NOVEMBER
21, 2013,
LATE
THURSDAY EVENING AT 11:30
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 72 DEGREES FNHT.
TITLE
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“THE
MAGIC TOOL THAT CAN PREDICT DOW JONES
PRICES WITH 80%+ ACCURACY, ENDLESSLY, AND IS MY
PERSECUTION, IN THE UNITED STATES; SINCE THIS BEGAN
IN 1986”
“48
PERCENT BOTBAR FOR NOVEMBER NOW ANOTHER ALL TIME HORRENDOUS FUCKING
HIGH”
see
the chart below,
****BRO****
Thank
the great state of Missouri and
their great Disbelievers Club, for this; my friends!!
TO
ACHIEVE THEIR FUCKING HELL, THE EVIL MOTHER FUCKING WOMO-MILITUFORCE
SCREWED MY ENTIRE WEEK AND MONTH TO HELL. THESE FUCKING JERK OFF
ENEMIES POURED ON A BEYOND MAJOR MASSIVE ASSAULT AS BAD AS 1987 ALL
CUNT LAPPING MOTHER FUCKING OVER AGAIN.
NOVEMBER
01-----00
NOVEMBER
02-----00
NOVEMBER
03-----33
NOVEMBER
04-----25
NOVEMBER
05-----20
NOVEMBER
06-----18
NOVEMBER
07-----14
NOVEMBER
08-----25
NOVEMBER
09-----33
NOVEMBER
10-----30
NOVEMBER
11-----27
NOVEMBER
12-----33
NOVEMBER
13-----38
NOVEMBER
14-----43
NOVEMBER
15-----47
NOVEMBER
16-----44
NOVEMBER
17-----41
NOVEMBER
18-----44
NOVEMBER
19-----42
NOVEMBER
20-----45
NOVEMBER
21-----48---AN ALL TIME SHIT HELL HIGH!
Here
is the way this day went, good kind folks, YO! This was BOTBAR X2,
and I am now at an all time November and annual high of any kind, 48
MPB, breaking the old hell-record of fucking 47. I have had to
contend with the TOOTHACHE-MAJOR BUTTON starting early this evening
after returning from some local errands of purchasing a few small
food items and picking up some medication at the Walgreen Pharmacy. A
disaster in the lobby made getting back into my apartment and out of
the heavy downpour of rain for most of the day, impossible for a
while, some huge septic problem with cesspool water flooding the
entire lobby and elevator area, just timing itself for my return from
these local errands, and when I got to the elevator, my shoes did not
escape some of the shitty water and needed a thorough cleaning And
disinfecting when I got in and got them off and my junk all quickly
put away. But when I got into the elevator, I had something happen
that never happened before in all my time living here in the PHA
Building. The box rode up to the floor-3 and opened and would not
move, the doors slightly not able to close all the way. I got out to
investigate, and a strange very large scary lady was beckoning for me
to follow her down a hallway. There was o security watching as the
entire lobby was flooded in shit water, and peeps were working to get
it all cleaned out, naturally. I managed to ring the elevator button
from outside, with all this going on, and this seemed to break or
interrupt whatever or whoever was exploratronically having a total
fucking cunt eating blast with me on the AWEN, or Astral World
Entertainment Network. I may have a tiny miniscule audience on this
realm, but my ratings on the Astral-Plane, so I've been told by the
gods, is NUMBER-1, and have been. Gee, can anyone even begin to
imagine why? This drugged up zombie looking large tall woman either
wanted me for sex or the gods only know what, but she was determined
to get me to her apartment. This entire building is a mother fucking
total crazy house, and I have been the victim of sexual abuse by
women since I was fourteen years old in the great summer of love,
well, even before that, come to think of it, at the Trinidad Motel on
10-SC Avenue in Atlantic City, in 1967. My cousin Sandra Mason,
daughter of my Aunt Geraldine Snow who married my mother's brother,
Stuart Huntington Mason; was all part of shit that she is totally
unaware of to this day, and is better off not knowing. I was told by
family, that her memories were beginning to be effected by some
illness, right around the time I was asking lots of questions about
Atlantic City and Sarah Krassle, towards the end of this nightmare
period of 1995-2003. These fucking nine years were something that as
Kevin Bacon would put it way better than I ever can, “It's hard to
verbalize”. I know your pain, Kev, actually in several ways, and we
both know I'm sure, that you can deduce what I mean here, as it needs
not be blogged.
