ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER
MARK
MUD, Z3
1:40
POST MERIDIAN
WEDNESDAY
AFTERNOON
21
AUGUST, 2019
LUNAR
PHASE: WANING GIBBOUS 6:7
This
has been a real bad major DEATH SIEGE FOR ME
RECENTLY, SHERIFF MASCARA, KIND WONDERFUL SIR. Right now I am under a
Senator BERNIE SANDERS 'HUUUUUUUUGE' RED ALERT, AKA ON MORIANITY AS
A:
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No
I couldn't stop hearing this in my mind, over
and over again,
“Sarah
Kessle, Sarah Kessle”
“Sarah
Kessle, Sarah Kessle” “Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle” “Sarah
Kessle, Sarah Kessle”!!!!!!!!
W—O—W,
YO, great SSJK Bank Trucks, &
W—O—W,
Mister freaking Macy, kind sir!
MORIANITY
may have been a
complete freaking failure; but I
will trudge along, endlessly; I promise,
WOMO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Holy
Mo;
this
is frikkin' ridiculous, Mister Kaiter.
Hay
Queen Katy from 1997, did
I just say redeeeeeeeeeeekulous?????
Is it true, Babs and Jewels??? WOW, does
this have a fucking back cover,
tall lovely goddess of abscesses and political woes???? Hey I'm
fucking running for the job next election, please fucking vote for
me, me' great peeps, YO!
TANKS, and WHAAAAAAAAA!!!!
How-bout we take your transdimensional speed boat and instead of
crashing it, unk John, and Cuzz JS-Huntington-Mason; we take it to
the Astral Condo of the damn ass death angel, and find out why Summer
won't quit re-tracing me up in 2294? And it may not be Mizz DS who is
perhaps retracing me, as I have been so wisely informed by the
great Sir Mister NG-ADS.
Then, we
can always get back
Jim
Rockford and Danny Ocean 'beat-ups'
or also to eating luscious ice cream sundae's at DQ, and getting
beat up by tall goddesses
who can really belt out the notes and the broken bones, huh James
Maverick Rockford Looseteeth? JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!
SO
WHAT CAN YOU
DO WITH ALL OF THIS,
MIGHTY AWESOME AND WISE, NG-ADS????
I'll
tell you right now that I cannot wait to tell many powerful truths
much longer, and originally, was planning indeed to wait until I had
somehow managed to accumulate all, or at least MOST OF the facts,
that pertain to the four demo tunes from the
year 1980, and my stay at 1802 Robin
Hill 'non-Tobycouch' Apartments with that wizard
piano playing police detective of NYC, Mister
Brad Bellflower. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE,
I must wait for certain things before I can talk about them, such
as legal stuff, BUT and a BIG
ASS
BUTT
folks, I cannot wait for other stuff, and must talk now, in
case it may be TOO LATE, without any of
Sir Ernie Merker's golden fate, also from that very mysterious year
of 1980 and moving into RH Apartments on the first of
May!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am going to tell you all what NG-ADS (New
Group-Alpha Deep Six) told me back late in 2018 that totally frickin'
blew my pussy licking mind to DOGTOWN, AND BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It
seems that he and a pal of his read some stuff on early Jersey blogs
of Mountainpen. I also talked about it some more after first blogging
again here in Florida, early in the year of 2010. I am discussing the
five hundred million dollar secret, or the
[{(FHMDS)}] when abbreviated for later repeating purposes,
here on the BOM. So it seems that I was
right all along and in no way being paranoid about the huge coverup
of the old Glassboro State College and the mysteriously gifted Mizz
Patterson, who maybe lip synced those disco tunes, and maybe NAUT
MIZZ AT&T BLAKE, but it appears that a lot of things were buzzed
around earlier in this century, especially after the BOM all began in
the beginning of the year 2006 on the Blogger Website. NG-ADS told me
something that I thought I would never be guilty of, you know,
playing mind and head games with one's own self, because the possible
truths involved would be too much beyond unfathomable on steroids.
This very same thing is why Jesus was not recognized after the
resurrection, by those who had known HIM, and the buzz then was that
HE appeared somewhat physically different, only HE did not. This
entire thing that I still have intentionally failed to make
absolutely clear as of yet on this blog, at any time, back then and
right up to this very current second of the STM, is the major key
ingredient, in the opinion of this very prophetic man and his buddy,
that makes them believe that only TIME
TRAVELERS, spiritual or space-ship-physical, MUST
BE INVOLVED with this entire messy lousy ass rotten puke
sniffing quintessential nightmare, CUBED
and CUBAN!!!!!!!!!!
