Microsucks
and their fucking pain in my dick licking ass update. They have
really mother fucking screwed up my cunt chewing computer early this
god dam evening with a 25 part update that took three hours almost to
go in. Instead of things running better and faster, it is all clogged
fucking up with their dam ass fucking garbage!!!!!!!!!!!
Why
I brought up Steve from 1974 is my own bizz. A lot of genius jerk
offs out in this world think they have so much all figured out and
don't know fucking beer from a can of stale fucking beans. Even why I
talk about the Fascitar is my own bizz, and I never told all of the
YYYY's behind it on any blog, despite telling a lot. I will go on
with this as soon as I post up the time date weather page.
2006-2015,
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
(BOM) BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR
AUGUST
11, 2015,
TUESDAY
NIGHT AT 8:03,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 87 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY------(H-94/L-72)
HUMIDITY
IS 70, FEELING LIKE 97.
WINDS
ARE SE AT 12, WITH GUSTING TO 17.
Why
I brought up Steve from 1974 is my own bizz, but it time for my
viewers to be taken one level higher.
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW
What
do you think of this story?
Click here for comments or suggestions.
Click here for comments or suggestions.
Well,
let me tell it to you first, and stop acting like a positron from the
anti-matter universes, that travel backward in time and in our matter
universes, we know as electrons.
My
life changed forever, after meeting Jim Burr, Steve, and Patty. I
never met any of these people first or last,
or in any way that normal human time corresponds to in the rigid and
austere manner, that human beings insist on seeing things, due to
their limited interactions within it, for their entire human lives.
But this wild trilogy of so-called human entities, leaving that right
there for now; is a lot more than any blog or blogger, could ever
hope to fully portray, even given unlimited time, energy, and
viewer-patience with said blogger.
Who
really are these three people? Well, who really are you, and who
really am I? After that question is asked, Rose Shakespeare, who is
the real inventor of dreaming, and what gender is this
creator-being/entity? Then a final query strikes like Neil Regan's
lightning's Highview 1985 daughter; and that is, who and what is the
ESS and bearing in mind I mean what I, Mark Wayne Mohr the human
being, has labeled this group? For all I know they call themselves
that, or any of a trillion other possible names, maybe even possibly
remaining a nameless organization, they are, you know, like I AM! Hey
I don't know, I'm just fuckiGN sayin'!
THE
GREAT AWESOME TWB, YOU GOTTA' LUVEM!
When
you tell people that logic and reality dictates and fully instructs
us to say, hey what is going on with hurricanes suddenly, over the
past years that I left Jersey for Florida; only a total moron would
be too quick to not seriously wonder and scratch a few hairs on their
precious heads. Only a real total fucking moron for crissake!!!! I
told you that time runs differently in both sides of my apartment
because I have music that is from parallel universes where time runs
at another speed in ratio to us here, and so I cannot keep clocks in
both places, as it is too annoying to have to change the one that is
not from this realm, back to normal time over and over again. This
very same anomaly in time displacement is also what causes incredible
changes and variations in our global weather patters, and has for a
long time now. I don't care who wants to tell me I'm a fuckiGN cunt
eating lunatic, YO, as I know th edam truth and will never ever
forget 2011, and I don't think a few of you out here will either!!!!
When
Merry Hollister was not permitted to go out trick or treating on
Halloween back on 31 October of 1974, because she had been an
incredibly bad girl for a few days leading up to then, she looked
anxiously forward to the following Halloween in 1975, when Jim Burr
and I escaped 1118 Linden Hill on a very Satanic Day, when NABES FROM
HELL there, were totally celebrating that monster mother fucker and
his existence and glorifying the rotten bastard in a major way.
LIGHTNING just struck outside of my window as I penned that sentence.
Sorry, not to say bad stuff about your wonderful brother Diana
Arteemis my teen goddess blond love!!!! Moving back on pernt for a
quick seck now, Mister Archibald Heatnight Bunker sir; Merry was in
Gloucester City and hjad been a very good girl that year, and was out
TOT'ING. Forget Astral Plane words for this, abnd other stuff not
relevant on this particular dam blog kind folks; but she was with
Patty and Steve, and it had been half a year since them and ''Santa''
had helped mom and I to move into Linden Hill of HELL back on the
first day in March of 1975. Along with 'SANTA' were a few friends of
his, and one was a little boy named Chuckie. He was dressed up like a
dam pirate. They all got to the home of a very old strange lady who
resembled the town witch so to speak, only in Gloucester, New Jersey,
there were quite a lot of town-witches, 4-REALE!!!! LSS (Long Story
Short) folks; when arriving at this particular home as they neared
the end of their candy route, the kid by the name of Chuckie knocked
hard and after a moment or so, the lady arrived at the door of this
very large stone house of three floors. She jokingly with a candy
corn bag in hand, said to Chuckie, “Sonny, where's all of your
buccaneer's? Chuckie I was told responded after a few seconds of
silence; “Lady, they're under me buckin' hat”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was told this story got told in the Gloucester grammar schools,
spreading like the southern weed known as kudzu. Within months or
less, this became a famous joke the world over, and ALL WITH NO HELP
FROM FUTURE SOCIAL MEDIA, remember this was 1975, not a couple
decades or more in th edam ass future, people!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!
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You're
all missing one hell of a fucking party, Richie Ryan. It won't hurt
me, but it might hurt you and yours down the line some day. Just
don't say I never told you so, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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