HALLS WALLS,
CHAPTER 104
This Friday was a
vely vely intelesting Bob FCC McDowell day, in many many many 1984
Ingrid ways, Mister Doogie Savant Howser! I will attempt to
compensate for what was not allowed for me earlier, and I doubt the
real reasons were directly to stop me from my goal and objective,
however; that is the way the cosmos works, and that is in just 3-D,
so imagine when you factor in a 5-D reality, how things major
accelerate into total non fathomability. What may appear to a very
overly paranoid individual such as myself, and with dam good reason
of course, still may just be the great inner and outer workings of
this gamogram-simulation, or (COSMOS)! The simple truth is that blog
sites, at least Wordpress and Blogger, do not like 150-250 page blogs
shot up to their system, well, unless it is not a free blog. If you
pay, I am sure you get way better service as a blogger. You can pay
directly, or a successful blog can accept advertisements, which I
have no problem doing, especially if that helps defray costs so that
I can be given that nice preferential treatment of the 100,000 page
hits plus club, as I call it. I know I do not want the responsibility
however, of either having to pay for those who click onto them, or to
be paid. One is unacceptable because it would take money that I do
not have. The other is not acceptable either, as if a sudden large
flurry of hits in a month caused a large payout, I am only permitted
a small sum maximum per month, and if I go over it, my disability
bennies are instantly cut. I should know, this happened to me in late
ten or early eleven, when the GAP-SS Administration offices called me
at the local county branch, as I was working at the Harvest, through
a program in Washington, DC with the AARP system, and because of a
paycheck cycle error; it appeared that I had over earned my monthly
allowable amount. I was about to lose my bennies, when suddenly, a
miracle happened, and they found out it was an accounting error at
the local AARP employment office, and that I did not go over the 999
dollar monthly maximum; but just to fuck me over and make me lose my
bennies, or my apartment here; I don't trust the Milituforce for a
second; as they could send electrobots to click all over. and
generate a plus 1000 dollar check for a month, and I'd be fuckiGN
totally screwed. So if I live to reach the 100,000, and they want to
put ads on my blogs, fine. BUTTTTTTTT, I will have a signed contract
with Google/Blogger, that no monies will
involve me. Nothing out, nothing in; no matter if zero ads are
hit on, or a billion.
I was doing this
blog while waiting for a bed delivery. When I was out getting my car
climate control fan repaired, right next to my mechanic is a used
furniture store, and I walked in while waiting for the repair to be
done. A box spring and mattress that is orthopedic and firm, was on a
super sale, and even with the delivery charge was only 180 bucks and
that is with tax as well. I bought some ice cream on sale, four
gallons, at the great Virginia Avenue Publix Store, after leaving the
repair shop and paying for the bed. The delivery man just came and
went, and now I have a nice firm queen bed. At least if I am going to
frikkin' die, I can die in my own comfortable nice emmereffing bed.
That's not to say I am not going to move to TJ-MEX or wherever I may
want to go so that I can survive my 1983 choking condition, but here
is what none of you will ever know or accept. All this crap from
1980, then 1983, then 1986, then a988, then the nineties, and my
search to locate the great mysterious Sarah Krassle that began after
the end of the year 1995, all connects this very time up here in this
present period of time, in ways so outlandish and inconceivable, that
no words could possibly ever exist to describe it in full detail, but
I am sure planning on trying to do so as the HALLS WLLA chapter of
this Morianity and After Morianity project, keep marching
onward!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAY
1, 2015,
FRIDAY
EVENING AT 7:15,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 77 DEGREES FNHT.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE------------(H-82/L-57).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 52%, FEELING 79 DEGREES.
WIND
IS NW AT 4, WITH GUSTS TO 18.
The
very first of three total times, that I moved into the GAP Robin Hill
Apartments, was 35 years ago on this very day, MAY 1, 1980. I won;t
forget that frikkin' day any time soon, in th e next five or ten
millennia. IPYT, Lois Foca and Gawky.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
why did this all happen? Why did I move into there 35 years ago, and
dam yesterday to me? Why did I leave there on January 31, 1983 to
move into Jerry Pliner's home my mom and I rented together, in Atco,
New Jersey, at 135 Norris Avenue; USA-ESMWG? WHY WHY WHY
JIMMY?????????? YYYYYYYY oh great and powerful (GAP) © Office of the
GAP United States of America??????????????????? Well, there are
reasons, but are any of you ever up to really hearing any of them?
