THIS
IS NO JOKING MATTER, NOT ONE FUNNY FUCKING THING WILL BE TYPED ON
THIS BLOG, ATTORNEY GENERAL PAM BONDI, MAHM, MY LIFE IS IN MAJOR
EXTREME DANGER, AND THERE IS NOTHING TO LAUGH AT.
FEBRUARY
4, 2014,
TUESDAY
MORNING AT 1:55,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 72 DEGREES FNHT.
This
super mother fucking botbar day, was also, as most are; A MOUNTAINPEN
WEIRD DAY, WHICH MEANS, EVEN SUPER FUCKING MONSTER WEIRD, for fucking
cock sucking little old rotten shit face
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*MORIANITY
PART 8, CHAPTER 6*
NO
WONDER THE AUTHORITIES CANNOT HELP ME, THIS WOULD HONESTLY TAKE
HAWKING, THE LATE SAGEN, EINSTEIN, AND KAKU ALL RAPPED UP INTO ONE
SUPER MIND BEING, TO EVEN TRY AND HELP ME, MIZZ LOVELY BONDI, just as
you will see as I tell you this monster fucking story on this dam ass
blog!!!!!
Jupiter,
Florida welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
WHAT
COULD BE A WORSE HELL THAN WHAT WAS DESCRIBED TO ME IN 1988 BY VERY
POWERFUL
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Well
great peeps, let's get down to
CASES
now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
WAS A SUPER
MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR,
AND NOW TWO FOR THREE, THIS MONTH,;FOR A MPB OF 67%.
THIS IS DEAD SERIOUS SHIT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I AM A DYING MOTHER
FUCKIER, WITH ENEMIES THAT GO BEYOND THE UNIVERSE, AND PROBLEMS THAT
GO BEYOND RELIGION, TO QUOTE MY EX BUSINESS PARTNER, A VERY
INTELLIGNET FELLOW MAY I
ADD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
day
began weird
and different,
and kept
right on
heading in
that
direction.
Allow
me pweeeze,
to explain!!!!!!!!
I
got hacked on my computer as always, when trying to respond to an
e-mail, after getting up and having a glass of lemonade and waking up
the computer and checking my e-mail. I may have finally got through,
but it took a few tries. If you are reading this, PP, thank you for
responding to my little squib the other week about seeing your
interview video about the Jersey Pines on the Youtube, and I saw most
of your great videos, and I tried to join your community site, and do
not know if it all worked or not, and I don't know if you got my
e-mail, but I did keep trying, despite first getting that annoying
error 404 message. Glad we are in communication again, life is too
short as normal mortals would put it, to lug around heavy grudges and
baggage, to quote my crazy girlfriend you met back in 1999, Helen
Zebriski, from the islands.
Now
after I was awake and did this on the computer, I went to turn on my
video system, and the WOMO-MILITUFORCE hacked out the remote control
device that Comcast Cable gives subscribers, and when they were last
out here, they programmed it to work on my television, and the entire
thing was just mother fucking erased out, boom, right out of the
blue, for absolutely no mother fucking logical reason, other than my
typical persecution and harassment that has been going on since this
shit all fucking began on August 15, 1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SOSO-WEIN, there is nothing new whatsoever going on in my nightmare
fucked up sub vampiric eternal
hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Today
was my errand day, that starts each new month; after my Social
Security Disability debit is placed into my account. However, let me
keep shit in perfect chronological order to help it all make sense as
a pattern of persecution. The TV remote hack was done after I
returned from my few little errands, so let me backtrack shit here,
good folks, thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I always pay my rent
and check my balance at the bank, and then I went to the Goodwill
Store and then the Publix Store. I only needed a few whittle items,
but I did buy soda on sale at the Publix, Mountain Dew and the Pepsi
sodas were on a BOGO, buy one and get one 12-pack free, so I got two
for the price of one, and this led to a disaster that I'll be getting
into, so be a little patient with me.
