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2:30 AM-EST-HERE IN ROTTEN ASS FORT PIERCED, FL
EARLY ON A SATURDAY ROTTEN LOUSY STINKING
MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, YO
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION, DOGS:
Gee willagars, lads and lassies, I have a few things to tell you before I crash and burn out of this super mother fucking BOTBAR ASS DAY, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Golly, gash, darn, Copyright Office of 1988, and fellow time manipulators, along with Pete Pote, and Sheri Lee as well, with SHOE BOXES, and Saturn Automobiles; huh Stephanie, YO? So let us get right down to fucking cases, shall we BRO and SIS?
That slutty little mother fucking demon is back, who I named ‘DISDEE’ for Disappearing Demon entity, the little bitchy whore, that enjoys making my shit vanish out of sight; sometimes for good and all, right Ebeneezer Scrooge?
I asked the great GAWKY GAUKAUK KITTY CAT some things, and now need to share it with my BLOGAUD, YO.
Before I get to the Q&A GAWNUM SHIT folks, I need to tell you, that my mother fucking illegal jerk off neighbors have been PURE FUCKING CUBNT HELL AGAIN for the past few days. Monday, I am driving over to the Fort Pierce Police Station, and signing a complaint against them for personal harassment, I am taking these fucking jit bag scum suckers to court. Then I am suing the Public fucking Housing Authority, for mistreatment. All day again, and worse than ever, SLAMMING FUCKING DOORS, HALLWAY SHOUTING, BOOMING SUBWOOFER STEREO NOISE, and that’s exactly what it fucking is, no talented fucking rotten NOISE!!!!!!!!!!!!
People who can actually write music and sing to it, are out of business, as now we basically have and have had for a long while, THE NOISE INDUSTRY, I do not know where the fucking music industry vanished into, maybe I should cunt eating ask my rotten friend, DISDEE????????????????
I asked three questions, and also, played another SYSTEM-ROULETTE game, winning another fucking 3 units for a total of 4 units today on super BOTBAR TIMES TWO, or $400.00 on the 1986 Atlantic City gaming level that I used to play, when I would go to the New Jersey fucking ass casinos back then, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not going to lie to you folks, THIS IS A REAL COCK SUCKING KICK ASS ROULETTE SYSTEM, RIGHT UP CLOSE TO PARALLEL EVENT ITSELF. Jason Forrest and his garbage WFMU has me plastered on the internet, discussing a tiny bit of the topic of applying parallel event to this game of roulette, on that fucking page he put up about MEET MARK, and Crackpots From New Jersey. Turn down that pull gain, Jason, at least DEEZY SLIM does not distort his music on YOUTUBE, if you cannot hit his magic levels without distorting, then turn it down, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me keep my transdimensional Cifaloglio boss happy so I don’t get lifted up off the ground, or for that matter, let me keep Nick happy so he doesn’t grab my throat again, like he did elsewhere in hyperspace at the fucking Lakehouse, back in early oh-M-9. SHEEEIT!!!!!!
OK, I’m bushed Mister ex-President, so let me get the 3 Q&A things done and sign the hell off of this blog.
QUESTION 1 FOR THE GAWNUM:
WHO OR WHAT IS MOST RESPONCIBLE FOR MY TOTAL FUCKING 2012 MISERIES, AND WANTS ME DEAD THE MOST OUT OF ALL OF MY WOMO-M2F ENEMIES???????????
ANSWER-PCN-121, THESE INCLUDE MY ITEMS AS FOLLOWS YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
APRIL TWENTY SEVEN TWENTY ELEVEN—-”GLOOMY SUNDAY” SONG—-ROYAL FLUSH—-DANCE MUSIC—-CHERRY HILL—-EMPIRE STATE BUILDING———————————–
QUESTION 2 FOR THE GAWNUM:
WHY AM I SO PREVENTED AND SANCTIONED, FROM BEIBNG ABLE TO LIVE, USE SOCIAL MEDIA, HAVE MY OWN FAMILY, HAVE ANY KIND OF A NORMAL LIFE AT ALL, OR EVER BE ONE BIT RECOGNIZED FOR MY TALENTS AS A WRITER OF ANY KIND, WHEN I KNOW DAM WELL I AM NOT ALL THAT TERRIBLE, AND REALLY FUCKING YUKKY SHIT IS GETTING MILLIONS OF HITS AND VIEWS?????????????
