10:30 AM, 18 FEBRUARY,
2015
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ON
BY AND FOR THE RECORD, DOCUMENT 3
My
cunt chewing noisy nabes from hell have been making many wild loud
sounds all mother fucking morning today. Obviously their evil stock
market is behind it all, along with 30 years now of endless
parallel-event and its application on me, (ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY)
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I
will be getting into major shit about how and why if you make up
adlibed stuff, with both dreams and real life, it brings back
'memories'. This is a sore topic for many who like me, have
repressed memories. This is no hoax and it certainly not
false-memory-syndrome, that has been pushed and discussed in
public forums a lot, especially since my situation was blogged on
the internet. I know I am spelling the word ad-lib in error, but
the word is real, and it means just what I am using it to mean,
look it up in an online or hard copy dictionary should anyone
doubt me. LSS, if doing this with dreams, makes dreams you have
long forgotten suddenly trigger back into conscious waking world
memories, then what does doing this with waking world situations?
Before people go all out screaming, 'You see, that Mountainpen
made his life story up just for attention, all along', I challenge
you that this is not true. The problem is however, that my delving
into this subject, does in fact weaken my credibility. But on a
blog that won't grow and only dwindles little by little; I have to
figure, I have nothing to lose. I need to tell this shit. It is
part of the whole entire story. No more leaving it all out!
This
happens to fiction writers in the art world, but only to a small
degree. In order to make this magic work about memory return; you
need to not make a habit out of it, it is like I used to do in
younger days by enjoying a great Christmas cigar. The rest of the
year I would not have a lit anything in my mouth, other than for
my tongue Mike McNulty, AHA! Without being able to control
something, be it dream control or memory retrieval control, it can
very easily get out of hand, and never does it work in th e long
run, for the good of any of us. So this information should not be
here at all, to serve as a discourse for how to become an
exaggerator and a perpetual habitual and pathological
prevaricator, (liar)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FEBRUARY
18, 2015,
WEDNESDAY
MORNING AT 10:56,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 57 DEGREES FNHT.
TODAY'S
RANGE: (H-63/L-55)
THEY'LL
BE A LOT OF FUCKING SORRY ASS JERK OFFS OUT HERE FOR THIS MORNING
ASSAULT ON INNOCENT PATHETIC FUCKING CUNT ME, YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!
PIP-PIP-PIP-PIP-PIP-BELOW---BILLY
HERSHEY MUMMY:
ON-BY-AND FOR
THE RECORD, DOCUMENT 1
SOSO
ILLEGAL TELEPHONE SQUEAL PERSECUTION AT OR AROUND 7:20 THIS AM.
NASTY
CHEMTRAILING IN THE SKIES OF FORT PIERCE, OBSERVED AROUND A
QUARTER SHY OF ELEVEN WHEN OPENING UP BLINDS TO LOOK OUT AT THE
WEATHER.
MAJOR
BODY ATTACK STARTED THIS, LAST NIGHT, LATE, WHILE WORKING ON MY
BLOG. IT WAS SO BAD IT MADE ME FORGET TO CORRECTLY RECOPY THE
PASTED IN TIME-DATE-WEATHER, IT DISPLAYS WRONG WEEKDAY BUT CORRECT
WEATHER.
Now
today, it was the noisy rotten fucking cunt lapping NABES FROM
HELL, so both Monday and Tuesday have been a major siege, Mizz
Blondie. But then there's hyperspace pal GOREN and his file, who
showed me that she is totally in on the plot to covertly get rid
of me. Put politely, it said she does not want me in her state
causing trouble for the political system. Well, what didi I ever
do to cause trouble other than for requesting some dam ass justice
around here I wonder, YO?
CALL
IN THE TROOPS FOR AN EXECUTION, POOR PATHETIC PITIFUL MARK WAYNE
MOHR IS REQUESTINGA LITTLE BIT OF JUSTICE. YOU KNOW, TREAT
MURDERER-TROUBLEMAKER FLORIDIAN RESIDENT ZIMMERMAN LIKE A KING,
BUT ENDLESSLY AND RELENTLESSLY MAKE THE LIFE OF MARK WAYNE MOHR A
LIVING BURNING NIGHTMARE FUCKING HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0240
SUPPLEMENTAL
ENTRY
STARTING
BLOG:
The
dirt bag markets must be F---L---Y---I---N---G, as every MOTHER
FUCKING COCK SUCKING ASS time that I have days like today,
wshooooooo, right up to the fucking stars and the galaxies beyond.
