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AUDIENCE IN SHADE RATIO:
One
thing it never ever is anymore around here, is quiet. Two things it
never ever is, is quiet, and peaceful. These pricks across from me do
not use that apartment for storage. Debra the Resident Manager is
boldly lying to my face. When the men came to take door frame
measurements yesterday afternoon, both my door and the door across
from me needed to be opened up at the same time. I could not help but
to see into the apartment. Very expensive looking furniture is in
there. Where would they get money for this unless someone is paying
them off to persecute me and never ever fucking leave, year after
year? My Spell check has been hacked AGAIN, Federal Communications
Commission and ?Federal Bureau of Investigation. Let me boot off and
come back on. I must be the most important obscure and invisible
human being to ever grace the surface of this totally screwed up
mother fuckiGN planet in the history of any and all humankind. Aniwho
YO; the Spell Check has been repaired as usual, by booting off and
back on again, BOB CHAIRMAN/DIRECTOR LATE, MCDOWELL, of Fort Wayne,
Indiana, United States of America! Let's take a walk through Cooley
Hall sometime, and reminisce about your little dick in the mouth,
BRUCE A. PENNOCK, Mister Mackey telling you that you'd grow up and be
a man some day, and so many other really cool things. Oh holy
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE and Sarah Jacobson Watergate!
GEE-WILLIGARS
and by gash by golly, Merry Soda Shops and surf board carriers all
over the place; or two out of the three heavens discussed in the
bible scriptures; what NEXT, lovely Judge Judy? Morianity honors you
with a happy Briper, AKA, happy 20 years with your great television
show. Keep on trucking girl! You and PH are so great together, you
guys both rock and rule, in more ways than one, but then, you know
that, and don't need poor old dummy loser little me, to tell you guys
a thing.
Void
infinity (singularity) is the Phase-1 level of existence and is the
first heaven. Plank or the realm of spiritual existence (purgatory)
is the Phase-2 level of existence and is the second heaven. The third
heaven is the visible heavens that we all see in the night skies as
we peer into the vast darkness and the stars in our Milky Way Galaxy.
Those living awake and aware on the planet inside there called Earth,
are all a part of this third heaven, and this is indeed the Phase-3
level of existence. The SKIP-SPACE-HACK or (SS-HACK) is very bad, and
has been for quite a while now, Bob McDowell, late Chairman and
Director of FCC. Hey, we can take a walk up to the magical highway
gate to see if anything is really buried underneath the ground. You
of all people should have some interest in any device that may
regulate or in some way interfere with or control, communications.
Mike Sodas the power puncher used to call it the Highway Gate, you
know, just a ways beyond the Lilly's Lilliputian Livery. I think the
great powerful Christmas Tree Angel, perfect or imperfect as the case
may be in 2009, and her friends; renamed the word 'highway' in a
clever and very significant way, don't you, old buddy??????? So how
did your offspring turn out, Bob ol' buddy, just wondering in me' ol'
age, maitee, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And
most of all, when the red leaves fall. People pass me by, never ask
my name. I can wonder why, but it's still a shame. Yet I can always
find when I look behind, that the world was kind.
Now
what world was I mother fuckiGN living in back in 1975, when I wrote
those lyrics to the song called, “RED LEAVES”???????
boy
oh boy oh boy oh boy, do I wish I had been right on the money just
once in my miserable fucking life, Sheriff Mascara, sir!
You
just go right on laughing at me.
I know a magic person from Long
Beach Island,
who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister; and
told me.
You
know, that SHE'LL get me for this. Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Only
one truth prevails over everything. That would be the Exploratronic
Supermind,
AKA the PEEFOREY.
The Peeforey is the P4E or the realm of the PHASE-4-ENTITY of the
PLANK (Astral-Plane). Only through this incredible fucking shit,
great folks; can all these wild things in my life, and your lives
many times whether you dam ass know it or not; be happening. Whenever
I talk about some things, not all things, its roots come from other
parallel side bands of atomic reality, where very mind elevated guru
types have mastered th eart of not only Fascitar, but all of Patty
Hollister's great hidden parlor tricks from the other side. It is
those people in those universes where the roots and stems of shit I
go through here, actually take place and exist. But until Kaku and
the gang from NYU begin to really experiemnt with Quantum Life
Dynamics as I name this new discipline; then I'll be continually and
endlessly mocked and scorned by this asshole society around me. I
totally get that. It is exactly what I would expect to be happening,
for crissake. If you hit a brick wall in your car at 80 miles per
hour, you can expect a big splat and no more you. Same thing! I am
not a reality denier, any more than any jew is a Holocaust Denier.
Get it yet!
Now
folks, if you suddenly should find yourself helpless and alone, in a
zoo cage filled with hungry lions, tigers, bears, along with great
powerful Dorothy twisters, from the OZ-CURTAINS, and so much more
from melting water witches to all real life computer hacks and
glitches; take heart, cheer up, and jump on the biggest soap box you
can find and yell out these words: I
am not alone. They did this to the great master and lord Jesus, and
they did this to the nephew of the sixty-first grand son of one of
his younger brothers.
