ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER
MARK
MUD, SECTION D3
2:06
P.M., Wednesday, July 31, 2019
Lightning
came over to visit with me around four this morning. She is beyond
beautiful with brilliant colors and lovely fractal patterns all over
the night skies. I cannot thank my baby blond enough for visiting
with me today. Yesterday, my next door illegals were annoying all
morning with loud doors and cluttering up the hallway with junk as
they do so often. Today it is my other TRIAD dirt balls, above me,
banging and making horrendous sounds. I cannot win around this
hellhole public housing nightmare place, and I guess I never could
and never can, so to quote Sir Chester-Frank from the bar that night
when Paul Pedersen and myself, and he were all having a non-alligator
blast with the team from Microsoft and their wonderful Spellchecker
system, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
attended the community town watch meeting yesterday after returning
from my local errands at the bank and the local shopping plaza where
I go to the Publix Grocery Store. Another Sir Chester-Frank
“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” if I may be so Heinz Gottwald Babylon
non baby-blond “permitted”, yo. TANKS, and a great big BERNIE
HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE BOOM!!!!
I
will now discuss a few things, and I'll need to lay a foundation
first, and to do this, we must copy in or CAP as Morianity puts it, a
little squib from an earlier blog taken earlier in the year. Gloss
over it and then proceed down to where I write in the words,
“GEE-WHIZ and GOLLLLLLLEEEEY MISTER PYLE”, in bright red ink.
Then we are going to take things a little bit further, yo yo yo yo yo
yo!!!
Tom
Glenn the great musical arranger who went onto do many great things
with his talents, even for the wonderful National Football League,
whom our great leader is determined to stick his nose so endlessly
into their bizz. But me pernt, Mister
Bunkerqueens sir is THISSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!! I wrote a nice
whittle tune about two months after I had written my first song as a
teenager, and this first one was, “That's The
Way It Goes”, and this second one that was written in middle
July, after Misses Kinsel had evicted me for shouting out curse words
and many complaints had come in, but that tune was called, “Burn
With Fire”. I wrote the goddamn song
hoping that Patty would sing it for me someday. She
never did, but that's the way it goes, I guess, pun intended.
So when the musical arranger, Mister Glenn, was over at my
apartment, #1802 Robin Hill, that day early in the year of 1981; he
was convinced that I was a cock sucking fagot, because the song
lyrics were written for a female vocalist. Many songs are
specifically written for a male or a female artist/vocalist to do,
and I was not by any stretch, the first person on this miserable ass
Earth-Planet, to do so, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!! But still,
he was convinced, and he let me know it. I could harp on and on with
all of these four items, but how about we just move it along and say
the brief basic stuff on each one, so we don't end up typing-reading
a hundred ass stupid pages of details that won't really matter to a
fucking soul by next week, yo? The second item here of these four, is
about the great disco diva, Mizz Donna Summer. Back as a teenager
when she was Donna Adrian Gaines, she went to Munich, Germany, and
she did a wild musical project that no one ever knew about, and no,
it wasn't very good, but anyone should have known it was her, and
yet, everyone told me, no Mark, it isn't her. BUTTERCHEESE
and BIG ASS BUTT MISTER FUCKING MICROSOFT SPELLCHECKER, I knew
what I knew, and I was proven right, back in 1995,
early in the year, by the world famous cable television channel,
“Arts and Entertainment” Channel,
now and for quite some time, just known as “A&E”.
Lots of
fantastic COP-SHOWS
are also on that great station, since just about all
the other stations removed these wonderful cop-shows. My
new absolute fave is of course, A&E's super great show,
“LIVE-PD”!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway, let's move mother fucking on here. On this one particular
show, it actually showed footage of the day
that Donna Gaines, B4 she was Donna Summer, doing that very
project, that I had, when I was given those wild records from
the RPL-Overage file, by Mister Mike
Walters, the company printer, back
in the year of 1980. I knew I was fucking right, but
nobody would believe me. BUT I WAS
RIGHT, and it WAS HER all fucking cunt along, yo yo yo yo
yo!!!! Then the third out of these four items would be THISSSSSSSSSS,
Mizz Susan Erica AMC Lucci Snakes, from 1983, 'SSSSSSSSSSSS'!!!! All
my life, I have met extremely and very unusually physically strong
females, fully grown, teenaged, and even pre-teens. I mean
these goddamn girls and women would have even made the great, and now
late, Mister fucking STAN
LEE
sit up and take major notice. But all my goddamn fucking life,
from my own parents, to everyone around me, told me, “Mark
you're an asshole because they're not strong”. I could blog
details, and tell literally dozens of tales
that are all true, so help me GODDESS SSJKK
and sworn under flag and citizenship and for that matter, under full
pain and penalty of Perjury!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I won't waste your
time on this one blog giving specifics. I could list shit from
heredahelda, however; and IPYT, me kind folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The most recent elucidation here was blogged many times earlier this
decade, and after I said something, the news people immediately
stopped showing the story forever. Until I made a deal of it and
blogged it, they discussed it quite a lot, so allow me now to refresh
some of the memories, especially Floridians, as this event took place
in fucking Florida. Anyhow, it seems that a
college boy had hired a prostitute to provide him with her feminine
duties, and when she had completed her services, he could not
or would not pay her. She killed him with her
bare hands, and she was a big powerful girl. I could say so
many things it isn't funny, but no one wil ever listen to my truths,
even WHEN THEY ARE RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM AND SIMPLY CANNOT BE
FUCKING CUNT DISPUTED, YO YO YO YO, ME BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Finally
folks, we come to item number four. Everyone or 99.99 percent of
anyone who reads this true and powerful Earth fucking shaking story
called Mountainpen's Morianity scoffs and laughs, and totally refuses
to believe a fucking word that I say. I could literally perform a
resurrection in front of them or jump right over Mizz lovely Jennifer
Washburn's Providence Road House in Atlantic City, and I am
disbelieved and ignored as if I am the epitome of the fucking Bubonic
plague. Again peeps, I know what gives here,
and I will type it in again, and again, AND AGAIN,
AND AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!! You most
likely already know how the next line reads, but look and verify it
if you wish to!
