HALLS WALLS
CHAPTER 79
''WROOONG'', HAIR SHAMPOO ADSPOT BEAUTY FROM 1980; I AM HERE, 8 YEARS LATER AS THE PROPHET ON NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No, it ain't Professor Kaku, but hold the dam MAYO anyway folks, OK OK OK OK Mister John King? Go buy a radio station!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH SHEEEEEEOT LADS AND LASSIES. PEOPLE ARE REALLY JUST WHAT SUPERMAN'S LEX LUTHUR SAID THEY WERE, ALL FUCKING CUNT ASS ALONG, MY BRAH!!!!!! I WILL QUOTE THE DUDE. “NO DAM GOOD”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEY JUST MADE MY FUCKING POINT FOR ME, TRYING TO CRASH MY FUCKING PC AND WORD PROGRAM AGAIN, PAM BONDI. YOU KNOW, THERE REALLY IS A SANTA AND A SARAH, AND MISFEASENCE, MA'AM. YOU CANNOT JUST SAY THIS IS NOT TRUE AND I AM A NUT. IF I EVER EVER MANAGE TO PROVE IT ALL, I CAN LEGALLY COME AFTER ANY AND ALL LE AGENCIES WHO REFUSED TO EVEN LOOK INTO THE MATTER, JUDGING ME SO HARSHLY AND BELIEVING THOSE WHO I HAVE ACCUSED OF MAKING MY LIFE A LIVING HELL FOR SIX FUCKING DECADES!
It
is against the law to have emotions, but not against the law to
persecute and destroy innocent lives such as mine. WOW, WHAT AN EVIL
EMPIRE THIS FLAG NOW FLIES OVER, MISTER BEARHUGS
BO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY MOLEY JEEEEEZ!
IT
IS APRIL 23, 2015,
EARLY
ON A THURSDAY AFTERNOON, AT 12:43,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 83 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE-----------(H-83/L-69).
HUMIDITY
IS 67%, FEELING LIKE 88 DEGREES.
WIND
IS SW AT 5, WITH A GUST TO 7.
WELL
GOLLLLEEEEY SARGENT CARTER, WHERE IS MARY CARTER, RESORTS
INTERNATIONAL HOTEL AND CASINO, AND THE CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE
AGENCY????????? ENJOYING A WORK OUT AFTER A COUPLE NICE BURGERS AND
FRIES AND A DAM SHAKE, OR ALL SHAKES, AND SHAHS? Where the mother
fuck are you, when I really could mother fucking use you today, sweet
old Auntie Geraldine snow Mason, YO? Any chance your daughter is the
Mayor down south of me near Cuzz Trumpie's place?????????????????????
Just askin'????????????? Don't kick my ass now, lovely Jennifer, but
I have a question for you too, gorgeous muscle girl. Just what was
that bit all about with Lucy, the insurance company, and the Channel
Eleven news people, I mean hay after-all, it was very localized
hyperspace, and on top of that, back in 2000 over at Guthrie Short's
great Blue Anchor, New Jersey mini-mansion; you know, need I go here,
she is your cousin and admitted to that on-air, and this was the
Agent Falcon/Condor UFO documentary station, back in 1988. Gimme' a
break here Jay-Lo. Like WO Billy Harner!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
WILL BE DEAD IN A FEW WEEKS, A MONTH TOPS, MIZZ BONDI AND SHERIFF
KENNY MASCARA, AND YOU WON'T HAVE TO FREKKIN' BE PUTTING UP WITH POOR
UGLY OLD DISEASED LITTLE ME AFTER THAT, SO GO CELEBRATE!!!!
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
ALL
SAVANTS KNOW THIS ONE, 'THE END'.
