ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, SECTION-K3
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LOYALTY
MY ASS, YOU ROTTERN THUGS.
About Me
- theansweristheqyuestion
- Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing, that out of close to 8 billion that live, or have lived here; none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Monday, July 30, 2007
BLOG NUMBER 7
RATS,
TATS, AND PLAYING REAL FOOTBALL----- BLOG #7
----073007.694----
Muzak harassment and teasing shit is back, and has been back 4 a week or so. U walk into any store that has this connection, and they start in fucking with me. Many tall girls R all over me everywhere I go, way beyond the average heights 4 women, and I know the statistics of percentages of women and girls over 5 and one half feet in height. They know that I have been the victim of giant sluts and have had the fuck knocked out of me by quite a few of them, the first two being while attending the NJNPI in Princeton, NJ, forced 2 go there in the 6th grade, 4 absolutely no good reason at all. Nothing that I complain about is delusional or unimportant; everything has its reasons based on sound stuff that I make complaints about. As 4 Muzak, this all began at Resorts International with no pun intended on where it all began, but I was playing roulette one day with Jim Burr, a friend of mine at the time in early 1983, and suddenly an announcement came over the system where the music is played throughout the floors, hall, even the elevators, that said and I quote, “OK, the name of this song is”. Then they preceded 2 play the song, and they never do this, nor did they ever B4 or since. I had just sent a song to the US © Office the prior month where I open one of the songs that I had recently then written called, DON’T EF AROUND WITH MAGNETICS, and opened it up by saying ,”OK the name of this song is don’t ef around with magnetics”. Don’t fucking tell me what I am dreaming up in my sick psychotic deluded imagination, as I know what is real and what is not, in fact I am quite the fucking expert on this subject, and screw all of U that think otherwise!!!!!! I do not have an imagination; I am 2 busy attempting 2 deal with my many problems and never ending life hell. The siege today started shortly after the storm ended and Diana had to leave me. It was just shy of 12PM when in less than one hour I was given the full baseball treatment, struck 3 times and knocked totally out on my ass. First a low loud private piss bubble plane went over my roof in violation of my civil rights, ACLU, then 11 minutes later at 2:10, they cut out my left-mono side on my home theatre, FCC. Then a short tine later, a major death beam hit me, and my bowels blew, causing a major diarrhea attack. Yes I said I will rat and tattle tail, and I am not just whistling fucking Dixie through my teeth 2 give everybody a germ shower.
Muzak harassment and teasing shit is back, and has been back 4 a week or so. U walk into any store that has this connection, and they start in fucking with me. Many tall girls R all over me everywhere I go, way beyond the average heights 4 women, and I know the statistics of percentages of women and girls over 5 and one half feet in height. They know that I have been the victim of giant sluts and have had the fuck knocked out of me by quite a few of them, the first two being while attending the NJNPI in Princeton, NJ, forced 2 go there in the 6th grade, 4 absolutely no good reason at all. Nothing that I complain about is delusional or unimportant; everything has its reasons based on sound stuff that I make complaints about. As 4 Muzak, this all began at Resorts International with no pun intended on where it all began, but I was playing roulette one day with Jim Burr, a friend of mine at the time in early 1983, and suddenly an announcement came over the system where the music is played throughout the floors, hall, even the elevators, that said and I quote, “OK, the name of this song is”. Then they preceded 2 play the song, and they never do this, nor did they ever B4 or since. I had just sent a song to the US © Office the prior month where I open one of the songs that I had recently then written called, DON’T EF AROUND WITH MAGNETICS, and opened it up by saying ,”OK the name of this song is don’t ef around with magnetics”. Don’t fucking tell me what I am dreaming up in my sick psychotic deluded imagination, as I know what is real and what is not, in fact I am quite the fucking expert on this subject, and screw all of U that think otherwise!!!!!! I do not have an imagination; I am 2 busy attempting 2 deal with my many problems and never ending life hell. The siege today started shortly after the storm ended and Diana had to leave me. It was just shy of 12PM when in less than one hour I was given the full baseball treatment, struck 3 times and knocked totally out on my ass. First a low loud private piss bubble plane went over my roof in violation of my civil rights, ACLU, then 11 minutes later at 2:10, they cut out my left-mono side on my home theatre, FCC. Then a short tine later, a major death beam hit me, and my bowels blew, causing a major diarrhea attack. Yes I said I will rat and tattle tail, and I am not just whistling fucking Dixie through my teeth 2 give everybody a germ shower.
