SAGA OF
NON-MUSICAL SONGWRITER MARK MUD IN 1983, CHAPTER 8&9---A&B
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JANUARY
19, 2015,
MONDAY
EVENING AT 7:54,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 55 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 87%, FEELING 55 DEGREES.
TODAY'S
RANGE, (H-70/L-44). WEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
A
NICE WHITTLE COOL SNAP IS UPON US.
DID
SOMEBODY BACK IN 1971 SAY AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA?????????????? Well, I
can live with my past, and by the way, EW, I sleep OK for a sixty
year old fragile poor man. If you sleep as well or better, fine, it
just means that your conscience is dead! Oh, that by no means stands
for 'Eddie Winch', Sir Elmer Fwudd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WHAAAAAAAA.
I
am going to give another example from my prior blog's points, and
this doesn't mean it will end here, as I may decide to just keep
right on adding in stuff, hay, it's my dam blog.
I
do not believe that the folks in charge of deciding what numbers to
give out national highways, ever consciously had this in mind, and
thus, my point. Still, it is one hell of a way to remember how it
works, and it wouldn't shock me for a darn seck, to learn absolutely
someday, by a trusted source, that maybe or definitely, this is
exactly what was in 'the back of their minds'.
Now I did say the back, so I am not saying the entire EW are total up
front jack offs. They might just be the nicest freaking folks on the
planet. Who the hell is little old nobody piss drinking me, LIZ
GOTITMIXDUP, to make such a damn ass judgment call, for Christmas
sake????????
All
the highways that run for the most part in an east and west flow, are
an even number, you know, I-90 and all of the rest of them. All the
highways that run for the most part in a north and south flow, are an
odd number, you know, I-95 and all of the rest of them. Just Google
up the maps of the continental United States, never take my blogs at
their word, and always feel free to correct any of my errors. Now
before you get into a huff about what my point is in all of this,
I'll just quickly tell you right now, and be done with it. The easy
way to remember stuff in our conscious minds that need no triggers
for pulling it up when we need it, is known my all memory and mind
experts, and is called, association. If I am wrong, please tell me
so, and back it up! Now how many letters are in the directions of
both 'east' and 'west', and then how many letters are in the
directions of both north and south? OK, the east/west is 4, while the
north/south is 5. Finally, to associate it in our minds, four verses
five, which number is odd and which is even? Now this could explain
many things all around me, and 99.9999999% of anyone randomly
stumbling onto this blog, is going to be 99.9999999% clueless to what
I mean. Still, the 4-EVEN is the number of letters in both east and
west, and the 5-ODD is the number of letters in both north and south.
You could of course insist and not be wrong at all, that there is
only a 50/50 chance if done randomly, for this to work, I mean
really, it either is going to be one or the other. OK, but then the
real test is how many things could I go onto tell you from here, also
make the odds get bigger and bigger and bigger on things that I
believe to be true, against the beliefs in my overall general shared
society and times that I live in, you know, if I can show another and
another and another, then the odds go from 2:1 to 4:1 to 8:1, and in
a very short time, they reach into millions and higher to one. It
only takes '16 doubling's' you know, to make the odds go from 50/50
to up over a million to one. Go ahead, do it on a piece of paper, of
you egg heads can do it on your computers.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maybe
some of the smarter folks are starting to realize just why my cousin
Donnie boy and his billionaire friends and many others in that league
really do hate me. I really so know a lot of secret fucking shit, and
I hate to brag, but how do you tell the truth without it?
Endless
dismal skies over Viqueens
Island, huh Sarah
Krassle? No leprechauns to alter the day to night and
various weather changing scenery. It will stay like that, not like
the Jupiter-Inlet Cam, but always the same, just watching you, CUZZ!
I am always watching you, buddy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! After all
you did to my poor fucking mother and me, you're lucky to be
breathing, YO.
