I knew when the
phone was squealed last night, that AGAIN, I was in for another major
horrible SUPER BOTBAR DAY FROM
HELL. It never seems to fail. When
I get a major phone squeal or disconnect at night before the new day,
that new day is always beyond totally OFF
THE SCALE HORRENDOUS. The Milituforce knows my
Magnesonic is going through one of those famous
OUT OF POWER times where it doesn't strike back; so they of
the EVIL SATAN AMERICA,
who fight totally filthy dirty, like our evil military trains its
soldiers to do; hit me harder and harder and harder, going for the
emmereffing jugular, and the total dam
kill!!!!!!!!!!!
On
top of all my other woes and nightmares; the MILITUFORCE
has totally isolated me. Not one
person speaks to me, or will be around me; and this is a totally
demonic power-trick accomplished by a super stealthy MIND-CONTROL
weapon,
that I just cannot fight, and am rapidly losing my dam emmereffing
sanity. On top of that I have a crooked law enforcement system and
sheriff, a crooked Attorney General, and a crooked White House who is
totally in on my death, and stands to make a huge profit on my death.
You would never believe me in a million billion trillion dam, years
as to the detailed Y's and reasons, and what is truly behind it. My
rotten kid is a part of it, but don't let her get a big head here,
folks, as she is just a small piece in th edam puzzle. IPYT, lads,
rads, lassies, and Krasse's.
I
asked Gawky Gaukauk two questions, during this wild illegal party
across from me this afternoon; with music and doors and screaming,
and you name it. I call it illegal because people inside the
apartment are trespassing on PHA property, after being told they
could not. To me, that constitutes an illegal act by illegal people,
so I'm sorry if this makes me sound like a Donald Trump wannabee.
Here are the two emmereffing questions.
Yes
people, before I get to this, I need to remind the record on this
blog and anyone else who might be interested, as someone here and
there must be or I would not be approaching a six figure peep show
with this supposed mentally ill nonsense! THANX-2-GIVENS SIEGE of
2015 is the worst I have seen it since the late eighties when this
all began. When I say the worst, I mean you can take that, and you
can multiply it by ten to the power of eighty, while sticking your
head in a hot ass oven for crissake.
GAGA
KITTY; AFTER A SOLID MONTH OF HELL AND SIEGE, SINCE MY TRIP TO THE
NUT JOB CLINIC THAT DAY; WHY AM I UNDER YET ANOTHER DAM WEEK OF PURE
THANKSGIVING SIEGE ULTRA HELL, AS OF THIS DATE, OCTOBER 15,
2015??????????
GAGA
SAID TO ME, MEO-MEOW, PCN-981.
HERE
IS MY MATCH-LIST OF ITEMS FOR PCN-981.
CHEMTRAIL,
SPECIAL GIFTED CHILD, 321 CONTACT, FORT PIERCE FLORIDA, SARAH KRASSLE
TOOK HER CHAIN BACK IN A DREAM, SHELLFISH, PRIVECODE, SARAH SAID,
NINETEEN EIGHTY THREE, STOLE MARK MOHR'S SONG, WILL MARRY A TALL
YOUNG GIRL SOON, GREENLINE, FIND SARAH, SARAH KRASSLE BECAME, THIRTY
SIX, JAMES BURR
AND
YO-PEOPLE,THERE ARE OTHER THINGS ON THE LIST THAT ARE WAY TOO DAM HOT
TO PRINT HERE, AND IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GAGA
KITTY; WHY HAS MY ONCE PAL, MIKE DIRTBAG PATTERSON, BECOME SUCH A
FIENDISH MONSTER WITH ME THIS YEAR??????????
GAGA
SAID TO ME, MEO-MEOW, PCN-532.
HERE
IS MY MATCH-LIST OF ITEMS FOR PCN-532.
THIS
SHIT IS ALL WAY TOO UNBLOGGABLE TO GOD DAM PRINT.
The
enemy is not giving me a chance. They gave me no dam option last time
in middle December back in 2009. It is time to take a few things in
my god dam car, and run far away, and out of EVIL SATAN AMERICA!
