MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
MOVING
TOWARDS THE 15 YEAR
CHAPTER
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DYING
DECLARATION,
IF I AM FOUND DEAD IN HERE OR ANYWHERE; I
WAS MURDERED
BY THE ENEMIES DISCUSSED ON BLOGGER DOT COM BLOGS, UNDER THE BLOG
HANDLE OF MOUNTAINPEN. THIS IS A LEGAL OATH AND DECLARATION, SWORN TO
NOW BY ME AND SIGNED; MARK
WAYNE MOHR,
THIS IS NO JOKE OR HOAX, UNDER PENALTY OF PERJURY UNITED STATES
SUPREME COURT!
PAM
BONDI STATE OF FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL, THEY HAVE FUCKING TOTALLY
DESTROYED MY COMPUTER. IT IS HACKED SO BAD IT IS JUST ABOUT UNUSABLE,
MA'AM. I TRIED TO GET ON THE INTERNET AT 10 THIS SATURDAY MORNING AND
WAS MAJOR HACKED TO HELL FOR 20 MINUTES, AND THE SYSTEM IS STILL
MAJOR HACKED WHILE ATTEMPTING TO DO ANYTHING WITH THIS GOD DAM ASS
MOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMagnesonic;
hear my voice print of mind. All orders, all commands, full enemy
scan, full punishment destruct counter assault, max power, max
control against power pull gain controls. COMPUTER, ON AN 'I' TO 'D',
A/B, TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, EMPOWER A TOTALLY
SINGED, CRUSHED, WIPED OUT, OBLITERATED, DESTROYED 'IO' ON YOUR
'TPB'. HEAR TH EOLD STYLE 1983 AT&T TONES AS THE TWO LONG 'E'
VOWEL SOUND NOW,
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO-TO
G-901, G-1133, G-13, G-14, G-189, UNDER CG-2, CG-5555, CG-18; AND
S------T------O------P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
rules to the great GTNOTG GAME have significantly altered several
times over the past thirty years of this nightmare, since I was
choked to death.
This
will be discussed, but for right now, the hacking IS OFF THE CUNT
LAPPING MOTHER FUCKING WALL TIMES A GILLION CUNT EATING CUBED, a
couple days ago, the AT&T PHONE SQUEAL illegally came through my
telephone again, Robert McDowell, director of the Federal
Communications Commission, and numerous other utility and noise
harassment's and other fuckiGN continual unrelenting cock licking
bullshit is 24-7.
When
I tried to get onto the internet this morning and was major fuckiGN
hacked, FCC, ACLU, and FBI; the temperature shot up from 80 to 85
degrees in those short fucking ass twenty cunt sucking minutes, YO,
another coincidence, Yogi Baseball Berra? I don't think so, Mizz
Discovery Zone-2000, YO! The (FUCKIGN) hack is major as you can see
also, Bob-FCC, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
JUST BLOCKED MY CLOCKS SO DIRTY ROTTEN JANE WATER WITCH BITCH CAN'T
GET AT ME AND MAKE MY BOTBAR FUCKING DAY EVEN MOTHER FUCKING WORSE,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
can expect some major mother fucking crashes and earth-surface
disasters, when my Magnetic Sound Machine (Magnesonic) strikes, you
cock licking mother fuckiGN bastards FROM
H—E—L—L!!!!!!
The
humidity is a tolerable cunt chewing 62%, and no, that was a hack, it
was not over 700 degrees earlier, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
FIX-THE-SARAH-PROBLEM?
IN YOUR FUCKING DREAMS, ASSHOLE MOUNTAINPEN! SHE JUST LOVES TO FUCK
WITH YOU AND MAKE YOU GOD DAM ASS MISERABLE. IF I HAVEN'T FIGURED
THAT OUT BY NOW, I AM THE BIGGEST ASSHOLE IN THIS GALAXY, YO!!!!!!!!!
