ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER
MARK
MUD
SECTION
P-3
3:10
A.M., SUNDAY, 11 AUGUST, 2019
The
assault and elder abuse is still ongoing, just a tad bit less
intense than Friday's monstrous bull
stenches, SHERIFF K.J. MASCARA, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Here
is the situation, Inspector Henderson” straight from the
great fifties black and white television show, regarding the west
coast mafia guy, Mister Louigee. There was a quick burst of wall
hammering again early this evening, and I am assuming that right
after this, MY KITECHEN SINK WAS STRUCK AGAIN, BACK TO BACK, as it
was last time this happened, remember Sheriff sir, it was two
straight days and times, and then it stopped for weeks just as it had
not happened for weeks? I am not making this monster ass crap up,
kind Sheriff sir!!!!!!!!!!! It had to have occurred between just past
five and just shy of seven on Saturday evening, as it was a few
minutes before seven when I entered my kitchen and saw this attack on
me AGAIN, and the last time I was in there to warm up a hot dog on a
bun in my microwave oven, the gol darn sink was just fine, 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then things were
quiet until about a quarter past two on this damn ass Sunday morning,
and suddenly I was struck with a major freaking left
side DEATH ANGEL ATTACK, and then thirty-five minutes
later, a gigantic cock roach was sitting on my television set, and
the second I so much as moved, it scurried away. Normally, the
roaches here are very unafraid of the human species, coming right
onto me while I am laying down in bed, and crawling right onto my
dinner plate to try and share my food. I took what was left of my
RAID CAN SUPPLY, and emptied it all over
every single penis licking square inch of my apartment. Hopefully, it
will die, but if it is a T3E mini-droid,
it will know exactly how to escape and just come back at me another
time. Laugh at me all you want to world, and
you too BATMAN-JOKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know I speak the total absolute mother friggin' truth in all of my
MORIANITY, me' BRO!!!!!!!! TEE-HEE-HEE-HEE, and Alligator Haters
Anonymous TIMES NINE, or
(AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA)!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
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, as well as totally
destroying
WHOEVER IS MESSING
WITH
MY KITCHEN
SINK.
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.
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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Let
me explore some wild bull stenches with you SHERIFF
KJM sir, and all other potentially interested BLOGAUDIANS,
including the mighty New Group, Alpha Deep Six (NG-ADS) and the
gang!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hey
Jayjay, what
can I say;
it seems America loves me after all, and even my Canadian
friends
deserted
me.
'NGADS'
asked me recently not to discuss his mission here, and that this is
why things went beyond nuts for me in this PH Building (not
this Patty-57)
building mind you, and told me to let the world know that I am
incorrect about him being the intelligence agent known as AdeepS.
It seems I caused a little trouble in the CIA, and so I am
apologizing for that. In any case, who knows, maybe then he is one of
the
big butter cheeses
of the mighty Tellosion
Exploratronic Supermind Society.
Yessir/mahm, I thought maybe since my First
Cuzz Mizz Sandra Mason married the Canadian Citizen Mister Timothy
Letterman,
that this might have come to light, and some offspring family up
there in those great lovely north lands; were maybe reading the
Mountainpen. “Oh
well”,
to quote the illustrious Mizz
Ann
King
Silva!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes the great washcloth
family of Dogtown.
Let me now go
and wash my hands
of this mess, Mister ultimate fighter David
of Smithtown, New York,
and Mister
Highness Emperor Assistant Pontious Pilate.
Not all things can be washed away, perhaps not even with the great
blood of my sixty-first great grand father's Uncle Jesus Carpenter of
Nazareth. 'OH BOY'; huh Annihilating ANN??????? Yes, “because I
loved Diana”, She
said that She
would spare the world, for a while anyway. Oh Sarah-Stacey Jehovah
Krassle, how I love you my
endless all powerful TEEN-QUEEN!!!!
Lawn Mower Man ll, the movie, rent it at the RED BOX, or buy it on
the big Amz and make that rotten multibillionaire playboy jerk even
richer. In any event, you will see that we are all basicly living
inside a gigantic video game
of a sort, and that the
gods from Purgatory
can simply 'jack
into the game'
whenever they choose to do it, and have a big blast messing with
humanity, all in good clean fun mind you. We also know the reason for
it all, to divert and distract their attention away from the
inconceivable
nightmarish truth
about
existing in
endlessness.
The mind of we human beings is another matter all aside from anything
yet harped on to much in my nearly
fourteen year old MORIANITY-BLOG!
