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PM-EDST, FRIDAY SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY
MARCH
29, 2013
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MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOG URLS 2006-2013
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FOLKS,
THIS HAS BEEN A VERY FUCKING CUBNT LAPPING HORROBLE DAY OF SECRET
BLACK-OPS ATTACK FROM FUCKING COCK SUCKING INVISIBLE FORCES THAT
WOULD MAKE EINSTEIN ELDRIDGE BLUSH, ALONG WITH THE ENTIRE NAVAL AND
AIR FORCES OF THE WORLD WAR TWO AMERICAN THEATER, BACK IN THE EARLY
NINETEEN-FORTIES. HERE IS WHAT IS GOING DOWN TODAY, YO!
I
woke up and cleaned up and dressed and went to the local library, as
the technical staff told me yesterday over the telephone to come over
at one of the clock. They were going to make some copies on my blank
CDR discs or whatever they're called, so I brought them, and then
upload to Youtube, the greedy fisherman song. It amazes me how only
kids seem to know how to do all this stuff, and even so-called teck
peeps do not. You must convert the music wave file into a video file.
I do not know how to do it any more than the well paid technical
staff do. I was able to get one lousy copy disc made for safe
keeping, but if they both should go, I AM FUCKED, and need a computer
service source such as the advertised 'Carbonite' or whatever, to
keep stuff that is beyond mother fucking replaceable. In some
universes, Magnesonic is a machine that is used for being able to do
all sorts of things like this, but that is topic for other days and
other fucking blogs, and has nothing to do with my reality and this
interdream of the me who I am right now in this here and now illusion
that seems so major real when trapped inside it, the fucking cunt
lapping ultimate 4-D VIDEO GAME, WITH MEMORY ERASE FEATURE, all built
in, you come here, and pow, whatever is on the other side of the game
screen, peeps are clueless. Gates, the day you assholes come up with
stuff like this, peeps'll fucking kiss your ass while you take a dam
shit. This is one powerful game I find myself trapped in, it is
beyond mother fucking words so why the fuck go on any further, YO?
But the problem at the library, is not learning that only children,
who adults are not legally allowed to approach in this new fucking PC
world, no matter how legitimate the reason; as if time travelers
didn't do all this shit and know all this shit in my fucking Pandora
box all along, Marge Leo, cut me one, you bitch in '85, YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This day did not begin with this, nor end
with it, and it has not ended, and this is where the word BOTBAR was
needed for me to invent back in late '86 or early sometime in 1987,
BRAH. A day can BOTBAR at one minute after you wake up, if you fall
down and hit your head and split your skull half open for fucking
asshole crissake. So it stands for the words of BOTTOM
OF THE
BARREL ALREADY
RATED, hence the letters abbreviate into
B---O---T---B---A---R.
I used to rate various parameters of my life each and every fucking
day from late July somewhere in 1983 until I quit and could no longer
stand writing down all fucking ONES on a chart sheet day after day
after day in the fucking pussy chewing early part of August somewhere
in 1997, while residing at the nightmare Somerdale, New Jersey
death-house, over at the corner of Misery and Suffering Streets, AKA
Harvard and Yale fucking Avenues, Yo YO YO YO YO YO YO,
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well people, let me tell it harsh and
straight, this was a bad fucking day right from the swinging door,
and this time, my own, and let me tell you what happened, Mister
Exxon Derrijo, or along with your thick Italian accent old buddy,
what haa-penned. Before I do, a moron child can tell you who
understands the reality of Applied Parallel Event or (APE) for short,
that their evil DOW JONES most likely flew up today about 6 or 7 or 8
hundred mother fucking points. Nothing would ever shock me anymore
with this mother fucking twisted evil dirt bag empire of Otammic pure
scum!
