HIFISAF,
CHAPTER 080
HELP
ME SHERIFF K.J. MASCARA. MY DIRT BAG MOTHER FUCKING ENEMIES ARE ALL
OVER ME.
THEY
BROKE MY SLEEP UP AGAIN, WITH ANOTHER ILLEGALLY LOUD CIVIL RIGHTS
VIOLATING SQUEAL ON MY TELEPHONE, MY
CHAIR KEEPS REVERTING BACK TO BEING UP HIGH AND BACK DOWN LOW,
ROACHES ARE COMING OUT OF MY SINK NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I SCALD
THEM WITH BOILING HOT WATER; AND THE LIST GOES ON AND ON, SIR. IT WAS
QUIET, BUT LET THESE MOTEHR FUCKERS BEGIN TO GET THEIR WAY ON THEIR
DIRT BAG STOCK MARKET, AND THEN TO KEEP UP THEIR MOMENTUM; THEY NEED
TO ALWAYS START THE MAJOR FUCKING PERSECUTION OF POOR OLD ME, AND
THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON ALMOST 20 SOLID YEARS; EVER SINCE AUGUST OF
FUCKING DICK LICKING 1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE ALL KNOW THIS BY NOW.
I
AM GOING TO BE NEEDING YOU TO LOOK AFTER ME, AS MUCH AS YOU CAN,
KIND SIR. AGAIN TO REMIND YOU; I HAVE NOTHING
AGAINST THEIR MARKETS, BUT I DO HAVE A VERY LEGITIMATE GRIPE
AGAINST BEING HARASSED, AND PERSECUTED; AND ENDING
UP WITH A TOTALLY DESTROYED FUCKING LIFE. GEE I WONDER WHY.
WOW, SILLY ME, HUH KIND SHERIFF?????????????
I
popped out of some wild NIGHTMARE when I was dreaming it was the
morning of August
15 in 1986.
It seems I cannot ever get back to the universe I left before I hit
my bed, at that Cherry Hill home of magic pharmaceuticals and soon to
come MISS LEE TEENAILS!!!!!!!! Oh
Lordess (SAR)
(AH),
what
a lovely world I am stuck in.
It is not the world but a game called GTNOTG. Maybe I am tied up in a
shop on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, Geraldine Supergirl
Shahpals. WOW
MACY
STACEY
MACKEY.
The
fate awaiting all flesh, is my only salvation.
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SHERIFF
SIR; YOU HAVE NO DAM IDEA JUST HOW BAD I WISH THIS WAS ALL MY OWN
PRIVATE MENTAL ILLNESS DELUSION, OR MADE UP STORY FROM MOTHER FUCKING
HELL, KIND SIR, BUT IT ISN'T. IT IS VERY VERY VERY REAL, AND IT IS
NOT REAL GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
beg of you, if you have any humanity at all sir, please try and look
out for me, especially from late morning through early afternoon, and
I think you know why, and where I am going to have to be, kind sir. I
need all the help that I can get from these evil fucking monsters
from hell, kind sir!!!!
I
knew I was in trouble last night when they gave me a nasty health
attack, a major stomach cramp that caused me to ingest some goddess
dam Metamucil fiber into a glass of water, kind sir, YO!
THERE'S
A NEW KID IN TOWN, AND I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT, KIND SIR; SO ''HERE
WE DAM GO AGAIN''. SAME OLD SAME OLD BULLSHIT, IT NEVER EVER
STOPS FOR ME KIND SIR. RON WIRTS, THE 'ADA' UP
IN CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY; COULD NOT GET IT STOPPED EITHER, BUT HE
TOLD ME HE KNEW, AND I WILL QUOTE HIM HERE, “IT
IS BIG BUSINESS WHO IS BEHIND DOING THIS TO YOU, AND I CANNOT PROVE
IT YET”. HE NEVER EVER COULD. MAYBE
YOU CAN, SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR. OR DO I HAVE TO SUFFER AND DIE
IN THIS HORRIBLE HORRIBLE NATION WITHOUT EVER
RECEIVING MY RIGHTFUL VINDICATION AND JUSTICE, KIND
FRIEND??????????????????????????????
