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WHERE
ARE YOU SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA,
WHILE I AM BEING TOTALLY AND VICIOUSLY GODDAMN MURDERED IN HERE WITH
ENDLESS ELDER ABUSE, NIGHT AND DAY, DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY????
THE
GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
THE
RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
My
electrical power was knocked out at nine minutes shy of eight this
MOUUUUUURNING for a few seconds for no good reason, my ILLEGAL GUEST
TRIAD SCUMBAG NEXT DOOR NABES are slamming as hard as they can
starting shortly before ten, and on top of this I WAS STRUCK SUPER
FUCKING HARD WITH MAJOR OFF THE SCALE DIAREAH FROM MILITUFORCE DEATH
BEAM STRIKES ON MY PITIFUL ELDERLY BODY. I cannot eat and have not
been able to hold down food for an entire day now, FOR NO GOOD
REASON. When I am found dead in this apartment Sheriff sir, I
WAS MURDERED BY PRESIDENT DONALD
JOHN
TRUMP
AND HIS EVIL DEMONIC BRIGGBASE CRONIES ON THE MORTAL WORLD,
ENDLESSLY ASSAULTING ME AND BY USING THIS HORRIBLE FUCKING PARALLEL
EVENT, HE LIKE PURE MAGIC, ENDLESSLY GETS SCOTT FREE AWAY WITH
EVERYTHING. This entire assault the past
several days is all about PARALLEL
EVENT, AND HIS TROUBLES
WITH THAT GODDAMN FUCKING MUELLER REPORT,
AND THE US ATTORNEY GENERAL BARR,
and all of this crooked republican filth; and unlike in the days of
Mister Nixon, he will get scott free away with this nightmare crime
against me and this nation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
PLAN TO TELL MY STORY TO THE ENTIRE FUCKING GALAXY AND I PLAN TO TELL
ABOUT MY BLOG CALLED MORIANITY, AND HOW IT HAS BEEN INTENTIONALLY
OBSCURED, AS WAS MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL
WHEN I TRIED TO SIMPLY PUT UP SONGS THAT TOLD OF MY LIFE THROUGH WHAT
YOU MAY CALL 'BACK-DOOR LYRICS'. If this emmereffing attack on
me that has gotten super ass bad ever since
dirtball President DJT threw
his hat into the ring in the autumn of 2015,
does not BACK OFF OF ME; I WILL JOIN
A UFO CLUB, AND LET MY STORY OUT
TO THE WORLD, now that I fully understand just what and
where my troubles and woes are all stemming and emanating from, me
wonderful kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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©
1983 Mark Wayne Mohr, private electronic-metaphysics program.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies that are viciously
persecuting me FOR
THE PAST WEEK, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND
FORCES BEHIND THE
ASSAULT ON ME NOW, MAY
2,
; CAUSING ME A
MAJOR HEALTH CRISIS, AND HORRENDOUS NOISE
ASSAULTS ON ME, IN MY SURROUNDING
NEIGHBORHOOD, AND IN MY RESIDENCE
BUILDING; on a crush-destruct
order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189,
max.-power. Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901,
G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2,
under CG-18, and HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel
sounds. The high-tone is colored RED.
The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use
your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this
sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD
technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I'
to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the
two empowerization-transmit tones,
or ETT'S.
