CHAPTER
0008
MEGAHELL
ON STEROIDS
It
is bed time, and I plan on taking my lightning goddess DZA to a
lovely park with a gorgeous waterfall, as she loves waterfalls and
gets quite passionate with me when we go to these spots.
I
have mother fucking had the worst few years in a row now that anyone
can possibly imagine. After 2011 ended, I realized that my mother
fucking mathematical port-in-the-storm equation of the years
1969-1980-1994-2011, were a lot more accurate than I had once god dam
believed. Why do I look back in 2015 in much clearer and greater
fucking hindsight folks, YO? Simple, my BRO! I thought that 2008-2011
was real bad. It was real bad. But mother fucking shit eating
2012-2015 has been two to three times fucking worse, if this is even
conceivable, imaginable, and able to be existing outside of pure
unadulterated fucking fantasy. My final PITSY or port in the storm
year will be the year of 2031, according to that equation. Only my
physical health began failing me quite significantly during this
period of 2012-2015, while simultaneously, they poured on the
persecution even worse than ever before, and then went so far as to
cut me off from taking the medicine that I had been taking since July
of 1983; and this totally wiped out
any chance for me to live much longer. THAT is obviously why I
have heard the mother fuckiGN Angel of Death all around me so
incredibly frequently, over the past quarter dozen years now; not
that this has not been real bad before that.
When
I am all through telling every intimate detail, of every huge secret
that I know; there honest to mother fuckiGN god, won't be any place
for thousands of super evil villains and pricks; to
even think about hiding in. Talk about scriptures that
proclaim people are calling for rocks to fall down on them and crush
them into oblivion, rather than face what is in store for
them. Jesus mother fuckiGN goddess almighty!!!!
Well
all great Palm Beach Television people; I do not need to be Gawky
Gaukauk, to know that I was minding my own whittle freaking bizz back
in middle 1980, after leaving my home at 112 East Fifth Avenue, in
Mantua, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG; for my first of three eventual stays
at a place once called by me (THE FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD), and
later to be known by me and others all over that area, as the (ROBIN
HILL APARTMENTS). So much fits here, Clueless Pool-Roy. But then,
Gawky Magic allknower; we cannot leave out the two greats, who moved
my mother and me, into 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, in Lindenwold,
New Jersey, or the two greats shortly thereafter, who wanted to know
why I was so far from my home!!!!!!!!!!! JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
FONTY.
Boy I am clueless; but thanks for the cool books, Mister Colaman. SUP
LOVELY JOAN???
Yes
ladies and gentlemen, I may be a little behind figuring all of this
out, and some have recently helped and aided me, one not done nicely
at all, but all said and done, it was Dutch Uncle good for me, in the
long running play and scheme of all things. There was a toy I enjoyed
messing with while visiting with my three friends in the summer time
in 1997, after coming home from swimming in the ocean in Atlantic
City, New Jersey, at the Berlin Radio Shack, on the Route-30 White
Horse Pike, Fred Windstein, Mirrors Craig, and Hard-Knuckles Don.
This toy was sold by Tandy back then, and would make sounds as you
pushed interactive buttons on it. We all would crack up when it would
ask me who I was and I said, “The Mayor”, and the thing would ask
again, and I repeated it in a real smart-ass voice, and after a short
pause, this cool thing would say to me, “You're clueless”. Well,
if it had been happening two years earlier, I would have bought it
for the dude in the Haddonwood swimming pool. We then could have had
a gift swap or exchange or RAW, back when he gave me those cool books
from the Washington Heights, New York Library about all sorts of
scientific shit. I have it to this day, and wonder forever why
certain few things seemed to be destined to make it down here that
night on 11 December of 2009, when I ran away from the KINGS, to
escape to Florida, with practically nothing but what I was wearing
and a few bags thrown into the back seat and the trunk of a mid-sized
car.
