ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD,
SECTION-M3
3:40
POST
MERIDIAN
THURSDAY
AFTERNOON
8
AUGUST, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, 'BOM' (Blogs
Of Mountainpen)
THE
GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
THE
RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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No
folks, I didn't care, and I always knew it would happen. There
was simply zero shock or surprise factor here. “I already knew it”,
oh wonderful, marvelous,great, terrific, 1983 United States Copyright
© Office. I had no 'L.C. pliens' whatsoever, of mother freaking
returning to any GAMBLING CASINOS.
I was merely proving to this ignorant and quite
blind EARTH-PLANET that indeed, NEGAMAGGING
IS VERY REAL, and is
absolutely true, and happening to me, in my life; ever
since 1986, where the practice of PARALLEL EVENT has been illegally
misused and abused by powerful HALLS
FAWCES,
to obtain an objective. 'HURT POOR ME WITH ENDLESS SIEGE AND
PERSECUTION, AND IT BLESSES THEIR WICKED CAPITALISTIG EVIL EMPIRE'.
This is why the most wonderful man in the US
GOVERNMENT, Senator Bernie Sanders,
HATES WALL STREET,
AND THEIR EVIL DEMONIC GREED, every bit as much as the Mountainpen
does, 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 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
very annoying TRIAD-NABES FROM
HELLishness HELicopter 'HELL' (DOGTOWN),
are really hitting me this summer, with
a lot of activity and noise, and the doors seem to always have some
weird mother frickin' affinity for being
slammed at around three, both in the A.M. as well as in the damn ass
P.M. This is just reality son, & Mister Dennis Snyder; you
old 'fake cousin' you!!!!!!!!! Still, I'd surely like to know,
and it definitely has something to do with the privileged thugs
across from me, who are permitted to have two damn ass apartments
here in this building; me' kind and awesome wonderful illustrious
SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR.
Wild initials you have, exactly like that college coed Mizz 1997
'wild-dreamed' Publishers Clearinghouse
freaking Prize-Patrol winner!!!!!!! For almost an entire
decade, these thugs across from me always go in and out at THREE, or
close to 3, in both meridians, Sheriff, sir, and their loud illegal
guests can really SLAM THE DOOR TOO, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
I
awoke out of even more horrible rotten dreaming-interactions today
then I did from yesterday's soul traveling experiences while my body
lay recharging in my bed. I had two separate horrendous damn ass
nightmares. The first one was in a large recording studio where in
this world here, I had never been in before, nor did I know any of
the people that my double (doppelganger) was interacting with 'over
there' in that alternate parallel reality of fifth dimensional
hyperspace, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! I wanted to
do a brand new version, or my other-me did, of my 1983 Atco, New
Jersey song, called, “Don't EF Around With Magnetics”. Suddenly I
heard them play it back to me as it was done in 'absensha'.
Mister Mike Lousy Soft Hell-wrecker Spellchecker won't help me to
correctly spell the word that I underlined and typed in the color
GREEN, but you all know it since
I pronounced it the way it would sound. In other words, I had it
transferred from an original old cassette tape, and came back for a
modernized version that these musicians claimed they would do for me
after charging my parallel world me, a
hefty ass grand. When they played it for me, it was horrible. The
sound quality was nowhere near state of the art, but beyond that, it
was not my song at all, and it sounded like a Beatles song, and it
was sung by them too. I was asking why they did this to me, and they
were shocked that I didn't like it and wasn't awed and completely
satisfied with their product. I said to someone whom I was with, in a
whispered voice, “I spend a fortune, and get this garbage”. An
employee of the sound studio overheard me as he walked by, and he
then went on to whisper to the engineer what he heard me say, and I
heard him do this. The engineer came over and yelled at me and said t
me, “You gave us a lousy old tape and now you expect a miracle”?