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You
can see, if I stay here, they'll kill me. It just goes straight up
like a shot as long as they don't care, and just hit me non stop
until I am dead from heart failure, so thanks for the help, President
Oh Great One. No dam bear hugs for you by me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
blood is on your hands now, Sheriff and Florida Attorney General!
So
why did both Bruce and I end up seemingly watched by the powers
behind the
'EW'
all along ever since
we both left the (GAP) Cooley-Hall??? So
why did both Bruce and I end up seemingly watched by the powers
behind the
'EW'
all along ever since
we both left the (GAP) Cooley-Hall??? So
why did both Bruce and I end up seemingly watched by the powers
behind the
'EW'
all along ever since
we both left the (GAP) Cooley-Hall??? So
why did both Bruce and I end up seemingly watched by the powers
behind the
'EW'
all along ever since
we both left the (GAP) Cooley-Hall??? So
why did both Bruce and I end up seemingly watched by the powers
behind the
'EW'
all along ever since
we both left the (GAP) Cooley-Hall??? ''Wheeeelll'',
Samantha
Bewitched Stevens,
YO, let's frikkin explore around here and see what I can come up
with. You
know, remove a few lakehouse doors off of their hinges, Dawny and
Scylla!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!!
WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW!!!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!!
WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW!!!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!!
Ever
since I had that powerful EXPERIENCE in December of 1969 with IMHO,
the ALMIGHTY GODD-ESS OF THIS ENTIRE MULTIVERSE; I was being observed
by HALL'S FAWCES, and stopped from sharing my story with anyone, by
HALL'S WALLS!!!! As soon as I left the Cooley-Hall, the great news
teams literally seemed to invade the place. All my classmates were on
the news, talking about the place. It was wild, and I'll never forget
it, it obviously stayed with me an entire lifetime, or maybe 200 of
them. During this time while there, I was force-placed, or it seemed
this way to me, in late
May of 1969, to be at a spot in Atlantic City,
at an exact time; and altered from when it would have been otherwise,
if
not interfered with by the GAP-ESS.
I had my voice used on an anti-pollution television commercial that
aired nationally coast to coast for a couple of years, ending when I
no longer was AT COOLEY HALL. Huge billboards for this place went up
after I began this blogging project in early 2006, near my residence,
in Mullica, NJ-USA, right on Route 30, AKA the White Horse Pike by
locals. But the entire place closed down forever a short while
afterward, after my blogs began discussing forbidden secrets
pertaining to the place, in some graphic and vivid details. I COULD
TYPE ON AND ON AND ON; and most of you know this quite fucking cunt
well, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OCTOBER
15, 2015,
THURSDAY
EVENING AT 7:00,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 81 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-86/L-66).
HUMIDITY
IS 69%. IT FEELS LIKE 85 DEGREES.
WIND
IS ENE AT 6 WITH GUSTS TO 17.
6
months later today, from April 15, 2015:
HA-HA-HA,
WHAT
''DREAM'' YOU ASK?
Well, on the afternoon of Easter Sunday in 2001, April fifteenth; at
the Technion Furniture Building on Atrium Way in Mount Laurel, New
Jersey; I crashed for twenty minutes or so, while on a security job,
stationed in the room where a huge computer mainframe was being
constructed, or (MACHINE-MIND). Ever since this happened, I have come
to believe in machine-mind, gaming universe simulation theory, and
much much much fucking more, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! This was the interaction
(dream) where I fell in love with LIGHTNING all over again, as if we
never had met. She remembered, but I did not. It was a total game,
and I was in it, and not by choice. This entire universe and all that
is in it, is a big game and GOD is a big upline gamer. I said this 40
years ago back in 1975 however, not just recently and right now. THAT
is the equation here, Sir Rockdroid Roddenberry Blucran, YO, so WOW
THAT, MACY FUCKING BUNCH, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SLAM-SLAM-SLAM,
MIZZ
A.G. PAM BONDI,
JEEEEEEZ
FUCKING LOUISE,
'SURFER
FONTY'.
OH BOY, study
the blogs from early years and tell me there is no HSE!
Like beyond fucking super ass wow, BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!!!!!!!!
HARRY
CALLAS SIR, I'M ADDAHERE!!!
