GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 13
HHHHHHHOOOOLY
HELL-WATER, SARAH CALLIO MARTINO; your retirement party is coming up
soon, and you need not concern yourself about inviting poor old
Mountainpen.
Your
big day is coming up too, other 'S. C.' initialed person, so
HO-HO-HO! MY BEST TO MERRY'S MOM!
DECEMBER
22, 2015,
TUESDAY
ORNING AT 1:15,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 80 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-81/L-70).
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WIND
IS SE AT 16, GUSTIMG SLIGHTLY TO 17.
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I'm
back,
EVIL CHUCKIE, DAWN-MARIE, BEETLEJUICE NONSTAR, and FREDDY ELM!!!!!
AND MISTER MCDONALD SIR; with any and all great POKER-HANDS, “I'M
LOVIN' IT”!!!!!
WE
CAN PUT OR SHOUT, BUT ALL THIS IS GOING TO GET US IS LOTS OF DARK
SMELLY COAL IN OUR X-MAS STOCKING. HALLOWEEN 1974 WAS BAD ENOUGH FOR
YOU AND HALLOWEEN OF 1975 WAS BAD ENOUGH FOR ME, SO WHO NEEDS THAT
ADDED BASKET OF BAD KARMA?
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
YES
GINA, UP-UP-UP-UP, JUST AS I TOLD YOU, GIRL!!!
Doe,
a queer, a Ventnor queer
Ray,
the weapons used by scum
Me,
a name when used two times
Let's
me know that I'm all done
Fa,
this follows doe-ray-me
So,
the cool thing said by Crane
La-La-La-La-La
Then
comes tea which brings us dough.
And
that is all without any help from two musical and playwright greats;
Mister Rogers and Mister Hammerstein. Still, sing it to their cool
song and get a laugh on mother fuckiGN me, YO!!!
Oh
now quit play-acting to be Joe clueless, as one Kim Wild is enough,
with all of our weird chords back in the days of all Sleepy punished
Hollows; speaking of all Crane's, huh ARTHUR SIR? You were with me in
hyperspace, sir. WOW what a fucking ass adventure; forget Mister
Cannon. This defies even the imagination of most type three
exploratron travelers.
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KEYBOARDS
FROM PETAHELL ® 1980
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
PINK
GODDESSES & MORNING
LIGHTS
PINK
GODDESSES & MORNING LIGHTS
PINK
GODDESSES & MORNING LIGHTS
PINK
GODDESSES & MORNING LIGHTS
PINK
GODDESSES & MORNING LIGHTS
So
why do I go on so about hyperspace towel seepage, hyperspace
knowledge curvature ratios, and dreams/exploratrons/Fascitar tools,
and along this line, some ask me? Well then I will answer you.
Because in the future, of all worlds that survive the
humanity-struggle of absolute power corrupting absolutely, and yes,
that too is in a major curving reality in the fifth dimensional
hyperspace; all of this is a major part of all of that, and it also
most definitely rears its very ugly dam head in the personal life, of
one mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr, and has since the day that he popped
out of his Moomy-deaest's joy-box, on 4 December of 1954.You all know
that some of the dreams that we have collectively had, you, me, and
those who we know of or know personally; have come true, like my
Lottery-Pick and the magic-cat, back in 1980, and other things, yet
more times than not, these dreams never come to pass in waking life.
