SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0540
KING
PROPHETNOTHINGEIGHTYEIGHTSQUAT
11:00
AM-EDST-LABOR DAY MONDAY
3
SEPTEMBER, 2012, HAPPY DEATHDAY MOM, 92 IF NOT
I
DON'T BELIEVE IN ANYTHING, NOT AFTER WHAT HAS
HAPPENED
TO ME L,L,L,L, NO WAY JOSIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
COPYRIGHT
© MARK WAYNE MOHR/MOUNTAINPEN
MORIANITY
BIBLE AND FOUNDATION/ 2006-2012
STARTING
OF BLOG:
Well
folks, I an under a lot of siege. What the hell else is new in my
mother fucking messed up life. Major weird noises are all over the
place, so are fucking roaches and roach people. I was fine when the
guy with the dog was over across from me and then the stereo man, I
could live with that, but this nonsense is messed up squared. On
Sunday morning at 3:45, the lady who moved in with a big family was
in the hallway shouting at all of them. But a lot more is involved
with this. A lot more, and there seemingly is just no escape for me,
as promised. I was told you cannot change apartments just because you
want to and one is available yet all the tenants seem to be doing it,
including the cell phone lady with my kid's ringtone. Ringtone's are
a major interesting part of all of this too, peeps. Once at my old
job up at the 25th
Street Harvest Outreach Center, a lady had the NINA ringtone, and I
saw it up on the net as available for download, the song I did for
David Roth, too late, but what else is new on that one? I do not
care, to me music should be free, I know my daughter vehemently
disagrees with me on that, but I have a right to think my way too. I
say, God bless everybody, and Satan curse the Huntington's, only I
don't need to say that, do I peeps? Yes the lady with the ringtone of
my song NINA posted on my YOUTUBE at work, and then we have the lady
here with one of my kids' tunes as the ring. WOW, when I was a kid,
phones went, ding a ling a ling, I am old, and I am set in my ways,
and I will NEVER EVER CHANGE, JAMES BOND RIVER DAMER INITIALS ALSO
INESCAPABLE. Still, there's a bit more to the ringtone story. I know
she follows me sometimes, and one time had someone call her while we
were in the elevator and she was smirking at me. Then, it seems she
has got her entire family in here now at the end of the hall near the
stairwell. Now I guess, I'll hear my daughter all the time, WOW. Like
I can't hear her whenever I want to, and I'll bet I am one of the few
who have tunes dating back as far as the middle eighties. Still, as I
told Resorts International a while back, “You'd be surprised what
you can do with a computer”.
I
went out earlier, to purchase some ice cream at the Publix Grocery
Store, for the northerners that do not know it, we down south have
Winn Dixie and Publix, like yu'lllll have Acme or Shop Rite,
etcetera, etcetera, YO. Weez don heehar have our stores, and you've
got yours, like HYUNDAI and 2006, an all places, WO.
Ann,
I hope you are all so happy. Hope you got my stuff, Sheriff Monks,
the clock is getting bad again, still at least I am not there, I
still find myself in Fort Pierce, and not on 36th
Av. She won't tell you the stuff that I could tell you, my pal. This
all goes back thousands of years, and saying this can get me put
away, so I'm just super screwed, sir.
Yes,
as I speak, the hallway is very noisy, and it usually is, folks. This
is a horrible place to live, the building, the city, the state of
Florida, it is a nightmare beyond hell, and not of my own making,
Jack McCoy, so don't anyone go there unless you wanna' make an
eternal enemy. I would have been killed that day if I had not left
that house owned by FBI Agent, Steve Caruso of Austin, Texas, at 841
13th
Street, in Blueberryville-Hammonton, New Jersey, so let me try and
hang in there, fire bug McGuire thug!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These
fucking wacky sounds are driving me totally into a mother fucking
looney bin folks, it is one right after another, YO. This horrible
family from hell began in my nightmares while staying at child
molester Tom Reale's house on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, New
Jersey, Sheriff monks sir, back in the month of July in 1970, this is
where a lot of things began to worsen after they had all ready begun
three years before that in 1967, and I told you how my aunt Geraldine
Snow Mason was best pals with a special CIA Agent, under cover as the
Shah of Iran back in the sixties.
Anyway,
Sheriff sir, I went out today to but a little food and ice cream, and
a loud and low flying Cessna or Piper airplane followed me first to
the Publix Store, then back home to the Public Housing Building,
swooping down on me, and making the folks standing around wonder if I
am some alien from outer space, giving me the weird eye, like any of
this bullshit, sir, is my fault. Oh well, I do love your web-page,
keep up the great work out there in SMC. You have to admit that thing
with initials, WO.
ENDING
OF BLOG, please tell
Arnie that I'll be BAHK, Sheriff. BYE.
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