I
am somewhere in a parallel universe, and court ordered to be in this
horrible place. It is like a sike-ward in a fruit cake factory, but
different in many ways. If I do or say anything at all, I get
horribly punished. A woman runs the place. It is beyond nightmarish
cubed. I have one good friend there, and it is someone I never met
here or anywhere else in the multiverse, that I am able to
consciously remember anyway. There are things so unbloggable that are
in this, and unless I feel I will be dead in hours, I doubt I'll tell
it. This was written earlier this year, but the night before last, I
never told you how I was back there in this place, and the major shit
that went down. It amazes me that fucking Sunday wasn't the real bad
day for me, as usually following major hyperspace memory retrieval or
vivid dreaming remembered upon awakening, the day is real fucking bad
for me. Still I will tell you a little bit about this place. It is
the size of many towns if not bigger. I believe it is about 75 square
miles, only not a perfect square; but close to being as wide as it is
long. It also has three stories in most of it, while a smaller area
of it has only one or two, as well as even four or five, and by
small; I mean a quarter of this place's total unfathomably gargantuan
area. I was trying to run away and I
had my escape well planed, yet I was caught; and the guard that was
assigned to me, had this wild weapon, like nothing I ever saw.
It was like a powerful super laser gun only it had two parts and you
held one part with one hand and held the other part with the other
hand, and there was a very thick cable running between these two
large disc shaped pieces that were held one in each hand. If you were
struck, you would be totally vaporized instantly.
Donald Trump owns this place over there in that parallel universe,
and he comes into the place from time to time to inspect things, and
he loves to give me a really hard time. To say this was a mother
fuckiGN super nightmare experience, would not start to give the
experience justice, IPYT my lovely people out here!!!!!!!!
CALLIO'S
PLANK REALM FLOWERS, AND:
MEGAHELL
ON
STEROIDS, CHAPTER
0008
You
need to view and enjoy two fantastic movies of the past late century,
THE
TRUMAN STORY
and LAWN
MOWER MAN-2.
WHAT
WAS SPOKEN ABOVE IS JUST THAT SIMPLE, AND WITH OR WITHOUT RED COLOR
COLORADO JOHN HENNINGSEN. IT ALSO, TO QUOTE THE GREAT DENNIS SNYDER 9
TIMES OVER, “IS
JUST REALITY,
SON”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FUCKING
TOTAL WHORE JANE THISTLEWEED DOGSHITBREATH, JUST GOT ME MOTHER
'FUCKIGN' AGAIN, FOLKS; WITH HER CUNT EATING GOD DAM PAGE
ELEVEN OF DAM ASS ELEVEN,
YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me cunt phlegm rape please,
(compensate). TANKS!!!!
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OCTOBER
20, 2015,
TUESDAY
MORNING AT 1:24,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 74 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 57%, FEELING LIKE 77 DEGREES.
STEADY
E WINDS ARE BLOWING AT 10.
YOU
KNOW THAT STUPID FUCKING BIPOLAR TV COMMERCIAL THAT SHOWS THAT
BUTTWIPE DUDE CRYING AND LAUGHING?
IN MY MOTHER FUCKING DAY, HAVING
NORMAL EMOTIONS WAS NOT SOME CRIME THE WAY IT IS TODAY.
NOW WE ARE ALL DEMANDED AND COMMANDED TO BE JUST LIKE MISTER MOTHER
FUCKING ASSHOLE SPOCK ON STAR TREK, AND
I AM HERE TO TELL YOU, IT AIN'T NATURAL,
AND IT IS CAUSING ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING SHIT TO BE GOING NUTS,
ALL OVER THIS FUCKING SCREWED UP GLOBE, RIGHT
DOWN TO AMERICA'S GUN VIOLENCE SPREE OF TH EPAST 20
YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
IS ONE GIANT TRUTH, AND THAT, FOLKS:
IPYT
Y'ALL!!!!!!
IPYT
Y'ALL!!!!!!
IPYT
Y'ALL!!!!!!
IPYT
Y'ALL!!!!!!
IPYT
Y'ALL!!!!!!
IPYT
Y'ALL!!!!!!
