THIS
HAS BEEN A DAY OF LOTS OF GROUND SIEGE, ATTORNEY GENERAL, PAM BONDI,
MA'AM!
If
I had been out or even looked out, who knows what would have been up
in the sky, but I was awakened shortly before Wall Garbage Street's
opening bell, at just past nine this morning, to major fire alarm
testing, and no notices were at my door, as I opened my door and
carefully checked to see, and there was a big nada-zilch-zip bag of
early nineties Wonder Bread, and nothing else! But then I am not
Gomez Adams, noon ativan pronounced weirdly through STM, or a million
other Atlantic City related nightmarish things that we'll be getting
into as this goes along, IPYT!
SAGA
OF NON-MUSICAL SONGWRITER MARK MUD IN 1983, 32 YEARS LATER
CHAPTER
TWELVE
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Perfect Day
Pensacola Beach,
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WHERE
ART THOU MY BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING? WHERE ART THOU MY BEAUTIFUL
LIGHTNING? WHERE ART THOU MY BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING? WHERE ART THOU MY
BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING? WHERE ART THOU MY BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING? WHERE ART
THOU MY BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING? WHERE ART THOU MY BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING?
WHERE ART THOU MY BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING? WHERE ART THOU MY BEAUTIFUL
LIGHTNING? WHERE ART THOU MY BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING? WHERE ART THOU MY
BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING? WHERE ART THOU MY BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING???
81
realities make up all the truth comprised inside of five dimensions
of time and hyperspace. IPYT people. These are called by KITTY-GAGA,
from distant hyperspace locations, “Private-Cosmicoded-Numbers, or
PCN's for short. For a few, they don't know about this, but many on
my blogs do indeed know exactly what this is all about. I will be
re-telling and adding major fucking shit, so please don't worry about
that, wonderful folks, thank you!!!!!!!!!!!
Four extremely
powerful ones out of the 81 total of them, are PCN-550, PCN-871,
PCN-231, and PRIVATE
COSMICODED NUMBER-660. However,
this is just tapping ever so gently onto a mile thick frozen pond,
without any Sleazy weeds or disease or bad one numbers to sweat over,
huh lovely Lynn Heitzmann from 1972???????????????????? Tell Jerry I
kept my promise to him if you ever can, Marie. He'll know what you're
talking about to this day, as long as you relay this message to him,
from me, Mark Wayne Mohr, from the other Non-Harrah non Atlantic
City, non parallel universe, SOKE-WARD. Break that one down, oh
''GAP'' Mister Ciancio, and Mister Blackboards Smith!!!!!! W-O-W,
here comes another mother fucking FIRE ALARM GOING OFF IN THIS
WONDERFUL GAP P.H. BUILDING, AT 601 AVENUE B IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
PAM, MA'AM, MIZZ FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL. But the persecution was
all day today. First this fire alarm testing, then loud neighbor
noise and a party this afternoon in one of my neighboring garbage
units, and lots of little nit shit. I
know that the
''GAP-TAWF''
is doing all of this to me,
Mizz Bondi, just in case you remotely could care less!!!!!!!!! Tell
Mister Ciancio for me please, “What
good would it have done me if I had furthered my education, as it all
has been set up against me a million fucking years before humans ever
existed on this planet”?
I
know all my big lovely DEE-DEE hawks and ravens can hear me. They
love swooping around my window here, a lot. I would feed you if the
law allowed me to, my big gorgeous birds, you all know that. SSJKK
tells them all the things that I ask her to tell them, kind people.
TWEET-TWEET-TWEET,
“The alarm was just deactivated by good old ENGINE-15, at 5:57 PM”.
I
AM GETTING VERY SICK AND TIRED OF THIS ICPE-APE FUCKING SHIT BEING
DONE TO ME BY THIS VICIOUS ARMY FROM MOTHER FUCKING HELL, JUST TO
KEEP A MAJOR BULLISH STOCKMARKET ENDLESSLY MOTHER FUCKING ROARING AND
RAGING, PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PHOTOS USED ON THIS
BLOG CHAPTER ARE FROM THE PHOTOS SECTION ON THE WEATHER BUG, AND
ARE ALL THE ©
Property of Earth Networks.
SHARED
BY MOUNTAINPEN on the BOM.
Please
colorize me, Jimmy NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE, Stuart.
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OH
THANK YOU, I AM SO HAPPY NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hay
this may not be early July of 1969 on Tennessee Avenue, but being
darker verses having color, now this is beginning to get ''vely vely
intelesting'', is it not, Bob McDowell? Speaking of my old pal who
became Chairman Director of the Federal Communications Commission,
when he went from boy to man, Mister Daniel Mackey; ouch my ears you
endlessly crashing 'cymbals', but I also was attacked before I began
this blog around five this evening give or take some few minutes, by
a huge computer hack attack, from the early eighties, Lattisaw
Jack!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
missed me, Jane Shit Notfondauonebit!!!!!!!!!
