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PRIVATE
LIFE JOURNAL OF MARK WAYNE MOHR AAAJ
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DECEMBER
17, 2013,
TUESDAY
EVENING AT 6:55
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 65 DEGREES FNHT.
There
is an old song called, “What A Difference A Day Makes'', and it
goes on in its lyrical content after the title words, with,
''twenty-four little hours'', and so on, and so forth. Whenever I
experience a day like yesterday followed by a
day like today, after the fire alarm and my posted blog; it
makes me think of these lyrics, and yearn to be like everybody else
on this mother fucking planet, who does not
suffer the affliction of the HUNTINGTON
CURSE. Oh well, say ''LEVY'', in out of Atlantic city, New
Jersey, or good old FRANCE!
I
like bringing things to a head. I like honesty. I like reality. I
don't like games, and that is why I do not and never ever did, DATE,
go to fucking singles clubs, or hit the fucking bar scene. It is one
huge head game, and not one that I am at all fucking interested in
playing. I am not a sick mother fucking screwed up individual who
gets off calling someone for thirty years and acting stupid, I am not
someone who is hungry for power and authority mister Reed, I am not
someone that fits very well into this messed up society, called the
new age global empire (NAGE). 'Nage' rhymes with rage; and to be
honest, it should. It really does place my mind into quite an irate
rage, just cogitating significantly on the subject for any length of
time, and that's a fact of life, lovely blond teen Blair.
I
went out on a few errands early this afternoon, bought a few grocery
items that will tide me over until the new year arrives, and spoke to
some people who I know locally, just performing day to day duties on
my list, no big deal. I ran into a goddess at the first store I went
to. She was about six-eight in height, a good 350 pounds of
powerfully beautifully built woman, jet black, and totally awesome.
The enemy was not persecuting today, so pussy command was dead and
zero. Why this parallel event with me and with this, exists, is
anybody's mother fucking best guess, Doctor Whales
McCoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
next door nabe returned from his bizz, and s back, so the noisy other
folks in the building, out of respect for him, did not make obnoxious
loud noise all day as they did yesterday. I have no idea what the DOW
JONES DID, and frankly, Bob Andrews Longrivers, I don't even care.
All I can try is to live and to die, with love for each other to
share. Boy was I a naïve little shit at age 25 when I wrote that
silly little country tune, AHA-AHA-AHA, MIKE!
Yes
Mark Wayne Mohr, you suffer through one hell of a monster hellish
fucking shitty life, at the speed of light, ***BRO***!!!
W---O---W,
and double triple ass wow to boot!
MUSIC
IS SOMETHING THAT is not explainable, as far as how it relates to my
life, and has, for over 59 mother fucking years. I have theories, I
have ideas, and all of this taken to the donut shop in the morning,
along with a few dollars, may just buy me a cup of hot chocolate and
a stale fucking donut. In any event, I am going to be telling
something huge!!!
THIS
EVIL STOCK MARKET CAN SUCK MY FAT THROBBING COCK!
TO
ACHIEVE THEIR FUCKING HELL, THE EVIL MOTHER FUCKING WOMO-MILITUFORCE
SCREWED MY ENTIRE 2013 YEAR TO HELL AND BACK. THESE FUCKING JERK OFF
ENEMIES POURED ON A BEYOND MAJOR MASSIVE ASSAULT AS BAD AS 1987 ALL
CUNT LAPPING MOTHER FUCKING OVER AGAIN. I WILL NOT FORGET ABOUT 2013,
FOR ABOUT FIVE THOUSAND MOTHER FUCKING YEARS!!!!!
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HERE
WE MOTHER FUCKING GO AGAIN, day
after day, week after week, month after month, year after year,
decade after decade, century after century, millennium after
millennium, am I right, old buddy, Bob Priceright Barker?
No
folks, I am not willing to play head games. My mother loved them, and
peeps all over the place love them. I saw them played as a child when
occasionally viewing a soap show on television. It seemed that is all
society was about, hiding feelings, hiding secrets, being back
stabbers, all of it; the full vicious circle of absurdity and
asininity, cubed. I'll have no part of it. Good riddance to any and
all who do not take my story seriously. Better to have no followers
at all, than to have a platoon of bar players. That is not for me.
YIP, I will burn your whole stash, but will you burn the entire place
down, or just throw Iraq Juice all over me and hit me with a flame
thrower, like cuzz DMK threatened to do so often to both me, and to
my trailer park? Yes, the Zimmerman Club, a fascinating motley crew
to say the very least, and one I WILL ESCAPE FROM NO MATTER HOW MANY
SONG LYRICS INSIST TO THE CONTRARY. BELIEVE-----T---H---A---T!
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