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Things
could not be worse for me if someone from the capitol city of
Purgatory, wanted it to be. All night long and into the day Sunday, I
was nightmaring in Atlantic City, AGAIN, and it was quite
horrible as it ALWAYS IS, and then shortly after coming awake here
again, I was given a super bowel attack, making me shit all fucking
over my calves before I could make it into the mother fucking toilet.
All of these major body assaults are done to me
with POISON CHEMTRAIL ATTACKS. I only wish I was making all of
this nightmare fucking story up, only I'M COCK SUCKING NOT; KIND
SHERIFF, SIR, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
great Camden County, New Jersey Prosecutor's Office ADA, Ron Wirtz,
Senior; wasn't
as dumb as he was faking fucking out to be,
at
least in my humble 1980 little Mashell Daniel's opinion,
that I am most definitely entitled to, at least to here her tell it,
back then in '80, YO. He said that David Charles Roth, or actually,
he said that his
actions at the time,
very early into the nineteen-nineties, and to quote this, “Mark
as you would say, some of the things he is doing are quite spurious”.
The joke is that Dave used that word quite a lot back in the two
final eighties-years, and so I had sort of picked it up and verbally
fucking adopted it myself. Now it was being even further echoed right
back, to its original source, DAVE! On the surface, Dave told me
later that this was so absurd, as
all he was doing was looking for a clunker car, and a minimum wage
job;
and he chuckled, and looked at me with that fake dumb ass expression
as though he was saying others were quintessential DUH-people; and
then he would laugh raucously, and I came to think, yeah; Ron is
handing
me the business
again,
huh Wolly Cleaver?
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT,
as with all damn things, the
devil lies in the details.
The ADA Wirtz, wasn't referring to Dave's job and car hunt. No
sir. No ma'am.
Dave was way more than he appeared to be on the surface, ever since
day one at the Caldor Department store. And why, great PINK
GODDESS
SSJKK?
Well, because she told me back on Pearl Harbor Day in 1996, to always
be playing HER great game of GTNOTG (Guess
The Name Of The Guests)!!!
This way, nothing goes unraveled into strange mysteries, without
first being at least somewhat detected,
as the source of all the shit behind all the great parlor tricks and
Tallosion---Star Trek Illusions, (TSTI), the Exploratronic
Supermind Society
(ESS)!!!!!
My mother totally listened intently to the words of Mister ADA Wirtz,
when I told her what he had said. Dave however convinced me this was
a lot of bull. Then came my moving into Highview Apartments, shortly
after this all went down, and then the two of us getting back as
friends, after we had parted ways for about a year and a half,
following a nasty telephone argument. Listener Theresa and Jason
Forrest Summer may not believe this, but not all of my phone talks
are metaphysical. Many are and were, quite freaking real, kind folks!
My 1994 book that is all Copyright protected in Washington, DC,
Shania and other crooks with top name recognition that we need not
get into on this blog; but my book is a major key part of all of
this. In it I discussed lots of stuff, from Julie White (Jewelly),
the boardwalk singing Christmas tree goddess angel, powerful dreaming
interactions, and way more; but for now I won't bore anyone further
with more continued proofs, as to quote Streisand and Summer from
early into the nineteen-eighties, “Enough is enough is enough”!!!!
Was
the Dave Roth just Dave Roth from here in this universe, or did his
advanced doppelganger dream-control him, and bring him to me at the
great powerful Caldor Department Store security job in early November
of 1985? Julia White has told me many times that this is true, only
you don't know a dam thing yet, great audience. Dave and I had parted
ways a while, after a fight we'd had, while I was still renting the
home in Gibbsboro owned by Patricia Meeker, the mother of a New
Jersey State Police Officer. It was a long parting, almost two years
if my memory is accurate at all. Maybe only 18 months, but it was not
quite a ways after I had moved into the Highview Apartments of
Williamstown, New Jersey from that rented home that Misses Meeker was
going to sell and I could not buy it at the time, so my mom and I
left and moved into the Highview place, and this was our second stay
at this place. I had started my book, The Permission Barrier, while
still at the Meeker home, and completed it at the Highview
Apartments, in 1994. I sent it down to the Copyright Office on
Halloween Day of 1994, as some of you already know all about this
entire mess. In my book, a character from my DREAMS, JULIA WHITE, was
put into the book. Anyone of the great and powerful examiners in
Washington, DC, knows it all by now, Mister Billy Islander Joel. But
Dave was still not back in my life until early in 1995. Shortly after
we were friends again, he had a wild DREAM, and guess wh came into
his dreams extremely vividly, but this giant lovely dark haired
beauty goddess, going by the name Jewel? I know that she spells her
name Jewelly, and her name in the book TPB that I wrote, was altered
to Julie White, but really it is Mariena Carlittia Jewelly White
Krassle. Her City-Name in the HOLY CITY
or
capitol city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal,
is
JEWELLY-Natalazatahh, and various astral-plank translations to waking
English Language world suffix-names that follow any name of JEWELLY,
exist. Actually Julia White told me, millions of years ago, that
there are more
than four hundred suffix names
to
the city-name of JEWELLY.
This
name is registered in the great Palace
Hall on Kanwal Avenue,
and
what is known in waking world physical plane human bibles, as names
written in the lambs book of life, is indeed one and the same with
this CITY-NAME registry in the great awesome KANWAL-PALACE.
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I
WAS SO SCARED THAT DAY IN MAY, WHILE YOU'RE FAVORITE GAME
YOU'D PLAY. AS YOUR 1-2-3, KEPT SIGNALLING ME THAT YOU'RE THERE. I
DIDN'T SEE JUST HOW, OR WHAT I HAD. AND INSTEAD I GOT SO MAD. I TOOK
OUT THE PHONE, AND WAS CUT OFF ALONE, AND I MADE MY BABY
SAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM SO SO SO SORRY, MY WONDERFUL LOVELY
BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING.
