HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 163
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
went out to my medical appointment at Lawnwood Regional Horse Pistol
(Hospital), and got back in, just past noon. My repair AT&T peeps
will be here between 4-8, roughly. WEEEEEE,
not the dam TV, but WOW Paula Uwich,
and all your marvelous and ''connected'' friends. My best to all
those up in the Jersey Oranges; and Deon too. Give me a break Patrick
Jane, but then I know it would be way more freaking ass apropos to
just say, hey, give me a break 2008!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
I am dwindling aniwho, since petering freaking out close to a monthly
4K page-view. Oh well, as the French say, “SAY-LEVY”. As the
Americans might say, “Watch out for those kick ass times like in
1975, by all great Atlantic City Beach Patrol people, and of course,
when reported, watch out for all the great HALLS WALLS that go up to
protect the powerful people of all branches in government, federal,
state, and local, and IPY THIS ONE FOLKS, local is the smallest
perhaps, but inside of its deadly grip, lies all of the great and
humongous freaking power. You control an area, township or county, or
RAW; and YOUR ROCK AND RULE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Forget about the freaking
Empire State Building, Taffy and Director of FCC Bob, back in 1972.
Oh yeah I forgot, he wasn't the big cheese of the FCC then, but
merely my pal at Cooley-Wormhole Christmas Trees Hall, and did I say
HALL???????? Yes sir, let me watch out and BE CAREFUL around all
these local powers and FAWCES, and boardwalk frequency modulation
radio stations in Jersey. You are in with things you have no idea
about, my old buddy TD-REGIS, and hopefully I am not preaching to
RIPA, the choir, or any of your very interesting associates. Well,
your OCIATES anyway, and the first part is more the way I see these
lovely darlings up there to my north. LIKE WOW and like
WEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
just exactly what causes super unfathomable death sieges like the one
I suffered mother freaking from yesterday, some out here in this wide
ass world, may be wondering about. Well, when I get it all figured
out in a few million frikkin' decades or so, I'll clue all of you
into this as well, I promise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JUPITER
INLET CAM
WELCOME
TO JUPITER INLET, FLORIDA, USA
HAY
AUNT GERRY SNOW MASON, I'M IMPRESSED YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!
THE
ABOVE PHOTO, WITH THE MAGICAL LEPRECHAUN'S; IS COURTESY OF THE
WEATHER BUG (TWB), AS WELL AS PALM BEACH'S GREAT CBS CHANNEL 12
TELEVISION CHANNEL.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
FUDGE
ME AND SHUT MY ROTTEN MOUTH, GREAT FOLKS OUT
HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GODDESS
PAULA WILL GET ME FOR THIS,
and for what Dave and I did in 1986, at New Jersey's famous L.B.I.,
on one late summer night. This is right out of NICKS DEAD MIDNIGHT
POETS SOCIETY OF!!!! hay all grown up 'Teen bitch', leave my property
alone, you sludge brain fiend!!!! I will hear that Mountain Dew
bottle crashing into frikkin' pieces in Richard Karpf's basement at
1931 Route 70, in Cherry Hill, NJUSAESMWG, for all frikkin' butt
wiping eternity, ladies and gentlemen.
Tell
her McNulty. Tell her McNulty. Tell her McNulty. Tell her McNulty.
Tell her McNulty. Tell her McNulty. Tell her McNulty. Tell her
McNulty. Tell her McNulty. Tell her McNulty. Tell her McNulty.
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Tell her McNulty. Tell her McNulty. Tell her McNulty. Tell her
McNulty. Tell her McNulty.
Yes
King David, Talk
about wanting to freaking wash your hands!
Holy
mother of fucking goddess, I assure you, my pants are not on fire;
but
I am done!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
King David, Talk
about wanting to freaking wash your hands!
Holy
mother of fucking goddess, I assure you, my pants are not on fire;
but
I am done!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
King David, Talk
about wanting to freaking wash your hands!
Holy
mother of fucking goddess, I assure you, my pants are not on fire;
but
I am done!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
King David, Talk
about wanting to freaking wash your hands!
Holy
mother of fucking goddess, I assure you, my pants are not on fire;
but
I am done!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Strange
shit is going on, as always, and (behind
the OZ CURTAIN)!!!
“Oh well”, Dad and Sammy Montgomery. SHEEEEEEEIT!!!!
Strange
shit is going on, as always, and (behind
the OZ CURTAIN)!!!
“Oh well”, Dad and Sammy Montgomery. SHEEEEEEEIT!!!!
Strange
shit is going on, as always, and (behind
the OZ CURTAIN)!!!
“Oh well”, Dad and Sammy Montgomery. SHEEEEEEEIT!!!!
Strange
shit is going on, as always, and (behind
the OZ CURTAIN)!!!
“Oh well”, Dad and Sammy Montgomery. SHEEEEEEEIT!!!!
Strange
shit is going on, as always, and (behind
the OZ CURTAIN)!!!
“Oh well”, Dad and Sammy Montgomery. SHEEEEEEEIT!!!!
Strange
shit is going on, as always, and (behind
the OZ CURTAIN)!!!
“Oh well”, Dad and Sammy Montgomery. SHEEEEEEEIT!!!!
Strange
shit is going on, as always, and (behind
the OZ CURTAIN)!!!
“Oh well”, Dad and Sammy Montgomery. SHEEEEEEEIT!!!!
Strange
shit is going on, as always, and (behind
the OZ CURTAIN)!!!
“Oh well”, Dad and Sammy Montgomery. SHEEEEEEEIT!!!!
