NOVEMBER
23, 2013,
SATURDAY
MORNING AT 4:33
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 68 DEGREES FNHT.
TITLE
OF THIS SERIES OF BLOGS:-------
“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”
“DON'T
SKIP THIS BLOG”
I TOLD YOU, I TOLD
YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, I
TOLD YOU.
ALL
IT TAKES IS TO TORTURE ME!!!!!
BOTBAR
TIMES 3, 50% BOTBAR ON
THE
MONTH, AND TOOTH AGONY!!!!!
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ALL
DAY LONG, I HAVE BEEN DEATHLY ILL AND IN BED, CHEWING ON PAIN KILLERS
FOR THE TOOTHACHE-MAJOR-BOTTON-ASSAULT FROM THE FUCKING
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This BOTBAR X 3 day
brings us now to a mother fucking 50% MPB for
November-2013!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
has never ever been this mother fucking bad, not since the mother
fucking nineteen cunt lapping eighties when this all fucking got cock
sucking going against me with these rat chewing turds.
As
soon as I came over here with enough strength mustered up, at just
past four this cunt eating morning, my dirt bag next door nabe began
making sounds over there, it has since stopped, but I know they have
All been WOMO-INFILTRATED, and know every time this computer is
activated or touched by me in any cock sucking fucking little ass
way, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We
were but ten and now we're old, and lovely babbling brooks are grown
and on their own,Margie Leo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now, I am just dead
with a busted fucking head!!!!!!!
I
am going to tell one huge biggie on this blog, and it is very
deserved, after this major fucking attempt on my life from AUGUST 28
through NOVEMBER 22, of this totally SATANIC YEAR!!!!!!!!
David
Roth said something over and over, and recently, before 08-28, but
not that far before, this remains my own bizz for right now; but he
said, and I blogged it many times over an eight year fucking blogging
career now folks; “Mark, 'they' are afraid of your
potential”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is so true, but only can be seen in
the full glory and the full awareness and intricate knowledge, of
fifth McCoo dimensional hyperspace, my friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Normal
mother fucking peeps don't go in and out of a place all throughout
the night, and none of this happening around me is one bit normal.
The thing that holds it all fucking together for WOMO, is that as the
prosecutor said over and over to me for many years, proving all this
is a different animal entirely, than merely realizing this incredible
shit is all totally real!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Don't
fucking worry my good peeps, when you get to the big secret, you'll
know it without me ever having to lead into it with many of my
to-date-intros, right US © Office, and distant jerk off cuss
DJT??????????????????????????????
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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.
AS
ALWAYS ANY MORE!
If
I had one penny for every strange thing that has happened around me
and my fucked up life for the past 35 mother fucking years, I would
have fifty grand in my cunt lapping pocket right this
second!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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”.
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PLUS FUCKING 55555555555555555555555555 TIMES 5555555555 DIVIDED BY
PUSSY HUFFING 55555555555555555, IS EQUAL TO WHO GIVES FIVE RATS
ASSES, LET ME JUST STARE AT THESE FIVES, AS JANE BITCH WEEDS DISEASE
SLEAZE FUCKED ME AGAIN, ON PAGE ELEVEN OF FUCKING ELEVEN, MY FRIENDS,
YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!
This
is fucking twice now peeps, that I could have mother fucking sworn
that if I used filler lines such as those above, I would miss page
eleven and skip to 12, somehow both fucking times, it somehow screwed
with me, and there it was, PAGE CUNT EATING ELEVEN!!!!!!!!
There
is a worm in the program also, weird fucking shit is happening while
I am trying to blog this fucking document, BOB MCDOWELL, FEDERAL
COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, AND OLD PAL FROM FRIKKIN'
1972!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! See, another penny, or $50,000.01
in my pocket, you have to admit it adds up fucking lightning ass
fucking past, right peeps, YO????????????????????????
NOVEMBER
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NOVEMBER
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NOVEMBER
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NOVEMBER
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NOVEMBER
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NOVEMBER
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NOVEMBER
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NOVEMBER
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NOVEMBER
22-----50---THE
NEW ALL TIME HIGH HELL!
