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LABS OF 2295
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2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR
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All
morning long and into afternoon, my across the hall ass hole nabes
are out in the hall like the mother fucking own the dam place, making
noise. It amazes me how so many peeps are under a privileged
delusion. I supposed whoever robbed me at the South Beach back on
Fathers' Day Sunday, thought they had a right to my stuff that was
clearly my fucking property and has caused me serious inconvenience
as a result of their delusion, the nabes totally think that they own
this PH Building (Public Housing), and the list could just read
onward all day fucking long, YO.
Ever
since I said that I am going to do a final music project on the YOU
TUBE, about two weeks ago, these hall nabes have been beyond hell,
the same ones that called me the 'record singer' in a sort of dual
waking-dreaming wild out of body experience, one of many experience
by me from the early days such as at my moms apartment where I was
visiting her and staying overnight, out in media, Pennsylvania, back
in summer time 1976, 36 years ago to right about now. You want the
word, GO TO THE WORD, slam, I was shoved up against the wall and onto
a high air conditioner, while totally knowing that my body laid in my
make shift bed, comprised of my mom's rear sofa cushions. Life is fun
for a cursed Huntington, not a pleasant poem or lyric, but oh so
mother fucking true, Lads, Lassies, Labbers, and Labrador's.
Well,
unlike poor Bo Jangles' old dog, I refuse to give WOMOTAMM what they
want, all these years, and simply up and fucking cunt die, so on goes
this relentless battle of horrific quanta waves, to wipe every facet
of my life totally out at the speed of light freaking squared. Maybe
I am pushing some envelopes here with “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”
but let me ask the Copyright Office a very simple question. With
technology being so wonderful, and me just happening to be a 5-D
traveler, if it was you, would you be able to resist this temptation,
especially when you have created a really monster song, and it even
fits all around the year of 1983, as though the cosmos is screaming
out for me to do this, and so far, nobody has so much as really
sneezed, so Mister Haddonwood, my question is your first name
backwards, ignoring your second one, and noon Ativan popping as well,
doctor ADD-I-EGO. Shouldn't the Donald have your name, and you have
his? Jeese Louise, Emmy-Lou C. Tell mom I appreciate her returning my
Wall Street Journal, if you are ever reading this blog, lovely Amy.
If it was not for our age difference back when less than four years
made so much difference, I would have been all over you girl. I love
beautiful blonds.
My
dick head nabes set off a fire alarm at just past one this afternoon,
they are nothing but fucking trouble, and have been ever since they
moved the shit in here. It lasted about a quarter of an hour until
the fire persons came and deactivated it. We have cloudy skies today,
and we have been lucky here recently with unusually cool weather.
Still, I have a pesky large fucking knat that enemies have sent to
me, and all these bugs and pests are totally impossible to kill or
get rid of. Things SUCK!!!!
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