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2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
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2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)
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Every
single day this week, the enemy neighbors next to me have
banged doors and hammered on the walls early in the morning, waking
me up. All three TRIADS
have been a royal pain in my 'bloobadee butTERCHEESE
butt' also, for several weeks. Sometimes they actually seem to
vanish, or their ILLEGAL
GUESTS
DO ANYWAY. But that is getting to
be a rare freaking occasion these days at least since the 2019
summer started. Now here is the 'TWC' weather report as of 1:02 Post
Meridian (PM) today, from the wonderful marvelous “THE
WEATHER CHANNEL” Cable-TV system:
TEMPERATURE-------------------89
SKIES-----------------------------------SUNNY
PERCENT
HUMIDITY-------------60
HEAT
INDEX----------------------98
WINDS-------------out
of the SW at 10, no-GS
AIR
QUALITY IN TOWN: GOOD
PREDICTION
FOR AREA: HIGH OF 90 WITH 50% CHANCE OF TH STORMS & RAIN
Diana
came over to visit me within minutes of posting up yesterday's blog,
AGAIN. SHE has taken really great care of her little
boy this summer, here in my town. I LOVE YOU SO VERY MUCH MY
WONDERFUL BEAUTIFUL COIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HERE COMES THE
TRUSTWORTHY (`~HACK)
AGAIN TOO, YO!!!
Within
the past hour I have received several death angel passes, some on my
left side and others on my right side. Mortimer
Mortino the ANGEL OF DEATH
has been really major bad recently, especially all throughout
this year and this summer, big hyper ultra super time, yo yo yo yo yo
yo, Sheriff KJM, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Albert
Einstein the great thinking mind is always going to be known most for
his great formula that states that mass times the square of the
constant equals energy. No one thinks about the mathematical inverse
to that wonderful formula, even though it totally answers the
questions and fears that have plagued humankind for thousands of
years. Other things that this mighty mental giant man was known for
saying are that god doesn't throw dice with the cosmos, and also that
the true definition of insanity is when we expect things to be
different while we keep on doing the very same thing. This last thing
is what I wish to harp on for a few minutes right now, peeps,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
was on my telephone talking to Jim Burr back in the autumn of the
year 1976, from my apartment at the Carriage Lamp Apartment
Complex, in Clementon, New Jersey, that later on for reasons that are
quite cosmic I AM SURE, became the NEW YORK
APARTMENTS. There was no rational reason for naming an
apartment garden type complex that was 80 or more miles away from NEW
YORK, by that name. Now as for Carriage Lamp, that too was a fairly
wild and interesting name. Later still after NYA, it was renamed
other names. You never could miss these signs, posted at the entrance
to their property, while driving down Route 30, AKA in No Joysey
(NJ), the White Horse Pike. So one day while on the phone with Jim
from the computer school at the 1 Cherry Hill Mall Building, who I
met in June of 1973 while going
for my degree in the field of Computer Programming, there at the
Professional Careers Institute; we were
saying how the very same things, and very bad things, just endlessly
appeared to CONTINUE around me, and this word 'CONTINUE' back then to
a young lad in his early twenties, meant an entirely different thing
than it would mean to me now at nearly age sixty-five years, which I
will be on 4 December, later on this miserable hellish nightmare year
of 2019!!!! I was almost shouting the word 'CONTINUE'
over and over,m and it was as if I was losing my sanity because no
matter what I ever did or tried to do, things just endlessly
persisted in one hellish non-stop direction, and nothin whatsoever
could seemingly ever stop this, whatever it was, you know, these
forces, these HALLS FAWCES
that somehow and for some invisible reason, were all around me, and
totally against me. Before taking this onward, in
my great 1994 book called, “The
Permission Barrier”, I fictionally renamed that computer
school at the Cherry Hill Mall Office Building, the ACI, and
pronounced the AKKI, shortened for the American Careers Institute of
Cherry Hill. To say that this nightmare of running endlessly for a
light that never would go on, in a pitch black Devils Cave,
Allentown, Pennsylvania Dorney Amusement Park room, does not do one
small bit of justice to this unfathomable and absolutely
inconceivable nightmare on triple steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This
hellishness HAS CONTINUED ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND
ON, with no let up or mercy,despite thousands of Christians praying
for my endless awareness (soul), and numerous and countless other
things where others have indeed attempted to intervene in this.