This happens because of precise movements between worlds that
directly result from what Morianity refers to as the effects from
transdimensional towel-seepage. If we don't know how to make things
happen, we cannot use the tool, and effect any kind of even small
reliable control over the hyperspace-situation, for lack of any
better way for me to describe this reality. In other words, let us
say that I need to get back to Jersey and begin my life, and the
forces of Mister Hall and his pal fictional Darth Vader relentlessly
hack my life and stop me at every turn and move that I make towards
that goal and objective; then if I as a member of the ESS need to
overcome this power (force), Mister Darth Hall Vader; I must be able
to go to a parallel universe that is extremely localized to the one
where my body is powering me to be awake in, watch the TV news and
get a lottery number, and then go back to my own body that is laying
in bed and asleep. I need to then awaken and remember the experience
where I took over one of my hyperspace doubles and dominated him to
get a number, and remember it clearly. When I wake up with that
memory, I need to take this seriously, and go over to the store, and
play it. If the universe visited and dream-controlled, was close
enough in localization to the one where the actual lottery play is
done, I would win the lottery. It isn't cheating to play a number
from a dream. Still, many dream lottery numbers, and some few have
won as a result, and so a lot of folks still do not get how
hyperspace really works. Why some times, and not other times, in
other words? Well, many times you only think you were controlling a
dream, or you know already that you were not, and were just the
recessant dreamer of the experience that your double was actually
living through in his waking world parallel in hyperspace. Unless you
know that it is a very close in parallel (extremely localized), there
is only a chance you may have a duplicated effect back in your waking
world where the lottery ticket is later purchased by you. When you
lose a loved one, your mind is in pain. You try to be wit that loved
one after death therefore, in parallel universes, hence we dream
about those who die, quite often, especially during the very intense
period that follows immediately after their death. Sometimes we move
onto very localized parallels, while other times, not so much. I
remember many of the times with my own mother. Sometimes the city of
Philadelphia was very similar, other times it had major differences,
but she is still my mother, or my mind would not have taken me into
that interaction at that universe. After a bad automobile accident,
you may find yourself exploring around parallels where you are having
that same accident only with various similar but not exact items,
that happened in your waking world accident. Sometimes you may
experience the accident that your double had in a parallel universe,
before you have your accident in the waking world, and you would see
that as ''dreaming the future''. Once hyperspace, dreaming, and
exploratron truths are known about and understood, all of life's
paranormal mysterious clear up, including the Ufological related
items as well.
As
for my note under the door, recently and ever since then, my nabes
around me, have been going in and out quite fuckiGN spuriously after
midnight, and until four in the dam morning; Sheriff Mascara. Just
so you know.
This
is causing the stock market to climb illegally, on my back as well,
kind Sheriff sir!!!!!
Well, now this has all been said, for now, YO!
Well
Molly Ringworm Scratches, and others;
there are many things that need
a bit more discussing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The coverup of the New Jersey Board of Education of what was done to
me that destroyed my life, in conjunction with child molester Tom
Reale, and how it was all plotted and planned quite meticulously in a
horrendous monstrous fuckiGN collusion of despicable evil devilish
people from hell, and how my mom knew a lot of this, and had me sent
away, not just to the private school where I met Mike McNulty, but a
whole bunch of other things all happened, between her, her coworker,
and yes, the great United States Military, or one of their
departments, known as the Merchant Marines. I had a card from them,
and had joined them as an ordinary seaman, and was all set to go to
sea and have a whole different life, and I have no memories at all of
how my dad and his pal Mister Einstein, and that dam fucking rotten
invisibility experiment, all acted in with all of this, but I know
that both my dad and I, had our entire paperwork changed around. One
day I woke up and was told that the president of the United States
did something, and that I was no longer in the service. They all know
what is happening, and they all know that PINK GODDESS RULES SUPREME,
and that SHE indeed is hovering out there all around our galaxy, and
whether SHE is with me or not with me, Mister HALL; something sure
the fuck is!!! Part of this has to do with a very strange girl named
Roseann Delaney from a home in Haddonfield, New Jersey, who would
visit and walk past me and try and talk to me, every evening at
exactly twilight evening as it was darkening and after the sun had
set, while I was out with my cat, Ziggy, at the apartment I lived at
in Westmont, New Jersey, 125-A Haddon Hills, on Pyle Avenue. Is it
only fitting now for me to say, “Well my-my-my”, or just “Hello
Vietnam and sergeant Carter”???????? In any event, mom's shipping
company coworker was instrumental in my going to get my Mariners Sea
Card, in the seventies, and this is a very complicated story, and is
why to this very day, I have strange hyperspace travels about being
near the Independence Mall in Philly, and all sorts of wild shit is
happening all around me. This went onto lead me to a house owned by
this coworker of my mom, who indirectly made sure that I learned
about the secret Astral-Plane travel tool, called, 'FASCITAR'!!!!!!!
