MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3
I
CAN PROVE IT, SO THEY MUST COVERTLY MURDER ME; CHAPTER 00063
(I—C--P--I--S--T--M--C--M--M)
Blue Moon, PHOTO COURTESY OF (THE WEATHER BUG PHOTOS). ISN'T DIANA
LOVELY HERE?
THE
GENIUS CHINES AND THEIR MARVELOUS I-CHING!
OFF
THE SCALE COMPUTER HACKING, THE WEBSITE FROZE ME, AND WOULD NOT ALLOW
ME TO XXXXXXXX OUT, SO I HAD TO CLOSE
THE OPEN OFFICE PROGRAM AND KILL THE COMPUTER MANUALLY, AND THEN HIT
CANCEL WHEN THE FREEZE BROKE OFF, AND THEN I RE-STARTED TO REALLY
CLEAR THE SHIT THAT HAD ME FUCKED UP, MIZZ BONDI, FLORIDA ATTORNEY
GENERAL. I AM SURE THEIR DIRT BAG MARKETS ARE
UP 500 POINTS, AND IS WHY I AM GOING THROUGH THIS INCREDIBLE
DEATH SIEGE AND MAJOR FUCKING STEPPED UP THANX-2-GIVENS SIEGE. IT
SEEMS TO BEGIN IN MIDDLE LATE SEPTEMBER OF EVERY YEAR, AND THEN
SLIGHTLY BACK OFF INTO OCTOBER FOR A FEW DAYS OR MAYBE A FULL WEEK,
AND THEN POW, BACK IT COMES TWICE AS BAD AS WHERE IT ALL FUCKING
BEGAN, HUH GREAT AND POWERFUL RESORTS INTERNATIONAL HOTEL AND 1978
CASINO, YO YO YO YO YO?
I
believe I mother fucking told you so, people.
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
I
KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTNG HAMMERED
BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE OVER THE FUCKING
CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE
ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT NIGHTMARE
FUCKING CRAP SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986. SAME OLD SAME OLD PASTE IN
PAGE, FOR ME, THINGS NEVER EVER GO OUT OF STYLE,NOR CANNOT I ESCAPE
THROUGH 'FUCKIGN' CUNT EATING DEATH AND HELL, LIKE THE REST OF YOU
LUCKY MOTHER FUCKERS THAT AT LEAST HAVE THE GRAVE TO LOOK FORWARD
TO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
Yes,
I also told you that when a parallel universe type-3-exploratron
jumps into next door nabe-Stanley late at night and he starts blaring
his video games at unholy hours, that is not the Stanley I know,
although he might disagree, and that is fine, but I TOLD YOU that
when this particular fuckiGN cunt exploratron comes to this universe,
MY NEXT DAY HERE IS TOTAL CUNT LAPPING MOTHER FUCKIGN TOTAL ASSHOLE
BASTARDS DOGSHIT HELL, CUBED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I TOLD YOU earlier in
this day on that other blog, I
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!! TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!! TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU,
TOLD YOU!!!! TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!! TOLD YOU,
TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!! TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD
YOU!!!! TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!! TOLD YOU, TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!! TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD
YOU!!!! TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!! TOLD YOU, TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am tired of being told by all of you out there in the world, that I
DON'T KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT;
and those super smart-ass know it all types like PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
have all the fucking answers. Fine; you go on believing that fucking
horse shit all that you wanna'
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
RED
ALERT----RED ALERT----RED ALERT----
RED
ALERT--------RED ALERT!!!
RED
ALERT----RED ALERT----RED ALERT----
TWO MAJOR BACK
TO BACK FIRE ALARMS, DISCONNECTED FROM SOMEONE AT MY HEALTH INSURANCE
COMPANY WHILE SPEAKING TO THEM ON MY LANDLINE TELEPHONE, STRANGE LOUD
PHONE-TONES WHILE SPEAKING THAT THE OTHER PARTY CLAIMED THEY DID NOT
HEAR, MAJR SNOWED-IN NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY PERSECUTION AND
HARASSMENT, IS BACK AT FULL 1987-1990 LEVELS, PAM BONDI, ARE YOU
GOING TO LET THESE MOTHER FUCKIGN JERK OFF MONSTERS KEEP KILLING A
PATHETIC OLD FUCKING MAN, MA'AM?????? YOU WON'T BE GETTING MY GOD DAM
VOTE!
KEEP
THIS FUCKING SHIT GOING, BECAUSE VERY SOON, MY MAGGIE WILL CAUSE SOME
GIANT VOLCANOES AND EARTHQUAKES ALL OVER THIS SEICK TWISTED EVIL
NATION AND WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS ROLLER
COASTER FUCKING STOCK MARKET IS BEHIND THIS, JUST AS IT WAS BACK IN
CUNT SNIFFING FUCKING TIME, AND THEY WILL KEEP THIS UP FOREVER IF I
DON'T WIPE OUT ALL OF FUCKING CUNT HUMANITY, SO I WILL HAVE TO DO
JUST THAT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, SO SORRY!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC,
YOU KNOW WHAT YOU MUST DO, OR YOU WILL BE TOTALLY WIPED OUT AND
DESTROYED!!!!!!!!!!!!
THESE
TURD SWALLOWING MOTHER FUCKERS HAVE NEVER BEEN THIS ARROGANT OR THIS
BRAVE SINCE AROUND 1987, MI, INTERESTING
CHOICE OF YEAR, TELL BIG LAND OWNER MY MOM WAS TOO BUSY TO GO SEE HER
DUMB ASS SHOW, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OCTOBER
21, 2014,
TUESDAY
AFTERNOON AT 2:36,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 73 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 100%, FEELING 78 DEGREES.