Large
share holders of the great and powerful Breyers
Ice Cream, and headmasters that once roamed the halls of the
great and world famous, Exton, Pennsylvania private school, called
the Church Farm School, back in 1971,
when I was there from early September through middle late October;
all know, as do others out here, why my mother and this mighty man
had this conversation that was partially borrowed later on by a
famous rock group who did the New Kids In Town song in the middle
late nineteen-seventies. Yes Doctor 'Schriener'
and mommy-dearest, no ma'am, it is not ''Here
we go again''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry if I 'misspelled'
anyone's mother fucking name, Spell-Checker is its worthless self and
offers me no help.
Every
mother fuckiGN Friday, I take major persecution. It was every Sunday
for years, and now Sheriff kind sir; it seems to have switched to
Friday's, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't think I am not getting
computer hacking as well, kind Sheriff, this is going to be a very
bad day unless you can really help me stealthfully here, with my
nasty ass enemies, great kind friend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
time was back in 1984, and things all started after Donald J. Trump
opened up his first casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey; the Trump
Plaza Hotel. Still, Alex Jones says it best and I could never hold a
candle flame up to his sun on my best freaking day, the NSA CULT,
which is NASA with the first letter-A removed, makes 'Orwell's 1984'
prophecies from decades before that, seem tamer and sillier than any
child's game played anywhere at any playground the world over, YO YO
YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!! What can I say, Jay-Jay Evans?
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pleas try and help
me,
as my enemies love to really pick on me now on Friday's; but I
also notice they pick on me a lot on Patriot-Days,
such as nine eleven; and yes, all new
kids in town;
''HERE WE GO AGIAN'', YO
YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!
From
here to outer space, if I can quote the great
disco diva Donna Summer,
or I could just say, from here to goddess dam Amazon,
how dam amazing is this Mister R.H. Macy sir, like dam ass
W---O---W!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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HIFISAF,
CHAPTER 079
This
morning had some annoying doors, but not as bad as yesterday. Am I
the only one who notices that this planet is not what it was, a very
short time ago; and all this internet and social media, if you
really think about it honestly; and I know I have one fan here,
Judge Judy, who thinks my way; but really, it is the cause of this
alteration, bent towards only the worsening of all things. Media
that now is labeled 'social', with everyone posting things 24-7,
1440 minutes a day round the clock; is creating a ridiculous
sensationalism, and short term fads, and stuff that is so beyond
absurdly nonsensical; that no words I could hope to print here,
would adequately describe things? Am I really the only one that sees
what is going on, and recognizes that we are all running rapidly out
of time? Think about it. If things proceed along the lines of just
the first fifteen years of this century, or even half as severe and
quick; we don't even have until 2030 until we all alive now,
literally won't hardly recognize life here in this world. To anyone
not totally current or over age 22 or so; it will be as if they woke
up on a strange far away freaking planet, and have no hope of ever
returning home.
Before
Columbine High and the shooting incident, we did not live in a world
of this becoming an every day or near every day event, you know, the
new normal. Let me examine this new normal in a very quick way that
I promise you, will not be boring, as I can make this point without
writing a college essay of lengthy words all strung together. Guns
of course are the biggest way I can prove how things have spiraled
totally out of control, and that even though those supposedly in
charge of the rest of us who are not; who pretty much recognize and
realize the problems behind it all, such as the general public being
ripped off and cheated by those ruling over them, (they prefer me to
say governing), they refuse to alter reality. They will not really
other than talk about it, raise minimum wage to a living wage,
between 10-15 dollars per hour. They insist on billionaire trickle
down economy when they totally know it won't work forever, whether a
revolution ever comes in the end or not. They already saw a meltdown
in th elate first decade of this century with banks and Wall Street,
and the Berny Maydoff shit, and so much more, yet on shit goes, the
status quo, it never ever changes, and people will respond to these
things, with gun violence, and many other horrible things. It is
just a foregone conclusion, it is mere pure logic. You won't be able
to always draw a perfect line that proves these words out, things in
this life rarely show up that perfect or accurately. You learn to
see through the mirages, and the illusions, and the bullshit, if you
ever decide to sit back and ponder about shit. But those who
''govern'' us all, know all this already, and totally refuse to ever
make any real changes, so things can only get worse, and within
10-20 years, we will be not only a third-world nation, but the
entire world is going to be a very sorry place. I am just glad that
the gods placed my current-me birth at a point in all of this where
I won't have to live to see any of this shit.
