Hey
Jayjay Evans,
what
can I say?
Life totally sucks bigger pricks than KW's. That is about all that I
can say. Whoooaaaaa, I hate this horrible bullshit more than I can
say, all oldie but goodie tunes notwithstanding, yo!!!
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THE
GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
THE
RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, SECTION-CC
1:30
POST MERIDIAN
SATURDAY AFTERNOON,
15 JUNE, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)
Global Audience By Shade Ratio Popularity
Patterns
cannot be ignored. Recently, as soon as one of these mother
fucking asshole annoying nabes, either in unit 605 or unit 707,
begins making loud and intentionally harassing noise against me, so
does the other one. Just past noon, my upstairs mother fucking pricks
in 707 started throwing furniture all around again, Sheriff sir. Then
a few minutes later, that fat slob ILLEGAL
GUEST of the lady in 605 began slamming the door incredibly
fucking hard. I knew I would be eating dogshit before this happened,
because ninety minutes earlier, give or take, the MILITUFORCE
shot me with a MAJOR FUCKING DEATH BEAM
ASSAULT, totally fucking up my goddamn heart rhythm,
AGAIN!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE,
what a totally mother fucking screwed up world we live in. I know you
agree with me, Sir 99-Bombs-PRINCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh what to do with
it all, Mister Mike McNulty, kind sir from autumn of 1971; YO
BRRRRRR! Hey PH, YARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!! Me' buckin' ears are
under me buckin' hat, Mister DLS of the mighty and quite illustrious
COOLEY
FOOLEY HH HALLucinogenic
HALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here comes another mother fucking DEATH
ANGEL
ATTACK
ON MY RIGHT SIDE, AT 4 MINUTES SHY OF FUCKING CUNT TWO OF THE
DAMN ASS CLOCK, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LINKS
TO MY ORIGINAL 2006 BLOGS:
If
you make up any system
at all, let's say to
play against the game of 'ROULETTE'
for example, and play
it
during really
bad times of this DEATH SIEGE;
this is when they
will dependably crash and burn
on you. However,
the actual random selection of roulette numbers
on the six outside bets, being RED-BLACK-ODD-EVEN-LOW-HIGH,
followed by a spin of a wheel, is for the most part unaffected,
and if a player has been in a certain percentage over a recent time
period and play period outcome amounts, that
percentage DOES
NOT ALTER.
Quantum
Dynamics is a misunderstood discipline, even by most advanced
mathematicians.
Before
I go on with this,
it is now 2:08, Melanie Psychic,
and
I am getting a super mother fucking major right side DEATH ANGEL
ATTACK AGAIN, SHERIFF, YO!!!!
The topic is Quantum reality, so allow me to get back now on pernt,
Archibald Queens Bunker 'sivo-play', Mizz
Antoinette Rabil of 1972 Cooley Hall.
The scientific community agrees to never make things personal, or
said better still, to never ever experiment on yourself, or make any
research personal. Until that myth is debunked, quantum reality will
go on being an extremely misunderstood truth on this mother fucking
EARTH-PLANET,
me' BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Morianity has talked about the whole
nasty mess of the ASTRAL-PLANE, the gods, their games, the reasons
for them, why we are all here on the Earth, what are ultimate
destinies are, the forces and government system of this spiritual
plane of existence known by only a handful of folks here and now as
the MILLIONTH COUNCIL, the evil BRIGGBASE, and all of the rest of the
endless PURGATORY that we all truly exist in. It is so horrible that
it becomes obvious to the mnost retarded mother fucking soul real
goddamn quickly, that THIS IS WHY this MILITUFORCE is covering all of
it up, and that includes the Ancient Astronaut Theorists' UFO world,
which is nothing more than Astral Plane coins and coils that can tape
shapes and even human forms, naturally emit brilliant light because
they're so mother fucking stock full of energy, and all the rest of
it. I have talked about the MIND
CONTROL,
the EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND
SOCIETY,
transdimensional hyperspace, and on and on and on and on, yada yada
yada, and blee blah blum, and yes, SWIS-GOOGLE,
and all other coming true predictions, ranging from good old Mister
P-45, to you name it, yo!!!! If people choose to all play the same
game that world governing powers all do (the Milituforce), then there
isn't a mother fucking blasted thing that I can do about it. One
thing I will remind the world of is the visit from the POPE, while I
was living with Ann and Dawn King at Judge Raso's magical house of
windy doors and elusive daughters! The fucking Vatican knows only too
well that Mountainpen,
Morianity, and all of the UFO shit also,
is all real and true. Still, nobody really understands the great
enormous Purgatory and the countless entities that exist in this
timeless truth (reality). Super electrons are quite magical, as are
regular ones and antimatter world ones for that matter. Anyone who
doubts that information can be sent backward through time using
positronic mental manipulation coupled by powerfully dangerous
heightened human emotions, is
a FOOL,
and I will be punished for saying that, by the Millionth-Council,
so says the LORD
JESUS CHRIST.
