VELY
VELY PWITTY, BUT YES, I
RESPECT YOU ALL!!!
FROM
WFMU'S BEWARE OF THE BLOG:
ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, SECTION-W3
1:45
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
WEDNESDAY
MORNING
ON
21
AUGUST,
2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, 'US-DP'-A, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)
WEDNESDAY,
AUGUST 21, 2019
Mountainpen's
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
WANING
GIBBOUS 6:7
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6
F.Q.
WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6
WXG7
F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5
WNG6
WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4
WNC5
WNC6 N.M.
I
am just about positive that there is no
other writing
anywhere
that tells the truth about the gods and their games, and the reasons
for them; which is of course, a distraction for them, away from the
HELLISHNESS
of
ENDLESSNESS.
This is a very major deal, because it is a GIGANTIC
FRICKIN' SECRET,
and has been covered up a long time, until
my MORIANITY has come along TO EXPOSE IT,
YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!
You
know how peeps say, “You
do the math”
?????????????????????????
Well, so do it!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEE,
sir Chester Frank. You know who you are,
and I know 'THAT' my kid knows who
she is too. Of course,
LEGALLY, I must go on saying, “I have
no children”. Nothing has yet been proven, as
my 6th
Cuzz Donnie would say, not “LEEEEEEEEEEGALLY”.
'CAPPED'
FROM GOOGLE/BLOGGER
@
5 P.M.
Aug
13, 2019 6:00 PM – Aug 20, 2019 5:00 PM
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YES
FOLKS, THE
GLOBAL BLOG POPULARITY MAP
IS NO
LONGER 'CAPPABLE'
ON THE BLOGGER/GOOGLE WEBSITE.
I
wonder why, without too much paranoia?
Still,
Russia has absolutely no green areas at all,
and
in fact only the United States now appears to be high nineties in
percentage of the total global viewership.
This makes me wonder if everybody
is not some traveling secret agent of the Blackfile Cove Agency
System.
Oh well, this
is my own fault for not trying to join a really large UFO club, a
very long time ago,
when
I could see that I wasn't getting any place
with the standard 'Eddie Himacane idea' for my blogging, to begin
with. Without some peeps who are interested in helping me out of this
inconceivable nightmare hellishness, I
am totally mother loving screwed, ON STEROIDS, times the cube of the
velocity of freaking light, yo bro!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
Microsoft, Brotherhood indeed has a lot to do with this, or maybe,
said better, the lack thereof!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Still, the Ensign Wesley Crusher syndrome, and THE
BIG GAME,
perpetrated upon humanity, by the ASTRAL
COINS AND COILS;
always is beyond just a factor or a co-factor in all of this. It
truly IS
ALL OF THIS,
and yes folks, I'll explain this further, right now. Yessir/mahm yo,
will you cut me a damn bweak here pweeeeeeeze, Mizz
Margie 1985 Leo,
from the once so great CALDOR
DEPARTMENT STORE
OF WOODBURY HEIGHTS, NO JOYSEY IN THE ONCE GREAT UNITED STATES OF
AMERICA,
EARTH PLANET, SYSTEM SOL, MILKY
WAY
GALAXY, and also known by the thinkers and Scientific Community, as
the Galaxy-Galaxy.
Yes please, cut me a bwake! Whenever I am in any crowded room or
place, be it for medical reasons or a zillion other possibilities,
Mizz Elizabeth Bewitched Montgomery, mahm; I see this powerful GASME
game of the COINS & COILS come to life. To me it was ten
GODDESSDAMN minutes ago when I was living in the sixties, seventies,
and eighties, when absolutely none of this stupid computer-universe
in everybody's freaking pocket, existed, let alone even the remotest
chance FOR ITS EXISTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now, I am the only one and even
among peeps ten to thirty years my senior, that sits in a room, AND
DOES NOT HAVE A STUPID PHONE IN HIS HAND, now will I EVER EVER EVER
EVER EVER SUCCUMB TO THIS INCREDIBLE ASS-WIPING TOTAL ABSURDITY.
