Friday, August 9, 2019

ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, N3











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So long now to ALL HYPERSPACE ALTERNATE JIMMY STUARTS OF THE EARTH-PLANET, YO. ANOTHER WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MAY BE IN ORDER HERE, YO!







What we don't love however, or at least I know I don't love by any stretch, is NOISY HORRIBLE INCONSIDERATE DIRT BAG and most definitely MIND CONTROLLED EVIL DEMONIC NABES FROM DOGTOWN (HELL)!









ETERNAL JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD,

SECTION-N3

11:48 ANTE' MERIDIAN

FRIDAY MORNING

9 AUGUST, 2019

FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG





Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr

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The death siege on me today began with an early mother frikkin' morning FIRE ALARM. Then for the rest of this morning, it has been constant enemy TRIAD NABES FROM DOGTOWN and their incessant SATANIC NOISES. Hammering on my walls and furniture moving. It is truly impossible to know which neighbor is doing exactly what, but I absolutely know that both the trash bag subskummites are involved, UNIT NUMBER 605 NEXT DOOR TO ME, AS WELL AS UNIT NUMBER 707 UPSTAIRS FROM ME.









What I said to my Camp Counselor back in the late nineteen-sixties applies perfectly and completely here, folks. “This is ridiculous”! Totally, absolutely, completely, and most definitely and unadulterated absurdity and ridiculousness, yo. Or is it? The MILITUFORCE has used nabes from hell to screw with me and destroy my peace of mind no matter where I ever go and live, ever since I was still a mother freaking young boy, and not one thing has altered or changed with time. No human group by itself could possibly ever be behind such a lengthy and unrelenting plan or goal, and that leaves some magical and or unknown force, and hence, Morianity's M2F, or the MILITUFORCE for cryin' out freggin' loud, yo. How long are you going to allow this ELDER ABUSE to go on around me; oh great and wonderful SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, KIND SIR?



















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Computer, hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out, my enemy neighbors in UNIT #605, and UNIT #707, who are viciously persecuting me with NOISE, and BRINGING ME ENDLESS COLONIES OF COCKROACHES AND RODENTS, AND DAMAGING MY BATHROOM PLUMBING WITH WHATEVER IT IS THAT THEY ARE DOING. 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.






























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Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, kind sir; I FELL UNDER A BEYOND INCONCEIVABLE MAJOR FULL BLOWN THERMONUCLEAR TRIAD NABE ATTACK, and for the past week or more, the dirt bag privileged nabes directly across from me that are allowed to have two apartments here, are also in and out continuously, and quite annoying with 24 hour doors going off!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES SHERIFF, THIS IS A FULL BLOWN TRIAD ASSAULT!!!!!















So let's get down to cases, and leave no holds barred, and no punches pulled. This will now take us into the realm of opening up some really wild areas of the REAL LIFE TWILIGHT ZONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You may call this my quintessential counterstrike for making this day another off the freaking scale nightmare SUPER BOTBAR ASSAULT DAY, with unfathomable ELDER ABUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Call it whatever you like or do whatever you wish. Sawn all of you, yo! First off, Jim Burr and Patricia Hollister were the two tools and instruments used by HALLS FAWCES as well as the MILITUFORCE, to carry out this outlandish Dogtownism on me for more than four decades now, but others were also involved, such as Zvonko the mysterious inventor friend of Jim Burr, as well as the Atlantic City beach alchemist friend of Patty H.H.H. I do not claim that any of these four 'people' or whatever they may truly be in my waking world physical dimension, are the only players, 'BUTTERCHEESE', and BIG ASS BUTT, and but, THEY ARE INDEED THE KEY PLAYERS, BRAND NEW ONCE, AND NOW QUITE OLD. Beginning with one of these four, the lovely Patty H.h.h., who had the physical strength of a goddamn fully grown bull on steroids, lifting four-hundred pound couches single handed, taking them from my apartment at Dellway Arms in Oaklyn, New Jersey, out to Santa Claus's moving truck, when not being otherwise engaged far up north even beyond lovely Canada, in the service of children everywhere; Alligator Haters Anonymous-Alligator Haters Anonymous-Alligator Haters Anonymous- Alligator Haters Anonymous, or (AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA), I plan to tell some very interesting things that I am starting to remember better after blocking so much for so long, huh Mister David Leigh All Hallows Eve School Projects Smith, from the illustrious and powerful non-OZ COOLVOICEARL COOLEY HALLucinogenic HALL HIGH HELL, OH LOVELY MICROSOFT SPELLCHECKER PROGRAM, YO!!!!!!! Let's freaking discuss Jim Burr and the alchemist from the Atlantic City beaches, as well as what happened when I went on a real 1986 crusade, to pass out religious tracts in the great almighty city of Gloucester, in Camden County, New Jersey, right down Broadway from the great, soon to be interacted with by me quite frequently, Camden County Prosecutor's Office; and the great and illustrious Mister Ron Wirtz Senior, ADA. All of these things fit into a perfect pattern, and all things everywhere are in a perfect and complete pattern. We may not always see the patterns, but it is funny how hindsight indeed is so wonderfully clear, and shows us all so many powerful realities all the time, after of course, it is always way too damn ass late, Mister Ernie © Merker, of the RPL Studios of Camden, New Jersey.