BOB
MCDOWELL, FCC, SIR AND PAL? SOMEHOW, THEY
MAKE PAGE 10 OF 10 TRICK ME
AND IT IS SOMEHOW NOT REALLY PAGE 10. IT CANNOT BE, AS WHEN I USE
MOTHER FUCKING FILLER LINES TO TAKE UP PAGE SPACE TO AVOID PAGE
FUCKING CUNT EATING ELEVEN; IT STILL IS PAGE ELEVEN A PAGE LATER, AND
I GET CUNT EATING FUCKING ASS CREWED EVERY SINGLE TIME,
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHERE
IS JOHNNY FUCKER FASTER
NOW
OLD FRIEND;
WHEN WE BOTH COULD REALLY USE THE POOR DUMB 1972
BASTARD?????????????????????????????
If anyone out here cared one smidgen about what happens to me, as they do not of course, this would have been globally fucking cunt exposed by now, with all my proof and all my shit I've fucking cock sucking told to this evil rotten fucking ass world, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let
me post up my normal paste in jobs, and then to quote Mister Maverick
Rockford, in the early seventies, or middle somewhere, on his great
cool files show; “We
can always get back to this”,
and believe me folks, WE WILL, with no help from NASA-CULT, or curly
supergirls, and other movie related things from these Rockford times
or just after a bit, huh GAP Naval Officer Daddy Spaceplatforms of
early 1974? Where
has 40 years all gone, lovely Mareeeey Traaaavis?
Long time ago, huh, boy you bet it was. Only to me, it was dam ass
yesterday. My
father and his dam Aunt Jeanie projects.
There
is sleepwalking and sleep-talking, and then there are the real
people, those behind why the entire multiverse is all here, and this
would be the GAP-ESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The feminine gender are the dreamers, the ones who have more feeling,
the ones who invented sleeping and dreaming, a long time after
upright 'man' began to prowl around this ol' world. I was there, and
I know. This fence-talker knows stuff, oh great CROUCH FAMILY. Do you
really think I would freaking lie to the whole dam world about
something that huge and potentially life altering on a global social
scale??????????????? Give me a break in 1985, willya' Margie Leo?
Callio's doors? Symbolism?
Oh CALL TEN baby bell break ups of 1983.
How
much coincidence wil they all tolerate, Mister Yogi
1980/2008?????????????
Oh
but when 'they'
want something from me, they link right in, right Papa Harner
Hillpines????????
EVERY
SINGLE DAY JUST ABOUT IN 2013 AND 2014 WAS NASTY ASS SUPER BOTBAR,
AN EXPERIENCE I HAVE FINALLY BECOME USED TO BEING IN; JUST
LIKE AFTER AUGUST 15, 1986,
WHEN IT WAS BASICALLY 99 PERCENT AS IT IS AGAIN THIS YEAR. IT AGAIN
DID THIS IN 1997.
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
Yes
King David, Talk
about wanting to freaking wash your hands!
Holy
mother of fucking goddess, I assure you, my pants are not on fire;
but
I am quite well done and broiled!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IT
IS WHAT IT IS; JUST AS DAWN-MARIE KING SO OFTEN SAID TO ME, BACK IN
THE GAP YEARS OF LOVELY 2008 AND 2009. Then on New Years Day in 2011,
she escapes this veil of tears. Here I am , left holding the bag, as
usual. And the doctors worry about a little blood in a stool. Where
were your fucking medical test results for thirty mother fucking
years?
'42,000'
is a magic number.
'42,000'
is a magic number.
'42,000'
is a magic number.
'42,000'
is a magic number.
'42,000'
is a magic number.
'42,000'
is a magic number.
'42,000'
is a magic number.
'42,000'
is a magic number.
'42,000'
is a magic number.
'42,000'
is a magic number.
'42,000'
is a magic number.
'42,000'
is a magic number.
But
so is 3, 4, 7, 10, 12, 17, 29, 40, 70, 1000, and 144000. Well,
according to my TEEN-QUEEN-SSJKK on the other side of that fence in
EDEN that really cool day. I am not speaking of temperature, but mine
would have gone up about thirty degrees if she had let me cross over
and not
have
to stay on that other side with the OTHER FIRST FAMILY. Oh
JEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE, surfer Fonty.
***OH***SHIT***,
CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!
***OH***SHIT***,
CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!
***OH***SHIT***,
CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!
***OH***SHIT***,
CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!
***OH***SHIT***,
CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!
***OH***SHIT***,
CALLI-KALI-CALL TEN CALLIO!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
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