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AHA AHA AHA AHA AHOT HOT HOT SUNDAY, BEAUTIFUL, WELL, THE JURY'S
GONNA' BE OUT ON THAT ONE A WHILE!
When I tried
posting up to fucking WORDPRESS, my OPEN OFFICE 3.1 SYSTEM
hack-crashed for absolutely no reason at all, Federal Communications
Commission, Bob McDowell, my old pal from the Cooley Wormhole Hall in
1972, in Haddonfield, New Jersey-USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The
skies all over Fort Pierce, Florida are loaded up with gigantic
mother fucking major menacing poison chemtrails also, and last night
I took a nasty mother fucking health-shit attack as a result of this
ugly devious and demonic behavior of the wicked slimy dirt bag
MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This
has been the worst mother fucking BOTBAR AND DEATH SIEGE DAY AND
WEEKEND IN GENERAL, IN FUCKING CUNT YEARS, PAM BONDI, FLORIDA
ATTORNEY GENERAL, AND I NEED SOME DAM ASS HELP,
PWEEEEEEEEEEZE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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'BUT',
whatever you do, SARAH
KRASSLE;
knows
every single thing atom by atom in all five dimensions; and wants me
to tell you this powerful thing, so please read it after the paste-in
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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Now
this was all right after I had met and interacted with the throat
specialist in northeast Philadelphia, and his magical lovely young
lab-tech assistant. Yeah sure, That's
not his problem, Misses Mohr.
Don't
go nuts on me Scowling Trump; just sink your big ugly black tub with
you on board, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why
will I go into a slow endless eternal coma sub death for a million
years, without the magical 4-ML-GRAM daily ativan dosage, ever
since AD-1983? YYYYYYYYYYYYYYY JIMMY, © 1984 YYYYYYYYYY?
Got an almighty all knowing answer for this one, Santa Claus and
Patricia Hollister, on or off of Halloween Day, and Merry's
punishment?
Why
would a doctor call a persons' mother,
who is fully grown, as I was, 29 years old at the time of this in the
spring of 1984?; with or without any pizza company anniversaries. I
remember all of this as clearly as if it were going down around me
live this very freaking butt wiping moment, great folks, YO YO YO
YO!!!!
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know you are doing your best to watch over me, AG Mizz Bondi, thank
you. Feel free to contact the Wirtz detectives in Camden County in
New Jersey, Ron Senior knows my problem is all real, but his hands
are tied, I am quite sure that you know what I mean.
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Fucking Whoreslutbitch just got me GOUUUUUD, real GOUUUUUD, lovely
Keisha-99 arm slammer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here is my dam ass
compensation, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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TREK.
STAR
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STAR
TREK, MY LIFE IS STRAIGHT OUT OF FUCKING WHAT, LADIES AND
GENTLEMEN??????????????????????????
STAR
TREK.
OH
THANK YOU FOR EXPLAINING THAT FUCKING SHIT TO ME, YO!!!!!!!!
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You forgot your
mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?
An
angry mother. Also at the risk of sounding negative; the
only thing one may be truly sure of is that you cannot be sure of
anything. Sorry lovely
TWINBAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JEEEEEEEZ LOUISE-4-CRISSAKE.
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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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LOVELY LIGHTNING, I LOVE YOU SO VERY MUCH BIG BLOND GIRL!!!! BRING
ME LAKEHOUSE LIGHTNING!!!!
''WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF''.
ZERANNISS
ARTHUR YANCY JONES, ME IN SAHASRA DAL KANWAL:
YEAH
HE'S SAYING, “I LOVE YOU SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, ALMIGHTY
TEEN-QUEEN”.
THERE
ARE SOME REALLY COOL ENTITIES ON THIS PLANET, FOLKS!!!!!!!
Check
out one of the coolest blogs on the entire internet good people, I
promise you it is really great. Here is the link to it.
AS I WAS POSTING UP THE PRIOR BLOG, A FIRE ALARM, NUMBER TWO SO FAR ON THIS DAY AND AN OFFICE PROGRAM COMPUTER HACK-CRASH HAPPENED TO ME, ON TOP OF ALL THE PERSECUTION SO FAR GIVEN ME ON THIS NIGHTMARE MOTHER FUCKING HELLISH DAM DAY, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WFMU’s Beware of the Blog
OH
YES, BY ALL MEANS, WATCH OUT FOR THAT HORRIBLE MARK
WAYNE MOHR, WHAT A MONSTER. YEAH, THIS WHOLE THING WAS MY
FAULT SINCE DAY ONE HUH, WELL, LIKE THE INMATES ALL SAY WHEN YOU ASK
THEM IF ANY OF THEM ARE GUILTY OF THE CRIME THAT PUT THEM IN PRISON,
“LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE-LIE”. So you can believe the liars, or you
can believe me. My blogs of early May of 2013, show the lies.
At
the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New
Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon,
roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in
various telephone conversations.
Station
Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD
called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was
made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same
title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons-
The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and
they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed
somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on
a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently
insane.
Mark
claims to be both a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His
family will bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the
Christ Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that
the 50 richest families in the world are trying to do him in.
Covertly, of course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil.
(Whether he means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s
own Jason Forrest
isn’t clear.)
Here
then, are three selections from Mark’s version of reality:
If
you need more Mark from NJ, Aquarius
Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now,
if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with
aluminum foil.
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MAY I ADD; MY TRUE APPEARANCE, 'THERESE'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HUGE
CHEMTRAILS ALL OVER SOUTH FLORIDA!!!!!!!!