I am not supposed to call my human brothers, fools.
It is right there in
the Bible
for anyone to read, and warns
of dangers and judgments
passed to me, from this
great MC,
and their powerful manipulative tools such as MC (Mind-Control),
and of course, many many many many more as well, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW
do those 34 digits keep mathematics anything BUTTERCHEESE
BUTTTTTTTTTT IMPERSONAL, MISTER SMITH, YO YO YO YO!
If
this was a real world; some fuckiGN attorney, or somebody, would
contact me; verify all my mother fucking shit, and then split the
lawsuits that I legally deserve to pursue, on a 50/50
contingency!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is how I know that I died and went
to fuckiGN HELL, a very long fuckiGN cunt ass time ago; you rotten
old stinky world!!!!!!!!!!!! They laugh and mock me now, but they
won't in the future after I am gone. Of course, it will be too late,
with all of your gold fate, Mister Ernie Merker of RPL Sound Studios.
Shorty MacInvondi hated me, well, another me in another parallel
world. He
got me to use my RS1500US
to bring him here, and then my own flesh and blood, wanted that
machine, and managed to get it. Now if this was just Josie
Littlewall, from up the road, and working for Butler and Mayor
Insurance Company, for a meager salary of $29,000 annually; that
would be one thing. You all know who my damn fucking daughter is, no
matter what Google, and Planet Earth think. Now why would she want
the dog that Dawn had, and my tape recorder; if there is nothing to
all of this; CUZZ?!!!!!!!!
Some
summer of love, Mister P. Robertson Bitethroat,
of Hurricane Talkers. Well, I am guilty of being a Himacane talker,
so don't let me open up my big ass fucking fat worthless loser trap!
JEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE, PLEASE!!!
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Monday
and Thursday of this week have been VERY BAD, while
Tuesday and Wednesday
backed off of me a little bit; Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, sir, of
Saint Lucie County, here in Florida, USA, ES-MWG.
I
will give today's fucking shit and work my way backward to going to
sleep Sunday night into Monday. I already knew shit would be bad on
Monday after getting a fire alarm around quarter past two in the
mother fucking morning, but we'll come back to this fucking bullshit.
Today at six this cunt eating dam ass morning, my dirt bag ILLEGALS
across from me, AKA JAMES & HIS ROACH-CREW
or the 'JRC', slammed in and out. Even with the new
hurricane-doors can be slammed, but they are supposed to close by
themselves, and eventually; this can damage the property. This is the
one thing that can indeed lead to an eviction
at Public Housing.
