ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, SECTION-JJ
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MERIDIAN
THURSDAY
EVENING
27
JUNE, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)
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THIS
WAS A FUCKING MAJOR SSSSSSUPER BOTBAR HORRIBLE DAY FOR ME , SHERIFF
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have had video cut outs and telephone
and creditor harassment's, back in the morning and early into
the afternoon, and very early in the morning, I
awoke to a broken power brick outlet that was chirping for
absolutely no apparent reason whatsoever. The cunt eating dirt bag
triad nabe assault came from above me today
in the afternoon with major furniture
moving around shit again, and
the list of smaller annoyances is too mother fucking lengthy to even
start to list on this whittle fucking bwog, Mister Elmer Goddamn
Fwudddddd, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo. As I speak, some
jerk off just slammed a door out in my hallway at 21
minutes past eleven. This is a total major
fucking BOTBAR DAY, sir SHERIFF
KENNETH
J.
MASCARA, ME' KIND
WONDERFUL AND AWESOME SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!
Also an hour or so ago shortly after ten, a major
OUTSIDE NOISE ENGINE REV ASSAULT WAS PERPETRATED AGAINST ME.
THIS IS A MONSTER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE DAY TODAY, AND I WONDER WHY?
COULD IT BE THE DEMOCRATIC DEBATES AND PARALLEL EVENT, AS TRUMP AND
HIS FILTHY CRIMINAL DIRTBAG HENCHMEN FROM DOGTOWNITDOGTOWN-HELL ARE
FEELING THREATENED BY ALL OF THE ACCUSATIONS MADE AND HURLED HIS WAY
ON THESE DEBATES, ME' GREAT SIR?
More
utility siege and when else Sheriff sir, but on the electrical number
of the month, good old reliable and trustworthy number 27,
“little boy”. That's her number,
or so she told me in that wild dream at the Golden Nugget Casino is
1984, like freaking darn butt wiping gee and WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
SOMEBODY
IS GOING TO END UP BEING REALLY MOTHER FUCKING SORRY WHEN MY MAGGIE
EVENTUALLY KICKS IN AND PUNISHES PEEPS FOR THIS MAJOR ASSAULT AND
ELDER ABUSE ON A PATHETIC VICTIM!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print).
You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating,
and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out ALL
UTILITY HARASSERS that are viciously
persecuting me,
on this POWERFUL JUNE 27, 2019
death siege,
as well as all NOISE
PERSECUTORS
AND FORT PIERCE NABE ENEMIES, INSIDE AND OUTSIDE OF MY PHA BUILDING.
You will be using your
MAXIMUM
POWER on a
crush-destruct order, under
GENERAL-ORDER-189.
Open-Command, General
Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133,
G-14, G-719, G-13, CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under
CG-18, and HOLD!!!!!!!!
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted long-EEEEE vowel
sounds. The high-tone is colored RED.
The low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use
your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this
sympathetic reality duplication, use your AD
technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional), (AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
'MAGNESONIC', on an 'I'
to 'D', A/B—TONE, PHASING
PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM; you will now be transmitted the
two empowerization-transmit tones,
or ETT'S.
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
To
access texts from 2006-2011, use links:
Sheriff
Kenneth J. Mascara, kind sir; I HAVE FALLEN UNDER A BEYOND
INCONCEIVABLE MAJOR FULL BLOWN THERMONUCLEAR ATTACK FROM THIS
DISEASED WICKED EVIL CORRUPT ROTTEN MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHEN
MAGGIE PUNISHES SOON, IT WILL BE OFF THE SCALE MAJOR, SO BE WARNED,
KIND FUCKING DIRT BAG WORLD, YO YO YO! I do not know how far away my
troubles are going to be soon, Mister Marcucci, but I do know that
this ain't fucking cunt Pottersville. This is still goddessdamn
fucking Bedford cunt chewing Falls, New York, or as the unhappy women
might say, “No asshole Mountainpen, it is Bedford
Hills”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please stop staring at me through those
wild round eyeglasses, Count Cuukie, or give me 'great wisdom'
concerning any unborn dauts from magical fucking school
hallways!!!!!!!!!! TANKS YO!!!!!!!!!
Oh
yes Mister commenter, tell all of your great wonderful 'Cali' pals
all about me and make a lot of money, BUTTERCHEESE
and BIG-ASS-BUTT YO, you'll never get to the bottom of the
powerful Tellosian EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND
SOCIETY or its fantastic
EDUCATIONAL
DEPARTMENT, let
alone any mother fucking PERMISSION-BARRIERS from 1994, time trips
from 1996 only lied about and said from 1997, wide angle school bus
turns, hypnotizing mighty Viqueen Julie White's, car hubcap smashing
Nickelodeons with or without additional nickels being placed into
them, or additional weirdo 'O''s from mighty symbolic DARK SHADOWS
and great awesome train-dreams from the inconceivable fifth
dimensional hyperspace, YO YO YO YO YO YO. And we all know that I
could have typed out a ton of additional other shitUATION shit, huh
folks? Oh yes, lovely sir Microsoft Spellchecker, maybe you're even
smarter than Patty HH and her tennis lover, oh well, at least he
doesn't fucking play volleyball, huh Sheriff. See you at the
ballpark, in this, or in some parallel world, oh great sir
KJM!!!!!!!!!!! WOW could I use your help after this horrendous
fucking day from DOGTOWN, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will come back on me'
next trustworthy whittle Fwudd bwog and give you the four random win
row outcomes, you know, as in 4-5-5-3, or 2-6-3-4, and so forth.