ALL
YOUTUBE CHEMTRAIL POSTERS, HURRY-HURRY!
**WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA**
YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER, TUNE FROM 1983
NEW
2012 LYRICS TO FOLLOW THE HARMONY MUSIC
TRACK
ALONG WITH: Only the opening title words are real.
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”
VERSE
ONE
I'm
so very happy for you, pales of fish so fresh and new
Let
me ask you really nicely, could you spare us just a few
Oh
my wife and kids are starving, could you help us make a stew
We're
down and out, and we will even go to work for you
You
seem to have about a dozen giant pales or two
I
am so weak and faint and do not wanna' be so blue
While
we slept inside the dunes, somebody stole my shoe
Oh
please kind sir, just take some pity, let us work for you
We'll
help in any way we can, and be your loyal crew
But
greedy Mister Fisherman, this is all that he would say
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
And
I'm not giving any freaking fish away
VERSE
TWO
So
when you add your salty tears directly in the sea
And
when you're done your song of woe, that you have sung to me
Just
take your wife and kids, and jump right off this big jetty
And
right into the undertow, and stop annoying me
And
talking on and on and on, and bothering my fish
You
loud annoying bleeding hearts, that beg and cry and bitch
I
have lots of work to do, and buckets must be filled
So
either leave this jetty now, or someone might be killed
Guys
like me must catch our fish, like farmers fields get tilled
People
say I'm cold and cruel, on every single day
But
I have got a lot of freaking bills to pay
So
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
THREE
They
say the greatest mother lies there out beyond the sand
And
mothers can get angry when their kids are out of hand
Storms
blow out of nowhere and, a lot of folks have died
The
sea can give and take away, while many tears get cried
And
on one very special day, a greedy man was drowned
Ignoring
waves that swallowed rocks with heavy pounding sound
Just
another bucket and, then he'll have caught his fill
A
lot of daring fishermen forget the sea can kill
The
king fish of the jetty, just was never seen again
Yet
locals claim the winds still howl these words from fisher Ben
I've
been working hard out in the sun all day
So
yes I have a lot of freaking bills to pay
And
I'm not giving any of my fish away
VERSE
FOUR
You'll
be crossing over, later wishing you'd been nicer
You'll
be crossing over, through the quantum waving splicer
You'll
be crossing over, hearing all the trash they're talking
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll have to keep on walking
You'll
be crossing over, watching all the others eating
Feasts
with banquet tables, where the fish keep on repeating
Forever
seeing many fish, but never on your plate
You
had your time back in the sun before you sealed your fate
You'll
be crossing over, and you'll be a lonesome rover
Forever
doomed to hear the words you always used to say
That
you've been working hard out in the sun all day
Oh
yes we knew you had your freaking bills to pay
So
you're not giving any of your fish away
END
OF SONG.
A
child knows that a lot of stuff can be learned by visiting my Youtube
site, that will remain for now and a little while longer, but not
endlessly. It will all come down when Morianity has completed, and I
alone know that time, as well as all of the other parts of me that
are not me directly. Click below, YO!!
http://www.youtube.com/paulaking2011/
No longer exists in this universe!
THIS
WAS THE MASTER SHEET FOR MORIANITY PART FIVE:
TIME MARCHETH
ONWARD OF COURSE.
OF
COURSE THERE ARE ZILLIONS OF FUCKING CHEMTRAILS, FULL MOON!
YOU
CAN SET A CLOCK BY THE DIRT BAG MILITUFORCE AND THEIR BEHAVIOR, I
KNOW AFTER 30 YEARS!!!!
Jim
Burr did have a tiny little clue; and said it over and over again,
“It's got something to do with your family”!!!!!!!! How
did you know all of this, Jimmy
1984 © ?
You
cannot get into what I have all around me for one real good reason.
You would have to have some frame of reference, or the same thing
around you. So this is why you see me as all psychotic and weird and
fucked up and nuts. I accept that. That's all fine and good, I know
differently, so all is cool, YO! W—O—W!!! Oh yes, thank you
Lightbulb head Microsoft Corporation. You do what you have to do, as
will I, throughout this long eternity, huh Stacey??????????????????
AHA AHA AHA King David.
You
cannot get into what I have termed and labeled, REALITY-3, unless you
know a little bit about PARALLEL-EVENT. It would be like saying you
are an expert on sandwiches, but never heard of either bread, or you
never heard of cold cuts, but you have heard of one of them, taking
your pick. If ever there was death and taxes, birth and death, and
along these lines of rationale, this would be its epitome. For those
that may not be aware of it all though it has been blogged and told,
over and over again, for nearly seven and a half years now, in my
blogging career; I did not invent the idea and concept of this. I
merely picked these two words to string together, and even the mighty
STAR TREK NEXT GENERATION TV SHOW, used a similar phrase on one of
its episodes, describing the very same thing, “correlation of
events”, as they did with the words, “Lack of dimension” in
another great episode, and being the very same thing that I have
discussed so often it makes even me get dizzy, and that would be
zero-dimension. No one ever really invents these concepts. If they
did, no one alive now could track it back half accurately, and it is
as old as the hills and the stars, of the Ocean's Sodom, of very
distant Cuzz Trump.
