PAM
BONDI, FLORIDA STATE ATTORNEY GENERAL, BOB MCDOWELL, FEDERAL
COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION DIRECTOR, I NEED SOME HELP HERE, MY
DOCUMENT CRASHED AND FROZE THE SECOND I STARTED TO BLOG, AND I AM
UNDER A DEATH SIEGE THAT WOKE ME AT 8:30 THIS SATURDAY MORNING WITH
NUMEROUS ASSHOLE FUCKING NAEIGHBORS SHOUTING AND BANGING ALL AROUND
ME, OUTSIDE MY DOOR, UP ABOVE ME AND DOWN BELOW ME, THIS IS A GIANT
CONSPIRACY YO KILL ME WHEN MY HEALTH IS ALREADY DOWN AND AS LOW AS IT
GETS, AND THIS IS FIRST DEGREE PREMEDITATED MOTHER FUCKIGN MURDER,
AND MY BLOOD IS ON ALL OF YOU AUTHORITIES THAT ARE PAID TO PROTECT
INNOCENT LAW ABVIDING CITIZENS SUCH AS MYSELF.
MY
DIRT BAG LIFE SUCKS, MY VIEWERS HAVE LEFT ME, NO ONE IS READING ME,
AND THESE BLOGS WILL STOP THIS WEEKEND FOR GOOD, I AM RUNNING AWAY TO
CUNT CHEWING TJ-MEX, AND NONE OF YOU ARE GOING TO STOP ME, SO FUCK
YOU!!!!!!!!!!!
LOUD
HAMMERING IS NOW GOING ON ABOVE ME FROM THESE DISEASED AND TWISTED
MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' ENEMIES ABOVE ME. THIS DOCUMENT FROZE UP THE SECOND
I STARTED IT, AND HAD TO BE RECOVERED, MICROSUCKS AND PAM BONDI,
STATE POLICE, AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, AND OTHERS, DON'T I
HAVE ANY MOTHER FUCKIGN CUNT CHEWING RIGHTS OF FREE SPEECH? ARE YOU
GOING TO LET THIS GO ON AND DO NOTHING, YOU PRICKS?
THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT
NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE
YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING
POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY! NO WAY WHATSOEVER!!!!!
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I
AM UNDER A DEATH ATTACK THIS FUCKING CUNT EATING SATURDAY MORNING,
THIS IS A LEGAL DYING UTTERANCE.
WELL,
I WAS WRONG ABOUT THE STUFF IN THE BUILDING, BUT THERE IS A LOUD
PRIVATE AIRPLANE FLYING AROUND THE BUILDING, ILLEGALLY AT LOWER
LEVELS THAN THE LAW PERMITS. ALSO THE COMPUTER CRASHED. AS FOR THE
BUILDING, IT IS MAINTENACE AGAIN, COMING OVER TO ALL THE
APARTMENTS TO DO ODD JOBS SO THAT WE WILL ALL PASS THE INSPECTION.
WHY THEY DO THIS ON SATURDAY EARLY MORNING WHEN FOLKS ARE IN NEED
OF SLEEPING IN AFTER A HARD WEEK OUT ON THE FIRING LINE, IS
ANYONE'S GUESS, BUT IT IS WHAT IT GOD DAM IS. WEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Yes
my viewers are going the way of the southlands again, maybe
something is up in the EW, again, as I observed a large decline
during the death and after-procedures of Mizz Rivers, then again
shortly thereafter, with the Miss America Pageant, a huge EW deal.
Let me show you how lousy the numbers are and have been low for a
few days now, just when my blog was about to explode into some
major heavy good shit. Fly around here illegally, all you want to,
you are being observed by my people.
Pageviews
today
32
Pageviews
yesterday
75
Pageviews
last month
3,321
Pageviews
all time history
65,031
70%
of my peeps have gone!
Well,
the airplane attack is real, and so was the computer black hat
hack attack when I first logged on to do this fuckiGN cunt blog.
This will be my last blog in a while until people whoever they
are, demonstrate to me that they wish me to go on with my very
highly unusual material. Hay I am not here to be a bore. If you
want the BOM over, fine, then they will be over, and it will free
me up to get a part time job and do many other things that I have
put on fucking hold just to tell a stupid blind world a very
necessary and powerful story.