I had a major astral projection, uninduced, same as saying I had a UFO-Alien abduction, when U do not induce it through the Fascitar 6-10 method or some other way that works 4U, it is one and the same thing that people claim when they claim they R abducted, UR not awake nor asleep and UR in a Third-Thing-Happening. Speaking of which, in my big confession blog recently posted, I never said I made up anything nor lied, merely that I gave the world different explanations 4 the same thing. Also I forgot to mention that Sarah Krassle was 10 at the start on the beach where she took the chain out of my hand, and then she was 14 upstairs in her shop when dreamshift put me in the second part of this 2 part wild interaction. Someday, I will tell things and back them up on my website with audible and visual proofs, and you will all feel like shit 4 disbelieving me throughout all of this. Anyone out there thinking any of this is empty threats, the gods’ need 2 bless U bwaby-wuv. Maybe I should say, help U, if UR guilty of being in any way a part of this unholy horrific conspiracy. Anyway, in the interaction, I am leaving my body and literally flew out of it with outstretched arms, and ended up landing on the Atlantic City beach right at Ziggy’s jetty at Saint James Place. There is no way 2 make this long story short and maintain the integrity of the interaction. I will just tell U that Diana got me out of it and told me she was coming to protect me, and after waking out of it and being here on the MW a short while, her lightning indeed came around with beautiful pink white and purple colors, near and close 2 me. I went out onto my porch 2B as near 2 my lovely queen as I could B. The interaction had something 2 do with my dad owning the patent rights to chocolate, and the details R now a bit sketchy 2 me. I was running down the beach in long bouncing strides where I was practically airborne most of the time, bouncing up high in the air and moving at a fast clip. Some sheriffs wanted to arrest me 4 doing something that I had absolutely no idea nor clue what they were even talking about, but I was taken into an office in an upstairs place, and led to a desk where voices on a speakerphone were addressing me by name and telling me that I was about 2B placed under arrest. I found myself in an elevator with several giant sluts, some white, some black, and they were laughing at me and telling me that the Arctic snows would melt away B4 I would get out of this one. The entire thing had to do with my father’s patent rights, and how I was accused of being in collusion to rip off some big shot that enabled my dad to get these patent rights. My mom and dad were on the beach, and were taken into custody, and I made a run into the ocean, put my arms out and kept thinking forward until I was moving about 30 knots, and ended up around Wildwood, NJUSAESMWG. The beaches here and there, R nearly as wide as those at the shores of the Teck Bay on the astral plane. I was greeted by some lifeguards that came directly up 2 me and told me that I am not on the astral world, and demanded 2 know how I could just put my arms out and move forward. I started long stride running again up towards Wildwood’s boardwalk, I was somewhere near Morey’s Pier. When I got close to the boardwalk I was dream shifted back to the beach near the jetty at Saint James Place back in Atlantic City. The sheriff’s were just up the beach and I tried running again, but even though I could run like the wind, joggers were passing me like I was a turtle. The sheriff’s were laughing real loud and telling me that I do not have a prayer of getting out of this. Then a bunch of huge 6 foot 3 inch Amazon type girls grabbed me and threw me down, and started punching the stew chewing daylights out of me, until I died and came back into my body here in Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG. U will all B fucking sorry 4 doing these things 2 me. I have the power to blow the whole world out of its orbit, and have been holding back using it for many decades. I told U all that certain things would happen, and I will tell U now that every point lost recently in the Dow Jones, will all B gained back and much more, it will B close 2 (20,000) points B4U know it, and I am gonna get rich trading the Dow Future Index, Screw U’s (post script) In your dreams Mountainpen.
Bye-Bye big Sarah, and all of your Viqueens and friends in the human world. Don’t burn any bushes for anyone but your special Dalmatian, 'THAT BOY'. Error made on my site text, she did not win me 14 years off my total DOGTOWN sentence, but 14 MK, [minnina-kalpas].
