ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, VV

ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER

MARK MUD

SECTION VV

Well Mountainpen, you total stupid moron asshole you, wow did you miscalculate a lot of things recently. By recently, for me twenty or forty years is goddamn yesterday practically, so maybe not all of those reading these words, now and in the future, 'hopefully', would see that truth in the way that I do. When you have a wider memory system than other people, remembering numerous coexisting lives, as well as many lives right here in 'like-hyperspaces', in directions of mortally perceived time, both ahead and behind us; things such as a few decades is a mere bag of shells, to quote the great comedian from that wonderful TV show, The Honeymooners, Mister Jackie Gleason. Yes, a mere bag of shells. Still, over the past two, three, four decades, give or take; I've managed to accrue some wild and far out ideas and theories for me to mull over and cogitate on, and now, I am realize some huge major fucking flaws to these ideas, and thanks to one very excellent televangelist and few are left out there that are worth their weight in anything other than dog-shit, I have, to quote the latengrate Mizz Disco Queen, Donna summer, done some extremely heavy reevaluations on numerous things, that all of my Morianity has proclaimed since these blogs all began in January of OH-6. First, my entire audience on-line is made up of agents in the Black File Agency of mostly coves from the USA and a few from Britain and neighboring places, and the remaining peeps are none other than the Earthly counterpart of the Lambrigg Cult that humanity calls the entertainment World or Bizz. A child can see through all of this. No need for me to bring lovely Erica Lucci into it right now, oh great and mighty Mike Soft Hell-wrecker, but TANKS and BOOM! Maybe I should get out of that somewhat inefficient habit of using that word 'child' here, as it is the children who come straight here from truth, and thus, have the greatest wisdom of all of those who live and reside on the Earth-Planet, and even the LORD JESUS CHRIST will attest to that statement I have just said here on this blog, right there in anyone's bibles! The police are the first and the major group of peeps who will state unequivocally, publicly and privately, that 'patterns' are the all-telling item in urgent events, and will admit, not just in matters pertaining to criminality. I was sitting right here in a chair downstairs in the building's Community Room, when a very fine officer from the FORT PIERCE DEPARTMENT came and led a pre-summer time meeting that was very short and sweet, and this very smart and nice man was the one who told us about how we need to use patterns of a crime as well as making it not vanish away and thus a 'paper trail', when trying to combat the various crimes committed right here in this public housing building. I could go on and on, and will later on, but for right now, a whole different thing is going to be said, and from now on, I AM SPEAKING TO THE ONLY IMPORTANT PERSON READING THESE WORDS UP ON THIS BLOGGER DOT COM WEBSITE, AND THAT IS MISTER MARK WAYNE MOHR. All the other crap is gone, and the muscle and meat and heart of the issue to all of this, will now become the one and the only focus, and not a zillion silly underlines and colors and photos that none of you out here could give two rotten Dave Speas shits about, with or without time catching up with me, and yessir Dave, it really is now, and I am ready to sing the great hit song from 1978, you know, “Johnny come lately, he's the new kid in town, and on and on, and then skip over to the greatest part of the entire song, “HERE WE GO AGAIN”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The preacher whom I speak of, is a middle aged AA gentleman, whose name I do not recall offhand right now. He comes onto my local Fort Pierce, Florida Comcast Cable-TV Lineup system on Channel-17, and maybe on other channels, but so far I've caught him quite accidentally while surfing across that number either going up or down, and stop right there as what he was saying really caught my ear, every bit as powerfully as some of the stuff said by the great MC and whom I happen to totally and absolutely believe to be my own flesh and blood, all 1997 trained DNA Soronson seagull stolen hair brushes, notwithstanding. I'll get back to MC, but for now; we're sticking to this marvelous