Now
right after posting the last blog, and getting even more harassment
with a second fire alarm and a computer hack attack word program
CRASH, I had a little talk with Diana, on the phone, in a light
tranced state; and Sarah Krassle appeared,
and told me I needed to read the 40th Psalm,
in the King James Version Bible, so I pulled it out, and I did read
all 17 verses of it; and I got my mind TOTALLY
FRIKKIN' BLOWN FROM HEREDAHELDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And
back, good people. Read it.
NOW
HEAR THIS, YE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
GREAT M-D-E CREATRESS ISIS!!! Well, hold onto your
underwear, K-Mart Delaney; because many
things will indeed begin to get told now!!!!!!! According
to the H2 Channel, and yesterday's great show on TV; the
great MASONS
know all about me and my family, and
how the great SSJKK loves me so much; and this is why they
sent DAVID ROTH, a very high degreed Mason, into my life,
cleverly at a job; but they did manage to do
it. Likewise, McGuire and Callio and McGettigan and
others, sent the KINGS into my life later on after David had served
his purpose and was secretly cleverly and quite covertly murdered,
for telling and showing me a little bit too much, such as the
ancestry line of me all the way back to my grandfather King David. He
presented me with a very special Masonic chart proving all of this,
and they all know it. This is why Johnathan Schau of Rising Sun
Avenue in Philadelphia's Northeast section of town, was given the
task of cleverly using slow poison in diners, to kill the poor dude.
I know this and I tried hard to have the body exhumed, by his own
great pal, Constable McMeekan out in the county I was born in or next
to it, in Pennsylvania, after the murder took place in early March of
2002, exactly two Uwich/Braxton years after they finished off my poor
mom, right to the day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mizz Bondi, Florida AG,
would I print all this up and dare to say these things, if I was not
proof positive to all this horrific crime going on all around me all
these decades, and yes, BY THIS WICKED HORRENDOUS EVIL FAMILY who
identified themselves telepathically to me in powerful serial
dreaming interactions in the summer time of 1970, while I was all
alone and isolated, living on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, New
Jersey, just south of Atlantic City, New Jersey???????????????? This
same house where I was molested at age 15, and was contacted in
hyperspace or (in powerful serial dreaming) and abducted and cut open
like a fucking fish with my lungs removed; was then shortly soon to
McGettigan's Water Works of Atlantic City, the ACMUA, also secretly
owned by Sarah Callio Martin/O/EZ, and hubby, and father in law,
mobster Martino himself. If the great James Patterson could
write this well, he would OWN THE PALM BEACHES, NOT JUST LIVE IN
THEM! Why? Because real truth is always wilder and stranger than any
fiction shit could possibly ever mother fuckiGN be, that's god dam
ass why, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
lovely Sarah, HANIL-94 and forever.
And now moving this along folks and me, as spoken on a tape quite
some time ago in the frikkin' eighties, ''Here we
gooooooooo''!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW that seems
like twenty mother fucking hours ago. Chase me freaking away, parents
of SSJKK, all you want to. SHE'S ALL MINE, YOU JOKERS FROM HOLY
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We fly kites, play tag, go to places so
beautiful I'll cry if I try talking about it, she takes me to her
palace, her island club house, and things happen that could get me
stoned to death in a second if I say any more!
Now
when things like this are all taken into consideration and believed
naturally, the second part being a very tall order and I totally
realize that; but then and only then, does the following information
even begin to register and make any rational sense to any possible
living person, awake here in fucking ass hyperspace or the material
physical plane of their existence which in truth is eternal!!!! To
keep Billy Mummy of TTZ Television show happy in Hershey bars forever
now, here's the 'PIP' to show you all what I mean, (Paste-In-Page).
WHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
great nearly all wise Estelle Bassler of Ormund Beach, Florida, back
in 1997, spoke a lot of great ''let-it-be'' words of Beatles Wisdom,
to me over the telephone, during several major conversations. I came
to clearly see, perhaps not instantly but over 'time', that many
folks around me, with the most power and control over my life and its
eternal shadow, not only have a ''K'' in their name, but the last
name's seem to end with the entire word of ''KEY''. This in and of
itself, is powerball lottery jackpot odds stuff, ladies and
gentlemen. Believe that, or don't, sawn you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then
there are zillions of things, all as big as what I will say right
now, but time would never permit the whole dam enchilada. Where was I
when the EW (Entertainment World) industry, back late in the sixties,
took my voice and made it a part of one of their famous to this day,
anti-pollution commercials, as there were two of them, the one with
the teary eyed Native American in the canoe, and the one with the
pigs on a hot beach where a radio could be heard telling how it was
so hot in the nineties, and then my voice rang out, with, “Ziggy,
Ziggy hello”? Well, in case you really need me to answer that, it
was right there at Saint James Place Central Pier at the Boardwalk,
Bruce Allen Monopoly Pennock Game-Cheater. But who cheated bigger,
Bruce or one of the KEYS, Mister Dworkin??????????????? Also, one
other question is on my whittle mind folks, if 'permitted' there,
great Uncle Heinz Babylon Gottwald!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Central
Pier was where I saw the tablets, before there were tablets, and
before there ever was a 2030 where the Mile high Coaster of Wildwood,
New Jersey was being, excuse me, will be being constructed, before my
eventual recognition for my formulas about RT, and corroborations of
so many other things from the future yet to be, ''hot 90's''. But
then, the great Zvonko gave Jim a tablet too, or I suppose a very
unusual cross between a tablet and a laptop, back in the early
eighties, while I still resided at 1802 Robin Hill. This is where
Paula King came to me in powerful recurring dreams in the following
century, telling me that she miscarried our second daughter, and I
was about as clueless to what was going on with all of this, as a
worm inside of an apple trying to understand Sir Isaiah. Ouch. In any
event, this is only the beginning, and things are only starting, but
if you think I can cross certain lines in the sand, lads and lassies,
let me tell you right now, forget it Charlie Brown. I am not real
good at handling physical friggin' torture, and I know when to say
“UNCLE-NUFF”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If
the Lambrigg Cult of the Astral-plane was not real, and if the
Trini/dad/ty, Hotel of Atlantic City,
back half a century ago, was not all real and part of something
bigger than all of the Earth, then none of any of this would make any
sense, and no matter what most readers may think of me; here is a
truth for your perusal. There have been a few who know how real all
this is, and that I am not a nut, and that I am in deed caught up in
something a billion times bigger than this entire Milky Way Galaxy
and all of this silly little world all put together, know matter how
loud or long, any one of you wishes to laugh. Your
laughs and taunts and disbelief in me and in my claims, has only the
effect, of saddening my spirit, and THAT, is if I remain STUPID
ENOUGH to continue to allow even this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Keep
this up and MAGGIE will kill all of you!!!!!!!!
