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MARK WAYNE MOHR OF HAMMONTON, NEW JERSEY, 2006-2012
BEGINNING
TRANNY, GRANNY: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Well,
here are some updates folks since last postings were made. First,
today, the WOMO-ENEMY of ES (EXPLORATRONS) awoke me with a very bad
sore throat, as always, right out of the blue, and all else feels
totally fine, more sky poison or some other form of bio-hazardous
attack on me that began on June the 4th in freaking 1983.
Nightmares last night were off the chart horrendous, and to boot, the
AT&T landline telephone was hacked yet again, this happens on a
very regular basis, every three weeks or so, somewhere around or just
less than twenty times annually. This new type of phone utility siege
with OTAMM-EXPLORATRON, while I lived in Florida for nearly two and a
half years since middle December in 2009, after running away from the
wildest family on Planet Earth, has strange new as well as old mixed
persecutions. The old disconnect from the entire system still happens
as well as the off hook sound there after, but now in addition since
living here in Fort Pierce, freaking Florida, YO; I get a loud
howling screeching type of sound that is totally illegal, as if at
that moment, I was speaking and holding the receiver to my head, I
would be deafened, and this WILL eventually result in a major lawsuit
against this monopoly giant, as it is logically just a matter of
time, huh Donna? No man is an island, but as Letty might say, “Hay
girl”, I wish I could be one under this Huntington Curse!!!!!!! I
will never forget the great Leticia Tilley of Egg Harbor, New Jersey,
the twin distant cousin to the awesome Mariah Carey. But awesome in
so many ways, hay girl. Wow, you and your cousin are both mothers, I
mean this in the nice way, but you know that!!!!!! Letty, if it
wasn't for Cousin Dawn-Marie, I would have taken you to the Island of
PR and married you, wow, listen to me; and after I came within an
inch of getting sent to Rikers Island in August '86. I know it was
your cousin who green-lined me a year ago, as I am no Alex Jones the
great, I get no views from anyone. This is all erased off and
re-posted since YOUTUBE hacks non mainstream folks so frequently, and
my good pal Alex knows this all too well.
Now
on with the show, folks. We can begin with the nightmares, or
EXPLORATRONIC ACTIVITIES of last night with me. I was in yet another
home and parallel universe, an antimatter one in reference to this
one where I am now seemingly awake in physical form and body, typing
this document with a keyboard.
Mr.
Bob McDowell, great friend of mine from 1970-1972 in Haddonfield, New
Jersey, just yards west of the Hopkins Lane Lilly's Lilliputian
Livery, down at no Callio-Coolio----Cooley Hall. You know, a child
can look up the history of all these punky folks and see what has
been going on, Oh Lovely Lizzy Cum Bags. I know you have a great
system for playing the stock market, but I might have mixed up the
cum-bags with the towns of Babylon and Williamstown, and the year
date of 1968 with the 1994 year date, both summer time eras, that is
no mix up. Still, I have not done any serious checking, but yes, if
it was around my kid's 25th birthday, oh please no, I
cannot deal with this, not now, and not later. Still, he gave me that
system for the Dow Jones and insisted that one of his friends had a
younger brother, and told a detailed story that I never printed, as
back then, I was a believer in the EP or the 'EXPLORATRON
PHENOMENON', but did not take dreams seriously to print them on my
blogs, especially the ones that had real potential problems attached
to them, and no no normal person would ever think of printing. Let me
now take my less than 20/20 vision and move on while I still have any
eyesight 'left' to march on with, 'right'? Moving on therefore, I
was back with Dawn-Marie King, and Chicky her husband from Guatemala,
was there, along with several other folks that I did not know at all
from this universe and time era, while staying with this nightmare
family in oh-8 and oh-9, Misses 'Tennessee School Play Perfectly
Timed Marola'. Oh Lovely Lisa, brother of the great Atlantic County
Prosecutor in New Jersey, take pity on the one who you dared to call
on your cellular-telephone that day at the end of oh-8-May, a “FAMILY
DESTROYER” AND A “HOME WRECKER”. Forgive them, SSJKK, they only
think they know what the shit they're talking about, where were they
when all those horrific stair chase tags were ongoing in real time,
594594594594594594594594???
