JOJO-JOJO-JOJO,
HUH LIGHTHOUSE QUEEN?
EVEN
DIANA KNOWS I SPIN ROUND AND ROUND,
BUT
WAIT A MINUTE, MY CHAIN IS REACTING!
I
AM GETTING REAL MOTHER FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF YOU; MIZZ JANE
SHITWEEDS!!!!!!!
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this has been said on my blogs countless times practically, and this
does in no way mean however, that I still won't dam reiterate on it
on new blogs, ''Holy moley, holly
Molly Ringworm scratches. What will be next, lovely JUJU''????????
This is a little bit like saying that you are going to hear one
time, powerful shit such as that, and for another example, such as
this, The problem I face, ''Jim Burr knew about four and a half
freaking ass decades back into time, 'MY
FAMILY'”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You'll
see crap like this as well, over and over, and the reason is that it
is so vital and pivotal and germane to Morianity and mountainpen and
Mark Wayne Mohr, sort of a Huntington-Cursed-Trinity if you will,
and so again, I will reiterate on another item, such as, ”Jim
Burr and I meeting at this PCI school, at the 1-Cherry Hill
Building, at the Mall; in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, at Suite #200,
was no accident in the cosmos. Nothing is ever just an accident in
the cosmos. Atheists don't agree, and I must admit, I envy the
fuckign hell out of the atheists. I HAVE SEEN SHIT that never ever
can be told on any blog and I promise you, it wipes out one
religion, and the name of that religion is Atheists”.
“Vely
vely intelesting”!!!!!!!!!!!! You can bet on that, folks. Oh great
and marvelous, terrific and powerful FCC
(Federal
Communications
Commission);
can all of this be some wild COSMIC
ACCIDENT, right down to lovely
Twinbay, and lovely Leticia
Tilley; less than a half block down the
streets of Egg Harbor City, from the great one and only
transdimensional
INCOLLINGO'S GROCERY STORE.
The great Blucran Grocery Store
of Southwestern No Joysey;
huh Mister writer, of the best book I ever read in this third
millennium so far, “Secrets of the Museum”, and also my friend
and my coworker, at the great Cifaloglio; Mister ROY CARL WEILER
SENIOR! To quote Mom, and Moomy Deaest; “Boy
oh boy oh boy.” My
fucking Spell-Check system has been again disable by my mother
fuckiGN dirt bag Milituforce
enemies; kind lads and lassies out
here; so let me boot off, and back on; so as to restore
the dam ass program,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
©
MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR BLOGS,
2006-2015,
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
GOOD
AFTERNOON TO YOU, LOVELY FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL, PAM BONDI, YO!
Many
people think I am stuck in a time warp, and I caught those little
messages that were spoken by various members of the news media and
the press, back around the final days of my life back up in Jersey.
You are wrong, I don't. The HALLS FAWCES however, have different
plans for me than I originally had back when I met Mister James
Tiberius Burr at the PCI Computer School at the Cherry Hill Mall and
the Cherry Hill Building, at suite #200. I wonder if any great
artists will do anything with that great number, any time soon,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, oh (GAP) Sir Chester-Frank!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Holy
Shmo-JOJO Lighthouses, what next, lovely gorgeous Judge Judy,
(JUJU)???
With
my medical condition from June 4, 1983 through December 8, 2015, I
don't dare be punning and joking around. Hey there, lovely Roseann
Bitethroat Delaney. These fucking bastards are worse than you were
that night in middle May, outside of Brads apartment, when you
lunged out from those bushes, and nearly bit my dam throat out. WOW
MACY BUNCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am the only person on this planet, that would DARE LOOK A SUPREME
COURT JUDGE, STRAIGHT IN THE FACE; AND TELL THEM under pain of
penalty if indeed they can prove me lying to them; that my entire
story called MORIANITY, over a now just less than 8.5 year time
period; is all totally 100% true and accurate, other than for the
one lie I admit that I told that Sarah was there that night with her
great gang, on that public bus at around 10:30 PM, the night of 12
July, back in the year 1970. I now make this pledge and oath and
swear officially on this writing, to this statement, to all nine
Supreme Court Justices, and if you can prove I am a fake or a phony
hoaxer, then I WANT YOU TO THROW MY MISERABLE WORTHLESS FUCKING ASS
IN CUNT LAPPING PRISON, as that is where I would belong!!!!!