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
I
CAN PROVE IT, SO THEY MUST COVERTLY MURDER ME
CHAPTER
013
Yes
there are times when it seems to be all crashing down on me, and I
get very scared after a lifetime of national persecution. But at
least the building noise from 8:30 onward, was all normal, cancel
the red alert, Pam Bondi, thank you, but I do have an aireal
assault, and later, if it keeps up, will go out and test out my
pussy command given me as a result of the ICPE of this persecution
and me being supernaturally a pussy magnet while this goes on.
Now
for the wild interactions last night. I crashed around three or
maybe give or take an hour, and found myself in a parallel
universe where a multiplexed situation was happening. Peeps from
different eras of my past here in this waking world, were all a
part of my doppelganger's life there, and as a regular normal
dreamer or Type-1-Exploratron, I merely being along for the ride,
and recessant inside of my double, ssaw some real amazing shit,
folks.
Boy
do I look anxiously forward to my physical death soon, folks,
WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, I was in Lindenwold/Somerdale boundary
area, back in New Jersey in this dreaming-interaction experience,
and had so many unbloggable things happen. Before this, SSJKK had
totally worn me out after what seemed like a billion years of
powerful passionate love making at her Celestial Palace on Kanwal
Avenue in HER great city. Here comes the first fire alarm of the
day, and I expect a lot, as it may be being tested again, by the
inspector men and maintenance crew. So after being exhausted, I
suddenly found myself with some strange folks from my past, all
different people however, from different points in my past, and we
were near the train station of the Lindenwold Patco High Speed
Line Train Station, that goes to Philadelphia and other places as
well. Letters again as in back in 1997 were involved, and so were
my State Farm Car insurance peeps, who have or had an office in
the nineties, right near this area. My Apology Song to my daughter
was part of all of this, and was being sent back to me, as I had
sent a cassette tape of it to a man that my old business partner,
Mister PP had come to deal with during our Studio Park Records
days in 1998 and 1999. His name is Thomas Hayden if I am spelling
it at all like it sounds. Yes, this is going to be a very noisy
day here. Well, it was no test, and it has been deactivated, the
fire alarm of piercing shrilling sound, that is. Engine 15 is here
on the scene doing a great job. I will bet they are all tired of
responding ninety nine times a week, to this stupid building, and
Resident Manager DM told me, the building is fined for each of
these times that they need to come out. Eventually, this makes all
the rest of us pay more for services, the innocent always have to
kick in for the guilty. Always be a rat and turn in a shop lifter,
as he or she is not robbing the store, but you and me the honest
customer. They access how much loss was incurred every year and
then prices need to go up to match, and we honest peeps pay these
small differences, but they do in fact begin to add up as we keep
on marching down life's pathway here on Hell Turnpike.
'DISSISSA'
SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY, AGAIN, FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JEEEEEEEEEZ LOUISE, WHAT IS THAT ABOUT MY NEGATIVE ATTITUDE THERE
TWINBAY FROM E.H. TOWNSHIP, NEW JERSEY? SAY HI TO SURFER FONTY FOR
ME, AND TAKE SOME WATER AND FILL MY GLASS UP TO FULL AND THEN IT
CANNOT BE HALF ANYTHING, LOVELY TALL GIRL. SAY HI TO TIFFANY AND
JENNIFER TOO.
This
could not be happening to me for 60 fuckiGN years, without the
tools of the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS. I EXPERIENCED THEIR MOTHER FUCKING
ETTOS FIRST HAND, Lenny McKinnon-1980. Most was in Atlantic City,
twice on the same street, Tennessee Avenue, where it all began for
me and not for Sabrina D.S. Collins. The other time, at the
HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS. Well, the lyrics to that song, Mister Beretta
sir, could be, then along came PEE, dee dee dee dee dee, how can
all this be? I am up a tree, Just ask Chuck-EEEE! You know,
instead of the song ;657 Blues' and its lyrics that went, I never
had a clue, that I was missing you, baby baby baby!
Here
comes my fuckiGN cunt eating (`~HACK) Mister Bob McDowell, FCC,
old pal, and sir! Let me try again.
Yes
one of their greatest tools and methods of getting their way and
having supernatural power so to speak, over people all around
them, is their mighty ETTOS,
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Look,
I can go all over the place, to other times and other dimensions,
and the problem is that no one in the world is ready for a bunch
of non registered private journey travelers, skipping across the
hyperspace, doing all sorts of things that the world powers have
no power or control over. The problem I will always have with all
of this shit is the evental-time-warp of 1987, and my pal David.