In
this powerful nightmare last night, I had unbloggable things happen
to me. It was my kid's 14th birthday, and in this parallel
universe, Dawn and I were the same age we would be here, of course
Dawn passed beyond this veil; of queers and tears and real Toms, on
New Years Day of OH-MAROLA-ELEVEN, but here, she was very much alive
and scarey. Both Dawn and Chicky were running around the house
throwing lit match boxes at each other, and more and more small fires
were starting in various rooms in the house, while I was running all
around trying to douse them with a large coffee pot filled with
water. I actually remember thinking, “WO, at least no stairs, or
we'd all be doing that as well, only me there as well with this large
coffee pot. Then things all suddenly 'dream-shifted' to parking a
vehicle outside of a large building in a big city somewhere, and all
of us getting out of a van type of a vehicle, and walking into a not
too well lit building and heading in and to the right, then
eventually left and up an elevator, a very large special one, yet not
used for freight. When we got up about eight floors or maybe more,
the doo opened and we all exited and walked into a place looking like
a Turkish Spa.
We
ended up in a room with many naked peeps all taking jacuzzi baths in
large tubs with powerful jets spewing water. Dawn insisted that
everybody be completely naked, and I remember stripping down to my
shorts, and was wearing under my pants, a bright red pair of bathing
trunks, and she kept insisting that it come off, as she was going to
one by one fuck every guy in the room and in one of the sauna pools.
My kid was behind me and I told her that I was not going to
participate in this and that I was going to get her out of there, but
she gave me a powerful shove instead, and I went head first into one
of the larger of many of these pools in this weird huge room of
horror. Each time I tried to climb out, my daughter would splash me
hard with her hand, and asked me if she wanted her to get Mickey the
lifeguard in there so I'd cooperate with her and her distant cousin
Dawnie, an exact quote. I suddenly remembered the magical chant words
originally taught me in 1988 in this waking world parallel universe
to that one, and I hollered them out, “Zuudlow, Zuudlow please'
power, power, need”, over and over while Mariah just stared at me
smirking in the way that only she can do, you would have to see it to
know this exact look, y6ou would have to be family or a close friend,
then you do know what I am talking about. I kept saying these
so-called magical words, and she just kept giving me that wild smirk.
Suddenly the lights flickered incredibly, and out of nowhere, I
suddenly found myself in another room filled with many strange
objects not at all recognized by me. I began grabbing them and
holding them closer to me for a better look, and suddenly upon taking
one of them into my hand; I found myself instantly pulled as if I was
a long string, for what seemed a number of miles, and then, poof, I
am walking down a sidewalk with two attractive older women behind me,
and one of them began to fall and I turned, and she was falling into
the street and would have been struck by a full sized tractor and
trailer truck if I had not instantly reached her and grabbed her by
the shoulder and pulled her back away from her impending doom. She
told me she was going to give me a big kiss and wanted to marry me,
and I ran but she could run faster than I could, and was an over six
foot tall full figured and very powerfully solid built woman, and I
ran towards a parked white van and somehow ended up on its roof, and
she took one leap and was up there along with me, so I jumped off
down the other side and made it across a busy city street, and cars
then suddenly came along and totally blocked her ability to follow me
for a few seconds, so I darted into another building in this wild
city, and then ran into two very strange dudes who were also friends
of the family, one was Lisa's friend, the other was Dawn's friend.
