THE
GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
THE
RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, SECTION-Z
5:00
POST MERIDIAN
EARLY
SUNDAY EVENING
9
JUNE, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)
My
next door assholes starting banging doors and hollering in the
hallways, between two and four of the goddamn clock, on this
Sunday afternoon, but what else is new
around this diseased turd swallowing place for the sake of the Lord,
or said even more apropos, (SOSO-WEIN-SSDD)!!!!!!!!! Now as I
type this blog out, they are making noise on my walls, again
and as usual, yo yo yo yo, SHERIFF KENNETH
J. MASCARA!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is just so much horrible
fucking shit that I endure living here in this public housing
nightmare building from total DOGTOWN,
I know that I made a huge error in not moving from this monster ass
putrid place years ago!!!!!!!!! If it were not for Ann King Silva and
and her monster ass daughter DAWN-MARIE,
I wouldn't be in this horrible Florida fucking nightmare shituation.
Still, if it were not for the mother fucking MILLIONTH-COUNCIL
TELLOSIAN MIND CONTROL MONSTERS FROM HELL, I never would have
even had to cross paths with those lovely people from maggotville.
All of this shit from hell on steroids goes far beyond just the King
family, or Patty Hollister, or Jim Burr, or all of the wonderful
fucking BUTTERCHEESE BIG ASS BUTTS; simply never would have
happened to me to begin with. In fact, I never would have had to go
to Princeton's NJNPI, Haddonfield's
Cooley Hall HH Hallucinogenics, or met those marvelous
Exploratronic Supermind Society educators
from any of those wovwee places either, huh Mister Elmer Fwudd? So
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
Lightning
has been around me all afternoon, flashing lovely colors and designs
out my window. Her ribbon bolts have danced across the skies over
this part of Fort Pierce, Florida, and as I speak-type, she is still
around me. WO, Mister Harner, coffee-man!
Mike
McNulty had the old
alligator haters laugh back in 1971, at Exton, Pennsylvania's Church
Farm School, huh great and late disco queen Donna? Snort that
one out, Mizz Altoona and Ron all the answers Carlisle Wirtz Senior,
ADA of the mighty and quite illustrious Camden County, New Jersey,
Prosecutor's Office. Yessir Mike, the founder of the old Alligator
Haters Anonymous, abbreviated into AHA. Yes old pal from nearly 48
years ago now, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PRAISE
BE TO THE FUCKING ASTRAL
PLANE
GODS!!!!!!!!!
Many wild things are
in the wind all around me,
but things started to take a shape all their own on Sarah
Jacobson Cooley Hall HH Watergate Day,
shortly after I decided to redo an old 1983 song called, “Girl,
I'll
Tell
You
Anything”,
and make a few changes to it, very minor ones, Mister American
Express Goldsmith Mountainpen Miners, and yes again, “OH
WELL”. Whether
or naut, Mizz AT&T Blake from 1983, three wells really do make a
river, mahm; there was nothing at all in any possible way that was
average or one bit every day ordinary about Sir
HALLS NON HALLucinogenic FAWCES
and their desire to write that
wild 'GITYA'
song, through me, or
to quote the mighty knowitall James Tiberius Burr, to use me to get
it done. These powerful awesome mother fucking forces used me to do
this and many other powerful fucking things, and especially in the
world of music and musical projects, as well as giving me the power
house idea that someday in some near and very mysterious future,
unfathomable enemies would surround me and cause me to need to inform
to the world what they have done to me in some organized and
intentional way, and that I needed to find a great way to ensure that
my messages concerning this would survive time, Mizz
Dark Shadows Julia Hoffman,
and Mizz
Amybottles Denise Nickerson,
and so in order to make that a reality, I wound need to employ the
reasonable services of the United States Copyright Office. I would
say that I've had some real Obama-Whopper-Doozies
when it comes to HALLS
FAWCES
using me for wild and inconceivable items, both recently as well as
during the course of my entire mother fucking shit eating pathetic
life,
and you are correct here Mister Microsucks Spellchecker System, the
word lifeguards
would fit here quite well also, yo! No me' great world, I
don't forget things,
none of these things, and I never will, and YYYYYYYYYY you all ask
me? 'Simpelll', Mister Chuck Kim from 1978's Certainteed Fiberglass
Company of Berlin Junction, New Jersey, DPAESMWG. I have NAUT been
afforded the goddamn fucking luxury of doing that marvelous and
wonderful thing, YO me BROS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JAYJAY
EVANS SAID IT BEST IN THE MIDDLE SEVENTIES, YO, “WHAT
CAN I SAY”? MAYBE ZIGGY AND I COULD ADD IN HERE, “THAT'S
THE WAY IT GOES”, BUT THEN CBS,
WHO KNOWS; OTHER THAN YOU AND EVERYBODY
IN THE SWEEPS GAME OF ENTERTAINMENT PROGRAMMING, YO.
WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
SLAM-SLAM-SLAM,
APARTMENT LIFE SUCKS BIGGER DICKS THAN
EVEN MISTER CW'S!
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