AFTER
MORIANITY PROJECT SAFE JOURNAL
CHAPTER
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'MY
TRUE APPEARANCE, MIZZ THERESE CHEMTRAIL'
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PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!
FORGET
VIETNAM. HAY, GOOD MORNING ROBIN, AND GOOD MORNING OH GREAT MIGHTY
AND POWERFUL CHEMTRAIL LOVING
EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
THEY
HAVE BEEN ON A REAL ROLL OVER THE PAST COUPLE MONTHS!
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DEATH
SIEGE-DEATH SIEGE, HELP ME PAM BONDI, PWEEEEEZE.
Doors
have been going this morning for anhour or more and it is now only
9:36 on this 'lovely' low wit sarcastic Sunday lousy morning. This
attack started around 8 on Saturday night with cramps and health
death beams shot into me from Milituforce enemy satellites and
goddess only knows what else. Then at exactly fucking cunt eating
1:07 this morning, I was assaulted by a gunning super loud fucking
motor sickie cycle that made me jump out of my skin as he was
right outside my apartment and gunned his shitty bike full blast
out of nowhere under my fucking window, illegally of course and at
me, in violation of my rights to live at peace without being
persecuted, OH GREAT FORT PIERCE POLICE
DEPARTMENT OF SUNNY ''YUK YUK PARADISE FLORIDA''.
DOORS---DOORS---DOORS,
JESUS CHRIST!
HALF
AN HOUR FOLLOWING THE SUPER PLANET SHAKING MOTORCYCLE ATTACK, CAME
A JUST SHY OF 2-AM FIRE ALARM. ENGINE 15 AND A POLICE CAR
RESPONDED WITHIN ABOUT TEN MINUTES OR SO, RIGHT AROUND 2 ON THE
BUTTON, GIVE OR TAKE. FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN, AS IN FUN-URAL. MY
FUNERAL, TO BOOT!
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When you open your eyes underwater, do you ever worry that
you'll drown?
Well, I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I
am the one in 1984 from Highland Avenue.
DECEMBER
25, 2014,
THURSDAY
AFTERNOON AT 1:32,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 69 DEGREES FNHT.
Humidity
is 51%, feeling 69.
TODAY'S
TEMPERATURE RANGE: (H-76/L-52)
WIND
IS WSW AT 6, WITH GUSTS AT 27.
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She
told me she is always watching me and never told me she was the
goddess of Lightning. We are leaving this right here for right now,
lovely LOO-HEARTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But
She is my Diana.
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AFTER
MORIANITY PROJECT SAFE JOURNAL
CHAPTER
NAME----
''\=|_l/_--'-'-'-'-^>^>''
ALSO
KNOWN AS:
'SUNDAY
PERSECUTION AS USUAL, MIZZ PAM'
LIGHTEN
UP PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DAWN SAYS I HAVE A DARK SIDE, AND
COUSIN SARAH SAID SHE IS DARKER THAN HER GIRLFRIEND BACK IN JULY
OF 1969!
H-A-Y-----------------------------------------F-O-L-K-S,
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I am not 14 years old just because I act that way sometimes. You
know Mister Pedersen, for someone who is a little tiny bit
distanced from perfection yourself, you're one great and powerful
rock tosser. When you stand at the Great Throne of Goddess'
Judgment shortly, SHE will ask you about me, and SHE knows the
truth, and won't be all that perceptive for hearing your big mouth
shooting out a lot of freaking hot air and breath equal to a skunk
attack.
Fort
Pierce and its surrounding area of all directions for two dozen
miles, is literally loaded with fucking poison chemtrails. Anyone
with a camera and who is a Youtube poster, needs to be here taking
sky shots and POSTING AWAY FOR JUSTICE, before all of us end up
killing each other or dying of pulmonary disorders and throat
cancers. Good morning Attorney General PAM BONDI. Hay, I know
you're pissed off that the gay marriage thing didn't go your way,
but how about working on something new now?
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MMMMMMMMAGNESONIC,
destroy me enemies!
THREE
FIRE ALARMS PER DAY OUT OF NOWHERE, BEGINNING A FEW DAYS BACK OUT
OF THE BLUE AFTER A NICE WEEK OR MORE WITHOUT THAT SHIT. Now I
know my lovely wonderful Attorney General doesn't care, or else
has no power to stop me from having my rights violated, it can
only be, to quote the great mighty JUDGE JUDY, ''door-A or
door-B''.