If they did not want all this to happen, they should have just
allowed me to live a normal life, which is all I ever wanted to
fucking do in the first place, not be here trying to create the
one and only religion for an entire millennium. It is these
paradoxes and philosophical conundrums that just don't cut it in
the making sense department, and I'll be the fucking first dude at
the gate holding up a huge sign saying just that!
SEPTEMBER
20, 2014,
LATE
ON SATURDAY MORNING AT 10:45,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 79 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 97% AND FEELING 86.
TODAY'S
RANGE IN TEMPERATURE, H-79/L-73.
Nice
and fucking cool!!!!!
The
world is an amazing place. It also totally sucks when you are the
chosen and cursed HUNTINGTON!!!!
I
THINK I WILL ENJOY TJ-MEXICO, AT LEAST MORE THAN THIS HELL HERE IN
THE U.S.A. IF THEY WANT ME NOT TO RUN, THEY ARE GOING TO HAVE TO
BACK OFF THIS CUNT SUCKING FUCKING PIG SHIT ON ME EVERY SINGLE
DAY, AS MY FAILING HEALTH IS GOING TO RESULT IN MY FUCKING
MURDER!!!!!
I
am not planning on seeing you at the Boston Pops Show, in this or
any other parallel reality, whoever you all are, Washcloth
Cherryred Boobylungs!
Please,
you godda' fucking help me lovely lightning.
GODDESS
DIANA, MY LOVELY LIGHTNING.
Sharkey
says, “WOW THIS DAY FUCKING SUCKS, and WHO IS BRAVE ENOUGH TO
TRY SCRUBBING MY MOUTH OUT WITH SOAP, MISTER KAITER AND MIZZ
RED XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX LOUISE
HENDERSHODT?????
You're
always in control of who sees what - you can turn it off or remove
posts at any time.
THANK
YOU BLOGGER.
On
Blogger since January
2006!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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COURTESY
OF THE WEATHER BUG!!!
Weather
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local South Florida TV.
Note: The
image above may not reflect the current alert state for your
county due to a several minute delay between the issuance of the
alert and the map processing.
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Hurricane
watch/warning
Ever
since I was about twelve, I hated noise. Right after this, I had
nothing but noise used against me. Why should I have anything
other than a shitty attitude, lovely TWINBAY, just tell me that,
you vision of loveliness?
Good
riddance dirt ball dark horse slutty JANE!!!!!!! You missed me.
Drop dead!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU
ARE READING MOUNTAINTAIN'S BLOGS, COPYRIGHTED 2006-2014. TRY TO
ENJOY.
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
HOLY
SHIT, HERE COMES MY REAL REVENGE, A SHORT STORY ABOUT THE COACH'S
LOCKER ROOM AT THE ONE AND ONLY MOTHER FUCKING COOLEY HALL, AM I
RIGHT, OLD FRIEND FROM THE FCC, BOB MCDOWELL. DAN MACKEY SEEMED TO
KNOW YOU WOULD GROW UP AND BE A MAN, AND HE SEEMED TO KNOW PAULA
KING IN SEVERAL OTHER OF HER PERSONA'S. MAYBE HE ALSO KNEW THE
SECRET OF WHAT LAID BEHIND THE COACHES LOCKER ROOM CLOSET AREA,
GARY-7 AND GARY MITCHELL. ROCK ON, GLARE ON, AND KEEP TRUCKING
STEVE MCGINTY, AS IT CHANGES NOTHING. HADFDONWOOD IS STILL GONE
WITHOUT AN EXPLANATION, RIGHT BROTHER OF MARGIE, AND WOW DID NICK
DO A TIRE RIM JOB ON MY POOR OLD SATURN SATAN CAR IN 1996, DOWN
THE ROAD FROM HADDONWOOD AND POOLROY. MIND IS HOLDING US HERE, AND
MIND IS GRAVITY PROFESSOR KAKU. WANT TO KNOW MORE, WELL, I KNOW
YOU'RE IN A TOUGH SPOT, GRANTS, ETCETERA, THEY SAY IGNORE ME OR
ELSE, I GET IT. THIS IS ALL OLD FUCKIGN NEWS TO ME, SO YOU WILL
HAVE TO CAREFULLY KEEP WATCHING AND READING THESE BLOGS. HAVE A
FRIEND UNTRACABLE TO YOU PRINT THEM OUT AND GIVE YOU THE PRINTED
OUT SHEETS. I HAVE INFORMATION THAT GOES TEN TIMES FURTHER THAN
ALL OF YOUR COLLIDER MACHINES AND ANYTHING SO FAR YOU ALL THINK
YOU KNOW, YO.