IPYT
Y'ALL!!!!!!
IPYT
Y'ALL!!!!!!
You
know, only the fucking devil himself, along with all of this
'Rahsty-followers'; could manage to pull this off. He was a bigger
taper over the phone than my buddy from 1972 @ the Cooley Hall. HAY
MACY BUNCH OF PULLED GIBB-LEVY ADSPOTS:
Three-six-nine,
the goose drank wine. The monkey chewed tobacco on the street car
line. The line broke. The monkey got chocked, and we all went to
Sahasra Dal Kanwal on a little row about, that's a fact. Check it
out. Do not pout!
Just
in case you don't yet know, sure there is a god almighty and there is
a Satan-devil. But god ain't white bearded, a guy, or sitting on a
dam fucking throne with some asshole on each side of 'him'. Satan the
devil has no pitch fork, no horns, and definitely, give me a fucking
break, NO TAIL! His only tail is that dumb tale. This power exists,
and it is real. It is not some silent dead cosmos out there. This
force is cosmos, it has two sides to its coin, and it chooses
different players inside itself to play all sorts of wild incredible
games with. BUTTTTTT,
when it is all said and done;
from nuclear war, to meteor strikes wiping out large animals
sixty-five million years ago, and again
with that 65
number,
but all of it, GAME
GAME GAME;
AND HERE IS ANOTHER
GAME,
called symbolism.
GUESS—-GUESTS---GAMES---SARAH
KRASSLE---ESS,
or the great and powerful (GAP) Exploratronic
Supermind
Society!!!!!!!!!!
Salvation
Army suits all notwithstanding; ''THE END''.
CHAPTER 0004
MEGAHELL
ON STEROIDS
©
BOM 2006-2015 MARK WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
MONDAY
THROUGH FRIDAY IS GOING TO BE BEYOND MOTHER 'FUCKING' CUNT HUFFING
TOTAL HELL FOR ME DURING THIS THANKX-2-GIVENS 2015 DEATH SIEGE, AND
SUPER BULL STOCK CUNT CHEWING FUCKING MARKET RALLY, ON GARBAGE
CRIMINAL FUCKING CHEATING IPCPE-APE WALL STREET!!!!!!!! WEEKENDS MAY
CUT ME A SMALL BRAKE, BUT NO GOD DAM MOTHER FUCKING PANACEA. BUT IT
LOOKS LIKE EVERY TURD SWALLOWING MONDAY, TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY,
THURSDAY, AND FRIDAY; IS GOING TO BE BEYOND
DICK LICKING SUPER MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' BOTBAR FOR ME, FROM NOW
ON, UNTIL THIS GOD DAM ILLEGAL RALLY ON THE STREET IS OVER, IF IT IS
EVER CUNT LAPPING OVER!!!
SPEAKING
OF 'ILLEGAL', THIS DIRT BAG MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' ILLEGAL JERK OFF NON
GUESSING-GUEST ACROSS FROM ME, IS BACK HERE SINCE LATE THIS AFTERNON,
SUPER SLAMMING THAT GOD DAM PUSSY CHEWING MOTHER FUCKIGN DAM ASS
WHORE DOOR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!
LADIES
AND GENTLEMEN; YOU ARE READING CHAPTER 0007
AFTER
MORIANITY PROJECT (AMP)
MEGAHELL
ON STEROIDS
(MOST)
AS
I TOLD YOU ALL, AND GINA TOO; THE STOCK MARKET WILL RACE UP AND UP
AND UP AND UP WHILE THIS CUNT CHEWING ASSAULT ON ME GOES TOTALLY
FUCKING CUNT LAPPING UNPUNISHED!!!!!!!! I AM DEALING WITH A TOTALLY
CROOKED COUNTY, STATE, AND FEDERAL GOVERNMENT TOO. THEY ARE GOING TO
STAND BY AND ALLOW BLOOD THIRSTY MURDERING FUCKING TOTAL SCUM ON WALL
STREET TO MURDER ME IN COLD BLOOD, A LITTLE PATHETIC SPECIAL
EDUCATION KID WITH NO FAMILY SUPPORT, NO FRIENDS, AND ''NO NOTHING'',
TO QUOTE THE MIGHTY DIANA FUCKING ROSS!!!!!