As
for why this endless death persecution siege is upon me since
early into adulthood, a child who watches the educational
television channels, and knows a little bit about my life back in
the day, can figure it out without getting all weird and super
complicated with such things as the ESS and parallel event and
roulette and on and on. These MIBS go around threatening people
who won't shut fucking up about their UFO sightings, and here I am
in direct contact, according to the ANCIENT ASTRONAUT THEORISTS,
with these gods all this time, and when it began, so did the
persecution, or just a tad bit later!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What a
rotten fucking world and country. Instead of taking pity on me, as
if I started all of this fucking shit, no, they come against me
and worsen an already bad fucking hellish life, or better said,
THEY TOTALLY FUCKING DESTROYED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No shame,
no conscience, no nothing, if I can make the great quotation from
my 1983 copyrighted project. Yes I was scared that day in May,
while her favorite game she's play. But did anyone give a fuck or
help me? No, they wiped me fucking out and destroyed me. So if
something ever happens to any one of you out fuckiGN here, similar
in any way, remote as you think the chances may be of this, or to
a loved one of yours; then the gods take mother fuckiGN pity on
you, as my life stands if nothing else, as a reflection to show
all and anyone of you, just what will happen to you and or that
loved one, and you will be absolutely totally fucking powerless to
stop it, and yes, IPYT, BIG TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The power of
this information, ONLY SERVES TO GROW DAILY, by the continued and
relentless actions of my enemies who I have called for decades,
the MILI-2-FORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A more parochial name for them was
and still is, OTAMM, standing for Organized Trash Against Michael
Mountainpen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now
Florida is quite blessed amongst men for having such a gorgeous
Attorney General, of course you all know I am very partial to
beautiful blonds.
Merry
Hollister Burrsecrets Christmas to you too, in or out of all
Jay-Lo diners and others down the road to the
west!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why won't you ever fucking
contact me, Prosecutor Wirtz????????????????? What pigs you all
are. And people DARE
to fucking ask me, “Mark, why don't you ever fucking vote”? I
think an appropriate response would be,
“Read
my friggin' ass blogs,
YO
YO YO Sarah Santa Callio Clause!
Happy
blogging!
Thank
you, Cal Smith and Katrina Le, but I have a small whittle question
4U dudes and duddesses.
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
MICHAEL 1971 MCNULTY, YO!
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
WE
ARE NNNNNNNNOT MMMMMOVING
TOWARDS THE 15 YEAR ANY LONGER, TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTOMMMMMEY
RRRRRRREALE, YYYYYO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In
the fifteen year, I am all done, and this leads to me' ol'
question for Cal
Smith and Katrina
Le.
There
must be an easy way to show those interested in subjects a blogger
is talking about, that you are out there. But since I never heard
from you, I assume you don't know or don't wish to share. Oh well,
I march right along!
I
WORKED IN THE ENTERTAINMENT BUSINESS,
as a tape duplicator from 1979-1981 in Camden, New Jersey; and
you cannot be in a place like RPL Sound Studio for nearly two
years,
without meeting people, and picking up a lot of powerful knowledge
about the industry. It simply is impossible; especially for
someone who by nature, is a very strong seeker, and is never
tuned out; not while in bed, or out of bed, or anywhere. I see, I
know, I hear, I look, I listen, I feel; and I keep right on going
every time the world tries to knock me on my pitiful little ass
for doing just this, as many powerful Scott Ransom people get
quite irate and up set and as he put it in 1988 in my car one day,
''disgruntled'' with nobody-types like me, learning too many
secrets, to wit I reply to them right now, “TOUGH FUCKING ASS
NAVY BEANS, YO”!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
Goddess Scylla, without turning over any more rocks or barking and
begging so you'll sing some of our special songs to me all
eternity long; those powerful awesome outlandish moons sure love
to float about, up above the night
scys
of where that charter school should be, and appears to be there,
by light of day, only don't tell Roseann Delaney, we all know she
will never ever be able to attend or even see that magical school.
WOW, the cursed little bastard can laugh and find humor in
nightmarish family fights and stair horrors! Thank the Almighty
that I only had to suffer through this once, and did manage to GET
OUT OF THAT ONE, Marx Brothers!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-WHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
OH
REAL FUNNY, THAT DAM DOW AND ME!
HAY,
IF I AM LUCKY ENOUGH TO BE DYING, PLEASE JUST FUCKING LET ME DIE,
PRESIDENT OBAMA, PLEASE. I WILL GLADLY THROW IN A BIG BEAR HUG, SO
COME DOWN AGAIN TO FORT PIERCE IF YOU NEED ONE.
T—A—N—K—S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Death is the most beautiful fucking thing in this world, and
people are blind and ignorant not to see it. Picture the way you
felt once, and most of us had this happen, when awake for whatever
reason for more than 24-36 hours, and you are literally tasting
falling into your bed and dying as soon as you kick off your dam
ass slippers and shut the light off. Now imagine if this could go
on forever and ever and ever and ever, oh my goddess, if only
death was that great, as you will wake up folks, it is not really
that wonderful, so enjoy nice long heavenly sleeps while you can,
while physically alive in bodies.
There
are no ONE WAY STREETS;
merely streets where the law makes it legal to only drive in one
direction. Thinking long and hard about this, puts many things in
your own life, in an entirely new light; whether or not you are
aware of this great truth, folks.