SUPPLEMENTAL
BOG ENTRY OF 4-23-2015
SEE
WHAT I HAVE TO DEAL WITH 24-7-365, MIZZ PAM BONDI, SHERIFF MASCARA,
BOB MCDOWELL OF FCC? EVER SINCE 1980 THIS STARTED, AND TO QUOTE
MISTER NON-DEEDEE ANDERTON OF THE SOON TO FOLLOW 'L&O' TV-SHOW;
WHEN IT STARTS, ''IT
STARTS''!
WHEN
YOU READ THE BLOG THAT FOLLOWS THIS, THAT I POSTED JUST BEFORE THIS;
YOU WILL NEED TO HIT YOUR CONTROL-A KEY ON YOUR WHITTLE KEYBOARD. MY
MY MY MY MY MY MY; HOW I MISS HEARING YOUR WILD STUFF ON FAMILY
STATIONS INCORPORATED, MISTER CAMPING. I DO NOT SEEM TO GET
YOUR STATION HERE IN FORT PIERCE ON NORMAL FREQUENCY MODULATION
ANALOGUE RADIO. IF I COULD AFFORT DIGITAL, I WOULD BE ABLE TO EAT
STEAK FOR DINNER, INSTEAD OF FAKING IT WITH SO MUCH FUCKING TECHNO,
OH JESUS, LET ME NOT GO HERE, HOWARD RPL!
LIGHTNING,
IF YOU ARE NOT TOO BUSY TO COME OVER AND VISIT ME LATER; PLEASE DO. I
HAVE SERIOUS MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' ENEMIES, AND I ALWAYS NEED YOU
WATCHING OVER ME AND NEAR ME; MY BLOND TEEN
ENDLESS LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SOON
I WILL BE OUT OF THIS DREAM, AND IT WILL ALL BE OVER FOR THE MARK
WAYNE MOHR NIGHTMARE DREAM. I AM ALWAYS YOUR RICTOFARIUS AND YOU
KNOW THAT!
SO
READ ON, AND HIT CONTROL-A ON THE HACK.
CALLIO'S
FLOWERS, AND:
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 78
You
need to view and enjoy two fantastic movies of the past late century,
THE
TRUMAN STORY
and
LAWN
MOWER MAN-2.
WHAT
WAS SPOKEN ABOVE IS JUST THAT SIMPLE, AND WITH OR WITHOUT RED COLOR
COLORADO JOHN HENNINGSEN. IT ALSO, TO QUOTE THE
GREAT DENNIS SNYDER,
“IS
JUST REALITY, SON”!
APRIL
23, 2015,
THURSDAY
MORNING 10:29,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 79 DEGREES FNHT.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE TODAY----(H-79/L-69).
HUMIDITY
IS 79%, FEELING LIKE 84 DEGREES.
WIND
IS SW AT 6 WITH A SMALL GUST TO 7.
YOU
KNOW THAT STUPID FUCKING BIPOLAR TV COMMERCIAL THAT SHOWS THAT
BUTTWIPE DUDE CRYING AND LAUGHING? IN MY MOTHER FUCKING DAY, HAVING
NORMAL EMOTIONS WAS NOT SOME CRIME THE WAY IT IS TODAY. NOW WE ARE
ALL DEMANDED AND OMMANDED TO BE JUST LIKE MISTER MOTHER FUCKING
ASSHOLE SPOCK ON STAR TREK, AND I AM HERE TO TELL YOU, IT AIN'T
NATURAL, AND IT IS CAUSING ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING SHIT TO BE
GOING NUTS, ALL OVER THIS FUCKING SCREWED UP GLOBE. IPYT
Y'ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
know, only the fucking devil himself,
along with all of this 'Rahsty-followers'; could manage to pull this
off. He was a bigger taper over the phone than my buddy from 1972 @
the Cooley Hall. HAY MACY BUNCH OF PULLED GIBB-LEVY ADSPOTS:
Three-six-nine,
the goose drank wine. The monkey chewed tobacco on the street car
line. The line broke. The monkey got chocked, and we all went to
Sahasra Dal Kanwal on a little row about, that's a fact. Check it
out. Do not pout!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
MERRY AND MIKE MCNULTY. But why did HALLS FAWCES want to go to so
much trouble and bother and expend so much energy and time, just to
pull off certain weird things over the past 5-6 decades, one is left
to very seriously ponder and query over, YO????????