I
TOLD YOU GINA, THE DOW JONES WILL DO NOTHING BUT GO SHOOTING UP DAY
AFTER DAY AFTER DAY, OVER AND OVER AND OVER, AS THEY HAVE NEVER HAD
ME THIS DOWN, NOT SINCE THE CUNT HUFFING NINETEEN EIGHTIES. GO AHEAD
ANYBODY, JUST SAY THAT I HAVE NOT TOLD YOU THIS ALL ALONG, AND IT
WILL BE UP TO 20,000 BY THE END OF THIS YEAR, AND 50,000 BY THE END
OF NEXT YEAR. I OF COURSE BY THEN WILL BE DEAD AND
GONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEN COMES THE ENDLESS CRASH FOREVER, AND
BYE-BYE TO THE EVIL EMPIRE, FOREVER, HA HA HA HA MIKE MCNULTY OR
ANYONE WITH WILD COINCIDENTAL FITTING
INITIALS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ever
since I added the TECHNO-TALENT onto my system with my KEYBOARDS FROM
PETAHELL stuff, on the 28 day of August, LIFE FOREVER ALTERED ON A
DIME, JUST LIKE IT FUCKING DID FOR ME BACK IN 1986, AND I AM SUPPOSED
TO SEE A PURE SIMPLE COINCIDENCE TO ALL OF THIS, HUH FOLKS, GIVE ME A
COCK KNOCKING STROKE BREAK WITH AN ELECTRIC SCREW!!!!!!!
I
am in fucking physical agony with this tooth pain, and it is being
caused by a magical fucking satellite, not that anything is magical,
just not yet fully understood. Years ago I would fucking marvel at
what WOMO could seemingly pull off with me every single day without
fucking let up. Then one day the ADA Ron Wirtz of the CCPO in Camden,
New Jersey, Senior, told me that between powerful big business peeps
and their buddies in the high ranking military circles, this shit all
around me is nothing, and he could fully explain how it theoretically
was all going down. He just said over and over it is tough to
impossible to ever get proven, thereby stopped, prosecuted, and any
justice ever received by pathetic poor bastard suffering me. I had to
laugh when I walked into the Publix Grocery Store for a few little
food items. I had just typed on my previous ending section blog,
something about Sir Elton, and what did they just put onto the Muzak
PA system, but a loud playing song from him back in those great
Crocodile Rocking Seventies or CRS for shorter reference at possible
times in the future by me; but the great hit, Saturday Night's All
Right. Coincidence, Abbey Carmichael Boil-Skating great numbers of
the BLAKE CREW in 1983, like super Macy
Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No
you did not imagine that I did not say I would go back and not work
at RPL. My treasure-Attic find was too great to pass that one up, Joe
Windman Berrios Flash!!!! After all, how can we ever learn to live in
peace, cry at night, study math and English, learn our part in
science, study far away constellations, learn that he really cared
and needed her, know how pretty the white boys really are, at least
to Donna, hear the Gettysburg Address done so incredibly with a slant
that only a teenaged Donna Summer could put on it, Give the sun if
she had asked for light, or a life fit for a queen, or cherish her
with his every dream, or know that these peeps somehow all knew
decades in advance, well, fifth dimension sort of coded, speaks for
itself here, but a song written for the day after the Terror Attack
in America, and even get to hear songs done in both English and
Venezuelan all in the same take, and so much more, so beat those
great Macy drums, Westchester State College, oh Pennsylvania or New
york, this is unknown even to the all seeing Mountainpen, McNulty,
it's time, YO. Can you cunt lapping fucking believe that ignorant
MICROSUCKS SPELL CHECKER, it does not recognize an awesome city name,
Westchester? What drugs are you on Gates and Jobs and Mike Hell Dell,
and all of you?????????