AT
LEAST IT IS NICE AND FUCKING COOL.
MOUSE
AND COMPUTER HACKING IS VERY VERY MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' BAD ALSO;
FCC, BOB MCDOWELL,
THIS WORLD WILL BE VERY SORRY WHEN THEY ARE ALL DEAD AND FUCKING GONE
FOR DOING THIS SHIT TO FUCKING INNOCENT LITTLE HELPLESS ME!!!!
_______
MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3______
CONTINUES
RIGHT FUCKING CUNT ALONG!!!
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3
ICPISTMCMM
CHAPTER
00061
POWERFUL
UNPLEASANT REVELATIONS HAVE BEEN GIVEN TO ME, AND SOME; I WILL SHARE
WITH YOU GOOD FOLKS, HERE NOW.
GOING
RIGHT BACK UP, AS ALWAYS, AND JUST AS I SAID!!!!!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP;
I TOLD YOU GINA.
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU.
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
MICHAEL MCNULTY, SIR, YO!
DON'T
YOU FUCKING MEAN, BOO-HOO-HOO, MIKE????
BEFORE
I GET INTO ANYTHING, IT REALLY IS NO BIG DEAL AT ALL TO SEE HOW THIS
STOCK MARKET WORKS. WE ALL KNOW IT GOES UP AND IT GOES
DOWN, AND MANY HAVE BETTER SENSES THAN THE MAJORITY, AS TO WHEN IT
WILL DO ONE OR THE OTHER. THE ONE PERCENT WORLD OWNERS HAVE A
CONNECTION OR DIRECT PIPELINE TO THE CLUB THAT KNOWS WITHOUT A DOUBT,
WHEN THE MAJORITY OF POSITION HOLDERS WILL INDEED BUY OR SELL, MAKING
IT DO ONE OR THE OTHER AS A RESULT. STILL, ONLY A FOOL KNOWS THAT
ANYONE OTHER THAN THIS, OR THE 99ERS AS I CALL THEM, HAVE ANY CHANCE
AT ALL TO SPECULATE. I OF COURSE KNOW A PARALLEL EVENT EXISTS WITH
PERSECUTING ME AND CAUSING IT TO CLIMB, BUT THAT IS EVEN BIGGER THAN
SECRET CLUBS LIKE THE BOHEMIANS AND WHO REALLY KNOWS, BUT THAY'RE OUT
THERE. STILL, AS I TOLD BEFORE, THE ACTUAL LONG TERM AVERAGED OUT
EFFECT OF THE PARALLEL EVENT OF HURTING ME TO GAIN POINTS, IS AT BEST
TWO POINTS PER DAY OF AVERAGE TRADING DAY CLIMB, ENDLESSLY, OR
CHANGING ABOUT ONE THIRD POINT TO TWO AND ONE THIRD POINTS. A BIG
SIGNIFICANT NUMBER, YET NOT ENOUGH TO MAKE BOOK AND KNOW THE
DIRECTION DAY TO DAY, HOUR BY HOUR, NOT EVEN ME. ALL I EVER SAID THAT
IF YOU PICK A DATE FROM JANUARY ONE THROUGH DECEMBER 31, AND ADD TEN
YEARS TO THAT DECADE, OR (1-DECADE), NEVER IN
THE HISTORY OF THE DOW JONES, HAS AN EARLIER DATE PRICE ON THE
DOW JONES THIRTY STOCKS, BEEN LOWER THAN THE LATER DATE, NOR THE
LATER DATE NOT BEEN HIGHER THAN THE DATE OF THE PAST DECADE. NEVER.
THIS IS WHY BOTH THE GREAT SUZIE ORMAN AND LOWLY NOBODY LITTLE
SHITHEAD ME, KNOW THAT THE ONLY WAY TO INVEST IN THE MARKET IS TO BUY
THESE INDUSTRIAL STOCKS, TO HOLD FOR EITHER ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, OR
FIVE DECADES, DEPENDING ON YOUR AGE. IT IS THE MOST POSSIBLE WAY TO
TAKE YOUR MONEY, AND WATCH IT GROW. WHILE MANY TRIPLE THEIR ACTION
IN DAYS IN FANCY SCHEMES AND FEW THEY MAY BE, AND MANY OTHERS DO WELL
DOUBLING their ACTION ANNUALLY ON SOMETHING HERE OR THERE, PIT ANY OF
THE 99ERS CLUB FOR 40 YEARS OF PLAYING AROUND, AGAINST JUST BEING IN
ON THESE DOW STOCKS FOR THOSE SAME 40 YEARS, AND I CAN PROMISE YOU
WHICH GROUP IN THE END WILL ALWAYS BE AHEAD, AND WHICH WILL ALWAYS BE
BEHIND, AS IN THE END, THERE REALLY IS ONLY ONE, JUST AS DUNCAN
MACLEOUD THE GREAT HIGHLANDER USED TO SAY SO WELL. HE IS TOTALLY
RIGHT, SO KEEP YOUR HEAD, AND NEVER TOUCH THE MARKET FOR SHORT RUN
PLAY, AND ALWAYS USE THE MARKET, IF YOU HAVE 3 OR 4 DECADES TO PLAY
WITH.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN & (MORIANITY)
SATAN
RULES EARTH!
FIRST
OFF, I AM NOT A PSYCHIC,
AND DO NOT BELIEVE IN THAT WORD.