First off, reiterating what was said earlier this year in my Morianity, back on June 13th, and then moving on from there; Dave Smith, the greatest of many mysterious Cooley-Hall educators that I now believe are all a part of a super secretive and stealthy group chapter, known as by Morianity, the Educational Department of the ESS (Exploratronic Supermind Society), sent me on a wild project to the Haddonfield Library, a short walk across a wooded park from the school, to do a project on the origins of Halloween. I know that I have blogged this somewhere in the first one, or two, or three years of my original Morianity blog works, telling a little bit of how he wanted me to go there with another student, John Gillerlain, and research this, and that student came to work in the nineteen eighties, at the very same licorice plant in Camden, New Jersey, that many of these wild and super powerful freaking things all went down, including the uncontrollable crying fits, outside the Mafco door, near the employee parking area, at the Jefferson Street plant called, Mac Andrews & Forbes!!!! I saw him working there when I went back there working under Sergeant King of Winslow Township, oh lovely long dark haired Mizz Marie Ciancio. Oh yes, he was so right, I should have “furthered my education”, and I know that only too well, great wonderful Saint Lucie County Florida DPA Sheriff KJM, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes, good old 'Dream-on Doctor' John Gillerlain! Yes, dream on, Aunt Geraldine 'I'm Impressed' Snow Mason, from 1971, and educator DLS! Yes, you only came to freaking totally prove my point of just how wrong you were about mathematics being so impersonal; oh great wise soul, Mister Smith!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This entire thing fits 100% perfectly into a pure and precise pattern and rhythm of mathematics! What can I say here, Mister JAYJAY EVANS, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo???????????????????











But now let us further delve into the great beach-man of mystery from 1974 who performed other fantastic David Copperfield feats of unexplainable and unfathomable dog stenches that day, and then as soon as I walked back to my rooming-house on Stenton Avenue in Atlantic City, POW, I had become totally enlightened quite magically, WITH 'THE LAW OF 1', AND YES SPELLCHECKER, YOU'RE TOTALLY RIGHT THERE, AS I TYPED IN THE WORD 'THE', THEY SHOWED ME THE WORD OF THERMONUCLEAR!!!!!!!!!! All things sure fit together, just as I said a short while ago.









SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM, NOW THE DOORS ARE GOING OFF LIKE THERE IS NO TOMORROW, SHERIFF SIR. I LIVE IN A TOTAL HELLHOLE!!!!!!!! THINGS ARE BEYOND MOTHER FREAKING THERMONUCLEAR FOR ME TODAY, AND FOR SOME TIME, WITH MY NABES FROM HELL IN HERE; SHERIFF MASCARA, KIND SIR!!!!!!!! YESSIR, THIS IS MOST DEFINITELY A MAJOR OFF THE SCALE:



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THE MILITUFORCE HAS STRUCK ME WITH ANOTHER MAJOR MOTHER FRIKKIN' HEALTH DESTRUCT ASSAULT ON MY BODY AS WELL AS ALL OF THIS OTHER DOG STENCH!!!!!!









I am going to report these pigs to the office staff again, since that seems to be al that I am able to do without ending up in jail myself. Gee willagars, what a horrible land I must live in, and this is of course totally the reason why this MILITUFORCE endlessly keeps me down and oppressed and poverty stricken no matter what I have ever attempted to do in this life as Mark Wayne Mohr for nearly 65 years now. It has a plan and an objective, it has a goal. Insanity does have a goal. The MILITUFORCE or these Astral-Plane gods are totally insane. Endlessness has a way of doing this to us!!!!













Exactly how does Halloween, Cooley Hall, Patty H.H. Hollister, and Atlantic City all tie together with Jim Burr, Zvonko the great inventor, and the David Copperfield mind transmitting BEACH ALCHEMIST, you ask me folks? Well, do you have about a year or so right now to learn all of thisSSSSSSSSS, Mizz Erica Kane, or would you rather learn this in small sections? I think I know that answer. The following blogs will be dedicated to thisSSSSSSSSS because thisSSSSSSSSS is indeed the heart and soul of the entire Morianity Project. DIE-DIE-DIE, you're cat is telling me to die, lady. I often wonder if she isn't PHHH in the future of that parallel world where I was given the lottery number of the pick-3 Pennsylvania Lottery back in 1980. It may not be, or then, it could be. Hey for all I know, me buccaneers are underneath me' buckin' hat too, lady! 'Tricky teet-teet', as they say in Halloweentown, where many strange things do in fact go on there, Mister Crichton me' kind sir. Some peeps have the wild notion that the entire Astral-Plane has a foul odor. This is not the case. DOGTOWN is literally filled with sulfur mines and sulfur stench that would blow anybody away. This is why when we are given a DOGTOWN sentence and turned into creatures with tails that we humans now call 'dogs', Almighty Goddess SSJKK increases our sensory smell system by thousands of times, to even heighten the punishment. The stench of Dogtown is most definitely effecting outer regions all the way into certain distant outer parts of Halloweentown and the incredible dense forests in-between those areas. Sheriff, the door slamming is off the scale, sir, and I AM GOING TO BE CALLING 911 IN A FEW MINUTES because IO CANNOT TAKE THIS ANY LONGER, SIR!!!!!!!











I will call 911 very soon, and it is my next door cow slut from unit #605, sir. She has a shopping cart outside of her door and is going in and out and slamming the door as hard as she can, the damn witch!!!!!!!!!!!!











There is no point trying to blog right now during this absolute DEATH SIEGE ON ME, SHERIFF SIR, 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!



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