Thank
you for translating the great flower song, Joe Flash Berrios. But why
after that did you damage my automobile, and secretly bug me and
record what I said, as Nate the Resident Manager told me he saw you
do in late 1989 or early ninety thereabout, what gives here, my
bratha????????????????????? Yeah, I'll say brother any way I want to,
my father's great great grandparents were from Johannesburg and
Lisbon; so I cannot help it if I am the whitest looking N in the
world, Lenny jit bag McKinnon, old pal, from all
planes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
where would I go if I could not go quite back as far as 1969 to
change shit with Sarah Nurockey Krassle, but could still get
physically back almost that far? Well, let us examine this, ladies
and gents!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First, HERE
WE MOTHER FUCKING GO AGAIN WITH WHORE DIRT BAG JANE SLUTWEEDS
DISEASES SHITBRAINS HERSELF, PAGE ELEVEN OF ELVEN. I CANNOT
ESCAPE THIS FUCKIGN NIGHTMARE BITCH FOR ALL THE DAM ASS LOVE IN THE
FUCKING CATHOUSE, SQUARED, YO YO YO YO!!!!
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PLUS 555555555555, TIMES 555555555555555555555555, AND DIVIDED BY
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ASS CARES, YO? LET ME STARE AT MY FIVES, PLEASE, THIS BITCH IS
KILLING ME, ALICE SIMINELLI, I FUCKING FEEL YOUR PAIN HERE,
GORGEOUS!!!!!!!!
Yes
folks, I said I would go back to the start of 1977, and not work for
the print shop, that made me sick and almost die, in 1977; so where
would I go, if I could not quite get back this far, but could get
back to just days from this; say all the way to the end of 1976?
Where would the next stop be for me on this wild hyperspace train?
Well, if you had guessed, to the time where I was leaving the home I
had bought and sold in less than a year with a nice little profit,
early in 1980, then you would have hit the jackpot and won the
fucking cupie doll. First, I would have never ever left this place,
not ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, I would have made sure that someone my
mom and I knew, did indeed move into the unit below us, before that
whore wicked girl pal friend of Debbie blondie Harry Playboy bunny
and her wild sicko friends, came in there, and wrecked shit for me,
after finding some happiness for the first time in my life, which as
you know is not permitted by the serious EXIM RATIO stars of lovely
ISIS and Huntington Curses. Lets finish examining just a tiny part of
the FIRST ROBIN HILL EXPERIENCE or for short, the FRHE, pronounce it
the FREAH rhyming it with yeah, as in oh yeah. Hyperspace effects
were the absolute hugest while living at 1802 Robin Hill. To
adequately address the issue would take numerous fucking volumes of
text. This is where the next blogs that discuss this little serial
hyperspace memory lane stuff, will begin from.
*****W-----O-----W*****
On
the mother fucking year of 2013, I am also at my absolute worst to
date on this fucking cunt chewing 324th
day of the year, which is MPB 31X8.Things are REAL REAL REAL BAD, NOT
REAL GOOD, Sir Saturday Elton!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
UNTRUE
UNIVERSE HOPPER MARK???????
YEAH,
SPREAD THAT FUCKING ROTTEN LIE AROUND, AND MAYBE I WILL GET A PIZZA
DELIVERY JOB ON THE SIDE, VICTORIA WINTERS
FAMILY BIBLE GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!
If
a few little conversations with Shorty 91 inch MacInvondi brought all
of this to be, at least as far as the life and wonders of the all
mighty Donald J. Trump, think what can happen when you keep the game
going bigger and mightier, with interations of many characters? Then
even further think about what happens when as things come to be here,
from other dimensions, we do things here that effect these
transdimensional characters and then even further, they go onto play
with hyperspace and revolve a full circle play in this incredible
game, and then peeps are still playing Nintendo, and Packman, and
even the great new age video games; when all this is right in front
of you, man; the wow needed here would be intergalactic in size, with
bright blinding red font against the dark cold backdrop of radiated
space.
So
indeed folks, just where have all of the
TRUTH-PATRIOTS
all
gone to, and when will any of us ever learn
anything??????????????????????????? Maybe after Peter, Paul, and Mary
and Potpuff pet dragon, all blow away in the next wind storm, huh,
Pam Bondi, mahm!
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We
were but ten and now we're old, and lovely babbling brooks are grown
and on their own,Margie Leo, yeah sweetie, give me and my wild
imagination a total break, or cut us one, back in 1985 at
Caldor-113, WO! People must take me for the world's biggest fucking
idiot, huh Joan Lapplane? You were right all along, maybe,
effortless withdraws all notwithstanding, Electron-Lifeguard-1995, I
just may well be the BIGGEST FOOL IN THE WHOLE DAM POOL, all along,
after-all, I let some powerful fucking shit all get past me at this
place, and at this time in my life, huh Style Court Cousins?