©
1983 MARK WAYNE MOHR
“SAGA
OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD”
MISERABLE
MONSTER SLEAZEBALL JANE JUST MOTHER FUCKING NAILED ME GOOD. PLEASE
LET ME CUNT-PHLEGM-RAPE, FOLKS. THANK YOU VERY
MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Still,
being chocked to death began in 1983, and was made far worse in 2015.
But they didn't kill me, and they couldn't kill me. Highland
Avenue-1984 Mark Wayne Mohr, just keeps doing the COPPERTOP BATTERY
Dance of Forever; Peter Paul Pedersen Pan
Geico!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM) 2006-2018
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
I
paid my money for the J-PEG or whatever, and I did it legally, so why
does GOOGLE-BLOGGER take my image away many times?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR? IS THIS ONE BIT FAIR? IS THIS ONE BIT FAIR? IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR? IS THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
''Holy
damn fucking smokes''; latengrate Uncle Stuart Huntington Mason, from
1208 Greentree Lane, Narberth, Pennsylvania, Montgomery County; just
a few miles away from where I was born, at the Bryn Mawr Hospital, on
4 December, 1954; at half past nine in the dam morning; just whassup,
YO?
WHAT
IS PATTY AND HER GREAT FASCITAR BULLSHIT REALLY ALL ABOUT, YOU SAY?
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
Here
is the magical FASCITAR.
What people don't get is just how powerful this shit really and truly
is. If I tried to charge $1,000.00 to send these instructions to you,
printed on super fancy U. S. mint type of paper and printed on some
wild brew of ink, you would all say it was valuable. That is how
fuckiGN stupid people of Planet Earth are. I am giving away the
fuckign mint, and most everyone alive is saying, “screw you
Mountainpen”! Well, I am still giving it away. Even the great Mizz
Know-It-All from 1974 only knew part of this. The final part is never
printed or wasn't, not in 1969 when new copies were retrieved from a
lost Mayan culture from the stars, or some other crap the AAT Club
might dream up. I already know there is only one world that counts,
and anything else is a bunch of illusion and shit.
Lay
down on a flat comfortable surface, and be sure it is dark and quiet.
If you need to wear a blindfold and put ear-buds in with some white
noise repeating looped sound track, do it. It is best to be
unclothed, but 'whatever' to quote my old 1975 pal, Bob Andrews!
Those living alone or in any situation where they can do this in a
private room, dark and quiet, will receive the best and quickest
successful results. But don't lose hope when it won't happen on your
first try. I don't know one dam Tibetan Guru who got it oon their
first try. You only need to actually DO two steps. The first part of
the four things you need to do, as well as the fourth; merely need to
be mastered by repetition. For those who know of and practiced stuff,
such as what you'll find in Robert Monroe's great book on the subject
of 'astral-projection', throw away all the shit you think you know
about this topic, and merely begin all over again as though this is
all totally new to you. His stuff may or may not work for various
people, but I assure you that you will not be able to accomplish the
results that the Fascitar will bring to you, once you master its
unfathomable secret, and develop this quite outlandish skill.
STEP
ONE OF FOUR:
You
need to feel divinely blissful.
In order to do this, while laying motionless in your dark quiet
solitude; you
must learn to daydream.
Even people such as me, with rotten lives, can daydream. All of us no
matter what, have something somewhere, that pretending this is
surrounding you; would make you feel almost giddy and high, naturally
of
course. Don't confuse this with step-2, as things may appear similar,
but they are not really. Each step needs to be done. You must follow
this to an exact tee, no cheating, and no exceptions to the rule. So
find something in
your life that totally tops your number ten list
for
things you look back on and go, 'Oh shit was that mind bending cool
and wonderful, squared'! Fixate on that thing that is a ten with a
double bullet in your cap, and pretend it is all around you. When I
did this, I used my times at the Atlantic City beaches in 1969, when
Ziggy and I enjoyed swims, and talks together; and had a really cool
time. This is not done over and over as the next step item I talk
about needs to be done. This instead is done but once, but you keep
doing it until you almost feel a tingling sensation, from the happy
feelings pulsating throughout you. If you do this right, and wasn't
born in prison or hell, and find the right thing in your life to
remember; you will get that divine blissful feeling of ecstasy, and
without using stupid sixty hippie drugs to get there. Once you reach
the end of step-1, we move onto step two.
STEP
TWO OF FOUR:
This
is where you operate a two-part instruction system that may seem
ridiculous and stupid. Following it precisely however; is key to your
success in becoming a skilled user of Fascitar. Choose a person or
place that you wish to visit. Yes, I told you this would seem to be a
lot like step-1. It isn't. It needs to be followed very carefully.
You need to do it ten times, so don't make the daydream real long
with a million twists and turns like in some James Bond thriller.
Keep it reasonably simple. Visualize your spirit essence sort of
oozing out of your body as if an elephant were to step on a very
large tube of toothpaste. After this, and have your road map clear in
your mind, begin your journey. Remember this must be run like a tape
in your mind, and the precise number of ten repetitions is pivotal
for making this work. When I used to do this after my mom brought
home this wild information from her office, I would choose a person
to visit and tell them to call me on the telephone. I did this with
two people, and they both called me. This is real folks, not some
parlor trick game. Don't mess with this unless you truly want to
prove to yourself that life and death is a big hoax, and that your
true self is not contained in your current physical housing or shell,
(body). So whatever it might be, keep it about 30-90 seconds long,
but concentrate hard, and don't mock this thing, because if you do it
correctly and take it seriously, you'll be in for the shock of your
life that you don't need any fucking illegal drugs like LSD or any of
it, to take mind bending trips outside of ordinary reality, and see
the results even, should you wish to, as did I. Again I stress that
you need to do this ten times, not 8, not 9, not 11, not 12, BUT
TEN TMES! Once
you reach the end of step-2, we move onto step three.