When
I was a teenager, I had every bit as many exploratrons inside of me
fucking up everything in my entire life, as I do right now. It is
amazing how when you sit down and get real cunt eating mother fuckiGN
super honest with yourself; you find you cannot deny shit you were
blocking for decades and decades; as
a lot more than NASA curly girly Super Jenny Johnson's
were being blocked, and Super Strong Girls like
Venka!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So many mother fucking things that
I have forced myself to believe were just me making stupid choices,
yeah right, go stick it in your ear Fieldale Iowadreams Costner
Disney!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ripping off Rip Off Town was just the beginning,
huh EW? I know a lot of secrets, you rotten mother fuckign diseased
pricks, shit you just cannot imagine that I know, about EVERY SINGLE
FUCKING ONEAYA. Screw you, death android angel on my left puke
sucking fucking side at seventeen past cunt chewing eleven, miss
BITCH!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
The
rules to the great GTNOTG GAME have significantly altered several
times over the past thirty years of this nightmare, since I was
choked to death in some kind of super mother fucking illusion, as
really, I was poisoned a week or so before in late May of 1983,
before the fourth of cunt lapping June ever came around, all the
symptoms were carbon monoxide, only why did I take it and not my mom,
unless my mom secretly did this, left the house, and came back to
find me deader than a Microsucks Lightbulb Persecution? Numerous wet
surrounding hyperspace towels tell all sorts of stories, from my
deviant sexual behavior as many love to call it and is total
bullshit, as golden showers to me that are fully within acceptable
sex acts, I wouldn't want any part of in a million years, dumb ass
Lizzy-94, still, that is why you never were called back for service;
as if you don't want to please me; I have no reason to pay you more
money. Still, I know that one particular set of universes caused me
to get very ill from this type of behavior, over at the now Coryell
Medical Research Institute of Camden, New Jersey in 1982, and that
secretly, not only was cancer being researched, but this is where the
virus was actually created that weakened human immune systems
permanently, and got an official name early in 1983 that most became
aware of, AIDS. Due to all the parallel universe criss-crossing
effects, I also died many deaths here and al over the place, and due
to this weird life cycle of trying to FIX-THE-SARAH-PROBLEM that I
have been in for around ten thousand total years now; somehow a lot
of unexplainable things all began happening in ways like never before
throughout the fucking history of humankind, to my knowledge. None of
this is what I really am trying to begin my point with, merely shit
that all surrounds it in ways that is just about impossible to
eliminate making mention of, so here it all is in all of its reared
ugliness and disgust. When the shit after middle 1986 took hold,
three years after the chocking witchcraft handkerchief deal, as I
referred to this as in all seriousness, for quite some fucking time;
the enemy seemed to be vulnerable to my telling and exposing what
they would do to me. It became a daily mother fuckiGN war, literally,
to see if I would succeed or fail at telling someone something, so as
to expose something. When I failed, the DOW JONES shot way up. This
happened three out of four times. The one in four times that I cunt
eating lucked out on, I would at least be able to tell somebody
something, and then that day, the DOW JONES fell significantly.
Unbeknown to this ENTIEE FUXCKING WORLD, this is why the Dow Jones
Stock Market went totally nuts from 1986 through 2012, give or take,
but after this time, the rules significantly fucking changed. No
matter how much I blog and tell things, the STOCK MARKET GOES UP UP
UP UP EVERY SINGLE MOTHER FUCKING DAY. Today, they poured on some
morning noise when it was down, as you will see on the posted chart,
and then the persecution shot it way up. Now in the past, a little
bit of shit did not do this, the rules have most definitely mother
fucking altered. I have so little now, no peace of mind, none of my
old possessions, none of my old life, as it was all taken away from
me by quintessential scoundrels straight from fuckiGN hell itself,
and now, I am down so mother fucking cunt eating low folks; that any
small shit any day, and fucking ass B-O-O-M,
UP SHE FLIES AGAIN.