I
can hear the MILITUFORCE every
waking and sleeping moment now, saying to me in a laugh type of
voice;
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
“Try
getting out of this one”
The
great pill mill hater, and AG of Florida
PAM
BONDI
-
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
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THERE ARE MORE HORSES
ASSES THAN THERE ARE GOD DAM HORSES, YOU WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG,
DAVID CHARLES ROTH!!!
Oh
the gods, my life is a waking living nightmare of being in hell,
and this is not me just swearing, but merely stating fact and
truth, lads and lassies, YO BRO!
THERE ARE MORE HORSES
ASSES THAN THERE ARE GOD DAM HORSES, YOU WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG,
DAVID CHARLES ROTH!!!
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For
about 1700 years now, people wanted to know a biblical mystery,
concerning the Apostle Paul. Just what strange physical affliction
did he suffer with that ''GOD'' or SSJKK was unwilling to cure him
of? You won't believe me, but it is th every same affliction that I
have suffered with since June 4, 1983, with my thyroid. It is not as
rare a problem as many have come to think. This was his affliction
as it is mine. He developed his as a result of something that
happened to him on the road to Damascus, this great at that time,
Saul of Tarsus, later to become the Apostle Paul of the Christian
New Testament bibles. My situation developed as a result of many
powerful strange electronic machines that put out very bizarre
fields of energy, when all connected up and used together through
the telephone system of those times. So how do I know all this, you
may be asking? The voice that spoke to me from the autumn times of
the year preceding 1983, have told me so. I have learned to heed
these voices or 'knowings'. They made me continuous money at the
impossible to beat game of roulette for one thing, and there is a
lot more we need not get into right now. I absolutely know this is
all true. I absolutely know other things. There are two
organizations that have material caporial people walking back and
forth across the land of this world, and probably the air and the
sea as well. One group is called the
Millionth-Council-Briggbase-Residents (MCBR) for short, called by me
and Morianity, the MCBREE FACTION. The other group is called the
Sahasra Dal Kanwal Majority (SDKM) for short, called by me and
Morianity. It reminds me in a powerful way of our present American
political system in Wash-Dock-13-600, AKA POWERS ON THE HILL, IN
WASHINGTON, with its pretty much two party ruling class; the (R) and
the (D) parties. This two party ASTRAL-WORLD system is very real.
Nothing is real, not even here in waking life, but illusion is so
powerful, we don't see this truth, nor will we ever be able to break
the chains and bonds of this ultimate maya. Now moving back to the
heart of cases here, on this blog; we wonder perhaps, just why did
these HALLS FAWCES do these things, and then just why did HALLS
WALLS go into an endless cover-up mode? If you want someone to do
your bidding, you must be able to control them on a physical level,
not as told to us for so very long, that you do this through
controlling mental channels. The best way is to have full absolute
control over someone's thyroid. If they can turn up the power that
makes it grow, or turn it down as you obey this person or entity;
they have the ultimate control-collar on you. It can be used to
threaten such as a punishment-collar, or just be there endlessly to
let someone know who is boss, a controllers-collar. As if the one
with this thyroid condition is the animal and the handler has the
power over this collar, to make your thyroid shrink and grow, at
their whim. Only anti-anxiety medication can shrink the gland, or
certain thyroid treatments, that most cannot afford. I find it
offensive to me personally, that the supposedly great Mayo Clinic
has the dastardly audacity to solicit for donations. They charge
their patients as much if not more than other hospitals and
institutions. I for one wouldn't give them a thin dam dime if my ass
was on fire and by doing this, the fire would go out. In 1984, I
had a lengthy talk with a very special lab-tech assistant to a
throat specialist. She had a storehouse of information on the
symptoms that I had been going through for nearly a year, and we
talked at length and she scheduled an appointment for me to come
into the doctor's office, and gave me driving instructions for
getting there from voorhees, New Jersey. I had recently returned
from my trip to Orlando, Florida, to visit with my ex-Chief
Recording Engineer, mister Howard Solomon, from the RPL Sound Studio
Labs of Camden, New Jersey, at the corner of State Street and Pierce
Avenue.
You
can read a blog like this and wonder what is going on, and you don't
have even a small clue just what is happening, and has been, not for
a few years or decades, but for millennia. Most don't even believe
in what was really going on a long time ago, and the scientific
community sees it black and white in their own way. We were visited
by ET types and they were our ancient gods. The name for their
belief system is Ancient Astronaut Theory.