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I
love you LIGHTNING. Don't ever leave me my beautiful blond!
PWEEEEEEEEEEZE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LIGHTNING
LOCATION: YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU DIANA ARTEEMIS; MY
BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I
will take you to a lovely waterfall later on, and we will be together
forever, or until my waking body here calls me back to this part of
hyperspace, oh baby blond love doll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JANUARY
21, 2015,
WEDNESDAY
NIGHT AT 6:29,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 68 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 78%, FEELING LIKE 67.
RANGE
SO FAR (H-77/L-52).
WINDS
ARE NE AT 3, GUSTING TO 9.
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You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits?
An
angry mother.
Also,
at the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly
sure of is that you cannot be sure of anything. Sorry for my bad
attitude, beautiful Twinbay, JEEEEEEEEEEZ!
THE
JUPITER INLET CAM OF THE GAP WEATHER BUG, YO!
Folks,
I have learned a thing or two trillion, since August of 1986; but in
all that I have come to know; I still am powerless to reverse what
this all was, that I did back there, when Jimmy Carter said to me on
the boardwalk of Atlantic City, after I hollered over to him with
such fervor and certainty, “I'm dead Mister President”. Back
'where' some ask me? A parallel universe. What do I mean? Am I some
hyperspace traveler with some fancy machine hidden away under
somebody's secret cellar? NOPE-NOPE-NOPE-NOPE, Mister Jimmy Wonderful
Life Stuart, big fish all not withstanding. This is not some big
fish, or some big fish tale, good folks. We ALL ARE TRAVELERS, we
sleep and we dream, and we dream in other parallel realities, and you
all know this without me telling it to you and reminding you of this
in your consciousness. You know it, and you know you don't need me to
say a dam word. You may refuse to believe what's going on, but a
thousands years ago, the church that was casting out demonic
activities from screamers and cutters did not yet understand truths
about Doctor Sigmund Freud or mental illness study yet, either. Call
me a liar, a deluded asshole, or whatever, or believe me, but in any
case, I totally promise you that I have experienced stuff in my own
personal life, more than sufficient to make the claim here, that
without one bit of trepidation or equivocation; ''I
know''!
''I
know''!
''I
know''!
''I
know''!
''I
know''!
''I
know''!
''I
know''!
''I
know''!
''I
know''!
''I
know''!
''I
know''!
''I
know''!
''I
know''!
And
on top of that, I have my wonderful daughter at age two saying this
to me over a telephone, when she was 16 years older than the voice
she spoke with, and 100+ miles away, and these things just cannot
happen, President Trump, not unless the ESS is very very very Ingrid
Reale or just plain REAM, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT,
DAD and DAWN-MARIE KING, IS IT Cousin
McGuire, or Cousin Callio?
Make up your dam mind; oh great and powerful Mister McGettigan, and
wonderful awesome Burger King Disbeliever, Ann King. I
told you
I was gonna' run away, why wouldn't you mother fucking listen and
believe me, sweetie??????
I also told dam
ass lovely sweet GIANT-GINA some things, that all came to pass,
YO!!!!!!!!!
GINA-GINA-GINA-GINA-GINA!!!!!!!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
GINA-GINA-GINA-GINA-GINA!!!!!!!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
I
KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTNG HAMMERED
BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE OVER THE FUCKING
CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE
ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP SINCE AUGUST 15,
1986, SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER
FUCKING TIME AND HELLISH PERSECUTION!!!!
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
Like
Boo.
Where
art thou?
Please
make this all stop; ALL HOT HOSE L&O-TV BUCKET PEOPLE EVERYWHERE,
Mizz Bondi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you so very much.
ONLY
THE OPENING TITLE ANNOUNCEMENT IS REAL.
All the rest is the fake steak, from the
world of GAP technology; and of course, all of the great synthesized
nineteen-eighties techno-pop. Not just my shit, WEEEEEEEEE!!!!
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Are all great
lighthouses, and structures of similar design, however; dedicated to
all great throat specialists???? This perhaps was the greatest
question that Mister Shakespeare ever pondered on, nearly a half
millennia ago, next to the one about, ''to be or not to be''. Is a
'WOW' good here; or can I talk
gorgeous Flo of Progressive Insurance Company, into some sprinkles
and jimmy's, on my ice cream cone?
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 days. Or maybe,
it will
be a very interesting next few millennia, great folks!
YOU'RE
HOPEFULLY ENJOYING,
AFTER
MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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