Last
night I had monstrous mother fucking nightmares. I was in a large
grocery store and suddenly a voice came on the loud speaker saying
some weird coded message, and instantly everyone in the store became
a major enemy and tried to do bodily harm to me. I remember being in
a fight with this young dude about nineteen or so, and I had punched
him in the face several times and finally managed to choke him to
death. I never ever killed anyone in my entire life as
current-dreaming-me, and not in waking or non-waking states. Never
have I ever done anything like that before. My nightmares are getting
worse because my life is getting progressively endlessly worse and
worse and worse, sir Sheriff. I chickened out again. I should have
driven down to your midway Road office on Monday and never did. By
not doing this, the MILITUFORCE
really wiped me out, between that and Trump and his endless mother
fucking death persecutions on me using parallel event to hurt me so
he stays endlessly magically up and immune to all things that other
mere mortals would never ever get away with it. The entire world
knows my words are real and true, yet they sit idly by and allow this
mother fucking total demon monster to wipe out my entire innocent
fucking life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
entire thing could not be real unless as Jimmy Carter said in those
wild dreams before the August 15, 1986 day began, HE KNEW THAT I WAS
DEAD, AND WENT TO HELL. There simply is no other possible way that
this fucking endless nightmare from endless fucking DOGTOWN, could be
actually literally happening to me. They planned it all and now
they're all just watching with glee, while something really bad is
now a happening to me, and that's the way it goes. And that's the way
it goes, that's the way it goes, that's the way it goes, and that's
the way it goes; © 1981, written in July of 1969 by this blogger,
the Mountainpen, AKA Mark Wayne Huntington Mohr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh
no mighty slugger Casey sir, there will be no thrills or joy in
Berryville, Mudville, or Fort Pierce, at least NAUT FOR ME, MIZZ AT&T
BLAKE from 1983!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Mizz
Jane sleazediseaseweeds just mother fucking nailed me with her
monster ass page eleven of eleven, so here is my compensation. These
next door fat pig slobs are really killing me today, me kind Sheriff,
as if you could care one lousy ass bit!!!!!!!!!!!
LINKS
TO MY ORIGINAL 2006 BLOGS:
*********************************
LET
US ALL REFRESH OUR MEMORIES HERE:
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I
was awakened around one of the clock, give or take, WITH
MAJOR SUPER NOISE ALL AROUND ME.
The goddamn inspector people who were SUPPOSED
TO COME OVER
AND DO THE APARTMENT
INSPECTIONS LAST WEEK
BETWEEN TUESDAY
AND FRIDAY,
NEVER GODDAMN CAME; and
so they arrived this Wednesday instead,
when
I
was NOT
EXPECTING THEM.
Maybe they think it is the fucking military, and a surprise
inspection was in order, but
my response to that
is quite simple and swift!!!!!!!!! THIS
AIN'T THE MOTHER FUCKING MILITARY,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ButTERCHEESE-BUTT,
BIG-ASS BUTT;
this is only a fractional part of this mother fucking story, me
wonderful goddessdamn
Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now who out here
remembers a quick conversation
that I had
just back Monday
with Mister
LEADER-?-NG-ADS?????????????
When major noise happens, then things continue to proceed along that
line for a long time until of course, eventually, it does eventually
terminate into a lesser degree. Sure, I
am extrapolating and adding onto the original concept,
and maybe I shouldn't, BUTTERCHEESE-BIG
ASS BUTTTTTTT;
I
AM.
So mother fucking SUE ME YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, THE ANGEL OF
DEATH has been as you all know, attacking me quite brutally for over
a week now, I am talking about hearing that fucking cunt eating
bastard high wining buzzing on both sides of me literally about two
dozen or more times EACH AND EVERY SINGLE MUFF DIVING FUCKING CUNT
DAY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!! Who out here also
remembers me telling you all that this is in truth, a high-tech
system that for some reason few if anyone but me, can perceive and
pick up on, as the few who do, merely dismiss it when it does happen
to them, as nonsense and nothing meaningful for them to be one tiny
fucking wee whittle bit concerned with!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ever since this
total fucking MILITUFORCE ASSAULT ON ME BEGAN IN AUGUST
OF 1986,
WHEN THINGS GET OFF THE WALL SCALE PUTRID AND HORIFFIC FOR ME, I
ALWAYS WILL HEAR THAT SHIT AROUND ME IN A MAJOR INCREASED RATIO TO
OTHERWISE LESS OPPRESSIVE TIMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Even though the
Jewish concept of the “Death-Angel” is not quite what it seems,
IT MAY AS WELL BE WHAT IT SEEMS, as the same net cause and net effect
happens around us, as we
are literally being position-scanned during times of NEAR-DEATH,
and this is so we can be re-channeled back properly into our
true reality in the timeless PURGATORY.
Yes
folks, I
TOOK ANOTHER SUPER MAJOR HEALTH ASSAULT,
YESTERDAY,
FRIDAY,
THE FIRST
CUNT LAPPING DAY OF MARCH!!!!