Just
as there are dozens of weird things that I've come to recently figure
out seem to make a computer do some really far out shit, hacked or
not hacked, at least by any direct form of human conscious energy
systems (by people of their own free will), there are also hundreds
of non-computer related things that act in a similar fucking matter,
and it really mother fucking pisses me off, and let me quickly
explain just why it does, great folks! Because these are the
seemingly on the surface, harmless things; that make the life of one
person total hell, the life of another person, total heaven, and the
life of yet another person, right smack dab in the middle. There
indeed are three things that are happening behind the scenes of what
an y normal; people can ever look into. There really are a pair of
fucking OZ-CURTAINS,
and there really is a hyperspace equation, and yes Virginia and
Virginia Avenue in Atlantic City, there really is both a Santa Claus,
and a Sarah Callio, over at 401; and
does this symbolically stand for retirement plan alphabet number ten,
as in we were but ten, Sarah; or does it stand for the realer and
truer reality, my people; of the KRASSLE?????????
Hay
don't look at me. I have many questions, and I put them down on a
blog. But I never said since around age 30 or so, that I am close to
being the great and powerful ALKNOWER of any OZWALD or BABYLONIANS
lands of magic and mystery and wild daughters! Hay I'm honest, and
I'll prove it to you people. I just realized that I am wrong about
the letter K. It is not letter ten, it is letter number eleven.
YOU
MISSED ME THERE, JANEY
SLUTWHORE SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE,
WITH YOUR PAGE ELEVEN OF FUCKING TURD CHEWING ASS ELEVEN, SO
HA-HA-HA-HA YA-BITCH!!!!!!!!!
Here
is some of the shit that really pisses me off at C-SQ. I am a person
who loves goodness and fairness, and only tries to please people, and
was brought up to live by the Golden Rule. I try hard to do that, and
never claimed Pennock-Perfection, of course. BUTTTT-BIG
ASS FUCKING BUTTTT,
folks; no matter what seeds I planet, when it comes time for harvest,
and not that shithole up there with Jessica Grant on 25th
and Orange Avenue here in town, but when it is time to do the sow
part of the biblical reap and sow; my life proves one of two things
now after 60+ years of hard time on this mother fuckiGN planet.
Either this entire Christianity is a hoax, or else I have died and
gone to hell, and this shit all around me is just a part of it, that
means all of you and all of your lives and all of your shit, and from
the distant past all the way to the dim lit corridors of the future.
Do I claim to know with any certainty just which of these two are the
real deal? The answer is a simple unequivocal unadulterated
NO-NO-NO-NO, without any electronic metaphysics tapes, or any of my
many made up characters, who in real truth, all used me and my life
in hell, to get here to this plane of existence. That is what
PHASE-4-ENTITIES do, and what they are all about for crissake,
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
may indeed not know which of these two it is, but I absolutely DO
KNOW that it is either YING or it is YANG. In electrical reality,
there is no YANIG or YINAG. There isn't even any YINGYANG! It is
either positive polarity or it is negative polarity. Now yes, getting
into a frightening concept that even the great astrophysics labs, and
the NYU Professor M. Kaku, don't like discussing too much; there is
non-atomic
reality,
and this is because the Lawtronics defend themselves so to speak, on
the seventh dimension (D-7), by using this principle, so that if and
whenever necessary, this entire multiverse can be gobbled up in a
lower energy scramble and then reshuffled to clean out the shit that
has infected the entire mess. This principle works in all the smaller
truths right down to a person's immune system fighting germs and
viruses in our bodies. You cannot have things that tiny doing this,
unless it first is happening on a level so gargantuan that no one out
here would be able to begin to understand what is being spoken of on
this blog. The joke is that this has been done many times. But as
with a perfectly done splice job in human terms; we cannot tell that
it ever happened, but it has folks, more times than there are numbers
possible, in the numbers game. So go do a Postal-Paget on that, if
you wish, kind peeps!
