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Big ass heroes ''aren't they''; Mark Juicy-Fruit Bruner?
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CHAPTER
011, MARK WAYNE MOHR'S FINAL DYING WORDS
NOVEMBER
12, 2014,
WEDNESDAY
MORNING AT 4:27,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 58 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 100%, WIND CHILL IS 57.
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You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue
and olive pits?
An
angry mother.
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly
sure of is that you cannot be sure of anything. Sorry Twinbay but
you be me and try being an optimist, lovely girl!
There
are some people in science who think they are close to
understanding cosmos and our place in it. You can't tell geeks and
nerds anything any more than you can tell jocks and turds
anything. So interrogate me all night long on City Line Avenue,
and give me false memories of being out on rafts and target
shooting beer cans. Slowly, my memories are all flooding back in,
meeeester Meeguire!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
ain't over by a long shot. Very soon, Mizz Bondi,a package will
arrive. Inside of it will be a bunch of shit that proves some huge
shit that these blogs talk about, Mizz Attorney
General!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please be looking.
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NOVEMBER
12, 2014,
WEDNESDAY
MORNING AT 4:27,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 58 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 100%, WIND CHILL IS 57.
Last
night, Diana was with me in powerful dreams.
Her
bright yellow lightning was all over me. I was in heaven by every way
of looking at it.
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LOVE YOU SO VERY MUCH, MY LIGHTNING. LET YOUR WONDERFUL COSMIC
CODES SHOW HOW YOU REVEALED TO ME, YOU ARE MIDDIE; AND WORKED WITH
ME FOR SO LONG, AND PUT UP WITH ME; TEEN QUEEN
GODDESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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OF THE WEATHER BUG!!!
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Rip tide warning
FUCKING
WHORE JANE GOT ME AGAIN, PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN. WOW ARE YOU A FUCKING
DEAD PERSON IF I EVER RUN THE HELL INTO YOU FOR WHAT YOU
DID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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THE
WEATHER BUG,
In
Partnership With
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
Local Weather Cameras
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
Yes
King David, Talk
about wanting to freaking wash your hands!
Holy
mother of fucking goddess, I assure you, my pants are not on fire;
but
I am quite well done and broiled!!!!!!!!!!!!!
See
it for yourselves, this is one example and I have twenty fucking
thousand more of them since 1986 when this shit all got started.
Right
around one in the dam afternoon, the nabe next to me started fucking
with me for no reason at all.
BOOM, then a few minutes later, a falling DOW JONES turned right the
fuck around, AND SHOT RIGHT BACK CUNT LAPPING FUCKING UP. THIS
IS CALLED APPLYING PARALLEL EVENT, OR
ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll guarantee you that if this was
happening to you in an organized way by the owners of the world for
nearly 30 years, you would have done something way fucking crazy
wild, a long mother fuckiGN time ago, talk about a blow to the
fuckiGN empire. Jesus
Christ!
And no, it is most certainly NOT APRIL
11, 2014,BUT, Doctor Lang and Mizz Patton's boyz, it is an EARLY
FRIDAY MORNING AT 4:28, HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, WHAAAAAAAA!!!!!! Oh
the great subatomic gods (ASTRAL),
Prof. Kaku sir; what are we gonna' do with this blind poor old world,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO?????????
No
one is even close to understanding hyperspace and parallel universes,
nor do they seem to grasp how the famous formula we all know and love
is why we are able to live inside this illusion of tangible life,
with MIND dividing the energy world by C-SQ, permitting a physical
interaction, our bodies inside of a physical and material realm
cosmos. This is why they cannot begin to see how our dreaming mind
takes us to all of the parallel realities where we are existing, and
without being able toconvey these truths to the smartest people on
Earth, how can I hope to tell thedumber ones? And if I cannot do
this, how do I get into how my life works, and stuff like fuckign
towel seepage examples, and so on? How am I supposed to explain a
thing to a totally blind stupid fucking society? You see, they don't
want to hear me, so I am the bad guy, the nut case, the sike ward
escapee, the fall guy, the asshole, and a million other names. Well,
I may be dumb, but the day BOO called up my house up in the hood of
Fort Pierce in the late summer of 2010 or early in the autumn
somewhere, from County Jail, well, I knew it all had to fit.
Otherwise al of this, even all my tapes from 1984, could be
rationally explained. But after BOO, well, happy Halloween, belatedly
of course, to all Botbar mayors, all Atlantic City evil doers, and
all manner of hellish demonic pricks who dream into this world and
make continual trouble for me, their personal ever improving fucking
art-form. Misses Marola of 1969, oh great educator, why won't you
mother fucking vindicate me with the world, and tell them all this
shit is 100% the truth, right down to Grant O'Neil and his lovely
girlfriend, the 1969 miss America, and how you made me alter my
schedule so you could set me up. I know now a lot more happened then
I remember on that 30 day in May back then. I even remember the true
identity of John Chaingiver and all that was done to set all this up.
Normal folks don't fuckiGN carry 50,000 dollars in cash money in
their wallets every day of the week. Astee and her hubby were in on
it, and Simon the tutor and his cuzz the Beatle, they too. After-all
he even made a hit fuckiGN song out of shit by just altering a few
little things, yet my so-called 'psychic abilities' allowed me to
keep having these wild dreams when that song was hot on the radio
early in the dam ass seventies. Let me add in one more 'B' for
anyone's bonnet that would just about drive anybody half nuts in ten
seconds, and not just poor old Joe Paget. Recently somebody without
meaning to, said something huge, that makes me come to a new major
theory about why the Camden, New Jersey ADA back around 1995
somewhere, insisted that all of my problems are rooted somehow, out
in Carlisle in Pennsylvania. If I told more, I would be crucified by
tons of various horrendous persecutions, so I must for now, shut up,
at least for a fraction of an hour and be drilled by snotty little
girls at bus stops regarding my marital status!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
really still cannot believe I followed my daughter through that
fence, where was my fuckiGN mind, Uncle Heinz? Fuck the dam ice cream
you buttwipes up on that dam ass island, the clue in there, without
the movies, is just what I GOT TWALD, and not so much what I have
been telling lovely giant GINA!!!!!
I
want this on the record; old friend from 1972, in Dan Mackey's class,
at Cooley Hall at school, Bob McDowell; and all other authorities
out here, who need to do their job to protect and ensure my civil
freaking rights, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stiemetz,
Rosenberg, Marola, McKinnon, where does it really start and stop, Bob
McDowell, and John McDowell.
Well, you and mom go empty a bedpan or two, while I contemplate my
lack of second dam chances in this rotten fucking hell you call
LIFE!!!!!!!
THIS
BLOG ENDS FOR RIGHT NOW, ZIGGY!
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