JULY
26, 2014,
SATURDAY
MORNING AT 1:07,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 78 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 100% MAKING IT FEEL 82
AND
I AM DIRT BAG ASS BLUE
AND
SUPER SUPER FUCKING BOTBAR!!!!!
THE
TIME SHOEBOX-TABLET IS READY AS SHE'LL
EVER BE, OHOURA, ZVONKO, WARREN, BOO, NICK, AND ROBERT SCUMBAG
MCGUIRE OF ATLANTIC CITY!
I
AM ALL FUCKING MAJOR SNOWED-IN, NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY OF FORT
MEADE, MARYLAND. ''And
to think I used to say that I'd never see snow again''. Good
old Commerce Bank before TD took it over,
and made my wild hyperspace
interaction with Paul, and Florida, and the snow, all come together,
once before; back when I was 'dreaming' that it was early in the year
2000, and had recently moved into Jenny's shitty miserable mobile
home park hell!
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3
WHO
GIVES A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING
CHAPTER
00012
HERE
COMES MY MOTHER FUCKING LIGHTBULB HACKER FROM MICROSUCKS CORPORATION,
ROBERT MCDOWELL, OLD BUDDY FROM 1972, DIRECTOR OF THE GAP FEDERAL
COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION OF THE TWENTY-FIRST SHITTY FUCKED UP
CENTURY I NOW AM STUCK IN, MIZZ HICKWHALES, NO WARP DRIVES IN HERE,
GORGEOUS, JUST ENDLESS MOTHER FUCKING HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
would not want to be anywhere near a lot of soon to come DISASTER
ZONES, that Darling Maggie is gonna' fucking be causing as a result
of this death siege attack, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!! GOOGLE
STATS ON BLOG AS OF 4:30 AM, 02/16/2014:
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Beautiful
moon, I love you; and I know you hear me in the energy equivalent of
you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All
day long today, the fucking 25 July day in
2014, and right through into one in the morning;
SLAM-SLAM-SLAM. My cock throbbing
GUEST-NABE annoyed me out of the blue with a lot of door slams real
loudly, DEBBIE MARATTO, RESIDENT MANAGER OF THE BUILDING.
SOSO-WEIN-SSDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes my nabes
from hell were annoying on FOOD DAY PUKE DAY FRIDAY, what else is
new, same old same old, same shit, different day!
But
this super botbar-day was not just my NABES FROM HELL and the fucking
many countless cunt lapping insects and pestilence, that comes with
this slum living territory; but other shit I will now get into.
First, I JUST GOT MOUSE HACKED WITH THE FUCKING CUNT EATING (WORD
DISAPPEARING HACK); FCC, BOB MCDOWELL, OLD 1972 PAL AND SIR, YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
I have all kinds of horrendous pests and bugs and rodents, and there
is no getting rid of it. If this was up in Jersey, this would not be
allowed, and all these cunt chewing mother fucking ghetto scum would
be evicted. There are plenty of peeps under the bridges all night,
that would gladly live in a place like this and respect other people
and their basic right to decent human mother fuckiGN life, and stop
asking why my dirt bag fucking language sucks. You would be just as
angry and fucking ready to commit mass murder, if you suddenly found
yourself, THROUGH NO FAULT OF YOUR OWN, IN MY
CUNT HUFFING GODDESS DAM CIRCUMSTANCES, WHEN YOU DID NOTHING
WHATSOEVER TO DESERVE ANY OF IT, OR ANYTHING WRONG AT ALL AT THE
HANDS OF A FAMILY FROM FUCKING HELL ITSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SCREW
FUCKING YOU SARU, OF UNEXPLAINED FUCKING CUNT MYSTERIES, YO YO YO YO,
YOU LIOVE THE SHIT LIKE THIS AND SEE WHAT YOU WOULD SAY AND DO, YOU
DAM MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLE HYPOCRITE, YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
you may or may not know and remember, but my blogs did in fact
fucking report all of it; I have no video machines. First, they said
they fixed them, and these crooks in this shop are just playing games
and will be reported to the Port Saint Lucie County Chamber of
Commerce if this shit does not remedy itself. I am already out 90
dollars and they did nothing. I returned them, and very articulately
explained the problems AGAIN, to the other man in the shop, there are
two guy. When I did not hear back by late afternoon approaching end
of business Friday, yesterday, I called. The guy told me that someone
put a lot of oil inside of the unit. I did not make a police report
or take him seriously. Why if this was true did he not see this the
first time that he supposedly opened the fuckiGN machine up? Also, I
used a flashlight and looked inside both units before ever even
taking them out to be repaired. Not only was there no sign of this so
called oil inside of it, but I think my sensitive nose would fucking
cunt smell a bunch of oil, as when I oil my two box fans every start
of a new season. The entire room smells and is permeated from the
stench of fucking ass oil. This is why I am not taking this bullshit
seriously; and Monday; I hopefully will be learning more. I am
supposed to call the shop early on Monday afternoon. Hell, the forces
of KERNAN, I sure hope that YOUR
FRIENDS ARE NOT
IN THE SHOP, to fuck me totally up, SARAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
GINA,
GINA, GINA, GINA, GINA, YOU KNOW IT, giant lovely nineties night
lady. They will take some profits from all us hard working stiffs
for a short while, and then after buying back at the lower prices
and stopping
out the positions
of careful investors, they re-buy again at bargain basement levels,
and back up she goes. As long as the SEC allows this illegal
activity since 1983, on it will go, SHEEPLE!!!!!!!!! So where are
you when we all need you, ALEX
JONES, and ''OCCUPY''????