They were males, one was real thin and the other was obese as hell,
the heavier one had very thick wild hair, the thin dude had long
stringy hair like Shemp on the 3-Stooges show, only less of it, and a
little longer. The thin man was about 21 years old and was close to
six feet tall, and the other heavy man was perhaps a little bit over
six feet tall. Some terrible thing had happened and these men were
acting extremely weird. The bigger man was a little older, about 28
or so, and wore a pair of very thin glasses, the type that you can
hardly see that a person is wearing glasses at all. The eye lenses
were also very small in width. Somehow I gleaned that the bigger dude
had been injured, his head was all bloody, and he was blaming this
other smaller dude who I just somehow knew was not the one who had
injured this man. Still, he kept screaming at him and was throwing
water at him, and he was soaking wet, and then he went off and
yelled, “OK, you want me wet, I'll be wet”, and he grabbed a case
of bottled water in this room that contained numerous food products,
one being many cases of bottled water, and he opened it up and one by
one, just popped off the caps and poured water all over his head and
down under his shirt, it was a bright blue shirt. Then the bigger
dude yelled that he was really going to mess him up and he grabbed
him and I could hear bones snapping and popping when she got him into
a wrestlers position. I ran out of there for my life, and into the
street. The women were gone, but my daughter was there, and she was
in a very beautiful bright orange bikini, her hair was all long abnd
curly, and and she said and I'll quote, “I-W-A-L-U, three times,
these five letters, from the famous Whitney Houston song, only in
that universe, I came to learn before the interaction was completely
over, that there never was any Whitney Houston. Then I realized,
while still in this DREAMING-INTERACTION, this is how I confused this
1990 song in my waking world, as I remember a totally different set
of circumstances once existing, and still do, here. In the universe I
lived at before that incredible 5-month experience in 1986 where I
spent time in Atlantic City on Ohio Avenue in a parallel universe,
before I woke up into HERE, wherever this is; the letters EMF stood
for Electromotive-Force, here they stand for Electromagnetic-Field.
There, only distance could stop these fields, here, we have built
shielding systems, making many inventions here possible that would
not be there. Also, Whitney Houston lived for 48 years here, over
there, if this entity ever was part of 'Phase-3', it was not in my
lifetime, it could have been at an earlier or later time of course,
or even, not at all, but either way, there never was a song IWALU,
and instead, my daughter's first big hit song was this. This is
YYYYYYYY I confused this is 2008 on my blogs from that time period,
as they will show and reflect if ever archived. Remember that PHASE
THREE existence is Physical Plane waking world life, as PHASE TWO is
the subatomic or the spirit world or ASTRAL-PLANE, and PHASE ONE is
the great VOID, the zero dimensional truth. We can come back to this
later if so desired, let me move on now with some other stuff that
needs to be freaking addressed in this blog, here today.
The
persecution over the phone led to the nightmare. The same
EXPLORATRONS that became the phone and then adversely effected it,
then forced me into interactions with them, on their plane or
parallel reality. Only an entire group of organized connectiveness
that contains a singular agenda and purpose, can pull off all of
this. This is why I know this family, and the girl that I knew in the
sixties as Paula king, and her gang, Sarah Callio, cousin to Sarah
Karge, Nina Soifer, and a few others whose names were never known,
all very tall and extremely lovely luscious teenaged girls back then
when I was about 2-5 years younger than these peeps, averaged, as
well as their indoctrinated gang member, my Cousin Sandy, who went
onto have three children that I know about, a set of twin, and then
another daughter, Jeri. I only remember the name of one of the twins,
Stacey-Alice. Don't tell me how much of this is imagined or that this
is all just mere happenstance coincidence, because I WILL, most
definitely, spit right into your freaking eye, and I don't care if
you're bigger than 'KING' KONG!!!!!!!!!! Now we move onto a huge
