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ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD,
SECTION-XX
9:41
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
MONDAY
MORNING
22
JULY, 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
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
WHEN
IT STARTS, ''IT
STARTS''!
WHEN
IT STARTS, ''IT
STARTS''!
WHEN
IT STARTS, ''IT
STARTS''!
WHEN
IT STARTS, ''IT
STARTS''!
WHEN
IT STARTS, ''IT
STARTS''!
WHEN
IT STARTS, ''IT
STARTS''!
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
in 1984, like freaking darn butt wiping gee and WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
You see, and to
quote the mighty Mister L&O 'I KILLED DEEDEE' ANDERTON.
OH BOY!!!!!!!!!!!
Yessir,
at approximately half past eight
of the clock this MOUUUUUUUURNING,
that mother fucking dirtbag enemy, or one of them, who BLASTS
MUSIC AT ME FROM HIS CAR RIGHT OUTSIDE MY WINDOW AND WAKES ME
UP, HURTING MY PHYSICAL HEALTH, TOTALLY
ILLEGALLY; STRUCK ME AGAIN ON THIS 22 JULY, 2019, SIR KIND
SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA, DPAESMWG,
YO!!!!
Next
week I will have to HIRE ME AN ATTORNEY, to sue both the collection
agency known as PORTFOLIO RECOVERY for ILLEGAL harassment AND ELDER
ABUSE, as well as the Household Finance Company. I am having
nightmares and health problems as a result of this extra stress and
pressure on my poor diseased elderly sick fucking pathetic
body!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Starting the day BEFORE the electrical
brick was busted by the mother fucking MILITUFORCE, the Portfolio
Recovery Collection Agency began persecuting me again, after they had
stopped for several months. They are telling me that I am going to
have litigation's brought against me, and also that I am in all sorts
of trouble, ON
A DEBT THAT IS TEN YEARS OLD,
AND THAT I NEVER EVEN USED THEM IN THE FIRST PLACE, AS THEY BOUGHT
THIS DEBT FROM THE CAPITAL
ONE BANK.
I have not had a credit card since December of 2009, after they
pulled that stunt of screwing with me. Just a few days later on after
this, the Household
Finance jerk offs
told me that they were going to get a
judgment against me
for approximately eighty-five
hundred dollars,
on a credit card that I had back in 2010. We will see what an
attorney has to tell me next fucking cunt eating week. Well, this CAP
from my June 28, 2019 blog, is being updated today after the strike
on me at 8:30 this morning. I have been waiting for three weeks
almost, and no one has come over here from the Saint Lucie Court to
officially have me sign the court notice. When they do come, I will
go this time so they cannot just get their judgment against me. I am
planning to fight this on the grounds of TIME AND AGE OF DEBT. THEN
AND ONLY THEN, should I lose, I WILL DECLARE MOTHER FUCKING
BANKRUPTCY ON THIS TOTAL OF ABOUT TEN GRAND OF DEBT. I cannot afford
on my lousy tiny disability check, to pay this ridiculous mother
fucking debt. But that is not what I am going to tell the judge. My
attorney will move to quash the action based on AGE OF DEBT as well
as my financial circumstances. I live in a roach infested shithole in
public housing, and I make just enough to pay my rent, run my car,
eat a little bit of fucking food, and be able to run a TV and have
internet and phone service and pay my goddamn mother fucking car
insuyrance to State Farm. THAT IS ALL I HAVE. The world will NOT
ALLOW ME TO HAVE A THING, AND NEVER HAVE ALLOWED IT. Everything
I ever do totally mother fucking FAILS, FAILS, FAILS, AND FAILS,
AND
I AM NOTHING BUT AN OLD UGLY FAT LOSER FAILURE
WHO
HAS NOTHING WHATSOEVER AT ALL TO GIVE TO ANYBODY,
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 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 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!
YOU
MISSED ME, MIZZ JANE DIRTBAG SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE FONDA. Your dad was a
wonderful fine gentleman, that much I'll give to you, even after that
nightmare horrendous stunt that you pulled on me at the local
ballpark there in Georgia that vicious night in the springtime of
1993 when my Philadelphia Phillies were playing your goddamn
BRAVES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Can
COOLEY HALL just come to be and then vanish into the moonlight,
like freaking Brigadoon did? Well, you
investigate the things like Haddonwood,
and this place, and all of the rest of my MORIANITY
STORY. You just go right ahead and try to prove me wrong,
kind folks!!!!! BUTButButButBUTTTTT,
when
2025 comes in and all non-millionaires are the total slaves of the
Royal Family at Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington; don't you
dare look me up and try telling me a thing. I did all I could to warn
all of you that this WILL HAPPEN!!!!!!!! Let's analyze
something. Times change, nations change, the world changes. If I now
am residing in a world where the majority of folks desire to be led
around by a pompous arrogant asshole king and his shitty family, then
they will get what they deserve. Who am I to say one mother fucking
thing. I will just get the goddamn hell out of here, like those poor
congress ladies are being told to do, only hey CUZZ, you don't have
to tell me to get the fuck out of here, I'M GOING!!!!!!!!! It is
funny though, here I go again, 1980 all over again, huh? I remember
trying real hard to warn the world what I had seen in that mind
blowing mother fucking 'LOVE-IS-FOR-CARPENTERS'
interaction. I got absolutely nowhere back then, and I got
absolutely nowhere again. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, I could put that to
fucking cunt eating music, YO!!!!!!!!!!!