2014
is one fucking cunt lapping disaster after another, and for the
fucking cunt lapping year, my MPB (Magnetic Percentage Botbar) is a
whopping mother fucking 53%. It is a horrendous cunt lapping 67% for
the month of February, an average month and year MPB of 60%. This is
the worse mother fucking shit I have gone mother fucking cunt eating
through, folks, since August and September in 1986!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Before
I left for my errands, a MAJOR
DEATH ANDROID ATTACK
struck me on my left side, and later today a total of 5 more on left
and right sides, have struck, and when death angels strike major,
THINGS ARE FUCKIGN INDEED QUITE FUCKING MAJOR, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In
all my time living in this Housing Authority building in Fort Pierce,
nearly three cock licking years now LADS, LASSIES, LABBERS, AND LAB
DOGS AKA L-4; WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, never has a shopping cart
been right there at the elevator of my sixth floor, and never ever
when I take a cart down to the place where they should be placed out
beyond the parking lot door to the building in a grassy area, has it
been there when I go shopping a while, and then return, but this time
there it was, and bear this in mind as I now tell you more of today's
fucking extremely covert attack that no 10 Einstein's could carry
out; not in a million mother fucking years, and
I do not believe for one fucking second, that it was all a mere
random series of bad luck things,
not after I have experienced this same type of shit continually for
60 cunt lapping mother fucking squat gobbling ass years, folks,
YO!!!!!!!
YOU
WON'T BE NAILING ME TONIGHT, YOU WITCH-BITCH JANE, I HAVE MY SCREEN
BLOCKED FOR PAGE ELEVEN COMING UP, YOU SLEAZY SHIT FROM 1993, I
REMEMBER THAT NIGHTMARE PUTRID FUCKIGN NIGHT THE PHILLIES AND THE
BRAVES WERE PLAYING, LIKE IT WAS HAPPENING TWO CUNT EATING WEEKS AGO,
BLISTER-SISTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
this soda was on sale or I would not have bought these two twelve
pack cartons. This cart was meant for me to use or it would have not
both been right there at the elevator, and still in the area of where
carts are supposed to be parked after use, after I returned from the
goddess dam ass store!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some mother fucking
jerk off knows my routine, just like back in cunt huffing 1969 in
Atlantic fucked up City New Jersey, when those teen punks said to me
on the beach, it's time for your swim, mocking me, and speaking of
being RPL haunted, as well as mocked, just cunt eating fucking wait
until you read the entire story of this nightmare fucking botbar day,
peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
would not believe me in a million cunt sucking fucking years folks, I
just went to remove the screen block sticky paper from my PC monitor,
convinced I had gone through page eleven, and this has happened
before, and has been cunt lapping fucking blogged before as well, and
many know this, and sure enough, the WOMO scum bag fart sniffing
dirty rotten bastard ass trash, got me fucked up and it was still
PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, SO LET ME NOW cunt phlegm rape (compensate)
for this deplorable despicable monster fucking ass assault on me
cosmically, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!
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IS EQUAL TO I
DON'T GIVE A MILLION BLOODY ROTTEN FUCKING RATS ASSES AT LIGHT
FUCKING SPEED SQUARED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
seems that this shopping cart had an invisible mother fucking defect
The back of it was busted in a way that you could not see, but if any
significant weight was placed in the high section, the entire metal
gage at the bottom slipped and swung around in a way I never saw in
my entire life, and I had my two soda 6-PACK cartons where else, but
in the high part that made it just heavy enough to cause the
defective broken bottom to swing around, and as I was loading my shit
into it at just the wrong way and time, both my hands were on the
part that you hold to push it, and SLAM, I never felt fucking agony
like that, and nearly have two broken hands. If this had happened at
the Publix Store, I would be a rich mother fucker; as I would sue,
and don't think I wouldn't! But it happened here at a place where
the tenants steal carts from numerous local stores, and so I cannot
do dog fucking shit about it, other than suffer my pain in silence,
and do this cunt sucking mother fucking nasty ass blog; and I will,
and it will be a doozie when all is fucking said and done, and
I PROMISE YOU THAT, WOMO MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
peeps, 2014 makes 2013 look like a year in fucking cunt lapping
comparative ass heaven, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! But if you think you have
heard the details to the story yet, of this blog and the third day of
February, you may think again, good
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Remember the wild
nightmare that took place at a residence where my mom and I were
renting a home on Central Avenue, in Moorestown, New Jersey, USA; and
my daughter and her cousins were also there, and I was being put in
pain and shit was done to me, and peeps were jeering and mocking me?
