ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD,
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1:03
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
THURSDAY
MORNING
25
JULY, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)
THE
GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
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Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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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!!!!
Thank
you beautiful LIGHTNING,
for coming over to visit with me yesterday afternoon. You are beyond
lovely, and white hot; lovely DIANA Z.
ARTEEMIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To
access the first part of Morianity
where, to quote lovely 'Dark Shadows'
Mizz Sabrina Collins can be
absolutely and perfectly quoted here, “It all began”;
MERELY
CLICK THE LINKS, YO!
I
can quote the great Mister McNulty as a
young teen lad with his famous Alligator Haters
Anonymous, or the also great and more recent Mister
Arthur Crane and just say “SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”,
BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT, no matter what I do or do not say
here, things are what they are, and the mighty
and illustrious KING
CLAN
know it all only too well, and made that claim to fame also,
YO! Things are the way they are for reasons, and I fully concur with
the great Mister Einstein when I
proclaim that I vehemently do not believe that
GOD THREW DICE with all of this mother fucking bullshit, back in the
beginning, as per our human and mortal frame of reference, as
in truth, in a timeless purgatory; THERE IS NO
BEGINNING, OR ENDING, TO ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It really
just IS, and so yes Dawn-Marie mahm, “It is what it is”, SIS!
WEEEEEEEE THAT, Chester!
Temperatures
have been sizzling hot all over the eastern half of this nation for
some time now, and good old Florida is no exception. Today managed to
be mid nineties and feeling well over a buck in most areas of the
Treasure Coast where I reside. At a quarter past one in the
afternoon, according to THE WEATHER CHANNEL (TWC), here in Fort
Pierce, Florida, yesterday, the wind was blowing WSW at 8 with no
gusts. It was 91 down a couple degrees from a half hour earlier,
feeling a rounded perfect dollar. The barometric pressure was 29.96
and dropping, and the dew-point was 72 degrees Fahrenheit. The
humidity was 54%. Isolated storms were predicted with 30% chance of
rain. Actually within a couple of hours it totally poured like it was
going out of style, and lightning was awesome with beyond incredible
colors and designs all over the skies right outside of me' ol' sixth
floor window here at my public housing building, YO! The predicted
low close to midnight was showing to be 72 degrees. For the most
part, this all came to pass. I don't think it did so in order to
fulfill any biblical prophecy, and merely was the result of a great
and accurately predicted weather channel.
My
health has been hit, with a small bowel hit and a larger heart hit.
This bowel and heart health assault on me all started after
unidentified flying ships and other unknown aerial vehicles began
following and stalking me back in the year of 1986, BRRRR!!!!!!!!!
The day before yesterday, I had a 'wellness-visit' at my PCP doctor,
at 2:30 in the afternoon. I boarded my elevator here at the building
to go down to the lobby from my sixth floor, and the goddamn thing
got stuck. Other too have been getting stuck. I was fortunate enough
to have the door finally open back up on the same floor, number six.
The box did not move at all and all of the buttons were totally not
working. However after pushing them for about a minute or so, the
door opened and I jumped the hell out, and managed to walk down the
stairwell, and made it on time to my doctor. Oh boy, &
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THAT; huh Sir
CHESTER-FRANK??????????? WHAAAAA-HA-AHA-AHA! Boy oh boy oh boy, Uncle
Billy Wonderfulife! 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! If some teacher/educator, here in Saint
Lucie County, and in the present time year of 2019, yanked a student
out into a hallway from a classroom, and said, and I quote, “You
know Mark, you could be a father, chronologically”, I
know that the Sheriff of this county would take that extremely
seriously. So again
with a big fat ugly super hyper WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!! But what needs to
be listened to here is not the message, or even the messenger,
believe it or not. It is 'Thisssssssss', Mizz Erica Snakes: HOW could
he have known in October of 1969, such a mind bending super secret,
unless HE TRULY WAS JOHN LENNON and remember folks, my mom's
boyfriend back in late August of 1969 saw a photo of that Beatle at a
local shopping mall's record store, and when he came back to the
apartment in Oaklyn where I resided, the DELLWAY ARMS, he said to me
and I quote, your teacher next year looks exactly like the guy”,
and then he sort of smirked and shirked it off. What actually
happened is that a week before my mom and he went over that day to
the Cherry Hill Mall up there in Jersey, he had taken my mom to a
pre-school-year parent-teacher-meeting at the COOLEY HALL, where he
had met Mister Count Marcucci for himself. All I am saying is why was
this alien force or groupation so fascinated with me, my family, me
peeps, my kid in the future, and all of this? Also, who out here
believes for 'one damn second', Admiral Whalespock; that this dude
would take me out into the hallway that day in school and just say
this to me for absolutely no rhyme nor reason? TEE-HEE-HEE to all of
you, Mizz Lilly Lilliputian Munster Livery Service of all great
King-Gates!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lots
of death angels are around me again. Not as bad as when the death
siege is cooking on WHITE-HOT-SQUARED, but it is bad again,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Weldon Saunders was another magical type of person,
like the great Atlantic City beach alchemist, and the lovely and
super cool Patricia H.H. Hollister. This dude worked with me in 1987
before I worked at American Honda in Mount
Laurel, NJDPAESMWG, on Gaither Drive in the Mount Laurel
Industrial Park. This place was only a mile from the great house that
my mom and I rented from the real estate investor Mister Jerry
Pliner, in 1983, after leaving the illustrious 1802 non-Beekman ROBIN
HILL APARTMENTS. Fourteen years had whizzed by, and “lost
and alone here I cried”, but not for the reasons listed on
my copyrighted 1997 song called, “THANX
TO
THE
SHADOWS”,
written a solid decade later on. Mister Saunders could hear the death
angel too and he buzzed all around him quite constantly just as he
does with me. WOE WIZ ME, Mister Crichton of the mighty and vely vely
vely illustrious WALT DISNEY CORPORATION, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!
