PRIVATE
LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK WAYNE MOHR THIS
IS NOW SECTION-AAAN
DECEMBER
19, 2013,
THURSDAY
NIGHT AT 7:12
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 68 DEGREES FNHT.
Here
is what is going on for the record. First, every mother fucking day,
the DEW JONES markets are at ALL TIM E RECORD HIGHS, the same
disastrous mother fucking situation that began all this fucking shit
for me back in the middle nineteen eighties. There was a Christmas
party in the building today, and I always have to have nabes that
have guests all the time that are part of all this shit, and love to
make endless fucking noise and annoy us poor old fucks like pitiful
mother fucking me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
may be 68. but it fucking feels 88 and humid to me inside this
hell-hole. Getting the hellidays out of the way, as real followers of
mine back in my blogging days, know only too well; is always a major
hurdle to accomplish. Exactly whay or what is really going on and has
been since my mom dropped me on my head on Fiftieth Street in Philly,
a long time ago, is anybody's best Doc Humpback McCoy Whales, guess;
or if you happen to be a Sarah or a Stacey, or an Isis, or a Scylla,
then maybe it would end up being your best guess at naming t he
guests, but in any event, guaranteed and promised or not, Tahren
Gandhi sir; at least since Mashell Daniels offers me my entitled
opinion, or did, back in the middle of 1980 somewhere, over at the
recording studio, where we were employed and were coworkers having a
somewhat difference of opinion on IRC-MM or whatever the PC term for
marriages of non same hue, would be correctly labeled as in late
2013. I do not care what anybody does, and only wish the best for
everybody. It is WALL STREET that hates my fucking guts and decided
to take my entire life to the garbage can, daughters and wolves and
all, ADA Cutter Blowback Anniedream Cornfields, and to quote Sigmund
Malyeska from 1969, ''That's just the way it
goes''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did I say WOW?
SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM,
IT HAS BEEN ALL MOTHER FUCKING CUNT LAPPING DAY LONG. TOMORROW,
I GO TO TALK WITH DEBBIE MARATTO, MY RESIDENT MANAGER, AT HER BINGO
GAME DOWN IN THE RESIDENTS MEETING ROOM, AS I HAVE SEVERAL LARGE
COMPLAINTS. SHE CAN HEAR ME ON THEM, OR I CAN DRIVE
STRAIGHT FROM THERE, OVER TO SHERIFF
MASCARA'S OFFICE, AND THE RESULTS WILL NOT BE
PRETTY WHEN I TELL MY ENTIRE LIFE STORY, AND BRING
EVERY BIT OF FREAKING PROOF THAT I HAVE, THAT THE 'EW'
IS MESSING WITH ME; AND HAS ILLEGALLY DONE MANY MANY THINGS TO
ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC,
CANCEL WORLD DESTRUCT for at least 300 years, under coded general
order 9485782, CG-105948873936, G-189, G-1133, G13, G-14,
G-427775010204, UNDER CG-5555, AND STOP!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM,
on my voice print only. Hear my mind now doing this when this posts
to Earth present day internet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well
this little bit of dear diary is for both me and for a pal of mind
who was kind enough to get a message through to me. Actually, this is
what saved this entire world from obliteration early tomorrow
morning, as I had totally had it with humanity.
BALL
CRIME DEAD-CHORD CRIES!!!
TO
ACHIEVE THEIR FILTHY ROTTEN HELL AGAINST ME ON WALL STREET, THESE
BEYOND EVIL MONSTER SCUM WOMO-MILITUFORCITES, SCREWED MY ENTIRE
WEEK, AND MONTH, AND YEAR, TO HELL. THESE DISEASED ENEMIES POURED ON
A BEYOND MAJOR MASSIVE ASSAULT AGAINST ME, AS BAD AS 1987, ALL OVER
AGAIN IN TWENTY FREAKING THIRTEEN.