My
mother fucking program keeps freezing and trying to crash. The
fucking ''HIGH
DISK USAGE BY'' prompt keeps coming out from the lower right of the
monitor, so I know it is time for me to take the machine to a place
that can add more memory into the tower, like maybe fucking STAPLES
STORE.
A
stones throw away from the Atlantic City boardwalk radio station,
owned by the mighty and dangerous Paula King, is the South side of
the Schiff Central Pier Beach. This is what peeps who mess with
GODDESS
PAULA KING
run into, namely, the end of life as they know it. Her powers
stretch far beyond human imagination. A double of her in
hyperspace, very advanced, and in the Exploratronic Supermind
Society (ESS), jumps into her as well as others whenever it so
desires, such as Patty Hollister, and I am a cooked fuckiGN goose
since she raped me in the sixties. I hate her guts beyond any
possible way of ever telling anyone, oh mighty Federal Bureau of
Investigation, and my ex-landlord, Agent Steve Caruso, of Austin,
TXUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tell
me Agent Caruso sir, between the FAWCES of WFMU and WAYV, FM-RADIO of
NEW JERSEY-USAESMWG; what
fucking chance do I stand;
since
you refuse to help me against this powerful ESS?
They won't even allow me a G.O.D. Not a dam ass GOD, but a G.O.D., a
but (Game Over Demand)!!!!
I'll
be crossing over soon, wishing a lot of these nightmare peeps were
nicer, Agent Caruso, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Agent
Steve C. Sir, FBI; ex-landlord honorable sir;
where
do you think airplane #4 was heading on 911?
One hit the Pent, two hit the Towers and the 'Donna-Angela Club', and
the fourth was going to knock out that wormhole that these invaders
been controlling in A.C. Now for more than13,000 years since they
built the Adam-Eve garden and began the great experiment currently in
game-run!
I
knew I should have tried to leave Florida years ago, when the music
shit went totally south. I already through STM knew this was going to
happen to me. It began and 1983. It had no rational explanation. It
never would go away. Nobody would believe me. It was like a window
directly into hell. These things in themselves without going any
further, should be more than enough for me to realize, I was heading
straight into the 15-death year. I should have run like I did in
December of 2009. I didn't, and now I will be sacrificed and
murdered. I have no clue what this is supposed to accomplish but I do
know that after I am dead and gone, the world will begin to be
totally destroyed. How long the process will take is anyone's guess.
I have no answers, and I never claimed to have them. I always said
that it was my opinion, all of this, but based on my entire life and
the stuff that happened to me. Then taking that and instead of going
nuts or just playing head games about it and ignoring it as much as
possible, I then went onto rationalize things, and make stuff fit.
What I was able to make fit would then be a picture and as the
pictures collected, I had a photograph road map of a sort. This
allowed me to make these wild conjectures, that my almost ten year
blog project is so filled with. They may make little sense to any of
you, but they fit the pieces of my life perfectly. The deal with the
guy that had the bike crash is one example out of literally many
hundreds and maybe even four digit amounts, of things over the
decades, that all kept happening to me with absolute regularity.
There simply is no way for the entire thing to be a series of bad
luck coincidences. In truth; it is not that I cannot catch a break.
It is that I am not permitted to ever break out, of something that I
now call the family curse, or the Huntington Curse. Boy oh boy oh boy
and oh my, those dam auto-reverse cassette tape decks from days gone
freaking by. Fire me DT and RHM! See if I cry one tiny fucking tear;
gentlemen.
This
entire project is and was a waste, and fighting the ESS, as the Men
In Black all know, is beyond a waste. They control it all, and this
is why MIB'S don't want this known about so that a global panic does
not begin.
All
that can be said is in the following pasted in page paragraph, and no
one will listen or believe me, so screw the fucking world. My nabes
are banging and making noise again.
The
reason MIND does what it does and why hyperspace is what it is, has
to do with what happens when void infinity bursts out into plank, and
actually, before that actually happens, it needs to first go into an
im-between state called the realm of LAWTRON. This can be thought of
as the circuitry of the later formed systems, right down to where we
all are in this world here and now. The ESS has learned how to
manipulate various parts of the realm of Lawtron, and also the realm
below it, that Morianity refers to as the 6th
Dimension. This
in a nutshell, is all of my hell for 60 years, as well as all of
MORIANITY!!!!!!!!!!!
EVERY
PUSSY CHEWING AFTERNOON, THESE NUTTY NEW WOMEN ALL AROUND ME ON MY
FLOOR, PARTY AND MAKE NOISE. MY RESIDENT MANAGER HAS NO CHOICE I
GUESS, BUT TO KEEP PUTTING REAL FUCKING ASSHOLES ALL AROUND ME, SO
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! Oh well, as I said in 2008 folks; Long
story short;
the
mail was always delivered here at this lovely 6-9 room place, with
rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just
endless first days of summer of 2008,
and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity
now!!!!!!!!!!!
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 155
MAY
28, 2015,
THURSDAY
AFTERNOON, AT 1:58,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 84 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-84/L-75).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 51%, FEELING LIKE 86.
WINDS
ARE ENE AT, AT 16, GUSTING TO 21.
Even
Dennis Snyder couldn't tell reality from illusion, if he had gone
through anywhere near the total hell that I have. IPYT, lads and
lassies. Oh
boy, great people; I honestly do
not mean to be such
a prick.
Try to understand, Dreamboat Annie and others, that I have been
seriously injured, hurt, and damaged, by many many many powerful
people all over this world for about six solid decades now!!!!!!!!!
YES
I DO LOVE THE NUMBER FIVE, BUT ARE FIVE ME'S WORTH IT, PAULA?
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BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
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