Now
for several weeks, I have been both beaten up, as well as taken to a
very weird place in Pennsylvania about 20 miles northwest, give or
take of central Philadelphia, while my physical body sleeps and
rests. Last night continued this serial nightmare some more. Only
powerful T3E can force a person into an interaction
with
them on their realm. It
is done with extremely sophisticated towel-seepage
hyperspace-equation or TSHE for short,
and for the one being pulled in and used, it is normally not pretty,
and last night for me was no different, or maybe I should say earlier
this day, as I fell asleep around daybreak, and this happened I am
sure around 7-9 AM somewhere, physical-body-time. I of course was not
in my body, and this ''dream'' is what is being discussed.
I
am somewhere in a parallel universe, and court ordered to be in this
horrible place. It is like a sike-ward in a fruit cake factory, but
different in many ways. If I do or say anything at all, I get
horribly punished. A woman runs the place. It is beyond nightmarish
cubed. I have one good friend there, and it is someone I never met
here or anywhere else in the multiverse, that I am able to
consciously remember anyway. There are things so unbloggable that are
in this, and unless I feel I will be dead in hours, I doubt I'll tell
it.
Yes
ladies and gentlemen, I may be a little behind figuring all of this
out, and some have recently helped and aided me, one not done nicely
at all, but all said and done, it was Dutch Uncle good for me, in the
long running play and scheme of all things. There was a toy I enjoyed
messing with while visiting with my three friends in the summer time
in 1997, after coming home from swimming in the ocean in Atlantic
City, New Jersey, at the Berlin Radio Shack, on the Route-30 White
Horse Pike, Fred Windstein, Mirrors Craig, and Hard-Knuckles Don.
This toy was sold by Tandy back then, and would make sounds as you
pushed interactive buttons on it. We all would crack up when it would
ask me who I was and I said, “The Mayor”, and the thing would ask
again, and I repeated it in a real smart-ass voice, and after a short
pause, this cool thing would say to me, “You're clueless”. Well,
if it had been happening two years earlier, I would have bought it
for the dude in the Haddonwood swimming pool. We then could have had
a gift swap or exchange or RAW, back when he gave me those cool books
from the Washington Heights, New York Library about all sorts of
scientific shit. I have it to this day, and wonder forever why
certain few things seemed to be destined to make it down here that
night on 11 December of 2009, when I ran away from the KINGS, to
escape to Florida, with practically nothing but what I was wearing
and a few bags thrown into the back seat and the trunk of a mid-sized
car. So if you're out there ever, Joan Lap-Lane, yeah, I'm not
Superman, and Joe Berrios is not the Flash, BUTTTTTT, he was able to
translate that cool Spanish song that most South Americans do not
speak. I was unaware that so many dam languages were down there in
lovely South America!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well
all great Palm Beach Television people; I do not need to be Gawky
Gaukauk to know that I was minding my own whittle freaking bizz back
in middle 1980, after leaving my home at 112 East Fifth Avenue, in
Mantua, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG; for my first of three eventual stays
at a place once called by me (THE FARM OUTSIDE OF HADDONFIELD), and
later to be known by me and others all over that area, as the (ROBIN
HILL APARTMENTS). So much fits here, Clueless Pool-Roy. But then,
Gawky Magic allknower; we cannot leave out the two greats, who moved
my mother and me, into 1118 Linden Hill Apartments, in Lindenwold,
New Jersey, or the two greats shortly thereafter, who wanted to know
why I was so far from my home!!!!!!!!!!! JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE FONTY.
Boy I am clueless; but thanks for the cool books, Mister Colaman. SUP
LOVELY JOAN??? Is three of all of us, enough, MIDDIE?