I
NEVER LIKED IT AS I FELT I ALWAYS UNDERSTOOD A DEEPER TRUTH THAT WAS
BEHIND THIS PHENOMINON.
I BELIEVE WE ALL HAVE EXACTLY FIVE HUMAN SENSES. SEEING, HEARING,
SMELLING, TASTING, AND FEELING. NOW IT IS THAT FINAL ONE, FEELING,
THAT MAKES ONE, MORE OR LESS SENSITIVE TO 'COSMOS AND YOU', AS SO FAR
AS AN INTERACTION BETWEEN THE TWO OF YOU; SPEAKING QUITE
EXTEMPORANEOUSLY. SOME FEEL LESS THAN THE NORMAL RANGING PART OF THE
METER, IF SUCH A METER EXISTED. THESE WOULD BE THE SOCIOPATHS THAT
COULD WALK UP TO A LOVELY YOUNF GIRL OR ANY CHILD, OR ANY OLD GRANNY,
AND BASH THEM OVER THE HEAD OR RAPE THEM OR ROB THEM, AND SLEEP LIKE
A BABY THAT NIGHT WITH NO FEELINGS OR EMPATHY WHATSOEVER FOR THEIR
MOST RECENT DEALINGS WITH THEIR CO-HUMANITY. THEN THERE IS THE NORMAL
PARAMETERS OF THE METER WHERE JUST TO MAKE IT SIMPLE, I AM GOING TO
SAY IS 98%, SO THAT I CAN MAKE THREE METERS, THE 98 METER, AND THE
TWO ONE PERCENT METERS ON EACH SIDE, WHATEVER IT REALLY WOULD BE AS I
AM BUT GUESTIMATING OF COURSE. THE 1% ON THE LOWEST AND NO FEELING
SENSE OR THE SOCIOPATHS ARE ON THEIR SIDE OF THE 98 METER, WHILE ON
THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF IT, WOULD BE WHAT PEOPLE COMMONLY CALL FOR THE
PAST 50-100 YEARS OR SO, ''PSYCHICS''! NOW MANY TAKE THEIR GIFT OF
ENHANCED FEELING, AND DOUBLE BUBBLE IT UP WITH, JUST AS THAT
FANTASTIC CBS TELEVISION SHOW TAUGHT US ALL, AT LEAST ME AND I'LL BE
FIRST MAN AT THE GATE TO ADMIT IT; SHALL I SAY, THE CARNEY SHOW.
THERE ARE SO MANY TRICKS AND YES, THE DEFINITION OF A MENTALIST, JUST
AS IT SHOWS ON THE SHOW, IS ALL REAL, AND YES, LEARNING ALL OF THIS
MAKES ONE VERY ADEPT AT HANDLING THE WORLD AND ESPECIALLY IN SOCIAL
CIRCLES, BUT TAKE THAT AWAY, AND THERE IS STILL A ONE PERCENT WHO DO
INDEED HAVE A HIGHER TUNED SENSE OF FEEL, IT IS NOT A SIXTH SENSE,
BUT JUST THE SERNSE OF FEELING, MUCH HIGHER TUNED IN, AND WITH
PRACTICE AND AWARENESS TO THIS BEING THE TRUTH, YOU WOULD BE SHOCKED
AND SURPRISED, TO QUOTE THE GREAT DISCO DIVA DONNA SUMMER ON AN OLD
LATE 70'S RECORD ALBUM; JUST HOW ANYONE, CAN FINE TUNE AND HONE IN
THEIR SENSE OF FEEL, BASICALLY AS TH ESAYING IS GETTING A BIT FAMOUS
FOR RECENTLY, ''TURNING
IT UP TO AN ELEVEN'',
AND WHO KNOWS, POSSIBLY A 12, A 13; AS I SAID, WHO KNOWS? BUT FORGET
ALL THIS 6TH SENSE CRAP. IT IS 4 SENSES, AND THEN THE FEEL-SENSE,
TUNED EITHER LOW, HIGH, OR AS I SAID, TUNED AROUND THAT
AVERAGED-NORM OR MIDDLE 98% SOMEWHERE, GIVE OR TAKE; WHATEVER IT
REALLY IS. HOW CAN I POSSIBLY KNOW THE EXACT NUMBER? I AM JUST A BIG
FAT ASSHOLE NOBODY, BUT, I HAVE IDEAS, REVELATIONS; AND
I DO KNOW THE GODS;
WHETHER ANY ONE OF YOU OUT HERE, EVER WISH TO TAKE THAT SERIOUSLY OR
NOT. THIS IS NO SKIN OFF OF MY MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' NOSE; I
PROMISE YOU KIND PEOPLE!