Well let me refresh your memory, so skip over it if you remember it
real well from a few fucking ass blogs in the past, YO, as I am going
to repeat and re-print this for you all right here and right now,
lovely Lieutenant Corecedin VanBuren!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014
OH
SHIT,
OH
SHIT,
OH
SHIT,
OH
SHIT,
OH
SHIT,
OH
SHIT,
OH
SHIT,
OH
SHIT,
Numerous
things were in this wild and very vivid experience. The noise here
has picked up out of nowhere, so the GREAT SARAH KRASSLE is watching
me, and knows that I am typing this to be blogged, and is letting me
know her displeasure about my doing this perhaps, who can ever really
know, again, with or without copyrighted eighties breath echos?
Still, I will always love my great singing Christmas Tree Angel from
Cooley Hall, in all of her persona's, and nothing she ever can do to
me will ever stop my totally endless love for Almighty MIDDIE, AKA
MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON,
MDE.
All
I can tell is that Gordo the stock tipper was also there, and so was
a strange girl I knew from Camden, New Jersey, back in the nineteen
eighties. Nobody needs to know any more. I am already in more trouble
than I can stand, times ten to the power exponent of fucking cock
sucking eighty eight. MC was singing along with one of her hit songs
from the future, back in time; and I was trying to understand how the
time was off, and how she was all grown and mature; and when I asked
her a couple questions, she took the pizza she was eating and holding
on a paper plate, bright blue in color, while standing about 8 feet
from me, and she threw it at me; and I was wearing her pizza, all
over a nice freshly washed and pressed bright white shirt. Then she
told me not to ask how this was so, and I apologized. The rest gets
super major, and I cannot go here, other than to say that she sat
down and told me my cousin is a rotten dirty loud mouth, who should
never burden people with things that they don't need to hear, and
told me it was him who had made her aware of that 1986 song that I
wrote; and he laughed as he did it, and how she wanted to give him 3
quick right cross flurry shots and knock his big flabby body out,
straight on the floor motionless; an exact quote from lovely
incredible MC, in that alternate reality in hyperspace. All I can
safely blog beyond this is that at the end, Dawn and her cuzz Letty,
walked into the parking lot, out to the right of the house or to the
left if, standing outside the front door, to the north; in
Moorestown, New Jersey. They all began asking me about the Speedship
Sunram, and who was up the street next to the Friendly Restaurant,
and I said I did not know, and Letty then walked over, spit on me,
and kicked me in my stomach, doubling me over, and everybody began
laughing and clapping and slapping hands. I got up eventually holding
my guts in pure excruciating agony, and said, there will be a Doctor
Mark Wolf, in an office next door to there, but that will be about 7
years in the future; and that he will become my hypnotherapist. With
that, MC began singing her famous number one song from 1997, and then
Ann threw a bowl of cereal and milk at me, and it went into my hair,
and was all dripping down all over me, and I felt like a helpless
clown. I started screaming, stop doing these things to me, you
horrible people, and then Letty, Leticia Tilley, MC's distant
'twinnish' cousin, walked over and hit me right in the chin, and the
next thing I knew, I was falling off of my bed and onto my floor,
here in my apartment; something that has not happened to me in ages.
SOMEBODY
IN A LARGER THAN 4-DIMENSIONAL SPACE-TIME SINGLE UNIVERSE, WANTED
ME TO EXPERIENCE A SUPER FUCKIGN AGONY,
and they planned all of this with meticulous deadly monstrous mother
fucking accuracy, and this is my point, and THAT
INDEED was the equation, great LURCHDROID
ROCKBERRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Right
before this horror show went down, I was asked by the Goodwill
cashier if I wished to make a 25 cent donation, that would be added
to my bill for a couple items I had purchases, and I said yes. This
is not the first time that I do a good deed, and follow the BIBLICAL
FUCKIGN BULLSHIT RULES OF SOW AND REAP, and I am here to witness that
that mother fucking Christian Bible is nothing but a complete and
total fucking LIE,
it
always goes opposite for me, I do a good thing, AND SATAN WHACKS THE
FUCKING SHIT OUT OF MY MOTHER FUCKIGN PATHETIC ASS,
YO YO YO!! WOW, you really do rock in reverse; WILLIAM LEONARD
MCKINNON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
real nightmare that none of you will believe, is that this bastard
mother fucking time traveling pile of dog shit, told me he was going
to do all of this to me over a telephone when I was living in 1980 at
Robin hill Apartments, number 1802, and I was just too stupid to
fucking cunt put two and two together, and come the fucking shit up
with the number four, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am really sorry, Mister Billy Graham, but I have to be honest, and
witness publicly as you would say on so many of your famous crusades,
that this is a huge fucking hoax from the late 22 hundreds, from a
place called ''Non Gene Rotten Berrytrek Non New Jersey Non Florida
WORLD LABORATORIES of
Westmont!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AS DSONNA
SUMMER'S GREAT ITALIAN FRIENDS WOULD SAY, I'VE SEEN THE FUTURE.