HIGS
BOSON, GIVE ME A BREAK. WITHOUT COMBINING LAWTRONICS, ZERO
DIMENSIONAL TECHNOLOGY, AND SOME OTHER NICE JUICY WELL KEPT
SECRETS FOR NONILLIONS OF FUCKING YEARS, YOUR COLLIDERS AND
ACCELERATORS AND HIGS PARTICLES AND ALL OF IT, IS ALL TOTALLY
WORTHLESS. MAKE A GREAT BATCH OF BROWNIES WITH SUPER INGREDIENTS,
BUT LEAVE OUT THE COCOA AND THE SUGAR AND SEE HOW GREAT IT
'FUCKIGN' TASTES.
Now
that I have calmed down a little bit folks, since an extremely
horrendous and BOTBAR non Paul Simon day;
I will try and calmly reconstruct a few things that earlier may
have seen even for me, a bit in gibberish. Who needs Sleuth movies
up on Long Island at my cousin's place, in 1972? NOT
ME!
Two
of the greatest things talked about in my blogs as the MOUNTAINPEN
or in MORIANITY, you may think of, as either EXPLORATRONS, or
AUGUST 15TH OF 1986. You would be within a good thinking pattern
to make that selection, but in truth, a hidden cosmic agenda
called, REALITY-3 is the real biggest deal in my horrific and
sub-vampiric life and cursed existence as the chosen HUNTINGTON.
Reality-3 is not something that has ever been totally rationally
figured out by me, so I will not pretend for a second that in any
way, shape, or form, it has been, merely I'll remind my readers
that it has to do with the theory that perhaps, and only perhaps,
one larger truth and ongoing nightmare is causing both of my
PARALLEL-EVENT situations, of one-me being up or down, and
two-'THEY' being winners or losers in a very strange trilogy of
events, these being the Dow Jones, the Philadelphia Phillies, and
the Philadelphia Flyers. All I can say in good conscience, is that
I cannot prove satisfactorily no matter how hard I have tried for
more than twenty-six years now; whether there is or is not, a
REALITY-3, or whether just the parallel event itself, IS
EVERYTHING, and why it all began on one exact night in the summer
of 1986; also remains a total elusive mystery. Still, one fact
remains undisputed. Since this hell started around me in 1986,
only the year of 1994 seemed to be magical. It totally cut me a
break. Things, big things started to go my way in almost
unfathomable ways. Why? Because the Baseball Clubs went on strike,
so there was no Phillies season. Then in the autumn, the HOCKEY
CLUBS went on strike, so DUH, there was no Flyers Season, only
there was, a small one, as early in 1995, when the magical year of
1994 ended, a short hockey season began, causing a three year
doubling of the Dow Jones stock market, and basically, the end of
my life, via the search for the missing teenager of my past; the
most inconceivable nightmare to ever rear its ugly head in all of
recorded history. Now this had to get out of the way in order to
lay a foundation about the true major significance and surreal
importance, of this wild trilogy and parallel event nightmare in
my life that yes, all started when the rest of the hell started,
on 15 August, 1986. There just is no getting around the fact that
something more powerful and strange than all of the combined
so-called UFO-abductions all put together, happened to one person
at one exact point in history, ME, and on this date. Everything,
whether or not a bigger REALITY-3 is behind it or not; seems to
revolve around an 'inescapable' reality, 'PARALLEL
EVENT', without any 1983 or 1997
tunes, from any members of this great and awesome Carpenter family
of 3000 years+. Now, some few real follower geniuses know why
certain unnamed people told me to “PUT THAT ON TOP”, Commander
Pablo, so check that off,
KIRKWHALES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whenever I have a
major extra normal vivid dreaming experience, the next day is
always MAJOR MESSED UP, going all the way back even to the year of
miracles for me, the great 1994, and the interaction with the
SUNRAM DISTANCE ELIMINATION CHAMBER MACHINE, that autumn, and then
on the way to Haddonwood later in the day, despite major overcast
skies, being pulverized and pummeled by MY WOMO MILITUFORCE
ENEMIES. I am not going to lie and tell you that again today, was
not about the song, “YOU'LL BE
CROSSING OVER”, as it was.