Those
who seemingly can do miraculous things, even rarely, or not that
rarely, are misinterpreted all the time. We have the fear of physical
death to thank for this, and of course, along with that and resulting
from it, the many religions of the world. Anyone with technology 100
years ahead of any previous time, over the past 200 years and in the
following 200 years, can pretend he or she IS GOD ALMIGHTY, and you
all know this, or and I apologize but I WILL speak the truth, OR, you
flat out are a real fuckiGN dummy. Does all this lead and go
somewhere, I know many are asking, not just now, but so many times in
my Morianity, and then I know they get discouraged when I do not seem
to follow up as promised, on many things, in their time table of
desire. But folks, this is MY BLOF, my timetable, and when it is
time, I will indeed follow all pathways and doorways that I start to
lead you through, and I will most certainly definitely continue the
trek onward, with all these things, but it must be done according to
Morianity's timetable. You don't need to know the exact details to
what I am saying, why this is so, etcetera. You can follow me or
choose to ignore me, and I hope you choose DOOR NUMBER 1. I have
reasons for the order this is all in, whether or not the great Terry
Egghead from the Jersey Harbors, finds comfort in that, or naut, Miss
AT&T Blake from 1983, and everybody else as well. I cannot force
you to believe what I am going to tell you. The greatest pop diva of
all time, MC, had someone come to my health club, identifying
themselves as a cousin, later I learned the relationship was a bit
closer in than even that, but this all gets way too sensitive to go
on with. We are speaking of the 1994-1996 time circa, and the great
somewhat locally in New Jersey, area renown Haddonwood Health and
Swim Club of Deptford. PP told me that the club still is operational,
and has a large tennis club in Haddonfield. I used to pass this a lot
on the Patco Rail System known there locally, as the High Speed Line
Transit System. This man is more mysterious to me, than the great
Mariah Carey herself, as why did he come to me, and want me to
demonstrate some of my unusual abilities in so far as the seeming
manipulation of normal gravitational effects. Well, he was by
occupation an Aeronautical Engineer, and told me he was fascinated
since boyhood with defying or defeating gravity. It was during this
time period, that the club mysteriously shut down on a dime one day,
with no reason, no warning, poof. Maybe these two events were totally
unconnected with each other, but I won't lie to you ladies and
gentlemen, as I find that to be a pretty big horse pill for me to
swallow, but hay, I could be wrong. I ain't GOD!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
These
are just new doors that I am opening, and if you think you will be
led down into the long new corridors from here, on this blog, right
now, you can forget it, I do not have all night and all week long to
type, and you know, you would not have the time or the desire to read
a million words in the next week, from the Mountainpen. But I will
tell you two things and they do not come from the doors that I just
opened up, but you need to be told this.
The
reason for a lot of this death siege since late September this year,
was the PARALLEL EVENT, but not just the stock market, remember there
is an evil trilogy here, the DOW JONES, THE PHILADELPHIA FLYERS ICE
HOCKEY TEAM, AND THE PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES BASEBALL TEAM. A lot of
this was all because the preseason for the hockey sport was opening
up and had been around, and the lousy cheating Flyers who rely on
hurting me to get their WINS, as you personally witnessed last
weekend; were not going to allow themselves to sink any lower, so
they struck me, and
of course, KAPONG; they won. I posted the stats for all to see on my
previous fuckiGN blog.
While
I was pasting in these FLYERS STATS, this is when the airplane began
illegally buzzing me and circling this building early on Monday
morning, over and over and over.
No hacker assholes, not an Dover an Dover. GET
A FUCKING LIFE, you pathetic fuckiGN people,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
LOVELY TWINBAY, AND SURFER FONTANNA!
Now
about an hour or so after posting my previous blog as was just
discussed, whether the plane kept circling or not, I would not have
known as I had headphones on and was watching 'THE WEATHER CHANNEL',
on my Comcast television system. As you know I was harassed over the
weekend with some chemtrails, and suddenly a report about these
trails came on this early morning show that begins at 4 AM. It was
another PPPPPPPPPPPP deal, literally making me fall onto the floor
and the rug in humorous stitches, holding my mouth until I could find
a sock to stick into it, and roar out loud without disturbing any of
my wonderful saintly angelic nabes from hell. Let me please explain
why they had me in a fit of pure laughter, with the laugh on them,
thinking I am stupid enough to fall for their ridiculous nonsense. It
showed a sky filled with them, and they used the acceptable word for
them, that is short for condensation trails. They even admitted in
the beginning of the short-spot, that the skies turn into clouds and
they do not go away, and yet never came back to even try and explain
whay this change has occurred, only stating it as if we are supposed
to be in the second fuckign grade having to say our ABC'S and 1-2-3'S
and please some butt-wipe teacher who is paid to run game on kids
about stuff that has so little to do with adult reality and truth, it
could be distance measured in fuckiGN cunt parsecs without a small
stretch of the imagination. Like all you dumbed down sheeple, are
going to believe their nonsense. On one hand, they say what all the
Youtube posters discuss, and how they no longer are vanishing away,
but give no reason, and literally gloss right over it. When it ended,
and they had not done this, I reflected back to a time in Special
Education Class in the very early autumn in 1972, in misses Mildred
Young's class. I was to give a report in front of the class, on one
of the planets, don't ask me which, I have put all that shit out of
my mind, praise Scylla-Goddess, SSJKK. You will never believe me,
JANE FUCKING WHORE WITCH BITCH FONDA just got me at 2:11, remember my
computer is set an hour earlier, and I thought for sure, it was at
least twenty minutes fuckiGN past, and went to remove my sticky page
blocker; and boom; the
mother fucking shit slut nailed me but good,
so I need to compensate with a pasted-in FIVES, and then I will go on