Now
think about this for a dam second, kind people: This is the general
story. How about when you have to be one of the special people that
not only live through the general nightmare all around them, but on
top of that, they also have their own special problems, given them
by those oppressing forces just mentioned. Now I am not implying for
a second that authority is bad, because it is needed to keep the
peace for all of us. I have great respect for the concept and idea
of the entire American system. But this can get dangerous real fast
when all of it begins to spiral out of control. Right now I can see
it as clearly as I can see my ten fingers typing in front of my
eyes. This new media system of what has been named, SOCIAL, was
planned as was the entire interconnected networking of personal
computers (internet), decades ago, and I can prove it. I wish I
could get real specific about conversations that I had with
extremely interesting people, but because fame and power is
involved, I wouldn't dare begin to really elaborate on some of this,
but boy of boy would I love to, folks. Let me nutshell this for you.
The free press is a cool idea, and if it was not such an intricate
topic, I would type out a blog that would probably cause me to
either be murdered today, or wish that I had been, either or. Many
countries are government-press owned, and if you step out of line,
you could be jailed or tortured or killed, or RAW. But here, we have
something more wild than any of this. We have a new age god, the
FREE PRESS. But if you think that this does not become its own mind
shaping little or not so little intellectual mafia of a sort; then
you are kidding and deluding yourselves hyper huge time, kind folks.
You are clueless to a billion words that I could string together
that would prove so many monstrous things, you would most likely
never be able to sleep without lots of night lights on for the rest
of your lives. What hurts me and my blog is that I cannot ever cross
lines altogether and really get totally specific about many things
that have led me to the life I live, or the sub-vampiric death I
die, whichever way you wish to see this truth. Here comes Morty
Mortino the death angel over on my right side, at 11:256 this
Thursday morning. This prick does not come around if things are
good. He is scanning positions of potential cross-over people;
to quote the great Jenny L. Hewett.
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 11:28,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE,88 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 68%, FEELING LIKE 99 DEGREES.
PREDICTED
HIGH TODAY IS 92 DEGREES.
WIND
IS WSW AT 5, WITH GUSTS TO 7.
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-88/L-75).
Hello,
alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am
ZERANNISS
ARTHUR YANCY JONES,
from
Dogtown,
and then Sahasra
Dal Kanwal;
thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJKK.
