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THE
ENTIRE STORY OF WHAT HAPPENED TO ME EARLY IN 2011 WITH MY WHAT ELSE,
'GOOGLE MAPS', WHILE TRYING TO GET DRIVING
DIRECTIONS SOMEWHERE LOCAL TO ME HERE IN FLORIDA ONE DAY,
FROM UP IN THE HOOD OF 26TH AND AVENUE
E; AND IT SHOWD ME LIVING ON 36TH AVENUE IN SHERIFF MONKS'S GREAT
AND AWESOME COUNTY, OUT IN CALI, HUH JASON FREAKING FORREST, YO.
GIVE MY TIN FOIL HAT A REST, BRO, AND TELL AQUARIUS RECORDS THAT
THEY CAN KISS MY FAT FUCKING ASS. THERE IS NO FIGHTING MY ALL MIGHTY
WONDERFUL AWESOME SUPER DAUGHTER, SHE WILL END UP KILLING ME
SOMEDAY. Access Nation, Magic Lantern, Law and Order, is this the
newest and wildest devil's triangle, beyond dreams-hyperspace, and
exploratrons? SHEEEEEEEEIT Dawn.
MY
NABES FROM HELL ARE HORRENDOUS AND MONSTROUS, WITH NON ENDING
SHOUTING AND DOOR ACTIVITY. NOTHING SECRET ABOUT ANY OF THIS, AND IS
ALL OUT IN TH EOPEN ALONG WITH HUGH BEAUMONT AND JERRY MATHERS, AND
THAT FAMOUS BUSTED AND REPAIRED AUTOMOBILE WINDOW, ON THE FABULOUS
FIFTIES FAMILY TELEVISION SHOW CALLED, “LEAVE IT TO NON-LIGHTBULB
MICROSUCKS HACKERSCUM BEAVER”!!!
I
am getting my doctor's note, and moving to the other building,
further north up on Seventh Street. I made my decision. Then before
the Nark-Squad can get a chance to covertly legally commit homicide
on me, using my 1983 mysterious choking condition against me; it is
off to TJ, MAYHECO!!!
Diana
came to me right after I started waking up into this parallel
universe where my body was laying in my bed. She struck real near me
and made me feel wonderful. I can breathe better and my heart is on
a nice even slower rhythm than before, as recently, the MILITUFORCE
struck me with more of their assault covert death destruct beams,
radio and microwave beams and rays that are CIA designed, and were 4
decades ago, to invisibly give enemies of their evil empire cult,
heart attacks, strokes, blown out bowels, and a lot more, and I as
well as others, at one point in time, had many multiple living
witnesses to all of this being real, stupid ass ignorant
press-media!
Well
people, as soon as LIGHTNING came over to visit me, MY NABES OUT OF
THE BLUE ASSALTED ME WITH NOISE AGAIN. I WILL SEE YOU LATE MONDAY
MORNING IN YOUR OFFICE, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR, IF THAT IS OK WITH
YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAA!
Now
I will do a little paste in of standard blog material, and then, it
is time to move along a bit more, for major revenge against what my
enemies are doing to me 24-7-365.2422, discussing the great game of
the great goddess, and MY lovely unfathomable daughter MY!
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This
freaking compensates for your dirt bag attack on me today Jane, at
one-eleven, you horrible nasty witch slapper!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY
WEATHER-BUG PROGRAM WAS NOT HACKED OUT , so I will be able to give
you direct weather information, AHA!
JOURNAL
CASSETTE TAPE NUMBER 25,805
MAY
3, 2014, OVER 100 STRAIGHT
SUPER BOTBAR DAYS.
SATURDAY
DISASTERNOON AT 3:00,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 68 DEGREES FNHT.
BEAUTIFUL
COOL HURRICANE WEATHER!!!!!
And
yes, I screwed up and did a typo, the last blog was not done early
Friday morning, but Saturday, sahwee good folks and wabbits,
Whaaaaa!
I
also screwed up the Journal Tape number recently, you all know that,
but you know which is which, and the order is restored with a simple
mental observation. My 'MIND-HACK/TYPO', is
not me most of the time, not really but my evil trashy
enemies, using a powerful covert tool against the human brain, known
in the future of many sideband local parallel areas of hyperspace,
as the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, standing for influence and domination over
(PAWM), People-Animals-Weather-Machines. (ETTOS), Electromagnetic
Thought Transmission and Omission System.
YA'
MISSED ME JANE SLEAZY WITCH MONSTER SLAPPING DEMON
SUCKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FEDERAL
COMMUNICTIONS COMMISSION DIRECTOR
BOB
MCDOWELL, THE HACKING IS BEGINNING TO GET REAL MOTHER WEFFING BAD,
YO YO YO YO!
''SSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO'',
MISTER ARTHUR CRANE, I hope you went from tire shooting to lasers,
higher teck, old anti-NASSER, but watch out; peeps are going to priz
left and right for this; YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you
are ever in Fort Pierced, look me the hell up old pal. I could not
go anywhere with you that day at the re-licensing SORA TEST day in
Voorhees in 2009, as I was under a STOCKHOLM SYNDROME KIDNAPPING,
and had to get back for WARDEN CHECK with my daut's super nasty
cuzz, Mizz Dawn-Marie King, the Latengrate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes FCC
MC DOWELL PAL, here we fudging
go again, another freaking ass (`~ HACK) BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Or just 'PISS'; huh MICROSUCKS
JERK OFFS
WITH YOUR SILLY STUPID ASS HACKING
AND LIGHTBULBS,
YA' DIRTY BAG FAGOTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah,
if you're ever down here old buddy, look me up here at 601 Avenue B,
the tall seven story building at Avenue B and Seventh Street, you
cannot miss it around here, and the lobby guards will show you up to
my apartment shit hole, WHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If
you ever come MIDDIE, you will need that really cool old lady
disguise that you were wearing over at my cuzz's hotel that day, the
place I tried to drive to in a year that you know quite well, as
does Mister buttwipe Orwell; only I ended up with an exploratron and
a car that was covertly ruined, putting my mother and myself through
pure unadulterated mother effing hellfire. But then folks,
SOSO-WEIN, or spelled out, “SAME OLD SAME OLD, WHAT ELSE IS NEW”?
OH
SHIT, let me tell you what HAAAAA'PENED, Derrijo Exxon, YO, off
of Grant Avenue, in the great northeast Philadelphia, Pennsylvania,
back in the year of 1984. You
said it all Cousin Don, years ago in the eighties, BRRRRRRR.
“Whoever is running the show, can splice it around any way they
want to”; but you did not
know how it was done,
via exploratronics and SPACE-TIME-MIND (STM), or by who, the
great Lordess Stacey Jehovah Isis Krassle.
If
I can move my blogs all around, what can SHE DO, LENNY MCKINNON 601
Avenue Radio???????????????? Somebody is pissed off at this blog,
FCC BOB MCDOWELL old school chum from 1972; getting some nasty
hacking, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LATE
THURSDAY EVENING BACK ON THE BUNT TAPPING FIRST MAYDAY MAYDAY
MAYDAY; and if you notice, the freaking dirt bag WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES
OF SIR HALL, always attack on DOCTOR DAYS, more than usual, if
that's frikkin' believable, BRO; but this is WHEN MY NABES FROM
FREAKING TOTAL HELL BEGAN AGAIN SUPER BAD. ALL DAY FRIDAY AND
THURSDAY EVENING, YELLING AND DOORS, YELLING AND DOORS, THIS IS NOT
A LEASED RESIDENT, that much I freaking know, it is some leased
resident's G—U—E—S—T!!!!!!!
The actual entity inside this emmereffing rotten person is and will
remain unknown, both to me, and to the person being occupied and
indwelt. Long ago, this was taken seriously by all folks, only it
was thought of as DEMONIC POSSESSION.
Hay, close enough, just as the UFO situation, and all unexplained
mysteries, the world freaking over, BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! You
should all by now, see this as one thing and only one thing,
EXPLORATRONICS!
This
is every
mother effing bit as dangerous
as seeing it in the old world view; and don't make the mistake, for
one rotten lousy microsecond, that it isn't,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
I have lots of effing rock chucking Trojan horses inside this
machine, Bob McDowell, Chairman of the Federal Communications
Commission!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I promise you that.
Guess
The Name Of The Guests. What a wild game, and what a wild beyond
white hot super goddess, who invited me on Pearl Harbor Day of 1996,
to play this game of hers, with her, forget about the potato chips,
Tracey Richards. This machine is super acting up, Bob, old pal, darn
it to heck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am trying hard not to frikkin'
curse, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
don't need a law degree to know that I am the wealthiest potential
human being on this planet. This is totally meaningless of course,
still, if I could ever prove all the stuff that has been done to me
illegally by this EVIL REAGAN EMPIRE; that ''dream'' of late 1970 or
early 1980, that was told about in my early blogs in OHM-6 or OHM-7,
where the US Treasury handed me a check for the entire country.
Don't laugh, it exists in the potential ether's, and more than that,
it is rightfully mine after all they have done to me, dwarfing a gas
tank explosion where some buttwipe got 5 BILL in a lawsuit. This
would be worth trillions, what these diseased wicked monster GUESTS
have put me through my entire frikkin' butt-wiping pathetic life, YO
YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There's the frikkin' darn rotten (`~
HACK) Bob McDowell, YO. Hand over that several trillion, you rat
maggot stink bags, hay, it happened in a parallel universe, and all
that lays between all of the localized ones, is the equivalent of
someone cutting and pasting and editing the finite units of both
universes, and eventually making that event fall into here, from
over there, and we all know by now, that I TOLD BEFORE MIDDLE APRIL
ROLLED AROUND, TO REMEMBER THE LATE APRIL TWISTER OUTBREAK OF TWENTY
OHMALEVEN, Misses Know-It-All-Lotteries-Schoolplays Marola!!!!!!!!!!
So what is causing all the recent rash of Durham Atco Bus Incidents,
other than HSE (hyperspace equation)????????????????????????? Cut
me a break, ring ring ring PRIVECODE SKELATINS of
1983-1994!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TTTTTTTommmmmey
BBBBBBoy, they knew this years before I had begun to do a Karen
Carpenter Job on any of this crap, huh mister GLENN? WOW, another
emmereffing (`~ HACK) FCC BOB old friend, they have no fear of you
or me or anything, as they are GODS AKA TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON dirt-bag
persecutors; worse than anything freggin' Adolf
Hitler EVER EVER EVER PULLED OFF, MY LOVELY INGRID,
HAY GIRL LETICIA TILLEY!!!!!!!!!
