LOYAL-30, The Next Blog and Subtitled; Quoting a Turn of the Century Expression Used by Future Mountainpen, I Am Here and Surviving, by Only by the Skin of me' Freaking Teeth
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Everyone reading this writing knows that they 2 have their little voice, and it has most likely told U all sorts of stuff while U-R reading these words. What I wish some of U would do as 2024 comes in, is begin keeping a little notebook or digital record in your phone or wherever, of each time the voice tells U anything about me or my story, while U read it. U never have 2 share it with me or anyone, but once every couple of months, examine it. Then examine stuff I am writing as each new 60 day period begins. Watch how my blogs start conforming 2 stuff U hear with your little voice. After this blows your mind, we may B sort of ready 2 try this 2nd stage of the wildest thing 2 happen in your life, most likely. I will start 2 then show peeps that both in-waking-world as well as when U go off into 'dreamville', my blogs will follow U in ways that will go beyond anything that U can possibly imagine. Already over the past second half of my time living here in Flowerland-USA, AKA FLUSAESMWG; my dreams correspond 2 stuff that my Blogaudians R 'thinking about' many times, while reading these blogs. How do I know this, and how can I-B bold enough 2 believe that 4 one single second, some R obviously thinking 2 themselves right now? When I am ready, I will give U some answers that will blow your minds from here 2 triple Dogtown and back. I am not ready yet 4 the simple reason that I know that U-R not ready 4 me 2 do this with anyone of U YET!!!!!!!! It's as simple as THAT!!!!
All of my entire life, I have had every single thing in it which no reader can possibly conceive and will insist inside of themselves that this Mountainpen-sicko whack job, must B in fact making this all up, or at least major exaggerating with it. I know that I am not one small bit exaggerating my true tale here, but U of course can only endlessly wonder and head-scratch. Of course, I realize that, lovely HTHS-Mizz Sharon Pee. But ever since I was born, this has gone on around me, and yes; in certain definite and major stages in time, the entire matter would seemingly jump up and escalate into a lot more than B-4. It was the same old same old but simultaneously it was a major stage jumping or an increased amount of the same pile of horrible negatives endlessly happening around me and there was no way 2-B living my life and inside of my shoes, and not B completely aware of this reality, despite everyone insisting with me that I am in need of a team of head shrinks and lots of endless psycho-therapy. My first escalation of the same stuff only on a higher increased level and layer of stuff, was when I walked out of school forever, leaving the mighty and quite illustrious and elusive, COOLEY HALL, IN THE FINAL DAYS OF JANUARY, IN THE YEAR OF 1973. Then the next major jump and escalation was after meeting Sir Jim Burr at the PCI Computer School in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG in the summer time of 1973 around a half of a year after leaving school, and his almost immediately falling into his wild crazy holy roller religion and then telling me all about the satanic forces that were destroying both his life as well as my life, and went onto explain Y stuff was all happening around me in my life, only I had no balancing concepts around me nor anyone belonging 2 the future group known as the 'AAT', or Ancient Astronaut Theory peeps. The next jump after this was the entire 3 year period of between middle 1983 into middle 1986 and ending with the exact major life altering incident on 15 August of 1986. The next one was at the very start of August a decade after that in 1996 with the Turnersville Pathmark terror threat on my mom and me and all of the great search 4 the magical goddess SSJKK time period, leading 2 the slow and very monstrously torturous demise of my mother that dragged out 4 more than 2 solid years and ending on the 4th of March, in the starting of this 3rd millennium, the great Marola-Cooley-2000 year. The final jump of escalating disastrous nightmares in my sub vampiric existence called human life only it was never truly that, was the meeting of the great Washcloth family only not from 'dreams in 1970' in Ventnor, NJUSAESMWG, but rather more than three and a half decades following those initial nightmares, and here in waking life, the KING CLAN, and then eventually shortly after meeting them, actually coming 2 live with this washcloth family of unfathomable surreal nightmares on terra-steroids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now these jumps and escalations changed absolutely nothing. It was like a powerful kilowatt Crown Audio Amplifier connected into a keyboard with some cat or dog walking on the keys, and making a horrendous sound. It all stunk 2 Dogtown squared and back, but these dated jumps R simply comparable with another twist of the volume dial, and this horrible noise being merely turned up higher and higher and higher. That point is what needs 2-B made B-4 going on with the magic voices that we all hear inside our minds, and that psychiatrists continue insisting come from our normal various levels of human thought processes. They do not, and real born again Christians, despite being back in the midevel Renaissance times, know that what I am saying here is absolutely true. This is about the only thing positive that I can say about approximately 80 percent of the red side aisle, over that same approximate percentage on the blue side. I still say that the democrats elected Donald Trump in November of 2016, and by taking their damn dirty glass political correctness movement just 2 far!!!!!!!!! Nothing 2 damn extreme on both left and right sides is good nor healthy 4 this nation, and I would sell my 'soul' 2 the 'proverbial devil' today, if it would create a powerful emerging third party of absolute in-between red and blue ideas. At least a strong party in the real and true middle would allow this country a chance 2 move on again rather than lead 2 its obvious ultimate very soon total destruction. No I don't mean pow pow and bombs dropped destruction. There R many more ways 2 wipe out a nation than just using violent stuff and horror. We already R 90 percent completely destroyed and on top of this, we don't even realize it. Now tell me just how much worse the H-bomb is than THAT!!!!!!! But enough political discussions, shall we get back now onto the point and title of this writing: There is a voice that we all hear inside our heads, U now it, I know it, head shrink docks know it, nobody denies it, and absolutely nobody truly understands it, not even the so-called enlightened and god-realized MWM-Mountainpen-Cursed-Huntington!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUTTERCHEESE, BIG GLASS BUTT, and but people YO, I do know something and that something is more than any of U, and IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So let us get 2 this now, ''okay'' Mister Latengrate Atlantic City Sir John King of early September of 1996????? JEEZ-Louise.
