Chapter
28, Chris, Ed, and the Milituforce Blogaud
I
did not tell you any details of the wild ''dream'' from last night,
and no, you are not imaging that I did not. I was very busy going
through hell with noise today, inside and outside, as well as many
annoyances and major black hat computer hacking!!!!!
If
I told all of the dream, we would be many hours of me typing, and
maybe, you reading. SHEEEEEEEEIT, why take the chance of boring my
audience to death? I will just tell you a few highlights. I was
speaking to several people that I only know here at major big shot
people, and yet over there, we know each other well, and one is
President Barack Obama, and his entire family. I am sure over here,
he thinks I am just a major nut case, and he is entitled to his
beliefs. Over there, he too is in politics, an dis a governor, and
don't ask me which state, as I was in no mood to ask him about that,
after he told me that I needed to remember some incredible things
back where I am asleep physically an dyes, that's a dam direct quote.
When he went onto tell me, it had to do with the trip in late 1983
down to Orlando, Florida, from up in Jersey, as well as the throat
specialist, and the major horrible experience of the memory loss on
my trip back from there, and to that wild house on the highway, that
I have had recurring nightmares about for years, but they stopped
about a decade back, praise the gods. I also spoke with some people
who I do know over here, and who are name recognized. They were
telling me that I needed to realize what happened to me during that
time that my mom and I were having those horrible problems with the
Hammonton Texaco mechanic-owner, Jerry, who I have blogged about over
and over, several years back. He told me that this man now is the
head chauffeur for Mariah Carey the great diva, an dyes, the one from
the wild dreaming interaction of the first day of summer time in
2008, Mister Jersey-Logo Weirdo. Remember people, in case you are new
to my blogs, or forgot; this wild experience was very major, as MC
showed me where I was soon going to be living, because this is where
it all took place, just in that parallel universe, instead of being a
home owned by Hammonton, New Jersey Judge, Frank Raso; it was some
medical building, but other than for that one difference, the two
worlds totally collided.
Lads
and lassies; my life cannot be rationally explained. Not by mother
fuckign great psychiatrists, not by the UFO experts, not by those who
hate me, or those that don't, and not by many many other categories
as well, YO.
In
addition to all of this; take my entire ten year blog now, and
multiply all of it by a thousand, and maybe, just mother fuckiGN
maybe; it may come somewhere close to rationally interpreting some
degree, of the life and what it all is about, of me; Mark Wayne Mohr,
the Mountainpen, and the receiver of Morianity.
I did not say the creator or the inventor; so please take strong note
of that, right here and right now, great Lieutenant Anita VanBuren as
well as everybody else. Thanks!
To
quote Diana, “Waterfalls
are so awesome”.
I
have no time or energy to make jokes or make light of what is
happening to me. I know you all laugh even when I promise you that
after I am shortly fucking dead and gone, some of you will be next. I
do not know who, and all odds are it won't be anyone reading this
blog. But some people out here, I totally know have already become
what I call, the targeted replacements of Mountainpen, once I am
shortly dead and gone.
I
have no strength to fuckign go around trying to twist arms. As
Mashell Daniels said to me in 1980, at the RPL Sound Studios of
Camden, New Jersey, USA, “Mark, you're entitled to your opinion”.
Thank you so very much, lovely Mashell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All
that I can do is tell my shit, and do my blogs, and see what this
entire deal is all about someday, much the same as all of you,
whether you dam ass know it or not, great folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
©
BOM 2006-2015 MARK WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
Ladies
and gentlemen, it is time for a nice burger and a bowl of dam ice
cream, and then to bed with old asshole Mister Mountainpen.
WHAAAAAAAAAAA!
This
fantastic looking burger is available at all wonderful Walmart
stores, everywhere. And so are these luscious delicious looking
strawberries, YO!!!
HOLY
DAM WOW, FOLKS!!!
HOLY
DAM WOW, FOLKS!!!
HOLY
DAM WOW, FOLKS!!!
HOLY
DAM WOW, FOLKS!!!
HOLY
DAM WOW, FOLKS!!!
HOLY
DAM WOW, FOLKS!!!
HOLY
DAM WOW, FOLKS!!!
Jumping
catfish at light speed squared, those babies can be addicting. I used
to tell my mom, when we would be out shopping, don't be screwing with
other people's kids. My mom didn't mean anything at all wrong, but in
a screwed up society filled with pervo's and sickos, one must now be
careful to just be mindful to always keep to our own business. Once
upon a time, life was no where near like this unnatural shit of today
and this is the trade off that people want and insist upon so much,
They want their cell phones and their own little universes in their
hand, but now we live in a world of garbage where you cannot even
smile or say hello to a soul.
Our
love was true, our love was rare
No
other love could ever compare
Now
that you're gone
My
spirits are low
And
baby baby baby, I love you so.
©
1977 Mark Wayne Mohr
END
TRANSMISSION.
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