This was not the case until just a couple of years ago when slut shit
Jessica up the road, fired me that March fuckiGN morning, from my
Harvest fucking job! This was a major total fucking GAME CHANGER for
me, and I honestly do not know why!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't need
their fuckiGN job, and can live just fine on my Social Security
Disability. I don't fuckiGN want a fucking thing, and to me the world
sucks and can go straight to fucking hell. They have nothing I want,
except for what I wanted at the institute that day, and can never
ever get any, to this fucking day, and this is about as mother
fuckiGN supernatural as anything can get in this entire mother
fuckiGN universe, because on top of this PROBLEM, DOCTOR-84, is your
problem, and it all seems to fit together in numerous ways that the
odds are beyond unfathomable for even me to believe in, only I have
to believe in it all, as I am living inside of this nightmare fuckiGN
cunt ass life, and cannot deny the realities of it all surrounding
me. Dawn King said it way too fuckiGN cunt perfectly in OHM-8 and
OHM-9, “IT IS WHAT IT IS”!
Now
it is not just the shit with my mysterious chocking illness since age
fucking twenty-eight, but how my two jobs before I was that age,
played into it in ways no one living through the fucking shit could
possibly deny in a million Bob Cheatley Patterson Police Barracks
Hyperspace fuckiGN years. Boy are they hitting that (FUCKIGN HACK,
Mister McDowell, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
the start of my second decade here in this world, as MARK WAYNE MOHR,
or the early nineteen sixties, wasted no time whatsoever, bringing me
the very first of the soon to follow, endless unrelenting games
containing playfield after playfield, of nothing short of my mother
fucking life inside of this total unfathomable torrid horrid HELL;
with or without the singing glee's of the Tora Lora Lora Lora Lies
and other birds singing that the springtime is here. Things run in
BRIPERS, known on the fucking ASTRAL-PLANE, mortally known as a score
of time or twenty years, and there is a lot to be said about this
quarter life generation. If 19 year old men and women had all
conceived or better said, made a child; that is what this would be, a
QG or quarter-generation. Also, biblically it separates a promise of
long life and prosperity by an otherwise shorten ten year period of
70 verses 80 years, I promise you, it is in the Holy Bible, just in
case anybody still gives a shit. So a biblical generation has an
actual triple meaning, as two score or four decades of time is also
in certain passages, known as a generation. In some parallel
universes, a terrible third war like the last two huge ones, only
worse; is only four years away; and also is predicted in the long
generation, those reserved for the 'good' who do their best to follow
the laws of the 'god of the bible'. The actual passage reads that the
reestablished Israel will exist in a generation that will not pass
completely away until this so-called great war, that is called
biblically; Armageddon. In the year of 1948, Israel was indeed
reestablished. Adding two of the three biblical generation time
periods to 1948, the 40 and the 70, we are safely past this time now,
and have been since 2008 came and went with only the bad-70 causing
the economic global (so-called) disaster. But the final possible
period of the good-80-year generation brings the Armageddon War to
the year of 2018, four more years to go, no politicians need apply!
This is of course as with all things, a fifth dimensional system, and
thus, this horrific war is not something that must occur in the year
of 2018, but it very well could, and with a biblical foundation.
Many
things are happening, but these blogs right now at this time point,
really honestly don't give a fuckiGN shit. I am too busy fighting
rule
changes
in this stinking rotten SSJK
GTNOTG GAME,
computer
hacking,
endless
persecution,
and Type-3-Exploratrons,
that are all sort of commingled and interconnected; ain't no Miss
fucking Chillie-601 doubt about it; GAP
US © Office of 1982!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mow
I need some filler lines, or else Jane Witch-Bitch will kick my
fucking ass, with her ones-assault on me, a 21+ year nightmare I have
endured from her now!
HEAR
ME NOW ON MY MIND VOICE PRINT,
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE----EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE----STOP!