When
I told the record promoter, Lenny McKinnon, that I could produce the
Beatles for him if that would get him off my back, things began to
get, to quote that great old fifties Superman television show about
the racehorse, “dangerous around here”, for me. If you know
anything about the sixties and the political system of that day, you
would just maybe see, in light of all of my Morianity; just how
incredible this plot is, and how stuff totally all ties together, in
ways so outlandish and unfathomable, that no words could ever hope to
give any of this one bit of true justice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
will delve into it as November progresses along, as this is very
effen necessary!!!!!!!! The odds of McDowell
becoming a top man in the government, after Daniel Mackey told him
that someday he would grow up and be a man, and he did; but
the damn ass odds of all of these people from COOLEY
HALL, all becoming big shots with a dark hidden past, are
somewhere, and get this, around 372 quatorodecillion to one, against
it being possible. Want to see that number? Fine.
372,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000.
Doubt me? Go to any mathematical department at any good university,
and see if I am lying here, peeps!
Florida
has been a red state for a longer time by far, than my residency
here. As my old record promoter would say it so beyond perfectly and
eloquently, along with his CB-RADIO pal, Miss Chillie, “Ain't no
doubt about it”! Well then, why did I come down here when I hate
heat, on top of that? Simple. I ran away from my daughter's distant
cousins, the KINGS and the QUEENS, and even the symbols; as her
wonderful fans know precisely what's getting said there,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All of reality is
symbolically tied together. The human authors of the BIBLE know it,
and so do all really intelligent human beings. The great Sarah
Jacobson, and her magical bridge boy kisses. WOW-THAT,
KING FAMILY and a big lovely WEEEEEEEEEE! My guidance counselor at
the Haddon Township High School in Westmont, New Jersey, USAESMWG,
Mister Jockamini or however his name is actually misspelled; was very
influential in my eventual reassignment to Cooley Hall, but it was
not a direct transfer, as they gave me a tutor by the name of Misses
Davies first. This all fits powerfully into the great WATERGATE
DEMOCRATIC OFFICE BUILDING BREAK IN, on the 17th
day of June, in the year of 1972. Telling the entire story will take
virtually forever, but I'll keep on trucking and make a best effort
attempt to get a readable version eventually all blogged out and
fully explained. In a total compressed nutshell, it truly is the game
called, “GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS”, and this should never be
belittled or scoffed at. People used to take 'major dreams' very
seriously, and even THE BIBLE does, yo. On top of all of this, anyone
not totally fucking brain dead, knows that all the weird dreams in my
life all tie together, and not only prove that the devil is a real
entity, despite being an Astral Plane God, but when I say a real
entity, I mean this entity is behind all of the woes and nightmares
of this human system here on the Earthy-planet. For some reason, he
has concentrated on this Huntington family,
just as in 'DARK SHADOWS' the
great sixties occult-TV-show, where he appeared to be focusing on the
COLLINS FAMILY. I doubt he was
interested in any astronauts, but you get the picture
here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
devil is real and so is all of the stories about this entity. On the
Astral-Plane, his easy and more pronounceable name is Apollo Lucifer,
and he has dozens and dozens of other names as well. 'It is what it
is and it ain't what it ain't', no matter how much I blog, or how
much the world either laughs, ignores, or believes. That alters
absolutely nothing whatsoever, and it never ever did, “AND
THAT'S JUST REALITY, SON”!
THAT
REMAINS A DENNIS SNYDER
QUOTATION,
FOREVER!
|
Mohr,
Mark Wayne, 1954-
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PAu000204016
|
1980
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The
powers that I have been fighting throughout all of this are able to
even make the Copyright Office cheat me out of my rightful
intellectual property, as in the case of the arrangement stolen
by the BEEGEE group, in the summertime
of 1980, with my song called, “LOST
LOVE”. This should right there be the entire proof to all
that I claim in my Morianity regarding what I have labeled, “HALLS
FAWCES”! To this day, not one
little apology from all the people who abused me as a child, who
sexually molested me, who ripped off my music, and who all live like
mother fucking cunt chewing kings and
queens, WHILE I LIVE WITH NOISE
AND ROACHES
AND ENDLESS HELL,
sir Sheriff Mascara, KIND
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You
see, THAT is the devil working through
the humanity of the Earth-Planet. These
astral world gods derive unfathomable
amounts of fucking pleasure by games,
distractions,
and injuring the innocent,
such as poor little fucking me. This is how they get through infinity
without going totally nuts, MISTER
TWILIGHT ZONE 'OTHER PLACE'
P-I-P!!!!!!!!!!
V-1)
Our love was true, our love was rare
No
other love could ever compare
Now
that you're gone
My
spirits are low
And
baby baby baby, I love you so.
V-2)
I can't express the way that I feel
My
soul's in distress, and nothing is real
Now
it's too late, 'cause I let you go
Oh
baby baby baby, I love you so.
V-3)
What can I do to make things OK
And
bring back your love that sun fills my day?
Time's
flashing by, yet all much too slow
Oh
baby baby baby I love you so.
CRHS)
Oh I love you so and I want you to know
I
love you so and I want you to know
Oh
I love you so and I want you to know
Well
baby baby baby, I love you so.
©
1977 Mark Wayne Mohr
It
is amazing beyond any way to ever describe this in words, how
Sarah-Stacey Krassle did
all of these things, but she did, and it is all real and true, and
“actually literally happening to me”, Mister James Tiberius Burr,
of Gloucester-Sharks City, New Jersey, USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “SHARK,
SHARK, SHARK”, oh wonderful Latengrate Aunt Ruth Huntington
Gottwald of Babyblond, LINY, DPAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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