The problem all along folks, is that all the while, her family who
hates me on the Astral-Plane because I dare to love this Almighty
Goddess, in ways that mortals are not supposed to; and as a result,
things for me get ''dreamed-down here in the hyperspace waking and
non-waking realities, where I am being monstrously mistreated and
viciously abused by them, in their hyperspace-equivalent
entity-self-persona's, and some if not the vast majority of these,
all reside in or surrounding and near, the mighty playground of the
planet, AKA ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG! When I moved on May
1, 1980, into 1802 Robin Hill, you have all heard me discuss the
wild two ''DREAMING-INTERACTIONS'', first the LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS
deal where SSJKK sings this incredible song to me and when I come
out of this experience, I knew that I always knew this person,
endlessly and eternally, and yet the song could only be remembered
in a couple of tiny bursts, and from this it was recreated, with
some help from Tom Glenn who went onto do a lot of work with the
National Football League; mighty powerful Jessica Simpson,
WEEEEEEEEEEE! The second interaction was a couple of months or so
later on, with the magical black cat, Gawky Gaukauk who meowed the
lottery number that was to come out that evening in the famous
Pennsylvania Pick-it Lottery, a relatively new invention, as
lotteries were around less than a decade back then, huh Mister
Morgan Collins, and if you don't raise the roof or Mister Kings
dogs, then maybe, just maybe sir, I won't raise the rent on my
Flower Wing! You can tell Diana's GAP brother that I said so. But
during the time in-between these two nocturnal events, the LOIS FOCA
and the GAGA, for a quick way of putting this; I entered a contest,
and sent my two disco dance tunes to a radio station in Trenton, and
called myself, “Dynamite Sound”, 'Stomin' Normin' and Colin, not
Cuzz POW! I had no way of knowing that this TAWF CLAN from hell was
in the BIZZ, and had even bigger plans to get into the music bizz,
back then. BUTTTTTTTTT, Mister War-Hero Levy dynamite resourceful
family branches all notwithstanding here; when I sent that, mister
Inductatherm Allberries Pedersen, I feel that a major time warp was
not breached at all as my Cuzz Trumpie believes. It is all way more
logical than all this fuckiGN time travel horse shit, YO, and IPYT,
you all's out here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe traveling
physically in time outside the normal speed we all pass forward
through it is not part of any of this, but there is another wild
thing, and perhaps much wilder and more surreal than even this.
First, before I go on further, I am man enough to admit my errors,
and even take back and retract shit when I am wrong. When I enlarged
the J-Picture Element Graphic of the WAYV, I realized that I had
misspoken regarding being hacked and having the Trenton frequency
number removed. It was only printed on the J-PEG, not in any of the
shit below on the chart that I paste-copied into my blog, sorry
about that. When I am wrong, I am wrong, right Lenny Orbach
Dirty-dance Briscoe????
PATTY-PAULA
KING; YOU ARE ONE KNOCK OUT GORGEOUS CHICK. BUT YOUR SOUL IS MADE OF
SNAKES, FIRE, STONE, AND DOG-DUNG!
HOLY
MOLEY MOLLY RINGWORM SCRATHERS!!!!!
HOLY
MOLEY MOLLY RINGWORM SCRATHERS!!!!!
HOLY
MOLEY MOLLY RINGWORM SCRATHERS!!!!!
HOLY
MOLEY MOLLY RINGWORM SCRATHERS!!!!!
Lightning
Goddess Diana
Zuudlecronessia
Arteemis;
you are totally beyond white hot!!!
BUTTTTT,
that is not the issue for this blog, kind folks. What is the
issue, is 1980, moving into 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, and my doing
those four demo songs, The
Morning Light,
lost
Love,
Love
So High,
and Long
River Blues;
on April 30th
and May 1st
of that year; while simultaneously moving into this place, and doing
my shift at the recording studio where I worked then, the RPL
Sound Studio Labs,
at 1100 State Street, & 1558 Pierce Avenue, Camden, New Jersey,
USA-ESMWG!
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. Even down
to who it was that fate or RAW was behind transferring this data to
me, cosmically speaking, is my own bizz. Even my great marvelous
sixth cousin four times removed thinks he knows, and I promise him,
no sir! We'll leave things right there since he is busy at the
moment finding his pathway to catapult himself into becoming the
most powerful man on Earth. WEEEEEEEE! Hey, in much of localized
surrounding parallel parts of the hyperspace, we all know there are
two of them, one 'R' and one 'D' that get in, one over here, one
over there, and so forth. Towel seepage and hyperspace equation is
way too complicated to even think of tackling enough right now, so
as to be able to properly or accurately use, for making any 100%
predictions beyond those great two peeps. And personally, I couldn't
care less, Oranthal Medical Center J.S. Of 1970!