What do I mean, maybe you're wondering? Well, in case anyone is, then
let me try and be a bit more damn specific about this. We all wish
that we could know more than we do, and the Mountainpen is absolutely
no exception at all. When I was nearly totally nuts as dog stench
back late in 1996, with my SARAH NIGHTMARE on full steroidal rage and
passion, leading to my I-Ching Trance, and the Hexagram of
Deliverance being thrown, and then leading to my 'trip' with SARAH
where she told me, “Let's
play a game boy, called GUESS
the
name of the GUESTS”.
Shortly after this happened on 'PH' (not Patty-Hollister) Day of
1996, AKA December the 7th
of the year; I came to write the song in the following year of 1997,
called, “THANX TO THE SHADOWS”, and most definitely affirmative
sir SPELLCHECKER, THANX TO THERMONUCLEAR would be absolutely and
completely apropos, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I had completely put
the
great T3E Hollister and family,
out of my mind, it was 1997 after-all, a long time after all of the
past crap went down. It was Patty who introduced me to what the
Christians would call the “dangerous
demonic
occult
world”
shortened now by me and my Morianity, to the non THERMONUCLEAR but
yessir, the “DDOW”.
Not just did she teach me the great NEO-HO-CHANT,
but she was directly and quite mysteriously responsible for my
shortly following that, ordering a set of cassette tapes that taught
me how to use the incredible and unfathomable secret ancient wisdom
of “FASCITAR”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jim Burr whom I had met in the early summer of 1973 at the Cherry
Hall Mall's great office building, at the computer school that we
attended, by the name of Professional Careers Institute, suddenly
very shortly after our meeting there, became a Christian. So the
magnetic FAWCES of good and evil, in sort of a quintessential
operation were now at work around me. Jim Burr was pulling me one
way, while Patty Hollister was pulling me the other way. Then came
the beach alchemist shortly after I began to use the Fascitar. After
this all got going, things multiplexed into unthinkable stuff that no
words could ever hope to discuss intelligently. Still, this was the
HALLS FAWCES at work with me as the pawn, in an epitome of power and
motivation leading to whatever truly is the reason for the 'GASME'
to begin with, or the great ASTRAL
PLANE
GAME
OF THE GODS.
Something has to be used to distract and divert their attention away
from the hellishness of ENDLESSNESS and so this ultimate game, with
two ultimate non Smithtown-David-Hand-washing FAWCES and powers of
unfathomable and inconceivable proportions was now
in play,
PUN
INTENDED!
Now without my being consciously aware at all about my past in
Atlantic City or my past up beyond sir ultimate fighting hand-washing
dude's place of hail, I was a sitting duck, and a target the size of
a solar damn system, for crissake, yo! When I went onto write that
1997 song that was part of the musical copyrighted project called,
'THANX
TO THE SHADOWS',
I used without even consciously realizing it at all, the same melody
from my old 1969 song, called “Burn
With Fire”,
written for Patty Hollister to sing to me, or at least I was hoping
that she might, and even told the musical arranger, after forgetting
all of this with my conscious up front thoughts, to Mister Tom Glenn,
who had come over to my apartment at 1802 Robin Hill early in the
year 1981, to help me do my song, “Love Is For Carpenters”
(LOIS-FOCA).
You all know this story and I won't bore anyone with any rehashing or
reiterations on that topic. Yes, the music from the BWF 1969 song,
was used without my up front mental awareness ever even being tuned
to that truth, back in the year of 1997. Some peeps might say that
reality can never be escaped from. I wholeheartedly freaking concur,
yo!!!!!!!!!!!
This
was all just one small example here of how not only all things are
endlessly tied together and connected cosmicly, but how higher parts
of ourselves, OUR SOUL IF YOU WILL; are what really controls a great
deal of our human lives as we live here on the Earth-Planet, yo
BRO!!!!!!!! And yes Microsoft Spellchecker, you're totally right
again, YO
BRO and YO BROtherhood!!!!
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The
more this demonic MILITUFORCE assaults me, the more I will be flooded
by truths and memories, ghosts from the past, and potential answers
for my present. Next week, I WILL JOIN A LARGE UFO CLUB. It is my
goal to have powerful influential people at least listen to my story,
before writing me off as a JERSEY and FLORIDA CRACKPOT!!!!!
THIS
MEANS WAR,
CUTTER
AND MCCOY!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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