There
are some things that need to be said. If things were different, it
all would just be said at once, all the really important things. But
I learned long ago, doing this is more dangerous to the health and
well being, at least for me, than smoking, texting and driving, and
cheating on my taxes and bragging about it on Facebook, all put
together!
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OF 5:09 PM-EST, 8 JANUARY, 2014, STATS ON BLOG:
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2, 2014,
SUNDAY
MORNING AT 3:02
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 58 DEGREES FNHT.
We
have had a nice cool snap for a few days and I love the lows at
night, down into the high fifties, and only up to afternoon highs of
low seventies. I am not complaining for a moment about the weather.
Many around here love only boiling heat, why, I will never live long
enough, thank the gods, to ever grasp one bit. Still, within a few
days, it will be right back to low eighties in the afternoons, and it
is always hotter down in Palm Beach, and Miami, HA HA; oh yeah, they
love it. I keep forgetting people around here are nuts.
If
I had been allowed to keep living my life in this totally NON-FREE
HYPOCRITICAL FUCKING COUNTRY, back when I lived up in Jenny
Plageman's trailer park just east of Hammonton, New Jersey, in
Mullica; I would have a lot more than just one or two or three TAPES.
I would have about 25,700. Not all would be major, but I did indeed
have lots of gold in my attic, and never was aware of it, all along,
CUZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Between
the shit they did to me in the casinos and the shit they were
stealing, they were robbing me blind and laughing at me and
mocking me, and what did I ever mother fucking do to any of
these mobbed up Sinatra fucking jerk off PIGS
was
my eternal question. This is a question that to this very day
of 8 January, 2014, I REMAIN WITHOUT AN ANSWER, the closest one
ever given to me I got somewhat illegally by bugging my own
mother fucking car in the winter of 1988, and got my realtor to
repeat a story that he had told to me on an earlier occasion,
and you all know what he told me, it has been blogged over and
over and if I hear or see it again, I’ll
fucking ass CROSS OVER ACADEMY ROAD AND ONTO GRANT GODDESS DAM
1984 AVENUE, WITH A MILLION SORE THROATS
and
getting down to ten, or we were but ten, or whatever, great
Washington, DC Copyright
Examiners!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HOLY
MOTHER OF FUCKING GODDESS. THIS IS AS SERIOUS AS A DEAD JACKSON, A
FAKE BLOG IDEA, and all transdimensional potential in the hands of an
angry man who's been royally mother fucking screwed, by all sorts of
cosmic robotic vampires and book-keepers.
So
indeed, folks, just what is my problem, or better asked perhaps,
WHAT'S
UP DOC? SILWEE WABBIT ME,
how can I know if they won't show, they could you know, and then I'd
know, and then I'd flow, and hell, I am not even an electron, so why
do I need to be flowing or blowing, or meditating at National Parks
so much, future Congressman pal of mine, Bob, from Haddon Heights on
Oak Street, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE????????
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WE
STOPPED THIS FUCKING SHIT A WHILE AGO, JUST AS WE DID BEFORE, IN
1997, AND I DO NOT EVER PLAN ON GOPING BACK TO IT ADA RON WIRTZ
SENIOR. LIKE CARLISLE ROAD TRIPS INTO PENNSYLVANIA, IT JUST MAKES
SHIT A LOT FUCKING CUNT WORSE, MY FRIEND, AND COPY NOT WOMO, JUST MO,
AND PUT ONE UP ON THE INTERNET, LIKE BACK IN THE NINETIES, YEAH, I
NEVER FORGET FUCKING SHIT, PEOPLE, AND I NEVER FUCKING CUNT WILL, SO
GAG THE SHIT ON THAT, SHIRLEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
people of cyberspace, if they had let me go on living my little
fucking life, not bothering any of ''THEM'',
I would have more than the little bit of fucking shit that Avalon
BonJovi thinks I had when I came in there with my whittle bag, before
the Wayne Rigsby nightmares, andf the transdimensional effects that
followed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DID
SOMEBODY JUST SAY SOMETHING, DANIEL MACKEY, OLD TEACHER-PAL OF
1972???????????????? WAS IT,
***W---O---W***????????
SO
WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, JAMES
WALMART REDFIELD,
YO YO YO YO?