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NOW
HERE IS ALL YOU HAVE TO DO FOLKS. CLICK BELOW ON THE WORD ''DOW'',
IT IS IN blue font, just to the left of a
GREEN ARROW
POINTING UPWARD.
Now,
simply click on the bullet area after the DOW JONES CHART comes up,
that will show you a three month chart, it
shows this as ''3m''.
0.24% Dow Jones Industrial Average (^DJI)
My
day was mother fucking horrendous, good folks. I TRY SO HARD EVERY
NIGHT AND EVERY DAY, BUT NO MATTER WHAT I DO, THE GODS WILL
PLAY!!!!!!
It
DIDN'T MOTHER FUCKING WORK, GOOD PEOPLE,
NOT ONE LOUSY LITTLE BIT; so
go ahead and laugh at me Mike McNulty,
if you so choose to do, old private-school chum from 42 years ago,
“AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”.
Now
if you think we have even begun with this horrible fucking day,
please, please, please, THINK
AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHORE
JANE FONDA GOT ME AGAIN AT ONE ELEVEN IN THE FUCKING AM, ANOTHER
COMPENSATION NEEDS TO BE FUCKING CARRIED GOD DAM OUT, PEEPS SO HERE
GOES, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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and 55555555555555555555555555555555555 and
55555555555555555555555555555555555
will
now
be
stared at by fucking poor old whittle pathetic cursed nightmare
me!!!!!!!!! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.
JANE,
IF WE EVER MEET, RUN, BITCHWEEDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
AM RANCID and torrid hot, SQUARED,
folks!!!!
Dawn-Marie
King said it better than I ever will be able to ladies and
gentlemen, ''GOD
DON'T LIKE UGLY''.
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PLUS 5555555555, TIMES 55555555, AND DIVIDED BY
555555555555555555555; IS EQUAL TO WHO FRIGGIN' GIVES THREE DAM ASS
SHITS???????????????????
GOOD
RIDDANCE SLEAZE BAG JANE.
NOW
WE CAN GET BACK TO BIZZ FOLKS, AS I SKIP AHEAD WITH FILLER LINES,
INTO PAGE EMMEREFFING TWELVE, AHA AHA AHA MMCN,
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
tell me you genius gurus out here, for someone who goes out of their
way a trillion mother fucking ways back from Sunday every single
day, NOT TO SEE ONES, why then does this happen, and has this
successfully happened for 15 years now, shortly after Jane's
monstrous attack on me with that clock shit at the Atlanta, Georgia
Braves Baseball Park in 1993? WHY? The only plausible explanation
is that gods are playing a major game, and have the power to
constantly influence anyone any time to do literally anything. To
carry off all this horrible fucking shit, they need to use us, their
doppelgangers in human hyperspace. All the shit that Morianity used
to preach before it closed its books forever, TOLD AND EXPLAINED ALL
THIS 199%, and if anyone out here knows better, or thinks that they
can disprove me, Clarence 1998 Harris, well, bring
it, bring it, bring it, bring it!
I
will fight the good fight, with all Paul's, all Paula's, and all
anyone else's, and wish so bad to be proven wrong and given a real
down to Earth way of seeing all this shit with me. The problem is
that no one can prove me wrong, it has been tried over and over by
lots of great peeps who just could not stand it and gave up and then
distanced themselves from me out of pure fear. I cannot blame them.
Who else talks to Lightning? Who else can make the weather change or
start horrific earth surface disturbances any time they so choose to
do? I
have no fucking energy left for 'any
of that stuff' any more,
so cut me a break, please, oh great 1985 Margie Leo. Thank you girl!
Life sucks, BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After
all the hell, and the nasty fucking chemtrail attack on top of it, I
decided on the way home the second time, to treat myself to a
Chinese Food Take-Out. A person can stand just so much mother
fucking shit and monstrous hellishness, and then, you can lose it
and go kill some people, or you can treat yourself to something, so
I chose door number fucking two, and nobody died. Well,
don't get too happy Doctor Garrigan old pal,
as I plan to copy
a few cassettes from the new files on my TALENT-ADDED-TECHNO copy of
my remade 1983 song, GITYA, now “You'll Be Crossing Over”.