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
I FELL UNDER
HEAVY MILITUFORCE SIEGE,
YESTERDAY, WEDNESDAY. MOSTLY IT WAS MAJOR SKY DEATH SIEGE AND
CHEMTRAILING, THE REAL BAD TYPE OF IT WHERE IT FOLLOWS YOU. I WAS OUT
ON PERSONAL ERRANDS, AND THEY HAD BEEN BAD, AND THE SKY WAS FULL OF
COAGULATED JET FUMES THAT HAD DISAPAITED; AND ONCE I LEFT A DOCTOR
APPOINTMENT, IT STARTED UP, AND GREW WORSE AGAIN. SOME HEAVY POISON
IS IN THESE, AS MY THROAT HAS NOT BEEN THIS SORE IN A VERY LONG
MOTHER FUCKING TIME. EVERY SINGLE MOTHER FUCKING DAY FOR ME IS TOTAL
MOTHER FUCKING HELL. IF I WAS AN ANIMAL, I WOULD BE RELEASED FROM
THIS MISERY AND PUT DOWN. BUT THAT IS TOO GOOD FOR HUMAN ME, SO SAYS
THE LAWS. THEY JUST WANT TO TORTURE ME WORSE THAN A CONVICTED FELON
ON DEATH ROW, AND SOMEHOW FEEL THIS IS OK. AND YOU ALL SALUTE A FLAG
LIKE THAT. ALL I CAN SAY HERE IS, ''WOW''.
Earlier
on my last short blog, I
was going to discuss the nightmare,
and
then connect it to the EW and many of my EW/Mili-2-Force enemies, but
why bother. Let them get their 500 points on the stock market and to
hell with poor old frail fudged up pathetic little ass-me!!! But then
I shortly thereafter went outside, INTO A WORSE NIGHTMARE WITH A
DIRECT MAJOR ASSAULT ON ME BY THE MOTHER FUCKING MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!
I
had recently bought stuff that I had on a list, and forgot one thing,
sore throat lozenge's. Isn't it beyond fucking funny how life works.
I will bet you they got 500 points on their mother fucking evil Dow
Jones markets, YO; by putting an already tormented and dying person,
through even more pain, and cunt chewing fuckiGN agony; Sheriff
Mascara, and A.G. Bondi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
TOLD YOU GINA-I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
I
KNEW WHEN THE MILITUFORCE WAS POURING THE SKY DEATH SIEGE ON ME TODAY
FOLKS; 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, SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT, AFTER ALL
THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME AND HELLISH PERSECUTION!!!!
NO
MATTER WHAT ELSE IS REAL OR UNREAL, WITHOUT ONE REALITY, NONE OF THIS
SHIT COULD BE GOING ON ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME, PEOPLE, YO!
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
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Now
the blog written before this one seems to have a BLUCRAN situation in
it. While out at the doctor and then later my errands began, I
stopped off at Goodwill. I couldn't help but to notice that the VHS
tape area had the movie I had been discussing, called “TOP GUN”.
Let me refresh your memory with the following paste-in, and if you
want to skip until
the font color changes to blue,
then fine. There is a fantastic late eighties movie that tells the
entire truth about Morianity and the enemies of the
founder-Mountainpen, called MILI-2-FORCE. Tom Cruise the fighter
pilot needs to know what he is going to use as his excuse before
doing something, that let's face it; if it shouldn't really be being
done, then why will he need the excuse? This has been talked about on
my life journal ever since the incident happened in 1988, I am
talking about in real life, as Mister Cruise only plays in the movie.
This darn shirt actually literally happened, Mister James Tiberius
Burr of Gloucester Merrysharks. You see, the Milituforce always
operates this way. This was what the movie was based on, or that part
when Cruise was in the cockpit of the Air Force Fighter Jet,
depicting the actual dog-fight that happened back in 1988 or there
around. I think the movie was a few years to a half decade later, I
am not positive. Microsoft has many updates that they do on a
continual basis, some scheduled and some unscheduled. Many of these
crashes and freezes, IMHO; are the WHAT'S
MY EXCUSES
of
the fighter jet incident of 1988.