'THEY' just won't let me put any money together so that I can go
over to the Avalon Studio, and pick up my CD, and post the song
onto my YOUTUBE CHANNEL. I never ever EVER NEVER saw the FORCES
this strong against something in my entire
@$^&^$%E#@!@%$!!@%!*)&_$*^$* LIFE!!!!!!!!!!! This is why,
I will now post up the lyrics to the song; and it is copyrighted,
because the blog is copyrighted, and I fully legally intend to
make it official someday with a check to the Library of Congress,
just not today, because THEY won't allow me to get a
penny!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM BEING TOTALLY
OBSTRUCTED AND PREVENTED AND STOPPED FROM DOING THIS, AND I KNOW
IT, AND FEEL IT LIKE I WOULD FEEL THE FORCE OF A SKYSCRAPER
FALLING DOWN ON ME, SHOULD THAT BE THE CASE. This may be an
inescapable force all right, but the forces against me will not
escape this blog going up onto the internet on an early Thursday
morning, that will at least contain the words to this tune, that
so much energy and power is being expended from somewhere, to
obstruct and halt. All the Doctors, Lab Technicians, sore throats,
and swollen lymph glands on the planet, are not going to stop me
from posting these lyrics, ON THIS BLOG, TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Before
we do the posting of the lyrics of the song written by me in 1983
and redone with these words in 2012, that is now called,
“YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”,
let
me tell my 'BLOGAUD' that I of course, asked the great cosmic meow
king kitty cat, WHY THIS DAY WAS SO HORRIBLE, and worse than
99.99% of my days over the past 25-30 years, and GAWKY
GAUKAUK
answered me with the PCN-312.
Let me tell you the match-list that I have in my GAWNUM BOOK for
PRIVATE
COSMICODED NUMBER (PCN) 312.
These are:
PAUL
PEDERSEN----CRY----TAP----KRASSLEVILLE----MASS
MURDERER----MAN----TAG----RPL----TAPE RECORDER----ATLANTIC CITY
MUNICIPAL UTILITIES AUTHORITY----
A
god dam retard can read into these cosmic clues, despite my not
yet telling any of you the details of my monster ass day. So let
me do that, and then after that; let us see if the world is still
spinning around by this time tomorrow, after I print these words,
that somebody is fighting against with strength and power that
defies and eludes my frail tiny imagination, maxed out times a
vigintillion power exponents of a googalplex. Before I do
anything, I must remind my newer readers, how to work a GAWNUM.
You can most likely GOOGLE it up, but for the lazier folks who
refuse to do it, because I am just not that important, then I will
tell them just a little bit of it quickly. All letters have an
order in the alphabet. A is 1. B is 2. C is 3. D is 4. This goes
all the way to Z is 26. There are 81 GAWNUM ROOT NUMBERS. To find
them, you need two things. First, how many letters are there in
the item, and second, what is the total amount of letter value?
Let us use the three combined words for example, of the song that
seemingly started all of this nightmare for me, back in August of
1986, “REAL GOOD GIRL”. There are a total of 12 letters in
this title. If you add up the value of all of these twelve
letters, 18-5-1-12-7-15-15-4-7-9-18-12, we get the number 123.
Don't die on me yet, my wonderful fence beckoning strobe-light.