To
be quite mother fucking prick banging honest with 'challs'; I thought
it would be up more like this amount with a dam ass zero on the end
of the right digit. You can't trust the press, or anything connected
with that miserable no talent fuckiGN rotten witch Oprah Winfrey. I
heard on the news something about her shit today causing the markets
to fucking soar. Soar my dick licking fucking asshole. I don't call a
forty point or so move up, a soar, not in the 21st fucking
cunt century, maybe back in the days shortly following my first rape.
After my looped reversed digits second rape by hypnotizing
somnambulist Patty-Paula, that kind of a move ain't mother fucking
dick licking piss!!!
I
will be telling some gigantic secrets soon:
-----1-----Why
did enemies kill me through covertly taking away the only medicine I
can survive with and have been on faithfully from summer time 1983
through autumn time 2014, more than 31 years? Does the 2020 census
come to mind.
-----2-----Who
put a very strange fortune cookie message into a broken fortune
cookie a couple weeks ago, and what did it say?
-----3-----Exactly
why did a super cool MACY commercial get as abruptly put off the
television broadcasting system at the very same time, DAWN KING was
sprung from the Seacaucus Rehab Clinic, and does FCC Chairman
McDowell who I was pals with as a young lad, know the great secrets,
and take the 12th and Chi-Cookies $$$$$$$$$$ to keep his
mouth shut?????????? Did anyone threaten his life and the life of his
family who own the three great broadcasting networking systems here
in America?
-----4-----Do
any of you seriously think these are my only real big secrets yet to
come? They are not, even if multiply that number by itself.
I
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Notice how on BLOGGER site, it is all hacked so you cannot read the font. Many internet users are total pussies. They won’t click links and they won’t even highlight with control-A on their keyboard, if it is on some site, such as my rented blogs are on. What amazes me is how my baby mama wanted to put me onto this new info in one of her famous ”dream-communications”, and when I checked it out online, she was right. Aniwho folks, use my link and see all the hacking at BLOGGER, at least here, you can read the shit without highlighting all the dam hacks.
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THE
GREAT WORDPRESS HAS SPOKEN.
Thanks
for the ONES, Mizz Sleazebuckets Fondascuz. I now need to fucking
compensate with my dam FIVES!!!!!!!!!!! This dam bitch is on a roll
like nothing I've seen in cock sucking ass ages and ages, kind folks,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
MIKE MCNULTY!
MEGAHELL
ON STEROIDS
CHAPTER
0006
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Well
people, without Mary Tyler Moore standing out on a now non-existing
balcony, on Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic city, New Jersey, USA, let
me remind you of an incident that happened in 1997. I talk a lot
about HISTORY MARKERS, and their REMOVAL by HALLS FAWCES. And why
shouldn't fucking I, kind people. It is about as dam relevant to my
life as a shark cage is to a deep sea diver. One day while I drove
into Atlantic City for a swim in the dam sea, in the summer time
somewhere, back in 1997, while living at that death house in
Somerdale, New Jersey-USA, at 112 Harvard Avenue; and boom, no more
sign along the WHITE HORSE PIKE, for directing traffic into a far
right lane, so as to get onto Tennessee Avenue, and believe me, it
was a hard turn to see and make many times, due to road invisibility
based on many points of weird architecture, as well as traffic
patterns and traffic lights that seemed to set drivers up making it
very easy to miss that one particular turn onto Tennessee Avenue.