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1980 KEYBOARDS FROM PETA-HELL ®
MARK
WAYNE MOHR--------1980, ALL BLOGS © 2006-2014
OH
LORDESS, DON'T EVER DO THAT, BDC.
You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue
and olive pits?
An
angry mother. You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue
and olive pits?
An
angry mother. You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue
and olive pits?
An
angry mother. You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue
and olive pits?
An
angry mother. You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue
and olive pits?
An
angry mother. You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue
and olive pits?
JANUARY
4, 2015,
SUNDAY
MORNING AT 10:40,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 79 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 74, FEELING 79,
TEMPERATURE
RANGE TODAY------(H-79/L-70)
WINDS
ARE SSE AT 16, GUSTING TO 22 MPH.
Aha-aha-aha-aha-aha
MICAHEL MCNULTY FROM 1971.
IT
TOTALLY BLOWS MY MIND THAT THE ENEMY DOES NOT SEEM TO CARE THAT
THIS ENDLESS FUCKING SKY ATTACK IS GOING TO MOTHER FUCKING LAND ME
A GORGEOUS HOT WIFE SOONER OR LATER. JUST YESTERDAY RIGHT AROUND
THIS TIME, A KNOCK ON MY DOOR CAME, AND IT WAS A GIANT JET BLACK
GODDESS OVER SIX FEET TALL. SHE DID NOT HAVE THE WRONG APARTMENT,
AND I KNEW IT. THE MORE THY MESS WITH ME, THE PARALLEL EVENT OF
THAT AND MY PUSSY COMMAND IS EVENTUALLY MAKE THEM ALL COME UP BIG
TIME FUCKING LOSERS, LADS AND LASSIES, SO HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
ON MOTHER FUCKING THEM!!!!
Folks,
if I had her, whoever she was, the stock market would crash in a
month. Who else do you know, rock stars, oliticians, big
businessmen, sports heroes, you name it, with that much potential
power to influence and control the resulting world economic
reality? This is why there is only one possible explanation to
just who I really am, despite a million DSN-5 psych books
insisting I am just a deluded mother fucking 'crazy' with
trillions of psychotic features. I am the one that the great Sarah
Krassle who owns this entire simulation program of a sort, and
calls, THAT-BOY, a very special way of describing me, and even HER
entire club called the VIQUEENS, a girl gang of beyond smoking
white hot goddesses, they all call me THAT-BOY as well, all 87 of
them. This is more real than any dream or any day on waking Earth
in waking world life. A few have experienced these truths, they
know, and I suppose, they sit there and are just fuckiGN
intelligent enough to keep their mouths endlessly fucking closed!
THE
FUCKING DIRT BAG WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES OF BOXER HALL JEFFERSON STREET
IN 1981, WOKE ME UP TO A SUPER NASTY MOTHER FUCKING SORE THROAT,
AND TWO SOLID NASTY DAYS OF MAJOR SKY POISONING AND CHEMTRAILING.
Today,
the sky siege was just as bad as yesterday, even though slightly
different than yesterday. There were no planes to greet me when I
drove back home from being out on errands, but there were less
chemtrails all over the entire county here, than yesterday, or at
least while I was out. This is because they totally turned the
fucking weather to thick ugly dark chem-clouds by late morning,
and so until some clearing up of this fucking mess began to occur,
they cannot easily paint the sky with new ones, as only a few
areas are available. This is why my DNA was effected and I was
awakened with a FUCKING ASS MONSTER SORE THROAT. I've been chewing
on aspirin tablets and sucking on throat lozenges all fucking cunt
lapping dick sucking day long, and recently, am feeling OK. Anyone
with my DNA, after 1986, is being totally wiped out, as far as
problems with throat irritation. Well if the Stein can learn when
to shut the fuck up, I guess I can too, right my friend,
SB???????????????????????????????
For
two straight days of major sky siege and death siege in general,
good folks, my PUSSY COMMAND is totally fucking dead. There is a
tiny bit of action, but for all this shit around me, I should be
getting myself fucking gang raped by teens and twenty somethings,
and would be, if I had not been under the destruction of time's
destructive micromaladroids, ''aging'' due to years lived, in less
futuristic terminology, my friends and fiends!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
if the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES keep this shit going through the weekend
and into next week, there will be a lot of flirtatious pussies
chasing me, IF that is, I go out and mingle around in public
places, you know, shopping malls, the beach, whatever, and this is
precisely what I PLAN TO DO, if they don't mother fucking knock
this fucking shit the fucking hell off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Some
old stuff never is old, and is stays as new and fucking fresh as a
brand new refrigerated watermelon about to be cut and eaten at a
big party some place. Hay, when they all crash and burn, and I
have a 19 year old hottie by my side, laugh now, but these bitches
still flirt around with me, and I just never properly respond. I
know it is supernatural, but that does not mean I will not go
along with the gag, anything to get the fuckiGN hell out of
whatever it is I'm in, call it a Mason or a Huntington curse,
Cousin Donald, but one thing we both know, and that is, you knew
way back in 1984, all this shit, the whole future, and I have your
number, and you better do
something about all this CUZZ,
as you are responsible to this planet, and you know the truth, so
get into the White House, and get this shit under control,
fool!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Those
who have much and are trusted with much, to quote your own words
buddy; need to help their county-men, and all 33,555 of them,
cursed or not, and that is only a fair and square deal that's on
the level, Mister Toolmaker Celeblover Trump!