Unless I can get some Senator Sanders totally 'HUUUUUUUUGE'
UFO CLUB interested in my TRUE HELLISH STORY someday, I
am FOREVER AND ENDLESSLY SCREWED WITH A CAPITOL 'S'!
Last
night while watching my fave law show and many many other's fave too
I'm quite sure, the one and only great and powerful NON-OZ (LAW
& ORDER), the MILITUFORCE
kept striking my mother frikkin' television's audio and cutting off
the right channel. I will contact the BOARD OF
PUBLIC UTILITIES, and complain and scream, if this does not
stop. This happened to me back a lot in 2016 when dirt bag
distant-CUZZ DJT
had thrown his hat into the ring, for the United States
Presidency!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sheriff Mascara, if he floods
my damn apartment again with his ILLEGAL
ICPE-APE-TECH; him and his rotten evil
criminal henchmen, Sheriff SIR; I will be forced to really do some
amazing things to this entire planet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am
totally sick and tired of this goddessdamn lousy rotten endless damn
ass persecution and harassment, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEE. I need not go as far as
introduce CUZZ LT to her fourth CUZZ MC, as I know other huge things
that can be done on a tiny little tape recorder, such as record OTHER
DREAM MATERIAL and just watch the weather go nuts and the people all
die-die-die, SVU HOLE DRILLER LBI HYPERSPACE ELLIOT STABLER. Some
might say, oh well, at least it's not LBJ. As for me, I liked all
those old guys up there in Crapitol Kill. The new ones, that is kind
of another matter. Only a very few great men and women now sit up
there in the capitol. WOW, huh BIG-O???????????
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 113-116---D
HOW
'BOUT H-A-L-L-S----F-A-W-C-E-S????
Holey
Moley, this grumpy old man wants to die a nice quick death, boom.
I'll take a drive by, a bomb through the window, a ten point seven
quake under my building, or anything that will let me out of this
horrible prison within seconds. GET THAT, in
or out of 1982?
People,
my life totally S---U---C---K---S!!!
People,
my life totally S---U---C---K---S!!!
People,
my life totally S---U---C---K---S!!!
People,
my life totally S---U---C---K---S!!!
People,
my life totally S---U---C---K---S!!!
People,
my life totally S---U---C---K---S!!!
People,
my life totally S---U---C---K---S!!!
Hay
I
was just following Ziggy's advice
from two weeks earlier, you know, “Go
home, go home”.
I even told my mom that this is the last time I was ever going up to
that time place, no more dog walks, no more fence encounters, and no
more constant relatives, Mister Al Stein. My best to your Princeton
Park pal, Dad, owner of the Island-Universe
Diners of Akoslem City, Inc.
Yes,
in the purgatory, there are corporations, and markets traded as well.
Just not in either Dogtown,
or the great Holy City; the capitol city of Province Olympia; known
as Sahasra
Dal Kanwal,
that mortals call on waking world Earthly existence, “HEAVEN”.
Province Olympia is the capitol, yes; but even a capitol needs to
have a capitol. The Astral Plane is so large when you appear to exist
there, that no words can even give it mental form, and no numbers
could arrange to make sense of it. Yet when we are awake in the
hyperspace, we see this plank,
visualized as a dot so tiny; that it would make the point from a
sharp needle compare to be as infinitely greater in size, than a
universe. These great overseas particle accelerators or Collider's
for short are always there, ever attempting to peer into the plank
domain. Our dreams here, out and away from there, are why we have our
yet unknown forces of dark energy bursting out from the plank, our
dreams or gateways into the virtually limitless hyperspace. Then
concentrically, we have those forces of dark matter, where all of our
hyperspace dreams end and we awaken back as we truly are in the realm
of plank, or spirit-energy. This is why things appear to both be
blowing out as well as falling back, endlessly, in a cycle so
inconceivable to the greatest scientific minds of the world as of
2015, that further attempts by me to talk about it just proves me
out, as the quintessential dam fool of the cosmos. My father's diners
are beyond any words. The booths and stools are a bright pea green
with colors mixed into that color that could not be fathomed by
waking world mortals in a trillion dam eons. He wants me to work with
him on expanding these diners out beyond Ricktown and deeper into
Province Olympia. Maybe I will do this eventually. The Plank Realm is
unlimited interaction. If you want to do something, doing it is the
same point to the precise reflection, as thinking it. I know it is a
wee much to ask you to grasp some of my memories in my Astral-Life.