One day this sign was just gone, poof. Guess what? As of the time I
left Jersey in December of 2009, THAT SIGN WAS
NEVER EVER REPLACED by the Atlantic City road city division,
or whoever is supposedly there, to make it better and easier for
tourists; and I not being a resident, was a tourist, by pure fuckiGN
definition!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
indeed, HALLS FAWCES know perfectly and totally well, that 10-SC
Avenue in AC-NJ-USA, is indeed a powerful place and point, in some
weird beyond 'something or other' in this wild and beyond
inconceivable video-game simulation, or some reasonable mirrored
fucking image facsimile thereof, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! And don't think for
a New York mother fucking twat itching microsecond that this began
being a major place of significance anywhere near 1997. You would
need to go back to 1965 to make this a bit more accurate. 1964 was
the time that my mother and I would go to vacation at the nearby
large hotel called the Treymore, that is long gone, along with a lot
of America's great historical buildings of yesteryear, replaced by
greed, wealth, progress, and pure moronic stupidity. That's just IMHO
of course, but I have my entitlements, huh great Mashell
Daniels???????????????
Now
as for the year following the Treymore
Hotel, as a young boy, vacationing in Atlantic City; I
will be introducing the long story of how my mom and I, for lengthy
and complicated reasons that I can get into later on and will get to
later on, that are really major and surreal, and beyond outlandish as
far as some of the circumstances leading up to this changing of
hotels, that placed me on Tennessee Avenue, which if this did not
happen, none of all of this life story would have either, quite
naturally, folks!!!!!!!!! Late June and middle August of the summers
of 1965 through 1968, was a collective of eight total vacations, that
my mother and I stayed on 10-SC Avenue near the boardwalk, at a place
called then, the TRINIDAD HOTEL, and today, is now the SUPER 8 HOTEL
CHAIN, another REMOVED HISTORY MARKER, like the great TURNERSVILLE
PATHMARK SHOPPING CENTER was, back in 1996!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But let
me take us all back to this earlier blog chapter, and the wild
experience (vivid dreaming interaction) with Mary Tyler Moore
standing on the Trinidad Hotel Balcony, in her very famous from the
MTM Television show, that began its 1970 season on network
television, and one of the most famous episodes of this evening
sitcom (situation-comedy) you know, like today 'Two and a half men'
or 'Hot in Cleveland'. In this episode in waking life, she wore an
incredibly sexy green dress, and this was obviously one of if not the
most favorite episode made, if men were voting on this, and even
NICK@NITE agrees with me on this, from
when they were airing it in 1994 on that way cool, “Block Party
Summer” evening show they did then. You can't help see the never
ever ever never ending coincidences, such as MC's wife, Mister Nick
Cannon, who was given the entire Nick TV to run over the past decade
or near around there somewhere. But I haven't even gotten near the
real powerful shit that ties in the Guessing game of these mysterious
nocturnal guests, told to me by the Almighty Sarah Krassle, on the
early morning pre-dawn hours of Pearl Harbor Day in 1996 after I left
Highview when I would watch the NICK@NITE
Block Party Summer quite a lot. My days were spent at the Haddonwood
club when I wasn't up at the Redbank National; Park on the Delaware
River, and my nights were spent with, well, do I dare say this;
Hammer mallet man, Nick Cannon???????
Oh
but this all gets a trillion times better, and trust me mother
fuckiGN Planet-Earth, I haven't even cracked open any huge Lake-House
doors off any great hinges, from waitresses and terrorists to songs
and recording studios, and how all of this stuff seemed to be already
known about, detail by detail, by the one and only all mighty and
marvelous greatest all time female recording artist, Mizz Mariah
Carey!!!!!!!!! Trust me people, I haven't even reached the letter 'C'
or 'D', in this blog-alphabet, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This wild game
called, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, told to me by SARAH KRASSLE,
with or without my wearing any future free salvation army clothes,
magical ocean chains, or world notorious playground resort cities,
and so much more it would blow all your dam ass minds from here to a
billion quadrillion decillion Dogtown-USA Plank-World
HELLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
here is Mary Moore, standing on this part of a hotel balcony, that
never existed here, that faced Tennessee Avenue where she was staying
as a 'guest' in a room behind the balcony, and she was wearing her
bright green lovely sexy dress in this wild dreaming hyperspace
experience, back on 12/07/1996. Sarah Krassle and I were out on the
street, and suddenly it all turned into her street in her mirror
imaged city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, and she pointed up to Mary more,
smiled at me, and made that unforgettable Mister M.K. Cole statement
to me, and I quote her again, “Hey boy, lets play a game called
(GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS)”.