Now
I happened to grab the VHS movie box over at the Goodwill, to check
for the year of the film, and holy fucking shit, if it was not made
in 1986, and yet the event that I saw broadcast over cable TV in 1988
while I lived in Moorestown, New Jersey, USA; came AFTER the making
of this film, unless someone is a liar, or off
his nut.
To quote Clarence the Angel from Jimmy Stuart's great all time
Christmas classic movie, ''It's A Wonderful Life'';
“T-isn't
me”!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
folks, some may remember and are still with me, but most likely most
either do not or never even archived the old blogs from middle 2008.
I am speaking of how my wonderful magic daughter, pulled off a
Blucran on me, changing the reality of Chatsworth, New Jersey, the
Cranberry capitol of the world, to Hammonton, New Jersey, the
Blueberry capitol of the world.
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Audience |
CALLIO'S
FLOWERS, AND:
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 77
Why
do sieges come and go out of nowhere,
and just how
is the BLUCRAN MAGIC pulled off around me
so frequently, and for that matter; just who
or what is behind all of this?
Let
us explore further, with or without my awesome daughter and her
pretty little friend from the islands.
The beginning of this can be compressed and abridged, and then broken
down quite easily, to all of its very basic component parts. Sieges
or anything else for that matter, that appears to come and go out of
nowhere, is just like editing a videotape. You can make people
materialize and dematerialize out of nowhere by a little amateur
video editing. One day in 1989 while living at my final third stay at
the Robin Hill Apartments, I had Cousin Donald's extremely expensive
Sony Camcorder, and edited lots of lightning shots taken out during
storms at many various places, all together as one event. Later, I
discovered that I had some stuff from various television shows and
had fun after seeing how simple and accidental it was, to make people
appear and disappear in and out of rooms like ghosts, only doing it
on shows that had no such plots at all in them, like old westerns.
This has all been said for one quick reason. I, as a result of seeing
some really cool editing come to life, and altering reality that was
depicted on video from its original creation; now am able to get more
of a birds eye view that in truth, it's not so much that sieges or
any other thing around me since this fuckiGN horrible shit began in
August of 1986, kh4-b^(lioj75ut5jfjd
and I am under a major mother fucking hack attack, and spell checker
has been deactivated, MIZZ
ATTORNEY GENERAL PAM BONDI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank
you Mizz Bondi and FCC Bob McDowell for restoring my SPELLCHECKER
SYSTEM at just shy of four this morning.
My daughter is really killing me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And these dirt
bags up in Atlantic City and at that lovely ass radio station think
that “I'm the fucking bad guy”. LIKE
GOD DAM FUCKING WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How
do you begin to ever truly count all of the horses asses and mother
fuckiGN total jerk offs around me that make my life a continuous
miserable hell, 24-7-365.2422???
Donna's
broken promises. Real real all right! Whatever you all say, huh
pre-Congressman back in 1975????????????? Boy oh boy oh boy, don't
let go of the pool-wall, YO. I do not think the man could swim;
Lapplane Joan!!!!!!!!!! Still, that is just me' whittle opinion.
Despite
all this death hell around me, my incredible roulette system is
holding out real nicely. I don't ever dare tell you anything about
it, kind folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
nightmare that I was going to tell before lots of hacking, can wait
for some other time. Let me get back to that other deal first about
things popping up out of nowhere, and then vanishing right back into
wherever they seemingly had come from. This goes for air assaults and
especially major chemtrailing shit after long periods of a break from
any of it; and much more shit. Let me refresh your memory with this
quick paste-in. Why
do sieges come and go out of nowhere,
and just how
is the BLUCRAN MAGIC pulled off around me
so frequently, and for that matter; just who
or what is behind all of this?