But hay, I am just dreaming right now in physicality that I am Mark
Wayne mountainpen Mohr, and I want to get out of this shit so dam
badly. Maya is so powerful and makes us totally believe while in
hyperspace, that this is all that is real, and anything else is a
delusion or a mind fixation resulting from fear of extinction. Those
few however who have died and been brought back, or some of them
anyway, do indeed know that I am right and that this is all true.
Illusion seems to be the weapon used by many evil Astral-Plane gods,
that Bible Believers call DEMONS. Words are words, and the truth is
the truth. So WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
MAY
5, 2015, AKA SINK-OH-DUH-MY-AH, HUH CHICKY?
TUESDAY
AFTERNOON AT 1:13, JANE SKANKFACE,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 74 DEGREES FNHT.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE------------(H-73/L-78).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 88%, FEELING 78 DEGREES.
WIND
IS E AT 10, WITH A SMALL GUST TO 27.
Run
For The Roses
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
We
all know that in my head, are enough secrets, to make more trouble
than Carter has peanuts on his rotten old farm.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT; Daddy and Dawnie,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!
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JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, SECTION-T3
12:02
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AFTERNOON
15
AUGUST, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)
Hey
I happen to really enjoy that wonderful television show called,
“Judge Judy”, and this is not a put down, but I do
know that people who have a lot of doe, are very unsympathetic
towards those who would absolutely qualify as 'have-not'
folks. They believe that money can
just be gotten, we all heard it before; get a job, work
you lazy prick; and other such terms of
endearment. How about the multitudes who cannot work or do
anything else for that matter, because INVISIBLE
FAWCES FROM MISTER HALL ARE ALWAYS THERE, and
relentlessly destroying our lives, NO MATTER HOW FRIGGIN' HARD
WE EVER TRY, FOR DAMNASS CRISSAKE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, SHERIFF
MASCARA, KIND SIR BRO??????!!!!!!!!!!! IT IS
MY TRIAD NABES FROM DOGTOWN AKA
(HELL), who are bringing me these
endless RODENTS and ROACHES, and
I fully and totally know this to be true, sir, and it is NOT FAIR,
SIR!!!!!!!!!! Judge Judy on the TV,
would shout out, “MOVE”. Well
lovely Judy, mahm; your honor; I wish I could!!!!!!!! We
all don't have money and it takes money. We all don't have
opportunity in this horrible NEW POST
REAGAN AMERICA nation that I am forced to exist in,
and on top of that, be plagued with relentless persecution from
invisible powerful enemies, called the
MILITUFORCE by
Mountainpen's Morianity!
Every single friggin' day, 'HAMMERING
HARRIET' FROM NEXT DOOR IN UNIT NUMBER 605, WAKES ME UP
EARLY, WITH HER INCESSANT DOOR BANGING, AND LATER ON, HAMMERING,
HAMMERING, AND MORE GODDESSDAMN HAMMERING ON MY FREAKING
WALLS!!!!!!!!! What a mother freaking nut case, or is she?????? I
don't happen to believe that for a single ass seck, Sheriff, sir. I
believe that she is in there doing everything that she can TO
MAKE MY POOR ELDERLY LIFE JUST AS TOTALLY MISERABLE AS SHE CAN,
SHERIFF, SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just because I did not come up here to blog
yesterday, does not mean that this wicked bitch over there wasn't
doing it yesterday too, because she was, YO.
It is every single friggin' day without let up or mercy, kind SHERIFF
MASCARA, SIR, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
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YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“IT
IS WHAT IT IS”,
SO IF IT AIN'T BROKE, I HAVE NO INTENTIONS OF FIXING IT!!!!!!!!!
THURSDAY,
AUGUST 15, 2019
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IT NEVER EVER STOPS IN THIS TOTAL ROACH INFESTED SHITHOLE, COUSIN
TRUMP SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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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 ALL DEATH
PERSECUTERS, that are viciously persecuting
me,
on this death siege of 13-14-15
AUGUST, IN 2019.