WEEEEEEEEEEE, and Wonderful Oprah Winfrey (WOW)!!!!!!!!!! My mom
works too late, but thanks for the offer to watch your great
television show, my kid loves you, but then, you already freaking
know that, as you know her a whole fucking lot better than I do, big
O, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
From
Cooley HHH to Patty HH, mommy dearest. You and your wonderful office
fiends (friends) from the world of all great candy crushes, or just
plain old ordinary teenaged crushes. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT! Tell me
this entire thing can be rationally explained WITHOUT
USING THE PERMISSION BARRIER; OH GREAT AND MIGHTY CAMDEN
COUNTY PROSECUTOR ADA MISTER RON
WIRTZ SENIOR, YO!!!!!! Ga'hed and tell me that one, YO YO
YO YO YO YO! Only the fact that colonies will
someday be blasted out into deep space using field travel
construction and transport, and then a powerful Galanet,
along with powerful scanner/projection AVM recording systems
to bring reality all around from anywhere in the photon-time truth of
shit, CAN HOPE TO ECPLAIN WHAT HAS BEEN DONE TO ME IN MY NEARLY 65
YEARS OF LIFE AS MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR! Remember
Sheriff sir, and other great blogAUDIANS out here, I wrote that
powerhouse fucking book in the year 1994, an entire mother fucking
quarter century ago, yo yo yo yo yo yo, so don't be so quick to
dismiss any of my claims, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
DEMAND A GAME OVER,
YOU GODDAMN PLAYFIELD
SHAKESPEARIAN GODS!!!!!!!
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Audience |
Now
as told a short while ago, my going with my mom for the first time,
to Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA, in 1965, and
to the then called 'Trinidad Hotel', now called the Real 8 Hotel
chain, caused me to end up nearly dying and being murdered on several
occasions, at a place called the NJNPI, or the New Jersey Neural
Psychiatric Institute, located just out of the
main part of Princeton, New Jersey, and at a part of this insane
asylum property called, the 'K-COTTAGE'. Anyone who wants to
start with me about the 'K' not
symbolically representing KRASSLE, I
won't waste my time or raise my blood pressure, even trying to argue
back with you, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To
send an innocent ten year and nine month old child to a place like
this when he was not a criminal nor did he do anything to warrant
such monstrous shit, is no different than allowing me to be robbed,
beaten, raped, and all manner of mother fucking shit that happened to
me in childhood as well as into adult life also. But does the AG
care, state or federal? Does the great Almighty President? No, great
people only have time for other great people, like Jolie and Popey.
Birds of a feather flock together, and so do
the 99% nobody/poor folks as well. But get into a situation
where you need major help, and through absolutely no mother fuckiGN
cunt chewing fault of your own, and guess what; YOU
CAN COCK LICKING FORGET ABOUT GETTING ANY,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Trump the great, says it better than I
ever can; “Like I give a shit”,
and that was regarding his friend Steve Winn, of the Golden Nugget
Casino, during a time of his personal crises in his marriage. I have
a lot of reasons for hating poor people, as they endlessly try and
take away what little I manage to work very fucking hard to get for
myself; and are all basically worthless twisted
mother fuckiGN rotten asshole BUMS. But as much as I hate
them, multiply fucking cunt that by a few
bazillion, and that will show you how much I hate the slutty
trashy Wendy Thomas's and Kim Kardashian's of the world, born with
silver spoons up their ugly slob clits!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Any
mother fucking cunt sucking world, that allows and tolerates for an
innocent mother fucker like me, who never both a cunt chewing soul or
does anything mother fuckiGN cunt wrong, and is a totally mother
fuckiGN law abiding cunt sniffing citizen; to be endlessly assaulted,
mauled, reamed, persecuted, harassed, and fucked with, by the scum of
the mother fuckiGN Earth; well; that society, who and what ever they
are made up of, is not worth their weight in stenchy fucking maggot
filled elephant shit, at C-SQUARED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But
all this fucking bullshit aside, people; being sent to the NJNPI for
my 6th grade school year, directly following CONTACT MADE
directly between me and Atlantic City POWERS and FORCES that I will
come to label and term the TAWF or THAT FAMILY; this was merely the
opener of 50+ years to follow, that can be thought of in only one god
dam fucking way, and that would be HELL, HELL,
HELL AND ENDLESS TORMENT TORTURED RED HOT
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If
the 'fawces' in HALL'S universe, were not signing off with what is
and has been done to me for half a cunt chewing fucking century now,
then simply put kind people; it just would not be allowed to all
happen to me like this. It doesn't take some
genius to see this, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
at this NJNPI place, I met several dudes my age who I
befriended, one of whom was Wilson Jessup, who claimed to be a witch
doctor, and later on, a voodoo priest, god rest my fucking soul.
There was a Summer-House or little area half enclosed outside nearby
the K-Cottage, and
on one particular time, he and I were
there and no one else was, and it was late in May or possibly the
very start of June, in the year of 1966. Wilson grabbed my arm and
told me he was going to take me to the Trinidad Hotel. He knew
only that I vacationed there with my mom on the previous summer, and
did not know one thing about Sarah Krassle, unlike my pal David Roth,
whom I told one day all about her, outside a diner in Medford, New
Jersey, one spring afternoon in 1986, called, the Medport Diner. Very
fucking cunt lapping apropos initials too, as ever since this time, I
needed a doctor in my cunt chewing fucking life, peeps,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We
won't even touch right now on the nightmare that ensued after I told
David Roth the great high degreed Mason about this powerful goddess
in early 1986, but rather, we continue trekking along with my
experience with voodoo priest Wilson Jessup, up in Princeton, at the
K-Cottage Psych-Ward, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Within a minute of shutting our eyes, maybe less, we had soul
traveled there, decades before I knew the word ECKANKAR or understood
the concept of Soul-Travel, great Variagi Master Follower, Saint
John!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Boy before we run out of
Nothing-Prophets, Biblical Prophets, abnd demonic/angelic/ advanced
robotic beings, we're going to run out of ball games and cheering
advertising blimps!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, WJ goes on to walk us through
the room number 323 at the hotel, and he described the exact floor
plan both of the room, the nearby corridor and elevator, and even the
balcony overlooking the pool. There are no more balcony's by the way,
not since the Super 8 took the place over, at the early part of this
century somewhere. I doubt that MTM ever stayed there either,in this
universe!