Well, there is no future, and believe it or not, there is no past,
there is only right this exact present time, because our mind is
spitting this out, and only because of this, and this is why until
humankind learns and comes to understand SPACE-TIME-MIND, we will
remain in the real dark ages of caves and dinosaurs,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All of this baby shit technology is totally
meaningless and moaningless, my friend, Professor Kaku, until folks
come to learn the power of the quanta and how mind is projecting all
of this hyperspace, down from a higher dimensional realm.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
love dick in the mouth Christians who shout at me, how can you
believe in a devil and not God. What God, what great being would have
a silly name like GOD? Hell it is DOG backwards. The great
Astral-Plane Gods are real, and one of them is the twin brother of
this great GODDESS SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, who I came to learn
IS DIANA, and don't try to understand or rap your heads around it, as
even in 1997, I still never understood why she put that fucking shit
about my love for her in the past tense. It has taken me until the
present time, to really start getting all of this, Mister hot shot
Tony Bonjovi, hell, I thought you were my friend, you rotten son of a
bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You can all go rot in fucking
cunt lapping HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll learn not to trust jerk
fucking offs and take them into my confidence just so they can get
influenced and paid off by SATAN INCARNATE
MCKANNON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HAY
GAWKY GAUKAUK, WHY WAS THIS HORRIBLE MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR TIMES TWO
DAY GIVEN TO ME ON FEBRUARY THE THIRD, 2014; RESULTING IN NEARLY TWO
BROKEN HANDS??????????????????????
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW
MOUNTAINPEN, PCN-572. HERE ARE MY MATCH-LIST ITEMS FOR THIS PCN,
WONDERFUL GREAT FOLKS OF CYBERSPACE.
CURLY,
MICHAEL JACKSON, PENINSULA DRIVE, WOMEN, USING, NINETEEN EIGHTY,
LOVE IS FOR CARPENTERS SONG.
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MORIANITY
PART 8, CHAPTER 5. THANKS
FOLKS.
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LIGHTNING (GODDESS DIANA), SUBMITTED BY A CHANNEL 12 VIEWER, NOW
PASTED FROM THEIR TV-APP.
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MICHAEL 1971 MCNULTY!!!!!!!
LAUGH
THE FUCK AT ME ALL YOU WANT TO, BASTARDS!!!!
There
are many unexplainable truths happening all around the universe, and
our world, and yes; us individually. This is simply because, we all
are like a little package, with a super program, and a super
computer; Professor Kaku, that automatically turns on an entire
're-al-o-gram', and then all else exists because of each of us, in
fact making this so. Well, this seems an OK idea and concept until
the next very obvious query comes popping into most healthy minds,
from here. Fine, so how does it all then interact together? Well as
the Jamaican lovely girl on my daughter's great OH-M-9 movie would
say so perfectly, ''Let's explore that'' somewhat farther,
Professor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
December 12, 2006
More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3) WOW did this cause me woes!!!!!!!!
This
is merely a harmony track, I am trying to make a video and post the
entire song, 'YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER',
MARK WAYNE MOHR, FULL COPYRIGHT AND OWNERSHIP OF SONG. Now at the
risk of getting crucified, pigeonholed, or persecuted, read on, my
wonderful great Morians. 'Been there, did that' via STM.
At
the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New
Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel,
Armageddon, roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily
discusses in various telephone conversations.