You will be using your
MAXIMUM
POWER on a
crush-destruct order, under
GENERAL-ORDER-189. SCAN
FOR WHOEVER ASSAULTED MY BODY WITH DEATH BEAMS LAST NIGHT, AND SCAN
MY ENEMY NABES IN UNIT #605 WHO PERSECUTE ME EVERY SINGLE DAY WITH
NON-STOP LOUD NOISES! 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
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Sheriff
Kenneth J. Mascara, kind sir; I HAVE FALLEN UNDER A BEYOND
INCONCEIVABLE MAJOR FULL BLOWN UNFATHOMABLE THERMONUCLEAR ATTACK
FROM THIS DISEASED WICKED EVIL CORRUPT ROTTEN MILITUFORCE on this
cunt lapping mother fucking diseased July 1,
2019!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ONLY
MOTHER FUCKING GAMES can
explain why an innocent fucking person
such as myself IS CHOSEN
by these FAWCES, for absolutely
no apparent reason, and made to suffer
through an entire LIFETIME
of endless
horrendous dogshit on
goddamn steroids!!!! A
major mother fucking event happened to me today, MISSING
TIME. This is a major part of the UFO
phenomenon, as well as all of the
studies into the supernatural,
paranormal, occult
(HIDDEN) topics of the EARTH-PLANET
ever since humankind has managed to crawl out of the oceans!!!!!! Let
us just take a few things, despite Almighty
Knowitall Egg Harbor City, New Jersey, Divided Parties of
America, ESMWG, Mizz Terry Scatterbrain
Egghead, and examine them in light and in lieu of what I
have said so far on this blog from total fucking cunt eating DOGTOWN
(HELL)!!!!!!! The very same FAWCES
that got those RPL
fucking OVERAGE
FILE
RECORD
ALBUMS
to end up at the end of October in the year 1980, in my living room
apartment, at 1802 Robin Hill, in Voorhees, NJDPAESMWG, ARE THE VERY
EXACT SAME FAWCES, Mister Hall sir, that are causing my NABES FROM
HELL to this very day and hour, forty years fucking cunt later
up here in the future from back there, to persecute and harass me to
death, as they did to me on this monstrous fucking horrible July 1,
2019 DAY FROM DOGTOWN ITSELF!!!! Yes there was no missing time today,
BUTTERCHEESE and BIG ASS BUTT YO, there was shit so horrible that
THIS WAS THE CUNT CHEWING ABSOLUTE MOTHER FUCKING WORST
HORRENDOUS DAY IN THE LAST TWENTY YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here
is what was done to me today, SHERIFF
MASCARA, me' kind awesome wonderful sir, YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
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ONLY
MOTHER
FUCKING GAMES
can explain this whole ugly rotten diseased mess straight out of the
gates, quite literally, and yes Spellchecker, thermonuclear gates of,
DOGTOWN, so let's discuss this dog stench for a while,
peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Remember back when my blogs were new in
2006 and 2007, while blogging using the laptop belonging to Mister
Eddie 'Himacane' Lynch, and I would type things such as two and it
would come out 'tow', or use and it would come out 'sue' or games of
the gods, and it would come out as 'gasme' which is merely games
scrambled up alphabetically, yo? Still we're lerft to ponder and
wonder and query on the concept here of 'GAS
ME',
since someone
may have done just that on June the 4th
in the year of 1983,
while I resided in that house of quintessential mystery. Owned by
real estate investor Mister Jerry Pliner, at 134 Norris (kicker
garages) Avenue, in Atco, NO JOYSEY, DPAESMWG! As I typed that out,
the old 'space-bar-hack'
was given to me making the words all weird and in need of repair.
Still, this is a large wild crazy ass world, and quite an amazing
place too. Still, in all the online cyber village called INTERNET, I
am just about positive that there is no other writing anywhere that
tells the truth about the gods and their games, and the reasons for
them, which is of course, a distraction for them, away from the
HELLISHNESS
of ENDLESSNESS.
This is a very major deal, because it is a GIGANTIC
FRICKIN' SECRET,
and has been covered up a long time, until
my MORIANITY has come along TO EXPOSE IT,
YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!