SOMEBODY
THOUGHT IT WAS REAL DAM FUNNY TO MAKE MY PREVIOUS BLOG COME OUT IN
ALL MOTHER FUCKING PINK FONT. THIS IS A SUPER MOTHER 'FUCKIGN'
BOTBAR, AND IS WHY THE DOW JONES IS SHOOTING WAY UP DAY AFTER DAY
AFTER DAY. FUCK UP MY CUNT LAPPING LIFE, AND UP SHE MOTHER FUCKING
GOES, LIKE WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-AND JEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE, FUCKING
FONTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay don't kick the fucking shit out
of me JZ, I cannot help it if Tiff and Jenn's friend is a twin look
alike to your wife, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
went out and picked up my meds that the psychiatrist wrote for me at
Walgreen's, bought some dinners and ice cream at the great and
wonderful Publix; and saw a new Primary-Care-Physician. Yes,
good old HIGH DISC USAGE, HOST PROCESS FOR WINDOWS SERVICES;
thank you for the pop window, but I don't know
what to do, YO; so fucking WEEEEEEEE.
Here is what is god dam mother fucking
''haaaaapening'', Mister Derrijo Exxon of 1980, YO, old
buddy!!!!!!!!!!!
But
he is not going to write even a lousy fucking one Mg of ativan for me
to take daily, so all I can do is keep crying literally on the
fucking Vero Beach psychiatrist's shoulder for refills as needed,
and hope they will do surgery to repair my gland, that was fucking
damaged by the Privecode Inter-Digital
machine, that I hooked all together with other magnetic machines
that all had very high EM fields, and caused this problem to happen
to me; despite the really cool byproduct
of curing a bad condition, that was not even known about when I
contracted it at the Mars Printing Shop, of Westville; in New Jersey,
in the USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, AKA
(NJUSAESMWG)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Laugh at me McNulty and it's
curtains for you and Threatened PK-OZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MOTHER
FUCKING SHIT ASS JESUS IN HELL, REMEMBER WHEN THIS WAS MY BIGGEST
PROBLEM, LADIES AND GOD DAM GENTLEMEN???????????????? Seems like
yesterday, right? Well, it was half a year back, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
hope they will do surgery to repair my gland, that was fucking
damaged by the Privecode Inter-Digital
machine, that I hooked all together with other magnetic machines
that all had very high EM fields, and caused this problem to happen!
I
hope they will do surgery to repair my gland, that was fucking
damaged by the Privecode Inter-Digital
machine, that I hooked all together with other magnetic machines
that all had very high EM fields, and caused this problem to happen!
I
hope they will do surgery to repair my gland, that was fucking
damaged by the Privecode Inter-Digital
machine, that I hooked all together with other magnetic machines
that all had very high EM fields, and caused this problem to happen!
I
hope they will do surgery to repair my gland, that was fucking
damaged by the Privecode Inter-Digital
machine, that I hooked all together with other magnetic machines
that all had very high EM fields, and caused this problem to happen!
I
hope they will do surgery to repair my gland, that was fucking
damaged by the Privecode Inter-Digital
machine, that I hooked all together with other magnetic machines
that all had very high EM fields, and caused this problem to happen!
I
hope they will do surgery to repair my gland, that was fucking
damaged by the Privecode Inter-Digital
machine, that I hooked all together with other magnetic machines
that all had very high EM fields, and caused this problem to happen!
I
hope they will do surgery to repair my gland, that was fucking
damaged by the Privecode Inter-Digital
machine, that I hooked all together with other magnetic machines
that all had very high EM fields, and caused this problem to happen!
I
hope they will do surgery to repair my gland, that was fucking
damaged by the Privecode Inter-Digital
machine, that I hooked all together with other magnetic machines
that all had very high EM fields, and caused this problem to happen!
I
hope they will do surgery to repair my gland, that was fucking
damaged by the Privecode Inter-Digital
machine, that I hooked all together with other magnetic machines
that all had very high EM fields, and caused this problem to happen!
No
one thing is wrong with me. No one mother fuckiGN thing can repair me
either. This is because I died and went straight into eternal hell,
but there is a little more to all of this. Are all of you just
cosmological extras so to speak, inside my hell, or are you real? If
all of you are extra;s and only that, you never ever would know it.