BOB,
THEY ARE FUCKING HACKING THS LIVING FUCKING SHIT OUT OF THE COMPUTER,
OLD FRIEND. LIKE THEY HAVE NOT FUCKING HURT ME ENOUGH, AND HAVE NOT
GOTTEN ENOUGH ILLEGAL POINTS ON THEIR CHEATED MOTHER FUCKING STOCK
MARKET?????????????????
Oh
fuck this shit, let me boot off and back on, they have a fucking huge
worm in here, Bob McDowell, FCC, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
Am seriously HACKED, FCC, FBI, STATE AND LOCAL POLICE. I tried
everything, I will have to try and if I cannot blog today, I will
have to try again when I get the mother fucking strength again in a
day or two. THIS IS A FUCKING CUNT EATING BLATANT VIOLATION OF MY
COCK SUCKING CIVIL RIGHTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
seems to be a little better, not much. I know the entire world is in
on this, but only are they in a major
puppeteering and body-snatchers
type of way, it is not direct, and nobody consciously mother fucking
has a clue why they are all persecuting me to fucking death, JUST AS
I TOLD JIM FUCKING BURR ON THE WAY MONE FROM THE CASINO THAT DAY WHEN
WE PLAYED AT BOTH THE NUGGET AND RESORTS INTERNATIONAL, AND I
GOT FUCKED WITH AT RESORTS WITH THAT PUBLIC ADDRESS INTRO SONG
FUCKING SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Puppeteering
may not be a word, but if it fits in my blogging conversations, fuck
the worlds, there's no cunt eating law against my using it!!!!!
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When
the first toothache-major button was pushed a while back, I went to
sleep that night after the pain subsided for the most part, and fell
into a wild dreaming interaction where my daughter was here and said
she was going to stay here with me, and would not tell me why, and I
am not speaking of hyperspace daughter PEE. It was more real than
anything right now today, pain, hacks, hell, and all, and more vivid
than being on a crashing fucking Dorney Park Roller Coaster. I was
not planning to blog this experience, and do not blog all of the
major dreams as you would call them, and so please do not think that
because you are not reading about them, that the last big one was on
a blog, such as that incredible time with hyper-dimensional wife
Ingrid and my working in some form of custodial capacity in some
Pennsylvania strange extra-credit make up school. Well, this does
have transdimensional reality to it, with certain last names, certain
make up credit deals, and shit I would not fucking dare discuss
further, but I do know that just typing this makes WOMO know that I
KNOW, I told you, nothing gets fucking past me, WOMO, you scum
sucking shit bags!!!!!!! Thank you FCC, I know you have lessened the
hack in the past few minutes, it is now for the record, 5:50 this
Saturday fucking morning, no temperature change, still 68 degrees. I
cannot tell you more about the Ingrid experience, nor is it safe to
tell more about MC being here, but let me remind you for right now
about the TWO LETTERS sent to me in 1997, from hyperspace, while I
was still having those incredible continuous recurring dreams about
the Egg Harbor city Detention Center, and is shy I insist that you
have no idea about something called the REALITY-TRIANGLE, DREAMS,
EXPLORATRONS, and HYPERSPACE. Satan is in this fucking apartment
right now, get lost PRICK DING HAMMER
MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For those who may not know, I
figured out why I got those two letters that were empty, after
blogging about three years. You don't need to know more, it is not
safe. Not for me, not for you, not even for the Captain and his Hicks
Whales of the humpday camels, huh squishy fucking GEIKO Insurance
Company?????????????????????????????????
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THE
CUNT EATING DEATH ANDROID-ANGEL IS HERE IN THE ROOM, HIS DIRT BALL
FRIEND MUST HAVE TAKEN OFFENSE AND LEFT, HE BUZZED THEN LEFT, AT
5:56, THEN CAME RIGHT BACK ON MY SAME FUCKING RIGHT SIDE AND BUZZED
WAY LOUDER AGAIN. GET LOST DIRT BAG MORTY
MORTINO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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!!!! Now we will go to
the next time period if my fictional /hypothetical machine with Doc
Al Who, was not powerful enough to get all the way back to 1980, but
near. Gee could it really be shortly after moving again to the next
residence in February of fucking 1983, I mean really peeps, COULD IT
BE, CAN IT BE SARAH SILVER SKATES HANS WORSHING KRASSLE OF THE BOYS
CLUB OF 1969 AMERICA, RED JOHN???
