SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER DCLXVIII (0668)
KING
NEBNOOSHOO, THE OLD SNEAK, NOW PUNISHED
THE
EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
THE
MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-EXPLORATRONS AND ME
MORIANITY-PROJECT
CONTINUES FROM 1995 TAPES
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2295
SBT-DATFILE:
121112.808 TUESDAY NIGHT AND BOT-X-4
(Worst
cunt lapping death siege in the past lifetime)
BLOG
SUBTITLE NUMBER FOUR (BSNF):
JUST
READ THE LARGE FUCKING PRINT ABOVE, YO!
©
2006-2012 MARK WAYNE MOHR/MORIANITY/MOUNTAINPEN URL'S
SWORN
STATEMENT OF TOTAL ABSOLUTE TRUTH
STARTING
THIE BLOGGING TRANNY, OLD GRANNY, YO:
I'll
say one mother fucking cock sucking thing about this wild day, as
well as this past four days of hell and death to the power of
fuck-you, and that is thisssssssssss, Erica Snakes Kane,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some few
loyal fans of mine may remember something that I call, “WEIRD-DAY”.
THESE PAST FOUR DAYS ARE ALL ON THAT LIST, and BRO, I know this has
never happened before in my 58 years and one week of cunt tonguing
life, one or two strung together perhaps, but four, no way Josie
girl, no dick licking way,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SLAM, those cunt lappers across the hall will end up sued by me if
they are not evicted and out of here, and this will be further talked
about, but not right this very second, as I have pales and pales of
bigger fucking greedy fish and fishermen, to be frying at this point
in Watergate time, my Senators!!!!!!!!!!!
Lads,
Lassies, Labbers, and Labradors; WOLF, Mark, Allan, and Dick, and
lots more I presume Doctor frikkin Livingston, YO, AKA (L-4); here is
the dam SHITUATION, Inspector Louigee Kent Henderson Jenny Johnson
Sex-transformation, and the gods all totally know this is true, as
I've tried the 'temporary-lie-thing, to see if I can cause Wall
Street reactions, but somehow they just always seem to know the real
honest truth, so I learned that I cannot try and bullshit anything, a
very fucking ass long time ago, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes these dirt ball
nabes are really SHOUTING AWAY AND SLAMMING AROUND TONIGHT, and
earlier in the afternoon, were really blasting away on that mother
fucking psychic stereo system of theirs; see the blogs around the
25th
of last September, one or two or three ahead and or behind, it is all
there, for why I call their sound system by that clit chewing
name,
BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW!
Well
people (L-4) and any 'others out here', YO; let us get down to cases
and keep old mobster Louigee happy, before superman knocks him out
back in nineteen fucking fifty seven. First, besides being on this
computer, the rest of the day was playing the non-quantum roulette,
and guess what, and this is the truth that the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE
somehow totally knows to be truth, and is pissing them off right now
like a horse with a bee hive up his prick. I won in three games, a
total of 79 mother fucking units, more than making up for Sunday's
major seeming-systems-failure, YO, and no folks, I did not play any
games on Monday at all, so in these two days, my average profit was
around 17 units for each day, more than double of normal
GOOD-DAY-PROFITS, you know, rare ass occasions where no Otammic death
siege is fucking occurring all around me at light speed squared, YO
YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No, not
bounced around from town to town, no nothing prophets, no McDonald's
dancing competitions using my music as fish bait, no beaming cars and
peeps to 5133 Oakland, no wild firemen with transdimensional
telephone internet systems, or any of that bizarre fucking horse
shit, and praise the fucking lord, no
1988!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like DUH folks, any Hyundai
cars around here any place, Walter Disney???????? Saying super
fucking W----O----W
would not even come close to saying shit here folks; and some know
these truths, a whole hell of a lot more, than other folks do,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Shit
juice all mighty, when I get all this told, you will need to be
sitting down folks, and don't worry, I am not gonna' hit you too hard
all in one day or one blog. I tried to send an e-mail to my Property
Manager today, Mizz Debbie Marotto, and eventually sent it
successfully, but only after continuous freeze ups and virus attacks
and black hat cracker hackers in violation of local, state, and
federal laws, since my e-mail message was official business and to a
governmental representative, so FBI, please start doing your dam job,
and where really are you hiding these days, old friend, Agent Steve
Caruso of Austin, Texas, USAESMWG and beyond????????????????????????
WHAAAAAAAAAAA! I made another complaint about these sicko twisted
fucking jerk off low life two legged roaches across the fucking 6th
floor hallway from me on the south west side of this wonderful and so
wovewee building, Mister Elmer Fwudddd,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW, I
sure hope all this is not making my kid and some of her friends spin
around like other Curly's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where
is Superman when we need him and NASA both, huh Mister KENNY ROGERS,
YO??????????????????????????