As with anything at all, there are various amounts of truth in what
they claim abnd what they believe. It merely is a far cry from all
of the truth that at least by my mind; I'd think some out here would
yearn to really know the full scoop. After-all, it does all effect
you and those you love, cradle to grave, and you can like or hate
this reality, but to quote Dennis Snyder from Jersey 6-8 years ago,
“That's just reality, son”. Just as Paul had to write his
epistles to the various churches all around the magic are concerning
the Earthly birth and human life of Almighty God, in the persona of
Jesus Christ the SAR (LORD) I too write these blogs over nearly a
decade now, and throughout the majority of it, I didn't suffer with
my affliction because the controller-collar was able to be managed
and adjusted to levels where I was living as if I had no problems.
But in this 2015 year that I knew I would be moving into; things
have all changed. But I want to make very clear to those who are
convinced that the Apostle Paul's famous side thorn, was not about
his eyes. It was all about his thyroid gland. And I know this. SSJKK
told me this truth, and told me that I may indeed tell it on my
blog. But a lot more happened last night while 'asleep' besides what
I remember with SSJKK at her great city that mortals refer to as
'HEAVEN'. It involved Russell Thaxton all grown up but young, like
say age 25. I too was younger, maybe 35. Adam Schiff, the TV L&O
character was also there, as his phase-4-character himself. There
was an area somewhere, and it was up north, and it seemed to be a
lot like a parallel universe Voorhees Township, where the Robin Hill
Apartments are located, obviously in both of these universes, that
were not all that similar or localized to where I am right now,
typing out this blog to all of you. Mafia characters were involved.
Now I know why I need to get something that SSJKK has been telling
me to get for years now and I keep waving her off. I must order it
as soon as possible, along with other crap that she insists I get.
Don't try to go ahead of me or think where I am going with this. You
may guess some and not other things, and it won't be one bit pretty
when all is said and done and you learn you had the wrong ideas
about so many things I am trying to get out to this world, before it
is too late, if I may add that in here, SSJKK? All the crap I have
gone through al of my life, is all a part of this thyroid gland
problem. This is why that ridiculously strange event happened that
never should have, outside the print shop that early late winter
morning in 1977, and yes, I keep saying 1985 over and over when I
mean to say spring time in 1986, when David and I were at the
Medport Diner, and all of hell broke loose from the bowels of the
Earth, and nailed us, to quote goddess-Keisha, 'really
gooooud'!!!!!!!!! I stand again corrected, as it was Helen Zebriski
who said that to me regarding Keisha, telling me after gazing at my
right arm and the monster fracture and bruise on it from a
play-punch given to me by this girl who had just turned age
fourteen, in th e early autumn of 1999, in Lindenwold, New Jersey
one night while I was visiting with Helen and her wild friends.
Moving
onward now about this wild hyperspace interaction that I experienced
when I retired for sleep around three this morning and waking to it
with a bang around shortly past five this morning. Some mob boss's
daughter had fallen for me and Russell had taken me to a rave club
or some similar place that I in this universe would never be caught
dead in as I hate loud music and partying and all of this. I also
hate illegal drugs, I hate booze, the whole dam enchalate, LSS,
why would a person like me ever want to go clubbing or partying? I
don't dance and have 5ive right feet and no left ones, and don't
like anything about this stuff. But there I was, and this seemed to
go on for a month, and always at night. I was in different vehicles,
promising to pick Russ up and come back for him, and kept trying to
leave. I could not escape this area, in this universe, it was like
an entire small city of clubs all inside of a gated community.
Getting out was almost impossible. Adam Schiff and I were talking in
one of the parts of this experience and he seemed so nice, and then
his mood shifted on a dime as if someone had just kicked him in his
love beads or something, and he began coming down on me and saying
really mean things to me and very harshly. I was getting into more
and more trouble no matter how I tried to escape and get out of this
horrible scene in HELLS-NIGHTS! I was chased by mobsters, beaten up,
shot, and you name it. There were high speed car chases, and people
throwing fire as it was called. They had a wild weapon in that
parallel universe that shot out gasoline like a small fire hose that
streamed a thin but long range channel of liquid fire, as it shot
the gas out in two second intervals from one part of the small
rifle, while another part then shot out a really powerful long range
flame throw action. Things caught fire and burned and once they hit
my car and it exploded, allowing me to get out with my life, but
someone in the car with me did not make it. The girl who fell for
me in the club was beyond gorgeous. She had long black hair and deep
green eyes. She was so god dam beautiful it literally was
disgusting. I was asking why there was no way to get out of this
area and why it was gated in with some perimeter wall, but could
get no decent answer or response from a a single soul. It seemed to
go on a year of time, but unlike times where I really did go through
long times such as what started all my hell in 1986 in middle
August, there was no order of events or calendar displays or
anything allowing me to perceive this with any certainty. I couldn't
believe how Adam Schiff turned on me when I didn't think I said
anything that would warrant his behaving that way. But then, these
things all happen right here in this universe while awake, so that
is not really any Earth shaking news to be speaking of here.