with my report to the class on one of the planets, and how this ties
perfectly in with this short-spot on TWC, 42 years in the fuckiGN ass
future!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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So
here I am, about to give what I thought was a pretty good report, but
I admit, I knew it could have been better, and the previous night I
was planning to make some nice additional finishing touches that
would have sealed the deal for getting an 'A' on the project, but my
good old mom who loved to annoy me and fight with me over any
possible fuckiGN thing she could think of, was her dependable fuckiGN
self, and caused me to be too pissed off to finish, and I figured,
fuck it, go to sleep, it is good enough. Well, Bruce Pennock finished
his report on good old Planet Jupiter, following Donna Olivetto
delivering a fairly nice report on Mars, if I am at all remembering
this rotten fuckiGN day with any great accuracy that my great memory
normally affords me to be able to do. Now it was my turn, and you all
know if you read my first two years of blogs, in 2006 and 2007, I
detest getting up in front of any crowd of people, I cannot deal with
it, it is beyond what entertainers call 'stage freight', not that I
wasn't frightened, and shook while doing it so violently that my
papers nearly fell out of my hands on two separate occasions. I could
hear the first row of girls giggling at me, for my shitty
presentation and the way I shook like a scared twelve year old,
asking his first crush to be his girl. Between my rotten presentation
because I was so horrible at performing in front of people in any way
at all, definitely not a 'LFLD' thing, but between this and my sort
of less than Pennock-Perfect report, I finished it, sat down, and the
teacher said to me, and i'll never forget it if I live to be a
decillion fucking cunt years of age in this lifetime, the goddess
forbid: “Mark, your report was in complete”. I got a 'C', Bruce
and Donna got an 'A'; and the two others that participated in this
planet report project, got a 'B'. So why was I spinning all around
like Surly on the fuckiGN 3-Stooges, laughing my ass off when that
little stupid agenda-creation aired on TWC around middle morning
yesterday, you ask me? Simple folks. I was thinking that the real
thing missing here, was Mildred Young, my once great teacher at
Cooley Wormhole Hall, huh Bob McDowell, Now Chairman of the FCC; as
this would have earned TWC the very same negative but true comment
from this very skilled and great teacher, Misses Young. I was
picturing in my fucking head, the short-spot ending, and then her
being right there in that new lab of theirs, and Donald Cousin Trump
standing there scowling, and then hearing her say to all of them,
“Your report was incomplete”, as folks, you can bet your ass I am
not easily fooled and fucked with, and I am not SHEEPLE, Mister Alex
Jones, sir. This really needed Misses Young to be resurrected and
brought to The Weather Channel (TWC), so she could have chimed right
in with that great sentence of criticism of hers. If any report was
ever the quintessential of incompleteness, THIS WAS IT, and it is
funny, usually shit like this is aired over and over; and it is
almost as if they knew I was a day in the future, making fun of it;
and rightfully so, as much as I love and enjoy 'TWC', despite
despising their owners; the
garbage NBC NETWORK,
as they were around before garbage NBC bought them out, just as
DISNEY was around, before ABC plucked them up.
I
CAN'T FORCE YOU TO BELIEVE ME AND GIVE ME AN OUNCE OF FUCKING
CREDIBILITY. I CANNOT FORCE THE AUTHORITIES TO EVER GET THIS SHIT
STOPPED AROUND ME, THAT I HAVE HAD TO SUFFER FUCKING THROUGH, FOR
NEARLY THIRTY GOD DAM ASS YEARS. AND I CANNOT THINK OF GETTING ANY
HELP FROM PAM BONDI OR STATE AND FEDERAL AUTHORITIES IN ANY CAPACITY;
NOT WHEN I HAND THEM DECADES OF
INDISPUTABLE EVIDENCE AND ALL THEY CAN THINK OF IS
SENDING MY TO A FUCKING CUNT SUCKING ASS SIKE WARD!
ISN'T
SHE LOVELY, STEVIE?
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
Programs
Do
you think that other things were not going on, that were about as
spurious as a happy starving lion; during not only the Haddonwood
times, but ever since my days working at the RPL SOUND STUDIO LABS OF
CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY, PEOPLE? There are so many clues to point to the
facts that I will never understand SARAH KRASSLE, but that like the
Q-GIRL, on Star Trek-TNG, the 1992 episode; where I feel like Riker
Rag Doll, in her lovely mouth; instead of her coming to her senses
and ending the little adventure with her as princess and him as the
abducted lover against his will, who she then made suddenly fall in
love with her, real life ain't fictional television, but ki do
believe that I both enemies, AND FRIENDS, in the EW (Entertainment
World), and that covertly, the only way they dare and stay in power,
make shows like this, for me, and only for me, to draw on, in the
future, when it all comes into my actual STM illusion, and need those
extra cylinders to kick in and get my car up that mountain. I did not
need this in 1992, but I did need to come to an understanding of the
great SSJKK, and with this knowledge from the great Roddenberry show,
this was like chugging up the mountain and then the four barrel part
of the engine, kicking in the needed power, RIGHT
ON Q,
pun intended. None of you see what I am up against, or if you do, you
stay silent and smart, if this second part is what is true, I suppose
you all are to be commended, as why should you die for me, and who
made you my personal heroes, just because you happened to stumble
onto my lousy stinking fucking blog? There is no escaping this wild
and beyond marvelous white hot eternal all powerful TEEN QUEEN. She
is exactly 16 years old every second inside of our universe and all
of our universes in what is called the 5-D multiverse of hyperspace.
DID
SOMEBODY JUST ASK ME WHAT IS MAYOR CALLIO-BOTBAR OF DISNEY'S GREAT
HALLOWEENTOWN??????????????????????????
BOTBAR,
meaning
Bottom
Of
The
Barrel
Already
Rated.
HOLY
frikkin' RING-BOATS!
This
also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!
BOTBAR,
meaning
Bottom
Of
The
Barrel
Already
Rated.
HOLY
frikkin' RING-BOATS!
This
also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!
BOTBAR,
meaning
Bottom
Of
The
Barrel
Already
Rated.
HOLY
frikkin' RING-BOATS!
This
also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!
BOTBAR,
meaning
Bottom
Of
The
Barrel
Already
Rated.
HOLY
frikkin' RING-BOATS!
This
also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!
BOTBAR,
meaning
Bottom
Of
The
Barrel
Already
Rated.