powerful secret about Sarah and her friend Paula, if that meets with
the great approval of the GREEK GODS John, and Photeous, of 10-SC
Avenue in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG, in the
nineteen-sixties, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Twice, on the great
Tennessee Avenue, I was walking westbound towards Pacific Avenue, and
Sarah spoke a sentence, and in both cases, one girlfriend was there,
once in addition to a car packed with folks who had just driven down
Tennessee Avenue, and once right below the on-ramp where the sidewalk
of this city street meets the famous Atlantic City boardwalk. This
girlfriend of Sarah's is the daughter of John King. There is no REAL
John King, even though many folks in southern New Jersey would be
willing to give me a gargantuan argument. I do not mean he was not
there or real in that sense, but this man was taken over by an
EXPLORATRON, as was his daughter. There is a chance the reverse is
true with his daughter, as SHE may have taken over my daughter's
mother. In any case, my only proof of powerful paranormal
supernatural activity on this Atlantic City street, and to this very
day, was on a website I owned for about two years, in early oh-M-6
through early oh-M-8. It was called,
http://www.morianity-foundation.com/
and can only be accessed now and later, by using something later
invented and used in most futures in hyperspace, called DDT (Distance
Delay Technology), having nothing at all whatsoever to do with the
pesticide or the killing of jealous son babies on the greatest
television law show of all time, “L&O”. Two sentences were
spoken in this universe, and one in a parallel one years after the
original two in 1969 were spoken, by a mystical girl born on the 18th
day of July in 1896, lovely Amanda Shadows Harris, and not the
daughter of Helen Harris, from Psyche Myrathus Griffin Pipe, all
though, really, Power-ball fans, WHAT R THE DAM ODDS HERE,
CUM-ON??????????? Somebody or really, SOME EXPLORATRON hates these
words being blogged now at 4:32 PM, as a low plane is outside my
window as I speak-type right now. Let me give you these three
sentences now.
- YOUR FRIENDS ARE IN THE SHOP, May 30, 1969
- I'M DARKER THAN YOU ARE, first week in July, 1969
- LET'S PLAY A GAME BOY, GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, December 7, 1996.SHE IS HACKING ME, AND DOES NOT WANT THIS TOLD.I CANNOT GET OUT OF THIS NUMBER PROGRAM, AND I DID NOT INITIATE IT.
- REAL FUCKING FUNNY SARAH-KRASSLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!YOU SEE FOLKS, IF THESE PRICKS HAD NOTHING TO FUCKING HIDE OR WORRY ABOUT, JUST AS ALEX JONES KNOWS ALL THIS only TOO MOTHER FUCKING WELL; THEY WOULD NOT FEEL THE NEED TO FUCK WITH ME CONTINUOUSLY. So the rest of the blog will have to be typed on a shorter margin, and when I use my ENTER KEY for changing a paragraph, I'll need to backspace the numbers off. MICROSUCKS, or MICROHACK, take your mother fucking pick. I think my old buddy Alex would pick the latter. I REALLY ENJOYED YOUR VIDEO LAST NIGHT, HOPE YOU BECOME PRESIDENT SOME DAY.
Well,
so that is the way to do it, they do not tell you shit in the
computer manuals. You have to backspace and then hit the enter and
backspace again, or something like that, but it did stop the
indentation program. I clicked off of the rectangle box but that does
not stop it. Machines and rock stars, wow can I live happily without
them, oh-oh, don't want this blog to have my first lie on it, or 2nd
if we include 7-12-70 and the night on that bus, wow, THAT BUS, that
boy, that night, BUT WITCH NIGHT, AS '10:30' SEEMS TO BE A
REOCCURRING TIME WITH MY LIFE, RIGHT??????????
Sorry
Sarah Krassle, it was my fault that time, I thought it was May and
June of 2008 all over again, folks really do need to archive these
fantastic blogs at the website URL address:
http://www.theansweristheqyuestion.blogspot.com/
DUH, you really do Lads, Lassies, Labbers, and Lab Dogs,
WHAAAAAAAAAA!! Shall we get back to the three sentences now that were
said to me once directly in the digitally inverted year 96/69, and
then the first two times when she was directly with PAULA, the KING
EXPLORATRON no less; and said things that were meant for me as well
to hear, I know this, because she got my eye, it was perfect eye
contact, and I know she loved me as much as I loved and still do LOVE
HER, the mighty LORDESS & EMPIRE RULER, JEHOVESS.