This was somewhere
around half past seven last night,
give or take a little. When fucking shit gets this bad, and stays
this fucking cunt lapping bad, for
this goddamn long, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA SIR;
I do not try to remember all of the fucking detailed
crimes that are being perpetrated against me,
down to the exact seconds and even minutes, as it is all beyond too
unpleasant and cock sucking totally
HELLISH
or Dogtownish,
to create a new word for my OPEN-OFFICE
DICTIONARY
to store in its marvelous files, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
see that I already have created the word “Dogtownism”,
as I believe I
too created the word of “TRUMPISM”,
as I know that me
whittle bwogs used that term, years and years before he ever ran for
the presidency,
and then I started to hear this echoed back at me, from
broadcasts
and general
media sources.
Again with another Chester-Frank super
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Yessir Sheriff, all
day long, both my heart and my bowels were badly effected
by the mother fucking MILI-2-FORCE
and their DEATH
RAY
BEAM
WEAPON,
that they
have been using on me
since
1986
when they first started to mother fucking deploy this nightmarish
weapon against me; kind sir. I am fully aware that falsely
accusing people of major crimes,
as well as filing
FALSE POLICE REPORTS,
IS INDEED A
FELONY,
and has stiff felony penalties, AS
IT GODDAMN SHOULD.
I
am not making any of these things up, nor am I maliciously lying to
you, SHERIFF
KENNETH J. MASCARA,
ME KIND SIR!!!!!!!!
So what really is the MILITUFORCE
and who has been a part of it since trillions
of eons before Planet Earth ever began to spin around?
You guessed it, and some of that powerful truth is 100% absolutely
verifiable on news-media systems, and this again, is the great
marvelous and illustrious MISTER PRESIDENT DONALD JOHN TRUMP, the
44TH
PRESIDENT OF THE GREAT UNITED STATES,
CALLED
BY MANY ABROAD, THE GREAT SATAN AND THE EVIL
EMPIRE,
and then along came Morianity's
Blogs
of the FEE-FREE-EMPIRE,
staring who else but DJT, and his illegal covert stealthy mother
fucking misuse of an ASTRAL
PLANE TECHNOLOGY,
known now by all of you out here, as Applied
PARALLEL EVENT,
YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! I believe he calls this, as many now do, the
“other”
BRANCH OF THE U.S.
AIR FORCE,
AKA THE (SPACE-FORCE),
so check it out if you don't know this already, or don't fucking wish
to believe me; as this
is a very easy thing to GOOGLE up,
I'd fucking imagine; me peeps out here, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What'jew
say to me, JOANN-A???????????????????????????
Was that a goddessdamn
WOW,
or maybe even a “WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW”??????????
You see peeps, 666
Fifth Avenue
is the address of New York City's great and marvelous TRUMP
TOWER,
owned by, Jeeeeeeeeeze-Louise, weelwee; the illustrious
President DONALD JOHN TRUMP, and the phony fucking bologna Christians
on Television call me the Antichrist,
when they need
to re-examine
some of their fucking shit beyond
SERIOUSLY, YO FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
the MILITARY-UFO-FORCE,
may not be connected directly in any recognized media sources, to the
TRUMP
SPACE
FORCE
that he has been pushing to create,
as well as major ass enlarge,
(MILIT-UFO-RCE)
is sort of like PROJECT
BLUEBOOK-2.0,
or you can think of it all as BLUEBOOK
UFO REALITIES, ON MOTHER FUCKING SUPER
STEROIDS!!!!!!!
Or of course can you laugh and choose not to believe a word spoken in
my Morianity. No one is going to stick a piece into anyone's ribs for
their personal
belief systems.
I
AM A MAJOR FREEDOM FIGHTER,
and that means I
would spill every
fucking cunt drop
of my blood WILLINGLY,
and even extremely
HAPPILY, to preserve your right to tell me that I am a huge nut case
asshole whackadoodle,
and that you
don't believe a fucking turd eating word that I say!!!!!!!
I
ADORE FREEDOM,
and wouldn't have it any other mother fucking way, me peeps!!!!! But
then this works both ways. I
too should have the right to tell you all a totally true story, and
personal account of my life,
and so here it all is; me
13 year+ ongoing blogging project, AKA the 'BOM' or
MORIANITY!!!!!!!!!
