MARK
WAYNE MOHR'S FINAL DYING WORDS
CHAPTERS
015-016-017 NON DELLWAY ARMS
The
Womo-Milituforce injured my guts a few days ago with one of their
subsonic death ray beam attacks. As if my health isn't bad enough,
they make it worse all the time. Also, they broke in here and stole
my copyright certificate, and they also damaged another electronic
machine. One of my DVD-CD-VHS machines has been fucked with. These
animals broke intentionally, the DVD side of it, and it won't eject,
or the door of it opens just a crack and you can see someone
intentionally mother fucking caused damage to it, so I now know
without a doubt that that repairman in Port Saint Lucie back in the
earlier part of the year, wasn't making it up when he said someone
spilled a whole bunch of oil inside that other machine, in the
VHS-TAPE part. I thought he was lying, but I now know he wasn't, Miss
Attorney General of Florida, not that you care or are willing to do
your job against this pure mother fuckiGN evil that is being
continually perpetrated against me, ma'am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
NOVEMBER
15, 2014,
EARLY
SATURDAY AFTERNOON AT 12:53,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 78 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
OF TEMP ON THE DAY (H-79/L-56)
HUMIDITY
IS 65%, IT FEELS 81
Our
first fire alarm of the weekend happened at or just past half past
noon. Engine 15 responded, and is gone now. SOSO-WEIN-SSDD??????????
Yes,
don't worry about the three chapter numbers being all commingled into
this one 15-16-17. This all has to do with my own computer files, and
for the most part, Mister Bob McDowell, an incredible amount of BLACK
HAT COMPUTER HACKING. Yesterday, my virus protection system cleared
out a lot of stuff and told me to shut down my internet, and it took
a while but it seems to be better. They only fuck with it all over
again, Federal Communications Commission, old pal from 1972.
Transdimensional color pikes all notwithstanding from New Jersey, huh
all Sarah's, and LORDESS only knows how many that truly is, on or off
of October 31. It's hot and oppressive, and my AC unit just kicked on
as it has been doing since 10:45, set at 75 degrees. Eternal bright
sunshine and heat is always mine in this glorious mother fucking hell
hole of Fort Pierce, Florida. Send me some nice cool air, Mizz
Snowmaker and I'll sit here apologizing all night for ALL of the dam
incest in my family!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't
make so much trouble for me Maria Shoemaker, owner of Highview
Apartments. Yes, I'm just begging here, you know, dear sweet little
me, who tries so hard all the time just to be free. Wow has this
world changed. Those Copyright meanie's, in that Washington Office;
they'd take your last fuckiGN drop of blood and hang up on you, if
you take more than a moment of their precious fucking time, huh Diana
girl? Yes, I still need you so and know that you need me
too-2222222222222222222! Some mouse hacking is starting up,
FCC!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yeah, good old 1985 and 1986 and Marie Shoemaker,
and lovely daughter Tracy the engineer from wreck-me-blond Technion
Furniture!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I just dropped all
the tech, and just drive a Dodge, Neon that is, Jed Clampett, not
Texas fucking tea or black gold, but that wet gold, lovely gorgeous
Brooke, WOW would I love an hour or a day with you sometime, sweet
cakes!!!!!!!
More
mouse hacking, Mister McDowell, FCC! What the fuck else is new,
certainly not any Johnny fucker Faster jokes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA MIKE MCNULTY from a year ago, from those days,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Oh
yes sir/ma'am, PCN-440 was the answer I got for why I am under such
vicious death siege again all last week, and especially the day I
went to my worthless cunt chewing doctor's office. You do the cunt
chewing mathematics, great people, or whatever.
God
I'm hotter than shit and envy the great north. Not you
NSA-OLLIE!!!!!!!!!!!! How much did you all pay off Cousin Christine
Myers up on the fuckiGN island to pull all this off over the past 42
years now, WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF, Christ, Mark the hypnotist, Allan the
sike ward son of parent-travelers, Dick the EW-ESS traveler, and I
could go on with this and all my SARAH'S 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jesus
fuckiGN Christ almighty, YO BRAHHHHHHH!
I
am getting major fuckiGN mouse fucking hacking now, BOB FCC MCDOWELL,
gee, you wonder why djusay?????????????????????? Adjust this,
Microsoft, ''($%%^*%^(!@$%^*&*@#$%!~#$@!$#^!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!''
Oh
fucking cunt yes folks, the second I typed up and published how I
merely used the mother fucking 4-5/5-4 roulette crossover grouping in
nines method in tandem with the betting selection system I use that
was merely my luck testing system for quite a while, it failed. I
used to think I was going mother fucking crazier than a cock sucking
loon bird cubed back when I played for decades in the casinos of New
Jersey, and all this type of wild unexplable quantum dynamic crap
happened with unrelenting mother fuckign regularity. I wasn't nuts,
it's all a dam fucking KARGE-SIMULATION, and it is programed that
when I am under this hellishness cubed by fucking cunt major
miserable rotten Otammic enemies from HELL;
winning in a gaming situation is 100%
impossible, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jane
Fuckingwhore Trashass Fonda came whisper fuckiGN close
to nailing my ugly big fat god dam fucking ass, people, I blocked
both sides of my computer cunt eating screen just in cunt sniffing
fucking time, one side for the dam ass time, the other for page
eleven of cunt huffing eleven!!!!!!!!