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Every
night just about, I have nightmares where I'm either in Atlantic City
New Jersey, or else I am in Philadelphia near the subway station at
16th Street, right outside Steve's stoop and apartment,
that I visited in 1974; the dude who was so infatuated with lovely
Patty Hollister H.H. But several nights back while standing right
there on Steve's stoop, alone but not lost; Sarah Callio Skunkbreath,
and Paula King Slimelips; suddenly a man walked up to me and asked
me if I had some change to spare. That is a typical occurrence in any
parallel world in any large city such as Philadelphia. I thought
Steve was around but he had disappeared back inside of his apartment
building. I went to dig into my pocket to give the beggar a few
quarters, and I pulled out a piece of paper that said and I quote,
“Your friendly prophet who comes to your
building will be punished for telling you too many things”.
The flip side of this small notebook pad sized white piece of paper,
said, “Gawky Gaukauk and another professor
friend of his, know many things, and you are not to tell Earthers
about what they've told you”. This was about three nights
ago. When I went to get up just yesterday afternoon at about a
quarter past noon, I fell back to sleep for five minutes or less, and
suddenly I saw these two professor entities from the Teck Bay Mystery
School of Province, Olympia, in the Purgatory (Astral-Plane). The one
who was not Gawki the panther cat, handed me another note on the very
same sized paper that also was white, and it said that, “Folks just
north by woust of Halloweentown, in a place called Embagalakatauke
City, will be very angry if I tell anything more”. I do not know
yet what they are referring to. I also remember the very top of the
paper page that was handed to me, and it had a name heading. It read
TECK BAY, Professor Luquilla Yazzatan. As I typed this out, and I
don't give a mother fucking rats ass who calls me a liar and refuses
to ever believe any of my wild tales; because Almighty Jehovah Pink
Goddess knows it is all true, but someone just struck my computer
with a really strange and wild hack. Suddenly the print was all weird
and arranged all fucked up. I had to reboot and repair a lot of the
shit that was effected, all the shit that was after the cut and
pasted or (CAPPED) Copyrighted junk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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. I am not sure about all of this punishment revelation,
but I do watch the news, and boy oh boy
do I get fucking paranoid as shit when wild bullshit starts happening
around me, big lovely 'O' WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEE,
and Wonderful Oprah
Winfrey (WOW)!!!!!!!!!! My mom
works too late, but thanks for the offer to watch your great
television show. I am quite sure my mom would thank you too from her
split jobs that I think you know about, Ricktown Manor Restaurant and
the shallow borderline area to the property over at the Humelon
Forest! This keeps her even busier than her Earthly life did over at
that Philadelphia shipping company. AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!
From
Cooley HHH to Patty HHH, 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 EXPLAIN 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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15, 2019 11:00 AM – Jul 22, 2019 10:00 AM
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am able to see your lovely moon, DIANA. Gee willagars and
jeepers-creepers to all ugly reptiles, eels, and gators!
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Well, I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic
City. Remember, I am the one in 1984 from Highland Avenue.
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MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print).
You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating,
and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out whoever
has STRUCK MY HEALTH
AND WHOEVER
IS MAKING MY LIFE A LIVING
HELL
SINCE 1986. 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.
THIS IS THE THIRD
TIME THE FIRE ALARM HAS GONE OFF TODAY, AND IT IS NOW 2:43 IN THE
MOTHER FUCKING MORNING, KIND SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR.
I THINK I WILL NEED
YOUR PROTECTION AGAIN IF YOU ARE ABLE TO SPARE IT.
THANK YOU, YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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