BUTTERCHEESE and yes, BIG ASS BUTT and but, folks, I DO SEE WITH
MIGHTY WILD FRIGHTENING ACCURACY, how this world destroying ENSIGN
WESLEY CRUSHER NEXT-GEN STAR TREK GAME, has taken over humanity's
Earth-Planet 100%. I TOTALLY REFUSE TO JOIN IT OR PLAY THEIR DEMONIC
GAMES, STRAIGHT OUT OF THE GATES OF DOGTOWN, OLYMPIA, PURG!
As
I was coming close to finishing up the previous non-precious blog,
SECTION
W3
of my eternal journal; MY
UPSTAIRS TRIAD SUBSKUMMITE
NABES
FROM
HELL
began throwing furniture all around, and banging around up above me,
just as if noise
and absurdity was going out of style,
and
this was their last chance to get on freaking board that stupid ass
train, yo!
These mother sucking nabes from DOGTOWN,
above me, across from me, and next to me; ARE
DRIVING ME OUT OF MY EVER LOVING PUKE SWALLOWING MIND, SIR SHERIFF
KENNETH J. MASCARA,
YO
KIND SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jesus freaking Christ on mega steroids; I am going GODDESSDAMN nuts
in this apartment, with these
total turd sniffing milf-gilf bunt tapping rock suckers.
Hey Margie 1985 Leo, for the sake of the gods, will
you pweeeeeze gimme' a damn ass bweak,
yo yo yo yo yo!!!! TANKS,
and super
BOOM,
and potential collisions of the LTMC
groupation;
huh Mister Lazarus Trek sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Speaking of
super great SYFY shows such as Star Trek and Star Wars, and all great
numbers, and bartenders, and carpenters!!!!!! Holy
Hannah and Harrah, fatal cosmic explosions;
this is 'totally wedikawuss' sir, and great wonderful Camp Counselor,
Mack Kaiter from 1967!!!!!!!
And
yes peeps, there is way more to all of this, BUT
it still can all be summed up and nut-shelled by simply saying that
it's all part of this fantastic
hellish game of the gods or the 'GASME'!!!!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!
Nothing
makes sense unless viewed largely.
My
blogs really need to be early-viewed
too!
To
access the 'BOM' from 2006-2011,
MERELY
CLICK ON THESE LINKS, YO BRO!!!
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
Jane
Sleazeweedsdisease slutface-JF
just nailed
me AGAIN
with that GODDESSDAMN cum puke her prompt, that shows up on my
screen-monitor's right side, when the mouse is scrolled and used, as
it must be during my frikkin' blogging. Here is my very necessary
compensation for this ONE'S
ASSAULT
UPON POOR ELDERLY, AND DISEASED, MISTER
FREAKING DOGTOWN
MOUNTAINPEN,
YO!!!!
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HA-HA-HA,
ICABOD TELLOSIAN ETTOSIAN CRANE, OF HALLOWEENTOWN, where some
bad girls could not go to one night
on the Earth-planet. This takes me well past page freaking scum
eleven of eleven. WOW-THIS! Hey go easy on our kid, lovely Patty HHH,
yo!
Oh
dear Pink
Lordess,
have mercy on your pathetic 'THAT-BOY', pweeeeeeeeze, yo!!!!!!! This
is beyond ridiculous Mister Kaiter. So maybe my PEE knows a lot about
World War ll Komocossi pilots, and maybe she even understands the
wild affinity that the Entertainment World appears to have with the
number '29', Mister Lorne Green who Spellchecker no longer recognizes
his name. Yes world, human fame is very fleeting, and no one gives
two dog stenches what the mighty Mister Motzart had for dinner on the
night of May 25th
in some yesteryear in time. We will all be dust in the wind, Mizz
Julia Roberts, and THAT is a total promise from the Mountainpen,
mahm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So a great big WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE is now
being shouted out for all of my Blogaudians as well as to
“Heknowswhoheis”
Sir Chester-Frank,
of NO
JOYSEY!!!!!!!!!
WOW-WOW and super WOW to all great Stacey-trucks and Canadian
bankers, EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh great Pink Goddess, it is
time for me to run for the Shakespearean roses now!!!!!!!!!!
Dawn-Marie King and my father Wayne Landis Mohr who would turn age
100 years if he were here on the 10th
day of the coming September, would say so boldly and eloquently,
“SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT”!!!!!!
Run
For The Roses
END
TRANSMISSION
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