FOOD PUKE DAY
HERE IN PUBLIC HOUSING. LOTS OF MOTHER FUCKING DOORS HAVE BEEN
SLAMMING AWAY EVER SINCE AROUND SHORTLY PAST FIVE THIS GOD DAM
FUCKING MORNING AS IF I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH CUNT CHEWING FUCKING HELL
TO DEAL FUCKING WITH; SHERIFF MASCARA,
AND PAM BONDI, AG OF FLORIDA, YO YO YO
YO!!!!!
2015
HAS BEEN THE WORST YEAR NOW SINCE THE LAST FEW YEARS OF THE MOTHER
FUCKING CUNT LAPPING BASTARD NINETEEN-EIGHTIES. THAT IS WHEN
THIS ALL BEGAN, AS MOST IF NOT ALL OF YOU OUT HERE, KNOW BY NOW. OR
YOU OUGHT TO, BILLY ISLANDBOY JOEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
is only a matter of time, as history always repeats itself. When this
all started, as it worsened into an absolute non tolerability, this
is when the world began with the Mexican Earthquake, and then
afterward, came years of major quakes, volcanoes, and severe natural
disasters, as well as numerous unexplained aerial crashes of all
types. This went on for more than a decade, and then when it slowed
down a tiny bit on me, this also slowed down, so it seems Magnesonic
automatically measures and then calculates, just how much to
counterstrike measures are necessary to maintain my survival against
this beyond Satanic Demonic Monstrous Mili-2-Force. I am making one
point very clear however. This whatever it is against me, didn't
totally begin on that magic date of 8-15-1986, BUTTTTTTTTTT, this is
the line in the sand time, where things totally got far worse. I
should know as I kept a life chart. It began in the summer time in
1982, and four years into it, it changed, and was right there in
black and white to be seen. Suddenly, my daily rating numbers were
all nothing but solid rows of ONES, hence, where we get this Jane
witch bitch attack and seeing ones all the time everywhere. All
things, good and bad; have their origins, in mortal waking life. Time
may be an illusion, but I never said it doesn't feel absolutely real
when we are inside of its grasp and its maya, while awake and in
physical body and material realm. I am getting sick and tired of not
knowing what they want me to do with this Norton pop up regarding
heavy disc usage. If memory is having a problem, then that can
explain all these recent freezes and crashes, and maybe I need to buy
another fucking thing that is put into the tower of the PC so as to
expand the memory. If so, then that will need to be done. But if I
don't need to and this is not what the situation is all about, I
cannot afford to waste money I need to repair my latest fuck up in my
automobile, and other major urgent things. So I have this on my
Round-Tuit Abeyance List, or RTA-LIST as it was jokingly referred to
in the seventies by the 'nerd-geeks' or its equivalent back in those
times and days. Making this more pronounceable, this is now on my
ROTA LIST. If I had money, I would pay off the mother fucking
creditors that call me daily and leave voice-mails for me that I owe
them money. Gee like really? I didn't know that. None of them have
mercy or care in the least that I was brutally destroyed and used and
stolen from and intimidated, and kidnapped, by a HORRIBLE FUCKING
FAMILY FROM HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I had already repaired my
credit quite a bit before meeting these nightmare fuckiGN people, and
had lived just fine with my clunker, on my little budget, and my SSDI
Disability money and my part time weekend job at Cifaloglio. Then
along came these lovely darlings, spit out from hell's gates straight
to me. Looking back in hindsight, a child can see how all of this was
done to me in a totally organized and planned agenda and way. It may
appear very paranoid sounding, but how can I help that; GAP Mister
and Misses fucking psychiatrists; if it happens to be the mother
fuckiGN cunt eating total truth, YO??????????
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HAVE BEEN DEATHLY FUCKED WITH BY THESE MONSTER
FUCKING DEADLY HALLS
FAWCES!!!!!!!!! NO MATTER WHAT I EVER DO, I am
damned if I DO, and damned if I DON'T. I can turn left, right, stay
still, or try both ways, and nothing ever
allows me to escape the fucking brutal pummeling of the
HUNTINGTON-CURSE!!!
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People,
my life totally fucking
S---U---C---K---S!!!
THE
REASON I KNOW THAT THE BIBLE AND ALL OF CHRISTIANITY IS A FUCKING
HOAX, MORE THAN A THOUSAND MOTHER FUCKING POPES ALL PUT TOGETHER IS
SO SIMPLE A TINY SNOTTY FUCKING CHILD COULD SEE IT IF THEY WERE
SERIOUSLY LOOKING; DEAD OR ALIVE, SHERIFFS AND BOUNTY HUNTERS, OR
HUNTINGTONS!!!!!!!! If the principle of REAP
AND SOW does not work for one single person, who BY THE
WAY HAPPENS TO FUCKING BE MOUNTAINPEN OR ME;
then the entire thing is a fucking HOAX AND
LIE; MISTER FUCKING CHILD SCARE HELIUM BALLOONS of
2009!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
know it is funny in a non-ha-ha way, it really is. Things done around
me, lead me to tell the world that wishes to listen, be it my three
or four dozen peeps reading me, or ''whatever'', to quote the boy who
now is Congressman Andrews; but in all honesty, these horse shit
attacks that came out of nowhere, and go back into this mysterious
fucking land of nowhere, from whence it all came, is really one long
nightmare. Individual attacks come and go out of the blue, every bit
as weird and fucking crazy, as the original
nightmare all began out of cunt sucking fucking ass nowhere on the
morning of AUGUST 15, 1986; when I climbed out of my bed, in
Cherry 'nothing real good about it' Hill, New Jersey,
USAESMWG!!!!!!!! If you can do a job of fiction, a fifth as good as
my real life, Mister J. Patterson, I'll hand you my mother fucking
hat, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And a flower.