But if it is the case, hey, I'd rather be fuckiGN me and be fuckiGN
real, or for that matter eve be REALE, than be you, if all any of you
are, is an extra, existing only for the sake of being inside of my
hell, and thinking that your entire life is real and has
significance. When the lights go out, poof, you're fuckiGN
gone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW MACY!!!!!!!!!!
None
of this mother fucking shit is at all funny, not either way, you god
dam mother fuckers. TEE HEE HEE my cunt licking stinking asshole,
BRAH!!!!!!!!!! Just think rationally for one dam fucking microsecond,
people. If I am wrong, what's funny about my suffering. If I am
right, you're lights are going to shortly go out and that's it. Where
is MO now chasing that fatass poor girl up those stairs? Where's the
Ziggy-jetty laugh, really people, if something is funny, after 5
weeks of this fuckiGN shit, please let me in on the staircase
chair-chase, as UI really really do need the mother fuckiGN laugh,
YO!!!!!!
OH
HELEN 1999 ZEBRISKI MOVIES, OF GIRLS
MAKING OUT, AND MANY OTHER PSYCHOLOGICAL
''CRUEL INTENTIONS''; AND WILD COSMIC
ESS MESSAGES; TO QUOTE YOU LOVELY GIRL;
YO, “SHE GOT ME GOUUUUUUUUUUD”.
Ouch there, Disney freaking LOCA,
Love-Carpenter. W-O-W.
It's only going to get better and better and
better, UNTIL THEY FUCKING TOTALLY CARRY OFF THEIR PLANS, TO
COVERTLY MURDER MY BODY. THEY CANNOT
EVER GET RID OF ME, AS I AM FUCKING ETERNAL, YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE AND
FIRE
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THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT
NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE
YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING
POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
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I'll
BE BACHHK Governor Muscles; and here I am. First off, Sheriff sir,
the mother fucking Milituforce enemies assaulted me again big ass
time this morning. I never heard the doors this fucking bad, and
it just kept going and going all morning long since they woke me
up to it. If you check crooked evil mother fucking WALL STREET
later on, folks; I'm quite dam ass sure you will see the attack
correspond to major moves or changes in a direction at around
eleven when this attack reached its mighty mother fucking zenith
and went on and on.
Oh
yes, I'm very sure that you are all saying,
“SSSSSSSOOOOOOO-WUUUUUUUUUUUUT!!! Well Sir Arthur; this means I
tell things on my blogs that the MILITUFORCE absolutely vehemently
doesn't want told or spoken; that's fucking so what!
OCTOBER
15, 2015,
WEDNESDAY
MORNING AT 7:15,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 86 DEGREES FNHT.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 65%, FEELING LIKE 93.
RANGE
TODAY---------(H-86/L-86).
WIND
IS ENE AT 10, GUSTING TO 17.
During
both of the political party debates that I saw televised, as I do
not think the first large Republican one was televised and I do
not watch TV on a computer, as I did not grow up that way and
don't plan to change now at fucking age 61, but on ALL OF THESE
DEBATES FOR THE 2016 RACE FOR THE PRESIDENCY; why is this brought
to us by HOLLYWOOD? I mean it was for any of you dummies out there
that don't understand extreme basic entertainment/advertisement
systems and ops. Every ad spot, or just about EVERY AD-SPOT, was a
movie. I've lived 61 years, and never ever until this 2016-debate,
saw this incredible stunt. Now I know the entertainment world are
the mind shaper/mind controllers of the globe these past 20-30
years or so, in ways far more dangerous than the once believed to
be scary subliminal consciousness ''eat more popcorn'' secret
fast-frames done throughout the movies at theaters. Still, if you
are not noticing these things in life; you are beyond lightweight
losers t quote my fuckiGN super greedy distant cousin. And rather,
you are indeed your own worst enemies, Stat Trek Wes Crusher ''THE
GAME'' episode, all notwithstanding. This is all THE GAME all
right, but it goes even beyond that powerful great fictional
TV-show of the nineties!
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SBT-DATFILE:
CH-116-040611.868.55 (April 6, 2011)
THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL AND ME
3RD
SUBTITLE OF BLOG: “AM I RIGHT OR WHAT, MI GINA?”