A
moron who is stoned to dog stench on loco-weed knows that the stuff
that happened to me at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, was nothing more
than all a HUUUUUUUUUUGE non Senator B.S. integral part
of the GASME (GAME OF THE GODS).
Let's
play their own game here, and call their games, the 'GASME',
as I've done now for quite some freggin' time, yo. My four demo
tapes, the phono-records found at the studio attic, the way the near
car crash somehow rearranged the pile of vinyl-33's so that I would
most definitely listen to several of them out of fifteen or more
dozen total of them, and so on. All the stunts pulled on me by
John King and his daughter Paula, in Atlantic City,
and all the other nightmarish crap that seems to somehow tie in
together from Atlantic City; is
really just a great big HUUUUUUUUGE GASME,
and it only makes sense to the COINS
and the COILS
of the ASTRAL
PLANE (PURGATORY),
who are involved in this. Coins and coils or Astral-Plane gods
and goddesses,
are nothing more than higher
energy entities (beings)
that our Earthly Bibles label and call, ANGELS
or DEMONS
or SPIRITS
(evil or non evil).
Every single thing or term, is merely a problem of mistranslation and
ignorance, or said more politely, “less
enlightened”,
yo!!! Hey
Jayjay, what
can I say;
it seems America loves me after all, and even my Canadian
friends
deserted
me.
'NGADS'
asked me recently not to discuss his mission here,
and that this is why things went beyond nuts for me in this PH
Building (not
this Patty-57)
building mind you, and told me to let the world know that I am
incorrect about him being the intelligence agent known as AdeepS.
It seems I caused a little trouble in the CIA, and so I am
apologizing for that. In any case, who knows, maybe then he is one of
the
big butter cheeses
of the mighty Tellosion
Exploratronic Supermind Society.
Yessir/mahm, I thought maybe since my First
Cuzz Mizz Sandra Mason married the Canadian Citizen Mister Timothy
Letterman,
that this might have come to light, and some offspring family up
there in those great lovely north lands; were maybe reading the
Mountainpen. “Oh
well”,
to quote the illustrious Mizz
Ann
King
Silva!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes the great washcloth
family of Dogtown.
Let me now go
and wash my hands
of this mess, Mister ultimate fighter David
of Smithtown, New York,
and Mister
Highness Emperor Assistant Pontious Pilate.
Not all things can be washed away, perhaps not even with the great
blood of my sixty-first great grand father's Uncle Jesus Carpenter of
Nazareth. 'OH BOY'; huh Annihilating ANN??????? Yes, “because I
loved Diana”, She
said that She
would spare the world, for a while anyway. Oh Sarah-Stacey Jehovah
Krassle, how I love you my
endless all powerful TEEN-QUEEN!!!!
Lawn Mower Man ll, the movie, rent it at the RED BOX, or buy it on
the big Amz and make that rotten multibillionaire playboy jerk even
richer. In any event, you will see that we are all basicly living
inside a gigantic video game
of a sort, and that the
gods from Purgatory
can simply 'jack
into the game'
whenever they choose to do it, and have a big blast messing with
humanity, all in good clean fun mind you. We also know the reason for
it all, to divert and distract their attention away from the
inconceivable
nightmarish truth
about
existing in
endlessness.
The mind of we human beings is another matter all aside from anything
yet harped on to much in my nearly
fourteen year old MORIANITY-BLOG!
What do I mean, maybe you're wondering? Well, in case anyone is, then
let me try and be a bit more damn specific about this. We all wish
that we could know more than we do, and the Mountainpen is absolutely
no exception at all. When I was nearly totally nuts as dog stench
back late in 1996, with my SARAH NIGHTMARE on full steroidal rage and
passion, leading to my I-Ching Trance, and the Hexagram of
Deliverance being thrown, and then leading to my 'trip' with SARAH
where she told me, “Let's
play a game boy, called GUESS
the
name of the GUESTS”.
Shortly after this happened on 'PH' (not Patty-Hollister) Day of
1996, AKA December the 7th
of the year; I came to write the song in the following year of 1997,
called, “THANX TO THE SHADOWS”, and most definitely affirmative
sir SPELLCHECKER, THANX TO THERMONUCLEAR would be absolutely and
completely apropos, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I had completely put
the
great T3E Hollister and family,
out of my mind, it was 1997 after-all, a long time after all of the
past crap went down. It was Patty who introduced me to what the
Christians would call the “dangerous
demonic
occult
world”
shortened now by me and my Morianity, to the non THERMONUCLEAR but
yessir, the “DDOW”.