I
told about my
dealings with the metals market as a young man in his middle
twenties,
trading commodities at Clayton Brokerage with broker
Dennis Caldwell,
and yes, Clayton, as with my
mother's nutty sister Barbara the opera singer, her husband and my
wild kooky-bird Uncle Clayton, mentioned early into my blogging
career sometime in 2006 and or 2007.
I told about the wild ''lab technician''. I told all about how I
tried to 'off my entertainment world enemies', from a bathtub
in a rental home in Atco, New Jersey; and it all ties perfectly
together, that is for those who understand a tad bit about my
personal life, that is totally all real and true, and crazy as all
hell at the same time. Crazy, in that no one else on this planet has
gone through anything like this, and I know it, as you would have to
be a blithering fucking moron, NOT TO KNOW IT, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!! I
told how I found a mountain of tossed electronic equipment, including
tons of wires and connection plugs, and bought mind bending recording
equipment fro a dime on the dollar from a studio where I was working,
and how three huge things all took place in 1983 that most likely led
up to my observing a power drain on my telephone, and the presence of
tapping and interference, not that this was new, since my father was
also the topic of ongoing investigations on federal levels here in
the United States, for things that in all honesty, I have no clue as
to the details about, only that such shit did exist back in the
sixties when I was too young, and he was not around the New Jersey
area, but down south, as I am now! NOW
HERE'S WHAT I DIDN'T FUCKING TELL.
Please be sitting down or laying down. If standing up, you're doing
it against the advice of this blogger!!!!!!!!!!!
OK,
first, you know this entire thing is just SCYLLA'S GREAT VIDEOGAME.
You fucking have to get the movie called LAWNMOWER MAN 2, and view it
very open-mindedly, in light of all of the new, as well as projected
soon to arrive, computer technology; especially when you see kids
''jacking into the game'', subways and all!!!!
The
problem with HOLLYWOOD
exaggerating reality,
is that we all
begin to lose reality;
each of us in our own unique, and varying ways; but this is a fact,
nonetheless, my good peeps out here, including all child
genius types such as Doogie Howser.
Google it if you are too young to do anything other than read that
name and scratch your silly head half off. Now I do not have enough
in-tel on the TAWF, despite being 100% ''serious non
permission-barrier-exim-ratio'' correct when I say that this began
for me in the nineteen sixties, and
one year later after my experience that a hit song came to soon after
reflect, ''Under The Boardwalk'';
a child molesting mother fucker who answered my
situations-wanted-advertisement, in the spring of 1970 ''Press of
Atlantic City'' newspaper; Mister Thomas J. Reale of Ventnor and
Somers Point, two town areas near Atlantic City, in New Jersey;
USAESMWG; was almost insanely
angry with me for daring to step off of a jitney-bus on July 5, 1970,
after viewing the FIRE-WORKS-SHOW,
just displayed on the beaches near the Hammond Family owned then,
Steel Pier; as if he knew the entire story. He
must have,
as I came
to learn that his girlfriend
that was so taken by my, as she referred to it as, ''gorgeous hair'',
Mizz Victoria Callio; had told him a lot of FAMILY SECRETS, BEGINNING
WITH SANDRA MASON, MY FIRSGT CUZZ AND DAUGHTER OF GERALDINE SNOW
MASON, THE GOOD FRIEND OF THE SHAH OF IRAN. HE HAD BEEN TO HER HOME
at 1208 Greentree Lane, in Narberth, Pennsylvania. None of this is
made up folks, NOT
ONE FUCKING CUNT WORD OF THIS SHIT FOR 8 YEARS PLUS OF THESE
MORIANITY
BLOGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
just how long was it going to take, after my two copyrighted musical
projects, in this millennium, that I sent to Washington, DC; if none
of these things had ever happened, and I'd never met Chris Bennett
who told me about BLOGGING ON THE INTERNET, as a possible way of
getting my powerful mother fucking story out to the world, and to
maybe somehow get some cunt eating justice some day for all that has
been done to me that is on par with anything done by Adolf Hitler.
Not all pain in this fucking cock sucking world, IS PHYSICAL. Mental
anguish is recognized under the laws of this land as well, good
people, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
now 2008 would come in, and I would never know a man named Edward
'Himacane' Lynch, Ann King, and the rest of them. I
still however, would have known McGuire, Levy, Callio, and other more
distant KING BRANCHES.