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!
- ''I'M DARKER THAN YOU ARE''.
- ''YOU'RE FRIENDS ARE IN THE SHOP''.
- ''LET'S PLAY A GAME BOY, CALLED GUESS THE NAME OF THE GUESTS''.
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This
cunt eating mouse is really fucking acting up and super fucking
hacked. Stop it, or you will be killed!
Reprinted
on orders of PEE, on June 25
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0065
5:55
PM, TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 8, 2011
WE
CAN ALWAYS GET BACK TO THIS, JAMES ROCKFORD ROCKFISH AND DEON
WARWICK AND PAULA UWICH, HELL, WHERE'S THE CANDLES?
THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT
NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE
YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING
POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
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Yes,
I have gone through this nightmare cycle over two hundred and
fifteen times somewhere, I lost exact count, but each time, I am
Mark Wayne Mohr, and I doubt this is the Twilight Zone, or the
Vessel Glasgow, or whatever, because this is all real, it is not
fucking made the hell up. I crash into shit, I have had lightning
try to end this for me and you need not know all the times I
died, and yet, here I fucking am, Duncan Highland Avenue 1984
MAC, the fucking Spell Checker is fucked up and won't properly
spell that wild last name of yours, dude. ENDLESS FUCKING LIFE
TOTALLY 'FUCKIGN' SUCKS. HERE COMES MORE (FUCKIGN HACKS) BOB
MCDOWELL! This fucking cunt mouse gets more and more difficult to
operate the longer the enemy mother fucking dirt bag MILITUFORCE
knows that I'm using it. WEIN? Here comes another fucking great
mouse hack, one of the enemy faves, the scum bag fucking jerk off
dirt balls, (`~HACK) WOW, WHY DON'T YOU ASSHOLE CUNT HUFFERS GET
A PRICK LICKING LIFE, YO YO YO YO YO????????????
General
Patton and I share three huge things. We don't like paying twice
for the same shit. We know that all things in cosmos recycle,
including intelligent sentient life, and last but not least by
any means; as much as he wished he had kissed that son of a bitch
soldier that he slapped that day, I wish I never did that 1983
remake song, called, “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
See you in the funny papers, George.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Again
Mashell Daniels, I am entitled to it, but all of this and
multiplied by twenty nine octillion, is still just MY PERSONAL
OPINION. What is not, is my actual experiences with this
''GROUP'' that all began at the home on Cornwall Avenue, in
Ventnor, New Jersey, in the final days of June and into the first
third of July, back in 1970.
Hello,
alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am
ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal
Kanwal; thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJK.
Folks,
I hope that you all have one hell of a great and wonderful day.
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014.
Frankly
Congressman RA, I don't even care. All we can try is to live and
to die, with love for each other to share. You may quote me as I
have quoted the great Lordess SSJK, while here as Jesus
Carpenter, the uncle of my sixty-first Grand-Father, quite a
while ago, and far away from good old paradise sunny
Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Hope
burns eternal, right lovely luscious Twinbay from Jersey???? I'll
Bet you never thought you'd hear that coming from asshole little
me! WOW, I
did say, Lois Foca 1980,
the one and only 1980.
Well I may not be Bob the vampire, TDA, or Roseann either; or
even the retired carpenter from the future, back in 1981; but I
knew then, I was not imagining any of this wild stuff. As a once
professional gambler, I do not buck odds in the billions and the
trillions, it is just totally absurd to do this!