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER #116
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
Well,
the stock market is flying at right up around all time record
highs, JUST AS I SAID IT WOULD AFTER RECEIVING ALL THIS
PERSECUTION AND DEMONIC HARASSMENT, and the FLYERS WIN AND WIN AND
WIN AND WIN, and the PHILLIES LOSE AND LOSE AND LOSE AND LOSE,
just as I told everybody that this was all indeed going to
freaking happen, YO.
Now
let me tell a huge secret tonight. It is old news what happened to
me in 2008. There I was right smack dab in the middle of something
1000 times bigger than I had a clue about, and you all know what
started to happen once I sent my 2007 musical project down to the
United States Office of Copyrights, called, “Karaoke Lunch Break
at the Sorian 18 Guardhouse”. As the silly ass title implies, I
did this on a karaoke machine at my job site over a period of
several lunch breaks, when no one was around, hopefully, as I tend
to scream out and my singing is horrible, all you need to do to
hear how rotten my voice and songs are, is to click into the
attached video that will only be up until tomorrow night and then
it will be gone and gone riddance, right Senator Electrocution
Trophy-wife? Still my point without any further tangents or
diversions, is simply that the story does tell itself, and not
even the famous genius man could invent a tale like this and make
it work out so perfectly for 36 months, or avenues, whatever the
case may really be. I truly am sorry if I made anyone's day a
little darker here or there, but is what is happening with me a
fair punishment? Even Hitler was allowed to simply die, and I
would be glad to be put to death, any time. I only wish I could go
to Tallahassee and die in the electric chair, and be forever with
my baby blond, and never have to exist here for another minute.
But reality and my wishes are never in much of an agreement, at
least not over the past consistent 56 and a third years of my
hellish tormented life.
None
of this is the great Terry secret of the great Harbor, if I can be
permitted a little pun that relates to the time when this
nightmare literally grew wings and somehow in hyperspace I met a
man as famous as Christopher Columbus, only in that parallel
universe, he was a first cousin of a member of this powerful
family, and not a 23rd grandfather, 'the man with the
eyes', the same man from 1970 in those nightmares, by the way. The
secret is not what is right there for anyone to read and realize
that this could in no way have all been made up, not by the
craziest person on the planet or the most imaginative, all though
the complement is much appreciated there 'Miss UmWell'. Some
fiction honey! The biggest secrets did not take place in 1975 in
the house of MC, or when I discuss the Gawnum or the Fascitar, or
the Millionth Council, or anything else, from the Astral-Plane
gods to the Exploratronic Supermind, an entire traveling group of
“Q” types like the dude on TNG-Star Trek, if you can imagine
this ultimate devastating freaking nightmare at light speed cubed.
The secret right now is not about the 64 trillion light year
hypersphere, the sixth dimension, upline and downline universes,
World Laboratories, or anything like this. It is the simple
reality of the STM. This stands for the “SPACE-TIME-MIND”.
When STM is understood just a little bit, all of life and reality
clear up amazingly fast. There is a rare condition discussed in
the newest book in psychiatry, the bible of this discipline quite
actually, the DSM-5, where a patient begins to believe the
'delusion' that he or she is the only real thing, and that the
entire world and everyone in it is just sort of like Hollywood
(EXTRA's), and you are sort of as a rat that is inside of a very
large cage, being secretly observed and studied. Unfortunately,
everyone of us could actually make this claim, and it would be the
most real thing outside of the void itself as it gets. This is not
to say that the exact way that this psychotic feature of paranoid
delusion works in the mind of a disturbed mental patient is truth,
as it applies equally to every one of us, through the magic and
awesome power of both STM and the precise mechanics of how
previous closed curved infinities manage to eventually blast
themselves literally out of the void and into existors or
LAWTRONS. The interaction of Lawtrons and Space-Time-Mind, is the
magic key, and some day I'll attempt to 'do the unthinkable', and
try and explain some of this, after-all it beats throwing tables
into someone's face, and before doing that, making contact with
Jennifer L. Hewitt, as this would be a necessity now, if I may be
Heinz Babylon Gottwald 'permitted' one more whittle funny pun
here, Whaaaaaaaaa.