I said back to him, “Come on now, the tape has nothing to do with
it, it is plenty good enough to hear the song and then you were
supposed to do a great version of it, Phil Specter style, as you said
you would”. He then took my tape out of his pocket and it was all
broken and the inside tape was in shambled and broken out of its
cassette shell housing. He said to me, “There's your garbage,
Mark”. I walked out of there with my friend, and that was that. He
yelled over to me as I was about to close the studio door and leave
for the hallway and the exit door, “Aren't you gonna' take your
song with you that we did”? I yelled back, “Keep the rotten thing
yourself, it isn't my song, yo”!
Then
half an hour or so waking world time here where my body is in a bed,
my soul traveled off to the second part of the nightmare. Suddenly I
am in a room and a person who is in authority tells me that there is
a warrant for my arrest on some weird traffic violation from decades
ago. I thought he was joking with me, but when I got to a police
station and had it checked out, I suddenly had to place my hands
behind my back, and was not only cuffed in the front, but also double
shackled with ankle bracelets. I was carted off to the County Jail
and told that I would have to do somewhere between seven and ten days
in jail, and that there was no bond at all. I was with horrible
people, and some gorgeous young AA female about age twenty years, got
into a fight right next to me, and there was blood all over the
place. A lot more stuff happened as well. It was a horrible double
bubble nocturnal interaction, (nightmare) or (spirit-travel
hyperspace experience), however anyone would wish to word the event,
Mizz ROSE SHAKESPEARE, YO
YO YO!
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**, 2015,
SUNDAY
AFTERNOON AT 12:57,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 79 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-79/L-70).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 72%, AND IT FEELS LIKE 82.
WIND
IS ENE AT 13, WITH GUSTS TO 25.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0012.
THE
PREDICTED HIGH FOR TODAY IS 80 DEGREES!
Unfortunately
the low nineties and feeling over a buck with the heat-index, is more
like where we're freaking at right now in the so-called
ENDLESS-NOW-PRESENT, where I am STM-PERCEIVING it to be the afternoon
of Thursday, August the 8th, in 2000 and nineteen; oh
lovely Cooley HHH Hall, Misses MAROLA from 1969!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEE.
CHRIS,
ED, AND THE
MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
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KEEP
FLYING, LOVELY OLD GLORY, AND THE BEST TO MISTER SIR SAMUEL
HUNTINGTON, WHO HAPPENS TO BE ME' OL' GREAT GRANDPAPPY NUMBER 7,
YO!
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Now
why exactly, Sarah Callio Martino, somewhere in hyperspace;
trapped me in a lighthouse, and yelled my name out, over and over,
'JoJo-JoJo;
I
will never totally know.
So
let me widen the scope of the topic, so we can see this in a larger
blend of bigger pictures, and out of one tiny confined box; great
ladies and gentlemen. First, my spell-checker is disabled, so I must
close the word program out and reboot into it to activate the
anti-hack procedure. OK
I'm back,
EVIL
CHUCKIE, DAWN-MARIE, BEETLEJUICE NONSTAR, and FREDDY
ELM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
Now
you can live 100 years and for reasons that so far elude my reception
of Morianity, and this is a lot of it; I still cannot say why this
is. But then there are others who begin getting over loaded
practically, with Morianity, as early as age one and two years.
Again, as to the Y'S of all of this; maybe you'll end up beating me
at figuring that out, or just ''getting it'' in a Morianity-Knowing
some day, YO. WEEEEEEEEEEEEE, sir Chester-Frank, of NO-JOYSEY, my
BRAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Oh
yes great folks, sometimes we all need to just admit that things
suck, and not play-hero like a bunch of phony ass-wipes. Put the true
face on, throw out the dam masks, and admit we all can be a pile of
total shit for the most part, and let lovely beyond white-hot
Twinbay, of Egg Harbor Township, NJUSAESMWG, be goddess damned
straight into Dogtown-USA or without the USA, just damned to
HELL!
HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! HELL! “HELL
and MURDER”;
huh Psyche Myrathus, YO???
My
best to your pals from 'wherever'.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE,
sir Chester-Frank, yo!!!!
Yes
sir/ma'am; Put the true face on, throw out the
dam masks, and admit we all can be a pile of total
brown-stench for the most part!!!!!! GEE WHIZ.