I
had told Russ in this experience that both Cuzz Don and my
daughter's hubby were being indwelt by the same T3E and that I know
his name. Russ asked me the name, and I said, “Well I only knew
him a bit before this time, as Lenny McKinnon, but that may just be
another human that this TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON (T3E) was indwelling back
then. Just as we were into this part of our talk, Adam was passing
by and was heading out onto the parking lot and the sidewalk across
the street beyond the lot. But he heard me then say to Russ, I
can't prove any of this, but obviously this is APOLLO-LUCIFER,
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-MILITUFORCE-OTAMMITE KING, ETCETERA, (all the same
difference)!!!!!!!!!! I said it forcefully, and Adam turned and gave
me a half frown half smirk type of facial expression. I ran after
him to discuss how I just popped into this place and wanted to know
if he knew the way out and he said for me to just go with it and try
and relax. When I made a counter statement and told him I had to
leave right now, this is when he told me not to countermand his
advice to me and he got almost like my commanding officer in some
military situation.
THANK YOU PEE. You've been out of here for over 2 years now, and you found me, my awesome daughter!!!!!!!!
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If
anyone can find me PEE,
it was my genius
daughter, WOW!
There
are some things that need to be said. If things were different,
it all would just be said at once, all the really important
things. But I learned long ago, doing this is more dangerous to
the health and well being, at least for me, than smoking, texting
and driving, and cheating on my taxes and bragging about it on
Facebook, all put together! To
quote the great Billy Harner from New Jersey, timing is
everything!!!!!!!!!!!
LIKE
MACY FUCKING WOW:
I
got the distinct impression, that back in middle late 1983, the
great mighty powerful casino in Atlantic City, and the first one
of them all, RESORTS INTERNATIONAL HOTEL AND CASINO; really liked
my fucking song from the musical project of SAGA OF SONGWRITER
MARK MUD, called,
“Don't
EF around with magnetics”.
“Don't
EF around with magnetics”.
“Don't
EF around with magnetics”.
“Don't
EF around with magnetics”.
“Don't
EF around with magnetics”.
“Don't
EF around with magnetics”.
“Don't
EF around with magnetics”.
“Don't
EF around with magnetics”.
“Don't
EF around with magnetics”.
“Don't
EF around with magnetics”.
“Don't
EF around with magnetics”.
“Don't
EF around with magnetics”.
“Don't
EF around with magnetics”.
“Don't
EF around with magnetics”.
“Don't
EF around with magnetics”.
“Don't
EF around with magnetics”.
“Don't
EF around with magnetics”.
“Don't
EF around with magnetics”.
“Don't
EF around with magnetics”.
“Don't
EF around with magnetics”.
“Don't
EF around with magnetics”.
Quite
a few people enjoyed my blog called HALLS WALLS, chapter 34, as
well, if I ain't too dam mistaken here, kind ladies and
gentlemen!!!!!!!!!!!!!
gggghjggg
bfdgdd fkti tieugfu50u6gj[bde rjgufuididi and yes, folks, me' ol'
fucking spell-check program has been STRUCK AGAIN, by me wovewee
fucking enemies, YO.
AND
HA-HA-HA, I FIXED IT AGAIN WITH THE BOOT OFF AND ON BULLSHIT, SO
WEEEEEEEEEE!
HAY,
I CAN TAKE A HINT. I do not need to be hit by a mother fucking
cunt lapping Mack Truck, MASHELL DANIELS OF 1980.
The
FEDERAL
FUREAU
of INVESTIGATION
is
a really great part of the law enforcement system, and I always
respected the great Mister Hoover, who once over saw the ops,
when it was a relatively new organization. One day when I was a
small child of late single digit age if I am correctly
remembering the story told to me by my mother; this great outfit
wanted her to come into their Philadelphia office on her lunch
hour from her job at the Lavino Shipping Company, now the
Inchcape Corporation after this British firm bought them out.