I
woke up and showered, etcetera, dressed, got my shit all together,
and tried to walk out my door, and it would not close. This was not
the first mother fucking time this happened, but this was the worst
attack yet so far, Mister Spurious Eternally 'Unexplainable' Security
Guard Clock-Key 'Nonfitting Unfittable' and any other words you want
to tell me I cannot fucking use, as Poor Richard Fuckhead Franklin is
gonna' mother fucking use them whether you like it or fucking not,
HELL-WRECKER, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO Syndrome. Even when I went
back inside the apartment and pushed against it, kicked it, it did
not want to shut at the bottom, and was warped to all fucking shit
ass get out. Finally, I was able to force it shut from the outside,
and when I got back home, like pure fucking magic, there was nothing
wrong with the door at all, and opened and closed easier than a
feather drifting through the sky in a warm fucking summers breeze. I
don't buy into shit like this, and I know that this is all being done
to me by fucking rotten dirty bastard lizard chewing muff diving
Briggers. The entire day a was also something that has not been
around for a long time now, just bursting onto the scene like a
fucking atomic fucking ass bomb going right off in my face, and that
is a super super GIANT PUSSY'S ATTACK ALL OVER THE PLACE. On top of
that, the minute I did get out beyond my cunt chewing door and walked
down the hallway to the elevator so I could go down from the sixth
floor to the ground level and out to my parked car in the lot, I
l;ooke4d out the window on the south side of the PH Building, to a
sky FILLED WITH MOTHER FUCKING CHEMTRAILS. Once o left the mother
fucking library, unable to do what I wanted, most were gone and done
for the day, as though they were all saying to me, the makers and
pilots, not the trails; HA HA HA Mountainpen, you fucking diseased
little snot-brain puke-nose. Well, fine, but you do not know what I
will be doing very soon, so choke on that bit of nastiness, you sick
wicked rotten mother fucking rat bastard puss bags. Hay doc,
Washington or no Washington, it seems you have been totally correct
all along, and THAT IS NOT MY PROBLEM, no sir, but what you did to me
long before my driving instructions to get to your place that day,
now THAT is where Sir Rockdroid Roddenberry, AKA RORO can really make
his famous dick chewing statement for the gangs in the hellfire club,
cubed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! W---O---W.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Don't
get me fucking started Linda and Jerry Skateboards. I AM HERE, I
don't fucking need to come back. I never left, did I Mister fucking
Harner, so don't put me in so much pain fella. Hay holmes, I can only
take so much, and then a huge monster group of twisters are gonna'
blow your way, and all the other big bad Wolves might huff and puff,
and know so much about me, sheeeeeeeeeeeeeit, Dawn-Marie freaking
King, oh mighty fucking miserable ass Queen, YO YO YO!!! Hell, even
Mister fucking Spock used his hands to get into your head, and mister
jit bag Reale used his to get into my prick, but shit dude, you can
blow my mind for real, huh Jack McCoy, and then cycle back and forget
it all, neat fucking trick, WOW, now how about a WOW-TRUCK, TD
Canada, OH BONANZA YO?????????????????????? Come on dudes, why does
everyone insist on not ever allowing me any happiness? Why can't you
bring me one lousy little WOW TRUCK parked at the bank again, am I
asking that much, for crissake, YO? Yeah Billy, you and Rob know the
score, whether you know it or not. Remember the day I tried to show
you all the giant sluts all over the place, and immediately, nothing
anywhere all over the entire part of Atlantic City where we were,
stood much over five foot three for an hour, as if they were all
magically Potter transported off the planet, then finally, two big
girls walked into Frailenger's Salt Water Taffy Store, to buy some
macaroons from Queenie? Yeah,
my life happens
every single day,
Billy, so that is what I
AM saying,
I cannot speak for what Sally
is fucking saying,
holmes, YO!!!!!
All
you crumbs from New Jersey, you all make me want to mother fucking
puke my living guts out, you wouldn't even accept my apology, you
rotten bottom feeding bastard piles of garbage maggots.
This
was a horrible day, and it is not over yet. If anything mother
fucking happens to me, Sheriff Mascara, Florida State Police, local
PEE-DEE, etcetera, I HAVE BEEN MURDERED CLEVERLY BY PURE DIRTY
ROTTWEN SCUM BAG HELLISH NIGHTMARE MURDERERS. THIS IS A SWORN DYING
UTTERANCE AND A MANS DYING DECLARATION, LEGALLY TOLD AND LEGALLY
SWORN, SO HELP ME ALL MIGHTY GODDESS ISSSJKK, yes great Dawn MK, it
does not take me 888 Earth years of time or an Astral MK, to know or
figure out a few basic things, you all think you're so fucking smart
and clever out there, you all TOTALLY FUCKING SUCK THE STENCHIEST
DOGSHIT ON PLANET EARTH. Now do not get me wrong, there are a select
few folks out here who genuinely do care about me, but they are way
to scared to ever get themselves involved in this beyond unfathomable
and unspeakable situation, they know better, and by goddess, they
SHOULD know better.