Let me ask you all something. If your life contained all of this
fucking shit, and I am not even giving you one god dam fucking
percent of all of it; just WHAT WOULD YOU THINK AND CONCLUDE? Why
judge me so goddess dam mother fucking harshly, YO???
STAY
TUNED FOR CHAPTER 0007, IT ONLY IS GOING TO GET FUCKIGN BETTER AND
BETTER, AND IPYT!!!!
Folks,
there is plenty to say and tell, and time does not afford me that
luxury right now, Don't even ask, as I won't be telling. All sorts of
wild fucking shit is going down all around me, in my endless fucking
ass nightmare called ''MY
LIFE''.
I
am quite sure their evil DOW JONES is flying to the highest fucking
stars, as a result of the persecution on me. It began
on August 15, 1986, and is continuing today; nearly 30 years in th e
future. I never get more than a tiny fucking cunt tid bit of a small
rest from this unrelenting monster ass horror fucking show from
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT,
YO YO YO!!!!
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I
don't forget any rotten juicy little fuckiGN details of my
nightmare hellish monstrous rotten wicked life; ladies and
gentlemen!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These fucking enemy
pricks have again HACKED MY SPELL CHECKER from working, so
I'll need to boot off and on again to
restore it; aren't they a bunch of annoying little fucking babies?
Oh and:
TOTALLY UNLIKE THESE
ADORABLE LITTLE TIKES, YO!
THIS
WONDERFUL PHOTO IS COURTESY OF THE WEATHER BUG, AND ITS GREAT
POSTERS.
THERE
LIES A WORLD THAT AIN'T MY HOME.
AND
SINCE THAT YEAR OF HELL AND WOE,
ETERNAL
TEARS WILL ALWAYS FLOW.
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE;
TWINBAY, TIFFANY, AND JENN WASHBURN!!!
This
is the fucking serenity I need for crissake. Have mercy on me you
rotten fucking world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
HAVE NEVER NEEDED YOU MORE THAN RIGHT NOW LIGHTNING, where ARE YOU
LOVELY BLOND TEEN?????????? PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME DESTROY EVERY DAM
LIVING THING IN THIS COSMOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
HAVE NEVER NEEDED YOU MORE THAN RIGHT NOW LIGHTNING, where ARE YOU
LOVELY BLOND TEEN?????????? PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME DESTROY EVERY DAM
LIVING THING IN THIS COSMOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I HAVE NEVER NEEDED
YOU MORE THAN RIGHT NOW LIGHTNING, where ARE YOU LOVELY BLOND
TEEN?????????? PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME DESTROY EVERY DAM LIVING THING IN
THIS COSMOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I HAVE NEVER NEEDED YOU MORE THAN
RIGHT NOW LIGHTNING, where ARE YOU LOVELY BLOND TEEN?????????? PLEASE
DON'T MAKE ME DESTROY EVERY DAM LIVING THING IN THIS
COSMOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I HAVE NEVER NEEDED YOU MORE THAN RIGHT NOW
LIGHTNING, where ARE YOU LOVELY BLOND TEEN?????????? PLEASE DON'T
MAKE ME DESTROY EVERY DAM LIVING THING IN THIS
COSMOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I HAVE NEVER NEEDED YOU MORE THAN RIGHT NOW
LIGHTNING, where ARE YOU LOVELY BLOND TEEN?????????? PLEASE DON'T
MAKE ME DESTROY EVERY DAM LIVING THING IN THIS
COSMOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I HAVE NEVER NEEDED YOU MORE THAN RIGHT NOW
LIGHTNING, where ARE YOU LOVELY BLOND TEEN?????????? PLEASE DON'T
MAKE ME DESTROY EVERY DAM LIVING THING IN THIS
COSMOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I HAVE NEVER NEEDED YOU MORE THAN RIGHT NOW
LIGHTNING, where ARE YOU LOVELY BLOND TEEN?????????? PLEASE DON'T
MAKE ME DESTROY EVERY DAM LIVING THING IN THIS
COSMOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I HAVE NEVER NEEDED YOU MORE THAN RIGHT NOW
LIGHTNING, where ARE YOU LOVELY BLOND TEEN?????????? PLEASE DON'T
MAKE ME DESTROY EVERY DAM LIVING THING IN THIS
COSMOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SAY
WHAT, GEORGE LIGHTSPEED JEFF?