JANE
FUCKING WHORE FONDA JUST BIT MY ASSHOLE APART WITH HER PAGE ELEVEN OF
ELEVEN CLOCK-ONES ASSAULT ON ME, AGAIN.
I AM ONE SCREWED MOTHER FUCKER, BETWEEN THAT NEVER ENDING
DEATH ANGEL, MORTIMER MORTINO; AND HER STINKING ROTTEN ASS; AND HER
MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' UNRELENTING COCK SUCKING ONES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JEEEEEZ-LOUISE, FON!
LET
ME MOTHER FUCKING COMPENSATE FOR EVIL-ASS-JANE ONEONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Christ Almighty.
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HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 103
Speaking
of both the fifth and sixth dimensions; just why was my dam DNA
effected, forcing me to always be awakened with MONSTER SORE
THROATS. I used to always be chewing on aspirin tablets, and sucking
on throat lozenges, all day long, day after day after day; ever
since the spring time in 1977, while working at MARS. 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 non-super-ex-friend, sir SB? Well,
since those days, bad as shit was then, I have come to appreciate two
powerful things. First, that I really am seeing bottom now, and
second, I have a real respect for those 1997 Victoria
Callio non-ooder DMV license plates all over New Enemies Jersey! Dave
Roth and I began observing, that a VC series of DMV license plates,
began popping
up like Potter-Magic; all over the place in Jersey, directly
following early 1997, and my visit on 2-7, to McGuire's Bar, on
Tennessee Avenue; and my meeting with Frank Callio at his police
station, when he was the Sergeant there. Then eventually one hot
miserable summer day, while on a payphone in Atlantic City, asking
for him to come and meet me, and he never showed up because his Aunt
Vicki to him NOT 2, and a week or so later, one night from my house,
and over the phone; she said to me, “Talk to Frank”, and slammed
down the phone receiver. The owner of the automobile in 1989, or the
registered owner in the DMV New Jersey records, of the plate back
then, 'ITALY
7',
was a very good friend of many nephews and nieces of other farther
removed members of Vicki's parents. I never saw Vicki back in 1997,
but twenty-seven years earlier, both Frank the ACBP dude was
life-guarding on the Ventnor beaches near fagot Tom Reale's later
sold to ACMUA Cornwall Avenue home. His girlfriend was Victoria
Callio. She had a chair business on Saint James Place, putting beach
chairs out near
the Schiff Center Pier,
back in those days. She
always used to say to me over and over, “Mark, you've got such
gorgeous hair”.
Many people insist my hair has not changed all that much since 1970.
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MARK WAYNE MOHR MOUNTAINPEN, BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
2006-2015,
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Hay
Mike McNulty, I think your grand daughter is laughing at both of us,
you crazy mother fucker!!! But is she laughing at us because she
knows we both are Neil Regan-Bob Lockhart clowns, like Regans little
brat used to laugh at my machine and the lightning making the
Privecode system go off automatically, back at First Highview? Well,
in any case, maybe they both are laughing, and if that keeps them
happy, great. Still, how many times can we laugh at horrible
shit???????!
MAY
1, 2015,
FRIDAY
MORNING AT 7:40,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 58 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE------(H-64/L-58)
NICE COOL DAY SO FAR!
WIND
IS NE AT 4, WITH GUSTING TO 10.
HUMIDITY
IS 97, WIND CHILL IS 57.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION BOB MCDOWELL, OLD BUDDY FROM 1972, IT IS YOUR CO-JOKER, MARK WAYNE MOHR. SUP DUDE?
ReplyDeleteTHE BLOGGER SITE IS REALLY HACKING MY BLOG, STARTING MAY OUT WITH A REAL BANG FOR ME, but then, WEIN?
I wanted to take the most recent three blogs and put them together. They allow big bloggers with millions of mother fucking views on them, a lot more space, that is what is going on. This is why I am trying to fucking reach the 100,000 club and then they can put advertisers on the blog, and I will sign a release that the Google people take 100% of the money, and I do not want anything other than the same rights afforded to others who I have read their stuff, and they are allowed to post all sorts of shit and it is usually way longer in the blog part, not that folks can't archive by clicking onto the right margin area, but we all know that most don't do this, they only speed read the main blog that is right there currently. So when I feel I need to keep a last-3, and it is much over 100 word office pages on the PC, they always flag it with the covert-error shit, and I feel that is discrimination, you know, the fuckiGN dirt bag 'Kardashian Syndrome" as I have come to call this!!!!!!!!
No offense Kim, and your friends don't dam scare me, and also, the spell checker at Google-Blogger does not recognize your spoiled brat name, WEEEEEEEEEEE!
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