12:55
P.M., May 10, 2019, on Friday Death-Siege Afternoon
ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD
SECTION----M
HI
SHERIFF
SIR. My
dirt bag 'ILLEGAL'
NABE
GUESTS
are here and slamming and banging doors all damn ass day today,
annoying the living shit juices out of me, me' kind wonderful sir, yo
yo yo yo yo and WEEEEEEE! Quite obviously, Trump and his fucking
horrible henchmen from hell (DOGTOWN, OLYMPIA)
of the inconceivable unimaginable unfathomable PLANCKTIME-PURG, ARE
USING THEIR FAVE TOOL ON AND AGAINST THE POOR PITIFUL MOUNTAINPEN
AGAIN, good old mother fucking APPLIED PARALLEL EVENT, OR
(APE) FOR GODDESSDAMN SHORT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
is in order here, I would suppose, me brah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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You
really don't need to be illuminated and enlightened to see that this
ELDER ABUSE s real and happening. They will never ever mother fucking
leave me alone, and I will suppfer at the hands of this evil fucking
demonic monster until the day that I die. But I am going to call 911
if this shit keeps up, Sheriff, and you can bet on that, kind
sir!!!!!! This fat slob bitch guest from
next door to me at apartment number 505 is doing this to
me again, she slams the door over and over and then smirks over my
way before walking over to the mother fucking elevator area or
vestibule or whatever. I have mother fucking had it with her fucking
persecution and ELDER ABUSE, SIR SHERIFF MASCARA, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!
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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
10,
2019, CAUSING ME A HORRENDOUS NOISE
ASSAULT 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.
The
only possible people who could be behind wiping me out all
these years, is the same list as always,
along with the additional addendum's since unblocking memories of
baby-mama-Patty and her wonderful family from DOGTOWN!
Patty-Paula,
Trump,
BFA
and MILITFUORCE,
Callio-McGuire Club,
and the Lambrigg cult of the
Plancktime!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There is no way for me to know anything for sure, and I
am somehow stuck in eternal hell on
earth, and was even told as much by the wonderful mighty
former President James Earl Carter, in a parallel
world in fifth dimensional hyperspace.
December 12, 2006
More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3)
I will make everyone out
here one gigantic promise. You will never know who had the absolute
winning poker hand, as when you all vanish from uncreation after I
go back into my KANE-SELF, and never approach the great Sarah
Krassle to request HER not to end everything, POOF. We'll all be
crossing over, to all lovely lab technicians everywhere, NOT JUST
ME that day in the spring time of 1984 over in Northeast Philly. So
WEEEEEE that, Chester-Frank.
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.
Hey
you go right ahead, as it won't change a change, Mizz
Knowitall. Not one little blasted thing. Everything I said
would happen including the great illustrious Mister Trump, ALL CAME
MOTHER FUCKING TRUE. Put that bee in your bonnet next fucking
Easter!!!!!!!!!
They
won't ever stop hurting me, so the only way to stop this, kind
Sheriff, just as I told ADA Wirtz Senior at his great Prosecutors
Office back in the early nineties, is to stop
EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I believe the great Japanese
Ambassador back in the World War Two days said it best, “So sahwee
there fwolks, yo”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MIKE
MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!
Jane
Shitsleazedisease just nailed me really mother fucking
GOUUUUUUUUUUUD, Mizz H. Zebriski, from 1999; so here is my
cunt phlegm rape shun of lovely five
numbers!!!!
(COMPENSATION)
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If
these mother fucking dirtbag subskummites didn't have me to pick on
when they need to, what the mother fucking hell would they
do?????????????????
END
TRANSMISSION.
I
am sending notice to the PHA about these next door scum using their
apartment for illegal purposes, contrary to the lease, and causing me
continual fucking misery!!!!!!!!!!
My
ears are under me fucking hat, Patty Hollister!
“YOU’LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
VERSE
ONE
I’m
so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new
Let
me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few
Oh
my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew
We’re
down and out, and we will even go to work for you
You
seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two
I
am so weak and faint and do not wanna’ be so blue
While
we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe
Oh
please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you
We’ll
help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew
But
greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say
I’ve
been working hard out in the sun all day
And
I’m not giving any freaking fish away
VERSE
TWO
So
when you add your salty tears directly in the sea
And
when you’re done your song of woe, that you have sung to me
Just
take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty
And
right into the undertow, and stop annoying me
And
talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish
You
loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch
I
have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled
So
either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed
Guys
like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled
People
say I’m cold and cruel, on every single day
But
I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay
So
I’m not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
THREE
They
say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand
And
mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand
Storms
blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died
The
sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried
And
on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned
Ignoring
waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound
Just
another bucket and, then he’ll have caught his fill
A
lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill
The
king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again
Yet
locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben
I’ve
been working hard out in the sun all day
So
yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay
And
I’m not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
FOUR
You’ll
be crossing over, later wishing you’d been nicer
You’ll
be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer
You’ll
be crossing over, hearing all the trash they’re talking
You’ll
be crossing over, and you’ll have to keep on walking
You’ll
be crossing over, watching all the others eating
Feasts
with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating
Forever
seeing many fish, but never on your plate
You
had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate
You’ll
be crossing over, and you’ll be a lonesome rover
Forever
doomed to hear the words you always used to say
That
you’ve been working hard out in the sun all day
Oh
yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay
So
you’re not giving any of your fish away
END
OF SONG. No magic Leprechaun linking, sorry.
This
is 100% machine created techno-pop, sampled from the intro.
YOU’LL
BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW
2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC TRACK ALONG WITH ARE UP AT
THE BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN, SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, LIKE DUH:
Only
the opening title words are real. Technology, huh???
To
sing along with the new 2012 lyrics, go to my blog and click the SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0555, and scroll down until the page comes up with
the words to the song, YO. If you do not like techno-pop music of the
early and middle nineteen-eighties, there are other songs at the same
site, http://youtube/paulaking2011/
so go there and have a blast.
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