Now as with all of numerological truth, any number that has more
than one digit, is added up until it only has one digit, and there
are only nine, and no zero will exist if you perform this task. So
the first number of a GAWNUM ROOT is your amount of letters, so
with the song “REAL GOOD GIRL”, we have a 12. The second
number of a GAWNUM ROOT is your total letter value, so with the
song “REAL GOOD GIRL”, we have a 123. So the first number is a
12, and the second number is a 123. Adding these up until it is
only one digit, this becomes a 3 and a 6. So the GAWNUM ROOT of
the three words, 'REAL GOOD GIRL' is 36. Now the third digit in a
PCN is always the difference between the larger and the smaller
numbers in the Gawnum Root Number, so 6-3=3. So the GAWNUM ROOT
'36' is equal to PCN-363. You always use the alphabet of the
country that you were legally born in, don't start trouble Mister
Trump. Now with our names, it is always the first name and the
last name, no initials or other in-between names, always merely
the Christian name and the Sir name, nothing else. Now to see if
any two things have Gawnum Compatibility or (GC), you add the two
PCN's up, and get a PCNT, the 'T' is TOTAL. If at least one digit
exists in the PCNT, that is in both of the numbers above it making
up that sum total, then the two items are GC, and if not, then
they are not GC. This does not reflect a positive or a negative
reality, but merely that a potential cosmic compatibility exists,
or does not exist, for all of the many virtually countless
realities; that fit into 81 root number systems from 11-99 with no
zeros. The only zeros that exist in the GAWNUM, are in the third
digit when both of the GAWNUM ROOT DIGITS are the same, hence
GR-44, becomes PCN-440, and GR-77, becomes PCN-770, and so forth.
Only nine out of the eighty-one roots produce a zero. When you
wish to ask a question, you can think silently about your
question, while doing any of several things with playing cards or
dice or even large colored blocks. Keeping it simple for now, take
an ordinary deck of playing cards and remove all cards except for
ace through nine of the four suits. You will be left with a total
of 36 cards. Shuffle well. As you begin to randomly just pick a
card out, think of just your question and do not let any other
thoughts creep into your mind. Write down the first GAWNUM ROOT
DIGIT after your first pick, reinsert the card, repeat the
shuffle, rethink the question, and begin to select another card at
total random. Then write that down. As with me tonight, I asked
why my horrible day happened today, and my first pick was a 3, and
my second pick was an ace or 1. The ROOT was 31, so the PCN was
312. You can take a million things that have meaning and
significance to you in your own personal life and create your own
match list book on all 81 of the roots, or all 81 Private
Cosmicoded Numbers, (PCN's). There are other things to learn such
as branchcodes, and more; but this will suffice for now, as an
updated reexplained 'HOW TO' for operating the GAWNUM in you
personal lives. Don't blame me if you die of shock, as you develop
skill in working this. You can eventually potentially reach
omniscience. But it is a skill, working the GAWNUM, and will not
be perfected overnight, not even by an Einstein. Even the great
master, Beethoven; practiced a lot, as did all great musical
masters, and music professionals know these truths. As I speak,
and it has been going on for some time, my ass wipe nabes are in
and out a lot with hall talking and doors, and it is close to one
in the morning. Living poor is fun, is it not my 99ers? I wouldn't
care, if it were not for the fact that I have been robbed over and
over, especially of much of my intellectual property over the past
35 years or more. People really are, just as Lex Loo Thor said,
on the great original Superman movie; “NO DAM GOOD”. There are
always those treasured few, praise the
Goddess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah world, when I see a man deliver
his baby, I'll believe the creator force is male in gender, and
not until; there is no logic to that nonsense. FEMALES are the
CREATORS, it is a biological self evident truth, and outright
fact. Speaking of this truth folks, there are complex truths about
the multiverse or hyperspace. The scientific community has a
billion theories, and they have never experimented with any of it
in the real world, in the ways that I have; yet they remain the
great EXPERTS, and I am the forever unknown ass hole who doesn't
have a clue what he is talking about. Fine. Cool. 'Whatever', old
pal, Bob Andrews, back in 1975. If we WHATEVER advance time up to
1983, some one or some thing, Captain Shatner Priceline, was
driving me beyond insane, and only the mighty AT&T Corporation
knows these truths, and the CIA and NSA, I would suspect as
well. Not even corporate giants can keep secrets as big as
goddess's numerous secret incarnations, from these federal giants,
that basically are sort of one and the same thing with the
fortune-whatever it really is, and for short, I simply call this,
the WOMO. It is why all of this happened. No one else ever used
that machine built by the IMM. It never caught on, yet I used it,
and it changed my entire life forever. It is why my mother and I
had many health related issues of paranormal and very strange
onslaughts of medical symptoms not recognizable to the accepted
time and its medical community, and on I could go for a week with
this topic. If I told the story in the way that Terry from Egg
Harbor would like it told, I would probably be in a building that
would be burned to the ground before the dawn comes later on.