Would this have been enough to get the township
inspector, and my trailer park landlady;
to team up against me, or double
team me
as the expression goes? Even if they had, I had plenty of available
credit, and could
have moved to another mobile home park,
and not lost
my stuff.
LOSING MY TAPES and other stuff, seems to be what this entire thing
was about. It transdimensionally entered into shit with things in
dreaming experiences that I have called on blogs, the FIRE-DREAM, and
the MONSTER ASS RECORDINGS quote, and on and on and on I could go. I
know you know my shit is all real, TONY BONJOVI, I KNOW!!!!
FANTASTIC
MOTHER FUCKING TIME FOR JANE WHORE COCK LICKING FONDA TO CLOCK ME,
WITH HER FUCKIGN CLOCK ASS ONES ATTACK, WITH A PAGE-ELEVEN-OF-ELEVEN
DAM SHIT ASS FUCKING ASSAULT, A---G---A---I---N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let me fucking compensate, good folks, and bad folks, you all know
which you may be!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Whoever
is responsible for putting a fucking cataract in my left eye, is dead
fucking meat. MAGNESONIC, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, DO IT.
WOW,
and this is just scratching a surface as large as the North fucking
Pole, a tenth of an inch on ice that is miles thick, my good peeps
out here, and bad ones as well!!!!!!! Holy mother of fucking
goddess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
told why I was angry as piss and all get out cubed, at the EW in
1983; and they went right on stealing and teasing, and messing with
me; year after year; and I came to learn only well into this
twenty-first fucking century, that
there is a power structure in this NEW WEIRD ODOR,
that many call the NEW WORLD ORDER, same pukey shit to me, as vomit
equals vomit; but I learned that all of the powerful industries are
one
super giant demonic evil peta capitalopolous,
if I may invent this term, and even if I may not, there it is; and so
I was fighting one huge EVIL EMPIRE, the casinos, the entertainment
peeps and music world, those covering up the power behind what and
why the paranormal shit is indeed all what exactly it is, and the
list goes on and on, believe me. This power I think has given me
this eye problem, and
it CAME RIGHT OUT OF THE BLUE LESS THAN TEN DAYS AGO,
BANG, and I know this was done by BLUEBOOK
SCUM BRIGGBASE CULTISTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Much
that I want to really tell right now, out of pure fucking cunt anger;
is totally fucking
UNBLOGGABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED READING JOURNAL CASSETTE TAPE NUMBER 25,726,
AND
PLEASE BELIEVERS
AND L-4
FOLKS,
TRY
AND
HAVE
YOURSELVES
A
VERY
VERY
NICE
DAY.
BLOGS OF THE MOUNTAINPEN, AHA-AHA MIKE MCNULTY!
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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.
SHARKEY
SAYS, THAT HE WILL ALWAYS BE,
I
REALLY AM SORRY ABOUT POUNDING SO HARD ON YOUR FLOOR, RICHARD BARF
KARPF, BUT IT MADE A GREAT DRUM SOUND, AND I WANTED TO USE IT ON ALL
REAL GOOD GIRLS, AND SONGS, AND SO, I DID!!!
THE
GREATEST FISH IN THE WHOLE DAM BAY, WHO ELSE?
TIME
TRAVELER WRESTLER JESSE KNOWS THIS!
HE
KNEW IT IN 1965 AND IN 1986, HUH SAL?
Now
if you wish to view my true likeness, you need to cut and paste from
blogger dot com where I appear, onto your own office or word document
system, and then click onto my photo below, and then when a small
colored symbol prompt pops up, these will be the 6 adjustments you
need to make, in order to restore my true likeness. From top to
bottom, 1-6, adjust as follows, then click off and the photo will
change: 1---(+11%), 2---(+3%),
3---(-10%), 4---(-18%), 5---(12%), 6---(1.20). Follow
these (+), (-), and number settings. If you make the photo wider, I
will appear to be fatter, and if you make the photo longer and more
rectangular, I will appear to be thinner, than my true appearance. It
is set for exactly the way it should have come out originally, but
because as usual, I did not get my money's worth; it did not. This is
why we all look much fatter on the television. For reasons that elude
me, they do not properly compensate the video reproduction of their
transmissions. Of course, how many of you are as tired as me of the
cable and maybe all network broadcasting, where the video and the
audio for ten or more years are about 2 seconds out of proper
synchronization. I sometimes force myself not to look at the mouths
of those speaking, but try it, you will see, I don't imagine stuff,
nor make stuff up. I really don't have the time.
http://www.drunkenhive.blogspot.com/
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MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2014, BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN.