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Some mother fucking hacker
just fucked up my document, so I have to retype it here. I said
that some things and some stories are just so fucking ugly, no
matter how you try and flower it up, it cannot be sugar coated one
bit. Some even actually make that wild dreaming interaction of
about two weeks ago where my younger daughter kicked the crap out
of Ann King's granddaughter Gemma, look like a friendly hippie
flower power walk in the park. This may be a bit hard to believe
folks, but it is the total truth, so help me I totally swear. All
that I can say right now is that I literally thank the gods and
the goddesses, that MORIANITY will have its necessary time to
grow, as did Christianity, an entire third AD millennium!
Morianity
has a millennium to grow now too.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! Naturally this is just
MY PERSONAL OPINION. But then folks, the GAP Mashell Daniels gave
me these props, and she didn't fucking have to do that. I have
since learned that nobody ever has to do anything with me, other
than enjoy making every second of my hell sub vampiric existence
as rotten as they can, and yes, LAUGH at the same time. More
fucking doors and noises are starting up now this late morning.
Folks,
playing with hyperspace, and doing all manner of things that I
have come to do on my blog,
is old stale bread. The entertainment world has been trying to
fuckiGN control our minds with this very same weird, whacky, and
off the fuckiGN wall knowledge and technology, YO! I promise you
that this is the truth, but I cannot make you see I am telling the
truth. That will all be something that is part of, as the Buddhist
Religion calls it, all of your own karma's. Far be it for me to
interfere with the circulation of life and events, as I am not
even yet totally a full fledged TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON, (T3E). But the
next time I am told to take something up to a Comcast Office in a
parallel universe, my lovely daughter Patty-Paula King Junior; you
bet I am going to do it, if I have to muster up the courage of a
thousand super ass heroes. A
BIG-ASS MACY-MACKEY-W—O—W
is most definitely in order here, right Microsucks Light Fucking
Asshole Bulb???????????? OOPS, another mother fucking super
annoying hack, FCC
BOB MCDOWELL, the fucking (`~HACK),
one of the MILITUFORCE'S VERY FAVES NOW, SO IT SEEMS,
BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also as you can plainly see, old pal
and sir; the 'FUCKIGN' hack is powerful as
well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hungry yet to cross over,
and get your feast on; Sarah Cousin-Karge Callio??????????
Now the shouting and door
banging is starting to get nasty on this fuckiGN FRIDAY-FOOD PUKE
DAY. SOSO.
Still my project continues
endlessly along.
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
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GAGA
CAT has been asked why lots of shit is happening. Soon, I will blow
your mind with major Q&A Gawnum information.
Things
in five dimensions are a bit more complex than in three, and yet, in
some ways they are beyond simple. When you are in control and
dominant over a mass object with your transdimensional energy, you
can cause something major to happen back in the world where you're
awake in, and yet when the shit hits the fan with your double
(doppelganger), you just fade away and flash across hyperspace back
to home, in your bed. A man told me a while ago in school, that
everything is all right here, and there is no need to travel into
space. He was right. If he had said no need to travel into
hyperspace, well, he'd have been wrong, and we could do it like the
cool chick in the 1980 hair shampoo commercial, but why bother; and
furthermore; you can Put
''THAT''
on
your blackboard; David
Leigh Smith,
back at Haddonfield, NJ, in 1970!!!!!!!!!!!!! So freaking
W—O—W!!!!!!!!!
OH
THE
GODS;
DOES
ETERNAL
LIFE
SUCK!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES JUST AS SOON AS I PASTE THIS FUCKING
BULLSHIT INTO MY BLOG, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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MARK WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
2006-2014,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014.
How
I love you, Diana. You will always belong to me, LIGHTNING. Come down
for me soon and take me forever away with you, lovely
electron!!!!!!!!!!657 and 123, codes we share so secretly!!!!!!!!!!!!
