Posted
by: Tony NYC | May
14, 2009 at 10:44 PM
This
fella is MOST DEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him
for awhile at his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed
and yelled into a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days
on end. He believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassle,
and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacey.
Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction
with the Carey family (Mariah and them), in conjunction with the
Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him,
using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air
space with chem-trails, and sending
Atlantic City-residing life guards and bar tenders stealing into
the night, waiting to catch him off-guard. The only problem being
that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they’re
out there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up on his
latest blogs.
Posted
by: Razzy McThaxton | March
16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
WFMU’s Beware of the Blog
Anyone
who doubts that information can be sent backward through time using
positronic mental manipulation coupled by powerfully dangerous
heightened human emotions, is
a FOOL,
and I will be punished for saying that, by the Millionth-Council,
so says the LORD
JESUS CHRIST.
I am not supposed to call my human brothers, fools.
It is right there in
the Bible
for anyone to read, and warns
of dangers and judgments
passed to me, from this
great MC,
and their powerful manipulative tools such as MC (Mind-Control),
and of course, many many many many more as well, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW
do those 34 digits keep mathematics anything BUTTERCHEESE
BUTTTTTTTTTT IMPERSONAL, MISTER
SMITH,
YO YO YO YO!
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JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD,
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Good
old reliable and trustworthy number 27, “little
boy”. That's her number,
or so she told me in that wild dream at
the Golden Nugget Casino is 1984.
Weldon
Saunders was another magical type of person, like the great Atlantic
City beach alchemist, and the lovely and super cool Patricia H.H.
Hollister. This dude worked with me in 1987 before I worked at
American Honda in Mount Laurel,
NJDPAESMWG, on Gaither Drive in the Mount Laurel Industrial Park.
This place was only a mile from the great house that my mom and I
rented from the real estate investor Mister Jerry Pliner, in 1983,
after leaving the illustrious 1802 non-Beekman ROBIN HILL APARTMENTS.
Fourteen years had whizzed by, and “lost and
alone here I cried”, but not for the reasons listed on
my copyrighted 1997 song called, “THANX
TO
THE
SHADOWS”,
written a solid decade later on. Mister Saunders could hear the death
angel too and he buzzed all around him quite constantly just as he
does with me. WOE WIZ ME, Mister Crichton of the mighty and vely vely
vely illustrious WALT DISNEY CORPORATION, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!
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Every
night just about, I have nightmares where I'm either in Atlantic City
New Jersey, or else I am in Philadelphia near the subway station at
16th Street, right outside Steve's stoop and apartment,
that I visited in 1974; the dude who was so infatuated with lovely
Patty Hollister H.H. ButTERCHEESE and
but I was in Atlantic City all night
long the night before last, and I cannot go into too many details
right now because more pressing bull stenches are in need of
discussion presently. My scum bag dirt hole neighbors next door woke
me up just after seven this morning with their incessant non stop
DOOR BANGING,that has gone on ever since. I
AM GOING TO GO TO THE OFFICE DOWNSTAIRS AS SOON AS THIS BLOG IS
POSTED UP TO THE BLOGGER/GOOGLE WEBSITE, to complain
again to the resident manager. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, ain't
life grand, to quote Mister David Roth, the Latengrate?????????? I
may decide to call 911 later if this does not stop, because I have
totally had it with this slob next door in UNIT #605,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Would
you believe LIGHTNING
came over to visit with me again yesterday, SUNDAY afternoon?
Well, SHE DID, and SHE made all sorts of lovely colors and designs up
in the skies outside my Fort Pierce, Florida sixth floor window.
THANK UUUUUUUUU, to quote that lovely Sugar
Hill Harlem waitress!!!!!!!!
Aug
1, 2019 5:00 PM – Aug 8, 2019 4:00 PM
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Just
remember Sheriff Mascara, despite what old school mates and early
morning chums might say, I will never be for REALE!