However, if you are in tight with those who own it, as are these
mother fucking dirt hole roach lifers; even that won't get
them out. They would have to do something illegal and very big to me,
that I catch them red handed at, such as property damage; and then go
to the police, and file criminal charges. Before I would win
in the end, I'd be found shanked underneath a
bridge, decaying into maggots and centipede worms, with Geico
Insurance salesmen, eating away as well, as this Florida fucking
shithole is literally over run with these miserable stinking fucking
worthless lizards. A blow torch should
be taken to all of them, in my rotten fucking opinion. But none of
that helps me, after these pricks murder me. After-all, I am sure
there is a connection here with Shorty MacInvondi, who you all know
under another 'Paula-King-somnambulism'
type of identity. Yes, for several days they have been back and more
active, and for several days, no matter how hard I try to get rid of
roaches with Combat Motel's and expensive poison tablets, WHEN THESE
PRICKS ARE HERE, SO ARE THE MOTHER FUCKING ROACHES, YO!!! The one
thing that is a bigger truer constant than even the fucking cunt
speed of light itself, is the ever present curse and forces that are
against the poor Mountainpen. This never goes away, and it has been
on me like pigs on fucking shit since I was born. It is very current
as well, and I am not living in the past nor am I stuck in some weird
fucking cunt eating time loop. Today is the same as yesterday, last
year, last decade, last century, all the way back to when I was just
a little mother fucking lad. For the past week, I have not felt too
good. I am doubling my vitamin dosage this week, until I hopefully
spring back a little bit. Yesterday I paid my rent, and mailed my
bill into Comcast for my TV service. I also picked up some
medications at my local town pharmacy, and bought some Ivory bar
soap, as well as a large liquid antibacterial soap refill bottle. I
filled all my tires with air, for a dollar of quarters, at the place
I buy gasoline at, most of the time. It is the first time I ever saw
the regular type of gas that I buy underneath two dollars since I
arrived here in Florida. It was a tenth of a penny under, or as the
pump says 1.99, but
people do not realize they are being played, every time they
shop, with intentional deceptive advertising techniques. It really is
1.999, or in other words, say you are paying 1.95, it really is 1.95
and nine tenths of a cent; so always round it up a penny, whatever
you see. If it says 2.05, it is 2.06, and if it says it is 1.92, it
is 1.93. It is no different at a K-Mart and a Walmart or anywhere we
shop. Nothing is ever 15 dollars. It is either 14.95, or 14.99 for
the very most part, and your mind just sees
that it is only 14 dollars, when it is
15, except for a lousy rotten penny or nickel. Oh well, shy
sit here complaining when at least it is 1.999 and not 5.999. I am
starting to understand how that girl from egg Harbor Township, up in
Jersey, who is the spitting image of the great Beyonce Knowles, tells
me, “Mark for crissake, say something positive once a century,
willya”? By golly she's dam right!
The
attack Monday was on my phone. Somehow they seemed to just know, the
way we all get those 'knowings', that I wanted to talk about an
important issue with my health insurance people, Welcare. The phone
would not allow me to dial through. After I would key in the number,
it was just dead space, nothing. Even the great AT&T, my phone
carrier service, said something is wrong, but unlike the great olden
times before social garbage media and internet, they would
automatically place a repair work order on the number, and they don't
do that any more. And these are better days, people. Right, sure they
are. We all have to look over our shoulder now while outside, so we
don't become the newest news-statistic. WOW, what is wrong with you,
America? Then all sorts of shit happened on the phone, crazy space
sounds when I tried to call another number, and I could go on and on,
but it's typical, or as some may say on great Hollywood movies, such
as one that springs to my mind, “The 7th Sign”, “It's
typical bullshit”. Well, you all know I already knew, just as I
said. We indeed did move into this 15-YEAR and WEEEEEEEEEEEEE, now
what? I doubt too many want to know what I have seen in very
localized hyperspace. Some things may appear to improve in some
pretty nice ways. But always remember the
greatest wisdom of the entire bible, next
to accepting that Christ died for our sins! That is that we
need to be aware as well as extremely wary, of wolves that are
wearing sheep's clothing. This takes me to something that Lightning
told me back late into the nineties, over and over, and I may have
shared this info on earlier blogs, and I may not, as my great memory
ain't always 100% accurate, thank the gods. She said that something
beyond fucking huge would happen to me shortly, that I couldn't
possibly guess it if I had a zillion years to try, and that as huge
as it is, it won't make my life better for its occurrence. This is a
paraphrase, and lightning doesn't curse and swear like I do. But,
WOW, she was right, huh? Well, so was Jim Burr, if you insist on
getting hyper fucking technical about it all. I can hear him decades
after last seeing him, “Mark, it's got something to do with your
family”!!!!!!!!!!!
I
went over to my local Publix Grocery Store this morning for a few
items, and then came home, and shortly thereafter, shit all began,
but while outside, a huge and very thick chemtrail was in the sky,
and I know that this poisoned
me and caused my mother fucking heart to do a CHINA-STAR,
oh wonderful fucking Mister Michael Crichton, and wonderful Walt
Disney, and wonderful Divided Parties of America formerly known as
USA, © Office of the late nineteen-eighties. WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
Wonderful
Oprah
Winfrey
times 15,
or
(WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW)!!!!!!!!
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TRANSMISSION.
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