When
I returned to the place that late June, and left the psych ward
forever, all the forces from this globe that are all part of why this
middle eastern mess goes on millennia after millennia, began to form
plans, right down to the powerful personal friend of my aunt
Geraldine Snow mason, married to my mom's brother, my uncle Stuart
Mason, named after his direct ancestor of Scotland, Queen Mary; and
these plans were set into motion for the following summer after that
one, in 1967, and this is why my cousin Sandy went down there, and
met up with the great TAWF or THAT-FAMILY, actually one branch of it
and lots of friends of them, the great almighty
CALLIO'S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Naturally
miserable mother fucking rotten whore Jane, just nailed my fucking
ass with her stinking rotten ONES-CLOCK ASSAULT ON ME with page
eleven of fucking cunt chewing eleven, sp please, allow me now to
cunt phlegm rape, or (compensate) with lovely fucking
FIVES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Oh
GODDESS, do I hate your mother fuckiGN turd chewing guts; Mizz
Monster-Slapper Fonda!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Diana
Arteemis my love, I am going to take you to a beautiful waterfall,
and love you to death, my white hot beautiful LIGHTNING!!!!!!!!
IT
WILL BE A LOT BIGGER THAN THAT ONE, DZA MY BABY
BLOND LOVE TEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
Milituforce killed my lovely
lightning pix!
BOO-HOO-HOO,
LOVELY OPRAH WINFREY.
Miserable
Jane Shithead almost nailed me. But just in the nick of fucking
time, I caught it and blocked my time at eleven-ten, on the
computer monitor. HA-HA-HA-witch-bitch. Mark Wayne Mohr you
asshole, NEVER MOCK THAT FUCKING WITCH, SHE ALWAYS GETS YOU FOR
IT, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
I realize I go a bit gung ho on certain discoveries that I stumble
across, such as the interaction with King Akoslem and
Apollo-Lucifer. But an old Non-King
Neb-New-SHOE deal does always apply folks, you know, when
it fits!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The only fighters against my truths,
are those with a lot to lose, and I mean a really big chunk lot,
should the world ever take my story one bit seriously. Would you
expect any less of these lovelies? I know I would not. They act
and do just what any of us in their place would do, I suppose. I
can always see Detective Stabler's face when he really hates a
'perp', in his interrogation room, on that fantastic television
show, 'L&O-SVU'.
Do
I believe for a second that ever since my contact in Atlantic City
around 1965, with Tennessee Avenue, started this entire mess?
Well, the next school year, without cause, I was suddenly sent to
a psych ward at age ten. Does this happen to people? Is this
logical or rational? Then take me at my word that I could bore you
all with about five million other nightmares that all followed
being sent to the NJNP Institute in Princeton, New Jersey, USA,
but out of kindness and courtesy, I won't. Is one powerful magical
ALL MIGHTY teen girl really behind all of this? No, she is not
behind all of this, she is behind all of everything, and she owns
it all, the land, the seas, the sky, the stars, and all of it.
I've told my story, and I go on re-telling parts of it over and
over to show just how dam real my nightmare situation is. Alas, to
no available however, Christopher Bennett and Edward Himacane
Lynch!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyone
who hasn't downloaded TWB, why not do it, they are one helluva
great tool? DO IT, even if they did turn on
me and kill all my links because they hate me' ol' bwogs so much
and do not want to be connected with them,
I suppose! Still, I am
constitutionally allowed to know the fucking weather, and
give it to my audience as well, yo. SO AHA-AHA, &
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Florida
Attorney General Pam Bondi
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'HA-HA-HA-HA,
HUH SHERIFF KJM'????????
I
know you are doing your best to watch over me, AG Mizz Bondi, thank
you. Feel free to contact the Wirtz detectives in Camden County in
New Jersey, Ron Senior knows my problem is all real, but his hands
are tied, I am quite sure that you know what I mean. PLEASE HELP ME,
PLEASE!!!!!!! When I am finally dead and buried and gone, YOU NOT
ONLY WILL EVER FIND A REPLACEMENT FOR ME WHO IS ANYTHING LIKE ME AND
WHO COULD HOLD UP SO LONG AND WELL AGAINST TOTAL SCUMBAG GARBAGE
CHEWERS LIKE YOU ALL; BUT YOU WILL LOOK BACK AND WONDER WHY YOU
FINISHED ME OFF SO SOON, AS NOW; I AM NOT HERE ANYMORE, FOR YOU TO
KICK AROUND. NO MORE ME, NO WAY TO REPLACE ME, NEVER; AND WHEN YOU
REALIZE THIS, AND AS MY KID PUT IT ON HER WEBSITE A WHILE BACK, ''IT
WILL BE TOO LATE''. SOME MESSAGES REALLY ARE MEANT TO BE THAT WAY,
ISIS! Wise words from both you and my mother's friend the
Philadelphia nurse, 7 years before you were born. ''AHA'', MIKE
MCNULTY! Oh those Alligator Hater Anonymous Clubs, YO!!!!