No
sir, you won't die in any lonely hearts club, IPYT!!!!
Links To Previous Posts Below:
About Me:
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- © MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM) 2006-2015
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- Name: theansweristheqyuestion
- Location: Hammonton, New Jersey, United States
Not
boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly
say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived
here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with
awareness.
Oh
GEEEEEE and JEEEEEEEZ, Optimist Twinbay; what is next for poor old
cursed fucking mountainpen? After 1986 through 1996, and think about
it folks, I never stabbed two pretty innocent women out in Cali like
Oranthal did, nor did I burn down any swimming clubs, or steal any
money from people, like owner of Haddonwood Mister Tony Zenun did. I
may be an occasional wise ass, but I am not a wise guy. I even grew
up, like Bob McDowell did; mister Daniel Mackey, sir. Yet and still,
nasty threats were made to my mom and me, on the 2nd day of August,
in 1996; just a few months after my writing the
song SARAH,
about
my lovely queen.
They
did not like any part of my trying to get the song recorded,
let alone more than that, getting a once huge star to sing it, Mister
Billy Harner. The locals in my area knew him as the [human
percolator]. He was one helluva super cool dude. They certainly did
not ever want the song 2 get any airplay, but it did, on WVLT radio
in Vineland, New Jersey, as one dude, [George and George] as he
called himself, would call every week and request the song to B
played, and so it was. It even made it for one week to the number one
spot on country music charts, in the independent music system, which
if you ever saw a published [pie-chart], from those who should know,
the great BMI, as only ASCAP and BMI are the 2 biggest royalty
collecting agents in the entire global music industry, and by their
pie chart, independent music makes up more than half of the major
recording labels all put together, so don't sneeze at my minimal
success. I paid federal taxes on musical royalties, and collected
small royalties from 1998 when WVLT started airing SARAH, up until it
slowed to a trickle of pocket change about 1 and 1/2 years ago, a
helluva nice little run!!! I wrote Sarah, the song, on the 12th day
of May of 1996, and my search and quest to locate my lovely teen
queen super girl, was less than a year old. There is so much 2 tell
all of U regarding this, and I'll get 2 it all, but first, gotta
admit that it is a bit weird that August 1, of 2006, ten years later
to the day except for 24 hours, and I am physically threatened again.
If this dude keeps messing with me, it'll B his funeral!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Chapter 49 Just Call Me Poor-Whittle Ugly Old Joe Shmo, Who's Out of 'his' SPACE-TIME-MIND!
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Chapter 49 Just Call Me Poor-Whittle Ugly Old Joe Shmo, Who's Out of 'his' SPACE-TIME-MIND!
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Chapter 49 Just Call Me Poor-Whittle Ugly Old Joe Shmo, Who's Out of 'his' SPACE-TIME-MIND!
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Chapter 49 Just Call Me Poor-Whittle Ugly Old Joe Shmo, Who's Out of 'his' SPACE-TIME-MIND!
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Chapter 49 Just Call Me Poor-Whittle Ugly Old Joe Shmo, Who's Out of 'his' SPACE-TIME-MIND!
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Chapter 49 Just Call Me Poor-Whittle Ugly Old Joe Shmo, Who's Out of 'his' SPACE-TIME-MIND!
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Chapter 49 Just Call Me Poor-Whittle Ugly Old Joe Shmo, Who's Out of 'his' SPACE-TIME-MIND!
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Chapter 49 Just Call Me Poor-Whittle Ugly Old Joe Shmo, Who's Out of 'his' SPACE-TIME-MIND!
Is
Your Doctor a Memorial Doctor?
Is
Your Doctor a Memorial Doctor?
Is
Your Doctor a Memorial Doctor?
Is
your lab-technician an ESS traveler, or just the Almighty Goddess of
this multiverse? My cousin thinks one of us is, Ron Wirtz, and Kenny
Mascara!!!
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I
hate your fucking guts for what you did to me; Mister
BonJovi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Basically, this began the other side of
the curtains for me, and you can tell Emy-Louise Cicone that I said
so, now or fucking 32 years and six months ago, YO!!!!!!!!!! But I am
not the fucking retard that you think I am, sir. The following
sentence explain why you did this to me. You
all know well that they would lose their mother fuckiGN mind, and
then they'd come after a lot of you; and THAT
sir Rockdroid Rottenberry Blucran, is a HELL YOU CAN'T FACE. But
don't take my fucking word for it. Ask Doctor Harold Camping of
Family Stations Incorporated, YO!!!!!! Reality can be strung together
very easily, and it makes sense even jumbled up. This is because all
dots indeed do connect and all things are commingled, no matter how
many ordinary factory worker types laugh and sneer about the idea. I
did factory work so I am not saying anything to that, but merely am
illustrating a basic mind set amongst the small and close minded of
this world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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TRANSMISSION.
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