I know for a fact that he is
correct because this is just too far beyond any
possible rational deal because who am I for heaven's sake, that all
of this would be being done to me, and all around me, for fifty
freaking plus years now, since I was a boy of
fourteen years of age? It was then him who reminded me, of why
various regions within localized hyperspace as Morianity believes is
all real, have had all these things go down as they did, RIGHT UP TO
AND INCLUDING THE WILD 'DREAM' of windy houses, slamming doors, and
KINGS and QUEENS, and Atco Pliner home scenes from parallel
dimensions where time was ahead of this one, and thus, it appeared
that I envisioned the future where I was living at Judge Rasso's home
with Ann and Dawn King, at 65 Middle Road, in Hanging in there
Hammonton----Berryville, NO JOYSEY back in the summer time of 2008.
This also explains the $500,000,000.00 college name change deal, as
well as the former Head Librarian of Congress being so totally
nervous about, and I quote here now, Sir
Michael Walt Disney Crichton, “getting rid of that little
yellow piece of paper”,
or the attachment that I included with my © material on October 31
of 2007, shortly after the I-Ching Trance was done at Cifaloglio,
allowing me to go backward through physical time illusion, to the
first week in June of 1980; and rehear the wild
song from the DREAM-WORLD, called LOVE
IS FOR CARPENTERS or LOIS-FOCA for short. I now fully believe
that it was the doppelganger TYPE 3 EXPLORATRON or (T3E) inside of
Atlantic City resident at the time in 1980, Mizz PAULA
WAYV-FM RADIO STATION OWNER KING. Do not
get me going past this for right now, or we would be typing a blog
without a break for five straight fucking days and nights; me' peeps,
yo!!!!!!!!! Yes, THE MORNING LIGHT will be talked about major big
time in the following blogs, and so will the mighty Sir NG-ADS and
his incredible revelation about it. For now, let us quickly gloss
over the weather report and then close out the blog. Before doing so
however, Sheriff sir, I FELL UNDER A RUTHLESS
ASSAULT this MOUUUUUUUUUUURNING, sir; from those bastard
mother fucking enemy nabes next door to me in unit #605, banging
doors, hammering, screaming illegal children, yelping CHI-DOGS, and
you name it me' wonderful friend, and kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am
really UNDER THE GUNS OF DISASTER right now,
SHERIFF KJM, sir. It seems the MILITUFORCE
knows that you would be on vacation, and this same pattern
happened when the Camden County Prosecutor, up in Jersey was helping
me with similar woes and troubles and miseries, back in the nineties,
Mister Ron Wirtz Senior. WO WIZ ME, without any strobing toy
flashlights, YARRRRRRRRRRRRRR'S, pirate jokes, or half billion dollar
time travel deals from agents of the Exploratronic Supermind Society,
yo!!!!
THE
WEATHER CHANNEL REPORT @ 1:17 PM:
SKIES
AND TEMPERATURE-------88
HEAT
INDEX-----------------------98
VISIBILITY----------------10
MILES
WINDS-----E
AT 8 MPH, NO GUSTS
DEWPOINT------------------------74
HUMIDITY----------------------63%
BAROMETRIC
PRESSURE-30.10” & STEADY
AREA
WEATHER PREDICTIONS--------------
A
MIX OF CLOUDS AND SUN WITH A STRAY SHOWER OR THUNDERSTORM POSSIBLE.
WE ARE HOLDING ON THE HIGH TEMP OF THE DAY. WINDS MAY INCREASE IN
TOWN LATER ON TO 10-15 MPH, STILL BLOWING OUT OF THE EAST.
The
ol' mother fucking (`~HACK) is back again, to taunt me and haunt me,
Mizz lovely Ghost whispering Mizz Malinda Gordon!!!!!!!! SO
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THAT. And here we go again Sheriff with another
mother fucking (`~HACK) YO, sir!!!!!!!!!! WOW can I draw the double
line without the hack any more, yo yo yo yo yo yo?????????
I
really pondered and cogitated for years now on just why the Copyright
Office was so interested in my stuff when they never appeared to be
before, on Halloween Day of 2007 or just past. Well that is not
absolutely and totally a true statement. In the 2005 musical project
titled “Same Title” by some crazy paper error accident, and it
had a whole different title but now for cosmic reasons is always to
be known as the music project called “SAME TITLE”, but in 2005,
also mailed on 31 October, as was the project in 1994which was my
book titled, “The Permission Barrier, and then in 2007 also mailed
on YARRRRRRRR-DAY for reaosns that only MY SUBCONSCIOUS MIND
UNDERSTOOD BACK THEN in the STM-illusions; and was titled, “Karaoke
Lunch break at the Sorian Guardhouse”, also altered from the
original title I listed, as a number was removed from it as I was
told by someone in very strict confidence several years later on, FOR
PURPOSES OF THE NATIONAL SECURITY, and that number was 18, pertaining
to a test-question on the New Jersey Security Officer Licensing
system called “SORA” in Jersey.
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