JANUARY
10, 2015,
LATE
SATURDAY AFTERNOON AT 4:27,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE,69 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 70%, IT FEELS 69 DEGREES.
TODAY'S
TEMPERATURE RANGE, (H-69/L-52).
WIND
IS NORTH AT 7, GUSTING TO 18 MPH, YO.
Hello people; my
life is total hell, nothing is ever different, and I died and went
to hell on August 15, 1986 after going to bed in my bedroom in a
home owned by Richard Dirtbag Karpf, in Cherry Hill, New Jersey.
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
©
2006-2019, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
This
machine was hacked and frozen up at 6:15 this evening, as soon as I
typed in this chapter and blog book name on the SAVE area of my Open
Office Dialogue Box, just now, Pam Bondi, Florida, AG. Maybe it was
just a fluke, and then, maybe nothing ever is just a fluke. Thi9s is
where the ESS and my story, will become a bit advanced, throughout
this new blog book, folks!
I
already know that this blog is going to cause me some nasty ass
trouble and problems, as it is slow to save, and I have not even
started the blog, and only one photo is pasted into it so far, as
well, kind peeps. Yes there is A HACK MIZZ BONDI, IT IS FREEZING
OVER AND OVER FOR NO REASON, MA'AM, EACH TIME I TRY AND SAVE, SO I
MAY HAVE TO POST THIS AS 01-A, AND GO TO 01-B AND CONTINUE THE
CHAPTER on another page unless this dam ass shit stops, ACLU!
PLEASE
HELP ME PAM BONDI, Florida Attorney General, because my powerful
MAGGIE, WILL LET ME GO THROUGH ONLY SO MUCH of this HELL, AND THEN
it will be BYE-BYE TO LA, CALI! This is a promise, and I cannot
control this!
Folks,
the 2007 and 2008 BRIDGE, that crossed my life over from knowing the
WOODSIDE REALITY AS OPPOSED TO NOT KNOWING, depending on which
yellow telephone side of the dam bridge you or I may be standing the
hell on; YO; ended up being, or shall I change that to, “I FOUND
OUT THAT THIS WAS EVEN A BIGGER CROSSOVER LIFE AND GAME CHANGER FOR
ME TIME ERA”; than even 1969, 1983, 1986, and 1994; and probably
in truth; all of those four years all assembled together, and maybe
doubled or tripled after 'even
that',
Evan
Hanley and Quentin Andreas Petofi,
of the “GAP”, marvelous and untrumpable television soap-opera
show, called, “Dark Shadows”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Crissake, go
dig me a grave, Harriet Rohr. JEEEEEEEEEEEZ TWINBAY!
I
will not lie to a fucking soul here. You may or may not have
religious beliefs, that is on all of you, not me. I may or may not
have some as well, and that IS ON ME, not you. BUTT, BIG AS BUTT
folks; I have had some whopper mother fucking experiences of
paranormal activity, and it has nothing whatsoever to do with
people like asshole Doctor
Schorr
who
said to me quite unprofessionally, two weeks ago today exactly,
“Mark, your brain is broken; you'd be better off dead”.
I have been slammed against walls while half awake and half asleep
in 1976 in an apartment house I was visiting my mother in, on
Jefferson Street, called the Jamestown Apartments, in Media,
Pennsylvania, USAESMWG! I have dreamed the future so many fuckiGN
times, it's fucking annoying and unnatural, I have met entities all
over the place that no more come from this natural world order than
Blinky Blonkey the Birdwhale, © 2048. My mom who died on March 4 of
2000, came to me in a powerful dream in 2008 and warned me in a
DOLLAR STORE, not to move in with these people in THAT-FAMILY. And
as for the LAKEHOUSE
LIGHTNING
AND GARY MITCHELL AND GLARING BILLY HICKEY CROUCH,
well, that is all a story for an entirely other fucking time and
place, Donna Discoqueen Summer Sudano! I have DREAMED dozens of
tunes and lyrics, and dozens of incredible beings, and have been
told how to communicate with them, and did so, and this led to a
game changer life in the middle eighties, from which there is
absolutely no return to normalcy.
But
warning or no, I did move in with these WASHCLOTHS
FROM HELL AND 1970,
and W---O---W, again, there was another place from where I can swear
in any court on this planet and not worry about being fucking
charged with perjury; that things went poof and bang in the night
and again, there is no return. If I was not so mother fucking angry
at the way my life has been permitted to be abused and no one will
take my hell seriously; I would burst the mother fuckiGN shit eating
hell into an ocean of cunt lapping tears, and cry for a week,
BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The computer open office system just fuckiGN
crashed, PAM BONDI AND FBI, at approximately 6:42 PM, and the system
needed to be recovered through that process I go through each
fuckiGN cunt time this happens, FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION, YO
YO YO YO!!!!!!!! DO YOU WANT A MOTHER FUCKING 10.5 TO STRIKE IN LA,
KEEP THIS FUCKING SHIT UP AND GOING, YOU SICK DERRANGED FUCKING RATS
ASS BASTARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am taking no chances with this, later on the CHAPTER 01-B will be
posted, but 01-A is now over with nothing getting g said, and my
civil rights, as always, totally fucking trampled on, American Civil
liberties Union. Obviously their dirt bag DOW JONES stock markets
flew up 300+ points, I do not know and have not checked it yet. But
this, Mister Kaiter sir, is totally mother fucking ridiculous.
Hay
there
Louise
Hendershodt
XXXXXXXXXXX!!!