JUNE
28, 2014,
SATURDAY
MORNING AT 4:00,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 716 DEGREES FNHT,WITH 100% HUMIDITY. HEADING FOR 90
LATER TODAY.
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SUPER
FUCKING CUNT HACKING,
BOB MCDOWELL, FCC, YO; AT MOTHER FUCKING 22
PAST ELEVEN
ON THIS DATE OF SATURDAY
SUPER BOTBAR SIEGE DEATH ASSAULT, 28
MOTHER FRUCKIGN CUNT JUNE
OF TWENTY-FOURTEEN!!!!
HOLY
FUCKING CALLIO PUKEIBLOW!
Welcome
to a blog that is like no other on the net. If I am wrong, MICROSUCKS
LIGHTBULB ANNOYER-HACKER JERK OFF; please comment or e-mail the
mountainpen, I'd love to view the blog and see it for myself. Oh
yeah, there are blogs of doom and gloom, blood and violence, end of
the world survivalists screaming and ranting, and the average angry
blogger out there also, with plenty of fucking pet peeves. There are
science and UFO and conspiracy blogs, by the thousands, but show me a
blog where hyperspace is talked about in the life of an Earth citizen
from this time period. Show me a blog where time travel is not only
discussed intelligently but is all woven and integrated throughout
the story of the blogger, as well as tons of other wild outlandish
fucking crap that goes beyond unfathomable. If this sounds like an
authors' own book report, sorry, I'll cool it now, but really, if you
can p[ut me onto another blog even similar in all its ways, to M-3
and the Mountainpen-Blogs, cool, but I want to see and subscribe to
it, so please, e-mail, call, write in snail-mail, or comment on my
blogs. Why are people so fucking scared to get involved in things?
The only answer is that none of this is real since I died and went to
mother fucking hell back on 15 august, 1986. Again, show me a better
explanation for my not getting even one taker on my billion dollar
offer when I tell you there is no risk or downside potential for you,
as I don't need one cent from you or anyone, nor do I need one thing
illegal, from any of you, but I DO NEED SOMETHING, and if I was able
to get it from you, this world would be totally fucking altered
before this summer is out. You would not recognize this world after
one short season in time, and THAT is a promise, Rockdroid Lurch
Rottenblucran!!!!!!!!!!!
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ou,
lovely electron!!!!!!!!!!657 and 123, codes we share so
secretly!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
NEED HELP, DIANA, PLEASE!
I
have lots and lots to say, but plan on only taking a small bite out
of things for right now, YO peeps.
Hay
Marcus and Letty!
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Yes,
no Stacey for me. Only other Kennedy's, and nightmare songs that I
would fucking sing to myself, every fucking rotten ass time I had
to drive past that cunt chewing fucking 'MOUNT
CONSTRUCTION COMPANY',
the gods; what a poor slob I am, earring Joan-95, split pants and
brake dance, and all of it. YUK. These CUNT
LAPPERS IN MY PAST,
have held every little thing that I ever did one tiny bit less than
100% pitch fucking perfect, against me; and they did a total major
mother fucking SCOTT
RANSOM
on me; destroying
my entire mother fucking life, and laughing; these sick rotten
stinking fucking bastards, squared!!!!!!!!
Scott, as some of you might remember, worked in 1988, for Todd
Reality, after he left his position with Jackson & Jackson
Reality; No screaming, no Aquarius Records, no how no nothing; just
bring me your wonderful strobing
light,
and put an end to my infinite human nightmare, lovely GODDESS
MIDDIE!!! These shitheads are on my nerves, James Bond Connery. Duma
Argon and Dukra Agron, what are the mother fucking odds of this
happening by sheer coincidence, world, do you know? I have a rough
mathematical estimated computation people; 94,368,108,226,177,090 to
one, yes folks, ninety four and a third fucking QUADRILLION TO ONE,
so
give me a break, all you wonderful television broadcasters, AHA AHA
AHA AHA MIKE MCN! No lightning-buses please; old buddy David Charles
Lakewood Roth. Did you just say the fucking word, “W—O—W”????