Dave
Roth told me that he learned that peeps can be forced to agree to do
things in exchange for lessening their prison sentences, and
normally this means stuff like rat out their accomplices or things
along that line, but in cases you never will hear about on law shows
or the news, they actually are told to annoy and harass people on a
list of their HATED, and I am on this list. Scott Ransom told me
that, back in mother fucking 1988 in a bugged up automobile; and
maybe I broke the law to ascertain this information; but if no other
way exists other than to wear a Lenny-Wire, then as Lenny says, “Now
we'll do it my way”, forget fucking Frankie. It took me all this
time to realize how to put things into a proper time context. Dave
had been over at some of his buddies homes, watching the show that I
was later to discover and fall in love with, myself; Law &
Order. The World Owner pricks have known of me and followed my life
since I was a baby on fucking formula. Now my daughter reminds me
that indeed there is a formula, and not the math one that we all
know about. But all this can wait. Later on we will get into this
huge shit, as well as huge other shit that will blow off the socks
of any math enthusiast, as I demonstrate major GAWNUM answers over
the past weeks, months, and even years, while all this fucking crap
has been on going with me since the pipe maintenance man games
expert, and then going off line shortly thereafter for a quite
magical amount of days, good old biblical 70. Yes SHE was so right
about my needing to talk about the seventies more, remember that
blog folks?
AT
LEAST THE WILD VIVID NIGHTMARES OR MAJOR HEAVIER THAN NORMAL THREE
DAY EXPLORATRONIC SHIT STOPPED A WHILE BACK, I HAD TO ENDURE THREE
NIGHTS STRAIGHT OF ALMOST A 1970 THAT FAMILY VENTNOR, NEW JERSEY
HELL, ALL OVER AGAIN, ONLY IT WAS NOT IN A SERIAL DREAMING THE WAY
THAT WAS BACK IN FUCKING TIME, LIVING ALL ALONE AT AGE 15, ILLEGALLY
ACTUALLY; OVER AT CHILD MOLESTER THOMAS J. REALE'S HOME THAT HE SOLD
AROUND A QUARTER CENTURY LATER GIVE OR TAKE, TO SARAH CALLIO MARTINO
MCGETTIGANS ENRON WATER COMPANY OF ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, OR THE
ATLANTIC CITY MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY. HOLY SWEATING
SKUNK WEEDS OF THE FONDA FOREST OF TOTAL SLEAZE; IS ANY OF THIS EVEN
A CHANCE IN A TOTAL FUCKING MILLION, JUST SOME WILD AND WEIRD
COINCIDENCE, MISTER YOGI BERRA, AND FINEST DETECTIVES OF NEW YORK
CITY, AMERICA'S FINEST, AS I NOW ASK YOU THIS IN TRUTH, ON YOUR
HONOR AS SWORN TO PROTECT AND SERVE OFFICERS OF THE LAW OF THIS
LAND??????? You see people, I believe that anyone willing to do that
job; deserves our respect.
If you disagree with something, you can always have a day in court;
and these fine police persons will be the first to tell you and me
this. There was absolutely no excuse for that horrible lady who is
actually two years older than I am; acting that way the other day,
when she was stopped for speeding; and saying that horrible crap to
an officer, who was just doing his job, protecting our children from
reckless non-caring drivers. Holy Moley, what is the world coming
to, kind people????????????
This
was before my meds were cut off, PB-AG of Florida-USA. You look so
beautiful on TV, lovely blond!!!!!!!!!!! Read on, ma'am!
I
am way to sick and hot, and fucked up to blog by the heat of day any
more, so maybe I will come back and talk about the great invention
of 1980 and how it wiped me out, or led to my fucking 400 foot wave
wipe out, JEEEEEEEZ FONTY & TWINBAY!
Oh the gods, something super huge is right around the corner, I
know it because I already saw it go down all over hyperspace!!!!!!!!
Shutting up is not always a cure-all for mitigating my great woes,
oh world!!!!
WHERE
HAS 1967 DISSAPPEARED TO, LESTER KAITER???? This is going to be a
real mother fucking nasty ass BOTBAR TIMES CUNT LAPPING X
DAY FOR ME, Louise Hendershodt.
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity; Courtesy of TWB.
Why
won't you repair that great Jupiter-Cam, oh GAP-TWB? We all miss it
so much, YO!!!!