Station
Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was
given a CD called "The
Meaning of Life." The
back copy states that it was made from a cassette found on the side
of the road bearing the same title. He's really difficult to
listen to, for a couple of reasons- The recordings only capture
Mark's side of the conversation and they seem to have been recorded
either by a microphone placed somewhere in the room or possibly while
Mark was standing outside on a windy day. More importantly, he
is insane. Completely, violently insane.
Mark
claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David.
His family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of
the Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet.
And also that the 50 richest families in the world are trying
to do him in. Covertly, of course. Also against him
is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he means the disco Donna
Summer, or WFMU's own
Jason Forrest isn't clear.)
Here
then, are three selections from Mark's version of reality:
If
you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius
Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now,
if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go cover my windows with aluminum
foil.
As
Bob Chabot said in 1981,
is there any excuse 4U? Signed, Da'
Mountainpen, TEE-HEE-HEE!!!
If
anyone can find me PEE,
it is e-bay genius you. PLEASE!!!!!!!
YOU
NEED TO INVENT THE 74-WORLD PENETRATER DEVICE, SO PLEASE TRY
AND REMEMBER ALL OF THIS!!!
It
was 1979, Professor Kaku old pal, and I was living in a home my mom
and I purchased together in Mantua, New Jersey. This is where the
74-World-Penetrater device, was first under construction. It is why
my PEE went to the same named school as MI, and it is why my hands
were almost broken today. It is a byproduct of this device, called
HSE or Hyperspace Equation, sir. We can get more into this after my
fingers do not hurt so much.
I
will say this short little bit about it. There is a connectiveness or
an inter-relationship with all things post atomic size as well as
subatomic size. These realms can never equalize of course, but there
is an endless battle of yet unknown forces, attempting to merge these
two realms. This unknown energy has purple-plus intelligence or PPI,
as is termed and labeled in a coming century. Way more will be
explained later on, my friend, Professor Kaku!
THIS
IS
MORIANITY,
PART
EIGHT,
AND
PLEASE BELIEVERS AND L-4
FOLKS,
TRY AND HAVE YOURSELVES
A
VERY
VERY NICE
DAY.
YOU
ARE
NOW READING
THIS CHAPTER
6.
Folks,
do you really think there is one chance in five trillion
fucking hell-fires, that DAWN-MARIE
KING
was able to get herself released from that NEW
JERSEY REHAB CLINIC
in Seacaucus; with that beyond fucking Einstein perfect caper; that
voided out her need to complete a prison sentence, without help from
VERY
POWERFUL SCOTT RANSOM TYPE PEOPLE, © Office of Washington????????
Let
me clue you in on some stuff, my Blogaud. If you know the story,
fine, if not, read the blogs that tell all about it with some blog
archive work. You'll be more than just clued in, I am going to pop
off big time right now, kind wonderful ladies and
gentlemen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just give my dam fingers a few days to
feel better, or let me have access to Magnesonic and Journal Tape
number 1786, without any refrigerators from American Appliances Store
on the Black Horse Pike, in Runnemede, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!
AHA-AHA Mike!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ABOUT
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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.
WHEN
THE CAT IS AWAY, THE WOMO-MILITUFAWCES PLAY! ACTUALLY THESE MOTHER
FUCKERS PLAY ALL THE TIME, WHEN YOU REALLY SERIOUSLY PONDER ON IT,
GOOD PEEPS!
Now,
before these past two mother fucking super botbar days straight out
of the gates of hell,
folks; another weird bunch of shit is all going down around this very
day itself, and I'll address it right now on this very blog.
It
is my LUCK
TESTING SYSTEM,
and the scores of the past two BOTBAR DAYS, that are off the charts
and dials and graphs, but not in the way you all may be expecting me
to tell you, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have had four game-tests, the games on the first BOTBAR of 02/02/14,
were PLUS 47 and PLUS 20. The games on this second BOTBAR of
02/03/14, were PLUS 6 and PLUS 13. This has never ever happened
before, four straight luck tests that were all in positive range
numbers, for a four test total of positive
86,
the only worry being, yeah,
you guessed it, and not August 15th.