Last night I was in some hyperspace locale where I was being interrogated by the BRIGGBASE PURGATITE SPAMMENIES, whom on the waking Earth-Planet R known 2 the Mountainpen, as my own personal WSMT ENEMIES, or spelled out; the WOMO SPACEFORCE MACYFORCE TRUMPFORCE, and don't laugh 4 one wee tad bit of a New York City microsecond here peeps, as I have facts supporting the entire nasty glass mess from this 'DOE' (Dogtown On Earth)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOMO speaks 4 itself since my copyrighted 1988-1989 musical projects were © officially, and sent 2 the Library of the Congress © Office, of 'wash your hands Sir David', WASHINGTON, DC-13-600. As 4 the Trump and Macy gang, and the great TV-ad-spot commercial staring this gang of Manhattan; we begin with that, and then move right into the Dawn King deal, of how she managed 2 get over on the entire NJ-USA-CJS, or the Criminal Justice System, of the state of NO JOYSEY. This was done by a magical fragrance that she obtained from distant cousins of the deeper quieter family branches of me' baby mama, the lovely Mizz Patty Hollister-H-H. This is how my entire life was forever altered and ruined, and everything that I once owned and could have used 2 prove countless gigantic things about these wild enemies, were lost 2 me for flucking ever and ever, in that clever plot 2 get me living with them in Blueberryville 'BLUCRAN' Hammonton, NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!! It truly is just that simple, only how simple is the powerful junk behind these mind busting OZ-CURTAINS behind this entire deal, y-O? Here comes my first futhermucking goddessdog annoying (y-O-HACK) of the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now in this nightmare this morning B-4 arising, it appears that I was being questioned by several extremely unpleasant and savory characters, 2 say the vely Bob FCC McDowell in 1972 @ Cooley Hall least here, and I remember being in a chair with some type of a field restrainer system on me preventing me from moving a muscles except 4 me' mind-speech-center, as I could talk and only barely at that. I was being asked many various things, some stuff about Y my blogs R telling so many details about the dream worlds and especially 2 an audience that seems 2 just B laughing at me 4 the very most part? Then I was also questioned about Y my need is seemingly so great 4 trying 2 get my hellishness avenged? These things don't make sense 2 me at all. Is it not a human thing 2 want 2 have my totally destroyed life avenged, and at least B vindicated so as a day might come even after my death if necessary, where the world shall become aware of what was done 2 me, and that I was not just some goddamn crackpot whackadoodle person, AKA an 'EDP' by the police and others in authority. Am I not a goddamn human being with normal wants and needs 4 crissake? I am not the savior; just a guy telling his nightmare story that seemingly is emanating straight out from beyond the very gates of Purgatorial Dogtown itself!!!!!!! The last thing I need is 4 some lunatic groups confusing me with some freak like the Buddha or Christ, as I am not on a mission in the same way that they were, hence my word 'freak', not connoting a negative towards them in any smallest way, merely saying that their lives were indeed out of the ordinary and freakish ands with me, all I ever wanted was a goddamn normal way of life, and cannot ever seemingly have the smallest wee tad bit of an access 2 it, so I am not some goddamn freak. I don't want groups out there thinking that I am, other than 4 the absolute truth of one indisputable and irrefutable truth that is so big that my harping on it enough will eventually get me killed-murdered by some truly crazy person eventually, in the name supposedly of 'their god' which is total horse stench on steroids!!! I speak of the ultimate truth that there is of course a definite reason that my life had 2-B the way that it is. The reasons behind all the junk with me as well as all the junk all surrounding me, locally, nationally, globally, intergalactically, the whole nasty glass 324 inches, and then some, AKA the whole goddamn 27 feet or '9 YARDS'!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U-C, hate me and hate my words, and hate my claims until the sun goes damn dark and the QFG goes 2 pasture along with all of the great COW-LEO's of Atlantic City; and it changes NOTHING concerning the only possible explanation 4 what my life is, and is all about. It can only B that one incredible possible deal, and most of U know what this is and hate my guts 4 even daring 2-B audacious enough 2 put it into print or ever so much as speak it aloud. The upline thought has become this entire thing, and all thoughts R downlined singularity points of zero dimensional ultimate energy fields that then become their own Plancktime realities and then go onto blow out into their 5-D hyperspace surrounding systems, in an endless upline-downline system of an unknown mysteriousness that has no possible words nor possible human-mind relatability 2 it, not now, and not ever ever never never ever; quoting the awesome lovely Motor City artist, that we all know and love 2 this very day, the great lovely Mizz Diana Ross. There simply is no other way of explaining the story that has officially, after 2006 year came upon humanity, is named, “MORIANITY”. This story