ISIS-JUPITER
HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE. ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER
WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE. ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I
NEED MINE. ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE.
ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE. ISIS-JUPITER HAS
HER WITNESSES, NOW I NEED MINE. ISIS-JUPITER HAS HER WITNESSES,
NOW I NEED MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where's my brown eyed
girl from the great 10-SC Avenue shop???????????? I mean I know,
but who'd ever believe me? Wrestler Jesse might, and a few others
who know what is, or IIWII, sometimes known secretly as
'two-dubya-two', or 2W2.
I
CAN PROVE IT SO THEY MUST COVERTLY MURDER ME.
I
CAN PROVE IT SO THEY MUST COVERTLY MURDER ME.
I
CAN PROVE IT SO THEY MUST COVERTLY MURDER ME.
I
CAN PROVE IT SO THEY MUST COVERTLY MURDER ME.
I
CAN PROVE IT SO THEY MUST COVERTLY MURDER ME.
I
CAN PROVE IT SO THEY MUST COVERTLY MURDER ME.
I
CAN PROVE IT SO THEY MUST COVERTLY MURDER ME.
I
CAN PROVE IT SO THEY MUST COVERTLY MURDER ME.
I
CAN PROVE IT SO THEY MUST COVERTLY MURDER ME.
I
CAN PROVE IT SO THEY MUST COVERTLY MURDER ME.
I
CAN PROVE IT SO THEY MUST COVERTLY MURDER ME.
OH
FUCKING CUNT W---O---W!!!
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Well
folks, it's twenty shy of two, and I am getting ready to unwind a
bit, and then hit the hay, or I was, back then. Now it is the
future, in reference to back then. Well, SSJKK
told me last night near her shop before the kite flying and
XXXXXXXXX afterwards, to cool my dirty language, so I am doing so,
and Doggie Yancy obeys his lovely teen queen, at all costs, and
SHE knows that, even if she does throw a pair of shoes at me once
in a while, Timmy Dreamer Devendorf!!! She got mad and almost
crashed my program, no teasing her, yes, I know the rules, lovely
TEEN QUEEN, sahwee, YO! I-B-GOOUUD! Tell Keisha not to break
another arm, I need one ofem lovely girl,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nighty-nite. YEAH
I'S SAYIN', “I LOVE YOU SARAH-STACEY KRASSLE, ALMIGHTY
TEEN-QUEEN”. LAUGH MCNULTY-AHA! OH
WOW COUSINS AND RHM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO SHOOT ME, I REALLY AM
ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES.
WHY
WOULD I FREAKING LIE, LADS AND LASSIES???????
AFTER
MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3
ALSO
KNOWN AS THE AMPPROJECT
OR
THE 'AMP'!!!!
Hay
folks, the great Judge Judy is entertaining and I love her show,
but two things I will say right now. I would not want to appear
there for her to judge any part of my life, and secondly, to quote
her, I would be DONE real quickly and out the door. People who
refuse to entertain the remotest possibility of things when they
have never had to experience really bizarre and outlandish shitr
for themselves, are going to judge it all quite quickly and very
harshly, and hay, I understand that completely, and make no harsh
counter judgments on such folks. I am just saying, I would not
want her as my judge, but the gods know, she has a really freaking
cool television show, and I am one of her biggest dam fans,. I am
just a realist, and simple truth is just that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You go girl, I love you JUDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
BLOG IS DEDICATED TO THE 'GAP-ESS', AKA THE GREAT
AND POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY! WHAAAAAAA!
Happy blogging!
Posted by Cal
Smith and Katrina
Le
Thank you, Cal Smith and
Katrina Le, but I have a small whittle question 4U dudes and
duddesses.
After
I ask you this question, I will tell what I was MIND-HACKED by
NCC-CLOUD-ESS (devil soldiers in old world lingo), made me forget
to tell on my earlier previous blog.
Here
are the current stats right now, at 8 of the clock this Friday
evening, on October seventeen, 2014, kind folks:
Slow
and steady wins the race as they say, with the emphasis on SLOW,
as I say!
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Now these
great fives brought me up to page fucking thirteen, HA-HA-HA, BUT
WHAT AM I LAUGHING AT, the damage as always, was already done, by
this filthy rotten baseball witch from hot ass unholy
monster-slapping hell-fire!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
here is the story, and this is all true. As many of you know, I go
into trances, and use my airship to do what I call bombing
missions. I don't want to be more specific other than I have been
doing these since the middle late nineteen-nineties. Also I have
been doing still other things, along with Mister Bruce Allan
Pennock of Barrington, back in the seventies.