The Military-UFO-Force,
as anyone can see just from watching that great HISTORY-CHANNEL
TELEVISION SHOW,
on Tuesday nights, at just past ten of the damn clock, called
“PROJECT
BLUEBOOK”,
has been destroying me, a totally innocent United States, LEGALLY
BORN
mother fucking citizen, ever since the early nineteen-eighties, once
I became labeled by them, a CE6 classification under the system of
MAJ-12
t-t-secret!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Actually, things started to heat up around me, ever since whoever is
controlling the
great Motown artist, Mizz
Diane Ross,
you know her as Diana, but she was born DIANE, was connected somehow
into all of this, and she was used
and controlled-manipulated
somehow, to
telephone me in the early part of May of 1983,
when my telephone had been totally
disconnected from the AT&T network system.
In those days, unlike today, you
either were connected to the line,
or you
were off and dead.
Yet she was able to call through, and say to me one day, “I
DON'T NEED THIS, NO HOW, NO NOTHING”.
I do not know to this day why she did this, how it was done, and for
that matter, just exactly what it was that SHE
DIDN'T NEED.
But she was in a very bad mood, and the great United
States Copyright Office all knows this
true tale of total inconceivability, as do the great
communication and broadcaster giants
from American
Telephone & Telegraph (AT&T),
to all of them, I'M
QUITE SURE.
From here, and to quote both my 1969 song, as well as the mighty
Resorts
International Casino and Hotel of Atlantic City,
back in 1997,
and their elevator lobby tape-loop; this
is where things all began, and I
shortly took ill afterwards,
as all of you out here know only too well, on that following June of
1983!!!!!!!!!! From there, and in the new light of the 'BLUEBOOK'
DISCOVERIES
from the past several months or so, as I began connecting major super
fucking dots all together; things
all began to happen to me in a powerful fucking crazy sequence.
But now I do know one thing that I did not use to know, and that is
that the entire mother fucking hell that I have been put through, is
being done by the SPACE-FORCE,
from Don Trump and his evil demonic fucking total dirt bag pals
straight from the gates of DOGTOWN, AKA (HELL)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just maybe that person WAS correct when my blogs were new, and
someone commented that I was “making it all up as I went along”
especially regarding the powerful ASTRAL WORLD AUTHORITY (AWA) or the
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL. Well, I am learning new shit all of the time,
that's a damn ass fact for sure peeps, BUTTTTTTTT and NOT
BUTTERCHEESE,
BUT BIG ASS BUTT; I
AM MOST CERTAINLY AND DEFINITELY NAUT,
MIZZ
AT&T
BLAKE,
MAKING
ANY OF IT UP,
as in inventing or creating some kind of crazy
wild work of pure whole cloth FICTION
here,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! So
now we come to it people out here.
Why then is another MC, ever since the beginning of 2007, trying to
come into this picture; even right
down to the 2009 show,
where they all were talking about the incident just discussed here,
AND
I KNOW IT, SO DON'T TRY TO DENY IT ANYBODY. You
know, if you want to see it or hear it for yourselves, get the movie
“Precious”,
and hear the lovely Cornball or whatever her name is, denying it,
only I
KNOW BETTER.
And that just brings me much further into YYYYYYY
then
does my kid, or any of their friends for that matter, care in the
least; who
called me that day in ATCO,
if really, there is no connections here? You really DO
HAVE TO SEE SHIT
from me whittle point of view and perspective, unless you weelwee
want to just be an eternal turd!
Folks,
you have absolutely no idea how badly I want to CROSS
SOME HUGE RED
LINES
HERE,
and get way more specific, as BELIEVE ME PEOPLE, I could tie in shit,
and prove shit a thousand times more powerful and awesome than
anything typed so far in this blog, but
I
DON'T NEED
the possible hassles and dangers that would instantly begin to happen
all around me.
I MUST observe red lines that I have BEEN TOLD exist around me, OR
GODDESSDAMN ELSE, YO YO YO YO!!
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Yessir,
Mister Michael Crichton Disney, maybe I should have just let it slide
in 1980, and let Robin Gibb and his little gal pal Marcy Levy steal
the arrangement of my “LOST LOVE” song, written by me ol' pal,
Mister Tom Glenn, and recorded on Beidamin Avenue in cherry Hill, New
Jersey, at the great illustrious Maxfield
Recording Studio? Who can ever know
the answer to such unanswerable queries of the unknowable
cosmos????????????????????
ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, SECTION-J
3:33
POST
MERIDIAN
WEDNESDAY
AFTERNOON
1
MAY, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)
I
am falling under another death siege attack, kind Sheriff KJM, with
my enemy mother fucking TRIAD-NABES FROM
HELL, here at this wovewee Fort
Pierce, Florida Public Housing Authority Building on 6th
Street. Nabes are all hammering and banging, and it is coming
from the entire triad bunch, across from me, next door to me, and
above me. This is one hell of a mother fucking TRIAD
NABE
ASSAULT, yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jeez-Louise Surfer Fonty. Let us
discuss shit now that ties in all of these mother fucking enemy tools
who are obviously endlessly being MIND CONTROLLED to endlessly pick
on me and persecute me, without reason, and without cause.
I
have been struck hard with another DEATH BEAM ASSAULT on my poor
elderly body, from the mighty slugger-Casey Mudville Joyless
bunch of subskummites from DOGTOWN (HELL),
known as the MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!
These diareah fucking attacks are real bad
again this year in 2019, me' kind wonderful Sheriff
Kenneth J. Mascara, sir, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
ties into my endless persecution perfectly, so let's go with it.
Morianity verses the Ancient
Astronaut
Theorists. If we see the
entire mess the way that they do, then we're left to endlessly
fucking cunt ponder on why all these crazy things have been done and
are still being done to me, ever since I left my high school days and
left the Non-Casey mighty COOLEY
HALL
HIGH
HELL of Hopkins Lane in
Haddonfield, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Milky Way Galaxy! If this is all
the way that wonderful and intelligent Professor Kaku and David
Childress and many of these famous AAT writers talk about on the
television, then why all this crazy nonsense
such as “You want the word, go to the
word”, or “Hey, your pants don't go
all the way down to your shoes”, or “I'm
gonna' kill your son and I'll kill you too if you don't get away from
my truck”, and believe me folks, we
all know that this list could quite easily read on and on and on
until almost fucking cock sucking
doomsday?!!!!!!!!!!! Still
my point is that if I were to accept the AAT stuff in its entirety,
then somebody would have to sit me fucking cunt down, and talk to me
for a century or two, on just how my wild shit all
fits into a bunch of space aliens, who travel to this
planet for all sorts of DNA experimentation,
abductions, sociological
influencing, and the gods only know what other purposes.
And then comes THE REAL FUCKING SUPER MEGA
KICKER ON TOP OF ALL OF THAT, and this is, why is everything
around me somehow magically either turned into
quintessential positives
in life, or quintessential negatives
in life? We all know what is being
discussed here, so let's not act like fucking second grade babies,
and cover our virgin ears, in case somebody says a nasty ass fucking
word for crissake, yo!!!!
You
can't have it both ways. There are those out here in the world who
have a vested interest in keeping the mountainpen forever on the NUTS
& CRACKPOTS LIST. And I think a lot of others too
smart to open up their mouth, know some of the reasons why as well.
My entire life is practically out of those distant-hyperspace
experiences (dreams) where our mother's face suddenly becomes a pizza
pie, or a couch becomes a dog, or a cop is suddenly a great keyboard
player!!!! I am not joking. My life here in this waking world is damn
ass near almost as endlessly crazy as one of those outlandish
experiences of the nocturnal nature. So let's move this a bit further
on and explore around this horrendous
mother fucking shit, huh all Rhonda's all over
the place? Call this the '1969 laughing
at Ziggy syndrome', but if I don't make a joke here and there
out of this goddamn mess, I'll lose my turd eating mother fucking
mind!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is absolutely no
reason that aliens from outer space could care about taking one human
being, and come countless light years just to do all of this
to me. This leaves Jim
Burr and SATAN,
as the only true explanation of
all of this ungodly disaster after-all.
Now I know that the DNA shit is a powerful part
of this, and yes, I am not a total fucking short-busser, and I
do indeed know that my DNA seems to have been
very important as well, to a group of powerful goddesses,
fallen angels, alien
androids, or Bob Andrews 'WHATEVER'.
Still, however it is all fucking shaken up and spewed out, tons of
weird and completely unexplainable shit is endlessly surrounding my
entire fucking life, and especially the second that I left school,
and entered into the adult world and attempted to earn a living.