BUT
THE WORLD WON'T BELIEVE A MOTHER FUCKING CRACKPOT!
This
is why there will be no world soon!
MY
FIVE PREVIOUS BLOGS TO THIS ONE THAT BEGAN IN LATE TWO THOUSNAD AND
ELEVEN:
If
the phone people don't want the line to be off-hook, they should
write a letter and tell me so. Then I
would find other electronic ways to communicate with lightning, while
I am asleep. There is no reason for their illegal persecution
of a good paying mother fucking customer, right, great comrades of
M.R.???????????? Boy do I wish I could live over there, Eddie
SNOWED-IN. You are so mother fucking lucky, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes;
puns and symbolism, and belief in this powerful hidden cosmic truth,
is known and used continually, by the EW. And if anyone knows stuff
that is on par with the teachings of mountainpen and his Morianity,
it is this ENTERTAINMENT WORLD. I wouldn't mother fucking dream of
not handing them any of their legitimate props, YO!
Daniel
Mackey, the educator and my teacher along with the great FCC Bob
McDowell's teacher, back in the autumn of the year 1972, at the great
and powerful (GAP) Cooley Hall; not ''typo Halley'' sahwee; but this
dude had some powerful things connected with him, at least IMHO. But
only when this teacher (1), and others such as Mildred Young (2),
Mrs. Marola (3), David Smith (4), Richard Marcucci (5), and still
others within the educational system such as psychologist and later
degreed Jim Garrigan (6), Mister later degreed Doctor Eckstein (7),
and high school (HTHS) Guidance Counselor Mister Jockamini (however
that wild name was truly spelled), and this list is the main list and
I am sure others are also out there by the truckload; in the
Educational faction of the ESS (Exploratronic Supermind Society), as
how can we forget a man so instrumental in my being able to secure an
actual high school diploma when never actually attending high school,
and no, not an equivalency
diploma, 'MY'!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Great movie, YO! How
you can make fun of those stairs as a child, THAT is anybody's guess,
but YOU GO GIRL!!!!!!!!
''You're
always telling me the skies are gray but when I look up they're
blue''; huh lovely Mizz Positive Attitude Queen gorgeous beyond white
hot TWINBAY, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Boy
if life is anything but cunt chewing SUCK CITY, I will be a Dawn King
monkey's uncles, in or out of 1983 and its musical projects that I
copyrighted, YO!!!
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Now
with all of the Uncles, or Monkey's Uncles, notwithstanding here,
ladies and gentlemen, YO; there is power on the internet. But you
have to come to see how those who own and control the world, can use
this power, and I am telling you for the very final time, GET A MOVIE
FROM 1992, and it is called, “JFK”. That's not hard to remember
after you log off, even if you don't feel like writing it down, YO!
The director of the film was the one and only Oliver Stone, and the
GAP Field of Dreams dude played the main role in this, Mister Kevin
Costner. If you think we little 1% Mister and Misses Nobody, can do
one thing about any of this, then think again. Still, they can't stop
us all from learning and discovering these powerful great truths.
That can always change. Ask any professor of history at any half ass
good college or university, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here's
another fwower fwor you Fwank Cwallio, and Elmer
Fwudd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK-OK-OK-OK-OK,
JOHN KING AND PAULA???
END
TRANSMISSION.
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