No
Billy Harner old pal from 2000, with or without HAIR in any
direction of time; you may have been the last man on the STEEL PIER,
but just who was the last girl on it, or should I say girls? In any
event, tell Fartley Hartley he cut a great car deal for PP, thanx
for nottin' for the lousy ass deal he cut me, even you said, “I
can't believe he sold you that piece of junk”, I can quote a lot
of rock stars, and used to have tons of them on cassette tapes,
personal conversations, oh I forgot, taping on phones is illegal,
Mister McKinnon, WEEEEEEEE!!!
Now
try and fudge me up Jane Sleazeweeds, as I am going to do a lot of
filler lines now and should end up on my 'page twelve open office
system', WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like DUH.
NASTY
RATIAL SLURS; BUT BOYS WILL BE BOYS IN THOSE DAYS. TODAY BULLYS GO
TO JAIL IF THEY DID HALF OF WHAT WE SIXTIES KIDS USED TO PULL OFF;
HUH ABBIE CARMICAHEL, MY LOVELY DOLL??????? AHA-AHA-AHA MMCN!!!!
WOW,
that was some wild dual trance experience yesterday, Friday. I
dream-transferred, SHE said to me. Well, SHE sure as heck did
something, and the gods know I'll always reverence and love HER, and
be scared you know what-less of HER.
I
decided to go into a powerful deep trance, and went back into time
to the day that I was speaking to the lab-tech at the throat
specialist's office, off of Grant Avenue, in the great northeast
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, in 1984, and relive as well as slightly
alter the experience. As I speak, my asshole nabes are shouting away
out in the hallway,living here is more fun than a barrel of cunt
chewing monkeys, all high on crack fucking cunt cocaine.
SOONER
OR LATER, MAGGIE IS GOING TO FUCKING KICK SOME REAL FUCKING SERIOUS
ASS, AND MY ENEMIES KNOW IT IS ALL JUST A MATTER OF DICK LICKING ASS
TIME BEFORE THE ACTUAL EVENT FALLS INTO THE CONSCIOUS ILLUSION OF
WAKING-WORLD-HUMANITY!!!!!!!!
OH
SHIT, let me tell you what HAAAAA'PENED, Derrijo Exxon,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Have a roll of toilet fucking
paper nice and handy, or get ready to use leaves and visit Roseann's
woods, as poor David Roth had to do that late dark night in 1989
after the strobe-light assault on us from a red sports car at t he
nearby Westmont High Speed Line train station where we were parked,
and talking about our so many horrific fucking woes!!!!
MY
ASSHOLE NABES WERE YELLING AND SLAMMING AS I WAS FINISHING UP
TELLING THE Q&A OF THESE TWO QUESTIONS.
BUT
THEN FOLKS, when aren't these dirt bag GUESSED
GUESTS ACTING VULGER, CRUDE, UNCOUTH, NASTY, AND
SELFISH? This has gone on now since the ending of mother fucking
twat tonguing March now, and is not going to stop without fucking
evictions, and these dirt bags have KENEFRIENDS IN EXTREMELY HIGH
PLACES and I know you all know this, so I will not baby or wet nurse
you with any of that bullshit, at C-SQ!!!!
LIGHTNING
LOCATION: YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY
BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Oh
heaven and golly gash 1988 Epitome of Harassment tapes to the ©
Office, you seriously don't think I saw this entire thing in one big
bright flash back then, COUSIN DIRTBAGS??????????????? Go drown on
your dam PRINCESS, you evil shhhhhh, no you are not worth my cursing
when I promised to take it darn easy, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here
I am minding my own business, all my life, not
bothering a rotten single ass soul, and the entire
time I persist here on planet Earth; this
shit goes on. Well, only an organized SOCIETY
of travelers such as these dream-movers, or T3E could pull this off
with such clarity, perfection, and yes, the new age no-no word,
TENACITY!!!!!!!!!
llkfjeuerrytytuewjcnnvfjr746436352356hd*$xdhd/,
yes the sun is big and yet nothing is new underneath of it. This
saying has been around for about as long as humankind has. Remember
the 2008 blogs in middle year, filled with hacking and hackers, and
well, if I am right, even Middie thinks it funny to play with me, as
it began getting super major after I loaded in that disc of hers
that I bought at the Walmart, when all of this was beginning or
really, when it was all “transferring”, the music project of the
formula, and along with it came the MIMI disc for interactiveness
and then the computer began taking on a life of its own hyper time
super, Inspector Louigee Kent Henderson, and THAT is and WAS the
shituation!!!
Looks
like my wonderful daut made that hack sentence that I just typed
come out without any Spell-Checker Microsucks red wavy lines under
this. I checked later in this paragraph, with a gibberish word, and
it does come on, so WOW, cool, MY. You really truly are awesome,
SSJKK!!!!
Folks,
I don't want to just throw sound around and waste all of our times,
here on this blog, or over in Washington, 13-600-DC, at the great
infamous United States LOC, © Office, in or out of 1981 and my demo
tune collection from those days, WHAAAAAA-BIT!