STEP
THREE OF FOUR:
This
also is a rote item, where you must do the following thing, exactly
6 TIMES.
This
is where you command your astral body, silently in your mind, to
leave you in several hours, and go and do what you just imagined,
whatever that may have been. You are totally free to change that up
each time you practice this procedure, but you must stay with this
exact 'trip' in each individual practice session. You are free to
command your astral-body to leave you and go on that
imagined-journey, in 3 hours, or 2, or 4, or whatever you personally
feel comfortable with, but the idea is that you need an hour to fall
asleep and be asleep physically, minimum, and then, depending on if
you are a light sleeper who never sleeps without waking up much past
3 hours, you need to adjust the timing to your own personal needs and
physical habits, based on your sleep habits, bladder weakness, and
other situations. Once
you reach the end of step-3, we move onto step four.
STEP
FOUR OF FOUR:
This
is that magic part that I will give you from a lot of personal
experience. It won't be found in any mystery-texts from Mayan ruins
to the mountains of Tibet, or anywhere on this planet. I promise you
that. Most if not all people who succeed in this occult exercise,
will wake up into a waking-freeze state. Your muscles freeze up when
you dream, because if they didn't, you would have a high probability
of injuring yourself in your body while having nightmares, at various
points of your life. Some people can have limited mobility as they go
in-between dream and waking states, and many a spouse has the black
eye to prove that, unless wife dear or hubby boy is using the excuse
to belt his or her significant other and get away with it. Still, all
joking aside; I'll move on. This exercise will eventually cause you
to wake up asleep. This is when your original trip that you may or
may not remember with your conscious mind, has ended; but you now are
in 100% absolute control over a new trip and dream, and you can enter
hyperspace from that point, or move off the physical hyperspace, and
onto the ASTRAL-PLANE (the Purgatory). You can do this at will, and
you will have no trouble whatsoever doing this, IF that is, you are
aware of what is happening to you at this magical point, and can
properly take control and keep calm, because numerous things will
happen to most people who do this, and end up awake in a dream in
their bed. While awake in this dream, you will see your room clearly,
and it will appear to move in two parts, almost like windshield
wipers in a car. You also will hear a buzzing wine type of sound,
that is almost nauseating. You may feel your heart go faster, and
then just stop abruptly, but this is a pure illusion. You don't need
to have a beating heart, to be dreaming. A doctor will disagree, but
they cannot grasp the higher stuff that is being talked about in
these instructions. My point however to all of this is that you need
to get past the fear. You will experience a blast of fear like
nothing you can imagine, because mortal life is all we remember when
we are inside of it, and we think we are dying or dead in this wild
new condition, along with sounds and visions that become very scary
to even the biggest cons in the prison yards. They fear dying just
like all of you do. But
you MUST GET BEYOND THAT FEAR
to
make the Fascitar work for you. This is the really powerful part and
step, because getting to the mountaintop so to speak is great, but
not if after we get there, someone steals our shoes and our coat and
we must turn back and go home. When you reach the point where you can
wake up frozen, and then instead of commanding your higher self
(astral-body) to go somewhere, which in truth nothing ever really
goes anywhere, as we are not even here to begin with; but don't try
tackling that crap right now folks; but when you reach that point,
this is when you need to just will yourself and see yourself on the
ASTRAL-PLANE. I don't even will myself there first and then to any
particular interaction there in the purg. I will myself from my bed,
straight into the great capitol city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, or
(HEAVEN) by your religious systems. Now I am not saying that doing
this won't totally alter your life. Even big Oprah Winfrey knows that
it does, and had a lady on her show, back when she had her show on
network-television, in the middle nineteen-nineties. She'll remember
this lady if you ask her about this, and then show her these words of
Fascitar. I know 95% of my audience are big shots who know her well.
Go ahead, put me to the test, and see if I fail your credibility
meter!
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.
I
can choose any topic of ten thousand topics from my ten years of
blogs, and expand on it, compress it into a major nutshell, or
anything else, and yet, if I take any blog in this entire decade long
project, and then work it backward or forward from there, even
Einstein could not make up a true story this major, as well as
meticulous in all details, right down to how many times I farted or
belched on any given day or week. Maybe this sounds somewhat gross
and disgusting, but it gets attention, and makes a powerful freaking
point; lads and lassies! Folks; no matter what any of these
Milituforce people do to me, have done to me, and will do to me, old
freaking Highland Avenue Mountainpen who is also known as (AKA) Mark
Wayne Mohr, can always make this following totally true and accurate
statement,
'OK
I'm
back,
EVIL
CHUCKIE, DAWN-MARIE, BEETLEJUICE NONSTAR, and FREDDY
ELM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'
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Sunday, December 13, 2015
Chapter 30, Chris, Ed, and the Milituforce Blogaud
Chris,
Ed,
And
The
Milituforce
Blogaud
Chapter
30
So
why did my cunt chewing computer just fucking crash,
SHERIFF
MASCARA;
my kind sir????????????????????????????? Well, I will tell
you
the goddamn answer, It's the same fucking answer that is causing me
to get fucked with by NEW
JERSEY MEDICAID,
as well as some
new legislation regarding my anti-anxiety medication,
that I just learned about the other day, when I mother fucking opened
up some of my mail, and got a
notice from the great and powerful HUMANA Health Insurance
peeps. It seems that 'they' will continue to make it more difficult
for anyone to be treated for anxiety in this EVIL
FUCKING EMPIRE NATION,
AKA THE UNITED
STATES OF AMERICA.
So will I survive for two more years, when my mother fucking
disability is magically transferred into social security, allowing me
to escape this nightmare nation, and their sicko drug laws? That
is the sixty-four trillion fucking dollar question,
LADS AND LASSIES, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Boy
oh boy oh boy, lads and lassies; is the mighty know it all
CUZZ-TERRY-EGGHEAD fullabulla times ten to the power of ninety-seven!