rationalizes my life with the truth of the singularity being none other than an upline thought that was most likely quite casually crossing the mind one day of some upline girl, about HER THAT BOY in HER ATLANTIC CITY UPLINE WORLD, and although I am a mere part of this thought along with all of U, still, it and I mean this entire thing called our cosmos, is all about ME. Believing this makes me either the craziest mother smother 2 ever walk the face of the Earth, or it is the truth, and the world will decide and will judge me accordingly, and this was the other part of the interrogation from my nightmarish spirit trip last night. Not even the Lambrigg Cult can alter these truths and this is Y of course, the greatest god on the Astral Plane hates me so much and is so jealous of me, the awesome Apollo-Lucifer Diabolis Krassle, whom upline, is a man in an ordinary life and world, named Lester. He is madly in love with Sarah Krassle, and this love triangle is causing this entire nightmare that 8 billion peeps R all a part of, completely unwilling and even unaware participants in this wild 5-D puzzle that no store in the cosmos would ever B able 2 have in stock nor sell 2 anyone. But then, we don't need it do we? We have the real thing going on all around us, and if anyone alive can show me the error of me' ways, in so far as giving me anything that better explains my life, a literal morianity-2 with a better explanation, I say unto them right now, BRING IT THE DOGTOWN ON, and if U can prove me wrong, and if Clarence Harris in 1998 can prove me wrong 2 this day as well, U would B making this poor pitiful slob the happiest dude on this EARTH-PLANET times ten 2 the power of 10 THOUSAND!!!!!!!!! Only none of U can, and U never will B able 2, so live with it and deal the Christmas tree angels with it 2, YO!!!!!!! As 4 my human problems since I live here on this planet as a human being and subject 2 every single rule that anyone reading these words also R; I know that I will need 2 go 2 NAPA and eventually spend more money 4 an expert brake job and once and 4 it all get it right and allow me 2 drive a safe car. I still am waiting 2 get my medication problem solved completely, and hopefully resolved. As of yesterday, a new supply of all 5 meds that I take under doctor prescribed authority were ordered through me' United, and it should start a new order processing deal that will all work out this time and unlike the initial time when I switched doctors and it all went super nutso bonkers on steroids. When these 2 problems R completely solved, I will B able 2 relax again, 4 a while, until the next nightmares R given 2 me, as it appears that I must endlessly endure this PPMM wild incredible surreal unfathomable beyond nightmarish HUNTINGTON CURSE until the final hours and minutes of my present-me life as MARK WAYNE MOHR, and there is absolutely nothing that can B done 2 stop it. So do I know a lot more than what I have so far told about the upline world of our Almighty SSJKK and Her life there, or said more accurately, her life there, as there, she is just a girl named Sarah Krassle, and is not an all mighty person at all. Every single thought is a magical wave of energetic truth that transcends any atomic reality presently known or most wildly conceived of so far by any cutting edge quantum physicists and anyone at al in the scientific community. What I know spans the entire MIND-SYSTEM in ways that I would not dare get into, not now, and not ever, as much of it most definitely goes into that no-no range of the U-I. It really is as simplllleeee as THAT folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Pasted in from NAPA information from GOOGLE).
1 – Spongy Brake Pedal
A soft, spongy feel in the brake pedal is a sure sign of a problem in the hydraulic system. Issues such as air in the lines, failing calipers or wheel cylinders, failing master cylinder, or a weak flex line can feel soft when you hit the pedal. Your brake pedal should be firm and the brakes should feel solid and apply gradually. When the pedal is soft and spongy, your braking system is not functioning at 100%. It could be as simple as low brake fluid in the master cylinder which allowed air into the system.
That is the type of break issue that I am having and so far, my regular mechanic is not properly repairing 4 me, and I remember many times in No Joysey throughout my days of driving cars up there, having this issue and regular goddamn mechanics R pretty much worthless 4 properly resolving the issue, U need 2 go 2 a true BRAKE specialist, such as a NAPA STORE REPAIR PLACE. I have no cherce in the matter, Mister flucking Archie Bunker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, do I believe that behind this issue is a MCFLY magical circuit deal that is all interconnected in with flashing and ever-blinking dashboard car idiot lights and government controlled car-brain electronic wizardry of some type and kind????????????? U can bet your smother plucking BRITISH PETROLEUM I BELIEVE THIS, MISTER MIKE ALEX P.-K. FOX, OH SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. Lovely Goddess Diana Z-A gives U HER best, Michael J-F!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Quoting Sir Art Crane here YO, 'SOOOOOOOOOOOO' WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW & W-O.
End of this Transmission.
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