They can hope for the best around the world, weather-wise, TEE HEE
HEE. Hay, this is fucking war, and I had to turn my back on my
conscience with al of this decades ago when this all fucking started
assaulting me, Misses Smelliot-Elliot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
when I went to the Chinese Take-Out place, and before that to the
Publix Grocery Store, let me just say that my PUSSY COMMAND was WAY
WAY WAY UP, LOVELY LUSCIOUS INGRID-84!!!!!!!!!!
When
lovely things barely out of their teens come chasing after you at
the age of 59 years; which my birthday is coming up soon on the
fucking fourth; please don't tell me this is not a SUPERNATURAL
EXPERIENCE, as I 'do not flatter myself', OH WISE RELATIVE AUNT; AND
GREAT AND MIGHTY NON-OZ GERALDINE SNOW
MASON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
folks, I don't look as fucked up as my photo, my hair is neater in
the back now, and also, the cheap ass photo-bucked or the cheap ass
copy place that took my photo for my blogs when I started blogging
and placed it onto a CD, for internet uploads to media sources such
as Blogger and whatever; made a terrible copy. It begins to resemble
the way I look, when you paste it into your documents and then bring
up a paint program or just that little icon that allows a few
alterations, where if you make my jersey the way it really is, close
to being bright red, then I begin to resemble myself. Originally
they made me look 100 pounds heavier than I am also, so I elongated
it with the other controls. Still, I know I'm just an old ugly slob;
so why do very young beautiful girls keep chasing me; during these
incredibly horrible days, YYYYYYYYYYY. Just explain this rationally
to me, Jimmy Burr from 1984, and US © Office, YYYYYY JIMMY YYYYYY?
MARK
WAYNE MOHR, AND HIS BLOG
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WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOW
FOR THE REAL SERIOUS NIGHTMARE, CALLED MY MAGNETICS, REFLECTED
THROUGH WHAT I HAVE TERMED AND LABELED, MPB OR (MAGNETIC PERCENTAGE
BOTBAR).
I
currently fucking stand at a horrific milf-huffing 31X5 for the year
2013, an all time high number, and remember that this
is like the game of golf peeps, you don't want high numbers.
You are way better off with the lower
ones,
and thus when the DIRT BAG STOCK MARKET, DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY, IS
AT ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS AKA BALL
CRIME DEAD-CHORD CRIES,
MY
NUMBERS IN MPB ARE ALSO FLYING UP INTO THE MOTHER FUCKING
STRATOSPHERE,
YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!! Some dirt bag scum sucking maggot shit brain
is hacking my turd chewing mouse again, old friend from the Federal
Communications Commission, BOB MCDOWELL!!!!
Yes,
the worst that shit was until these past five fucking days, my great
viewers, was a string of 30% for 2013, but the past 5 days have been
jumped up now to fucking cunt eating 31 percent, or as I call it, I
am holding on the year in MPB at 31X5. This means literally that all
year long, THIS VERY TIME, these past 5 days, are the worst that
shit in my fucking life has been, ALL YEAR CUNT EATING LONG, GOOD
PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me or as the late great all
powerful non-oz-relative of mine, and friend of the great Jimmy Dean
Sausage, would put this, near to the Christmas Holidays of 1972, up
in Babylon, New York, on the great island, and I'll quote him,
''PERMIT ME'' to now draw you the chart, not for the entire year,
but for this eleventh hellish fucking month, reminding all of you
that this all began on the cunt chewing twenty-eighth day of last
August, and has not even thought fucking about looking back ever god
dam ass since, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Before
I do draw this chart for November 2013, good folks; let me announce
where I am in 'BOTBAR HEAVEN' here, first. For 2013, I AM 31% TIMES
5 MPB. FOR NOVEMBER, 2013, I AM 44% MPB. I ALSO AVERAGE THESE TWO
FIGURES FOR WHAT I CALL THE NEAR TERM YEAR PICTURE, OR THE (NTYP)
ABBREVIATED. THE AVERAGE OF 33 AND 44 ROUNDED OFF, COMES TO MPB-38%,
also an all time high so far for me in 2013. Things are getting
mother fucking worse and worse and worse,
WIRTZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can you and Pam ever lend a
helping hand here, YO?????? No, they won't or they can't, or
'whatever' Bob Andrews, old buddy from the long ago world, BUT
THAT
is why I
DON'T FUCKING VOTE IN THIS FUCKED UP COUNTRY!!!!!!!!!!!