I
CROSSED OVER, not Academy Road to Grant Avenue, Cousin Carol Mason,
and any old boyfriends from your twelfth grade class, that made it
onto the Public Broadcasting Network, that changed the mood and the
Moog of the planet, in ways that I will be eternally connected into
and through, by going on with this same wild new music technology,
after Bruce Pennock of 2 Beaver Drive, Senator Trout, also made his
everlasting fucking imperfect impressions on my juvenile adolescent
brain, back in 1972 at age seventeen and a half give or take. Where
the fuck are you really, when I need you, Mister fucking ass
MACY????? Yes peeps, my MPB for the year 2013 has indeed crossed
over to the very highest possible percentage amount, even if the
filthy disgusting dog-shoe WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE manages to cunt eating
BOTBAR ALL FOUR OF THE REMAINING 2013 DAYS. YES PEEPS, TODAYS BOTBAR
TIMES 2 AND 8 FOR 10 IN THE PAST TEN DAYS,
BRINGS ME TO A DICK LICKING MOTHER FUCKING 34x1 MPB FOR MUFF DIVING
2013!!!!! But does it folks? It really is more like 98%!
JANE
WHORE SHITHEAD GOT ME AGAIN, BUT REALLY, WHAT ELSE IS NEW, PAGE
ELEVEN OF ELEVEN. I WILL FUCKING CUNT ASS COMPENSATE FOR HER
EPITOMIZED PURE EVIL FROM 1993, AND HER HUBBY, BROADCASTER DIRTBAG
TT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DAH, DAH, DAH-DAH-DAH, DO THEY
REALLY KNOW ALL ABOUT ME, GREAT ARTIST, BILLY HARNER, ON OLD
EX-PAL??????? http://www.billyharner.com/
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
I
said I was not going to curse, and I am not. You may think I am, but
I am not, thanks to the magic of cut-and-paste, AKA CAPPING, and
still also also known, as cosmic splicing, you know, editing the
techno-life mix, from here all the way up
I-95, Billy Eyes Crouch Mitchellglare!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
the best possible example in the darn world for exploratrons and
hyperspace and dreams and the magical triangle that MORIANITY
preaches, is the television show, STAR TREK. These creators were
clueless to the power that was really behind it all, but I can see
clearly as heck, Johnny Nash Clariton 123 Lover RIPOFFS!!!!!!!
Lightning told me while I was asleep in body and present with her at
the Ricktown Manor last night in Phase-2-Reality, that if I
CAP-SWEAR, I AM STILL SWEARING. I know this, but I need to show how
some wild force can manipulate and splice stuff that we all cannot
even fathom in our wildest imaginations, all together, any way they
want, and any time they want, and we never even have a clue, and
THAT, sir Rockdroid Lurch Rottenberry; is why all of
the unexplainable mysterious things, are all around us as a global
civilization; advanced as we have come to be. Add to this,
exploratronics of course; we never ever can afford to forget about
EXPLORATRONICS,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
Mister Mc-FCC-Dowell; I admit to being sick of this endless rotten
ass stinking rotten LIGHTBULB
MICROSUCKS HACK
LIGHTBULB
MICROSUCKS HACK
LIGHTBULB
MICROSUCKS HACK
LIGHTBULB
MICROSUCKS HACK
LIGHTBULB
MICROSUCKS HACK
LIGHTBULB
MICROSUCKS HACK
LIGHTBULB
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LIGHTBULB
MICROSUCKS HACK
LIGHTBULB
MICROSUCKS HACK
LIGHTBULB
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LIGHTBULB
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LIGHTBULB
MICROSUCKS HACK
LIGHTBULB
MICROSUCKS HACK
LIGHTBULB
MICROSUCKS HACK
Did
you just say WOW
to me, Macy-Mackey-Stacey McNulty, YO, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!
MY
WEATHER-BUG PROGRAM WAS HACKED OUT THE MINUTE I TURNED ON THE MOTHER
FUCKING COMPUTER, BOB MCDOWELL, FCC, SIR AND PAL, AND NOW ON COMES
THE MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB HACKING SHIT, FROM THESE BLACK HAT CRACKER
HACKERS, ACLU, FBI, FLORIDA AG PAM BONDI, AND STATE AND LOCAL
PEEDEE.
HELP
ME LIGHTNING GODDESS DIANA!!!!
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HERE
I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE.
SO DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED; COME AND SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU
FARTED! YEAH, ROLLEM UP AND BE A MAN, STRANDED ON A TOILET BOWL,
THERE GOOD OLD MID LATE SIXTIES TV SHOW CALLED,
''BRANDED''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now this shit was fucking quality,
and quality is all mother fucking gone and dead forever and ever and
ever and ever and ever, folks!!!!!!!! As for fucking poor whittle
me, I am stranded on a horrendous COSMIC TOILET BOWL WITHOUT HANDS,
FUCK THE FUCKING SHIT PAPER!!!!!!!!
So as for my
trance back into 1984. Wowzer that, NASA, as you guys can build
ships from now 'till fucking doomsday; traveling in STM is way
cooler and better, with a lot less risks; but I did come out of the
experience, crying like a little fucking spoiled bratty child, who
couldn't have another handful of M&M candies because Mommy said
it's too fucking close to did-din time, Betty Eyes Davis
Roach!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here we fucking go
again, FCC BOB
MCDOWELL, another fucking (`~
HACK) YO!!!!