HALLS
FUCKING FAWCES! That's what
gives! “GEE-WHIZ and
GOLLLLLLLEEEEY MISTER PYLE”, let us move this further on
now, shall we peeps? We needed to go back into middle January and
refresh ourselves just a wee whittle bit, and now, without any help
from the great illustrious Jane bitCHWEEDS Microsoft, let's continue
onward, yo!
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MOST
CERTAINLY AND DEFINITELY
HAS
NOT
yet given up trying to tell the powerhouse story of MORIANITY. IPYT
(I PROMISE YOU THAT)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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PAULA DOESN'T LIKE IT AT ALL!!!!!!!!!!!
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forget about alligators, Mister
Microsoft Spellchecker. It's Paula King
that we all need to be concerned with here, yo yo yo yo yo!
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When you
open your eyes underwater, do you ever worry that you'll drown?
Well, I
did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one in
1984 from Highland Avenue.
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WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR AND THE
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PAULA DOESN'T
LIKE IT AT ALL!!!!
I
had left the 1802
Robin Hill Apartments
on the last day of January, moving into the Atco rental home on 1
February of 1983.
Yes this has indeed all been told over and over before kind folks,
BUTTTTTTTT, BIG ASS 2006-2007 BUTTTTTTTT; never put into true
perspective with all of the damn numerous connecting items and
situations, and for that matter, I seriously doubt that time will
ever permit all of that to be fully done in proper elaboration, yet
containing
easy English words that all of us use and hear every day,
so as to avoid lots of potential confusion and ambiguity, yo. So let
me lay down a few foundations here, peeps. First, you all know fully
well about how I was sitting in my apartment bedroom while still
residing at 1802 Robin Hill in Voorhees Township, NJUSAESMWG, and it
was some time in early
or middle October in 1982.
Suddenly, and for absolutely no rational or logical reason, I
heard words inside of my head
without any audible voice whatsoever, telling me, “Mark,
you just wait until the 4th
of next June rolls around, ha ha ha”.
Religious peeps like Jim Burr would insist that this was “demonic
activity”
and who's to ever say who is right or who is wrong, since not one
mother fucking person on this goddamn Earth-Planet can get up and
prove a damn thing scientifically about anything. We are literally
all a bunch of fucking five year olds playing a game in a large
closet after our parents have gone outside in the back yard to rake
leaves. When
I had left Robin Hill for this rental home in Atco, New Jersey, I had
just purchased a very strange machine called the PRIVECODE, invented
by the International Mobile Machines Corporation, later becoming the
InterDigital Corporation of today.
This machine was only used by a handful of peeps, and I was one of
those peeps. Also, it never caught on back in 1983. The makers of
this machine are part
of the Exploratronic Supermind Society, which
is a group of totally bizarre stealthy spirit-travelers, with
objectives and goals that are all merely part of a gargantuan sized
cosmic game. Also, a part of this entire mess is the BFA
and or the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE.
All of these things happened to me at exactly the same period and
circa of my life, between the age of 28 and the age of 29. These are
also two extremely powerful numbers for both myself as well as
humanity in general, that time simply won't permit me to even begin
to address right now on this goddamn fucking blog work. Inside of my
throat and my body is a connection-system.
I call it this because I have no better name for it. Sheriff,
I am going to call 911 and sign a complaint against these enemies,
BUTTERCHEESE
and BIG
ASS BUTT,
for right now; let me move into my continuation dissertation on this
particular blog, or to keep Erica AMC Spellchecker and the gang all
happy and wet here, thisSSSSSSSSSSSSS particular blog, yo yo yo, and
yes, this definitely pertains to my wonderful awesome Blogaudians,
whomever they truly might be, oh wonderful SHERIFF MASCARA, kind
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We
can always get back to Mister Jim Rockford, and his troubles, and
beat ups; as well as my own hell and nightmares, along with MY
GLANDULAR CHOKE STORY OF 1983,
AND HOW IT FITS SO WELL INTO ALL OF THE UFOLOGY AND ALL OF THE
HUNTINGTON FAMILY, and now, we will do just that!!!!!!!!!
So
am I saying that the chocking
mystery
is all connected up perfectly and completely, into Robin
Hill Apartments,
the RPL
Sound Recording Studio,
the strange music
curse of
all of the strange events claimed and told on nearly fourteen years
of blogged Morianity, and all the shit regarding Atlantic
City, the
peeps
there who
I have interacted with, in and out of the
casino world,
are all intertwined
and commingled with the 1983 chocking condition,
that was given to me mysteriously, on the night
of June the fourth in 1983, at half past ten at night,
while I was watching some dorky ass movie about kids making a
recording, while I was sipping on a soda, and eating some M&M
candies? Well, the answer to this would have to be a 100% unequivocal
and resounding 'YES', me' folks! To quote my extremely talented
daughter and her friends from that oh-nine movie DVD here, “Let's
explore thisSSSSSSSSS”,
Mizz Erica Cane AMC, without any breath echos or 1988 murders, oh
great and fucking cunt illustrious COPYRIGHT OFFICE!!!!!!!!
We
can begin by discussing how my blogs, a decade before the almighty,
marvelous, and beyond great, HA-HA-HA,
Sir Mister Prez D.J. Trump,
ever threw
his hat into the ring, for the job, in
the year 2015.