preacher, as something he said recently in the past thirty days that I now have heard twice, as many shows on Cable-TV are rerun over and over as we all know, is of major ass consequence. He reminded me of nothing that I did not already know, but as a human being residing here on this Earth-Planet, tend to willfully forget, regarding the great Almighty Pink Goddess that the world calls, or the Christian world anyway, Jehovah God, or just plain GOD; as if there is anything ordinary or plain about such an unfathomable, and all powerful all mighty being. I should never have claimed that just because GOD ALMIGHTY has chosen to interact with me in certain ways, allowing me to remember certain things from the great 'spirit-world' with her, including who SHE is, and numerous things pertaining to HER, and causing the mighty LAMBRIGG CULT back in the middle nineties to come out with that wild song, for me to tell you all my thoughts about HER. Many have drawn lots of weird and off the wall conclusions, as I continue to think that others around me are even close to being on my level of understanding the very words spoken by that wonderful and awesome preacher. Anything that I ever said in all of my Morianity and its blogs is just one infinitesimally miniscule teensy weensy part of the wholeness of Almighty PINK GODDESS, who may not be Pink Goddess at all, except for ME, and TO me. That is real, and any Christian who calls me demonic because I have been allowed to remember wild things between this incredible GOD, and myself, on the ASTRAL PLANE; is a phony rotten judgmental Christian, who should be right now on their knees before GOD, in heavy repentance. The bible says, 'do not judge, for if you do, you too will be judged right to that precise meter'. So all I'm saying here, is that this is all my own walk with, and personal testimony about and regarding, this incredible, inconceivable, and absolutely unfathomable GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As far as the Earth-Planet having a group from the spirit world, here in some organized way; well the police have absolutely taught me that patterns tell the all telling story, and the very same patterns exist with these people who have collectively gone to unbelievable lengths for five decades now, to make my life a total living nightmare bloody hell. First off, the casinos in Atlantic City, the music business people, and other groups we need not get specific about right now at this exact second, are all performing this very same thing around me, and have consistently done this horrendous shit, not for one or two or three but about five decades now, ever since the mother fucking first two men landed on the goddamn moon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The prophet who comes here to this building that I have talked about has told me some major things that he would have had no way of knowing about, and things happened just as he proclaimed they would. To quote what I told the pharmacist lady over at the Berlin, New Jersey Eckert Pharmacy back on 12 July in the year of 2003, “Don't get me started”! I have many more things to talk about with BOTH of these very major new PROPHETS in my life, one whom I know in person, and the other one from the TV world. BUTTERCHEESE and but folks, for right now, like HEAVEN, this can wait. I'll only say this much. The same pattern of the great Melanie Stinson mail order days syndrome kicks in here to further verify that when all is said and done, a lot of very powerful and important people have said a few really awesome nice things about me, because not one single stranger has ever said a word. Not one person has ordered/downloaded my Krystal's Ball App, and the only one who ordered my ICE REMOVAL SECRET in exchange for $3.00 USD demanded a rescission, and so I gave it to her, and to this very day, the financial world has the bank records. I also know the feebs have lots of bugged phone conversations too, totally proving all the things that I have said and told for more than 13.5 years now on these damn ass blogs. Maybe I can lead people to eternal salvation, and maybe I cannot, BUT Mister Microsoft Spellchecker sir, I do know that there is no way this is real, or that what I told President James Earl Carter in a parallel world, WAS NOT THE ABSOLUTE TRUTH. I am dead, and yes, I AM IN ETERNAL HELL, and who better than me to warn the rest of fucking humanity not to ever come here???????????????????