ANSWER-PCN-220, THESE INCLUDE MY ITEMS AS FOLLOWS YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ASTRAL PLANE—-MARIAH CAREY COMING TO ME IN DREAMS—-BOOK OF BEACH—-HIP HOP MUSIC—-MOUNTAINPEN—-GODDESS JEHOVAH’S DREAM—-DONNA SUMMER—-JEDD CLAMPETT—-LIVE FOREVER—-TEENAGED GIRLS FLIRTING WITH ME IN MY FIFTIES—-SANDRA MASON
WELL FOLKS, YO, I AM GOING TO SLEEP, AND HOPEFULLY I WILL NOT HAVE HORRIBLE FUCKING NIGHTMARES, TO USE YOUR FORWARD MORTAL LINGO HERE, WHAAAAAAAAAA.
Maybe it is just a coincidence, but it is funny that this nabe shit started up real bad, right after I was working on a wild new system for winning lotteries. I did not say anything, but “THEY” fucking know every cunt lapping thing I do, how can I win or beat something, that as even SUPERMAN was quoted as saying, in the original 1957 black and white television show about the machine that could turn the crooks and robbers invisible; “That I can’t see”? He makes one hell of a point, with or without any horses, fudge, Warren Grove, New Jersey’s, or accidents!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, Trump, Wolf, Macy, and all others, let’s do it, and get it fucking over with, to quote old Tommy Pervert Reale from 1970, *****W—-O—-W*****. WHAAAAAAA!!!
END TRANSMISSION, YO DOGS!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER, 1983 REWRITE
(C)2012 NEW LYRICS, FROM OLD TUNE,
GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING
COPYRIGHT MARK WAYNE MOHR 2012, REWRITE FROM 1983 ALSO COPYRIGHTED UNDER TITLE THEN, “GIRL, I’LL TELL YOU ANYTHING”, NOW UNDER REWRITE TITLE OF
“YOU’LL BE CROSSING OVER”
VERSE ONE
I’m so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new
Let me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few
Oh my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew
We’re down and out, and we will even go to work for you
You seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two
I am so weak and faint and do not wanna’ be so blue
While we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe
Oh please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you
We’ll help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew
But greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say
I’ve been working hard out in the sun all day
And I’m not giving any freaking fish away
VERSE
TWO
So when you add your salty tears directly in the sea
And when you’re done your song of woe, that you have sung to me
Just take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty
And right into the undertow, and stop annoying me
And talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish
You loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch
I have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled
So either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed
Guys like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled
People say I’m cold and cruel, on every single day
But I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay
So I’m not giving any of my fish away
VERSE THREE
They say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand
And mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand
Storms blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died
The sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried
And on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned
Ignoring waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound
Just another bucket and, then he’ll have caught his fill
A lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill
The king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again
Yet locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben
I’ve been working hard out in the sun all day
So yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay
And I’m not giving any of my fish away
VERSE FOUR
You’ll be crossing over, later wishing you’d been nicer
You’ll be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer
You’ll be crossing over, hearing all the trash they’re talking
You’ll be crossing over, and you’ll have to keep on walking
You’ll be crossing over, watching all the others eating
Feasts with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating
Forever seeing many fish, but never on your plate
You had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate
You’ll be crossing over, and you’ll be a lonesome rover
Forever doomed to hear the words you always used to say
That you’ve been working hard out in the sun all day
Oh yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay
So you’re not giving any of your fish away
END OF SONG.
THIS DAM SONG HAS CAUSED THE WORST YEAR FOR ME NOW, SINCE I DIED OF AIDES IN 1983, AS YOU KNOW, NOTHING CAN KILL ME FOREVER, AND THE GRAVE IS UNABLE TO HOLD A CURSED, AND CHOSEN HUNTINGTON.
LISTEN TO IT ON YOUTUBE AND SING ALONG, YO!
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