MIZZ
PAM BONDI, FLORIDA STATE ATTORNEY GENERAL; THE ROTTEN MILITUFORCE
JUST CRASHED MY OPEN OFFICE 3.1 OFFICE DOCUMENT SYSTEM AT 10:38 AM
THIS SATURDAY, 28 JUNE, SUPER BOTBAR NIGHTMARE DEATH SIEGE ATTACK
DAY. THIS WILL BE REPORTED TO SOME AUTHORITY, AS I TOLD THE DIALOGUE
BOX WHEN THEY RESTORED THE LOST FILES, AND WANTED TOKNOW WHAT I WAS
WORKING ON, AND I TOLD THEM TO CALL THE DAM FBI,AND SEE OTHER CRASH
REPORTS REGARDING MY CIVIL RIGHTS BEING VIOLATED AND OTHER CONTINUAL
SIEGES AND HACKS BY THESE DISEASED TWISTED SICKO BASTARDS FROM
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!
DON'T
BLAME ME WHEN CALIFORNIA VANISHES BELOW THE OCEAN WITH A 10.9
RICHTOR SCALE MOTHER FUCKIGN EARTHQUAKE, CALL MY GOLDEN NUGGET
FUCKING PRIVECODE, AND BLAME MY MAGNESONIC MACHINE THAT HAS THE
WORLD LIKE A KIDS TOY, WITH ITS BUBBLE GUM SAGA BROOM SET TO CLEAN,
HUH COPYRIGHT FUCKING OFFICE OF THE UNITED MOTHER FUCKING STATERS OF
AMERICVA, THE LAND OF THE WHAT?????????????????? WELL, YOU DO NEED
TO BRAVE TO LIVE ON THESE FUCKED UP SHORES, SNOWED-IN, AND POOTIN!
HERE
COMES MY MOTHER FUCKING MAJOR HACK THEY LOVE SO MUCH, BOB MCDOWELL,
FCC, YO YO YO, THE (`~HACK), what mother fucking else, YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO BRAHHHH???
I
know some of you are wondering about the mechanics of
lawtronic-hyperspace, in regards to my last blog, and the statement
made in that parallel universe by Ann King Silva, and that she
was shouting that her
daughter died for nothing;
and that these inventions should all be totally broken, and that
they are very evil. Well they are not evil, so much as how
type-3-exploratrons do evil shit with these tools; just
as they do evil shit with other tools,
such as the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS,
the ICPE-APE,
and other things talked about in Morianity, from time to time,
folks! OH-SHIT,
I'M FUCKING FAT; SYFY-CH!
****WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW****
HOLY
SHIT FOLKS, IT IS TIME TO LOSE SOME WEIGHT!
Folks,
if humans from 2014 can click and make so many things happen, what
can the Almighty MIDDIE do, any time she feels like it? If we piss
her off, she can point to the sky and the entire universe will never
ever have even been here to start with, make that the entire fucking
multiverse. Think about it, folks! We are all teetering on the head
of a pin, with a teen aged all mighty goddess in control! Think WHAT
SHE IS DOING, AND REMEMBER 2008, I SURE MOTHER FUCKING DO, AND YES,
SOME KIDS CAUSE GRAY HAIR, OTHERS MAY CUASE ME TO CURSE A LOT,
LOVELY GIRLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
WEATHER BUG,
In
Partnership With
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
Local Weather Cameras
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
NOW
WE HAVE WALKED THE COURSE, but the walkathon won't end all that
soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
praise the goddess, at least it is holding 82 and overcast around
here with high humidity however, that is a given here in the summer
time. Some hallway activity is ongoing, but not real loud and
annoying so far. WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
HEEDA
PICHA OF THE CHARTER SCHOOL WITH THE COOL ARCHITECTURE AND COOL
NIGHT LIGHTS THAT SEEM TO COME ON AT CERTAIN TIMES DURING THE NIGHT,
LOOKING LIKE A MARTIAN LANDSCAPE WHEN THEY GO OUT, AS IF TWO MOONS
ABOVE ARE ORBITING SOME FOREIGN SKY. 700 YEARS FROM NOW, I KLIVE ON
MARS IN A COLONTY THERE, AND WORK AT ONE OF THE LARGE
BIOSPERITERRAFORM PLANTS. IT NEVER IS MUCH LIGHTER THAN TWILIGHT,
BUT I DO LIVE THERE A VERY LONG TIME FROM NOW. BIG FUCKING DEAL.