AUGUST
ELECTRICAL 27, 2014,
EARLY
WEDNESDAY EVENING AT 6:49
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 87 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 76%, FEELING 86 TO THE SKIN.
DAILY
RANGE SO FAR, (H-90/L-80)
AND
THEY GOT ME STUCK ON ANOTHER FUCKING JURY DUTY FIVE YEARS IN THE
FUTURE. WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, SECTION-II
4:32
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
THURSDAY
MORNING
27
JUNE, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)
THE
GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
THE
RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
So
here is what I am going to do should I decide not to leave Florida
this week with the clothes on me' ol' back, me'
kind Sheriff Ken J. Mascara, sir. I will have COMCAST
upgrade me to the DVR service, and put in their DVR cable
box, replacing the box I currently am using, yo. It is only an
additional ten bucks monthly,
and now they'll have no mother fucking excuse
to play their newest GASME-GAME
of the GODS
with poor old diseased and elderly pathetic Mountainpen, YO
YO YO YO YO YO, SHERIFF, ME' KIND AWESOME SIR!!!!!!!! And
now it is a short time later on, and a lot of new
freaking dog-stench is happening with this. First,
every time I schedule a COMCAST employee to come out to my
residence, later on that day, another representative always
calls me and cancels it. This is every
time now, so I do not know the game being
played, only that it is being played, since I was going to
make an upgrade, and now I will
not be, so the concept of a large
corporation not wanting to make more money, is quite
alien and foreign to me. I did however manage to learn that it IS
INDEED my television that will need replacement. This is why people
cannot save money in this very evil empire. Nothing
is made to last, it is all planned from the go bat, and it
even has a name, and this has been around, imagine this Mister
Marcucci, way back long before Mister and Misses Reagan got into
power and destroyed this great world forever, and its name is
Planned Obsolescence. What I did was
unplug the headphones and turn the TV volume up, and then unplugged
the red and white RCA jack wires that bring the sound into the TV
from the video machine that brings it in from the cable box. But
I did it one channel at a time, and learned that my right
and white
side is working with the headphones
due to the way the system in the phones keeps the stereo somehow
operating and not splitting the two channels into a monaural mix,
but when I just listen to the TV speakers themselves, and just plug
the right white RCA wire in, there is
no sound at all on that side, and this
is causing the weird crackling and cut out sound problems. So
I am going to have to get another mother freaking television set
over at the Goodwill Store later on this week or next week.
So much for ever trying to save a gash darn penny in this miserable
rotten nation and planet for that matter, yo! But
I woke up this morning at just past four with another problem, and
more
utility
persecution. More utility
siege and when else Sheriff sir, but on the
electrical number of the month, good old reliable and
trustworthy number 27, “little boy”.
That's her number, or so she
told me in that wild dream at the Golden
Nugget Casino is 1984, like freaking darn butt wiping gee and
WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Yes
I woke up and went into my mother freaking kitchen to get a drink of
water and take some medication, and POW,
I hear chirping like a darn bird is stuck somewhere in the room,
only it was no bird. It was however, my
battery back up box that I use to keep my Assurance-Wireless
government cellphone charging system and kitchen box fan plugged
into. The red light was
blinking, and the rotten thing was
chirping. The side of this brick unit that
has battery back up is shot for
absolutely no reason at all, and all was fine when I went to
bed last night after watching the eleven of
the clock news. Now for no discernable reason whatsoever,
POOF, it is just shot to Dogtown. I do
not believe that these things are just happening to me out of
nowhere. So Sahwee Mister stinking rotten Japanese Ambassador of the
World World ll era, up there is Washington, DC-13-600, YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO!!!!!!!! I'm not buying into this for one lousy butt-wiping
seck, sir Sheriff KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR!
Fortunately, the other side does work, and just won't allow me the
ability to do an emergency phone-charge should power go out for an
extended time. It is always something, and
these diseased MILITUFORCE peeps wouldn't know what to do
without picking on this pathetic diseased puny frail fragile sick
elderly man. They have been doing this to me for decades and
decades, ever since I was a young man!!!!
Then
when I turned the cable system on, actually it never shuts off but
when I changed a channel that sort of takes the box off of
sleeper-mode, POW, instantaneously I get that monthly emergency
system test bull crapola. Actually, I activated my phone also, and
one minute or less later, POW. This is when I know that the HALLS
FAWCES are totally alive and well and living on the
EARTH-PLANET, AND STRIKING ME HARD!!!!
Boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy, Uncle
Billy and James Stuart. If
he hadn't been born, then Bedford Falls would have been called
Pottersville, and in parallel universes where I was not born, a
whole lot more changes exist, I promise you all that one.
Still, how did Frank Kappa know so much about parallel universes and
used it to make such a great movie and story, we must all wonder? I
have been in Philadelphia and Atlantic City
just about every night for months now, in a series of various
PARALLEL
UNIVERSES. I wouldn't
dare even begin right now to get into things, it is too gash dog
freaking fantastic, on quintessential steroids, and so I know better
than to 'open up
cans of worms that huge, or hornets nests that scary',
to quote the mighty, wonderful, and quite illustrious, Latengrate
Mister David Charles Roth, who was
poisoned by his pal, Mister Jonathan Schau, a fellow Lodge Member of
the mighty MASONS, for giving me
information about who I truly am, in my DNA FAMILY SYSTEM, through
and via the great and non-oz powerful
HUNTINGTON'S!!!!!!!!!!