First,
is the unmissable, undeniable, and totally unmistakable clue about
the PRIVATE-COSMICODED NUMBER or (PCN) 990 being one of the values to
one of these three sentences. This is also the value to this
transdimensional truth about the song, “I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU”,
sung in this waking world by the late great Whitney Houston, (IWALU).
But this is not the real point that I want to drive home on my
blogging collection of more than 6-YEARS now folks. There are very
powerful meanings to every one of these three sentences said by the
All Mighty RULER of this EMPIRE, SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE. First, 27
years separates the two first sentences from 1969, from the third one
that PAULA told me would be “SENT TO ME” two months before it
happened, that's PAULA UWICH of Glendora, New Jersey, USAESMWG, still
a lady named PAULA, who with all the powers that she had, it took me
until very recently to realize that SHE IS AN EXPLORATRON, and yes I
hear you, 'WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN' FIRE COMPANY, OF FORT PIERCE, at just
past five of the clock, screaming by outside my window here at 601
Avenue B. All my old blogs of 2006-2009, the first half or so of my
blogging career, can all be archived at the www.blogger.com/
website at the above given URL, and you will find all of this. You
also will find some irrefutable truth that some strange stuff does go
on with my music, if you access my hate site, why take my word for
it, I did not leave any of those comments on that site of DJ Donna
Summer's. Just GOOGLE up the name above on the COPYRIGHT, at the
opening of the blogs, it will be there for some time to come. “I
DON”T KNOW” why this all happened to me, but as real good girls
might say in 1986, “IT DID”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I cannot
be imagining other people's comments, gee willagars, just how much
credit do any of you want to give me credit for here folks?
1969+27=1996. Hay, it does, and that is that, we don't need another
'RGG' emphasis, the point should be made. On a later blog, will be
all kinds of mind blowing dissections of the great SCYLLA and her 4
things meant for me, maybe five if we include Her agreement with old
Philly nurse John McDowell from the early 1960's. Again, it is all up
there on old blogs to be archived. I might be able to alter a date on
a word office program document, but not a date of more antiquity on a
web blog site, NOT OWNED BY ME. Forget admitting to me that I am
right about HER coming back to me in this present lifetime, with the
'skyscraper statement', that would only have a meaning for
'THAT-BOY', and absolutely nobody else. We will instead stick right
now, with the other three sentences.
It
is beyond what I would dare blog, the realer meaning of both
statements, “YOUR FRIENDS ARE IN THE SHOP”, and also “I'M
DARKER THAN YOU ARE”. It is MY sincere hope that I can now create
secret screen name 003, Sarah, MY lovely one. This way, you can find
a way of letting me know how to say things, just to you, and V-V.
Maybe this is not what you want, you know me, I am no arm twister,
and I know you are stronger. Anyway, the few things within blogger
range will be said now regarding both these very magical sentences,
that may seem like just a short strung together words to those that
they would indeed have no meaning for. I know differently, huh Ross
the Boss, and yes, B4 SG not standing for STARGATE folks. Oh Kenny,
where DID they all go, or 'belong' Father
McKenzie???????????????????????? SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT.