It also led me to a house on a highway, years later in early 1984, a
full seven years in the future, where somehow, my life was BLUCRAN
altered, so that I never was a seaman. It has something to do with my
dying in the South American early eighties conflict, a traveler who
visited me at the river job with incredible UFO-TYPE powers like
Mister 1974 Beachman, and making sure that enough thickness of 5-D
STM exists in localized hyperspace, so that I would be around in
1995, to remember about SARAH KRASSLE, and to do Morianity. I know
this sounds like some super far out fucked up SYFY fiction story, and
something to maybe even make the creators of both Star Trek and Star
Wars totally fucking salivate over, but the trouble is people, it is
not fiction. This is god dam fuckiGN all totally real. I
will be saying some things about
my time in Florida
and how in my opinion, this BAD-25-TRIP,
was planned from decades ago, when I was here before at the tail end
of 1983, in Orlando, with my Chief Recording Engineer, Mister Howard
Solomon, from the RPL SOUND STUDIOS, of Camden, New Jersey!
Several mysterious things happened while I was staying at his Orlando
home for about three or four days. One is a memory fuck up, as I have
almost a perfect photographic memory of my entire life back to the
very day I came out of my mom's dam loins and saw the snow coming
down outside of the Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania hospital window! Yet, I
do not have much clear recall to that trip, other than when I spoke
to three individuals. One was a strange man who 'popped up' at
Howard's little roadside restaurant. Another was a Publix Employee in
town, when Howard and I went shopping and I purchased a one pound bag
of plain M&M Candies. The third was an awesome gorgeous young
chick at an office, who fell for me like a ton of bricks, yet Howard
insisted she did not like me at all and that I had imagined it, and
told me with some decent amount of fervor. When I feel like telling
this, you will know more about a connection to the
great HOLLISTER HIGHWAY HOUSE,
from back up north. But, as with heaven, this can all wait, to quote
most mortals. No one is ever one bit to anxious to go to heaven. I
never met a dam soul who was. They believe, but they are not in any
hurry to get to this dam awesome place. This reminds me of a lawyer
who was one of the clients of my RPL job while I was employed there
between late July of 1979 and middle March of 1981. He said and I
quote, “Pain is a window into hell. Suffering is the work of the
devil”. Why does this make me think of that, you wonder? In a very
brief and condensed way, just allow me to say this much for right
now, please. Faith in a Supreme Entity is sort of that window, only
we substitute hell with heaven. Life for the vast majority, here on
this Earth, entails a great deal of suffering. Only a hand picked few
on this planet have magical lives like Donald Trump. He knows it, and
we all know it. So we suffer and we suffer, and we wonder, and I
wonder; why then is no one ever EVER in any hurry at all, to go to
HEAVEN, and be rid of “THE DEVIL” forever and ever and ever? Hey,
don't ask me, and I won't ask any of you for dam crissake. Another
WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
When
I feel like telling this, you will know more about a connection to
the
great HOLLISTER HIGHWAY HOUSE,
from back up north. When I feel like telling this, you will know more
about a connection to the
great HOLLISTER HIGHWAY HOUSE,
from back up north. When I feel like telling this, you will know more
about a connection to the
great HOLLISTER HIGHWAY HOUSE,
from back up north. When I feel like telling this, you will know more
about a connection to the
great HOLLISTER HIGHWAY HOUSE,
from back up north. When I feel like telling this, you will know more
about a connection to the
great HOLLISTER HIGHWAY HOUSE,
from back up north. When I feel like telling this, you will know more
about a connection to the
great HOLLISTER HIGHWAY HOUSE,
from back up north. When I feel like telling this, you will know more
about a connection to the
great HOLLISTER HIGHWAY HOUSE,
from back up north. When I feel like telling this, you will know more
about a connection to the
great HOLLISTER HIGHWAY HOUSE,
from back up north. When I feel like telling this, you will know more
about a connection to the
great HOLLISTER HIGHWAY HOUSE,
from back up north. When I feel like telling this, you will know more
about a connection to the
great HOLLISTER HIGHWAY HOUSE,
from back up north.
Don't
beat me up too badly, Katy and Adele.
Where
are you when I need you; Sir Clarence Harris?
END
TRANSMISSION.
PEACE
OUT, YO!
PEACE
OUT, YO!
PEACE
OUT, YO!
PEACE
OUT, YO!
PEACE
OUT, YO!
PEACE
OUT, YO!
PEACE
OUT, YO!
PEACE
OUT, YO!
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