We all know I said all the things that have mother fucking come to
pass.
Deny
it all you want, and merely prove to history and the world and
humanity itself, that you're a quintessential asshole,
if that's what you like. Sawn you, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
We
all know that I told about all of this shit long
before it went down.
We need to begin here, before we even try opening up the major
fucking cans of worms and hornets nests, that will be soon to follow,
without question or hesitation, folks!!!!!!!! So
I now will CAP IN this little item,
and then we will move onward once more.
So here goes: Well, since these mother fucking diseased Atlantic
City nightmare jerk off scum bag sub-people and witches,
are determined to ruin, wreck, and utterly wipe out and fucking
destroy me, and think
they're all so cunt lapping above the law;
here will come a little bit of revenge. First with my MAGNESONIC,
and then with some more
powerful revenge-tattle-tailing
from my absolute best 'RATS-TATS-REAL
FOOTBALL'
DAYS OF NON LOVELY JESSICA
SIMPSON,
from my days of Jenny's,
you know, Trailer Park Jenny,
and don't bother flying around here as it won't prove a thing Jenny!
Let's get on with it, yo.
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WHO ARE TOO SCARED TO TAKE ON POWER STRUCTURES, TO EVER HELP POOR
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THE
BIGGEST POWER OF ALL IS PAULA KING
THE QUEEN OF BLUE, AND EVERY SINGLE 1985 COPYRIGHT EXAMINER KNOWS
THAT I AM SPEAKING WORDS OF MARCUCCI TRUTH AND
WISDOM HERE, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!
''AND
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WAYNE MOHR, (MOUNTAINPEN)
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Let's
discuss the subject of cowards: First, allow me to reboot, as the
black hat fucking jerkl off dirtbag computer hackers AGAIN have
knocked off my MICROSOFT SPELLCHECKER PROGRAM. I'll be right back,
Governor of California Terminator, not roller derby boyfried Jerry,
the 'other guv'!!!!!! The great TERMINATOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
the system is operational again. We are discussing the topic of peeps
like President Trump, “COWARDS”. They are real tough when others
are there to fight for and with them. Real mother fucking tough guys
when the odds are absolutely stacked in their favor and they simply
cannot win. The second they are all alone, if a nine year old angry
kid comes at them, they'll scream and cry and whimper like a fucking
helpless goddamn baby, yelling for their goddamn fucking whittle
mommies, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!! We all know the story of
cowards!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As soon as I disappeared just a couple of
years earlier, from the blog world, these fucking diseased pussy ass
cowards came out of nowhere and had numerous blogs on the internet
that I have done, removed, complaining about various things that they
never had the mother fucking balls to do if they thought that I was
active. This is the totally expected and fully anticipated behavior
of a COWARD. They also found a way to take link connections and
remove them from my blogs so they no longer were able to display nice
local pictures any longer, such as the Jupiter Beach Lighthouse, and
the Avalon Beach club of Fort Pierce, and I could go on and on. These
fucking diseased putrid cowards wouldn't act against me while I was
actively blogging, oh no, they had to wait and be totally absolutely
sure and positive that I was off the grid, before they took that
action against my blogs and MORIANITY; oh wonderful sir, SHERIFF
KENNETH J. MASCARA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AGAIN, these are the way COWARDS act
and operate, and it is always fully expected and anticipated
cowardly behavior, and it has a zero shock factor to it. The only
shock value would be if a COWARD were to ever grow half a fucking
pair of fun rock kahoney's, and actually come out from behind the
goddamn shadows, and behave like a brave person, instead of some
whimpering little fucking cry baby who can only strike when a brave
man turns his mother fucking back on him. We all know I speak total
truths here, and yes, WE
HAVE THE BIGGEST MOTHER FUCKING COWARD OF ALL, FOR OUR STINKING
ROTTEN PRESIDENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BUTTERCHEESE
and big ass BUTT, moving this still onward me peeps, the KING FAMILY
is a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE 2nd
place ribbon winning COWARD GROUP, hiding in the shadows AFTER WHAT
THESE TOTAL TURDS DID TO ME, ON ORDERS OF WITHER PATTY OR OUR
MISERABLE ROTTEN DAUGHTER, oh kind Sheriff KJM sir, yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Their distant cousin SIR
NON-KNIGHTED ROBERT MCGUIRE OF ATLANTIC CITY, BRUISED TURDSEY,
is another total COWARD. He acts all tough. Sure he fucking does. But
he damages my vehicle AFTER Ed Himacane Lynch and I walk up to the
boardwalk that day, and NAUT MIZZ AT&T 1983 BLAKE, while we are
actually sitting in it. He can clinch a great fist, but I dare that
mick fucking bastard to come down here to my town and pick a fight
with me, kind Sheriff. I know that you will very 'un-cowardly' lock
that bitch up in prison, JUST AS HE MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING
DESERVES TO BE IN PRISON for what he did, and not once, or twice, but
on several occasions, damaging my property and my vehicles while I
was in Atlantic City, huh Sir Brian Ross Nugget, speaking of Mizz
Naut-times, and Blake's!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!
You
know how peeps say, “You do the math”
?????????????????????????
Well, so do it!!!!
WEEK
0---THIS IS WHEN PEEKAY RAPED ME UNDER A.C.'s CENTRAL PIER.