“NEVER
SEEING JUST HOW MUCH WE HAD”
Words
of beyond the ages wisdom, right US © Office-'83?
“NEVER
SEEING JUST HOW MUCH WE HAD”
Words
of beyond the ages wisdom, right US © Office-'83?
“NEVER
SEEING JUST HOW MUCH WE HAD”
Words
of beyond the ages wisdom, right US © Office-'83?
“NEVER
SEEING JUST HOW MUCH WE HAD”
Words
of beyond the ages wisdom, right US © Office-'83?
“NEVER
SEEING JUST HOW MUCH WE HAD”
Words
of beyond the ages wisdom, right US © Office-'83?
“NEVER
SEEING JUST HOW MUCH WE HAD”
Words
of beyond the ages wisdom, right US © Office-'83?
Why
not put this on your Mike & Diane show?
And
the danger would be great, and today would be too late, if we put
the letter 'C' back before the letter 'B', or put the letter 'G'
back before the letter 'D'. But Now's the time to make it rhyme, and
not to do so is a crime, the mountaintops are there to climb. Oh yes
they are, wonderful great mighty KING
FAMILY, oh yes
they are!!!!
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
LATE GREAT ATLANTIC CITY JOHN?
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
LATE GREAT ATLANTIC CITY JOHN?
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
LATE GREAT ATLANTIC CITY JOHN?
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
LATE GREAT ATLANTIC CITY JOHN?
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
LATE GREAT ATLANTIC CITY JOHN?
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
LATE GREAT ATLANTIC CITY JOHN?
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
LATE GREAT ATLANTIC CITY JOHN?
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
LATE GREAT ATLANTIC CITY JOHN?
Cut
me a break Margie and WAYV, YO!!!!!!!!!
Well,
for reasons eternally unknown to me or Hawking or Einstein, or any
of us; I am supposed to take a hose near the boardwalk, and wash
myself
off, even though I will come to my car fully dresses just as I am
right now, JOHN KING, and may not even go to the beach. David
Drugboy Washcloth Handswasharvest, sir, and ex-boss of mine, should
I now take us to our diminishing power-level time ship, and say that
we only can make it back now to this very day while I drive onto the
parking lot of the KING DAVID HOTEL, or one of them, owned by the
great and late, Mister KING, with his great dogs on top of the roof
of the WAYV Building, overlooking Mitch Williams Baywatch Levy Tower
of the great ALMIGHTY ATLANTIC CITY BEACH PATROL,
http://www.acbp.com/ and
WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YES,
MISTER WOW-NDERFUL MACY; a definite freaking W-----O-----W
is most obviously deserved right about here,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jeese Louise, Surfer Fonty old buddy,
old pal.
I
managed to ring the elevator button from outside, with all this
going on, and this seemed to break or interrupt whatever or whoever
was exploratronically having a total fucking cunt eating blast with
me on the AWEN, or Astral World Entertainment Network. I may have a
tiny miniscule audience on this realm, but my ratings on the
Astral-Plane, so I've been told by the gods, is NUMBER-1, and have
been. Gee, can anyone even begin to imagine why? Folks, today is a
lot quieter than Sunday which got quiet after I posted my prior
blog, and after horrendous BOTBAR SATURDAY; but still, the
HUNTINGTON CURSE NEVER EVER goes away, and we all know that, or we
should unless we're fucking ass total morons!!!!!!!
So
beat
those great Macy drums,
Westchester State College, of either Pennsylvania or New York; as
this is unknown, even to the all
seeing Mountainpen,
shoelaces, Pacific Avenues of Atlantic City, and all Mike McNulty's
of the world, not
withstanding.
Oh and yes, it is time MMCN, YO, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
and SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!
Cut me a big ass break, willya Margie 1985 Leo??????????
Thank
you for translating the
great flower song, Joe Flash Berrios.
But
why after that did you damage my automobile,
and secretly bug me and record what I said, as Nate the Resident
Manager told me he saw you do in late 1989 or early ninety
thereabout, what gives here, my bratha?????????????????????