Let
us explore further, with or without my awesome daughter and her
pretty little friend from the islands.
The 'Blucran Magic', as I call it in jest here, is perfectly
explainable if those who are using it on you are a part of the ESS.
Anyone who can jack in and out of this gamogram-simulation certainly
is either in the 'ESS', or simply goes far beyond it. ESS can explain
it all, other than why it is being done, you know, the whole dam 27
feet of all the unanswered questions. Many say 9 yards, and you can
also substitute in 324 inches. The Exploratronic Supermind Society
can control the magic triangle of DREAMS, EXPLORATRONS, HYPERSPACE.
Go back and plug this into the PIP just above here, and see how. If
you cannot see or understand, maybe you just need to study Morianity
some more, as I really do spell it all out, no holds bared or punches
pulled. You all know these blogs tell it and don't spare it!!!!!!!
But
I'm telling you it's gonna' be all right, in the morning light, huh
Mister McKinnon, only we both know that this does not stop at Marcy
and Robin, and we both also know, ol' freeen' that if I were to go on
and tell all of the mind blowing shit of 08 and 09, I would be
wearing not only Joe King's great kicks up my ass BRO, but maybe
afterwards, I'd no longer need any trips to wonderful K-MART to shit
my pants. How I will remember making my cuzz nuts as shit that day at
his PLAZA. He made me nuts and wrecked my only car, huh Exploratron
Jerry Texaco of Blucranville? So why not let Leticia Tilley make him
a bit crazy back in the early autumn or late summer in 2009? You have
all the goddess-dam answers, right CUZZ???????????????? So you and
Mickey Walker just go right ahead, and join the JIMMY STONE CLUB. You
just keep fuckiGN firing me all you want to, Mizz Grant. Wow, I
wonder if General Lee's descendants are so mean spirited? McNulty, I
have but one thing to fucking say to you and then one thing to say to
MAGGY, not Maggie MAY Rod. MIZZ G_R_A_N_T????????? Grant me this one,
Phyllis Alexander Blucran; YO; were all of these games that
entertaining for you, that my hell is really worth it? That is really
cruel, like a losing dual. These games are not fair when I am in
their square. And yes, through and by way of Space-Time-Mind (STM), I
knew all of this shit in full blown vivid detail, in NBC colored
peacock splendor too, way back all through the dam fuckiGN eighties.
To that, I don't testify or swear, because I don't have to. All of my
god dam fucking copyrighted music does this for
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Is
this fun for you Mike McNulty, like a big ass barrel of monkeys and
maybe a box of puppy dogs as well? Big tits Sheila Hair Franklin
didn't think so that day at one of the Central Park exits, as she got
into that cab!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HA-HA-HA-HA,
EVERYONE WHO THINKS PICKING ON MOTHER FUCKING ME IS FUNNY, CAN GO
LICK THE PUKE OF A RAT!!!!!!
Well
DAWN brought it ON. Now let her scream in an endless dream. Lots of
people and not just in here wonderful are known to have that lovely
quality called being
a sell-out.
Well, they say we all have our price. But what price is going to get
you out of this one, oh great monster evil Chucky,
Dawn-Marie???????????
You
just go right on laughing at me. I know a magic
person from Long Beach Island,
who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister; and
told me. You know, that SHE'LL get me for
this. Well, she got
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
DAY I HOLD OUT MY ARMS OR ANY HOPE FOR ANYTHING TO EVER GET BETTER
FOR ME UNTIL I CAN BE LAID TO MOTHER FUCKING REST, WILL BE AN ICY
COLD SUMMER IN MIAMI, FLORIDA. I
PROMISE YOU THAT, (IPYT).