DEEDEE,
PROTECT ME, YOU KNOW MY SARAH-CROWS HAVE ALL TOTALLY ABANDONED ME
BECAUSE OF MY SAYING CROW IN A DISRESECTFUL MANNER. SSJKK WILL NOT BE
MOCKED, MACKEY NEW-KEY, BITE GLANDS SHIRLEY TAYLOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wo
Billy Harner!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AH-AHA
MIKE MC1971NULTY!
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''When
I climbed out of the bed, even worse cunt chewing agonizing
nightmares continued on for me''.
THAT
IS BECAUSE I CANNOT EVER REALLY GET THAT LIGHT TO GO FOR ME BACK WHEN
I THOUGHT IT WAS 1974, IN OAKLYN, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG. SO I FINALLY
MADE IT GO ON OR SEEM TO. REALLY, I AM STILL TRYING TIO WAKE UP IN
1974, NEVER ABLE TO OF COURSE, MISTER 'MACKEY' SIR, is a big ass fat
WOW in order here, YO?
{{{(((O---U---C---H)))}}}
YO
ROSEANN GRANTGLANDS!!!!!!!!!!!
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WHERE
ARE YOU DIANA ZUUDLOCRONESSIA ARTEEMIS WHEN YOUR LITTLE FREAKING BOY
NEEDS YOU SO MUCH, AWESOME GIRL??????????????
WHEN
THE CAT'S AWAY, ….....
ISIS-JUPITER
NEEDS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE!!!
Any
more moon Caddy's for me MORONI?
Me
from 1985, ''I'm Criana for Diana, oh precious sweet Diana, you have
gone away, no matter what I do you will not stay. I try so hard every
night and every day, but no matter what I do you went away''. Come
back to me LIGHTNING!!!!!
©
THESE LYRICS ARE COPYRIGHT, ME, IN EARLY 1985.
THIS
WEATHER MAP BELOW, IS COURTESY OF THE WEATHER BUG SYSTEM, AND LOCAL
TV-12 OF FLORIDA'S GREAT PALM BEACHES.
Note:
The image above may not reflect the current alert state for your
county due to a several minute delay between the issuance of the
alert and the map processing.
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I
said there was a final message, and you can bet your bottom mother
fucking dollar that there is, ladies and gentlemen, and I don't have
to off my best friend out of jealousy, or upset Fran and Burn in
Oaklyn or any Newton Creek residents with any of my fire-boats, to
begin telling it, wonderful and non-wonderful folks alike. Seabottom,
this is for you more than the others, but this is a message for all
of you, out there, in that magic world called cyberspace. Don't cum
in your underwear now Harry Potter, save it for that lovely young
brown haired girlfriend of yours over at the Pig-Speckle School. She
would sure put me in fucking jail!!!!!!!!!!
FLORIDA
ATTORNEY GENERAL, THE GREAT AND LOVELY, MIZZ PAM BONDI.
UP---UP---UP---UP---UP.
NO,
NOT THE SKY, OR THE SKYPE; BUT THE ICPE-DJIA!!!!!
Forever
and forever and forever and forever and forever and forever.
Thursday,
October 25, 2007
is
like any other day in the annals of fucking time in this creation,
just another date, and for me, another LIFE-RAPE. ONE OF MANY, and
then, I had many regular rapes as well, as an adolescent. Keep
messing with me and my health and my property, MICK-GWIRE and others,
and a HUGE
GIGANTIC FUCKING-DEATH
is
awaiting you, mother fucking prick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You are
PURE FUCKING EVIL, YOU ROTTEN SCUM BAG. You
SENT
ME A MIND HACK, and a MACHINE HACK,
AND
I WILL PERSONALLY MOTHER FUCKING CUT YOUR
IRISH
THROAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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