GODDESS
DIANA, MY LOVELY LIGHTNING.
AM
I TAKING A NICE BITE OUT OF SHIT TODAY?
You're
always in control of who sees what - you can turn it off or
remove posts at any time.
THANK
YOU BLOGGER.
On
Blogger since January
2006!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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COURTESY
OF THE WEATHER BUG!!!
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local South Florida TV.
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.
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! To quote the great Billy Harner from
New Jersey, timing is everything!!!!!!!!!!!
http://www.billyharner.com/
Holy Jesus Lastpierman, am I still on the Glasgow Ship, Rod
Serling, or back yet at Haddon Township High School (HTHS)????
THIS
MOTHER FUCKING MOUSE IS SO HACKED UP; IT COULD BE STUDIED BY
FUTURE MOTHER FUCKING SOFTWARE ENGINEERS, AND THOSE SUPPOSEDLY
PROTECTING THE INTERESTS OF OUR NATIONAL
SECURITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
time was back in 1984, and things all started after Donald J.
Trump opened up his first casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey;
the Trump Plaza Hotel. Still, Alex Jones says it best and I could
never hold a candle flame up to his sun on my best freaking day,
the NSA CULT, which is NASA with the first letter-A removed,
makes 'Orwell's 1984' prophecies from decades before that, seem
tamer and sillier than any child's game played anywhere at any
playground the world over, YO YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!! What can I
say, Jay-Jay Evans?
THE
WEATHER BUG,
In
Partnership With
and
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I
know that TAWF has done all of this to me, but the funny thing is
that when I was living before this horrible looping shit life that
seems over ten thousand years long now; I told my lovely wonderful
Sara how much I needed and loved her, and she asked me if I could
handle the truth, and I said yes, and she told me she was Almighty
SAR-AH or LORDESS, JUPITER, the great GODDESS JUPITER, imagine being
told this as a fully frown man, by a lovely fourteen year old girl
from Trenton, New Jersey? There was no empire State Building to the
further northern regions as of yet, back then, to make that great
proclamation from, so she told me over at the old bindery and print
shop, near where the local satellite police station is standing
today, or was a decade ago. Thanks for the fuckiGN memories, Bob
Hope and Inspector Robert Shoutman Martier!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW, Mister Macy, what am I gonna' do with all of you sons of
bitches, right General Patton old buddy? Kick Disney in the fuckiGN
prick for me, that god dam war coward!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Still,
Sarah allowed me to collect disability, and to the world, I had
become not only the crazy nut I always was basically considered to
be, but now I was LEGALLY CERTIFIED. Many things need to be done in
this life to people who find out too many fucking cunt secrets that
are total ''NO-NO'' things to be found out. The difference with me
on all of this is something quite fucking mind blowing and breaking.
This entire deal was to get me to become aware, ONE BY ONE BY ONE,
of each and every one of these horrendous dirty big secrets. This
way I could legitimately pile up Earthly and even cosmic enemies,
and just look like to quote the great Doctor Bruce Goldberg, “A
NUT”, in his marvelous untrumpable book from the late nineties,
“Time Travelers From Our Future”. Studying what I wrote in this
final paragraph peeps, will permit you to receive one hell of a huge
key into me, and into Morianity, and for that matter, into the
secret worlds that surround all of us, if nothing else is ever
achieved, maybe you can learn negatively, just as I taught my older
wonderful super daughter MY to do. She knows what I'm talking about,
I promise. If all this does is save you from being me, then my hell
on earth as present-time-me, counts at least for fucking something,
folks! Learn how not to behave at the store, little children, by
observing that screaming little brat that mommy cannot control, and
is taking all of our ears apart at the cash register. Well, as usual
good folks, I know I have more than said enough. To a lot of peeps,
they head scratch and say, “say what, what's being said buttwipe
Mountainpen''? Well, there is still hope for those who have
miraculously graduated from that really one celled mental state. I
hope there are a few out here, neutral, and who indeed have done
just that, hope burns eternal, right lovely luscious Twinbay from
Jersey?????????????????????? Bet you never thought you'd hear that
coming from asshole little me! WOW,
I
did say, Lois Foca 1980,
the
one and only 1980.
Well I may not be Bob the vampire, TDA, or Roseann either; or even
the retired carpenter from the future, back in 1981; but I knew
then, I was not imagining any of this wild stuff, by pure Yogi Berra
anti-happenstance-logic!!!! WEEEEE!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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