HOLY
frikkin' RING-BOATS!
This
also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!
BOTBAR,
meaning
Bottom
Of
The
Barrel
Already
Rated.
HOLY
frikkin' RING-BOATS!
This
also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!
BOTBAR,
meaning
Bottom
Of
The
Barrel
Already
Rated.
HOLY
frikkin' RING-BOATS!
This
also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!
BOTBAR,
meaning
Bottom
Of
The
Barrel
Already
Rated.
HOLY
frikkin' RING-BOATS!
This
also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!
BOTBAR,
meaning
Bottom
Of
The
Barrel
Already
Rated.
HOLY
frikkin' RING-BOATS!
This
also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!
BOTBAR,
meaning
Bottom
Of
The
Barrel
Already
Rated.
HOLY
frikkin' RING-BOATS!
This
also translates to the life of MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!
I
have no idea why people think I am so fascinating, and copy so many
parts and pieces of my life, but I am complimented that I mean so
much to you all these years. This brings us to a question that you
won't like, people. What are you going to do after I have gone
forever away???????????????? Hay, if Jim Burr can ask these hard
hitting questions of me regarding my mom, and he sure happened to be
right on the fuckiGN ass money on that one, but still, then I can ask
this of all of you, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
ENOUGH
TORTURE OF PATHETIC ME, MILITFORCE JERK
FUCKING
OFFS, OR CALIFORNIA IS UNDER WATER!!!!
Well,
I have spoken a small amount of my peace for this day and this blog.
If
you can read OLD TESTAMENT MORIANITY, AND THEN COMPARE IT WITH NEW,
just as with old and new testaments of the Holy Bible, and not see
this incredible shit is even wilder than the bible itself, and why
not, with SSJKK right in the middle of it; but if you cannot see
this, then why you ever read one more word of any of this, makes me
want to crawl in your head and examine the inner workings up in
there. Let me tell you what I was told by a strange entity in
hyperspace, who told me that he travels, and yet lives quite simply
in numerous universes, through his doubles, and this took place in
what you would see as last night's dream that I was having before
awakening for the day. Snow was all over the place, and where I was,
in anyone's guess, not just in hyperspace, but what part of planet
Earth I was on. I was married to a nice woman and had a nice family
of about four kids if memory is serving me at all correctly; and I
worked in some very strange garage with another man, and after we had
been outside and trudging around in some very deep snow, we came in,
and sat down, and we each had a snack, and he told me to sit down as
he needed to talk to me. I only remembered being who I was there, so
I was only a TYPE-1-EXPLORATRON. Suddenly, I broke open a small
vending machine sized bag of pretzels and popped the lid of a soda
can, and found that I was sitting at a desk and at the other end,
this other dude also sat there munching on his snack. He started to
tell me something huge, regarding how Morianity is spreading in many
universes, and that I need some real help if I am going to be more
successful at spreading it in mine, and instantly I knew who I was
here, and that I was dreaming inside this other double of me, and
also, that this dude knew all this already. He went onto say that
Morianity as I have it since trying to blog it since 2006, is doomed
to fail, because it mixes up teachings of a powerful new religion,
with the personal life story of the one telling it. I then remember
blurting out that didn't Jesus and the Holy Bible have a great
similarity to this very thing, since you now just had brought it to
my attention? He chuckled softly, peered into my eyes in a glare that
you simply could not remove a stare-back with him, and he said to me,
it might have to be started all over again, using what you now have
as merely the outline, and redoing this, with the right people that
believe as we do, helping you out, in lieu of your operation in total
isolation and anger. I sort of agreed with him and wanted to speak
much more on this, but the door opened, and it was our wives, and my
wife had our children with her. They grabbed my pretzels and that is
the last thing that I remember, other than coming back as you would
say, awake and alive here in this real tangible world, which of
course, is anything fuckiGN but the truth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Naturally, all these new corridors I am starting to walk you all
through, will if you're patient, show you mind bending stuff as we
keep plugging right along. I would be so grateful if my readers could
once in a while, tell a friend or two, or go into the chat-rooms of
those interested in paranormal topics, UFO, abduction, alien,
paranormal, esoteric and supernatural, syfy, quantum dynamics,
general high sciences, and so forth. There are millions who would at
least want to see what this morianity is all about and then judge it
all for themselves, but they cannot, because the playing field is so
un-level. It takes big money to get the fact out that you so much as
exist in this world,and is no different that the way the majors all
work their music rotation system through what I have come to call,
CLEVER/HIDDEN PLAYOLA, or (CHP), pronounce it CHIP, after-all, it's
apropos enough to do this. I could say much more, and can only ask
you to help me get out there with this message called MORIANITY. If I
do not grow a little faster next year, I will take it all down, and
indeed, follow the advice of a new found friend from a parallel
universe, and re-do it all, quite differently, perhaps a half decade
or more, out into the future, and under a totally different name, and
unrecognizable new formats and adaptations so as to confuse the first
attempt to do this, with the next one.
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
ICPISTMCMM
CHAPTER
00063
I
fucking told you I can read the signs, lads and lassies!
SATAN
IS ALIVE AND WELL. WHENEVER THE IDIOT NEXT DOOR PLAYS VIDEOGAMES ALL
NIGHT LONG, YOU KNOW SOMETHING'S
BREWING/////////////////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\,
BUT I DOUBT THAT EVEN THE MAGICAL MACHINE CALLED KEYBOARDS FROM
PETAHELL, WILL FIX THE NIGHTMARE I AM IN. ALSO FOLKS:
SATAN
INVENTED KEYBOARDS FROM P.H.
