folks. /That is by the way, a true statistic about the head shrink
industry. They rank high in the percentile of all careers in the
study done, for suicides and even seeing other head shrink doctors.
Great huh, they can all get together and compare notes eventually,
literally, on how to make us all believe we are insane, and then get
rid of those who do not agree with their almighty Macy Court movies,
psychiatry. I do not mean to go on and on, you get the picture.
When
I died at Cifaloglio, and then went first to the Astral Plane, and
then back into physicality, in a parallel universe; I was supposed to
find a NYNY A&R person, and give her flowers, a copy of Atlantic
Queen,
my song from 1999; and tell her, Frank Callio of Atlantic City, sent
me. I never did this, when I came back here. Frank Callio had died,
and this was a very healthy recently retired police sergeant on the
AC force. I had no human way of knowing he had died, yet he told me
at McDonald's near the Atlantic City Airfield that I was dead, just
as Jimmy Carter had before him back in 1986 when all this hell and
bullshit began. I had never ever gone to that McDonald's, but family
did. I had no human way of knowing any of that either. But in years
to follow, the KINGS who kidnapped me under a Stockholm Syndrome,
went there a lot, as did I as I was with them. No m ore going back in
time just to upset Cuzz-Donnie at his Plaza, to retaliate against him
and Jerry Texaco-ESS for destroying the only vehicle my poor old
mother and I drove back in the springtime of CHOKE-1984. So turn any
direction on any road you want, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But no Vicky Callio
aroma's please, or any other coded-poems. It seems they all knew all
along about me, and I was as clueless as my kids dam
step-dad!!!!!!!!!!!!
Beginning
on that prior paragraph, FCC BOB MCDOWELL, BUDDYT AND SUIR; major
fucking mouse hacking is beginning, three major mouse jumps that are
trying to fuck up what was just said, and quite obviously we all know
why, and by whom. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, not TV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
AM GETTING REAL SICK OF THIS ALMIGHTY GODDESS SCREWING WITH ME FOR
ALL ETERNITY. I NEVER SAID I DO NOT LOVE HER WITH ALL OF MY HEART,
SOUL, MIND, AND STRENGTH!!!!!!!!!!!!
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