Memorial
Day, and in 1969, and yes, on Tennessee Avenue, and yes, timed
perfectly (PHT) by the great traveler MAROLA MORONI or 'whatever'
CRA; but yes, because of her insistence on my doing that school play
on a holiday, the 30th day in May in 1969, I was in
Atlantic City later than I normally would be, leaving later as a
result, and running into Sarah on HER STREET, right across this
street from ROBERT MCGUIRE and his All Mighty super wonderful
fabulous and Trumped Marvelous Pittsburgh Hotel. When we eventually
do the final 1996 sentence, spoken to me by the most beautiful
teenage in the universe, LORDESS, or SARAH, awakening me with a bang
the size of a million non nicked hubcap cannons, with her words that
will live in my personal infamy, “Let's play a game boy, Guess the
name of the guests”, be prepared to have an empty stomach, be
sitting down, and hold on real freaking tight, the MAYANS might be
coming, right along side of the Hopey Tribesmen, who predicted (KNEW
ABOUT) the TIMETRAILS, calling them “COBWEBS IN THE SKY”. HOLY
MOTHER FUCKING SHIT FOOD my peeps. Yes, I heard this for the first
time myself last night on the Comcast Cable H-2 Channel, WOW, she
says it way better than I do, but you don't know that until you go up
on the YOUTUBE, and click the search box, and type in KING
NEBNOOSHOO, and then play the video called, “DEAL WITH THIS ANOTHER
TIME”. Yes, Spell Checker did not show me the correct spelling, so
I did the best that I could with spelling it in the way it seems to
be pronounced, HOPEY TRIBES. No cut on you Nicky with the shit food,
sorry, hay you made her mad. As for the sentences spoken by Sarah on
10-SC Avenue to her friend EXPL-PAULA; starting with HER 2nd
one in July of 1969, two and a half weeks before man first landed on
the moon, this is PCN-990, and the contraction of “I'M” was used,
so it is not I AM, not in this one case, still, OYR, but in this 990
code, is also IWALU when all spelled out, and so are these following
things within bloggable range, as there are others that are not:
EIGHTY-SIX, THREE OPEN REEL TAPES, GODS GAMES, GREENLAWN, WHITE BOYS,
HARBORFIELDS DETENTION CENTER, INTRICATE, BIRD ANGEL, RS FIFTEEN
HUNDRED US, the others go beyond what my daughter would probably want
me to blog. We will go now to the very first Memorial Day of 1969
sentence that SARAH said on 10-SC Avenue, PCN-541. This is for the
most part way beyond safely bloggable peeps. Every time I ask the
GAWNUM cards either of two questions that I might cleverly try and
type in, I get the same PCN every single time, and that is PCN-541,
stemming from Root Gawnum number 54, my 1976 address in Clementon,
New Jersey, where SPR came to be 22 years in the future from there,
and this address being, CARRIAGE LAMP APARTMENTS, later changed for
reasons not of this world or to my knowledge, when New York is nearly
a three digit mileage from this place, the NEW YORK APARTMENTS, and
this is also all up on many of my older blogs, BRAHHHHHH. There are
only a few match lists (cannons) in my books, most people have more
dog food than this laying around, but jokes aside, YUK, the only
matches I have to this number besides HER SENTENCE in 1969, the very
first words humanly spoken within my personal earshot in this current
lifetime of mine, are as follows: WILLIAM CLINTON, 'WATER', GRACE
MESSENGER, and ROBERT CHEATLEY. Say what you want about the I-Ching,
this big black cat from 1980, blows that out of the '541', I mean
water. I mean for another example not related, but so strong it is
redeeeekulous, Kate, taker PCN-572. Both “LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS
SONG” as well as “NINETEEN EIGHTY” are this number. Random odds
for this is 81 squared, or 6561, right about where the American
economy collapsed into right to the very point value on the Dow Jones
industrial Averages Markets. Grace Messenger was Brad's mom back in
1969. He knew nothing of Sarah, but he sure knew about Bitethroat
Roseann Delaney. Yes I was so GLAD she never got a hold of me, it was
real real close one night, or did she, and I am hypnotized to forget
that; after all, could she have also been one of PAULA KING'S great
wonderful fantastic and marvelously awesome doppelgangers?