Ever
since I was somehow mysteriously put in contact with Diana
Zuudlecronessia
Arteemis the (Lightning
Goddess of the Earth Planet), the MILITUFORCE
has been on me like blue on freaking sky, white on rice, red on
blood cells, and black on midnight; Mister Microsoft Spellchecker
blackboards from the great destruction of Haddonfield, New Jersey
days and all other modern day prophecies from 1971, and great
impersonal mathematical formulas and equations and algebraic
polynomials. Watch out for those great algebraic expressions, they
might prove a whole lot of secret items that have been kept locked
away with the crazies, before there were any crazies, huh great
United States © Office of all really good curly haired girls and
NASA-CURLS? This blog will discuss the FAWCES
that humanity calls “LUCK”,
the study of it, or rather the LACK OF STUDY
BY ANY SERIOUS SCIENTIFFIIC RESEARCHERS, and its
MIND BENDING MOTHER FREAKING EFFECTS on the entire
human
race, from womb to tomb!
Actually, it would take me decades to fully explain it all, and you
would never most likely get it all. Still, I will then be picking
and choosing various key parts and discussing them, as more blog
works follow. All great mystery schools and educators, teach all
inquisitive chela's that enlightenment itself takes between 15-20
years to fully reveal itself, unlike the magic apple that supposedly
fell on Mister Buddha Siddhartha's headphones, or HEAD, Mister
Spellchecker Microsoft! But nobody needs to be a fully enlightened
master of sound and light or anything else for that matter, to
realize that my major attacks by this
MILITUFORCE,
definitely always comes in the pattern of numerous
repeating items, such as from the second that I climbed out
of bed to the chirping chipmunks of Alvin and Fiends, or any other
crushing stinky candies from Dogtown and KINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gee willagars, yo!!!!
If
my formulas don't prove and show to your satisfaction, that my
claims are all real, and in light of my nearly fourteen year
blogging project in tandem with it, then there simply is nothing
else that I can ever do, and I am just casting my great pearls of
wisdom into an endless pen of total stinking swine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mock me and disbelieve all of this AT
YOUR
OWN
PERILL,
because any professor at a top university in a mathematics
department, will have to conclude, upon long and very careful
study and scrutiny of my paper-roulette study, that indeed, my
story, fantastic as it may appear, concerning the
GASMEGAMES-GODS of the spiritual energy realm or
Purgatory, before THE BIG BANG; is all true
and real, and that reality is just
THEM, playing games with ALL OF PUNY PATHETIC HUMANITY, and
THAT IS ALL that is, ever was, and ever will be going on here, on
this wild fantastic and totally messed up EARTH-PLANET, YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!! There is a ton of stuff that
I am shortly going to embark on, and every little freaking bit of it
is going to completely blow the minds of my freaking BLOGAUDIANS,
IPYT!!!!!!! I am making plans to leave Florida
forever, and possibly even this
entire world. I will not
discuss this matter any further, because too many 'people' have the
huge goal that they had, back when 'they' were other prior
persona's, as was I, and hiding in caves, and writing
numerous love songs for my lovely Sarah-Stacey Jehovah
Krassle, that you all call the psalms.
In Quakertown in the early nineteen-sixties, I was still called by
all of the youth in the largest playground, “The
champion with the black snake”,
and that was code for the great sling-shot dude on the Earth-Planet.
I did not like giant-attacks then, nor
do I nearly three thousand years in the future, in this here and
now, as it is always NOW HERE, just as Mister Einstein of Princeton
University claimed right along!!!!
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Patty
and her magical candles were never any match for her wonderful and
awesome pirate jokes however, huh Mister Jim Tiberius Burr of
Gloucester SHARK-SHARK City.
Watch out there, Misses Cuzz 'Aunt' Ruth Huntington Gottwald of
Babyblond, New York (Babylon).
Dudes
and duddesses, please know that I never meant to do anything to
anyone, and if you stop to really think seriously about my blogs for
ten years now that discuss my life for close to a half century of
life time; I
am not
the aggressor
here,
and have always been just some poor pathetic schmuck who is
defending himself 24-7-365.2422, against monstrous frightening
aggressors. You go Mister 1967 fist pounding United
Nations Mister Khrushchev!
You tell them too, Chester Perkowski. Don't let hotels, and radio
stations, and shops, and demonic powers, change your life too much;
old pal. Tell Secretary of State back in 1969,
Mister McNamara,
I said so, too, old buddy. Maria
Stromyer and 'I
WILL BE DEAD',
soon; Mister Patterson; you
just keep blaring out all of the operatic music you want, lady;
because it changes nothing at all. WOW! Yessir/mahm, the
WeatherBug cut my link back on the first of May,
and that changes nothing either, other than not allowing my
wonderful BLOGAUDIANS to get the local area weather from me any
more, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
sir Mister Deedee Anderton of the greatest law show ever in the
history of television, “L&O”, to quote you sir,
WHEN
IT STARTS, ''IT
STARTS''!
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matter how many things that the Mountainpen could ever tell or
say on any blog, the simple truth is that nothing can ever take
the place of an open mind and reading various parts randomly, and
realizing that no human including the great Mister Einstein,
could make this story up!!!!!!!!
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The
sum total of the pieces and parts of Mountain's life, for those who
have studied it on my ten year blog project, is as
Dawn-Marie King said so perfectly and accurately with her world
famous saying that I think she may have started, “It is what it
is”. Still I started things somewhat earlier than this,
just by living in Atco, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG, at 134 Norris Avenue.
This address, somebody or some group, millions of years ago, already
planned and made total sure, that I would live at for two thirds of
one year of time. Taking that number-street address's number of
1-3-4, the 34 is beyond unmistakable, as in only ONE 34 that
matters, and that is the year that follows of 1984, that is
mathematically reached by the two forward mode arithmetic functions,
done twice, you know; (34), 3+4=7, 3x4=12.