Mountainpen's
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I
wrote a song in 1981, while living at the 1802 Robin
Hill Apartments apartment, called, “HA-HA-WHO”,
dedicated perhaps to Batman's rival, the great 'JOKER'!!!!!!!! Still
peeps, a powerful television show was viewed by the Mountainpen back
in 2017 while I was off the grid and not blogging, during my
off-period of March 2016 through August 2018. It was a British show
and it aired on the PBS (Public Broadcasting System). The name of it
is, “Midsomer
Murders”. It is a series, and this particular one was
called, “THE
GREAT AND THE GOOD” and it was re-aired Sunday
afternoon, and I watched it again, only this time, I AM BLOGGING, and
so I can discuss this show with my
wonderful BLOGAUDIANS! A child will see in just a
quick seck how my old tune from 1981 ties into this, but there is a
lot more that also connects into sleeping, dreaming, exploratronics,
and high technology, remembering of course some wonderful words of
wisdom, shortly after the original ones given to me and many others
by the wonderful Mister Marcucci, and these came from my father back
in the middle seventies, around Patty H.H. Hollister time. Those
were, “Remember son, the military is always about twenty years
ahead of the civilian population”. Now let's bring this all into a
connectiveness with the show that I viewed again on TV, on the PBS
network, yesterday afternoon, folks! In case anyone may be interested
in precise details and before I get into the show, it was on between
4:46 and 5:32 on the Comcast Lineup Channel System here in Fort
Pierce, Florida on channel-2, yesterday, 11 August, 2019. The date
that was displayed on the Comcast Information System when using the
remote 'info' button, came up as 4-13-17. Now the show of course was
about a mass murdering scumbag guy and he loved to cut people's
throats, so right away, we have 'THROATS', but yes, in 1981 when
HA-HA-WHO was written, this was a couple of years before my
THROAT INCIDENT IN ATCO, and I
realize that, as I said to lovely Sharon Payne, back at
the 'HTHS' high school that day in the middle nineteen-sixties.
Still, this just shows that cosmos is not, as I've claimed all along,
al that sensitive to times arrow or (direction), Mister Gene
Roddenberry, sir, and Latengrate!!!!!!!!!!!! Now in this murder show
which was quite fantastic, as most British shows are, since they are
made for the slightly increased intelligentsia amongst the crowds;
when the great detective finally figured out the murderer's identity,
it was done greatly by figuring out just how he had managed to
accomplish one of his feats that seemed quite unexplainable by normal
standards. When someone was asleep, he heard noises and voices, and
this influenced him in certain ways, and was part of this murderer's
plot. But just how this was achieved technologically is the entire
point to this counter-striking blog of today! Someone opened up his
stereo amplifier and placed a wild tiny bug into it that connected a
computer program, and the person controlling this was then able to
influence the person who used this. The murderer was able to speak
through it from a microphone, as well as play sounds through it such
as creaky floorboards and other sound effect noises. Then as the
person slept, he heard such things as “kill him” through his own
system, because the murderer was speaking this through a microphone.
Now maybe this much computer tech was unavailable in 1991 by the
civilian population, but
it most definitely was not beyond the reaches and capabilities of the
MILITUFORCE. That is what the lyrics of the HA-HA-WHO
song were all about, Mister Halloween Hollister Joker. Right now this
technology is being used against me in two ways at a minimum. First
to influence my nabes from hell in unit number 605 to screw with me
this morning, and also to block a name I am attempting to think of,
as I was going to add in on the prior sentence, Mister H,H. Joker,
and ****. They have blanked the name I am trying to remember out of
my mind. Many will know who I mean, since it is associated with that
wonderful scary festive occasion known as All Hallows Eve, AKA
Halloween; YARRRRRR! SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, SHERIFF KENNETH
J. MASCARA, KIND SIR. ETTOS, ETTOS, ETTOS, ETTOS, let us endlessly
control the minds of his neighbors, friends, coworkers, and of
course, HIS ENEMIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Make them all hate his guts and
forever harass and persecute the little bastard snake, huh
world???????? Yes folks, ETTOS
from my 1994 so-called fictional book called, THE PERMISSION
BARRIER”, stands for Electromagnetic
Thought Transmission
and Omission System.