Someone or something absolutely hated me to ever so much as make a
thin fucking dime, and I was punished as a result of temporarily
doing so. The biggest punishment was 1986 after I was able to play
professional roulette and make a consistent living in Atlantic City
doing this month after month. Half a year after doing this, POW, I
was struck by that powerful wild demonic assault of August 15, 1986,
and shit never ever looked back from there!
I've
got fucking roaches all over the goddamn apartment no matter how much
I spray the RAID or how clean I
keep the place. I have the ILLEGAL GUESTS
around here slamming the goddamn fucking doors today, kind Sheriff,
sir. It's more fucking fun around here than Alice
Ciminelli, and her barrel of jail
bird American Honda guardhouse conversations, sent
to the U.S. Copyright Office, on 1988's Valentine's Day
monkeys!!!!!!!!!!!!! I believe that I
have been hit with another health assault on top of this, Sheriff.
Another horrible fucking year is beginning for me, oh wonderful kind
sir!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, my heavenly and marvelous life, measured by the
standards of anti-matter, is just making me so thankful and
appreciative of the blessings that flow from such a wonderful fucking
GODDESS, who sends songs in my sleep that altered my life, and so
many grand and glorious fucking things! So
thanks a lot, Almighty Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Karge Krassle, Sheriff
K.J.M., and “thanks
a lot, DAVE”!!!!!!!!!!!
YARRRRRR, Patty Hollister, maybe me buckin' hat's on crooked or
something. WOW-THAT!!!!
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Yes
folks, we can definitely call that my
Mountainpen's
Morianity
Quotation
or (MMQ) or anything else you may wish
to, as this won't alter the following truth: When the famous and
terrific agents, mentioned in that wild and cool report-documentary
on New York City's
WPIX-Channel-11-television show,
back in 1988
non-Spellchecker monkeys; Agents Condor
and Agent Falcon,
said that people who open up their mouth, and say things that are
not allowed to be said; those people will not be able to get a moment
of peace for the rest of their lives; how does this then fit into
those who were on the receiving end of all of this horrible monstrous
mother fucking turd swallowing junk, LONG
BEFORE they
ever uttered a single goddamn word?
THAT, oh great SIR ROCKDROID of the original STAR TREK SHOW, is the
real Shakespearean query of the ages, on kind peeps and loyal
Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes THAT
is the question, Mister Bill
Shakespeare, YO!
How
I'll never ever fucking forget, ADA Ron Wirtz Senior, telling me how
all of my damn answers to all of this nasty-ass mess; lays in the
town of Carlisle, Pennsylvania. Right after he told me this
incredible fucking shit, kind Sheriff KJM sir, POW, “My
goddess non son of Sam girlfriend”, came over to my apartment and
raped me, and this led to the
miscarriage of my younger daut, PEE!
And then there was the wild dream a few years afterward, where
I was back at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments,
and Paula
came over to visit with me and tell me
how I was too immature and that she refused to marry me, and that she
had recently miscarried our child PEE. This
is how transdimensional hyperspace works.
We cannot go getting ourselves all fucking hung up on minor whittle
details such as an event happening in one universe and not happening
in another one that lies in localized hyperspace. No Spellchecker,
the hypERCHRIST
has absolutely nothing to do with any of this, OR
DOES IT, come to reflect on it
heredahelda and here, kind folks!!! I mean for crissake, it isn't
every day that I am stopped and searched like a criminal by the
authorities, for just sitting and telling a man about something from
my childhood. But it sure happened that particular day in Medford
Lakes, in the springtime of 1986. Maybe
this is why the satanic demons of hellfire itself, struck Dave Roth
and me so very hard, as after-all, it
was directly following all of this,
along with a tiny whittle detour through another Mister
Rod Serling's Twilight Zone; called
that special talk that took place in the
spring time in the following year of 1986, at the Medport
Diner, in Medford Lakes, New
Jersey; regarding the “Great Sarah
Krassle”.