Not just did she teach me the great NEO-HO-CHANT,
but she was directly and quite mysteriously responsible for my
shortly following that, ordering a set of cassette tapes that taught
me how to use the incredible and unfathomable secret ancient wisdom
of “FASCITAR”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jim Burr whom I had met in the early summer of 1973 at the Cherry
Hall Mall's great office building, at the computer school that we
attended, by the name of Professional Careers Institute, suddenly
very shortly after our meeting there, became a Christian. So the
magnetic FAWCES of good and evil, in sort of a quintessential
operation were now at work around me. Jim Burr was pulling me one
way, while Patty Hollister was pulling me the other way. Then came
the beach alchemist shortly after I began to use the Fascitar. After
this all got going, things multiplexed into unthinkable stuff that no
words could ever hope to discuss intelligently. Still, this was the
HALLS FAWCES at work with me as the pawn, in an epitome of power and
motivation leading to whatever truly is the reason for the 'GASME'
to begin with, or the great ASTRAL
PLANE
GAME
OF THE GODS.
Something has to be used to distract and divert their attention away
from the hellishness of ENDLESSNESS and so this ultimate game, with
two ultimate non Smithtown-David-Hand-washing FAWCES and powers of
unfathomable and inconceivable proportions was now
in play,
PUN
INTENDED!
Now without my being consciously aware at all about my past in
Atlantic City or my past up beyond sir ultimate fighting hand-washing
dude's place of hail, I was a sitting duck, and a target the size of
a solar damn system, for crissake, yo! When I went onto write that
1997 song that was part of the musical copyrighted project called,
'THANX
TO THE SHADOWS',
I used without even consciously realizing it at all, the same melody
from my old 1969 song, called “Burn
With Fire”,
written for Patty Hollister to sing to me, or at least I was hoping
that she might, and even told the musical arranger, after forgetting
all of this with my conscious up front thoughts, to Mister Tom Glenn,
who had come over to my apartment at 1802 Robin Hill early in the
year 1981, to help me do my song, “Love Is For Carpenters”
(LOIS-FOCA).
You all know this story and I won't bore anyone with any rehashing or
reiterations on that topic. Yes, the music from the BWF 1969 song,
was used without my up front mental awareness ever even being tuned
to that truth, back in the year of 1997. Some peeps might say that
reality can never be escaped from. I wholeheartedly freaking concur,
YO, and this
was all just one small example here of how not only all things are
endlessly tied together and connected cosmicly, but how higher parts
of ourselves, OUR SOUL IF YOU WILL; are what really controls a great
deal of our human lives as we live here on the Earth-Planet, yo
BRO!!!!!!!! And yes Microsoft Spellchecker, you're totally right
again, YO
BRO and YO BROtherhood!!!!
Still beyond all of that, the entire mess is merely inside the great
wrap of the GASME. THAT is just reality SON, so says both
Mountainpen, as well as the great and illustrious engineer and
security guard by weekend, Mister Dennis Snyder, yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo, SHERIFF SIR!!!
One
of the worst nightmare parts to this post 1985 GASME for me, is
PARALLEL EVENT and the ICPE-APE-TECH used on me by totally blind and
stupid Earthers who are clueless to the real crap around us all.
Trump is of course sitting right ther eon top of that mountain. He
does know a lot of magical ways to make things always work out for
him, and he should as the leader of the Purgatory's BRIGGBASE. Still,
I told how this entire thing is part of an ASTRAL WORLD POLITICAL
SYSTEM, on earlier blogs, YEARS BEFORE TRTUMP EVER THREW HIS DAMN SS
HAT INTO THE RING FOR THE PRESIDENCY here on the Earth-Planet.
BUTTERCHEESE and a big ass BUTT, but, you all know that I told these
details LONG BEFORE ALL THIS CRAP EVER STARTED TO PLAY OUT, and you
can all just sit there innocently denying it all you want to, because
I KNOW THAT YOU KNOW, and unlike my wonderful kid who is well known
for saying “I know that I know”, I would never be quite that
ALL-KNOWING, but I know where she gets it, and so does the
mighty ASTRAL COIN-GODDESS 'FASCITAR'.