Just
who are you laughing at, BUD???????
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE-LOUISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
was a man up in Elm, New Jersey,
next to Mullica Township and Hammonton, as you would drive westerly
from his house, and with or without my
daughter's wonderful driving instructions at age 14 and ESS-Whatever;
but he used to say to me a lot as we spoke; as he would say things,
such as concerning the questionable honesty to a fault, of my Cousin
Donald the great, huh Jeb Casinos Bush, and
I'll quote him, kind folks; “That's
just reality, son”!
Yes
FBI; this mother freaking major PH HACK
is very mother freaking annoying, not to mention a BLATENT
MAJOR CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATION; when you know it is being
continuously done to interfere with me trying to get my nightmare
freaking story out to this planet, under my
guaranteed American freedoms, and rights to indeed do so; and
you're knowing about it, and then you're ever lasting permitting, of
all of my rights to indeed be totally and viciously freaking
violated, for thirty years; day
after day after day after day after day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll
say one thing for the Great & Powerful and lovely appearing,
Dawn-Marie King; and that is, I would love to take daily showers in
her delicious slobber. When she used to get in my face and scream at
me, she had no idea how wonderful and awesome it was to literally
drown in her love juice, flowing like blissful rivers, into my face
and all over my parched dry pathetic lips. Like mother freaking
beyond W—O—W Mister 34-R.H.M!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
I
always had a secret fantasy of Joe's fiance' Elisa, busting into my
room, and having her way with me, the way her dam fiance' Joe's
distant CUZZ-PAULA did, three times, in 1967, in 1969, and in 1996.
LIKE 'WO', BILLY H. Timing,
planning, how the danger hovers. When you know, they know you
know!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark and SSJKK know the diction all
right, Mister Mass Shooters and all great
recent symbolism, huh great FEDS? I tried to tell you all dots
connect, and you all freaking back burner
laughed and mocked me the way the cops all do, in real
life, and on TV as well, YO!
WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW!!!
You're
just now beginning to realize how clueless Mister Poolroy-95 and all
of you, really have been about me, all along, YO dudes! Good old
gravigain hypertronics, yo!
Laugh
all you want to, people. She said that Goddess
will get me for this, back on the telephone, from
the great island of NO JOYSEY, known as LBI after Dave Roth and I
began that invented abbreviation in early 1986.
You
just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic
person from Long Beach Island,
who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister; and
told me. You know, that SHE'LL get me for
this. Well, she got
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CHRIS,
ED,
AND
THE
MILITUFORCE
BLOGAUD,
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
OH
THE MIGHTY MCGUIRE-CALLIO FAMILY, HUH WAYV-FM-NJ-USA?
“That's
just reality, son”!
“That's
just reality, son”!
“That's
just reality, son”!
“That's
just reality, son”!
“That's
just reality, son”!
“That's
just reality, son”!
“That's
just reality, son”!
“That's
just reality, son”!
“That's
just reality, son”!
“That's
just reality, son”!
Yeah
bud, it sure is, and so is Cuzz Donnie boy's great honesty. You sure
got that one totally ass wrong, fake-cuzz! Like a big ass super
WOW!!!!!!!!!!