The great HIGHVIEW CHEERS, gee willagars. Is this on par with 113 Caldor Store, and the great shiny big moons? Why is my daughter so absolutely fixated and fascinated by the events of my life? What possible reason exists behind it, unless she truly is the great PINK GODDESS, lovely WOW! Hey, as far as I'm concerned, you all can own not only the land, but the sea, the air, the television networks, and the rotten lousy endless strings of the NUMBER-1, and you won't believe me but I'll fucking say it anyway. Just as I wrote that last sentence and went to move my mouse so the page would move up a little bit, the page eleven of goddamn eleven came displaying onto my monitor screen, a real hating alligator progression sequence, if I have to say so my self. Allow me to say Wonderful BIG-O a few times, and then do a compensation for that horrible ballpark lady, without insulting my daughter's friends and their second fave city that is just past the borders of me' own whittle state line up past Jacks-V, TEE HEE!

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Okay, Mister King; now that I'm fucking past the eleven-page, and no longer attempting to lead anyone to ES; just allow me to tell you how powerful this thing really is with what that wonderful police officer said here at my building that day several months back.

Not one single person ordered anything I tried to sell back in 1974 when I ran my mail order business, and up here in the future, 45 mother fucking years later, not one person has downloaded my APP. There is one count up on there, and that was done by the FIU Professor, Mister M.E., and not to be ever confused with the great 1994 book written by me and © by me on that Halloween Day, where I spoke of the lady who fiddled me up on the Robin Hill roof, and told me that she was a “ME”. That stood for a Metaverse existor, or a Multiverse Existor, 'whatever', to quote the great Congressman R.A. Now I am glad my unconscious mind thought of the word there for me to type in, “WHATEVER”. That way, I can also tie in the other wild deal involved in all of this, or to keep Microsoft and its great Spellchecker system all happy and wet, “involved in all of thissssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not only can I not get ONE SINGLE SOLITARY PERSON TO ORDER ANYTHING I EVER DO, but simultaneously, just about every single person that I went either to school with or met shortly after leaving the wild COOLEY HALL of Haddonfield, New Jersey; became a super big hot shot person. We all know that I could easily name six names right off the bat. I don't need to prove anything, because I already know that this is all true and absolutely real, or to quote the mighty and vely vely vely illustrious Mister Jim Tiberius Burr of Gloucester City, from back in the summer time of the year 1975; “Mark, this is actually literally happening to you”!!!!!!!!!!

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Some mother fucking RUSSIAN TRUMP-PAL BLACK HAT HACKER HAS JUST HACKED ME BIG TIME, knocking off the ability to draw a line by typing the (~) key several times and then striking the goddessdamn (ENTER) key afterward. Allow me to use a different system!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes Uncle Heinz sir, formerly the husband of my mother's Cuzz Ruth Huntington, who resided first before the toaster oven caught fire in Masapeaqua Park, LINY and later moved into Babylon, at 175 Peninsula Drive; “Permit me to capture the powerful hyper-natural Mister McGuire onto the camera on Tennessee Avenue back in December of 2006, please kind sir”. 'WOW', could he be snooty, but that wasn't the only thing he could be, or for that matter, with or without being allowed to have any ice cream that day, but being absolutely permitted to be insulted, by having you say horrible things about my poopy-pop, to my mom, right in front of poor little seventeen year old me; as maybe he could have shown me the real tricks behind photography, so that Robert McGuire would have not been able to do a Barnabas Collins that day and remain totally invisible in front of both me and my pal Mister Edward Himacane Lynch!!!!!!!! So now the hackers have released me' ol' line making commands. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

So now it is time to record things just for myself, and so that things cannot be made to vanish, also post them up on-line. The only peeps reading them are enemies in the LAMBRIGGER CULT and secret agents around the globe aniwho. So I'll use this the same mother fucking way that I used the U.S. Copyright Office, as a TIME CAPSULE so the MILITUFORCE cannot make it go away, and at least I'll always have my own mother fucking record of all this horrible endless shit that's been perpetrated against me for half a century. One small spoonful of dogshit for me, and one larger tablespoonful of it for the rest of the gang! Yes Mister Mirrors Sidney Cohen Crown sir, “I'm so very sorry Sid for all the bad and wrong I did. I wish to make it up to you, I hope there's something I can do”. The three things that I wrote in 1969 beside the rules to a board game called 'Water-Water-Everywhere', would be that silly little asshole poem for my mom's boyfriend Sid, and then those two musical works, “That's the Way it Goes” in early June and then “Burn With Fire” in late July. One small step has turned into one giant leap into HELL, huh Mister Carter??????????? And the real kicker Mister President is that obviously only HALLS FAWCES truly know the reason why!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I absolutely plan to join the largest UFO CLUB in America, and tell my story after being a member long enough in their club to where they just might allow me a small audience for me to stand on my whittle fucking soap box and tell the whole damn thing to the whole damn fucking world, Misses Cooley Marola of TWO THOUSAND! Hey sue me world, so I was wrong and that great movie came out a year before I thought it had. I still have enough power in all this story to knock the shoes off of KING PAULA KOPNG from here to the damn ass ES-BLDG and back, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Time Out---071719---10:44:42

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