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That
is one reason, out of many; that I love the electron so much. In
matter worlds, where the polarity of the proton brother, and her, run
in one charged direction; time as light's reflection, runs
accordingly; in that equal direction. So in half of the parallel
universes of the hyperspace where this polarity is opposite of that
of the one where we all live and have atomic make up in as us right
now, these charges are reversed, and so is time's direction. Tomorrow
is coming back into our present here, while on the other hand, there;
yesterday is coming back into our present. So by entering any
parallel universe running in an opposite charge and using advanced
field travel so that you can accelerate time, you really are running
back into time. Neither past or future, of any timeline or parallel
universe, is a solid truth. We all are just a MIND REALM, all mixing
wildly together one dimension below that part of ourselves, here in
fifth dimensional hyperspace. There is no law of causality, nor
consequences and enforcements that so pertain to these so-called
cosmic regulation. This is all cave-man perception of the cosmos, and
will remain in place, until the realm of the mind and our lives in
the fifth dimension, become accepted scientifically, and their
community proves these mysterious to their total laboratory mind set
satisfaction, through models and formulas and experimentation, and
all that other happy horse shit that they all sit around and do, and
get paid nicely for. So go and eat my prick; Light-Bulb Office Doc
Hacker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank
you very much for speaking with me today and helping me out with this
wild mess, my pal ''Seabottom''.
I
will bet big money, SB, that you are a SYFY buff, and one who knows
the old original black and white television show called ''THE OUTER
LIMITS'', and even know about the greatest episode of all of them, in
my opinion of course, about the radio station called, and yes I still
remember it 50 years later, KXKVI. ETERNITY, GOD, ELECTOMAGNETISM,
ALL THE SAME. Yes, you are probably the only other person in America
who knows of that show, who understands the statement made by that
fictional alien, and I apologize for losing faith, and must remember
that peeps have families and lives and they do get busy. I will try
not to bug the crap out of you, but hope that eventually, when I
learn how to receive or download and all of that computer junk, that
you will be willing to send me what you have of me, I would hope you
have some of my music as well, but if not, I intend to retrieve it
from the © Office, it is just going to cost me about a grand to do,
not looking forward to that expense at all. I am really hoping you
have the song about 'FLOWERS', that would be a game changer for me
right now. It is sung with such an incredibly awesome and beautiful
voice, but then, you know all about Magnetic Sound and Keyboards from
Petahell, and I feel, I truly have one real friend in this rotten old
stinky world. The reason I need to get my material all back in one
big pile, is too complex to get into, my family understands it, and
are scared to death of that day.
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 DIRTY ROTTEN NINETEEN EIGHTIES!!!!!
Well,
my dad used to say during his visit with mom and me in Westmont, New
Jersey, in 1965, when I would act up at the dinner table, ''Well,
another meal ruined''. Dad, I'll do more than ruin your
trillion year old bourbon and a few rotten dinners, I might even
activate Maggie's Keyboards, WOW, Stacey
Macy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh the gods, why
is it that one set of eyes has opened, and billions of others stay
glued shut like a space vacuum seal?
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! Jenny, you can
really throw those heavy melons around, you gorgeous lovely goddess.
Would you believe that tape survived my trip to Florida? Like I tape
date shows. I had one reason for taping that show, and if we're over
18 in this audience, we all know what that reason is, lovely-tongue
Mizz McCarthy. WOW,
a crash level airplane nearly knocked the fucking roof of the
building, FAA Authorities, at 8:24 PM on this 12/19/2013, just in
case you might care about illegal covert persecutions that will be
bringing me some real nice pussy fucking command tomorrow! Thank
you for translating the great flower song, 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, the problem with this is that this is
not a blog any longer, nor am I a dog, especially MIDGE. GAME OVER
LOVELY ISIS-JEHOVAH. I
DEMAND A GAME OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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PLUS 5555555555555, TIMES 555555555555555555555555, AND DIVIDED BY
55555555;
IS
EQUAL TO WHO GOD DAM ASS CARES, YO??????????????????
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!! 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. No, I would go back
and kill my baby-self so that I would fucking die, if that was
possible. But as that crazy beach girl Disney-Kim said a while back
in 2000, well Ingrid, you know already, very, very, very well!!!!!!!!
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