IF IT COULD HAVE GONE WRONG SINCE THE SECOND THAT I POPPED AND
POOPED OUT OF FUCKING ASS BED THIS MOUUUUUUUUUUUURNING, IT MOTHER
FUCKING WENT WRONG, AND AT THE FUCKING ASS SPEED OF LIGHT SQUARED,
AL, OL PAL OF MY PA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
went to work and then on errands, paid my fucking rent, went to
the K-Mart and the Winn Dixie Grocery Store, and before that and
after leaving work, over to Regis Philbin TD Bank. The only peeps
that are truly nice to me are over at my wonderful bank, I love my
bank, and I know you do too, RP, but BE CAREFUL, the dogs are
still on the roof above the WAYV on the Astral Plane, and mean
none of us one bit of good.
The
markets can go up to a million, but I promise you this. When I am
married before this year is out, they will crash and burn forever,
wait and see. I knew the attack over the weekend would do me in as
far as my fucking 'PM' or my PERSONAL MAGNETICS, I have been under
this fucking Naverone Super Jenny Johnson Gun since August 15th,
back in the year of mother fucking clit chewing 1986.
I
have major shit to tell later on, none of you will believe that I
fucking ass dared to blog it, sorry my PEE, or really maybe MI PEE
or MI & PEE, but time has run out on my keeping my mouth shut
about some huge mega secrets. Enough is enough huh Babs, and my
daughter doesn't need your crummy condo sweetie,
whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
Let
me post up and prove that without turning on a single media
outlet, I know what and not THAT I know!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BLOG
ENDS HERE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
forget about crummy condo's, I don't need to have my entire life
scrambled and screwed with by the ESS. How does the pretty lady on
the 'L&O' TV-SHOW say it in a heavy Russian accent, “WORSE
THAN K-GEE-B! I would have enjoyed standing about four
inches from her while she said it too, and don't deny it for a
minute, CUPI treats all notwithstanding, to quote th elate and
great, Mister David Charles Roth of Philadelphia. When I witness
the murder of him and his mother by Mister Schau, in March of 2002
and 2000; and how he got away with this perfect fucking dastardly
crime, I get a true respect for the Zimmerman-syndrome in this
nation from HELL!!!!!!!!!!!
DDDDDDDDDDDDDDA
same old same old (SOSO) son, with no different beats either. But
I wish to fuckiGN hell the Milituforce would be gone, as in DEAD!
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DIRY
ROTTEN FUCKING JANE SHITWITCHBITCH JUST FUCKING GOT ME WITH HER
COCK KNOCKING LICKING PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN. BOY DO I HATE YOUR
ROTTEN GATES, JANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll
freaking super nut-shell it for you all, good folks out here, YO.
I went down to talk to Debbie yesterday morning, and an extremely
wild thing happened that I feel at the present time, a lot better
and safer, to not talk about at all, just know please; talk about
quintessential weird days or experiences, and leave things right
there. I will only say that around the time that I returned
upstairs to my apartment, add maybe a half hour, and a knock on
the door came, and the repairman delivered and installed a brand
new beauty queen of a unit. There is way more to this story, and I
need to keep my whittle Herman Munster mouth,
S---H---U---T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All
that you need to know right now is that I was planning on being
out of this area by midnight, 7+ hours ago, and what happened,
altered my decision. Also, this illegal computer hack is getting
worse and worse when I try to get up to either of my two blogging
sites of BLOGGER or WORDPRESS. An official letter is going to be
off in the mail later today when I drive over to see my pal Mikey,
as planned, and more powerful strange stuff is involved with this
too my friends and fiends out here, Icabod McNulty HAHAWHO? I have
come to learn some powerful stuff so off the wall and so far out,
it makes all of 2007-2010 seem like I was in a child playpen with
five sleepy babies, and bored to tears, squared. Yes this letter
is to the FBI and to the FCC, about this hacking, and since they
do not want to answer my e-mail, I will write directly and get a
return receipt that they did in fact receive my ''2-letters'',
WOW, does it really get more 'wowed' than this if you were
watching the TWILIGHT ZONE?????????????????????? If you keep
reading, you will see the media hype of flooding in my area. We
have had a little rain, that is all. How all of you out here buy
into the EW and its crap, totally astounds little old me,
good folks. I was told by the great SSJKK to apologize publicly
for saying that stuff about no-god, before she saved me,
literally, yesterday. This was no trip in the creek, Baptist Bruce
from 1966, ouch, my arm, YO!!!!! Relax Keisha, that other ouch and
Bobby's other left; Steve Prefontaine. WHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! BYE-BYE
KALI.
AND
BYE-BYE TO EVWEEBUDY ELSE, WABBIT!
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