Then 7+12=19,
7x12=84.
So now we have the 19
and the 84,
and this, when we place these two numbers together, is 1984. But
then there is one more magical little piece of symbolism here, at
that is the Atco street address, of the home that I rented in 1983,
while my choking condition was given to me by my WOMO-MILITUFORCE
ENEMIES. We take
Dawn-Marie King's magical little “IT
IS WHAT IT IS”,
and we get 5 total words in her sentence. The first word 'IT' is
word-1. The second word 'IS' is word 2. The third word 'WHAT' is
word 3. The fourth word (second ) 'IT' is word 4. The fifth and
final word (second) 'IS' is word 5. Now in this pasted in sentence
below, I have two colors used.
“IT
IS WHAT IT IS”
Observe
the story this 1983 street address appears to tell, in its quite
magical flash-forward state. When you use the word-numbering of 1-5
in this powerful sentence, what
comprises the word for the great Babylonian goddess who went onto be
used in more sinister and dangerous global problems in this
twenty-first century, 'ISIS',
is made by combining the word numbers of 25.
Then taking the three remaining words, and strung together; this
makes the number of the Atco address on Norris Avenue, 134. Oh well,
all great Atco, New Jersey residents, ''IT WHAT IT''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That old wonderful sixties Hoffman-trippin'-drug known as LSD,
is also known as the great '25',
back in the day. Ask any hippie turned yuppy (Young Urban
Professional Person) as they became known as in the 70's and the
80's, and they will tell you. It also was called the HAWK, the
Travel Agent, and numerous other wild
Fascitar names. Those
who needed to cheat, cheated. BUTTTTTTTTT folks, the
FASCITAR
when mastered,
which normally takes a couple of weeks of bed-practice and
(non-sexual) of course, and no body needs mess around with any
dangerous and illegal dope, to travel around, and
prove
the truths
of Morianity.
So to quote lovely Patty during days of wild swinging flashlights
and swords, “YARRRRRR
there me' maitees”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Last
night, shortly before sun-up time, Diana and I were at this lovely
waterfall on the Astral Plane, that is about 80,000 feet tall, and
about a mile wide, with thundering deafening inconceivable amounts
of water, tumbling into a giant purplish-reddish colored lake that
is about ten square miles; only on this realm, all three dimensions
count; so its depth allows both its 'nestern' and its 'woustern'
shores, to actually be a reality to interact with. Even though the
depth of this small lake is only about 3,000 feet, this still allows
both sides to be accessed. Try that here in waking hyperspace, and
you would fall down on your head. Moving this right along, we had
quite a talk after she made wild and passionate love to me, and I
remember a few highlighted parts of our intense discussion; as it
was about my prior weekend back here in my waking life, and in this
exact universe where I am typing this now out to all of you, in the
immense, and unfathomable gargantuan vastness, of the total combined
fifth dimensional hyperspace multiverse. One particular universe in
the great fifth dimensional hyperspace jumps out in front of me as I
speak type, because it is such a wild and awesome place. I remember
saying that I would be afraid of going to prison for decades should
I kill an enemy that was being discussed, or that my 'doppelganger'
was discussing, and I managed to slip in a slight T3E controlled
quick addition, making my double blurt out, I had experienced a
dream where I did this and then had to go to jail, and talk about
the epitome of a dream within a dream, which was discussed quite
often a dozen years back on my Morianity-Blogs, in this dimension of
the hyperspace. The lady I was speaking to over in that parallel
world, looked at me quite curiously, and asked why I would have to
go to prison? I said for murder. She said, “old murder, or new
murder”. As things progressed along, I came to learn that after
the legal profession had caught up with the technological
advancements into things such as laser trace tech and so many other
things, instantly struck the me-part of myself from here having this
dream, that I was in a place where a space colony had been built and
that her son had fallen in love with some musician she had been
watching, like those teenage crushes that kids get, and this boy was
mildly retarded and couldn't understand that he had died a hundred
years ago. He kept yelling something about here she is right there
over and over, and then he hit the HOL-CR button on their AVM
viewer-recorder. Interestingly enough and without any intention
whatsoever on my part, Sir Microsoft kicked in when I typed in the
HOLlister's and wrote this. So without exciting Tom Glenn the
doubter of my non-fruit qualities from early in 1981, we will move
this along. Black Hat Hackers and their MILITUFORCE
LEADER/CONTROLLERS hacked out me' ol' Mike-Soft SPELLCHECKER PROGRAM
AGAIN, sir Sheriff. I'll finish up and then reboot and correct any
red
wavy
lines that are not part of any Atlantic
City Frequency Modulation Radio Stations
at the great world famous boardwalk. This kid then hit that button
and created a holographic image of this musician who lived on some
distant other colony back more than a hundred years ago, and the
show he had been watching had just at that very day been received by
the networks on that colony. 'Galanet' (Galaxy-Internet)
is of course on all space colonies, and connected to home worlds as
well, but not
in real
time. Even when we
go to Mars shortly, remember peeps, this world and our world are
approximately fifteen minutes away from each other in photon-time,
and all of the physical reality and all of us must exist in
photon-time or PT as it comes to be shortened into in another fifty
years. In any event, after making the image holographic, he was then
determined to build a machine that would trace the reality around
the image, and reality itself would then come to life. This of
course is how this tech was eventually invented in similar ways by
all sorts of weird prodigy youth genius minds throughout the great
fifth dimensional hyperspace
of our incredible metaverse or multiverse or whatever you wish to
choose to label it as. Going back to the murder of an enemy, once
resurrection-tech is reached, the law eventually must catch up, and
it does, and there is no more murder charges, just a lesser charge
for killing-temporarily. See how this wonderful computer age is all
going to progress into the wildest mother freaking thing that any of
you out here could ever hope to possibly imagine, yo?????????? I do
not know how that particular story ends, or whether after the kid
retraces his musician lover, they ever get together, but that was
never really me' ol' pernt to begin with, yo! Just the fact that we
all are in for some outlandish future times, THAT, was me' ol'
whittle pernt, sir Archie Bunker from queens, New York, and all
Stuart and Huntington families too. WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! So if I am
saying this to you boy, with or without thrill and joy, Mister
Crichton sir, is there any larger meaning to this entire dirty
rotten deal straight out of the gates of stinking lousy Dogtown, you
wonder???????