END
TRANSMISSION:
I
know and God knows, that I am not a monster, unlike the mighty
evil Milituforce!
I
know and God knows, that I am not a monster, unlike the mighty
evil Milituforce!
I
know and God knows, that I am not a monster, unlike the mighty
evil Milituforce!
I
know and God knows, that I am not a monster, unlike the mighty
evil Milituforce!
I
know and God knows, that I am not a monster, unlike the mighty
evil Milituforce!
I
know and God knows, that I am not a monster, unlike the mighty
evil Milituforce!
It
was no fun at all, being kept by the two zoo-keeping wardens, Ann
King and her daughter Dawn-Marie.
But I lived through this hell on top of my physical agony and
other Otammic-Milituforce drama and trauma, and here I am today,
living in Fort Pierce, Florida, and still alive and breathing, the
gods willing. The minute they are not willing, this is when we all
kiss the mud, bite the dust, and meet the Queen, in more ways than
one, and without any TV repairs, or visits to northeast
Philadelphia. WOW THAT, great awesome Macy Bunch! And a big
JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
too. I was shocked that ann turned on me, but blood is thicker
than water, and Frank Lombardo appears to be right all along. I
was brought up with a mother who didn't put much stock on
'family'. A lot of people pay homage and lip service to their
so-called ideas. I do not wander or vacillate from my basic truths
and principles. Not a brag folks, and if anything, maybe it is a
curse for me. I don't care about anything, and at this point, wish
I could move into an entirely new life and forget this ever
happened at all. I swear to all that is holy, that this is the
truth. Dawn really did in fact, bring it one. We all know that.
Hopefully now, a cosmic justice will punish her for hurting an
already tormented soul so badly, after I did no more than favor
after favor for this wretched entity, that passed herself off for
a human being.
I
think a lot of people are just totally clueless, from the greatest
scientific minds to the greatest folks of holiness and the cloth.
That is just my little and meager 'IMHO', but the mighty Mashell
Daniels of 1980, did and I imagine still would, entitle me to it.
Thank you great lovely MD, AKA 'Doctor-RPL'. Between
my late relative, Heinz Gottwald permitting me,
and
you entitling me;
maybe
I should be doing a little better by now in this horrible life.
Only
guess what you two; I AM NOT. All I am, Prophets of Nothing out
there, is ''I
AM HERE”.
This applies to both 1988, as well as right now, huh Copyright
Office and my musical projects spanning
the years 1975-2013.
From the great old movies to all Roy Rogers without the Dale
Evans; being clueless is not much fun, especially when the result
of it is a direct endless hell from horrible monster people who
literally thrive and gobble up, other folks' miseries and
sufferings. Linda Ronstadt the great country vocalist, back in
1978 called it right on the money in one of many great hit songs.
Poor poor pitiful me. Holy Ringworm Scratching Molly Moley without
any meal-clubs or great classic teen movies. Teen bitches,
chemtrails, Sally Star imitating daughters and so much more; YO
when will it all ever end, Almighty Scylla Goddess? Do I stay so
clueless forever that I too will be clinging to a pool wall in the
deep end, and looking like a total fool, now or twenty years ago,
known humanly as a score of time, and Astrally as a BRIPAR. Don't
die on me Stoddard McGuire Paul. We both have our most prized
possessions to think about all the time, huh Grave-Smiles. Yeah,
I'm clueless Mister Mayor. Like Hyundai DUH!
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IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE
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BOY COULD I USE
SOME MOTHER FUCKING ASSISTANCE, SHERIFF SIR, WITH THESE ILLEGAL
BASTARD NABES ACROSS FROM ME, HARASSING ME EVERY GOD DAM DAY.
SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM.
SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM. SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM. SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM.
SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM. SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM. SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM.
SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM. SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM. SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM.
SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM. SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM. SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM.
SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM.
THE
FUCKING END,
OF ME VERY SOON
SO
I AM GOING TO RUN FUCKING AWAY AGAIN!!!!
YOU
GAVE ME NO FUCKING CHOICE BARNABAS!!!
BITE
HER LOVELY BLOND NECK, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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