Yessir
Mister Marcucci, you gave me words of wisdom directly, and to so many
of your other fans, indirectly. Well, let me scratch my head while I
walk out of my Quakertown 1969 cornfield after almost getting lost
again, and maybe even attempt to make a great Jamie and Flo
Progressive Insurance commercial, yo. All my adult life, I always
adhered to the worldly renown expression that I know all who are
reading these words right now on this blog, know and heard numerous
times. Those words go, “If it ain't broke, don't fix it”. I
believe wholeheartedly in this great sound bite of pure unadulterated
great wisdom. I personally feel and think however that my attachment
to this is because Mister Marcucci said the very same thing. It
wasn't until just last night while trying to relax a half hour in my
damn ass whittle bathtub, that I came to see this incredible and
awesome truth. He said this very same thing, “LET IT BE”!!!!!!!!!
Hey man, if it ain't in need of something, then leave it the Dogtown
alone, yo!!!!!!!!!! Now why I didn't apply this to my 1994 SARAH
NIGHTMARE SITUATION, is anyone's best guess. I could ask the Almighty
Goddess to try and have all the guests everywhere to work on that
global mystery and just maybe, find the answer laying beneath some
wild 'elusive non butterfly-rock'!!!!!!!!!!!! The really great and
fantastic query of the ages, is after learning this wonderful stuff
from Mister Marcucci, why would I then be tricked and fooled so
easily, into destroying the last chance I had in this life as ME
RIGHT NOW, to have a little peace of mind and financial security, and
go and spend about fifty grand and completely wasting my time trying
to locate that mysterious SARAH from my past, in ATLANTIC CITY, and
getting utterly wiped out, pummeled, and cremated all to
DOGTOWN!!!!!!!!!! The only bigger mystery than that, in all of
Thisssssssss nightmare, Mizz Erica non Eden-Kane from 1983's AMC,
would be THE HOSE. The great mysterious hose of Mister 'HAPPY JOHN
KING' and his super daughter MIZZ PAULA???? Just how happy these
'people-entities' are and were is anybody's best guess, or all of the
guests' best guesses I'd suppose. Still, in September of 1996, John
King insisted that I use that hose before returning to my car that I
had parked at his KING DAVID HOTEL PARKING LOT, right near the beach
in North Atlantic City, New Jersey, DPAESMWG. I am a true loyal
American who does not like to told what I must do unless it comes
from a legitimate authority figure, and is the rule and the law, and
or it makes some kind of rational sense at least when not coming from
such a source. So I did not obey him and his silly hose demand. The
sky never fell in and Chicken Little never moved to Steve King's
Littletall Township either. But that's not me' ol' pernt, Mister
Archibald Bunkerqueens, sir!!!!!!!!! Me' ol' pernt sir is
thisssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Two more weird James Redfield events
of unexplainable synchronicity happened later on in following years,
that all pertained to this original beach day in early September of
1996 with Paula King's wild and 'HAPPY-SUPER' father! For those
unable to grasp all the puns here and jokers of Sir Batman and ADAM
ZAM CRASH BANG BONG POW SLAM WEST, there was an original television
show done in black and white, from back in the nineteen-fifties, and
was the original human version or non animated version of the
SUPERMAN show, and a particular episode where there was a character
who had a plot to kill superman using Kryptonite, and the name of
this character in the show, is HAPPY J. KING of all names of the
Mister Redfield possibilities factor, imagine that. It is like David
Copperfield's wild early 3rdmillennium card trick done on television
where the entire audience was somehow ETTOS empowered to think of
one particular card, so that Copperfield could then 'GUESS the name
of that non-guest CARD'!!!!!!!!!! However before that huge TV stunt
was accomplished with this illegal and highly secret MILITUFORCE
TECHNOLOGY, there was just the following year when Paula somehow came
to me in a MIDSOMER MURDER DREAM with my electronic stuff perhaps
being used as discussed earlier on the blog. SHE influenced me to
drive down to her street in Atlantic City, TENNESSEE AVENUE that
following day, and then SHE WAS RIGHT THERE AT HER FATHER'S PARKING
LOT NEXT TO MCGUIRE'S BAR AND HIS PITTSBURGH HOTEL for me to
unmistakably see that day on July 12th of 1997, just as my
wild song told about, and the entire government knows about it, and
so does the great illustrious COPYRIGHT © OFFICE, because of my
music project titled, THANX
TO THE SHADOWS!
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