Yeah, I'll say brother any way I want to. My father's great great
grandparents were from Johannesburg and Lisbon; so I cannot help it
if I am the whitest looking N in the world; Lenny jit bag McKinnon,
old pal; from all planes!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
where would I go if I could not go quite back as far as 1969 to
change shit with Sarah Nurockey Krassle, but could still get
physically back almost that far? Well, we have been here, so now let
us move on to where there is only enough power to get back to that
day in the summertime in 1997 at John King's parking lot. WOW, this
may get better than a lot of you can even imagine, but it may take a
little thinking, after you end the reading, and then log off of the
blog, as it may not hit you right dead on immediately, just as a lot
of shit misses me until sometimes days or even years later, and then
boy do I fall down on the ground one minute and say, Crissake YO,
now I fucking ass get it, RHM! Holy Hannah, and Keisha!!!! HERE
WE MOTHER FUCKING GO AGAIN!!!!!!
*****W-----O-----W*****
MARK
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negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of is that you
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SEPTEMBER, 2015, WEDNESDAY, 11:44 P.M.
CHAPTER
078,
HELL
IS FIXED
IN STONE
AND FIRE
Good
hot gravy, ex-partner PP, why don't we open up a cause called
Planned Parenthood 2? Now don't anyone make more out of that little
squib than mere simple humor, YO!
Mister
Marcucci and all of the great Cooley Hall gang of th elate sixties,
like freaking WOW!
My
asshole nabe across from me was really bing bong banging away this
afternoon and again early in the evening, but nothing too terribly
bad. Also the last half hour of trading 'on the street', Richard
Cardplayer Barfkarpf of Cherry Hill-86, I had some bullshit freeze
ups on cable-TV, but that is par for the course most days. I forgot
to mention that Diana was around back on Tuesday afternoon, again,
with lovely beautiful lightning all over the place. I think I saw
one distant flash around dark tonight, off to the northwest.
AHA-AHA-AHA, Mike McNulty.
The
market went way up on Tuesday, Monday was Labor Day with no trading;
and then it was down today, Wednesday. This mother fucking thing
can't make up its god dam mind.
Which
one? Give me a break, YO!
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There
are so many mother fucking things to discuss, and I am way too dam
sleepy now to begin to say BOO, in or out of 2010.
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There's
a new kid in town, I don't want to hear it, there's a new kid in
town, I don't want to hear it. Not in 1978, not in 2015, not on
WAYV, not on WFMU, and not in the great King Residence either, YO
peeps!
I
also don't mother fuckiGN want to hear jerk off dirt ball
Morty-Mortino the Death Angel on my left side, at two minutes past
dam ass midnight!
Just
what did I ever do to any of these slobs, kind Sheriff sir, that I
deserve all of this 1981 Pandora's Box Treatment, fully opened with
all River-Snakes of Krassleville spewing out all over the place, and
not racing up Mister Krassle's escalator of life???????? Pay the
cable TV their rightful share, all you music celebs;
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT.
OH
GEEEEE-WILIGARS;
the mighty Doctor
Harold Camping said it all;
OH MY. You and I don't fool the Almighty Lordess Jehovah Stacey
Krassle with our cute clever non swearing lingo. Darn means dam,
heck means hell, gash and golly are GOD, Jeese and gee and gee wiz
and gee willagars is all JESUS, Shoot and shucks is shit, fudge and
freak and fook, and a dozen others, are all FUCK, and so forth.
What; you seriously think that you are outsmarting Almighty GODDESS
Jehovah? Let me go YUK-YUK-YUK, anda dozen or so “Oh
MY'S”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2006-2015,
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
(BOM) BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
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THIS
IS A PHONY DUPLICATION, AND BECAUSE THAT LADY STOLE MY COPYRIGHT
FORM, I CANNOT EVEN PRINT UP THE PAULA KING REGISTRATION
NUMBER!!!!!!!!!
THE
TERRORIST GIRL, WAS THE HYPERSPACE DARK SHADOWS PARALLEL WORLD
CLEANING LADY!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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