Maybe
I shouldn't go to Burger King, but to a Sike Ward. Then off to get
my feast on across the great water company of Atlantic City, New
Jersey, the ACMUA, as I mix up two and tow and sue and use and on
and on, or do I. Am I both MIND HACKED AS WELL AS MACHINE HACKED? As
far as the great mighty Professor Kaku thinks, if this NCC-CLOUD
replaces the current day internet and we all merge into it whenever
we choose to do; time in this cloud is like anything in cyberspace,
under totally different rules that govern over it.
Http://WWW.ACMUA.COM/ Sup Sarah
girl???
Oh
yes, that was quite a wild ride through fifth dimensional
hyperspace, with or without any plugs or horses or blog-bio's.
SHEEEEEIT, Dawn-Marie King, and thanx in more ways than one, for
that lovely great fucking, YO!!!!!
Yes, I was hovering over the lab-tech and her office that day while she was giving me driving instructions. I abducted her up to my vessel and we had quite a talk. She insists she will remember it despite my telling her she must not. I wonder if memories suddenly jumped into her mind, Doctor Julia Deskdrawers Hoffman Shadows, and little Amy Notes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Real solid fans of the sixties television show, ''Dark Shadows'', know exactly what's being said here, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Or maybe if I was Detective Ed Green on the greatest law show ever done in the history of American television, “L&O”, I could replace the YO, with BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Holy shit-cake, we had a cool talk, and she said to me that she did not drown when she fell off of the Steel Pier in Atlantic City. She dream-transferred. Hay Professor Kaku, we both know about JIS and JOS, sort of like a beyond-cosmic yin and yang. Jacked in, jacked out, right trashy landscapers and all Dogtown and non-Dogtown resident landscapers, EVERYWHERE, THE MULTIVERSE FUCKIGN OVER, crossed or not, huh Uncle Jesus, is this all a super mother fucking WOWZER or what, DOOGIE HOWSER??? CRISSAKE, BRAHHHH!
OK,
so why did the great ES SOCIETY invite me half way a month or two
ago somewhere, into their great almighty fold? Well let us explore
that all the way from Florida to Jamaica.
This
is just my humble opinion, and I gave you the statement from an
Astral-Plane mystery-school professor, Gawky Gaukauk, AKA by me for
short, GAGA-CAT! This drove me GAGA nuts back in 1980, but also in
1977 and even as far back as some year earlier in the seventies,
that is so blocked in my mind, that only in
occasional frikkin' major dreaming experiences such as on 5 October
in 2008, do any loose memories start to pop around, in a
jumbled up maze, that nightmares are made of
in quintessential madness. But mad in other ways than crazy,
incredible anger in that house, and we do not speak about such
things on these blogs or my kid will have my dam head on a pike on
her condo pent wall as a display, and invite the new mayor over to
look at it, huh Dawn King, hay girl, just as you said to me in early
ohm-9, and you are so right, I'm sure!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Rust in
Piss, big girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You fudging too MICROSUCKS (`~ hack),
WHICH JUST HAPPENED AGAIN, the pig scum trash!!!!!!! Another
Macy Stacey Mackey ''WOWSER'',
for the great Dock Doogie Howser; and any
and all lab tech assistants
he might have had back at the end of the nineteen- eighties. This is
why they all were in this huge room and had so many musical
instrument amplifiers laying all over the dam ass place like an old
SILO Electronics Store!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
seems the longer that I refreakingmain on this machine, the more
hacking I am getting, BOB MCDOWELL-FCC, SIR. Somehow, more viruses
seem to keep popping in here, and working; and annoying
the emmereffing shirt out of my darn grass mole, ACLU.
MY CIVIL FRIKKIN' RIGHTS MEANS NOTHING TO ANYONE, EVEN THEM, THE
MAGGOT PIGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Heavy-Ernie,
my upstairs nabe from Highview Apartments of
WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN, back in 1995 and some of 4
and some of 6, but 1995 being my full calendar year there; she would
tell me that my room looks like a SILO, and I did have lots of
electronic stuff in there. Now, the FAMILY or the FIBBIES have it
all, and to this day, Ann King enjoys my 5,000 dollar big screen TV
set. Welfare rats and thieves, all working the system. I would marry
you Judge Judy if you ever were single again. I love your great
values, you too, Officer Byrd, keep up the great
work!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes it is only going to get worse,
and has, and still will, Officer Byrd, you don't even wanna'
know!!!!
Beinbg
on this side of the bed folks, will not ever allow you to figure out
who is really a TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON. You must learn to be one
yourself, and then to quote lovely Rhonda on my kid's great movie,
“Explore”. Yes, you then must practice your new skill, explore
around, skulk around, be as dirty and covert as our stealthy
government on its worst days. Did someone just say WO, Billy
Harner????????? http://www.billyharner.com/
SILWEE-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT,
tricks are for TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, and kids of all ages, not just a
few non-adult cereal lovers. WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN,
yeah folks, will it, say I AM, STACEY, as you OWN it all, the land,
and the flames too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Doogie Wowzer
again, Mister Howser, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ALL
THINGS PERFECTLY FIT TOGETHER, IF YOU DARE HAVE THE FUCKIGN BALLS TO
LET THEM, FOLKS, AND NOT LET THE WORLD CALL YOU FUCKING CRAZY, AND
YES PEEPS, THAT DOES INDEED TAKE A LARGE SACK OF BIG ASS BALLS,
BRAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO
WILL
IT SAY 'I AM'?