I
still cannot believe my three games today, and my first game was a
minus 7 units, but that second and third game, WO, unbelievable
folks. I no longer consider the system as having crashed, but I DID
TELL A LOVELY NIGHT LADY OF THE NINETIES, THAT SOMETHING WAS GOING TO
HAPPEN, BECAUSE AS LONG AS THIS FUCKING EVIL
EMPIRE HAS ME TO PERSECUTE AND ENDLESSLY MOTHER FUCKING
HARASS, UP UP UP UP UP UP AND AWAY WILL GO THAT FUCKING DOW JONES
STOCK MARKET, YO; JUST AS I TOLD YOU, MY
LOVELINESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Still, don't call the LOVE LINE,
just because you read my blog and your third leg started itching,
yes, Gina was a very tall, super built, picture of physical beauty
and incredible awesomeness, to say the mother fucking total least,
YO!!!!! Oh sweat tea and Pee, won't you dance and drink with me, not
your kind of drinking there, Dawn-Marie? Oh that sand and those
wonderful hourglasses and soap operas of long past, right McDonald
Carey, old buddy, man did I love that show as a kid,
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now,
here is a powerful shock with no need of any fucking earthquakes.
Call it a Morianityquake
if you want to, YO!!!!! The odds are 81:1 for this to have happened
by simply random fucking ass chance, people, so listen up to this, or
if you are not feeling like a shocker right about now, then maybe the
NEXT BLOG BUTTON is a nice alternate move for you to make now, as I
am sure you will find interesting shit like perhaps “My life as a
Trump Rug” BLOG, or you can try “Learning the delicacies of
maggot preparation overseas” BLOG, there are some beauts folks, I
kid you fucking not. If you have weaker stomachs, try the Blogs of
Candyman Peter before there was a Cosby, now that one will stand you
on fucking ass year if anything ever will, YO. But for those who are
remaining here with MORIANTY, bless and keep you, my brother, and my
sister. Oh, for those trying to contact me from school and with that
stupid FACEBOOK, I have forgotten my password and they won't let me
back in. What a world, it makes no sense at all. Thery even e-mail me
and tell me they are sorry I am having trouble getting on their site.
I am just mildly curious why since around the psychic neighbor stereo
time around the beginning of the autumn, all this just began, but
without being able to access my FACEBOOK account, I am not ignoring
anyone if you are out there reading this, I just can't get to you,
THEY WILL NOT LET ME. You would think this childishness could never
happen, sort of like Adolf Hitler and Germany back in the fucking
nineteen thirties. They see I cannot get on, and all they do is tell
me that they see I cannot get on. I know we all ran, in my day, more
cool and better efficiently run club houses, tree houses, secret
clubs, whatever, with a far greater degree of efficiency and common
sense. We would not just say over and over to each other, gee, there
is a kid out there who does not know the secret knock on the door,
day after day, the kid knocks, and the other kids in the tree house
just sit there saying that same thing, this entire world and this
stupid ass fucking PC shit and their stupid ass fucking internet is
enough to cause all of the psychiatric fucking disorders that have
come to be totally increasing at alarming rates, and seemingly
endlessly exacerbating rates of change. If this nuttiness goes on and
continues even semi linearly as opposed to the parabolic increases of
the past fifteen or so years now, this entire world will be over
forever and I can relax then, in dark peace, SHEEEEEEEEIT! Here is
the news that may shock you a little, it of course has to do with
the GAWNUM, as of course, I am not just sitting here for
the past four cunt lapping days, taking all of this fucking ass crap,
without asking my cat, GAWKY GAUKAUK or GAGA
for short, and he will make you fucking go GAGA, and you
CAN believe
that one folks; but I asked two major fucking questions, and received
the very same PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER both times on both queries
made, the first one was, *******************************
WHY
HAVE THE PAST FOUR DAYS BEEN SO WICKEDLY MONSTROUSLY HORRENDOUS FOR
FRIKKIN ME?
******************************
The second query I made, was just for this one today, today, YYYYYY
was this fucking eleventh of December so horrible and super fucking
BOTBAR for me starting this afternoon shortly before fucking three
ass hole of the clock????????????????????? Both answers were PCN-143,
and of course, real fucking ass MORIANS know, but for those that
don't know, here are the matching items in my book for PCN-143. By
the way, the letter M is in my name both first and last to haunt my
soul, and in 1983, right US Copyright Office, but the letter “M”
is also PCN-176, right Mister Mayor and mister President, back in the
summer time in 2008, YO, with or without any lovely spinning Curly's.
HERE IS THE LIST I HAVE for the 143 #.
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER---ADVANCED EXPLORATRON---PUNISHMENT---TRINITRAIL---
M---HADDONWOOD---TAXI DRIVER---MY SUPER EX GIRLFRIEND---ROYAL
PAINS---SONG WRITER--------------------------------------------
The
odds that the same answer would be given to me by GAGA, for both why
this shit against me for just this one day as well as the last four
total days, are 81:1, because there are a total of 81 possible PCN's,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Earthquakes
are coming, major horrible storms, death all over the place, just
keep fucking hurting me forever, you EVIL EVIL FUCKING EMPIRE
WOMO-OTAMM-MILI-2-FORCE!
ENDING
OF THIS TRANNY,
GRANNY!!!!!!!
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