JULY
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5-----WEEK
0
6
7 8 9 10 11 12----WEEK 1
13
14 15 16 17 18 19----WEEK 2
20
21 22 23 24 25 26----WEEK 3
27
28 29 30 31
AUGUST
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2----WEEK 4
3
4 5 6 7 8 9----WEEK 5
10
11 12 13 14 15 16---WEEK 6
17
18 19 20 21 22 23---WEEK 7
24
25 26 27 28 29 30---WEEK 8
31
SEPTEMBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6-----WEEK 9
7
8 9 10 11 12 13----WEEK 10
14
15 16 17 18 19 20----WEEK 11
21
22 23 24 25 26 27----WEEK 12
28
29 30
OCTOBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4--------WEEK 13
5
6 7 8 9 10 11-------WEEK 14
12
13 14 15 16 17 18-------WEEK 15
19
20 21 22 23 24 25-------WEEK 16
26
27 28 29 30 31
NOVEMBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1--------WEEK
17
2
3 4 5 6 7 8--------WEEK 18
9
10 11 12 13 14 15-------WEEK 19
16
17 18 19 20 21 22-------WEEK 20
23
24 25 26 27 28 29-------WEEK 21
30
DECEMBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6----------WEEK 22
7
8 9 10 11 12 13---------WEEK 23
14
15 16 17 18 19 20---------WEEK 24
21
22 23 24 25 26 27---------WEEK 25
28
29 30 31
JANUARY
1970
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3-----------WEEK 26
4
5 6 7 8 9 10----------WEEK 27
11
12 13 14 15 16 17----------WEEK 28
18
19 20 21 22 23 24----------WEEK 29
25
26 27 28 29 30 31----------WEEK 30
FEBRUARY
1970
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6 7------------WEEK 31
8
9 10 11 12 13 14-----------WEEK 32
15
16 17 18 19 20 21-----------WEEK 33
22
23 24 25 26 27 28-----------WEEK 34
MARCH
1970
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6 7-------------WEEK 35
8
9 10 11 12 13 14------------WEEK 36
15
16 17 18 19 20 21------------WEEK 37
22
23 24 25 26 27
28------------WEEK 38
29
30 31
I
never went to Atlantic City in 1969 on weekdays, as I never wanted to
miss seeing my very absolute fave television soap-show that was on in
the mid-afternoons on weekdays, called, “DARK SHADOWS”, aired on
the American Broadcast Networking system, or ABC. In my near-Philly
area up in southwest Jersey, that was on Philadelphia's TV-Channel
number-6. BUTTERCHEESE and yes, BIG ASS BUTT and but, I always went
to Atlantic City every Saturday and every Sunday by bus from my Pyle
Avenue Apartment, in Westmont, or Haddon Township, in New Jersey. It6
amazes me how I managed to block out two incidents, or really three
if we include PeeKay's Highview rape that day when
'maintenance man SAM'
asked me about my
“Goddess Girlfriend”
that day. I managed to block out the road trip that my Aunt Ruth
Huntington Gottwald took me on just shy of Christmas time in the year
of 1972, the bump on the head, under the pier, on the fifth of July,
that occurred three and a half years earlier, and even PK's latest
feat when I was in my early forties and living at the great
illustrious Highview Apartments, of where else now mind you, but
WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN, New Jersey??????????????? Hey, I watch fucking
television, and don't let my kid tell you how ignorant I am. That
title still goes to number 45 PREZ, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll say something else while we're still on the subject of fucking
ass ignorance. Take it not from me but the mighty and super great
“L&O” TV-SHOW. Really
goddamn innocent peeps would want to clear themselves.
The guilty's however, that's
another story entirely.
They only wish to remain endlessly hidden in the non-monster SHADOWS.
Tell that to the two great astronauts who first touched the surface
of lovely LUNA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
we are about to mother fucking embark on what the great almighty
dirtbag super king of the endless subskummite club MOST DEFINITELY
DOES NOT WISH ME TO MAKE REFERENCE TO OR DISCUSS AT ALL, EVER. This
is how the entire ugly rotten mess of all of this dogshit, ALL
TOTALLY FITS TOGETHER IN A PERFECT5 AND NON ARGUABLE WAY, YO YO YO YO
YO YO, OH GREAT SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA, DPA, SHERIFF KJM, SIR! I
needed to lay down the foundation on this blog, and now as the next
blogs come out, holy fucking Annabelle On Steroids or AOS for short;
like beyond super hyper ultra WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, lovely
great BIG-O. Yessss-mmmahm girl; this will get beyond great as these
blogs proceed onwards and upwards, and yes wonderful Oprah, and all
others out here, IPYT times ten quadrillion fucking percent!!!!
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The
absolute proof of my family is in that word in red that is fucking
underlined, and we all know it too, and that's the rub.
LIGHTNING
IS BEYOND BEAUTIFUL OUTSIDE OF MY WINDOW.
THANK
YOU LOVELY GIRL!!!!!
Yeah
peeps, as lovely Wendy from the great
illustrious Cooley Fooley non Cooley JJ Evans
High might say it, “I WISH, and yes,
I am kid DIE-NO-MIGHT”!!!!!!!!!! AHA THAT MMCNY!!!! Yessir,
I wish Lightning was around all the mother fucking time protecting
HER WHITTLE BOY from this endless death harassment and death siege.
Like WEEEEEE!
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to quote many people all over the world, from new kids to discovered
kids, in or out of town, WHAAAA, “HERE WE GO AGAIN, JOHNNY COME
FREAKING ASS LATELY, YO YO YO YO YO”
I
just crashed for absolutely no good logical reason, and
SHERIFF MASCARA, starting
at 1:17 this cunt chewing fucking ass morning, kind sir, this
death siege is starting up HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE, to quote
wonderful sir Senator Bernie Sanders!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is a
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The
freeze and crash on this computer was approximately 51 minutes past
one, but at 1:17, my COMCAST
FUCKING
CABLE
MODEM
TOTALLY CRASHED OFF, AND OUT OF SERVICE; NO
TV, NO
INTERNET, NO
PHONE. THANK YOU FOR HAVING
ANOTHER GREAT NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH MEETING AT 3 PM LATER ON THIS
AFTERNOON, AND YOU CAN BET A TRILLION FUCKING BUCKS SIR THAT I WILL
BE THERE; AND I AM GOING TO SPEAK OUT ABOUT ALL OF THIS CRIMINALITY
AND MAJOR UNSPEAKABLE ELDER ABUSE BEING DONE TO POOR FUCKING LITTLE
ME, YO!!!!!!!