ST
(STACEY) OWN,
as she does really own everything, the land, the flames, even
mommy's freaking candles that scared her a long time ago, but that
was then, this is now!!!!!!!! One heck of a powerful wild
DREAM-TRANSFER, ''You go girl''. You leave your cuzz Letty in the
dirt. I wish I could emmereffing leave that stinking MICROSUCKS HACK
in hell with those doing it, for all eternity, as I just was struck
with another freaking (`~ HACK) Bob FCC McDowell, pal and sir!
Yes,
laugh at me until your freaking hearts are content, folks; but there
was magic in Williamstown, all three freggin' buttwipe times that I
resided there, major
huge GAME-CHANGER situations
happened; and each time I left there; it reminds me of another
POWERFUL ROTTENBERRY
TREK deal, that the creators were all
clueless about, while
this marvelous and untrumpable television show was being originally
created and produced;
Folks,
in reiteration, as with
all things, naturally, EXPLORATRONICS
is behind it all, as it is behind everything; the entire cosmos, and
beyond what anyone yet, has ever known, or spoken of, on this
planet; I promise. Oh but yes, let me delve into this FLINT ETERNAL
MAN who sacrificed his immortal life by LEAVING PLANET EARTH, in
that original Star Trek show that fans and Trekkers alike, all know
and love so well. Well, when I left Williamstown, WILL-I AM-ST-OWN,
good peeps, YO; this very same thing was in real life with me, don't
even attempt to talk me out of it, as I was there, AND YOU WERE
FREAKING NOT THERE, SO THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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super glue and olive pits?
My
reply: An angry mother.
Also,
at the risk of sounding negative, Mizz Twinbay of Egg Harbor
Township, New Jersey, the only thing that one may be truly sure of,
is that you never can be sure of anything.
HOLY
PIG SWEAT PEOPLE, A LOT IS GOING ON, AND EVEN IN I DO NOT PACK UP
FOR MEXICO TODAY OR TOMORROW OR REAL SOON, IT WILL BE A DEFINITE
EVENTUALITY. THE 'NARKSQUAD' STRUCK AGAIN, AND IF I AM NOT OUT OF
THIS EVIL EMPIRE BY THE 2019 YEAR, I WILL NO LONGER BE ABLE TO GET
THE MEDICATION THAT KEEPS ME ALIVE AND FUNCTIONING. THIS WAS DONE SO
I WOULD NOT BE HERE FOR THE FUCKING CUNT HUFFING 2020 CENCUS. ANY
GUESSES WHAT IS GOING ON, DOCK PROBS-84?
My
entire life was ruined by these mother fucking great almighty
Kennedy's, and not just me, but anyone that gets in their
way, or they know in advance has the possibility of doing so, and
believe me, with power like this fucking family has, THEY
KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where is the floor pounding
punch beat when you really could fucking cunt use it, oh wonderful
world?
''HATE
MY GUTS FOREVER
IF IT MAKES YOU
HAPPY
AS
HELL,
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE''
***BRO***!!
Now
I have told already on many old blogs, how the JAPANESE
EMPIRE sat on the hugest fucking secret of the twentieth
century, and how they tried hard to convince American troops that
were captured by them during World War Two, about this truth. But
for newcomers who those who may have forgotten what I said towards
the start of my blogging; it is about the stock market of America,
and in those war days back then, there was no 'NEEKAY' AVERAGE, I
won't even waste my time trying to spell that word correctly, but
they would tell our captured soldiers that Wall Street was behind
all the evil in the world, and we called that them trying to brain
wash our young officers and foot soldiers. Well, I know different,
and the biggest dam joke is on Japan. They now are part of all of
this, and totally forgot their values and their great wisdom. The
Orient is filled with so much wisdom, ladies and gentlemen, that one
percent of it, if made into a candy bar; would keep all the kids
happy for eternity!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I promise you that MO, so please
don't beat me up big lovely girl, thank
you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MARK
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR:
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I
have lived under this assault with the MILI-2-FAWCES, way long
enough, and then some; to know exactly how this all works, and how
these deranged sicko monsters play the game along with me, called,
''GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS''.
But as my Journal tape eight hundreds come in, this game will be
major ass explored, my good peeps. Thank you for staying with
me!!!!!!!!!
THE
US © OFFICE HAS THE PROOF OF A LOT.
YES
SIR, AND MA'AM; I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS WILD UNSPEAKABLE NIGHTMARE
SINCE AUGUST 15 OF 1986. I AM NOT A PROPHET OR SOME DREAMBOAT ANNIE
WILSON MAGIC MAN, MOMMA!!!!!!!!!!!
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No
uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right, by telling the
conductor, that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was
very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at
175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my
presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a
bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit? In any event, this is
March 22, 2014, not February 18, 2009, WHAAAAAAAAA!
