The Bum Classification, Chapter 18
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Holy
moley, nothing makes any sense. If five people are all there were
that went up on this blog today, this would all be me checking, so
that means not one real person came up to view me. So how then did my
total all time view count go from around 980 all the way up to the
000 count? Something fishy in Denmark, as the old expression goes,
and I've never been to Denmark, nor have I had too much occasion to
study the place beyond normal geographic location and some basic
facts we all learn in 8th or 9th grade in
school for crissake cubed.
I
get up to nearly a hundred large, and then it is like pulling teeth
to cross me over to it. This is beautiful because it fits directly
into all the other stuff that these blogs have claimed go on in my
life, all the dam time, for 61 straight years since the doctor
smacked my ass for exiting my mom's body. Let me want something
really bad, silly as it may be, as if 100,000 view total is going to
make my life change one tiny teeny freaking iota, but still, let me
want something real bad, and POOF, it appears to run away from me
with dependability as if propelled with nuclear fuel on atomic
freaking steroids. So this latest shit, is just here to further prove
my claims. But I want to be believed, and so again, POOF, this too
eludes me like the great butterflies of early seventies love and
great hit radio tunes, YO. Clockwork Swiss precision, forget about
dam Denmark.
©
Mark Wayne Mohr 2006-2015
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Of Mountainpen (BOM)
I
will myself from my bed, straight into the great capitol city of
Sahasra Dal Kanwal, or (HEAVEN). It sure beats the hell out of
willing myself to Dogtown, or (HELL) Still, all joking aside; I'll
move on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
Seaport Hotel of Boston, Massachusetts. Hey not that far away in a
suburb of the city, called Braintree, in February of 1948, my late
distant cousin Arthur Huntington, hung himself in a basement of his
home, after murdering his wife and mother in law quite brutally with
an ax, in their sleep. LOVELY FAMILY I HAVE! I would turn my back on
the ocean in a hurricane before I would think about trusting them
with a 180 turn for a New York freaking micro second,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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