Jul
15, 2019 11:00 AM – Jul 22, 2019 10:00 AM
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Microsucks
made mother fucking sure to screw me with the mother fucking side
screen prompt, that reads document eleven of eleven, and done
numerically, to remind me of monster slut, Mizz Stinkbreath Fonda
Dogshit. Here is my cunt phlegm rape shun or my (compensation), to
say it a bit more
Tommy Roe Jam and Jelly Politely, yo!!!!!!!!!!
Tommy Roe Jam and Jelly Politely, yo!!!!!!!!!!
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AND WOW, IS THIS DAY GOING SUPER FUCKING CUNT HUFFING BOTBAR;
SHERIFF K. J. MASCARA, ME' KIND WONDERFUL AWESOME
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tell the boys I'll see them in thirteen hours,
at three PEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WEEEEEE!
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When you open your eyes underwater, do you
ever worry that you'll drown?
Well, I did drown in 1995, in South
Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one in 1984 from Highland Avenue.
Copyright ©
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Just
when things are about as intense as they can get, the Milituforce is
magically making the Blogs Of Mountainpen, die off into that good
night, Mizz Nursing Irene!
NOBODY
BELIEVES IN INVISIBLE POWERS. Well, then go touch a 440
volt power line
or enjoy sitting at an X-RAY
machine
for a few hours. Yeah, you're all total idiots and assholes, but I
sure hope you are rooting for me a little bit, kind Sheriff KJM,
otherwise, maybe I'll just cut my wrist and croak in here tonight,
old pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lightning has told me that they're not
worth me mother fucking offing myself. These dirt-hole subskummite
mother fucking toilet sewage slurpers can
all GO TO DOGTOWN,
along with their ugly slob fat old worthless
mothers,
yo!
JULY
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5-----WEEK
0---WHEN PEEKAY RAPED ME UNDER AC CENTRAL PIER.
6
7 8 9 10 11 12----WEEK 1
13
14 15 16 17 18 19----WEEK 2
20
21 22 23 24 25 26----WEEK 3
27
28 29 30 31
AUGUST
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2----WEEK 4
3
4 5 6 7 8 9----WEEK 5
10
11 12 13 14 15 16---WEEK 6
17
18 19 20 21 22 23---WEEK 7
24
25 26 27 28 29 30---WEEK 8
31
SEPTEMBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4 5 6-----WEEK 9
7
8 9 10 11 12 13----WEEK 10
14
15 16 17 18 19 20----WEEK 11
21
22 23 24 25 26 27----WEEK 12
28
29 30
OCTOBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3 4--------WEEK 13
5
6 7 8 9 10 11-------WEEK 14
12
13 14 15 16 17 18-------WEEK 15
19
20 21 22 23 24 25-------WEEK 16
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27 28 29 30 31
NOVEMBER
1969
S.
M. T. W. T. F. S.
1--------WEEK
17
2
3 4 5 6 7 8--------WEEK 18
9
10 11 12 13 14 15-------WEEK 19
16
17 18 19 20 21 22-------WEEK 20
23
24 25 26 27 28 29-------WEEK 21
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DECEMBER
1969
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M. T. W. T. F. S.
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2 3 4 5 6----------WEEK 22
7
8 9 10 11 12 13---------WEEK 23
14
15 16 17 18 19 20---------WEEK 24
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22 23 24 25 26 27---------WEEK 25
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29 30 31
JANUARY
1970
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M. T. W. T. F. S.
1
2 3-----------WEEK 26
4
5 6 7 8 9 10----------WEEK 27
11
12 13 14 15 16 17----------WEEK 28
18
19 20 21 22 23 24----------WEEK 29
25
26 27 28 29 30 31----------WEEK 30
FEBRUARY
1970
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2 3 4 5 6 7------------WEEK 31
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9 10 11 12 13 14-----------WEEK 32
15
16 17 18 19 20 21-----------WEEK 33
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MARCH
1970
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2 3 4 5 6 7-------------WEEK 35
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Lightning
has come over to visit with me at nineteen minutes past two on this
horrible fucking day. Thank you lovely PINK GODDESS JEHOVAH SSK for
sending me my wonderful and awesome teen-queen. I really need
heredahelda and HER, Mister Mike Soft.
END
TRANSMISSION, YO YO YO YO!!!!
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
IS MAKING MY LIFE A LIVING
HELL
SINCE 1986, especially
concentrating
on people and forces behind my
misery this 2019 year.
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.
Another
morning of super loud hallway and
door activity. WEIN-SOSO-SSDD?
Oh boy!!!!! And yet another one on Saturday, BUTTTTT,
folks, I knew if I said that I stopped playing
hypothetical roulette, that I might just be able to cross
over the four digit total profit barrier, and yesterday, I managed
indeed to do so with a ninety dollar win on the $10 BBL.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. “This
is ridiculous”!!!!
“WOW
and how”, lovely 1979 Joanna. So sue me, Pee and Merry, as I may
not eat Mac and Cheese, but we sure sold it up at the old Harvest
Store, now turned into the UP Store, or the (United
Against Poverty)
charity, we all know and love, WEEEEEEEEE!!!! Yes I fucked up in my
addition, and meant to type in $1080, and NAUT $1,090. So
sahwee Mister Japanese World War ll Ambassador.