The
days of Hammonton, New Jersey were a story all their own, right Ann
King Silva, Stacey Collegemail Hamblin, and Edward Lynch? Long
story short, the mail was always delivered here at this lovely 6-9
room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other,
with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and
a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity
now. But that is OK, as I love SCYLLA more than anything in the
multiverse, she knows it, and I know she knows it; and
I know she loves me too,
and that I never meant to make my baby blue; and yes, that too, is ©
MARK WAYNE MOHR-1983,
SOSO-WEIN, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then about 25, yes you
heard me, or saw that word or number, (25), no coinkeedinks or doubt
about that one MISTER WILLIAM LEONARD MCCANNON, YO; hose-buckets
and all from Sagging Harbors up north in New York; yes, 25 years
later after I copyrighted this, and so many other 1983 songs, about
this powerful wild teen goddess; that would take me decades to cross
over, and really come to learn about more fully; King
Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked
me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with
the mail around here,
YO!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She
said, 'use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable
system'!!!!!! Well I did and this was all recorded and blogged in
early OHM-9. Still, she never asked about the fe-mail, only the
mail. Things are always reversed in waking life, and remembering
this powerful piece of freaking wisdom, will put you worlds over the
shoulders of any present time guru of this parallel reality here.
You know what I mean. Father-Son-Holy Spirit, REVERSE, lovely Outer
Limits EVA in or out of the power planet, and what do we get, gee
could it be, Aunt Barbara? Mother-Daughter-Electron. Plank that one,
as they say in about 40 years, it means sort of like the chip on
someone's shoulder, and then another person gets into the act and
tells him he doesn't like the guy's freaking chip, so the guy says,
well, like it or lump it. That is what Plank it means around 2055.
Well, enough about what I know about the unstable localized
hyper-future, as it can always be subject to dream-alterations by
none other than yeah, you got it, you guessed it good folks,
T3E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
As
for John Crowley and his tow-truck and how he robbed me, I think
that is a wild James Redfield coincidence that his court situation
with the child endangerment charge he received, was March 29, 1997.
This was the day my hyperspace daughter Paula king Junior was born,
or in her case, she insists on her nickname of PEE. See peeps, even
the know-it-all's like Mountainpen the monster mouth puke head can
fudge stuff up and not mean to. Crowley did whatever he did, maybe
to his own daughter for all I know; but this was one year to the day
BEFORE
my
wonderful PEE was born. Some time ago, I believed her birthday time
on the calendar, was at the opposite end of the solstice; you know,
the
29th
of September.
This
is a very long story that I will not bore you all with today, WOWZER
THAT NASA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, I spoke about this
a lot throughout the summer time of 2009 and even late in the
spring, and I know my daughter from this universe, sent me a message
through a release date. Hay if I am wrong, then I am just a
psychotic deluded butt wipe. How many coincidences does Abbey
Almighty L&O Carmichael take well? She can be quoted on the
greatest law show in history, as saying to those who disagree with
her on this subject and accept too many of these things, “You have
a high tolerance for coincidences”. Hay, is she a frikkin' sike
ward case with grandiose delusions too? Why is the goose and gander
thing not seemingly operational here, ever with me, world,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHY
BRO?????
Son
of Sam, Officer of the great and powerful Williamstown, New Jersey,
Police Department; his daddy witnessed your entering my place,
oh mighty exploratron PAULA KING. He
just did not witness the memory loss, or the rape;
the second time you raped me; right news
media
who made dam fucking
sure that story was killed
as quickly as possible; and do not think someday that this will not
all come fucking out, because it fucking ass will, YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Sidney??????????????????????? Ziggy, Marola, reflectional time, and
the eternal life machine of Mister Barber, not Mister Beiber, ain't
all of this a wild and motley freaking crew???
Mister
Hetrick; acted like
a super ass hole, and made me have a disdain for alcohol and
alcoholics from the age of 15
years, right on up; and then Dawn
Drunken King came along
to put the final mother fucking cunt chewing nail into my pussy
sucking coffin; Mister VAMPIRE-FRID of the shadows!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, Albert Hetrick and his son, my short lived pal, Frederick
Hetrick. A hickey game Roseann, a hockey game Brenda Moore AT&T,
well, orange box black hat cracker hackers and others; Mount Everest
is here and it gets climbed, and you too do what you do for this
similar reason, but I wish you would all watch some folks jumping off
of the Empire freaking State Building in Manhattan, then copy that
success, right Kevin Allabouthemoney Trudeau??? Still, they don't
control time and space with MIND huh, OK, hockey, Hetrick, Eric
Brindammor the Flyer, forgive me big guy if I misspelled your name,
as always, MSC is of no use to me. Yeah, Cheerios and vocalists, and
sore throats, and bitten throats, and the I-O image object used by
Keyboards From Petahell, AKA Magnetic Sound Machine, not from Miami
there, Gloria Estafon, still; don't steal, you bad girl. Anything can
happen. Yes Hetrick the alcoholic and the soon to come along, Hockey
HAT TRICK. Hay Abigail Luscious Carmichael, are you still here with
me, fellow coincidence despiser, YO?????????????? Yes it isn't a word
Judge Lovely Judy, so sue me, it works here, I didn't want to use the
word hater so Poor Richard makes up another word, WHAAA!
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Holy
sugar garbage, where is this going to lead, and when will it end.
Only the ESS knows the answers to these powerful things, ladies and
gentlemen! But I do frikkin' know that I was just given another (`~
HACK) by total scum!
Yes Mister
Snowed-In, I try to tell peeps stuff, but do they ever bvelieve or
listen? Somehow I think you and my pal Vlad know I'm for
real/e!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is along these kind of lines, and you know
this is not an AUTO-REVERSE-TAPE-PARLOR-TRICK. Life
is full of canonized miracles, Pope, Sir, for me, aniwho. Let me tell
you what I mean, and this is a tiny smattering of all that I could
tell, but then, we all know that one real well. READ:
MORIANITY
PART 5, CHAPTER 00187
1:00
ANTE' MERIDIAN, 3 SEPTEMBER, 2013
TUESDAY
MORNING, 75 DEGREES IN FORT PIERCE, FL.