Along with these whittle pirate facts and YARRRRRRR's, and buckin'
fuckin' pirate hats, I am wondering how Patty and her pal Santa are
doing these goddamn days, yo????????????? But then, like who gives a
fucking shit, to quote the kids who cuss?! Alligators or ALL I'M
SAYING is that long B4I ever had a blog, or even shot off my mouth on
RED-LINE-CROSSOVER
topics, or said boo about shit; I have been given a no-peace
persecution by these monstrous evil
mother fucking HALLS-FAWCES. So it is
not like anyone out here can go screaming into my ear, “Hey
Mountainpen, this is all your own fault”, as my kid did about
alligators, when I complained about all of these horrible things all
over this place, and she said that I had made my bed and must now lay
in it. Hey, she's totally right. Still,
was this all my fault for real? Was this all my fault for REALE, for
that matter? Was it me who teased you or
you who teased me, every mother fucking time that I came down in 1997
to try and relax on the beach, and you
tormented me with your sick demented evil WAYV
radio station, oh
mighty Patty-Paula?????????
WOW
THISssssssssssssssssssssssssssss, Mizz Susan Erica AMC Snakes from
1983. Yes, Patty-Paula may very well be Sarah Krassle, or
spelled with a fuller ASTRAL-PLANE name, SARAH-STACEY
JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE. Yes there is pure magic in this
incredible entity named Sarah Krassle
Sarah Krassle Sarah Krassle Sarah Krassle Sarah Krassle Sarah
Krassle Sarah Krassle Sarah Krassle Sarah Krassle Sarah Krassle!
Why
go to so much trouble doing al of these things, beginning with Misses
Cooley Hall High Hell Marola, on Memorial Day of 1969, May 30th,
and going all the way so far, up to the stunt pulled in waking life
while I was at my non-choker Darius Evans Cifaloglio security job in
2009, two years before the transdimensional-choking deal, and right
around the Lakehouse-choking deal, but yes, always (choking-1983
deals); with that WAYV magical stunt she pulled on me with the Regis
Threat and magically getting me to tune into it from my car while on
that job. Things like this JUST DON'T HAPPEN,
not in any real life or real world, and not with this sort of endless
fucking repetitiveness; and I know that you all know that, and
I'm not being WAYV-cute heredahelda and
HERE, yo! There was a night a few years earlier where I was at my
trailer, #10 at the great and illustrious Mullica Mobile Manor of
Mullica Township, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG; and watching one of those
two famous magicians on television. I forget whether it was Blaine or
Copperfield, but it was one of the David's. Tee-Hee-Hee. He told
everyone out in the TV audience to think of a card. We
all did, and HE GUESSED IT;
and that would be a one in fifty-two chance; and I don't buy into
chances, or long shots like that. Yes longer shots than this do
indeed happen, and with more frequency than we all might think would
be the case, BUTTTTTTTTT folks, I know that he did something, and I
know that night at Cifaloglio with Patty-Paula, that she did that
very same 'something'; and then things happened. Just because
I am unable to properly explain it, I STILL AM
ABLE TO FULLY REPORT IT to the goddamn mother fucking world, yo,
and you can bet I do, and will go right on screaming out my pain.
This monster and all of her FAWCES are behind it.
December 12, 2006
More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3)
This is merely a harmony track,
I am trying to make a video and post the entire song, YOU'LL BE
CROSSING OVER, MARK WAYNE MOHR, FULL COPYRIGHT AND OWNERSHIP OF SONG.
Now at the risk of getting crucified, pigeonholed, or persecuted,
read on, my wonderful great Morians.
At
the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New
Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel,
Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily
discusses in various telephone conversations.
Station
Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was
given a CD called "The Meaning of Life." The back
copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side of the
road bearing the same title. He's really difficult to listen
to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture Mark's side
of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded either by a
microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was
standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he is
insane. Completely, violently insane.
Mark
claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David.
His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of
the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet.
And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying
to do him in. Covertly, of course. Also against him
is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna
Summer, or WFMU's own
Jason Forrest isn't clear.)
Here then, are three selections
from Mark's version of reality:
If
you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius
Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now,
if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go cover my windows with aluminum
foil.
I
TOLD YOU ALL THAT THE STOCK MARKET WOULD REACH ALL TIME RECORD
FUCKING HIGHS, AND IT ALREADY IS ON THE WAY TOWARDS THE 15,000 LEVEL
AS I SAID IT WOULD BE. I ALSO HAVE ONE MORE THING TO SAY, THE
ATTORNEY GENERAL WILL NOT ALLOW YOU BASTARDS TO MOTHER FUCKING MURDER
ME, AND ALSO,
I
DEMAND MY FUCKING PROPS, DAMN IT!!!!!!!!!
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