Then
along came, no not clues, not 657-BLUES, not Lightning; but a whopper
destruction cosmic ray aimed right at good old poor fragile mother
fucking pathetic me at the speed of light, CUBED in DADDY'S CUBA,
DAWN KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We
will save a lot of these road trips for the next half dozen blogs, I
never forget anything, no matter what these jerk off enemies ever do
to me and they know that they will have to kill me, Mizz
Bondi, Florida State Attorney General,
in order to shut me up. I will go on telling and telling, and McNulty
and the crew can go on laughing and laughing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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BLUES, no peeps, I don't ''know
most everything''.
I only know what I know, and the rest is a blank mystery.
Now what I do know about, is math and odds. Let me try and explain,
as this is the blog, and as the great Judge Judy on the court-TV show
says so well; the rest is filler. All the pwetty colors and all the
charts and diagrams and graphs and photos and all of it, just a lot
of filler shit to grab a little attention; so my blogs might just get
read someday by a few more people, only it ain't working, so I'll
have to figure out another way of operating soon. But that is for a
later time for me to be worried about. But let us look at what
happened in early July of 2008, because people; this is so major,
that of course no one will believe anything that I say; but I am
saying it anyway. So laugh all you want to at me world, and you too,
Mike McNulty, AHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
was living at the Jenny Plageman Mullica Mobile Manor Trailer Home
Park, just east of Hammonton, New Jersey, 22 miles west of Atlantic
City, New Jersey; and I was MOTHER FUCKING MISERABLE, but not as
miserable as I am living down here in hot ass fucking FLORIDA, USA,
GREAT © OFFICE, YO!!!!
I
had told Dawn-Marie King in a letter to her, while she was at the New
Jersey Rehabilitation Clinic for women, in Seacaucus, New Jersey; and
they had a men's division nearby, but naturally, did not mix them
together for quite obvious reasons; but I said I would think about
moving in with her and her mother, Ann King Silva, after she served
her time in the clinic, and got clean and dry from her horrendous
excessive alcohol abuse problem. This entire family has substance
abuse issues, gang issues, violence issues, incest issues; and if I
went on much more, you would learn about my death in here soon, after
not hearing from me online for a few weeks or months. There is no way
it won't break out into even the most controlled media, as I have
carefully done major things to ensure that I won't be cleverly
murdered, and die in obscurity; with this family getting away with my
cold blooded, and very ruthless murder.
Folks,
this is not neighbors, or government or even big wealthy business
persons, they are all just puppets. No one believes in the greatest
movie in the world, but it tried hard to tell a story, without
arising any suspicion that Hollywood is onto the ESS (Exploratronic
Supermind Society). It was called, ''THE BODY SNATCHERS''. This works
differently, but with similar overtones. There is a magic triangle
that makes the famous triangle around my area, and just southeast of
me towards Bermuda; look like kids in a fucking cunt eating sand box
playing some dumb dorky game. This triangle is, (dreaming,
hyperspace, exploratrons). We dream in parallel universes, you all
know this, you know you seem to be in the world of the waking, but
something is always different about it, something weird and parallel,
not familiar. Advanced entities have learned and mastered the fucking
art form of control sleeping in deep trances, already planning to
visit a parallel reality, and take over their double self in that
parallel universe, rather than do what normal dreamers just do all
the time when they say nighty night. They simply are the recessant
inside their doubles, and this is why many dreams have the effect of
''watching a movie'', we all have heard this or experienced it, or
both, an so do not bother telling me otherwise, pwetty pwetty
pweeeze.
Oh
Jesus Christ, does my FUCKING
HELL SUCK!
And
you have not been told a quarter of all the story, but I am here with
very injured fingers, so obviously, this was a cosmic major plan from
a much higher location of reality, to keep me from typing lots of
powerful dangerous mother fucking truths, get it yet, peeps?????
I
will come back tomorrow with detailed charts of all of these things,
MPB for the month, the year, the averages, and the entire story
straight from fiery fucking hell itself,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
RANDOMLY
SELECTED
REPRINT OF OLD SAFE JOURNAL 103.
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 103
KING
NEBNOOSHOO
WORLD
LABORATORIES OF 2295
SBT-DATFILE:
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BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
Huge
hack on the computer needs to be reported, in case you are reading
any of this, my ex-landlord, STEVE CARUSO, and other great men and
women of the HOOVER GANG. I LOVED YOUR OLD BOSS, they were not afraid
to take on this powerful ass
family!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You have my
utmost respect, Herbert. Someday when MCGUIRES HOTEL is torn down by
none other than MOTHER NATURE, just maybe, they will finally find the
remains of JIMMY.