SSSSSSSOMETHING
IS UP!
SSSSSSSOOOOOOO,
WHAT IS IT, ART CRANE?
SCREW
THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD!
SCREW
THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD!
SCREW
THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD!
SCREW
THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD!
SCREW
THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD!
SCREW
THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD!
SCREW
THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD!
SCREW
THE WHOLE FUCKING ICPE-APE MILI-2-FORCE!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
MISTER MIKE MCNULTY FROM 1971.
SCREW
THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD!
SCREW
THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD!
SCREW
THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD!
SCREW
THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD!
HERE
COMES THE MOTHER FUCKING (`~HACK), FCC, BOB MCDOWELL, SIR, AND OLD
1972 BUDDY OF MINE, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
HAD 100 MAJOR HORRENDOUS OTAMMIC ASSAULTS OVER THE PAST THREE WEEKS,
BACK TO BACK. I FEEL QUITE CONFIDENT THIS IS BY NO MEANS OVER, AND
WILL TELL YOU WHY IN A SHORT WAY. SO ALL COLLEGE HAZING PEEPS,
SHOULD BE READING THIS BLOG. I
PROMISE YOU THAT, KIND
FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
peeps, this was a lot more than just a monstrous 'Hitler-like'
inhuman and monstrous attack, against another human being, made of
mere pathetic weak flesh and blood!!!!!!!!!! Rather, this was the
start of a new age in my life, AGAIN, perhaps, and only time can and
will tell.
POLLUTION
COMMERICALS WITH MY VOICE ON THEM IN THE LATE 60'S, HIT SONGS LIKE
UNDER THE BOARDWALK, GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK, BRAH! Well, break or no
break, Kitkat or no Kitkat bars of quintessential yummyness, and
hacked mouses all notwithstanding, Stacey Jack-hack-attack Lattisaw
of 1982; please watch over me old friend from 10 years even earlier
than this in Daniel Mackey's class at Wormhole Cooley Hall, as I am
getting super loud noise by neighbors since 5 and 6 this morning, and
I am getting lots of computer hacking with this new worms in the
mouse fucking crap as well, YO! This
will only keep getting worse and worse, Microsucks
Light-Bulb-HACKERS! This
hacking is major, and it just started up five minutes ago about 5
minutes into this blog, Federal Bureau of investigation, and Federal
Communications Commission, and Sheriff
Ken Mascara,
and Florida State Police, and Florida AG, Mizz
Pam Bondi,
MAHM!!!!!! I
TOLD YOU GINA,
I
TOLD YOU GINA,
I
TOLD YOU GINA,
I
TOLD YOU, BUT NO ONE WILL LISTEN TO ME OR BELIEVE ME, PRESIDENT
OBAMA, SIR!!!!!!
These
mother fucking jerk off MILI-2-FAWCE SCUM SUCKING TOILET WATER
DRINKERS woke me up with a sore throat, which happens very frequently
during these periods of major fucking cock sucking CHEMTRAIL ASSAULTS
UPON ME!!!!!
Now
here is the huge shit. I fell asleep last night watching that wild
VHS-videotape from the Good-Will store, the one that I purchased as a
blank and was not a blank. I told you how these people from Oyster
Creek, New York; were making this video tape, on an earlier previous
blog. I feel totally confident, from hearing what I did, and seeing
some of the background; that this was my cousin Christine Myers'
grandson, and his wife, and their young son, and daughter. After a
lot of stuff, the tape reverted to what had been previously recorded
onto it, a movie. Hence they had used a section of the beginning of
the videotape, to record over to make this documentary. Then came the
movie, with normal news from Channel-4 New York, that would cut in
during commercial breaks as well as several scrawl lines during the
movie that took place during World War 2, which these fucked up
Microsucks programs don't let you print correctly as we were taught
to in my school days, with two capital (W) letters followed by two
vertical one lines, try it on a word or office program, and it
insists on not doing it the right way, this fucking world has gone
totally nuts in a very short fucking space of time, but let me not
get away from this major fucking shit, good people. This movie is
called, “The Two Misses Grenvilles” or some similar name. The big
news item of the day was the longest that two people so far, had been
married, a deep late season snowfall that was coming to the area, and
on top of this, this movie had a part in it that was off the scale
major. This dude was telling his wife who he seemed to have
difficulty with due to snooty family stuff that was even a more
prevalent item back in those war days than it is today; and he was
talking about Sinko Damayo only not calling it that, merely saying
that 'May the fifth of 1955' is, and I quote him, ''5-5-5-5''. Get
the movie if you don't believe me. Channel 4 New York City was airing
it sometime in the early spring time in 1987, according to this
videotape from my cousin Christine's offspring, the dog-walker; and
wow do the offspring have noisy dogs. I woke up to more than one
thing after falling asleep watching this video fucking tape, peeps.
We have a brand new noisy dog in the apartment either across from me
or down the hall by one across from Stanley's crib. Hollering and
noise and a very loud dog at 6 in the morning. It will be a matter of
time before Debbie Moratto puts a stop to this bullshit, but there is
so much more to tell.
I
have now been invited to join the EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY.