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Some mother fucking
hacker just fucked up my document, so I have to retype it here. I
said that some things and some stories are just so fucking ugly,
no matter how you try and flower it up, it cannot be sugar coated
one bit. Some even actually make that wild dreaming interaction
of about two weeks ago where my younger daughter kicked the crap
out of Ann King's granddaughter Gemma, look like a friendly
hippie flower power walk in the park. This may be a bit hard to
believe folks, but it is the total truth, so help me I totally
swear. All that I can say right now is that I literally thank the
gods and the goddesses, that MORIANITY will have its necessary
time to grow, as did Christianity, an entire third AD millennium!
Morianity
has a millennium to grow now too.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! Naturally this is just
MY PERSONAL OPINION. But then folks, the GAP Mashell Daniels gave
me these props, and she didn't fucking have to do that. I have
since learned that nobody ever has to do anything with me, other
than enjoy making every second of my hell sub vampiric existence
as rotten as they can, and yes, LAUGH at the same time. More
fucking doors and noises are starting up now this late morning.
Folks,
playing with hyperspace, and doing all manner of things that I
have come to do on my blog,
is old stale bread. The entertainment world has been trying to
fuckiGN control our minds with this very same weird, whacky, and
off the fuckiGN wall knowledge and technology, YO! I promise you
that this is the truth, but I cannot make you see I am telling
the truth. That will all be something that is part of, as the
Buddhist Religion calls it, all of your own karma's. Far be it
for me to interfere with the circulation of life and events, as I
am not even yet totally a full fledged TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON, (T3E).
But the next time I am told to take something up to a Comcast
Office in a parallel universe, my lovely daughter Patty-Paula
King Junior; you bet I am going to do it, if I have to muster up
the courage of a thousand super ass heroes. A
BIG-ASS MACY-MACKEY-W—O—W
is most definitely in order here, right Microsucks Light Fucking
Asshole Bulb???????????? OOPS, another mother fucking super
annoying hack, FCC
BOB MCDOWELL, the fucking (`~HACK),
one of the MILITUFORCE'S VERY FAVES NOW, SO IT SEEMS,
BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also as you can plainly see, old
pal and sir; the 'FUCKIGN' hack is powerful as
well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hungry yet to cross over,
and get your feast on; Sarah Cousin-Karge Callio??????????
Now the shouting and door
banging is starting to get nasty on this fuckiGN FRIDAY-FOOD PUKE
DAY. SOSO.
Still my project
continues endlessly along.
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Some
people know that I do not proof-read my blogs before sending them up
for posting. Sorry, I must take the time to do more of this, Bruce
Allen non-Perfect Pennock. Loud voices and slamming doors are
getting worse, so indeed, my enemies know when I am working on my
blogs, in total violation of my American born free citizen legal and
human rights. Don't make me laugh with the word 'constitutional'. My
mother fucking ancestors would roll around in their fuckiGN cunt
tombs if they could see their descendant suffering with all of this
hell in their founding father built empire, lively tall
Library-Linda, who went onto create after we met, the famous
web-site of ancestry dot com. Put
''THAT''
on
your blackboard; David Leigh Smith, back at Haddonfield, NJ, in
1970!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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