YEAH,
I'LL RANDOMLY
SELECT
TO WIPE OUT FUCKING HUMANITY, IF THIS SHIT DOES NOT FUCKIGN CUNT BACK
THE HELL OF OF ME, DAM ASS FUCKING SOON, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
'traveler' went back to July and almost killed me today as a result,
causing me to come an inch away from permanently losing my social
security benefits, help me PATTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He also made my
SJ-CH-102 vanish into some other file, and then reappear back
normally again. Tell me Nicky, do you have so little to do with your
time that this makes you feel alive? What is going on on that street
right now, old multiplier of sevens, twelves, and
doppelgangers??????? Do I give you a cigar, or do I ask Gawky to
appear to you guys tonight and let you have a nice whiff of his?
Smoke on Jim Pratt, 'Emit Madeinhell', and, the rest of my good pals
in ROT-WEST. Gee, with McGuire and King and Callio in ROT-EAST, and
all of you in ROT-WEST, where does the twain meet, as the old
philosophers may ponder and query?
YOU
KNOW FOLKS, I AM GETTING SICK AND TIRED OF BEING INJURED, AND KILLED,
BY THESE MOTHER FUCKING JERK OFF EXPLORATRONS AND GODS THAT LAY
BEYOND THIS ORDINARY FUCKING REALITY, BUT CHOOSE TO COME HERE AND
FUCK WITH THE REST OF US POOR WEAK
BASTARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Go screw your fucking 'ODF
hack', you prick eating shit bastards from the gates of hot ass
fucking hell. I caught it and fixed it, but I want this on the
record. Many times The blog sites are hacked, and even though my word
document is spelling shit right and posting it right, the fucking
black hat cracker hackers still fuck with my shit and fuck it all the
fucking shit up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If
this siege does not back off in February, and the same mother fucking
MPB persists against me unrelentingly as a mother fucker squared, I
promise the world that something so horrible will happen that I am
too smart to blog it, but when it happens, you will say, ''Jesus
Fucking christ Almighty, he said it would, the little fucking
bastard''!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
shit done to me by these ASTRAL GODS and their physical bodies that
they work through, is all done
in the
darkest corners of HELL!!!
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IF
I AM THE ONLY PERSON ALIVE SEEING UNMISTAKABLE PATTERNS IN ALL OF
THIS, THEN MAY I BURN UP IN MOTHER FUCKIGN HOT ASS HELL FOREVER AN
DFOREVER. Just where are all the goddess dam TRUTH
PATRIOTS, AKA Conspiracy Theorists???????? Christ Almighty
YO!!!!!!!!!!
Folks,
when that nightmare agony from that 'fixed' cart, struck my hands and
injured me yesterday the fucking cunt lapping third of February;
coming from somewhere that I could not visually see, but it was
there, the second that it happened, and I angrily kicked the cart
hard with my foot, putting a nice whittle fucking dent in the dam ass
side, instantly, a bunch of jeering and clapping and mocking came
from somewhere. It may have been one of the apartments in this
building on the eastern side facing where they would be able to see
the event more clearly, and where I do know that many of my building
enemies reside on the opposite side, as I am on the far western end
of the building facing north, the total opposite; but it could have
come from anywhere. But it was fucking there, and JUST AS IN THE
NIGHTMARE WITH MY DAM ASS DAUGHTER, AND LIVING IN MOORESTOWN; AND
YES; MATCHING THE COPYRIGHT EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, REGISTRATION
YEARS; the
very same jeering and poking fun at me,
was happening. So this is why the dude that looked like the mother
fucking incredible hulk back in late 1979 at the RPL Recording
Studio, told me I am haunted. I seem to pick shit up, but not in the
same world, and this is complicated, and called HYPERSPACE-EQUATION,
10 years from fucking now. Now, I am just laughed at and shit the
fuck on by the whole dam ass world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
None
of you out there in LUCKY-CYBERLAND would survive one month or most
likely, even one week; in my mother fucking ass moccasins. SOME WOULD
PERISH IN A DAY OR AN HOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DON'T
GET ME GOING, MISS ECKERT PHARMACY EMPLOYEE OF A DOZEN JULY'S BACK IN
CUNT LAPPING TIME,
YO YO YO YO YO!