They showed her photos of my father, her husband, in Florida in
his diving suit, as back in those times, he did a lot of work for
two well known salvage companies here in this state, the Real
Eight, owned by Kip Wagner, and the more famous one, Treasure
Salvers INK, owned by Melvin Fisher! The FBI was very mean to my
mom, and did not believe her when she told them that they weren't
in contact with each other at the time. She was being completely
honest, but as well all know from watching any kind of cops and
robber shows or law shows, they cannot just believe stuff, and
have to give suspects a hard time, it is their job. I fully get
that, and hold no resentment at all. But one day after a few
times of this, my mom called her friend Helen Gregory. She was
dating a top general in the United States Army at the time, and
were quite bosom close, and planning a possible marriage, until
Helen began getting ill, from a fast moving cancer, that went
onto take her not that far later on in time. Having powerful
friends is always great, and I grew up with a lot of them, from
family contact. I am not used to the new life I live, IN HELL,
without any of them. The entire mother fuckign world has
abandoned me, and that is why I know that I have had to have died
and gone to hell. I know I died a whole bunch of times, and have
blogged the stories with very perfect accuracy, for anyone
interested at all, to read! Getting back to the FBI in the late
sixties somewhere, this is why a tap was on the phone all of my
life, and there is a lot to the story of my dad and his diving,
and the treasure charts that he left to me, that I have no one to
pass onto, other than for a very ungrateful daughter.
Yes
sometimes, Jack McCoy, we both wish that all of them would go
away, and I don't feel all that cold and cruel in saying
thistleweeds, or THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W---O---W!
The
night of Jerry and Sue and Mashell, at RPL, when my car was
stolen, in the RPL parking lot, is like many days and nights that
I have been forced to interact all over fifth dimensional fucking
hyperspace. I can feel it when it comes on as it hits like a
freight fuckiGN cunt train, even though others around me seem to
be as insensitive to these god dam fucking HALLS
FAWCES
as a corpse would be to a coroner's examinations and autopsy
knife.
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Jim
Burr was a man I met at a place called the Professional Careers
Institute, in the early summer of 1973. I was taking a Computer
Programming class there, as was he, studying on the state of the art
system back then, the great marvelous International Business
Machines system 360 (IBM).
When
we met, he and I had one desire, and that was to become
multi-millionaires. Back then, that would be like single digit
billionaires in equivalent purchasing power to today, in actual net
worth.
After
only a few months, something happened to ther man. He changed, and
big time. Suddenly he could not care in the least about money
making, or anything other than some kind of super natural bullshit
that entered into his life. He shortly after that, found GOD, as the
old expression goes. In fact and truth, no one ever can find God, as
God is not lost to begin with. God finds us, but a promise you that
a lot more than this simple three word sentence is all part of a
very mystical and powerful equation.
Jim
Burr and I meeting at this PCI school, at the 1-Cherry Hill
Building, at the Mall; in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, at Suite #201,
was no accident in the cosmos. Nothing is ever just an accident in
the cosmos. Atheists don't agree, and I must admit, I envy the
fuckign hell out of the atheists. I HAVE SEEN SHIT that never ever
can be told on any blog and I promise you, it wipes out one
religion, and the name of that religion is Atheists.
If
anyone out here thinks that all of this began
in 1973 with Jim Burr; then you would be about as far off
base, and onto god dam left field; as the ball park can possibly be
stretched. Jim Burr however does indeed, play
a gargantuan mother fuckiGN part and role, in my life, every
bit as large as Atlantic
City does, and David Roth does, and RPL does; and I suppose I could go on listing other fuckiGN shit such as the Robin Hill Apartments farm outside of David Leigh Smith's Haddonfield, and on and on and on we could go, if you have a decade or two, peeps; YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEE; huh Mister Chester-Frank, YO?
City does, and David Roth does, and RPL does; and I suppose I could go on listing other fuckiGN shit such as the Robin Hill Apartments farm outside of David Leigh Smith's Haddonfield, and on and on and on we could go, if you have a decade or two, peeps; YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEE; huh Mister Chester-Frank, YO?