If I did not write this MORIANITY
all seemingly totally scatter-brained, none of it would make any
sense. It is unfortunate but totally true that it must be done in
this manner. How in the name of holy mother fucking shit eaters could
I write this in some chronological order, and then add in all of the
new day to day fucking shit that I endure, when it's all completely
connected up with each other?
WOW,
DO I WISH I WAS LIVING IN RUSSIA. ANY PLACE ON
THIS FUCKED UP GLOBE WOULD BE BETTER THAN THIS NIGHTMARE
NON-FEE-FREE-MACY-EVIL-EMPIRE!!!!!!!!!!!
During
this past week of beyond mother fucking Thanx-2-Givens
Death Siege that was labeled by me before this Sarah-nightmare
began in late 1995 somewhere, “Thanksgiving
siege”; all of the hellish nightmarish mother fucking
junk from of the eighties and nineties at their absolute worst, has
been visited upon me again. I am sure that my
Blogaudians remember me making this claim recently. If
anyone is able to scan my building area, you will mother fucking see
MAJOR GIGANTIC CHEMTRAILS SURROUNDING MY
BUILDING. What most people do
not know, and will never be aware of; is that all sorts of nasty
poisonings are done by way of these mother fucking jet vapor trails.
All you need to do is add into the jet fuel, various chemicals that
do not have any effect one way or the other with the performance of
the airplanes, yet will effect those on the ground who get repeatedly
exposed over and over in short periods of time, with high amounts of
this chemical-warfare. This mother fucking technology goes all the
way back to the Vietnam War, minimum. It may well predate that war
and go all the way back to the great WWll. I honestly cannot answer
that. What you need to know here, Agent Mueller, is that jerk off
Mister Trump has used his military pals to hurt my health for more
than three solid fucking decades now, and this was told to me as
fact, by ADA Ron Wirtz Senior, in a round about way, on more than one
occasion, referring to the air pilot poisoners as “Buddies
of the big business conspiracy against me”. This is all
real, and this all mother fucking happened; oh great FBI, AG,
Congress, Senate, State Police of Florida, and local Fort Pierce PD,
and my local County Sheriff, Kenneth J. Mascara! As I
said in the last blog after mentioning the major chemtrail assault, I
will cap it into this blog now: Yes people, this is the worst
day now in about a decade, or definitely on the top five list, and
THAT, IPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have been given
horrible cramps and major fucking diareah, major chemtrailing
attacks, and major neighbor assaults!!!!!!!!! This is all one
and the same deal, as these mother fucking poison
chemtrails CAUSED my horrible cramping and diareah, and I've
had to endure this monstrous and despicable suffering, at the hands
of Trump and his goons; for nearly thirty-three mother fucking years
now! This truly is the most evil and dangerous mother fucking empire
on the planet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ButButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, are human beings really in control, or
merely being totally puppeteer'd and manipulated? This is all a lot
like discussing what dreaming is truly about, and why
we need to sleep and dream. We all totally know that when
we dream, we go to many familiar places, yet
subtle differences are ALWAYS in the dreams. Your own house,
your office, I don't care what or where; it is different because we
dream into the hyperspace of
virtually unlimited PARALLEL UNIVERSES!
Humans have lived on this planet for quite some time now, yet I seem
to be the only one who somehow has caught onto that powerful secret.
I can tell it, but no one believes it. So in essence, I
am the only one
WHO TRULY KNOWS THIS POWERFUL INFORMATION! The
(spirit-world) is not the fifth dimension. This endlessness of
purgatory is an astral realm that the scientists call, the
PLANK-TIME. Patty Hollister
showed me how to access this while me, in a human body. Many folks
claim to travel to this Astral-Plane. I seriously doubt the
authenticity of many stories in many books found all over occult
sections in any large good library. If I'm wrong, then I sincerely
apologize. Using the FASCITAR that PH
indirectly showed me, through those very weird, powerful, and
magical educational tapes, and yes I said “EDUCATIONAL”;
one is able to 'travel so to speak',
either to the PLANK existence or PURGATORY or
the Astral-Plane; or merely into the fifth
dimension, where countless parallel
worlds, and other you's and me's, are all existing in. How many of
you remember the HU-CHANT that PH taught to me
back in early 1974, while I was residing in Oaklyn,
New Jersey, USA, ESMWG, at Apt. O-15, Dellway Arms Apartments, on
Oakland Avenue? How many remember both this, as well as my
late 2007 blogs where I created the PHASE-4-ENTITY named Patrick
Jane,
who many know as television's famous
MENTALIST? Those who know the extreme and unfathomable
shit that's all interconnected into these two items, also knows the
incredible HALLS-FAWCES, that
appear to be surrounding me and my life, in ways that go beyond any
conceivable thing! There never was nor ever will be, anything
comparable to MORIANITY, or spoken with
slightly better accuracy, MOUNTAINPEN'S ADULT
BOOK OF THE BEACH VERSION STORY.
Yes, Russel Thaxton or the ESS traveler using his dream here in
hyperspace, had a major goal of burning this book up,
my TEENAGED
VERSION
that is, of the BOOK OF THE BEACH. If I had this original
short story today, I totally know it would be worth its weight in
platinum, times a thousand! PH wanted me to
have the knowledge and wisdom of the FASCITAR.
She also wanted this done completely covertly, with no traces or
tracks leading back to her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, Morianity came
along, Mister Shrimpy Webster, and kaboom; I haven't even
begun to shoot off my big fat fucking mouth, YO! Then folks, I wonder
who remembers some blogging from just a couple of months ago,
regarding my using the metaphysical
thought-arrangement-technique? This is when I told how I
thought that maybe the LORD laid on my heart, a powerful master plan,
to totally eradicate poverty out of the United States; and yet I
would need 25-50 years to pull it off, and I am into my
elderly years. Then suddenly, I remembered that conversation with
those two doctors up in Camden, at that medical research institute,
and them telling me how we do not have to get old. I had placed that
completely out of my mind. When Patty taught me the HU-CHANT, and
also led me indirectly to the mighty ancient wisdom of the FASCITAR,
I blogged about this early on in my 2006-2008
blogs; my wonderful blogaudians! Do you
remember any of that? If not, just go back and reread, YO.