OH
SHIT.
- I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO, BABY BLOND, AND I NEED YOUR CODES TO SHOW, PRECIOUS GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
Mister Tesla, we both know about 657 and 123, and maybe 27, don't we;
yeah you tell us Diana, 'YOU KNOW'.
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YESTERDAY----------------000,065
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LAST 30 DAYS------------002,163
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ALL TIME HISTORY----040,181
HAY
GAGA KITTY, I HAVE TWO MORE QUESTIONS FOR YOU: BEFORE I GO HERE, IT
IS JUST COMING UP ON HALF PAST FUCKING 5 IN TH EMORNING, AND MY DIRT
BAG NABES ARE LOUD OUT IN THE HALLWAY, MISS MARRATO, RESIDENT
MANAGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SCUM BAG FUCKING PIGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO
WHY DID I FALL UNDER THAT HORIFFIC AND SUDDEN DEATH SIEGE BACK ON
SUNDAY FUCKING NIGHT GAWKY, WITH NABES AND AIR SHIT REAL BAD?
MEOW-MEOW-MOUNTAINPEN,
PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER 176, AND THIS WOULD INCLUDE ITEMS IN MY
MATCH-BOOK LIST SUCH AS THESE, GOOD FOLKS:
OHIO
AVENUE, DISCO MUSIC, HUNTINGTON, ROBERT LEVY, EXPLORATRON TRAVELER,
GEORGE BUSH, ROGER CAREY, FORT PIERCE, ICE MACHINE, FLIRTATION, SUSAN
BOYLE, THAT FAMILY, PAULA UWICH, CREEPING UP, JIMMY LEEDS, P, NO
FEELINGS, SHE LIKES ME, TWO THOUSAND THIRTEEN.
SO
WHY DID I FALL UNDER THAT FUCKING WICKED HUGE BOTBAR ATTACK, ON THE
PREVIOUS WEEK BEFORE THE GROUND HOG GARBAGE DAY WEEKEND?
MEOW-MEOW-MOUNTAINPEN,
PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER 891, AND THIS WOULD INCLUDE ITEMS IN MY
MATCH-BOOK LIST SUCH AS THESE, GOOD FOLKS:
NEW
SHOES, TALL ABSEACON DAIRY QUEEN KATE, BAD GIRLS, GETS AN
OPPORTUNITY, POSITION, ATCO CHOKING ATTACK.
YES
THIS WAS MOST DEFINITELY AN EXTREMELY WEIRD DAY, ONE OF THOSE
MOUNTAINPEN WEIRD DAYS OR MWD, AND THIS MEANS, WEIRD FOR ME, AND THAT
AS BILLY AND SALLY KNOW FULLY WELL BACK IN FUCKING JERSEY, IS SAYIN'
SOMETHING, YO YO YO YO!
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SHAME
ON YOU SHIRLEY CANTDANCE, AND 5:44 AM DOOR SLAMMERS AND HALL
SHOUTERS, YOU WERE RAISED BY TOTAL PIG FUCKING MOTHERS, THAT'S FOR
SURE, AND THE DAM SHERIFF IS A CALL AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
can always say it like 'thissssss', Miss 1983 Susan Lucci, Erica
Snakes: ''Terry Jackson and his (Seasons in the Sun'' song from
January of 1974, 40 years ago, five minutes to me actually; put it so
perfectly, folks. He said, ''Good-Bye Mashell, it's hard to die''.
Well, it sure is, I can only speak for myself here, Terry old pal.
And it seems, we all had to say GOOD-BYE to the great SOAP-CHANNEL a
while ago. Comcast informed me the other day that everybody fucking
lost this great channel. We all pay more and more and more, for less
and less and less. I would sell my fucking soul to the “Nikvil”
to see this on billboards. Hay, I'll settle for Save A Lot walls,
only no soul exchanges for that free service!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just
wait mother fuckers, MAGGIE will kick in and destroy a third of this
planet in a weeks time, if this shit does not fucking cunt eating
stop!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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