The problems I
face; Jim Burr knew about, four and a half freaking ass decades
back into time, “MY FAMILY”,
and that is a quote, except for him saying 'your', not 'my', but
then, he never had to sing any dam apology songs, YO! Give me a
break Merry Greendress Loveboats!!!! WEEEEEEE, me' ol' freaking
Spell-Check Program was
disabled by the Milituforce
Hackers Club
again, FBI, YO BRAH!!! One thing I have been taught by the school of
AFTER AUGUST 1986 STRIKES, or the AA-1986-S-SCHOOL, for short, is
that when a bad day is happening, COUNT THE
MOTHER FUCKING HELL ON MAJOR BLACK HAT COMPUTER HACKING AND BLACK
HAT CRACKER HACKERS, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! Oh yes folks out
here, YO; I can always know that the MHC will strike on bad nasty
ass fucking BOTBAR times, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Happy
Turkey Day, YO!!!!!
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Folks,
I've talked about Jim Burr and meeting him at the computer school,
as well as Dave Roth and our meeting as two security guards at a
department store that was being constructed in Woodbury Heights, New
Jersey, called, Caldor. But let me tell you that no matter how I
tell this thing, Mister Microsoft ThiSTLEWEEds Smart-Programs; there
is no way for anyone to get it, as you would have had to be there.
Lightning told me a fantastic thing in the dam nineties, and now of
course, I realize she already knew that I would come to learn that I
had a thirty eight year old grown up daughter, in twenty oh eight,
or however Misses 1969 Marola wants to pronounce things back at
Cooley-wormhole-Hall, near the great gate at Kings Highway, just
past the Lilly's Lilliputian Livery, on the grounds of this
incredible and awesome place of inconceivable intrigue and mystery,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How would one of my co-students from there, say
this, if he was he with me now, just as he said it back then in 1972
in Dan Mackey's great class-room, “Vely vely intelesting”? You
bet he fuckiGN would; oh great and marvelous, terrific and powerful
FCC (Federal
Communications Commission);
and can all of this be some wild COSMIC
ACCIDENT; oh lovely Twinbay, and
lovely Leticia Tilley; less than a half
block down the streets of Egg Harbor City, from the great one and
only transdimensional INCOLLINGO'S
GROCERY STORE. The great Blucran
Grocery Store of Southwestern No
Joysey; huh Mister writer, of the best book I ever read in
this third millennium so far, “Secrets of the Museum”, and also
my friend and my coworker, at the great Cifaloglio; Mister
ROY CARL WEILER SENIOR!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEE, Chester-Frank, YO.
We
could discuss my fatal heart attack at the Cifaloglio job and how
the Almighty Pink Goddess Jehovah Lordess Neecy (Sarah Stacey) in
astral to human waking world conversion-translation into English and
present time; and we could discuss in length, the trip through time
from the day after Christmas that year into the following middle May
and all of the shit involved in the experience, as well as how if
this was indeed a fatal heart attack, I am now here telling the tale
and alive. We can discuss how I had no Earthly knowledge that Frank
Callio would kick the dam bucket right before that Middle May time,
and so much more. But people, my death experience was not an
isolated one. There was the crash in Woodbury in the final part of
1985 somewhere, there was WAWA and my being shot to death, there was
the crash on Route 130 after waking up to find myself driving on the
wrong side of the highway, and the list is literally dozens and
dozens, the drowning in the dam ocean in 1995, the electrocution
twice, once by my lovely lightning and once when I stuck a
walkie-talkie antenna into a 220 volt alternating electrical
receptacle (wall-outlet). I have died more than thirty times, and
not almost died, I said I fucking dam DIED. Like
the great fictional HIGHLANDER, I seem to keep
re-awakening, and this is very very fuckiGN ass complicated, and
don't ever let me even hint to any of you that it ain't,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What you also must be god dam cognizant of
folks, is that that HIGHLANDER-TV show that was famous in the
nineties, began as a movie the way lots of later-TV bullshit does.
It began in 1984, three months after I had moved into 1406 Highland
Avenue, in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG. I copyrighted two
musical projects that I have highlighted in GREEN COLOR below on the
COPYRIGHT OFFICE WEBSITE that depicts my music that only dates back
to 1978, and we can be all day discussing other prior tunes and
compilations and projects, let me assure you all of that, great
wonderful folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I now am merely making the point
that right after my second project in 1984 was sent to the Library
of Congress © Office, and my address as well, HIGHLAND
AVENUE, is this not one hell of another very fucking powerful
coincidence my peeps, that this great HIGHLANDER
shit, all began as well???
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1981
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1982
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1986
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1986
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1983
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1997
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1983
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1984
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1987
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1980
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1998
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Mark Wayne, 1954-
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1998
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