When I get totally down and dirty and tell some real shit, and back
it up with real shit, these days that I call WEIRD DAYS which means
by the way, weird even for the mountainpen, will either stop, or this
entire world will fucking be smashed to bits by a planet sized rock
on a perfect direct angle collision course. I will tell you that last
night, I began seeing what I would be able to do just by opening up a
short little squib of a tiny few things, and then show old blog
references and predated proofs, and I believe that this is why the
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE put me through this hell today. I can never know
stuff like this for sure, but I will be naturally, discussing this
with my panther cat, as I said on my last blog folks, we go back
quite a ways. Where was he when I needed help a few hours later,
closing my door, that is what I AM left to ponder? Then it hits and
the little light goes on, and you can hear Detective Goren say it
louder than the Liberty Bell in Philly-57-Hick-Hock sticks, without
all the thumping loud noise otherwise involved, and that would be,
gee really folks; THOSE TOWELS, BROTHER, OH THOSE MOTHER FUCKING
TOWELS. You so much as do anything in three dimensions, and POOF,
Harry Potter, YO; a lot of dry ones all around the soaking wet one,
begin to experience the slow but onward moving seepage of what you
may wish to fucking refer to as the TES, or the (Transdimensional
Effects Syndrome). Does anyone have a WOW for me, well, if not, give
me a middle C and I'll write something, for you. Hay, we all know the
internet is a Victoria winters sanitized version of truth, all bland,
and all within tolerated limits. So go there for the hum drum norms
of life; but come here to good old fucking Morianity, if you seek
after two things that appear to go hand in hand all throughout the
known recorded history of our entire civilization, 'TRUTHS', and
'SHOCKS'!!!!!!!!!
So
everyone who knows 3% or more about my blogs and follows them even a
little bit, scream FUCK ME, if you don't think I could write on for
about 200 mother fucking years. No peeps, I am going to relax with my
show, THE MENTALIST now, and sign off, so bye-bye at least for right
now. No more giant trashy girls to bother me, I am all safe in here
tucked away, with my handy little secret weapon if the McThug Gang
wants to ever break in and see if I'm a bliffing-bluffing; huh David
Ultimate Bacon. WEEEEEEEEE. Sayt hi to your pal DEE SLIM, and for my
morians who like RAP MUSIC, he has a really cool channel, YO, so
visit all these dudes at http://youtube/deezyslim
and enjoy it. Me, well I kind of had my fill of all of this shit back
when my oldest daughter was in grammar school in 1980, with the great
and mighty non-oz gunman AKA Lenny McKinnon, the record promoter with
the other HARRAH interesting set of parents, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, hay
Mashell Daniels, sweetie, I don't judge, just leave me along and let
me get home, YO, I do not belong in your world, right Flatliner
mommy-1997?????????????????????? Odd-EEE-OSS, folks!
***MORIANITY
PART FIVE***
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site that will be gone forever very shortly, your loss folks, not
freaking mine.
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You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits?
An
angry mother. Also, a little philosophy
for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
YOU
HAVE NOW READ
CHAPTER
NUMBER 27
If
you have read this opening, feel free to skip this part.
FOLKS,
AS I SAID TO THE COPYRIGHT OFFICE IN THE LATE EIGHTIES ON MY EPITOME
OF HARASSMENT TAPES, GOOD MORNING, GOOD AFTERNOON, GOOD EVENING,
WHATEVER THE CASE MAY BE. How can I possibly know when you are
reading what I am writing? I AM not the great ISISCYLLA SARAH-STACEY
JEHOVAH KARGE KRASSLE, and never will be, sort of like my old pal
David Charles Roth's only show in town. How he would always remind
me, seemingly on a daily basis, that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE is not the
only show in town, nor will they ever be. I believe the tapes are
somewhere available in the great Library of Congress, Copyright
Office, in Washington, District of Columbia, a place may I add with a
very liberated attitude where the age of sexual consent should be
placed, and what is good for the lawmakers, is good for everyone
else, and if that is not true, just exactly how have I misspelled
America? XIII is the number by the way, such a tender age and how the
perverts must wonder why this is not common knowledge and all move
into our great capitol city, right Roy? I still cannot believe that
you told me this, or that nobody seems to know it, know matter how I
spread around what you said to me, old
pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
will be the master sheet for PART 5 of MORIANITY.
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