Stranger things have happened, of course, as I do not seem to be
able to be effected by what mortals call DEATH. I seem to keep
waking up from what I thought was the end, only to find out it was
a dream. This has happened way too many times for me not to know
that this is being done by way of a future technology called,
LTDDT, Laser Trace Distance Delay Technology. In any event, Doctor
Carey; I hope you will not hate me too much for printing the words
that I do honestly believe, you are consciously, or maybe
unconsciously, preventing me from being able to display the entire
song in a public arena. There is no way around explaining that
machine, or those endlessly recurring 'dreams' of me and Egg
Harbor City, all throughout my life from the days I worked at the
RPL Studio, until a few years before I met the great TAWF, or
'THAT FAMILY', as I used to call them even back as far as the
great seventy year itself, from Ventnor, New Jersey, USAESMWG.
Well we could type on forever and not tell the story as it can
never all be properly told. But those in the know will read the
song lyrics, and they will know what they need to know. I had no
way of engineering all of this. Only the All Mighty Sarah-Stacey
Krassle Herself, could have done all of this. I know that she was
here on Tennessee Avenue as SARAH for about 15 years. Then she
popped out of existence, just as mysteriously as she popped into
it. Now, the rest of all of Morianity, is the attempt by me,
Mountainpen, to connect the greatest and most incredible dots in
all of human history, so may the heavens pity me if I am wrong?
COPYRIGHT
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2012, REWRITE FROM 1983 ALSO COPYRIGHTED UNDER
TITLE THEN, “GIRL, I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, NOW UNDER REWRITE
TITLE OF
“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.
Yes
people, this will be a very interesting next few years. Of course
this is merely print, and we are not so blessed with Doctor Carey
and her heavenly voice, to do the song here on this blog. But
then, that seems to be what things have been about now for a
while, maybe for nearly thirty years. Where are you when I need
you STEVE HAWKING and DOCTOR CARL SAGAN?????????? Unfortunately
for me, I need Doctor Carey for my glandular problem, not this
wild wonderful awesome artist she became through powerful HSE.
Well, let me post up, relax with a little fuckiGN TV, and eat my
small brunch and keep trying to kick some fucking weight off my
fat old fragile brittle bones, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
THE
MAGIC MYSTIOUS SCHOOL BY NIGHT, WITH ITS ONE MOON AND SOMETIMES
TWO MOONS. WHERE DOES IT GO BY NIGHT? WHERE IS THE STUFF IN OUR
REFRIGERATOR WHEN THE LIGHT GOES OFF. QUANTUM PHYCISISTS BELIEVE
IT GOES INTO A CONDITION OF QUANTUM-FLUX. IT IS THERE AND NOT
THERE, UNTIL MIND OBSERVES IT AND SEES IT AGAIN, WITH THE LIGHT
ON. HOW ABOUT IN OAKLYN, NEW JERSEY, WITH MY DESK LAMP THAT NEVER
WENT ON UNTIL IT FINALLY DID, OR DID IT? MIND CAN FORCE ITSELF TO
BELIEVE ILLUSIONS IF THAT IS THE ONLY WAY TO AVOID INSANITY BEYOND
ANYTHING YOU CAN IMAGINE. FEAR WHEN ALIVE IN A BODY HAS A LIMIT
BECAUSE THE HEART CAN TAKE ONLY SO MUCH FEAR RELATED STRESS AND
THEN BANG, IT IS ALL OVER. BUT WHEN THERE IS NO HEART AND NO WAY
TO ''DIE'', THEN FEAR CAN BE DIALED UP A MILLION TIMES WORSE THAN
ANYTHING YOU CAN IMAGINE IN WAKING WORLD EXISTENCE.
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This
blog will end for a while, unless my count starts to pick up on three
day averages. It has gone down over the last two months consistently.
Why tell big things to those unappreciative, as it is making me a dam
fool, and is like being back living with the family of doom with
Dawn-Marie King and mommy-Ann, and all the rest of them.
Yes
that wonderful movie that came out about a year into my fucking cunt
blogging career, you know, the shark tossing bed breaking neurotic
super-girl JENNY. Imagine being able to toss one of these guys
around? You rock Jenny, only we all know who this is really supposed
to be. The one and only Queen of Babylon, without any train hurl.