So
folks, what is the answer? First, I died and went to hell, and anyone
who doesn't believe in the total divinity and reality of JESUS
CHRIST, and how if you are not saved by his great blood, in this
gamogram-simulation; first is stupid, and second, never has been an
advanced gamer, in this new age next-gen video computer arcade
game-world. But before you judge anything concerning me,
Morianity-Mountainpen, the whole shmeer and with nothing fucking left
out; you really do need to buy, or just rent, but you need to view
and enjoy two fantastic movies of the past late century, THE
TRUMAN STORY
and
LAWN
MOWER MAN-2.
SAFE JOURNAL,
CHAPTER 0558
SUPPLEMENTAL
ENTRY
STARTING
BLOG:
FOLKS,
I TOLD YOU THAT THE DOW JONES WOULD FLY UP AND UP AND UP AND UP AND
UP AND UP, DID I NOT, YO?
I
really enjoy bragging when I am right for one simple reason. I am the
Chosen Cursed HUNTINGTON, and the chosen cursed Huntington never is
recognized no matter if I should jump up in the air and fly around
like Jenny Johnson and even toss a shark through a high rise condo
window. This was all eluded to in my great book from 1994 as I must
slap my own back as no one else fucking will, yes, “THE PERMISSION
BARRIER”.
OH
MY WONDERFUL ARM BREAKER GINA,
I am here to tell you
that
I need to remind peeps that this PARALLEL EVENT THAT HAS DESTROYED MY
ENTIRE LIFE, A CRIME THAT WILL MOTHER FUCKING GO UNPUNISHED FOREVER
IN THIS CRUEL CUNT EATING MONSTER ASS COSMOS; needs for me to remind
the world, OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER, AND SO I WILL DO JUST
THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Dow has raced up 600
points now in two weeks, and is higher than it has been since the
middle of 2007 somewhere; and here is what will happen to all of us
little 99ers who die when the pig capitalists get their way, as you
should know and remember quite well, YO, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AS
I SAID, THE DOW JONES WILL BE AT 14000 POINTS BEFORE OCTOBER, 15K
BEFORE 2013 ARRIVES, AND 25000 POINTS BEFORE NEXT MOTHER FUCKING CUNT
EATING SUMMER TIME. SO JUST MARK MY FUCKING TURD CHEWING WORDS, AS WE
LITTLE PEEPS ARE GONNA' ALL BE TOTALLY DEAD MEAT, AND WILL WIND UP NO
MORE THAN COTTONFIELD FUCKING SLAVES OF OUR WOMO OWNERS, YES; YOU TOO
WILL COME TO LEARN ABOUT 'WOMO'
IN YOUR OWN LIVES, AND YES, WHEN IT IS TOO MOTHER FUCKING
LATE!!!!!!!!!!
ENDING
THIS PATHETIC DICK THROBBING BLOG OF TOTAL WO, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Folks,
long after I am dead and gone soon, you will then and only then begin
to realize just how fucking totally magical Morianity was all
along!!!!
|
Audience |
APRIL
23, 2015,
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 5:12,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 72 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 91%. IT IS FEELING LIKE 76.
SMALL
S WINDS ARE AT 3, AND GUSTING TO 4.
THE
BOARD OF HEALTH IS GOING TO HEAR ABOUT ALL OF THESE ENDLESS
INFESTATION OF BUGS IN HERE!
I
NOW TERMINATE THIS TRANSMISSION.
Post
script information after mini-blog collection:
LOTS
OF FREEZES AND HACKS, ILLEGALLY IN VIOLATION OF MY CIVIL RIGHTS, ARE
GOING DOWN TODAY ON THIS DEVIL NUMBER 23 DAY OF MONTH NUMBER MOTHER
FUCKING 4, YO! JUST BRINGING THIS TO YOUR ATTENTION MICROSOFT
CORPORATION AND BOB FCC MCDOWELL, CHAIRMAN, AND MY 1972 SCHOOL PAL.
NOT TRYING T BE A BRAGGER HERE, EDDIE, BUT HAY JAYJAY, WHAT CAN I SAY
IN ALL OF THIS????
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