I do not believe in your rotten system. My persecution is real and
not imagined, AND TRHEHY ALL KNOW IT, and they LAUGH AT ME and just
let me suffer and die, so just don't expect great things said about
you, from me, USA! It won't be coming!!!!!!!!
SATAN
IS REAL, HE IS ALIVE, LIVING ON HAL LINSEY'S PLANET EARTH, AND I
KNOW THE MOTHER FUCKER, AND I KNEW THE MOTHER FUCKER,
and don't anybody tell me I'm crazy, as I have shit you
would not believe,
that backs me all fucking up here, great people,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well
my friends and viewers; I sincerely want to thank all of you for
reading me, and I know one thing; and you don't ever have to confirm
it for me. I know that in some small ways, you know that nobody
would ever do a project like my 8 solid years of blogs; unless there
was a lot more to it than a bunch of insanity and nonsense!!! Those
who would be nuts and crazy enough to do that, are out there, yes;
but
locked up in sike wards
where they don't have fucking internet and computer access. All I
ask you is to just ponder and think on this for a few minutes,
before you switch off an d go screw your lover or read that next
blog or whatever, Congressman-75 old pal!!!
I
know that many of you are already using your imaginations that have
taken you to places that even I have not gone as of yet on these
blogs, as even I know that there are lines in the sand, and I do not
plan on crossing over them, not even to get to Grant Avenue to see
my lovely daughter, right Helen, or should I perhaps say, Helen and
Helen, huh Sally Starr, or I could just go back to 1998 and say
George and George and George, and for that matter, just where is he
because lots of peeps have been wondering about this one for ages,
and I lived right next door to this dude some time ago, and THAT,
can be saved for other times, and other really good
girls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
W---O---W!
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity; Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
GOD
ALL MIGHTY, ALSO KNOWN AS (AKA)
M---O---N---E---Y,
is the most evil fucking thing in the universe, it makes nice people
rotten, and rotten people become demonic monsters cubed!
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This pasted shit from the US © Office is just one tiny little mother
fucking item, ladies and gents! Take that to the Bank of Toronto, YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!
I
am in a war-game with MIGHTY ASTRAL PLANE GODS,
and always have been, and always will be; because all
time is really one time,
and is a big fat fucking illusion. Now, in
order to distract their awareness, away from the quintessential
hellishness of ENDLESSNESS;
they must do major things that
take their minds endlessly off of this.
Thus if they never ever are dwelling on it, it
can exist, and not be part of their interaction; literally separating
them from HELL!!!
Now I don't expect you to 'GET
THIS';
and am only hoping that you'll keep on fucking reading this. Your
awake brain is working in reverse and thinks endlessness is the
coolest greatest thing imaginable.
All things are reversed by the awake-brain, and if you think about
this truth; you will know I am correct, and that you have absolutely
no legitimate argument to present to me.
If
only some of you nice wonderful folks would click the stuff that I
tell you to click, you wouldn't have to take my word for anything. It
is all up on the internet, BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
People
can theorize, wonder, guess, and make all sorts of logical, as well
as totally illogical deductions; about any possible parameter that
physical life has to offer; from whether it is the right time to ask
a boss for a raise, a pretty girl out on a date; or just if a family
should vacation in Hawaii or the Rocky Mountains, and even who really
gave us all THE INTERNET!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND ALSO,
WHY
DID THEY?
WOW.
Let
me tell you all why this was all created, well, I'll give you a tiny
introduction that won't begin as 'you'll be crossing over', or 'OK,
the name of this song is Don't EF Around With Magnetics'. I'll be
quite brief, for me aniwho. It was time for the gods to introduce
this new game, all because of stuff that was going on with me, and my
short to come suigenerous search and quest to locate the special teen
girl from my youth, Sarah Krassle.
Until
you are ready to ever believe that this entire thing is all here and
happening because of her and me, as wild and huberous as it sounds,
and I hear my words every bit as well as you do; but this is the
reason the internet was given, to step up the next level of this
game, and you know what folks, if Chris Bennett and Ed Lynch were not
there or had not been born, then someone else in the great
EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY
was right there and ready, to take their mother fucking place, I
PROMISE YOU THAT, sitting, standing, screaming, swearing, shattering,
or anything else that this adorable loving WASHCLOTH
FAMILY
is all wrapped up in and with good folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GO
WASH YOUR HANDS.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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