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, it wasn't immediately connecting into
my consciousness, just who PH was, or any of
the other wild shit. This all came in real time, as the
blog just kept progressing along with full open mindedness on my
part, to literally any place that things may go.
You
missed me, Jane-Crappants Diseasesleaze
Witch-Bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She fucking tried nailing me with her
goddamn miserable ONES-ATTACK.
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HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-AHA-AHA,
Mike McNulty!
[[[{{(*SHERIFF
MASCARA KIND SIR*)}}]]]
All
mother fucking day long, I took illegal
ROBO-CALL persecution, yesterday,
Friday. This is now Saturday, December 1, 2018, at 4:23
Ante' Meridian. These cunt chewing mother
fucking bastard pricks will never ever leave me alone. On the
news recently, there was a report that told how these new calls are
getting so bad, that Congress will soon try to pass laws with greater
punishments for these horrible fucking criminals. For now, when the
attack is real bad, I get them fucking with me
ALL DAY LONG, SHERIFF!!!!
When
one long game
is played, in ROULETTE for example; it is no different than if
a player played endlessly at one wheel, and never ever went home. It
is like bad days at home, or at work, or traffic lights, or spouses
being in bad moods, or anything you can possibly think of. The
reality of items in the post atomic world around us, all fits
entirely into perfect mathematical equations and averages. Then there
is also the truth that divergences away from those averages, will
always be a part of this equation as well. One
fantastic example is the daily average temperature in any town or
city anywhere. Really, an average daily temperature is not
that exact number that we see on our local weather news each day. Way
more times than not, it is not that exact number, but rather several
numbers away from it, both higher as
well as lower. Still, if you take one
number off the average, minus one to plus
one, this will be the highest outcomes
over a long running period. The next highest will be two numbers off
the average, minus 2 to plus
two, and so forth. All of reality works like this, as well as
existing in a perfectly balanced order, whereby given all of infinity
or unlimited time for numbers to endlessly go on, every single odds
for any outcome to occur, will indeed perfectly occur. The longer out
we go, it endlessly grows closer and closer to the exact place where
each thing should be. But closer in, more
divergences will occur away from the perfect odds-balance that all
things have. This is why it does not matter if you keep a
record of all numbers at all wheels, ever played at any and all
casinos all over the planet. The same truth
exists on a subatomic level, between the universe and you. Put
simply, whether you stand endlessly at one table, or go to 1,000
tables all over the world, over a forty year gambling span; if you
are present for a total outcome of 38 million spins; just about one
million of all 38 numbers will have popped up for you. This
is not magic. This is merely part
of subatomic reality. The larger worlds surrounding these
smaller worlds, merely are mirror imaging what is all programmed into
the Plank-Time existence, at TRUTH, or in
the Purgatory. But without dying, can people move back
and forth in and out of this Astral-Plane of existence? Well, not
physically. Every galaxy has one gigantic heart-field, and
these great black holes are indeed portals or gateways in and out. If
you die as you read this, you will see the great hole, even though it
is 26 million light years away, as spirit-energy, you no longer have
sufficient electron-mass to perceive distance via physical
interaction with Space-Time-Mind. You also won't see the darkness,
only the great illumination on the other side of the singularity. It
amazes me how that great television show,
'Ghost
Whisperer' seems to know
so many powerful truths!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe JLH and
Patty had a few talks. WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
Psycho-shrinks
believe that thinking the way the Mountainpen does, equals major
insanity. All the psych books label many ideas and thoughts
such as mine, with dozens of names of 'enicks' and 'idisses'. But
they, in all of their total medical arrogance, are existing
in quintessential ignorance. This is my opinion, and I AM
ENTITLED TO IT, or so Mashell Daniels from RPL, back in 1980, has
told me, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They also would completely dismiss the
metaphysical shit where I suddenly remembered something that would be
crucial if I were to ever try and fully implement my plans with
STARBURN OUTREACH DEVELOPMENT, INCORPORATED,
that eventually has the motive and goal of ending and eradicating
poverty out of this country forever!!!!!!!!!!!!! And yes, THEY TOO
are entitled to their opinions. The only thing is that I am living
through all of this shit, and I know that my fucking shit is all
totally absolutely real and true! No one can ever present a
successful argument without first proving me wrong. Many
great people were indeed put to that test, and THEY
FAILED. Some of them got real pissed off and
frustrated. No one on this diseased fucking planet wanted more than
me for them to be able to do this. Reality is reality, and I do
indeed believe Security Officer Bob Schleigh
from 1980, when he would say to me, “BE
REAL”! I never fucking forget a
thing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
do Coins and Coils
travel through these great Galactic-Hearts? You bet your mother
fucking dirty asshole they do, kind folks!!!! They
go in and out of these things all the time, and just
as easily as a sharp turkey knife through a tub of hot butter.
When they don't use this method, then they enter the large exploding
hyperspace via ESS-TRAVELING. Is there really a great Goddess
Fascitar who showed these gods/goddesses or coins and coils, how to
use this method? Well, according to the know it all and incredible
Patricia Hollister, this great goddess did indeed do just that.
Nobody knows when of course. There is no time
in the Purgatory. No interaction from the existers there, are ahead
or behind, of any other ones. This is a very hard concept for
even an intelligent mind to wrap itself around, YO. I know
that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
in powerful dreaming interactions, many things happen to all of us.
