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ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES
ROACHES---ROACHES---ROACHES
I
SAID IT B4 AND I'LL MOST LIKELY SAY IT SOME MORE.
PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE DO
NOT EVEN GET ME GOING,
MIZZ
BERLIN, NO JOYSEY ECKERT
FROM 12 JULY OF 2003.
ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, SECTION-C4
4:30
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
EARLY
ON SATURDAY MORNING
24
AUGUST, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, DPA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, 'BOM' (Blogs
Of Mountainpen)
THE
GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
THE
RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
Mountainpen's
LUNAR PHASING CYCLE CHART:
WANING
CRESCENT 1:6
N.M.
WXC1 WXC2 WXC3 WXC4 WXC5 WXC6
F.Q.
WXG1 WXG2 WXG3 WXG4 WXG5 WXG6
WXG7
F.M. WNG1 WNG2 WNG3 WNG4 WNG5
WNG6
WNG7 L.Q. WNC1 WNC2 WNC3 WNC4
WNC5
WNC6 N.M.
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW
BIG LOVELY OPRAH
Now
in 2015, the STATS section for
bloggers at this website, enabled for a blogger to cut
and paste in those two charts as shown below. Now, they
cannot be CAPPED in.
GEE
I VERILY WONDER JUST WHY THIS IS?
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YES
PEOPLE, I FEEL THE BURN, I FEEL THE BURN, I FEEL THE BURN, GO GO GO
BERNIE, YES PEOPLE, I FEEL THE BURN, I FEEL THE BURN, I FEEL THE
BURN, GO GO GO BERNIE, YES PEOPLE, I FEEL THE BURN, I FEEL THE BURN,
I FEEL THE BURN, GO GO GO BERNIE, YES PEOPLE, I FEEL THE BURN, I FEEL
THE BURN, I FEEL THE BURN, GO GO GO BERNIE, YES PEOPLE, I FEEL THE
BURN, I FEEL THE BURN, I FEEL THE BURN, GO GO GO BERNIE! The
only mother fucking way the poor peeps like myself will EVER GET ONE
TINY BIT OF MOTHER FUCKING JUSTICE IN THIS NATION, is if the
wonderful SENATOR BERNIE SANDERS IS
ELECTED THE NEXT PRESIDENT OF THESE GREAT AND WONDERFUL UNITED STATES
OF AMERICA, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Last
evening, or late afternoon; my sicko fucking diseased prick eating
shitheads next to me in UNIT
# 605 were hammering
on my mother fucking walls, AGAIN!!!
I
know this is what causes me to have
ENDLESS
FUCKING RODENTS
AND ROACHES.
When I went to go to sleep around just past four of the clock this
MOUUUUUUUUUUURNING YO, boom and powerfully-pow, Mister Mike Soft; a
huge dirty rotten cock sucking roach was right above me on my wall
when I laid down to go to cunt lapping fucking sleep,
here in this SUB-HUMAN,
SUB-STANDARD,
PUBLIC
HOUSING
BUILDING,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, DPAESMWG, YO GREAT SHERIFF KENNETH J.
MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh my mother fucking goddess, DOES MY
LIFE ENDLESSLY CUNT EATING SUCK A HARD PRICK, FOREVER AND FOREVER,
AND NO MATTER HOW DESPERATELY HARD I EVER TRY TO CHANGE THINGS SINCE
I LEFT HIGH SCHOOL,
AND COOLEY
FUCKING CUNT HIGH HELL HALLOWEENTOWN HALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Very very vely vely apropos there, Mister Sir Microsucks
Hell-wrecker, me' BRAHHHHHHH!
©
GOOGLE
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WE
ALL LOVE GOOGLE, ASK IT ANYTHING, IT KNOWS,
DAD!
Is
this just going to fucking endlessly “CONTINUE” for me, Mister
Jim Tiberius Burr, of GLOUCESTER CITY, NO JOYSEY????? Jesus mother
fucking Christ Almighty for shit eaters sake. Why is my life DOOMED
TO ETERNITY IN HELL FOR CRISSAKE?
I
sprayed an entire can of mother fucking
RAID,
to try and get rid of my brand
new non-key
colony of cock roach infestation,
caused me by my endless banging TRIAD
MOTHER FUCKING NABES
FROM COCK LICKING ETERNAL
DOGTOWN, AKA 'HELL'
and yes Spellchecker yo, HELLISHNESS.
Last
night, my
nightmares were quite vivid and as usual, monstrously cock sucking
horrendous as all shit eating fucking get out,
YO YO YO YO YO YO, ME BROadcasting BRO! Oh yes, Sir Spellchecker,
Mountainpen is most fucking definitely BROADCASTING HIS HELLISH
HUNTINGTON CURSE,
TO THIS WORLD, for
all the good it is ever gonna' fucking do him,
Mister
Inductatherm Glassboro Koch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Please don't tell me that things are not all super fucking powerfully
connected into each other, mostly in three dimensions, and many
times, in all five dimensions of the mother fucking great
misunderstood hyperspace.
Yes
things as well as 'pliens', really do chienge quite a lot all the
time any more, lovely Linda Carter. WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now for the
nightmares, and NO, I wasn't over at my Aunt Gerry's house in
Narberth, Pennsylvania again, but I was in a really horrible parallel
world very near the mighty COOLEY HHH. I was on Haddon Avenue right
there on the block where Marty's Meat Market was, when I was a young
boy of 15 years and working at his shit house market. It isn't there
in the parallel reality that I was in while sleeping last night, but
I was in a 7-11 Store that was there instead, trying to get change so
I could use a fucking payphone. As I type this message out at 5:01
non Chris Blum time this morning, noisy nabes are yelling and
slamming out in the hallway, totally inconsiderate at this ungodly
and unholy mother fucking hour, yo!!!!!!!!! So I was trying to get
change to use a payphone outside the store, and only had a five
dollar bill and the slob working the counter refused to give me
change. The entire nightmare was about my car that had broken fucking
down about five blocks west of there right near the Halloween
Haddonfield Library, huh, Mister DLS of impersonal mathematics at the
illustrious GAP COOLEY HHH. Somehow the car got turned onto its side
as after it broke down, it got hit by some drunken asshole and
knocked onto its side, right out of that old CHIPS Television show of
the nineteen-seventies. Somehow the car got turned back to a normal
position and it started perfectly as if nothing had happened in the
first place, a real “SUBS AND SWIRLS” ROADSTAND SUMMER OF 1986
UFOLOGY DEAL, if the Mountainpen must say it himself, AGENT CONDOR
and AGENT FALCON, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! As the dream was near its fucking
ass completion, a lady with three children intentionally got in my
way and refused to let me pass. These were the most annoying children
that I ever encountered in all five dimensions of the hyperspace. I
honked, I yelled, and they just kept imatating the second day in
fucking cunt AUGUST of 1996, when over here in this reality, in
Hammonton, No Joysey, I had those Spanish ladies get in the way of my
vehicle when I was trying to get my song “SARAH” recorded and
trying to find a sound studio to do it in. All of this has been told
several times on many previous blogs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA-HA
Jane Sleazeweedsdisease, YOU MISSED ME.
55555555555555555555555555555555555.
Yes
rock and roll world, I did all I could to tell you all my thoughts on
HER, and I am still trying to honor your great request. Cool song, I
really liked it, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ENDLESSNESS,
AND END
TRANSMISSION!!!!
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