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. So now forget this and hyper space discuss the
new power drain, as we can only get this little mother fucker back as
far as February somewhere, in the year of fucking 1983, like freaking
ass W----O----W!!!
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. That was back then, this is now,
we cannot get back this far, only to some time in the second month of
good old 1983, and the SAGA OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD!!!
Well,
I would have gone there and seen an entirely different situation, as
I never moved from 1802 Robin Hill Apartments back where I had a
machine capable of taking me to the early part of 1980. Remember, I
would never have let that horrible fucking Playboy Bunny Whore, force
me out of that apartment. There would be no ATCO, but would there
ever have been a Privecode? Well, I had purchased that and just never
opened it out of its box, while still living back at Robin Hill in
Voorhees Township. Would Lightning Goddess Diana have ever contacted
me through it however, as this place had some entirely different
phone circuitry that was not as conducive as the home in Atco, for
having her call through to me on it? Let us say I am back there and
learn with memory, that I lost out on Diana, well that is
unacceptable, I love lightning, and won't be without her, as I was
when I lived here quite a fucking while ago as Benjamin Franklin,
until the very last day of my life when she stood at the foot of my
bed and only I could see her while I drew my final breaths as him,
and she told me about being in a room in the sun. So at this point, I
need to repair a lot of damage, because I loved Robin Hill at that
one apartment so much and decided to make a change, but lost the love
of my life in the process. Where are you when I fucking need you and
all your “friends” Waltzing RH Macy?????????? Where has the past
hundred fucking years all gone, long time passing, and will any of
them ever learn, I sit here wondering and head scratching. Still, no
one really has a clue at what is going to happen as I keep leading
you around with this story. Only I know what is going to happen, the
world will die or they will kill me first, and then they will all be
destroyed any way, so take it from fucking there, MMCN!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!
But
back to the TOOTHACHE-MAJOR button that the WOMO-MILITUFORCE loves to
hit so often, and even did it to Dawn-Marie King, and
others!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Forget the wild dream where my kid wanted
to stay here for some bizarre reason that she would not tell me, it
this wild experience, I looked at my face in my bathroom mirror and
it was all swollen as though Dawn and Michelle had both kept their
eternal promise made to me of punching me there so often, in inverse
Harry Callas baseball years, of 1980 and 2008. My face looks just
like this again, only this was me in another part of the hyperspace,
you all in blind ignorance would say,WOW Mountainpen, you sure dream
the future a lot. There is no fucking future. Another part in the 5th
dimensional hyperspace IS already playing out on a date that we may
perceive HERE as our future. Hay, don't even get me going, as I do
not plan on losing DIANA, or crying over it for all eternity,
starting in 1985, or did I know all this back then, and up here is
just me making you all crazy? Well, these are things that my
wonderful readers are gonna' have to eventually decide once and for
all, all by themselves, one by one. No one will be able to help any
one of you, it will be your ultimate and final decision to trust me
or not, as even my daughter, in this dimension, does
NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*****W-----O-----W*****
I
am going through more fucking hell than a million Jews in the
Holocaust all put together, and you all are clueless as raindrops
about it. WEEEEEEEEEEE.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
Well folks, Bugs Bunny, and Doc Al Who, and myself, have traveled
around enough in the STM channels for today, so I will leave you with
my whittle frikkin' paste ins now, and pweeeze have a Realley nice
day evweebuddy.
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!!!!!!!!!!!!
EVEN
I DON'T LOOK AS DOPEY AS PIZZA BOY, RIAA, GIMME A BWAKE HERE MARGE
1985 CRIANA LEO, GIRL!
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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''.
Dow Jones Industrial Average (^DJI)
All
the shit that Morianity used to preach before it closed its books
forever, TOLD AND EXPLAINED ALL THIS 100%, 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,
BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
currently fucking stand at a horrific milf-huffing 31X9 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!!!!
THAT
is why I
DON'T FUCKING VOTE IN THIS FUCKED UP COUNTRY!!!!!!!!!!!
You think anyone of these Washington pricks gives a fucking hot ass
hell what happens to me and many like me on the NSA
DEATH SNOWDEN PERSECUTION LIST
or the ENEMIES LIST OF THE MILI-2-FORCE,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO??????????
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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GO
WASH YOUR HANDS.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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