But even those who remember quite well, a majority of their dreams,
and have many vivid ones; still for the most part never come to see
how all of these unique parallel other parts to themselves or
'doppelgangers'; appear to be in perfectly ordered systems. Only a
few special folks have come to see that their dreams are indeed in
some kind of order and that many of of our dreams are in a pattern,
and that they do appear to move along. Only a few biblical prophets
however were given the ability, supposedly by a powerful god; to be
able to understand what Morianity labels the hyperspace-effect
of TSE (Towel-Seepage-Effect). Can dreams effect reality here,
and does reality here effect dreams? We all know after we have a bad
car crash or other major accident or traumatic event, that we 'dream'
about the event in various ways, over and over for quite a while. The
more major an event is, the more TSE it will contain, and it works in
both directions, from here to there, as well as from there to here.
Why do I know this for a total fact, you may ponder? Well, because I
went to sleep in August of 1986, and awoke from being in an extremely
powerful dreaming-interaction that appeared to last for over five
months, and as soon as I returned back here, MY LIFE HERE WAS
INSTANTLY AND ENDLESSLY ALTERED, FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER. This
entire blog has discussed this one topic over and over, and that is
because it so outlandish and so mother fucking powerfully true and
real; and CANNOT BE DISPUTED, MY
BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Several
pieces of my hyperspace reality that are huge, are this
event, as well as the Love Is
For Carpenters event; and time on this blog is not there, to
get into several others. Now in examining just this part of the vast
fifth dimension, or here in waking life; there are also events that
stand out. This would be leaving the Cooley
Hall, and suddenly finding myself in some kind of extremely
negative situation, where things never ever work out for me, moving
into Robin Hill for the first of three stays there, the
chocking glandular condition, the
incredible Starburn Dream where life
forever altered afterward, and restoration of
my credit and temporary life alteration for the better,
followed by the total and final death blow
of the Sarah-Situation, where all hell broke loose, and
never ever mother fucking looked back
since!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We could be days
and weeks and months on any of those topics, and I still wouldn't
have scratched the surface. Still, I do plan to move along and take
shit even further. To get into real details about the choking, and
1983 however; will most definitely cross me
over some heavy red lines
in the sand. I would need some real heavy ass fucking
protection from my local sheriff. Without knowing that I have that, I
couldn't dare tell half of what really needs to be told, although the
Bonjovi
cousins have some of it
figured out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll always hear Tony, 2nd
cuzz of the artist, saying to me as he walked by, “Something
sounds familiar”. I wish they hadn't gotten to my
pal, Prince. He too knew that I was going
through some heavy bullshit with all of this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hey, was his untimely demise another fucking coincidence????????????
I know I ain't buying into that for a damn ass microsecond!
The
coins and the coils love to interact
with humanity. But remember folks, they talk to
us on our level,
at each point. Reading the great Christian
King James Version of the Holy Bible,
in the last book called the 'Revelation of
Saint John the Divine', the subject of the portents is
describing how the moon will turn blood
red and then won't give her light.
On the physical world, the moon is not a female (her), nor does (she)
have a light of (her) own. The sun reflects off of it, and creates
the lovely glow that we all see. And the colors that the moon makes,
along with the sun, has to do with the lower layers in our planet's
atmosphere. These layers are thicker with pollutants, and this is why
there are so many pretty colors. Even our sun is not
yellow. Ask any astronaut,
as it is just another big hot white star, like all the rest of them
we see at night, much farther away. So why is all of this going on,
and why is the Huntington family so
involved? Well, this is going to mother fucking take years
to fully explore even with a very basic and abridged and compressed
group of blogs. The very same harassment that
is being done to me, and that began
in 1986; couldn't possibly come from
just a human origin. Lifespans of humans just
would not allow this to be real. So now after so many
years have passed, one final fucking answer has come. I
can know with total assurance that this is NOT on a human-only level.
Time itself proves that fact to me, or should prove it to any
rationally thinking individual!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just
as I can put this enemy, powerful and incredible as they may be, onto
mathematical charts, and did in fact do just this all the way back
into the early nineteen-eighties; I also can
put number groups on divergence charts, and play one long roulette
game. I would be murdered by the casinos if I ever printed a
really top secret programmed-system, where a few simple calculations
can allow a player to kick fucking ass in casinos for life, or until
killed, or barred, or whatever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Electronics
took over the entire world in the past 100 years, and is indeed the
ULTIMATE HUMAN
INVASION. But unlike in the movies, we all wanted this, and on
top of that, we still fully and completely desire after this part or
faction-chapter of these HALLS-FAWCES, AKA ELECTRONICS. The
quintessential end game to it all, after an entire century of this;
is the globally connected internet, and SOCIAL
MEDIA
SYSTEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The hidden reality of course, is that this is
all really inside of our own heads, and
then this all reconnects back into an ULTIMATE HUMAN INTERNET.
Just ask any of the top 1,000 computer hacker/geeks on a black hat
level!!!!!!!!!
MAGNESONIC,
OPEN COMMAND, G-7.