The
great disco diva, Donna Summer said something publicly some years
back, that always stayed with me; not that most things don't, with
my never-forget-anything memory. You never really know when you do
stuff, which is going to really catch on and which is not. She was
talking about doing music projects in studios, but this very same
logic would totally apply in many other situations, I am quite
sure. Just using my blog as an example, and not even yet being
hardly past the three quarter milestone to reach the desired by
all posters of anything, the One-Hundred-Thousand-Club, where one
tenth of a million views are up on your posted material; but even
us very little internet posters, who have had the most nominal
mouse tiny success at obtaining general interest; are all under
the very same rules, that the great Donna Summer was indeed
speaking about that day, early in the nineteen eighties; regarding
her personal experiences with musical projects, and recording in
general. If I knew how to grow an audience to the max; I would
leave out much of the important shit, and I'd add in junk that
would not do anything to promote my beliefs and my cause, BUT; I
would do it to hook in a following, and then later; slowly try and
indoctrinate them, with the proper information; sort of like a man
to woman relationship. If someone really likes the other one a lot
more, and it's not a two way love at first sight thing as most
relationships are rarely of that splendid category; but the one
who needs to win the other one, cannot just go and be themselves,
and fart loudly in the living room, and wear sweaty underwear all
the time. You spruce up, you act on top of your game, and you then
go all out to really learn what pleases the other one, and then
you go and shoot for the moon. But ten years later; who would not
like to have a bit of video of the before and after, just for
laughs? Come on, give me a break, Margie 1985 Leo. You'd see on
the early version, some poor ugly slob really going out of his
way, and then 10 years later, he'd be belching in the kitchen,
looking like a hurricane disaster area most of the time, rude,
uncaring, and the whole 27 feet of wax balls; and you all know
what I'm talking about. When you get what you want, then you don't
have to work on it or care about it, or at least that's the common
attitude all over the place. Well, in my example with these blogs,
I would never just grab a larger group, and then risk losing them,
by suddenly going south. But what I would do, is admit and be
honest, and tell one day, and then go onto explain both that, as
well as how my goals and my motives at least were somewhat pure,
and then begin slowly going back to the old writings.
I
really felt the need to open up here and be dam totally honest
about anyone out here reading these words and using their time
which is of limited quantity. If folks are there for me, I will
not let them down and be accused of omissions and half truths.
Here
is what mother fuckiGN cunt chewing happened, kind ladies and
gentlemen, or unkind, or mixed, or whatever the case may be, right
old 1975 buddy
in the Pillegi band, near the HTHS school,
in the basement practice area of your parents home, Mister Albert
Pileggi, CONGRESSMAN,
NOT YET OF COURSE, ROBERT
ANDREWS;
of whom 'PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP', insists there are more
than one of you living over on OAK STREET,
in HADDON HEIGHTS, NEW JERSEY; in the time circa of 1975-1980.
It's laugh time, all prophetic reversals, throughout the history
of humankind! WEEEEEEEEEEE AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!
I
AM GETTING REAL SUPER TIRED OF PEOPLE NOW FAMOUS AND POWERFUL,
DENYING THEY KNEW ME, AND EVEN LIKED ME A LOT, IN DIFFERENT WAYS
AND AMOUNTS. YOU WILL ALL ANSWER TO A POWERFUL WHEEL EVENTUALLY,
AND DEEP DOWN INSIDE, I BELIEVE IN MY FUCKING HEART OF HEARTS THAT
DIANA WILL GO ON REPAIRING UNTIL SHE IS DONE WITH ME; THAT YOU ALL
KNOW THIS AND TRY REAL DAM FUCKIGN HARD EACH AND EVERY DAM DAY, TO
BLOCK THE THOUGHT OF THIS, OUT OF YOUR MINDS. BUT ONE DAY WHEN
YOUR PRESENT LIFE HAS EXPIRED, YOU WILL INDEED BE DEALING, AS ALL
RELIGIONS PREACH WHETHER THEY KNOW IT OR NOT, WITH THE GREAT LADY
KARMIC WHEEL, WHE IS STRONGER THAN ANY AND ALL OF US ALL PUT
TOGETHER, IT IS IN TRUTH AND IN FACT, THEE ABSOLUTE FIRST BUILT IN
LAWTRON ON THE SEVENTH DIMENSION OF THE SYSTEM OF LAWTRONICS THAT
FIRST BLEW OUT AND AWAY FROM THE GREAT VOID INFINITY, AND THIS
GREAT ABSOLUTE COLLECTIVE SOUL OR GOD OR WHATEVER NAME SPINS YOUR
DAM TOPS, FOLKS; WILL GET US ALL, YOU TOO, ALL OF YOU!!! SO DENY
MY CONNECTIONS WITH YOU, SO MANY OF YOU OUT HERE, ALL YOU WANT TO.
ME YOU CAN BEAT. THE WHEEL, WELL; YOU REALLY DON'T NEED ME TO TELL
YOU THAT YOU FUCKING CANNOT BEAT THAT ONE. THAT IS THE ONE THAT
YOU, ALL OF YOU DOING ALL OF THESE THINGS TO ME, WILL NOT BE ABLE
TO GET OUT OF. SO LAUGHT TODAY AT FUCKIGN POOR OLD ME, YOUR TURN
WILL SPIN AROUND, I PROMISE YOU!!!!!!!!!! I DO NOT NEED TO EVER
MAKE ILLEGAL PHYSICAL WORLD THREATS ON ANYBODY, ANYWHERE, AT ANY
TIME, THIS IS ALL ON A TOTALLY FUCKING COSMIC ASS LEVEL, YO!!!!
AND
YES, SABRINA COLLINS OF DARK SHIT HOLES AND MISTER ROTH SHITPANTS
KMART, THIS IS WHERE IT ALL BEGAN, JUST A COUPLE YEARS AFTER IT
BEGAN 50 MILES EAST OF THERE IN GOOD OLD ROTTEN ASS SIN CITY
ATLANTIC CITY, THE OCEAN'S SODOM, GAMORAH BY THE SEA, WHATEVER,
CONGY OLD PAL FROM ALL LONG BLUE RIVERS AND FIRES.
Another
perpetual valid paste-in folks, were these words as printed above,
WHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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