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Do
I exist in a wild fifth dimensional system or NAUT, Miss AT&T
Blake, and great wonderful Sheriff Mascara of Saint Lucie County,
Florida, DPAESMWG?
Yes
I have been quite busy in both Atlantic City as well as in
Philadelphia this 2019 year, that is, in another world in the
hyperspace. My
wild ride is getting only wilder, as I appear to be older.
The
BIBLE
makes this claim folks, “Old
men will dream
dreams
and young men will have visions”.
Read it for yourself, yo, it is in there, and nobody
would have the balls to lie about something in the
BIBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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TRANSMISSION.
ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, SECTION-HH
3:57
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
MONDAY
MORNING
24
JUNE, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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THE
GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
THE
RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
Thank
you Diana
for coming over as I started this blog today. IWALU baby
blond
and you know that!!!!!! I would give anything in this world if you
would come right into my bed with me and electrocute me so that I can
be with you forever
and ever and ever,
lovely baby-blond-girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!,
& WOW & WEEEEEE, WONDERFUL
SIR CHESTER-FRANK AND WONDERFUL
OPRAH WINFREY, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHERIFF
KENNETH J. MASCARA, KIND SIR, YO; I AM UNDER ANOTHER
ASSAULT. AN HOUR AFTER WAKING UP AT AROUND HALF PAST TWO OR SO THIS
MOUUUUUUUURNING ME' KIND SHERIFF, THE MILITUFORCE STRUCK ME
MERCILESSLY WITH A MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING HEAT-DESTRCT-DEATH WEAPON
BEAM, SIR, YO YO YO YO YO. Then at 3:41, some mother fucking jerk off
slammed their cunt chewing door super loudly, at this ungodly mother
fucking hour! JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE-LOUISE, surfer Fonty!
This
blog will discuss the FAWCES that
humanity calls “LUCK”, the
study of it, or rather the LACK OF STUDY BY ANY
SERIOUS SCIENTIFFIIC RESEARCHERS, and its
MIND BENDING MOTHER FUCKING EFFECTS on the entire
human
race, from womb to cunt
lapping tomb! IMHO this is perhaps the most ignored and under-valued
item anywhere, and is talked about only in joke and jest, and those
who seem to believe in its real and true powers over all of us, are
called to this very day in this so-called enlightened technological
age, “superstitious”
folks from the dark aged past, roaming the Earth with the now extinct
dinosaurs. FOLKS, MY MOTHER FUCKING MORIANITY
has now told you that the mathematical formulas created and used by
the author named Mountainpen, HAVE
ABSOLUTELY PROVEN, that we are all here on this
EARTH-PLANET, being used by a bunch of deadly and fucking dangerous
'GASME-GAMES'
PLAYING GODS, FROM THE ASTRAL-PLANE (PURGATORY-PLANCK-TIME)
spirit-world of Patricia Hollister's candles, that
there is nothing whatsoever that any of us can do about it, and that
we're all totally and completely mother fucking screwed and fucked,
FOREVER. Nice happy thoughts, huh gorgeous Egg Harbor township
TWINBAY-DESIRE'???????????????? If my formulas don't prove and show
to your satisfaction, that my claims are all real, and in light of my
nearly fourteen year blogging project in tandem with it, then there
simply is nothing else that I can ever do, and I am just casting my
great pearls of wisdom into an endless pen of total stinking
swine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mock me and disbelieve
all of this AT YOUR OWN PERILL, because
any professor at a top university in a mathematics department,
will have to conclude, upon long and very careful study and scrutiny
of my paper-roulette, that indeed, my story, fantastic as it may
appear, concerning the GASMEGAMES-GODS of the spiritual energy realm
or Purgatory, before THE BIG BANG, is all true and real, and that
reality is just THEM, playing games with ALL OF FUCKING ASS HUMANITY,
and THAT IS ALL that is, ever was, and ever will be going on here, on
this wild fantastic and totally fucked up EARTH-PLANET, YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am making plans to leave Florida forever, and possibly even this
entire world. I will not discuss this matter any further,
because too many people have the huge goal that they had, back when
they were other prior persona's, as was I, and hiding in caves, and
writing numerous love songs for
my lovely Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle, that you all call
the psalms. In Quakertown in the early nineteen-sixties, I
was still called by all of the youth in the largest playground, “The
champion with the black snake”,
and that was code for the great sling-shot dude on the Earth-Planet.
I did not like giant-attacks then, nor do I nearly three mother
fucking thousand years in the future in this here and now, as it is
always NOW HERE, just as Mister Einstein of Princeton University
claimed right along!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A major right side mother
fucking DEATH ANGEL attack is
striking me now as I pen this blog at twenty-two minutes past four
this diseased fucked up MOUUUUUUUURNING!!!!
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