I
AM GETTING OUT OF DODGE, CAPTAIN CALLIO, AND SCREW-U!!!!!!!!
Folks,
I was brought up to be tenacious and fight and not give up. The old
school values I was taught, hold little value in these new times. I
fight to do things, and all I get for my fucking trouble each time is
pure fucking grief. I tried and tried with the forces of hell against
me, to do that song in 2012, “You'll Be Crossing Over”, and look
where it got me. Right into a land of 100% mother fucking BOTBAR,
1986 and 1997 all over again. In 1983 I tried and tried and tried to
get to the bottom of who was fucking messing with me on the phone
when this all started when my phone number in Atco, New Jersey was
(609) 768-3573. What did I get but inability to ever do so, and what
followed was death, agony, choking, and a life of hassles, and a
better word choice being; a living sub death infinite hell, right
endless night crappy cuzz Castle Krassle????????????????????????
Folks,
the old school is gone. It does not pay to try, it does not pay to be
good, and it certainly does not pay to think and live yesterday, as
these days are gone, or maybe Professor Kaku old buddy, they were
never even there to start with. If memories change in all directions
off center-line regular time, there is no decent point of reference
for any kind of true observation of anything, and all my words will
be gibberish no matter what. Who can know these things, other than
maybe for my 1975 moving crew????????? Watch out for that flashlight
moon and that stupid fake white circle Dick Wolf moon. What an insult
to Goddess Diana. She is the most beautiful moon in the dam galaxy
and you put up a fake white circle. What a sin.
No
sir world, being tenacious is not a new age politically fucking
correct thing to be any more. If it is done romantically, YOU ARE A
STALKER. If it is done to try and get what is rightfully yours, you
will ALWAYS END UP GETTING WORSE OFF FOR TRYING TO UNCOVER COVERT
SHIT CAUSING YOUR WOES! I could go on but if I have not made my pernt
here today Archie Bunker, I QUIT, and will not be tenacious about
it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Another
annoying mother fucking hack, Bob McDowell, FCC, is every time I try
and hold down the shift key and start to hit the ~ button so that by
making half a line of this symbol and then hitting enter, it gives
you a double line separater, and fuck you, I'll use that word, it
fits what I need to tell, and screw it if it is not a fucking word,
but when I start, it somehow acts as though I am not hitting the
shift key and one of these symbols comes out ` instead of the ~
symbol, and then it freezes. These mother fucking hackers that love
to play with people's word programs are so mother fucking sick in the
fucking cunt eating head and annoying, you see if I was king or owner
of the world, folks that torment and tease would all be stoned with
stones until they die, just like out of the fucking old Testament
Christian Bible, and I am not joking. The only way to stop evil and
evil fucking cunt peeps, is to stone them
dead!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am a major literal
advocate of Old Testament Biblical punishments for breaking the basic
laws that make life on Earth either great or hell, if kept or broken.
Think about it a second before you call me some austere evil fucking
monster from the cave days, YO!!!!!!!
I
will not ever change my ways, just because this world has gone
fucking nuts with all this stupid ass social media and all this
computerized fucking horse shit. None of this fucking shit is for me,
and nobody is going to make me fucking change or adapt, FUCK
YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bob McDowell, FCC, sir, the fucking FUCKIGN
HACK is real bad again, sir! Also the (`~HACK)
again, sir.
You
see folks, these cunt eating mother fucking NSA bastards and these
FORTUNE 500 drip shit morons have nothing better to do with their
lives than to sit around tearing wings off of bumble bees and
butterflies, and this should fucking make my dam ass daughter mad at
them, not fucking ass me, you see, this is what makes no sense. No
I'm not being cute. Am I the only one that heard what happened as a
result of these dam jet trails? And just to keep a huge secret
closeted, an entire career is ruined, and I am the mother fucking
prick? WOW, Stacey-Macy- Mackey, YO!!!!!
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Sarah
didn't want to sweep the sand, instead she wants to own the land. ©
1983, Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr
This
was one of the two purple highlighted music projects:
What
I was totally unaware of then, was that SHE ALREADY DID OWN THE LAND,
NOT HER FRIEND OPRAH WHO JUST THINKS SHE DOES!
What
purple highlighted music projects, you ask me? This one.
The
third 1983 project is highlighted in an off-brown color.
You
missed me Jane Shitweeds!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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