WHOEVER
ASSAULTED ME TO DEATH ON THIS HORRENDOUS DATE OF NOVEMBER 28TH, 2018,
AND IS PERSECUTING ME TO MY GRAVE, WITH MAJOR HEALTH
ASSAULTS, NEIGHBOR ASSAULTS, AND
ANY AND ALL OTHER DEATH HARASSMENTS ON ME,
IS TO BE SCANNED FOR TOTAL CRUSH DESTRUCT,
SINGE DESTRUCT, TOTAL DESTRUCT, DESTRUCT; ON ALL
GENERAL AND ALL CODED GENERAL ORDERS. USE BOTH 'AD' AND 'ZD'
TECHNOLOGIES. MAGNESONIC, ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A/B TONE, PHASING
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, YOU WILL NOW HAVE YOUR 1983 AT&T
OLD STYLE PHONE-TONES DATA TRANSFERRED, INTO LONG-EEEEE
VOWEL-SOUND PRINT, WITH THE RED PRINT
FOR THE 'A' TONE, AND THE BLUE
PRINT FOR THE 'B' TONE.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189, UNDER SPECIAL ORDER 18, AND
STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If
anyone is able to scan my building area, you will mother fucking see
MAJOR GIGANTIC CHEMTRAILS SURROUNDING MY
BUILDING AT AROUND FIVE THIS CUNT EATING EVENING, AS IF TO LET
ME KNOW THAT THESE DISEASED MOTHER FUCKING SLEAZEBALL SHIT EATERS,
HAVE ME RIGHT BY MY COCK SUCKING SACK OF THRILL ROCKS, AT THE SPEED
OF MOTHER FUCKING LIGHT SQUARED; kind Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara,
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
is a dying mans utterance and legal declaration, and thus this blog
is a legal and binding document under the law. If I am found dead in
this rotten apartment, I WAS FUCKING
MURDERED, AND MY BLOGS TELL ABOUT ALL OF THOSE PERSONS,
WHO HAVE GREAT MOTIVES TO COMMIT THIS
MURDER! They have tried to end my life stealthfully and
covertly, for thirty two and a half years or so now, Sheriff sir; and
Mister former retired ADA of Camden County, NJUSA Prosecutor, Ron
Wirtz Senior; knows fully and totally well about this problem. He
told me numerous times that my problem is very
real, and that is being done by “big-business”, and that
without me somehow getting him proof; he simply cannot help me. He
definitely wanted to help, and I had many conversations with him, as
did my mother. His exact words to me once were that, “If
I could get Donald Trump to confess his crimes against me for years,
he would contact him, and say to him, Mister Trump, come down to the
office here, and I wish to speak to you”. Naturally, Mister
future President#45, is not stupid enough to ever be caught, and most
assuredly is not about to ever confess, any more than he will release
his slime ball taxes to the public; breaking
the presidential tradition of many many mother fucking decades!
Naturally the cold hard reality is just exactly what Dawn-Marie King
said it was, and quite often she repeated those
Marcucci words of wisdom to me, “Mark,
it is what it is”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes, do we
really need a king who doesn't 'think' but 'KNOWS' that he is simply
better than all the rest of us? Well, this is what we will have in
six more years when Teddy Coolie and his plans go into full green
ops!
Yes
people, this is the worst day now in about a decade, or definitely on
the top five list, and THAT, IPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have been
given horrible cramps and major fucking diareah, major chemtrailing
attacks, and major neighbor assaults!!!!!!!!! For those that do not
believe, like Williamstown Giant Comey, and
many others, that “his country does in fact do things like this”,
I politely wish to remind all of the skeptics about Mister
David Waco Koresh, and the super loudspeaker government assault
that was used. They use NOISE PERSECUTION for one great powerful
non-oz reason folks, BECAUSE IT MOTHER
FUCKING WORKS, YO
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BUTButButButButBUTTTTTTTTTTTT, this is not the big secret that I will
now tell you all on this blog for a retaliatory strike. If you want
lots of hearsay, I could tell you a hundred stories shared between
ADA Ron Wirtz Senior and myself. But hearsay is not a powerful
argument. Anyone can blog and claim that anyone said anything to
them. The media asshole that said that Tallahassee Mayor Gillum was
married to T.E. Ross is one fantastic example of how much weight
should indeed be given, and in fact is given, legally; to hearsay! I
would much rather tell you something and then say hey YO, think about
the facts now and then do your own research. Better still, if I can
just present a powerful bunch of information that simply cannot be
disputed by any intelligent rationale, that is more wonderful. When I
blogged that little tiny bit of shit about a casino system a couple
of weeks back, POW, I was hit hard and fast.
This is the shit that the HALLS-FAWCES seem to really fucking cunt
hate with a cock sucking passion. So that is what I will do, and yes,
I fucked up and said five times, then two times, then five times, and
I meant five
times, then two
times, then two
and a half times. As Bruce
Pennock said so often back in the goddamn seventies, “I'm human YO,
not perfect”. That's a small paraphrase. WEEEEEEEEE, so 'sue' me,
but don't hacking 'USE' ME, or you might just end up breaking 'TWO'
TOES with your 'TOW'TRUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As some may well
remember, even back on those 2006 and 2007
blogs, I also discussed MIND-HACKS.