Just another one of Mister Mountainpen's famous numerous typo
glitches, yo. WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW,
BIG LOVELY-O.
I promise not to drown you in the sea, or burn the water tops with
glee. That was only meant for the mighty and endlessly scary
dual-witches from the illustrious and world famous ATLANTIC
CITY,
NEW
JERSEY,
DPA-ESMWG, FKA THE USA!!!!!! It amazes me how predictable SATAN is.
Sunday, when the loud door assault backed off of me, after a week or
two of the ILLEGAL
GUEST DOOR SLAMMERS
really pouring it mother fucking on me again; a different attack was
sent to me to
make up for the stopped door slams
all goddessdamn morning. First, Sheriff
Kenneth
J.
Mascara,
kind
sir,
there was a utility
attack,
with a loud illegal squealing sound blaring out over my landline
Comcast Cable telephone, around a quarter past eight on Sunday
morning, and then tonight around nine or so, another
mother fucking KITCHEN SINK ATTACK STRUCK ME,
where SATAN
somehow backed up the sink, and caused nasty water to come up
through a water tight sealed drain, that I purchased over at my
local Publix Store about seven years or so ago. When I was in my
kitchen around seven or so, the sink was fine, so it struck me
between about seven and nine of the cunt lapping clock, Sir Sheriff,
for about the seventh or eighth time now in the past two years when
it all began, Mizz S. Collins!!!!!!!!!
Yes
I fucked up in my addition, and meant to type in $1080, and NAUT
$1,090.
#29----6-4-5-5----+050----0940----$32.41
#30----5-6-3-5----+050----0990----$33.00
#31----3-7-6-4----+090----1080----$34.84
I
managed to finally legitimately cross beyond the three digit profit
barrier. I fully believe that this obstacle due to major MILITUFORCE
NEGAMAGGING,
would NAUT have been crossed if
I had NAUT totally LIED AND DECIDED TO SHUT UP. I
always come back eventually, to amend my temporary false claims, as
this is sometimes the only fucking way to obfuscate these horrendous
monstrous HALLS-FAWCES, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT,
keeping
my credibility or what little I seem to posses, is of the absolute
utmost fucking importance to me, or else
this blogging project is a total waste of time and sick joke
on fucking Mister endlessness Mountainpen, yo!!!!!!!!! Hey, all I
want is peace, and to be left alone by these monsters and witches up
there in goddessdamn Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA. The hell with
Santa Claus, my two front teeth, or the great know-it-all, Mizz
Halloween-H.H.-Hollister!!!!!!!! Let's both be real bad people, huh
Merr????? All
I want is peace, and to be left alone by these monsters and witches
up there in goddessdamn Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA. The hell
with Santa Claus, my two front teeth, or the great know-it-all, Mizz
Halloween-H.H.-Hollister!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SUP
THESE DAYS; HOWARD SOLOMON?
Would
you still call me a schmuck if you were here?
So
why is SATAN doing all of these horrible mother fucking monstrous
things to poor old little me, after-all that has to be the
sixty-four trillion dollar question for all of humanity by now, or
else by some future date? Well peeps, before we can answer this or
even hope to answer thisssssssssss, Mizz gorgeous Susan Lucci Erica
Kane Snakes from 1983 and the great AMC-TV-SOAP; we need first to
qualify what SATAN or who SATAN actually is in REALITY!!!!!!!!! Many
will scoff at me for even making this incredible attempt, but I feel
that I am both able and qualified to do this, so bare with me if you
will, kind and unkind folks, and all BLOGAUDIANS in general, as
here we go!!!!!!
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!!!!!!!
CHRIS,
ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD
CHAPTER
5
My
nabes are very fucking cunt annoying again, and bringing me lots of
their dirt bag fucking roaches also. I hear bangs all over the place.
They slam their fucking bathroom doors closed, and it makes a similar
loud fucking sound, as slamming entrance doors do. I think I
have a lot of new jerk offs around me, and they are dirty pigs, like
those Dellway Arms fuckiGN dirtbag nabes, the PIGGER-BACKERS,
back in 1972-1975, after that nice lady who originally
lived above me moved out, Mizz Joan Larosa, in
Oaklyn, No Joysey, USA! Oh the dam ass gods; does some cosmic
fuckiGN force hate my cunt chewing bastard pathetic little screwed up
dam ass guts, YO PEEPS!!!!
It
rained all day, and it was raining hard a couple hours ago. I am
about to retire for the night, and it is 11:40 in the Post Meridian.
The computer hackers won't ever fucking let up or relent a little
bit. Their fave-hack is the space bar bullshit fucking hat, and it is
always active, even if I do not mention it on blogs, YO!!!! Theses
diseased mother fucking toilet water guzzlers got to Eddie Himacane's
laptop computer too, even though the dumb ass insisted it was my
imagination or me being ignorant. He was fuckign ignorant, not me, as
I know what I know, and I won't let anyone tell me that I don't, not
the President, not the Pope, not my mighty transdimensional
PHASE-4-CUZZ Shorty MacInvondi, not my great daughter, and certainly
no one else. I may not be some fuckign gifted genius such as she is,
but as I said, and reiterate, “I KNOW WHAT I KNOW”!!!!
AND
THAT'S JUST REALITY, SON!
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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But
she did and she is Almighty Jehovah, and I absolutely know this to be
factual. As for her very fave-game, “GTNOFG”, it isn't all that
difficult to figure this out. She wants me to
start wondering who is and who IS NOT
a Type-3-exploratron, as well as
a Phase-4-Entity, such as
Cuzz-Trump. I've got your number, lovely teen queen of eternity, and
it is not 231, but 00 when viewed on its side and without any space
in-between the digits. How do you say this, Sir Chester-Frank,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE? Fine, then let's say it, YO, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Now
how do we accomplish such a seemingly fucking herculean task, you may
just be wondering, or maybe you're not, as how can I fucking know
this for dam crissake, YO????