THEY
CAME TO ME IN MY DREAMS LAST NIGHT,
and asked me if I wanted to join them. It seems that they are a magic
group of many people who are trying to form several almost
sixties-hippie type of 'governing bodies' you know, commune style,
and they practiced 'real magic', not witchcraft of fake trick magic,
to quote them. They had the power of Tallos 4 like in the original
STAR TREK. Music was beyond a major part of their operation, and they
explained that logic and my current thinking process would not allow
me to be able to be shown just how it all connects and is so
important to them, but that it just does and is, and for now I needed
to merely accept this as total truth. A man then got up in this
rectangular room that a lot of us were in and did a magic trick. I
was the only one who could see clearly what was behind the trick,
sort of like what is behind the famous OZ CURTAINS. Some lovely young
blond girl was doing these things plain as day, but not one other
person could see her. After all of this was done and the invite to
join was made, I told them I would think it over, and then they said
I needed to meet, and I quote, ''The ladies''. It seems that two very
wild women of about mid thirtyish age, were either in charge of this
local chapter of the ESS that I was with, or over all of them, but
they were revered and most told me that they were very afraid to ever
displease either of them for any reason. Loyalty was very important,
and once committed, a treasonous act against them would be like the
unpardonable sin in normal worldly circles, and would have beyond
dire consequences. A sign hung over a bed in this room, where other
beds, and dozens of musical instrument amplifiers; were scattered all
over the place; and it read, “THERE IS NO REASON FOR TREASON”. It
is absolutely unforgivable, and always extremely punishable, and to
quote a dude there when I pointed to the sign in his presence, he
went onto say to me, “far beyond ordinary human concepts of death
and hell”. I was quite effected by his words, yet wanted to meet
these ''ladies''. So they took me to an open field and said they had
to leave or else they would not come and speak with me. In no time,
they were there. They had numerous face masks. They came as ugly
story book type witches, real scary and ugly appearing, and then they
took off the masks and were very attractive. Then they kept taking
more and more disguises off, and I stood there watching their
appearances alter over and over, and when they were all done, the
very last mask and look of these two ladies, were exactly where they
started. They proceeded to also ask me after this had all happened,
''Do you want to join us now'', and I again repeated what I had said
earlier, ''Let me think about it''. Then I was ''dream-shifted'' back
into where I was watching the early part of that VHS tape that I fell
asleep later to during that long movie that was obviously recorded
over at the beginning, by my distant cousins up on long Island, Woody
Guthrie, sir. Then I realized I had taken off my headphones and
placed them beside me. I was awake and got up to piss and take some
water. Suddenly I thought somehow the noisy dogs in that house had
been magically transported into my apartment here, but realized, even
though it was still dark and just past 6, this was all going on out
beyond my door.
As
to whether or not I will intentionally go back to these ESS peeps and
join, this is a major decision. I feel my kid is behind all of this,
and I know that she has a lot of powerful friends who have all done a
lot of wild stuff to me now over decades of time. Even the Islander
Cifaloglio's had their turn in a lot of this, the Darius Deezee
thing, the magazine left for me to find thing, and on and on I could
go, with or without Pedigree Loud Dog Food. Yes the wife of Delmo was
an islander, and not a hockey player or a Roseann Delaney neck biter.
I
DEMAND MY PROPS
FOLKS!!!!!!
THINGS
WERE NOT COOL YESTERDAY,
in
more ways than just fucking cunt lapping temperature!!!!!!!!!
WOW
IS LIFE A PUSSY CHEWING NIGHTMARE!!!!!!
I
AM GETTING VERY FUCKING TIRED
OF SUPER
SUPER MOTHER FUCKING CUNT LICKING BOTBAR DAYS, ONE AFTER ANOTHER,
FOLKS!!!!
I
NEED HELP BIG TIME, ALL AUTHORITIES OUT HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK
YOU.
MY
WOMO-MILITUFORCE LAMBRIGG ENEMIES, MAKE A THOUSAND BIBLICAL DEVILS,
ALL PUT TOGETHER; LOOK LIKE 5 MOTHER THERESAS.
MY
PREDICTION FOR THE DOW FUCKING CUNT JONES STOCK MARKETS:
THIS
WEEK, 1000 POINT FUCKING GAIN TO OVER 17,000 POINTS.
END
OF MARCH, 17,500 POINTS.
END
OF APRIL, 18,000 POINTS.
END
OF SUMMER OF 2014, 26,485 POINTS.
I
said it before, and I'll say it again and again, even if lovely
Twinbay hates me for it, good people; and you all may totally quote
me;
“Oh
boy, life stinks”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ANYONE
UNABLE TO SEE THAT AN EVIL EMPIRE, THAT MAKES OLD ROME LOOK
BENEVALENT IN COMPARISON; IS
DESTROYING AN INNOCENT MAN,
FOR SAKE OF THEIR
DIRT BAG EMPIRE;
YOU KNOW, BETTER FOR ONE TO SUFFER AND RAISE UP THE GREAT EVIL
'FUCKIGN' CUNT EMPIRE USA, WELL, FINE; BUT IN THE END, THEY WILL HAVE
HELL TO PAY. FOREVER AND FOREVER AND 'FUCKIGN' CUNT EATING FOREVER. I
PROMISE YOU THAT,
FOLKS!!!! WHAT
WILL THESE PUSSY CHEWING DIRT BAGS DO, AFTER I AM SOON GONE AND
DUST???????????????
HOW WILL THEY SURVIVE? HOW
WILL THE EMPIRE SURVIVE?
CAN'T YOU SEE ONCE I AM GONE, THIS ENTIRE EMPIRE IS GOING TO BE
MOTHER
'FUCKIGN' TOAST;
LADIES AND GENTS. CAN'T
YOU REALLY SEE THIS
OR ARE YOU ALL AS RETARDED AS A MILLION MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' 'SPECIAL-ED'
CLASSES, ALL PUT 'FUCKIGN' CUNT TOGETHER; YO YO YO YO YO YO?????
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
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