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My
early blogs from my second blogging year (2007), are quite major. It
is truly the beginning for me, or remembering
the nightmare total mess OF PATTY AND MERRY
HOLLISTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So WOW that,
sweet old world, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let us see where all of this
horrible nightmare hellishness takes us as we keep forever marching
onward; because yes sir Commissioner, “It
will most definitely take us where it takes us”, to quote
that totally awesome television 'L&O' character, Mister Jack
(John James) Sam Waterston McCoy!!!! We need not even be concerned
about saving our ships or otherwise similar initials.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jul
29, 2019 4:00 AM – Aug 5, 2019 3:00 AM
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The
MILITUFORCE struck me hard today, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, and I
knew that they would after coming out of the hyperspace early this
total cunt lapping disafsternoon from what mortals love to call and
label, “SUPER VIVID HORRIBLE NIGHTMARES”.
We won't go into them at least for right now. Let me keep this
horrendous shit on pernt for right now, Archibald Bunkerqueens, sir,
from that fabulous early seventies television sitcom show called,
“ALL IN THE FAMILY”, YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These bastard subskummite
ASTRAL GODS and their EARTHLY-COUNTERPART GROUPATION KNOWN BY
MORIANITY AS THE 'MILITUFORCE', YO, got into
my dirt bag nabes from DOGTOWN
this afternoon (HELL) as mortal
humankind would perceive it. They began hammering quite relentlessly
on my walls for absolutely no good reason whatsoever, just as they
do continuously, it never ever stops and it goes on about 100 or
more days every single year without any let up or break, kind
SHERIFF KJM, SIR, yo!!!!!! This TRIAD-NUKE-NABE-SCUM
hellishness is always around me, continuously, never
ending relentlessly, and brutally endlessly; Sheriff
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTERCHEESE and a
BIG ASS BUTT, and but, sir; it
is all done by way of a powerful so-called-fictional SYFY tool,
known to Mountainpen, and his marvelous MORIANITY, as TELLOSIANISM
or better said, 'MIND
CONTROL'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let
me now retaliate for this vicious fucking cunt never terminating
life long goddessdamn assault upon me, oh rotten ass lousy world, YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!
How-bout
a whittle bit of capping work?
ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, SECTION DD
9:31
AM, Sunday, June 16, 2019
FATHERS
DAY, SOSO-WEIN?
I
AM UNDER MAJOR DEATH SIEGE, BUT
WHAT ELSE IS MOTHER FUCKING NEW AROUND MY NIGHTMARE HELL;
SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA SIR, OF
SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA,
DPA-ESMWG??????????? Another thing I am totally sick and tired of is
this constant mother fucking cum-puke-her
updating bullshit, and notices telling me that they will be
discontinued, and all sorts of shit. I am
getting loud sounds outside of my window, as some landscaper
picks a mother fucking cunt eating Sunday to
cut weeds, and the assault began at
shortly after half past seven with the electrical power going out
for a second, waking me up, since I run loud box fans and this
suddenly makes them stop, plus my brick makes a loud beep also, and
poof,there goes the rest of my mother fucking morning sleep. Then my
mother fucking phone system cut out,
and mind you, this is not the same system as the electric, as that
service is provided by the Fort Pierce
Utilities, while it is Comcast
who provides me with phone, TV, and internet. Now the doors are
starting up at 9:40, and this is obviously going to be a real mother
fucking nasty-ass horrendous FATHERS
DAY
ATTACK, as so many of
them are for me, and why is anyone's guess, although it seems that
for a dozen years now,much including the ho-ho-ho Christmas attacks
and helliday-holiday assaults on me in general are all more
logically explainable,that is if there is anything whatsoever about
the DEMONIC
FORCES
(MILITUFORCE)
that has any real rational logic behind it. And folks, THIS
is going to be the main topic of the DD section of my ETERNAL
JOURNAL, from good old songwriter MARK MUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW lovely Oprah; this is most
definitely gonna' be a REAL MOTHER FUCKING SUPER OFF THE CHARTS
BOTBAR DAY FOR THE
GODDAMN MOUNTAINPEN, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hey
Jayjay Evans,
what
can I say?
Life totally sucks bigger pricks than KW's. That is about all that I
can say. Whoooaaaaa, I hate this horrible bullshit more than I can
say, all oldie but goodie tunes notwithstanding, yo!!!
AS
OF THE FIRST WEEK IN THE JUNE
MONTH
I
THINK NEXT YEAR, I
NEED TO TELL THE REAL TRUTHS
TO THE UNITED STATES CENSUS PEOPLE, SINCE THIS
SHIT WON'T STOP!!!!
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