Powerful
illusion, or spiritual maya, as many great ancient eastern religions,
and philosophies teach; is surrounding us all. It is sort of
intentionally built into the system, as we seem to have a creative
force who discourages us from getting close to knowing it all, unless
along with that knowledge and wisdom, comes the ability to appreciate
right from wrong on some ultimate level, and be sufficiently
enlightened to a necessary point, where
absolute power WOULD NOT CORRUPT US absolutely. This
is what PINK GODDESS taught us, through
the very same way that our great bible got written and penned
by human hands, but influenced from beyond this realm, on invisible
levels, and in this case; from the exploratron who was controlling
the great writers and creators of the STAR TREK shows, and the one
near th every beginning of it all back in 1966, called, “Where No
Man Has Gone Before”. Now from unraveling this one tiny mystery,
look at the great lesson that I have claimed to have learned, and
that went over the rest of humanity's head. But this was not MY
DOING, but Almighty Jehovah, by way of her fantastic GTNOTG GAME,
(Guess The
Name Of
The Guests)!!!!
Someday soon, for my own record and screw whoever is or is not up
here getting the education of the fuckiGN cunt millennium, get into
the powerful shit from the first week in June
in 1980, and the great LOVE IS
FOR CARPENTERS
dreaming-interaction, when Almighty PINK GODDESS sang this to me from
her great Holy City of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL.
I already know that the great one and only Mister Kenny Rogers knows
a lot more about all of this than just his old flame from his boyhood
days, up in Warren Grove, New Jersey. You know SJK abnd I know you
do, Kenny. We can burry Superman and all of the great heroes, but not
th egreat SSJKK! I wish that someday, you'd come forward and make my
true story gain the needed dam credibility it must some day, if this
dam world is to survive extremely turbulent times that are both
imminent, and very soon to come, most likely in about 25 months now.
The last possible generation of biblical terminology is 70, and 70
plus 1948 is just less than one Adele from now, huh all great number
loving artists out there?
The
GAWNUM can take us all to unfathomable truths, but without SSJKK's
great game of 'GTNOTG', what good is
half of reality, perfectly accurate as it may be? If I saw how the
great SYFY SHOW, STAR TREK, was used by the Almighty
Pink Goddess
that I may call Alpigo for short, since
this name is special between us, as it, just as with
LOIS FOCA, takes the first two letters of those three words,
and makes this one name; then what will I unravel and begin to see,
kind folks, once I begin applying the rules to HER great game, on so
many other people and things in my 61 years of life as present-me,
Mark Wayne mountainpen Mohr, and yes, it is nearly half past 12 now
on December 4, so I am turning age 61 years on this date? Where will
it endocrinologists, or said without any prompting from
smart-programs-Microsoft, WHERE WILL IT ALL END????
Fucking
Disasterface Thistleweeds Sleazedisease Jane, just fuckiGN nailed me,
at page eleven of eleven, so I must now compensate with my FIVES
counter-strike, folks, YO!!!!
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I
fuckiGN hate your guts Jane for what you did to me at that god dam
fuckign baseball park back in god dam
1993!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW---WOW---WOW---WOW!
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TRANSMISSION.
CHRIS,
ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD
CHAPTER
4
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It
rained the entire time that I drove to my nut job clinic to see my
Counselor, Jane. She is a very nice lady who really understands some
of the things about me that I admit, because I am inside of my own
self, do get past me; you know, the old forest from the trees deal?
Well; I know, whether you do or not! WO.
Notice
how on the other blog, Chapter-3, I was somehow hacked, and I could
not post up any part of my typed in sentences, that asked my local
sheriff to be watching out for me as much as possible while out
today; and he DID A FANTASTIC WONDERFUL JOB, may I add. But I did
have to type this directly onto the Blogger Dot Com block. It would
not paste up without what I have come to name, as I have a name for
each and every hack that the Milituforce
enemies give to me and my P.C.,
the RH or the Redact-Hack. This
is because it looks exactly like what one might expect to get if they
sent a request into the government, for some information, and then
were even lucky enough to hear back from them; all
hacked out with black rectangles, just like you will find on
my blog on Chapter-3, and folks, I am not doing this. I swear to this
under my God, my nation, and my good name; legally on my sworn oath,
under full penalty of perjury charges, should you prove me to be
lying. I am not lying! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
'Hello' to all those wonderful folks
in the land down under, where
the women roar, and the men thunder. Boy that was a wild song,
back around choke-year somewhere; you know, 1983. Well, it could be
worse, Mister Abraham Lincoln-16-P. Gawnum or no Gawnum, he was a
great man, and my personal fucking hero, YO. He also was our
sixteenth president, of these great United States. I never said I
don't love my mother fuckiGN country; ladies and gentlemen. Present
government needs to be major downsized, and obey its self; you know,
'we the people'. But the dam lobbyists and billionaires scum of the
MacInvondi Transdimensional Societies, the planet over; see to it
that this doesn't happen. One bigger and more important example
than bank failures and bailouts and all of that would be obvious to
anyone who turns on any electronic device, and that is the dam gun
issue. I won't even get started. And who the fuck would want to hear
a dam thing I say anyway, even though you all know, I know shit about
shit, that no normal human could possibly know. Oh well, 'SAY LEVY',
in or out of great nations such as France, YO! May Goddess truly
bless this really messed up planet of ours, peeps! It truly can
always be worse, Sir Abe. I'll keep the great family secrets, for
anyone related who just might know. And know, Copyright Office; that
I only scratched the tip end surface of shit on my
1994 book about all of that, called, 'The
Permission Barrier'.