SHE'LL
get me for this. Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHE'LL
get me for this. Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHE'LL
get me for this. Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHE'LL
get me for this. Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHE'LL
get me for this. Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHE'LL
get me for this. Well, she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Every
mother freaking time that I went to the ocean, and parked my car at
the RESORTS INTERNATIONAL HOTEL CASINO parking
garage, to use the beach near Paula
King's properties; casino parking lots, and WAYV-FM
radio station on the boardwalk; SHE TEASED ME BY HAVING THEM
PLAY THAT HORRIBLE FREAKING SONG ABOUT TOM REALE AND ME IN 1970,
“FEEL REAL”, and she knew very well
how ofter Mister David Roth used to joke with me over the phone about
this, all through the early and middle nineteen goddessdamn nineties,
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Her dad teased me
too that day with the water hose when I parked to use the beach right
there at what used to be then, the KING DAVID HOTEL. If I wasn't so
important to these HALLS FAWCES (MILITUFORCE), then would all of this
mother frickin' crapola be going on like this, decade in and decade
out, every single freaking day, for half a century or more now, oh
wonderful awesome and quite lovely and illustrious MISSES
COOLEY HHH HALL MAROLA, YO YO YO YO, SCHOOL
PLAYS ON MEMORIAL DAY OF 1969 ALL NOT WITHSTANDING HERE, OH
ROTTEN WORLD? Paula tried to kill me before at
a SUPER WALMART PARKING LOT, when I was with my coworker,
Mister ARTHUR SOOOOOOOOOOOO CRANE, in 1994, shortly after moving into
the mysterious HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS, of
good old symbolic Mister James Redfield WILL
I AM
ST OWN,
IN NO JOYSEY; and with or without any pizza pie
faces, or Toby-Couches, from very
distant, and quite weird locales, of the fifth
dimensional hyperspace, yo yo yo!!!!
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OH
BOY, WHAT A BUNCH OF MOTHER FREAKKING DOGtownish DOGSTENCH THIS
NIGHTMARE IS. LIKE WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!!
GGGGGGGEE
I am so frikkin stupid, I don't have a dam ass clue what's going on
all these rotten ass years, folks! These dirt bag freaking Callio's,
right Fred Tandy Winstein? And how 'bout those METS and NICKS, and
for that matter yo, how 'bout those great biblical and perhaps more
secret non-biblical more recent times KINGS?????????????
Paula
and Pau000501582 and Sarah, and the entire clan of the McGuire
Super-natural's from DOGTOWN, AKA HELL in real truth: McGuire pulled
a totally unexplainable stunt that day a week or so before good old
YARRRRRRRRROWEEN of 2006, and I know the entire LEO COMMUNITY knows
all about it, especially the Atlantic County Prosecutor's Office, YO.
But then there are all the other magical card thinking Copperfield
stunts, such as getting me to know that SHE
would be on that street on July 12 AGAIN, in 1997, there SHE was.
Then a decade or so later on, POW, SHE
does it all over again that night when SHE was
'deejaying' at her own WAYV station,
and suddenly influenced me somehow to tune in. She and Dave
Copperfield have some wild power that goes beyond any normal Earthly
magic, and IPYT, Sheriff Mascara sir. Paula King is NOT OF THIS
WORLD, AND I THINK SHE IS PATTY HOLLISTER AS WELL, BUTTERCHEESE and a
BIG ASS MICROSOFT HELLWRECKER BUTT AND but, SHE is only these two
peeps and some others, BECAUSE OF THE WAY HYPERSPACE CAN BE USED by
experienced TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, (T3E) for short. The
real one entity who is 'dominating and inside and controlling' these
women, is the true T3E who is organized and used by HALLS
FAWCES, that Morianity calls the MILITUFORCE, YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!
Laugh
at me all you want to, mother frikkin' world, because MY LIFE'S
EXPERIENCES have shown me that I am totally absolutely and 100%
CORRECT in all of thisSSSSSSSSS, Mizz lovely Susan AMC-1983 Lucci,
yo! So a big fatass WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE will again go out to the
great SIR CHESTER-FRANK who most definitely knows who he is but has
friends who tell me to call him by other identities. GEE, those
endless freaky patterns never ever stop rearing their ugly ass
whittle heads, do they, rotten ol' world?
My
buccaneers, lady? They're underneath me' buckin' hat, LADY,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE-LOUISE, FONTANA!!!!!!
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since the 1970s is due to a promotional campaign by the New
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WE
ALL LOVE GOOGLE, ASK IT ANYTHING, IT KNOWS,
DAD!
So
long now to ALL HYPERSPACE ALTERNATE JIMMY STUARTS OF THE
EARTH-PLANET, YO. ANOTHER WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MAY BE IN ORDER
HERE, YO!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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