Another
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
can out now, for both Sir
Chester-Frank,
and all
of MORIANITY
as well, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!
Laugh
at me all you want to world, and you too BATMAN-JOKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know I speak the total absolute mother friggin' truth in all of my
MORIANITY, me' BRO!!!!!!!! TEE-HEE-HEE-HEE
MIZZ LILLY MUNSTER,
and Alligator Haters Anonymous TIMES NINE, or
(AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA)!!!! WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW STACEY
TRUCKER AND ALL GREAT WONDERFUL CANADIAN BANKS, 'EVERYWHERE'.
(AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA)!!!!
(AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA)!!!!
(AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA)!!!!
(AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
'GO
WASH YOUR HANDS'
CHAPTER
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WORLD LABORATORIES
SBT DATFILE: 111213.211 (November 12, 2013,
predawn).
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I managed to survive
through the great twenty thirteen's ''eleven-eleven''. I did not
however have any desire to do a CHAPER #13, on that horrific
numerical date of super botbar symbolism.
Folks, there are
things happening, to all of you, to me, to this world, and you don't
need to go onto social media junk like the new age ''youtube'' or
other garbage similar stuff, in order to realize or recognize this.
You merely need to get out of bed and for once, open your eyes. Not
your physical eyes, your other ones, the ones that were discussed in
the red font printing in the Holy Words of Christianity, by a direct
ancestor of mine, my 61st grand father's uncle. Keep
swimming, 'Joanie girl'.
This
tweet-blog is just to say that there are
a couple dozen peeps out here who think I am unable to truly add up
the one and the one and successfully arrive not at 1.999 or at
2.0001, or whatever, as Bob Andrews
said so well in Pileggi's basement in
1975, to me, following band practice that summer's night
that he was too busy to give me a lift from
Westmont over to Lindenwold. Oh well, you stayed busy, and
quite successful, may the gods bless all those who have brushed
magical paths with me throughout the interactions of all of our
lives, and some sort of powerful Harry
Potter positive magic seemed to rub off onto them. Hip Hip
Hurray, I mean this sincerely.
The
only sad part is that I did every single thing that all the jerk offs
in the fucking world who thought they were King Knowitall, told me to
do, and all I ever got was axed and shafted. If a future dictionary
describes unfairness someday, this needs to be there! ET. Yes, and
some other things need to BE THERE too; am I correct, great sir
NG-ADS? (New-Group Alpha-Deep-Six).
I know why my blog is dying. It is the same reason
the sun appears to go around the Earth and until well past the eleven
o'clock and the world will always be flat while on it, and so many
other great powerful illusion of reversal-reality. The very thing I
have done thinking it would grow my blog, has made it die. WOW, and I
don't look on TV, STEVE!!!!!!!!!!! Brains over brawn; hopefully,
Mister H.
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DID
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MCNULTY?????
DID
YOU JUST SAY ''AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA TO ME, MISTER MIKE
MCNULTY?????
DID
YOU JUST SAY ''AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA TO ME, MISTER MIKE
MCNULTY?????
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Boy oh boy oh
boy, Uncle Billy. Life is hell when you are under the effects of
the HUNTINGTON CURSE. There is absolutely nothing that I can do
about this horrible part of the great Astral-Plane GASME. So
WEEEEEEEEEEE.
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Is
any of this mother freaking dog stench real, and not merely a
Millie-Vinnilli-Amelia-Bedellia double bubble rip off non
techno-pop steak???????????
WOW
there, BIG-O, yo!!!!
They
just want us to respect them, CUZZ DONNIE BOY, and I know that you
know this so I won't even bore you any longer with it!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
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POST
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THE
M2F SCREWED UP ME' LINK J-PEG, MAITEES.
So sahwee So sahwee So sahwee So sahwee So
sahwee So sahwee So sahwee So sahwee So sahwee
This
hasn't been a particularly great sixty and a quarter years for me, in
present form in this life as Mark Wayne Mohr. If good stuff equaled
leaves, my life could quite easily be reflected in the trees that the
picture below depicts.
WHAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!
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