Jim
Burr knew some shit that went beyond Morianity but he didn't know one
powerful piece of Newsy Nastiness, on or off of golden mountains, and
very young coal miners from early in 1987. He was clueless to how I
now remember being told one thing that meant absolutely nothing to me
back in 1974, and I shuffled that memory of this, far away, and very
deep down under; maybe half way to great Australia, Mister Lex Loo
Thor; huh old buddy! Tell Will Smith to “get in the fuckiGN
elevator”! Oh yes, he was as clueless as good old wonderful cool
Poolroy-95! Or was Poolroy really so clueless, as I begin reflecting
back now, in a new and more enlightened personal hindsight, YO? Say
it Mommy Dear and Moomy Deaest, YO, as it is very proper and fitting
right about now, “Boy oh boy oh boy oh boy”! Yeah Jimmy;
Mister MacInvondi has boats and cars and planes, and a lot of other
things, but only when he merged with the rest of the great
Macy-Bunch, did he have access to the magical mastering machine,
called by me in partial jest, the RUSS-15-Dublow. Take better care of
it, says the great repair shop off of 95, back late in '80. Jesus, I
must have done something right. Gold fate my ass, Mister
Deathblow Merker Microsoft. You and me really know some
wild mother fuckiGN shit, don't we NYU-Professor? ONE
BIG BANG; huh Listener Theresa? Midge; tell my kid to take
real good care of you. I really loved that dam dog, YO.
All
I ever wanted out of life, Bob McDowell, and Bob Andrews, was a
little peace, quiet, and tranquility. All I ever got was being
misunderstood, robbed blind, ripped off, treated despicably and
ferociously by horrendous, incorrigible trashy world owners, who
think their vomit smells like pudding, and everyone else's rose
gardens smell like rotten infected fuckiGN shit sewage. But all that
aside, if we move from the third to the dam fifth dimension, the real
shit begins to surface. Most folks could never do this in a thousand
years, so why even type another fuckiGN dam word,
BRAHHHHHH????????????????
Back
in 1977, I met a real jerk off named Jan, who did sound recording,
and thought he was a little god, at the age of twenty-nine. He had a
little studio in a music store in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, where I
did a total of five songs between 1977 and 1980; and he did such a
rotten job, that Howard Solomon at the RPL Studios in Camden, New
Jersey, reworked the mixes to make them a little more alive and a
little bit better. This made Jan so crazy when he soon came to learn
about it, I thought he and President Jackson were both going to go
out in the woods behind the nearby race track, and duel it out with
me, with old Civil War dueling pistols. There is so much more to this
that it would fucking take years to tell it all. This person's name
was given to me in 1975, by Robert Andrews and Albert Pileggi, one
night in the basement owned by the parents of Albert Pileggi, in
1975; less than two blocks away from where I had attended two years
of junior high school, at the Haddon Township High School, in
Westmont, New Jersey, USA-ES-MWG. Studying symbolism around me all of
my life since I first met Sarah on Tennessee Avenue, in Atlantic
City, New Jersey USAESMWG, around the age of ten years; notice the
ANDREWS name being something that seems to pop up somewhere between
major and beyond normal statistical averages. I won't even start to
anger a lot of super-girls, sharks, teases, movies, people, job site
locations, and so much more. I am too fragile and way to old, and
puny, and soft, to get the crap kicked out of me, by all these rotten
potential enemies. This dude with this studio called, MAXFIELD, after
my situation with the MILITUFAWCES
all got going, and super 'twisted-sister-nasty'; this fine
'gentleman' suddenly decided to get his trading license, and he
became a stock broker; and moved out west to fucking California, with
Governors I'll Be Bahk, and Roller Derby Brown; right Leo
Quiggley???????
What
you do not know is that this connection to stocks, as well as Arty
Singer's son who was my own stock broker for several years a while
ago, Richard Singer; Arty wrote the hit rock and roll song we all
know and love, called, ''At The Hop''. This was the man who with
his associate back in 1995, during my Haddonwood days, and
right after meeting up with Poolroy, as I will call this really wild
cool dude; did something to me, that has no earthly explanation. He
would not let me trade with him and his firm, after trading with him
upon numerous occasions, when he was with other larger outfits; even
Merrill Lynch Pierce Fenner and Been, in the autumn of 1979. He and
his pal had some lame excuse of setting up the account in a way that
I could not make a dime no matter what, and this
was a year where nobody but NOBODY COULD LOSE IN THE FUCKING STOCK
MARKET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My
mother and I lost 900 dollars
while all those around me everywhere were making tens of thousands of
dollars. It was a total set up. The
one good trade I got into, he insisted I get out of, and into
a different one, that lost for me, but generated
for him a double commission; and this is of course where
stock brokers truly make their money. One percent of these rat
bastards are really able to make money in the market with their own
real trades, and just take a few extra profits by generated
commissions, from their clients. But this story cannot end yet,
because in the very early autumn in 1979, I am
the reason for the second gold rush in this nation, only this
time, it did not involve minors, miners, goldmines, mountains, or
songs, or stories, or sagas of these stories and songs; oh great
mighty PAULA and ANN KING, of Atlantic City, and WAYV-FM Radio. Here
is the beginning of my woes with WALL STREET, as the rumors
are, and always will fly around, like Poolroy and his fantastic
Gravigain Hypertronic invention, that he left to me one day, in the
pool of Haddonwood Swim Club; and then he left this world about seven
years later almost to the day. Not one of these things can be fact
checked on the internet. Only I know these things. If it makes
anybody out here feel like a hero, to accuse me of being the
quintessential liar of century-21; then you just fucking go right on
ahead with that!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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