STOP
READING:
WOWZER THAT, NASA!
Sure
it's a coded poem, but what the hell is not, Sherry-Lee Saturn?
As
Lenny McKinnon said it so well in 1982, ''Good Lord, and a quarter'',
WHY ME, all great Pope's at Pote's? Well, that question has lengthy
ramifications. We could be a decade on that one, folks. Before we go
there at all, allow
me to say one little thing, pweeeeeeeze!!!!!!! If my name were Heinz
Gottwald and I had married my own Great Aunt Ruth or really second
cuzz or some such fam-jazz; I would have chosen the words of, “PERMIT
ME”, YES DAHLING, we just love our cultured wealthy stuck up selves
so much, don't we distant ass fam????????? WHAAAAAAAAAA!
I
AM ALWAYS A 'HANGING IN THERE HUNTINGTON', ALWAYS HAVE BEEN, ALWAYS
WILL BE. BUT THEN, ALL TIME IS ONE TIME; RIGHT SELANA
DADA OF
STENTON AVENUE ATLANTIC CITY NEW JERSEY, USA-ES-MWG? I AM QUITE SURE
A LOT OF FOLKS ARE SAYING TO THEMSELVES RIGHT ABOUT NOW, SHEEEEEEEIT,
I
DON'T GIVE A TOOT ROOT CAN OF HIRES FREAKING ASS ROOT-BEER, YO!!!!
Hay YO, that's on you!
I
just had Diana
Zuudlecronessia Arteemis,
the great LIGHTNING GODDESS, save my life back a couple of days ago,
and then I was awakened quite ill on Monday, what else is new (WEIN)
on a freaking ass HELLIDAY-HOLIDAY, SOSO for me (SAME-OLD-SAME-OLD).
I was speaking on the telephone after being up and awake for about
three or four hours give or take, and Mikey phoned me from home after
leaving his little part time job over at my pharmacy. I told him I
better not drive up to his place over at Hutchinson Island, as he
needs all the $$$$$$$$$$$$ that he can earn, and does not need to
catch whatever type of new WOMO crap they gave me, some form of death
beam or basic Chemtrailitis, but whatever it was, and of course,
Lightning hears everything that I say on the telephone, and again
must have been worried about me. Within a half hour out of a clear
sky, blew a bunch of thunderhead clouds, to my left and west, and
yes, I fucked up and said right when I meant left a few blogs back,
speaking of that gorgeous sunset outside of my window, while sitting
here at my computer work station. These MILITUFORCE fucking
subskummites have me so fucked up, I don't know shit from a pan of
fudge half the goddam time. I reverse directions, and left and right;
and always get every fucking ass thing that I ever say or do
backwards, JUST TO MAKE ME LOOK LIKE A MOTHER FUCKING DOCTOR BRUCE
TIME TRAVELER GOLDBERG NUT, OR STUPID ASS FUCKING IDIOT, YO YO YO!!!
Aniwho,
without any help from other endless Montgomery possibilities of
OHMAROLA-EIGHT, Mister Buttwipe McNulty, sir; SHE heard me, and knew
I could barely swallow. However, SHE CAME ALL AROUND with her
dazzling beyond words lightning. I could have eaten her up for
crissake; and within about 10 minutes into the storm, my throat was
totally and completely Magnesonic Cherry Hill Really Really real good
girl, ALL HEALED UP, with or without strange wall-writings outside of
the SAVE A LOT Grocery Store, yes Mike McNulty, I'll do it for you,
YO, AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!!!!
Like
DUH, and color me
anything from
'MINE', to 'IMPRESSED'; Lenny Briscoe!
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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.
December 12, 2006
More Crackpots- Meet Mark from NJ (MP3)
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!!!
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Good
hot Gravy, PP, whatcha up2 dude? I see your stuff on linked in, keep
plugging away, I never ever said that you are NOT the greatest
country music songwriter in America. Your crap used to make me need
to go off and cry like a baby, even Montana's pop your old pal,
couldn't cause my heart to ache-break that much. Best wishes and luck
to you always, we may have had our differences, to quote Dawn-Marie
king, but I still look back with fond memories, maybe someday you'll
e-mail me and we can both act like dudes in our sixties, and I won't
piss you off with stupid comments, I promise. Nothing at all matters
to me any more. I just want to leave this
world behind; my old friend. Again, the best of luck to
you in all of your endeavors, PP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As for why I
don't do anything on this site you put me into, sorry, I have the
kind of mind that is wired differently that other folks. Unless
someone shows me what to do hands on, with rote, like ten times,
forget it, sorry, YO. When I do catch on, then I turn into
uncontrollable wildfire. This is just my brain, I am stuck with it,
so please do not think I have ignored you, and I go up and look at
your you tube stuff all the time, real cool. Love those pines of
Jersey man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Later BRO.
Thank
the gods you got out of here over 13 months ago, lovely awesome PEE.
I love laying 500 with you, and so many other things, and will never
ever leave you, but I admit, I don't like that college dude you are
dating too much. We dad's are pretty fussy when it comes to daughters
and the bums they choose for life mates!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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