Let
me cunt phlegm rape (compensate) aniwho, my BRO! YOU
REALLY PISS ME OFF GIRL!!!!!!!!!
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AHA-AHA-AHA
MIKE. EAT YOUR HEART OUT BACK IN TIME, YOU WORM. Old morbid Mark is
talking to you, buttwipe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEIT.
HERE
I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE. SO
DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED, COME AND
SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU FARTED!!!!!!!!!
James
Bond, and the inner child of humanity, wow; what a wild and ethereal
combination of split realities. Lots of my songs from the eighties,
or the lyrics to them; come to mind as I think about all of that,
peeps. Screen names, screens, old blogs; and me making phone calls to
Mister Gates and Mister Mets, huh United States Copyright Office?
Wow, was Donna Gaines Summer correct, when she said ''Daddy said stay
away''. You know I sent you her old shit, YO. I already lived up
here, and knew this entire mess; but I was blocking it. We
all block the bad shit we know via STM.
I am no different at all from any of you, other than for the simple
truth that I don't block the awareness of this all existing and being
a part of reality, not a psych delusion that is created out of a
mental fucking illness. Here is mental illness, Dave Roth, right up
there, right there on 295 highway, out to the fucking east on that
night in the early nineties, there's all the mental fucking illness
you can ever dare to handle, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Oh
yes, now I copy eight fucking bets to go either the way the first bet
went, if it won in the group, I go for a win, and if it lost in the
group, I reverse what the system would have me bet for the other
eight bets in the 9-group column. 'WO'
Billy Harner; let's see the
cunt chewing quantum effects wipe this out; as it has been
KICKING FUCKING CUNT ASS, YO!!!
4
you Buddhists out here; I KNOW YOUR BELIEF SYSTEM IS THE ONLY ONE
THAT IS ACCURATE AND TRUE, AND YYYYYYYYY I KNOW IT IS THE HELL I HAVE
SUFFERED THROUGH, AND IT HAS ZERO-NADA-ZILCH OTHER POSSIBLE
EXPLANATION for all being and happening. Only your religion works in
all of this, yours and yours alone; so go BUDDHA.
Jim
Burr did not trust me; yet it was Jim Burr who wanted that secret
meeting, with my mom, and Elsie, and him; that day in the summer time
of 1989; up at that White Horse Pike Diner, in Voorhees, New Jersey;
and excluded me from their little secret meeting club, as though they
were trying to emulate the mighty Bohemians. It was also freaking
James T. Burr the great wise mighty guru of the All Knowers Club, who
lied to my face back in 1983, telling me he attended church
regularity and later admitted to both me and the great love of his
life, Connie Chung; that he was lying, and he had the unmitigated
testicles to tell me in the same lying breath that I AM A
PATHOLOGICAL LIAR, and that SATAN WAS GOING TO TAKE MY SOUL TO HELL
IF I DID NOT GET TO CHURCH. 1978 September issues of STAG MAGAZINE,
all notwithstanding here, wow Connie, you are a gorgeous roll in the
hay, I'll give you that one, Queen of Sleaze!
SARAH-STACEY
KRASSLE, have mercy upon me! WOW---WOW---WOW---MACY-STACEY!
If
I were to tell what I really wanted to, I would be found in little
tiny pieces, scattered all over Saint Lucie County, Florida, with all
its wonderful flowers, right Joe Berrios?
Gooollllllllleeeeeeey,
Sergeant Carter, USMC. Is this real, or is it Memorex? Well, it ain't
a bunch of cars on the pike being stopped by magical cops up in
Jersey, with babies involved. Hay
Kaku and Hawks;
I could use some fuckiGN help here guys. And I thought you wanted
proof that all your wild ass theories of yours and my dad's pal, were
true; crissake man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wreck Crow Slop? Give me a
break, Ron Wirtz, and Dave Roth; and don't
count on snow roofs to keep bond fires from spreading,
you buttwipes from the north!!!!!!!!!!!! Holy
'smokes'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You think that's a pun, or do you
call this music, lovely disposition examiners of 'WASH' 'DOC'
13-600?????????? AND YOU LAUGH AT MY SYMBOLISM BELIEF SYSTEM, YOU
AUDACIOUS MOTHER FUCKERS, YOU LAUGH??????????????? LIKE
BEYOND FUCKIGN WOW Mister Macy Pass to Shapiro HTHS!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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