The Tellosians are amongst us, and I know that Mister late Gene
Roddenberry and his crew know that, so I won't even dream of
insulting their mother fucking intelligence!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just who is living inside of the great Paula
King? The King and the Callio families
have been a major fucking thorn in my side for many decades,
and I have only been aware of that
reality for half of the full time involved;
my BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will however bet big
fucking mob-borrowed-bucks, that Mister Regis Philbin knows a whole
fucking lot more than he is willing to say. I know this for several
reasons. The connection with the bank, the radio shit with Paula on
her station, and the powerful non-URI GELLER
parlor trick, pulled on me that night at Cifaloglio, at my guard job;
where I was “TOLD” on a powerful frequency,
to tune my radio dial until I hear my kid singing that song about
getting along without! Let me say something here, Paula and
Mariah. You are totally clueless times a zillion, how much I
could do without all of this horrendous fucking bullshit
all of this time. Take that to the first
National Investment Houses of Carlisle, PA-USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!! When you
were not allowed out on that Halloween night in 1974, did you know
that there were things besides being what Donna Summer would call, 'a
bad girl', involved in the mix; lovely
Merry? Well, there were! If Steve or Santa are still in the
picture, believe me when I say to you, THEY
KNOW! This is why I was beating around the bush for so
long about that time when those horrible nabes at Linden Hill had
their Halloween party, and Jim Burr helped me temporarily escape
their Wiccan party. But the real powerhouse story goes beyond what
anyone is guessing, as it involves my weird
non-phony-Geller abilities, as well as maintenance men, and
weird moonlit strobe toys, that you got
into a world of troubles over with step-dad, and the one time was
witnessed by me, while I was on that road-trip with my Aunt Ruth
Huntington Gottwald, right there on your block. That thing must still
be in your possession. I know that we had a very interesting time in
13-600 with it. Well, enough talk about that, and little hints to my
daughter! W-O-W! I'll close this off with a
final footnote, speaking of 13-600
and musical projects from her high
school days, mine, not hers. Yes indeed, Donna's wiped out white boy
is taking quite a beating, and at least one or more Copyright
Examiners know all about that. But it wasn't the end of him, and I
still am here, and I am still surviving; so all of the dirt bags on
the planet can go jump in a lake of fucking fire. Still,
did Precious Priscilla Presley of the NON-CCC, Mister
Simons sir, and hubby of my great friend, and realtor, Karen; tell
HER HUBBY to read my blog about the great Atlantic
City Harrah's Marina Casino Dispatcher, and
his ultimate fantastic Houdini
escape? I mean, to quote the
great Clarence Harris, the 1998 Assistant to my other bud and
vocalist of my two country demo tunes, the future Congressman Robert
Andrews, “Mark, I really wish that I knew of
some way to fake your death, and then secretly come around to see who
is picking at your bones”. This was a statement that I know
will live in my mind, right there along with friends in shops,
and lighter and darker human beings, based
entirely of course on levels of
suntan, and not family secrets,
or Merchant Marines, on my wonderful and marvelous father's side of
this mysterious and quite inconceivable family!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey at
least I don't know if Mister Marcucci had any incest in his family,
nor do I want to know; my lovely
daughter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
At
least the great Paula has not asked me recently in hellish
nightmares, to either build that radio for her, or
to get the one from that wild house
of nakedness and horrors, just off Interstate
95 somewhere, in northeast
Philadelphia, off of Grant
Avenue and Hockeyvoices
Boulevard. Does anyone out here see just
how far I can go with any and all of this, should you want
to go the mother 'fuckiGN' total distance with me? I hope you are
intelligent enough to see the power behind all of this mind bending
pig shit; my pal, Sheriff KJM, sir!
There
is always a reason for my DEATH SIEGES,
and I know this; since this mother fucking cunt eating shit around me
has been going on for the most part,
EVER SINCE I LEFT HIGH SCHOOL AT THE COOLEY
HALL ON KINGS HIGHWAY, IN HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY, IN
JANUARY OF 1973!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM GOING TO BE CALLING 911,
AGAIN. I HAVE HAD TO CALL THEM QUITE A FEW MOTHER FUCKING TIMES THIS
YEAR; KIND SHERIFF SIR, YO YO YO
YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Obviously,
there is something going on, and one of these things, as they always
do, pertains to this parallel fucking
cunt event nightmare, with me and dirt
bag TRUMP. I cannot keep up with all of this political
fucking dog shit, but recently, another senate seat was lost to the
mother fucking democratic side of the aisle, and some nasty bitch who
should have lost her seat for saying some horrible fucking racist
comment was able, through the persecution of me, to retain it; giving
the cunt chewing monster evil republicans a
major senate advantage now of 53-47, if what I heard was
accurate. After the Tracy Ross deal, I really
do not fucking cunt trust the media, and their reporting accuracy,
any longer. This direct persecution of me, so as to endlessly get
their mother fucking monstrous way, via ILLEGALLY
APPLIED PARALLEL EVENT TECHNOLOGY; is unconscionable and
unfathomable. It only could be real and happening to a person WHO
HAS DIED AND GONE TO HELL, as there is simply no other way
that something this totally fucking cunt inconceivable, could be real
and occurring!!!!
NONE
OF
THIS
TAKES
ANY ROCKET
SCIENCE!
NONE
OF
THIS
TAKES
ANY ROCKET
SCIENCE!
NONE
OF
THIS
TAKES
ANY ROCKET
SCIENCE!
NONE
OF
THIS
TAKES
ANY ROCKET
SCIENCE!
NONE
OF
THIS
TAKES
ANY ROCKET
SCIENCE!
NONE
OF
THIS
TAKES
ANY ROCKET
SCIENCE!
NONE
OF
THIS
TAKES
ANY ROCKET
SCIENCE!
NONE
OF
THIS
TAKES
ANY ROCKET
SCIENCE!
NONE
OF
THIS
TAKES
ANY ROCKET
SCIENCE!
NONE
OF
THIS
TAKES
ANY ROCKET
SCIENCE!
NONE
OF
THIS
TAKES
ANY ROCKET
SCIENCE!
NONE
OF
THIS
TAKES
ANY ROCKET
SCIENCE!
And
the goddamn RUSSIAN FOLKS know this to be 100% the truth.
THAT,
SIR ROCKDROID ROTTENBERRY, is why
they have been reading these blogs!!!!!!
WHY
WOULD I MAKE UP THIS WILD INCREDIBLE STORY; MISTER ROBERT MUELLER?
If
I was not the CHOSEN
HUNTINGTON,
none
of this would be happening, right down to my
dying
and going
to HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
it is indeed an age old question and query for MARK
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR,
and it goes like this:
“Is
any of this mother fucking shit real, and not a Millie
Vinnilli
Amelia
Bedellia
double bubble rip off non techno-pop steak??????????? WOW!!!!”
I
am not faking this, or
my music.
The great MC may not have MC'd anything, but
she did tell me that I'd
be crossing over;
and Ryan and 2nd-Cuzz BJ, know it fully well. So WOW
to all of these darn things, Senator
Thompson Watergate!
BUTTTTTTTTT,
then along came Webster, and before even that, sir Ronald freaking
Reagan. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, Mister 1971 Michael McNulty,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
is the dawning of the age of George,
(along
with technological Aquarius!)
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