CHRIS,
ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD
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Global Audience in a Shade Ratio:
Boy
oh boy, my people really do get around, and I am happy to see them
all doing whatever it is they do. You know life's a real real funny
old dog when you sit down to ponder on stuff, peeps. You're doing
your thing and Mountainpen sits here in South Central Eastern
Florida, USA, wondering what it all could be about, well, not totally
wondering perhaps, but the details will elude me of course, and then
I must wonder if these same great travelers, read my words from what
may sometimes seem to be further out than they'll ever travel,
understanding and comprehending it on levels that they indeed are
getting it on, but yet, its totally remaining always a bit like the
great butterfly song from decades now long gone by, you know;
ELUSIVE. Yeah, just a passing thought, but thought that I'd share it
my kind folks. Life really is a silly old dog, and again, three
cheers for Mister John Jack McCoy, the Phase-4 District Attorney of
New York county, in Manhattan, NYUSAESMWG. You go, Dick
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF, YO!
GREAT
FOLKS OUT HERE, you are now reading CHAPTER 19.
Oh
well, wonderful kind lads and lassies all over the place, most
'Earthers' will always insist and proclaim, that Mountainpen
is just a total crackpot nut job, and that all of this is nonsense,
and garbage. Fine,
and I'll still fight and die for their right to say it and believe
it, and mock and jeer me;
despite tons and tons of posted evidence, that all proves that there
has to be something
to my Morianity story,
from 1995 through almost 2016. After all of these powerful things all
went down, and mathematically; it is not possible for this to be all
just random occurrences, unless you truly believe that this can be
far greater odds than any powerball-lottery-jackpot yet won, ten
times over, only someone who would buck and defy odds that stagger
the dam imagination, could possibly say that Mountainpen/Morianity,
is all a hoax, a lie, and or the product of total quintessential
madness and insanity. And yet, alas, just as those same, or some of
them, claim to believe is flying ships from beyond our planet, and
little alien beings too, and they cleave unto their ideas with
clenched fists, ready to take on Washington, DC, or the world;
believing some gigantic conspiracy of some powerful group, all know
some deep dark truths, and are keeping it from them. Oh
well, those same people give poor old little me that same BRICK WALL
treatment, huh
Mister Boxer McAndrews Hall! Yes sir, I must
be in with the fawces,
to exactly quote your cool accent; up there in Camden, New Jersey;
that is, should you still be amongst us breathers, here in the land
of the living. Am I right, gorgeous
J. L. Hewett Ghost-buster?
So now I hope to hear from any scientifically minded soul who can
show me the most miniscule lab-tested evidence for NOT BELIEVING one
thing at least, and that would be, that LIFE
IS A SILLY OLD DOG!
Well
Mizz Wonderful Know-it-all Mizz Mashell RPL Daniels of 1980,
“BULLSHIT
ON YOU, CUBED,
AND CUBAN,
AND THEN RE-SQUARED”!!!!!!!!
When
the great United States Copyright Office, put the order of my musical
projects together, on their web-page; that number
14 and 15, are the numbers corresponding to that love sonnet
that I indeed wrote in that year, for my PINK
GODDESS,
ALMIGHTY JEHOVAH!!!! And in 1969's great summer of love, I was
in-between year age numbers 14 and 15, precisely. Clues in the cosmos
couldn't get more loud, more visible, more clear, and more in my
face, if they literally had picked me up and shaken me until I died
of brain fucking ass concussion. There is no denying this Sarah
Krassle mess, from the tomb of a risen Jack In Jesus, to the Coral
Reefs of great sunny-paradise Florida in 2016!
I
have absolutely nothing to do with the way the United States
Copyright Office catalogs the 29 musical projects that I've sent to
them over decades of time. After the internet became available to the
general public in the early middle nineties, to the point where it
was a real entity and used by many folks who grew it to astronomical
proportions after that, THEY made up the file on my music, and it is
THEIR website. I only copied it to my BOM blogs. In fact, they
insist my project number 29 is there, but I have gone up and I am
unable to access it. But I have learned that I have no rights
or freedoms in this nation, and the rules that apply to everybody
mother fuckign else, just don't apply to me. I
am not allowed to get involved in MUSIC in any way, shape, or form,
not unless I want to be turned inside out, upside down, and assaulted
by the Milituforce in covert stealthy ways that go far beyond
inconceivable, despicable, and monstrously fuckiGN horrendous.
So I don't even try to understand why my copyrighted early
July-2013 project, called, “You'll
Be Crossing Over/My Youtube Project”, is not available
for me to access on the Copyright Office's web-site.
Just
discussing this topic, and my computer is beginning to mother fuckiGN
act up; my kind lads and lassies, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Happy
Turkey Day, YO!!!!!
The
great PINK-GODDESS of STAR TREK;
gee, just what is going on? How many out here know about my trip in
1972, up to Babylon, New York, to 175 Peninsula Drive, to visit with
my mom's cousin, Ruth Huntington Gottwald, at his mansion there? If
you don't, you won't be told any details right now,other than I
always took a tape recorder with me and was obsessed with tape
recorders at that time. How many know how I was taken on a road trip
on the second day of my visit, up to the north shores of this great
Woodie Guthrie Island, and had an experience that I blocked out of my
mind for 36 years, until it resurfaced in a dream on 5 October, in
2008? I, even then after awakening, believed it to be just a dream,
until I finally became my own head doctor, and admitted to myself
that I witnessed a horrendous event up at my daughter's house!
DECEMBER
9, 2015,
WEDNESDAY
AFTERNOON AT 12:06,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 78 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H78-/L-66).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 76%, AND IT FEELS LIKE 82.
WIND
IS E AT 6, WITH GUSTS TO 11.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0006.
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TRANSMISSION.
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