Every
single time since 2006 when I killed a lot of time at my security job
in my vehicle, at Cifaloglio, doing so many GAWNUM EQUATIONS, that I
ask two questions, and you are only supposed to ask a question once,
according to Gassy Gawky, but here is one that would make the mighty
Steven King go half nuts at sea squared. These are the two separate
questions, and a dozen times, whenever wither are asked, I get the
ROOT GAWNUM of first card draw pic number 5, and the second number 4,
producing the PCN-541. These questions are as follows: What is the
true and honest connection between myself and the one whom I believe
to be my daughter? The other one is: Who or what, is what I refer to
as OTAMM? It always is PCN-541. Now if MY friends are in the shop,
earlier blogs tell the story about the words in reverse of HOUSE-IN
without using THE, and how a child can see that when we pronounce
this, it is quite similar to Saddam Hussein. The IN is the very same,
and HOUSE is not that different from HUSSE. My Aunt Geraldine snow
was the mother of my Cousin Sandra Mason, who became friends with
Sarah Callio and her girl gang down on 10-SC Avenue, in 1967. She was
insistent and would not take NO for an answer about her daughter
Sandy coming with us to the TRINIDAD HOTEL on our vacation. The
entire Hussein clan over in the middle East, all were fairly tight
with each other in the middle and late sixties, everyone was scared
to death of what the 'mighty and scarey' Soviet Union was going to do
against the western world. LSS, King Hussein, Saddam's brother knew
the Shah of Iran quite well, and all of them actually were covertly
employed as American Central Intelligence Agency Ope4ratives at one
point in these frightening cold war times, Gary Star Trek 7, when
Armageddon was a lot more around the corner than any twenty twelve
crap ever was; and you guessed it peeps, the Shah of Iran was a very
close friend of my wonderful Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason. He was
fascinated with this entire Huntington family, unlike the dopes today
that only care about song thief like Brit and her little friend, and
when bodies stop and TV sets are inside their heads over in Ewing,
New Jersey, or out west in 1970 and 1980, YO, so just shoot me,
gorgeous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lots
more will be said later, how am I doing 001? Tell 003 not to be too
mad at me if you ever cross paths, I am just blogging the freaking
truth, and they all know it, and peeps usually hate the entire truth,
because deep down, we seem to love getting away with doing bad
things, I wonder Y, Adam, Schiff and other Adam's of the pwanet,
whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
blogs do have to stop somewhere, and this one will be doing just that
lovely LU, right here, right now, WHAAAAAAAAAA.
BYE-BYE
folks. Lot more is coming unless I catch a break and folks stop
messing with me, and that is not likely to happen, that airplane is
still circling around my apartment, but maintaining a little
distance, for its own sake and safety, be warned butt wipe.
END
TRANNY, GRANNY, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
WE
ARE BACK. I made a mistake, I thought I had unplugged myself from the
internet, the WOMO knew everything I was saying as I was typing. I
had not unplugged. Now I cannot get onto the internet. I will
complain to COMCAST CABLE if this keeps up, I have rights, and this
is bull shit and HACKING.
Let
me try once again, I have witnesses now, lots of them, not just the
FBI, but others, YO.
IT
IS QUITE A WHILE LATER, I AM BEING HACKED AND PREVENTED FROM LOGGING
ONTO THE INTERNET,
I'll
call the FBI, and the COMCAST soon. It is half past six, I have been
trying for a while, and do not think this problem is going to go
away, This seems to be some kind of a monster fucking hack.
WHERE
ARE YOU BOB MCDOWELL, MY SCHOOL FRIEND, and CHAIRMAN OF THE FEDERAL
COMMUNICATIONS COMMISION, ALSO?
IT
WAS ALL MY FAULT, AND I AM MAN ENOUGH TO ADMIT WHEN I AM THE ONE IN
THE WRONG. I did have my cable unplugged, not at the modem but at the
computer. What a jerk off ass hole I am, hay
16161616161616161616161616, YOU ARE RIGHT, I am a big stupid ass dip
shit, the only difference between us, is that when I am wrong, I
cannot wait to get out there and ADMIT I AM WRONG. If peeps ever want
to prove me wrong, and CAN DO SO, I am waiting right here.
NOW
WE CAN END TRANSMISSION, AGAIN, AND THE WHAAAAAAA IS TOTALLY ON ME,
LET ME FALL DOWN A FLIGHT OF STAIRS!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
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