And if you think you know, you're just even more frikkin'
clueless!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Asking
and answering the questions from the above paragraph; would be
equally on par with, and every bit as stupid as, well, asking why
Chapters 103, 102, and 101, of my current blog-book, called “HALLS
WALLS”, was not permitted to go up all together, into one blog, at
the GOOGLE-BLOGGER website. It isn't anybody's fault, not even Jimmy
Buffet's or any nice women out there back in the 'New Kids In Town'
days. It is what it is-125-34. Just as SSJKK says in the bible so
often, I AM, or I AM THAT I AM. Still, when any little thing goes my
way, I always feel the need to really thank my wonderful and totally
awesome Jehovah. Let me give you a small quick explanation to what I
mean by going my way. I had expected a big repair bill, but instead
of being what I thought it was that caused the problem, I was able to
skate on a forty dollar repair. Someone used the strobe-light to burn
a circuit out. I am not going to say more than this, but I am going
to put some people at ease. I do not intend to make any trouble for
anyone. They all have way too much power. The Census can come and go
as well, despite not allowing me to be given my medicine. This is
assuming I live and survive. This is probably a big favor in
disguise, as I will be a lot happier in a foreign land than here
where so many powerful mother fuckers all hate my guts and think and
plot ways to hurt and destroy me, 24-7-365.2422!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am going to take a dinner break, and when I come back, it will be
hours later. BUTTTTTT, no one reading this will feel that passage of
time. MAYA without the MAYO or the clinics! I'M BACK, EVIL FUCKING
CHUCKY DM-KING! This is why my mother fuckiGN mother was so sharp
once, before Paula King destroyed her mind when she went into her the
night after Christmas, early on the morning in 1997, of 26 December.
She always knew that my electronics were controlled by the mother
fuckiGN devil, and I laughed, and I laughed, sort of like all of you
do wit me. And guess what, she was mother fuckiGN correct all along.
She even knew while under the supernatural spell for a lack of more
scientific way of saying it, over at the Laurel Road Kennedy Hospital
of Stratford, New Jersey; and I will quote her, and I fucked up by
not listening to her. “Get me out of here
now, or I'll never be normal again”. I
didn't, and she wasn't. SHE KNEW,
just as I know what the FAWCES of HALL, and their covered up covert
WALL; is doing to me and has been, ever since I mother fucking cunt
dared to say, I will tell what happened to me underneath the Schiff's
Central Pier of Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA, on the first Saturday
of July, in 1969; and then come clean on the 2020 U.S. Census. Folks,
this property damage shit goes hand in hand with major mother fuckiGN
utility persecution, and when it starts, I couldn't quote the great
Mister fucking L&O Anderton better if I was given a million
fuckiGN bucks to do it. “When it starts, IT
STARTS”!!!!!!!!!! He said that, amazingly enough, in the
office of non Central Piers, but indeed, in the office of Manhattan
County District Attorney, Adam Schiff. You know people, if I am wrong
about all of this, wouldn't the family have let me know?
Jane
fucking Whore Sleazeweedsdisease just cunt chewing nailed me,
at page eleven of eleven; so I will need to compensate now with my
fives, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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now this takes me to page 12, and the newest damage to my property.
They burned out the left fucking audio channel on my small TV that I
use for plugging headphones into. It is not the phones, and this burn
out was done a week or two ago, as slowly it has been acting up, and
I know better than to say anything. I have suffered through these
attacks by this scum bag fuckiGN HALLS FAWCES MILITUFORCE since 1986
now, and know how it works, and how to mother fuckiGN best deal with
it, for minimum life damage. SATAN HAS NEVER BEEN THUIS MOTHER
FUCKIGN STRONG, and it is my deepest fear that in reality, he is a
lot more powerful than the so-called fucking all mighty god. I have
never ever seen evidence in my entire life, that points me to any
other direction than this, based on what happens to me, and no matter
how devout I am, or how much I pray and live a Christian life. No one
is carrying this cunt chewing cross, no one. Only me, and the only
possible thing that explains it all, AND YOU ALL KNOW IT, WHETHER OR
NOT YOU LIKE IT ONE TINY BIT; you mother fuckiGN all know, that
only MORIANITY explains it!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't happen to be
madly in love with this situation either, my great friends and foes.
As for the shit with this most recent mother fucking UTILITY ASSAULT,
as you know or should know, it began several weeks ago, while I went
out on a few errands, and tried to play a cassette tape in my car
system, and pow, the polarity for which side of the cassette-auto
reverse that malfunctions, switched back again, for about the fourth
fuckiGN cunt lapping time, since this started about two years ago
after leaving mike Patterson's brother's home, up on South Hutchinson
Island. Here mother fucking comes some nasty computer-hacking shit,
Mister FCC-Bob McDowell, buddy and sir, a (WD-HACK), YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yes, I can have both channels, but I lose
stereo. I keep both sides of the headphones, but it is in monaural
sound. They are trying to fuckiGN hack out words big fuckiGN time,
Federal Communications Commission, YO!!!! I am pretty sure, it is the
great Scylla 343434343434343434343434 Goddess, under total
manipulation of the great Lightning Goddess's twin fucking
brother!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sounds totally mother fuckiGN crazy,
huh? You bet it does, even to me. BUTTTTTTT, if I were to ignore what
I know, along with about nine thousand coincidental things; then I
would really REALLY be fucking crazy. And believe this or not Mister
fucking Ripley, I AM NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONICCCCCCCCC,
you know what needs to be done, and you better do
it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM------and
STOP!
This
entire mother fuckiGN planet is going to exp[lode if I shut the sun
down. Keep this fuckiGN shit up with me, you m other fucking jerk off
turkeys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My best to your cousin in
Atlantic City, NJ-USA, and your wonderful wife; Steve McGinty. You
would have been wow'd and awestruck if you had heard my problem, late
in 1996, old pal!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyone
who can hurt a person to this degree and for endless time, is so
twisted and fuckiGN ill, that no normal part of humanity could really
be expected to ever relate to my story. That is the goal of Morianity
I think, if I wish to be candid and honest with myself, 100%. I can
tell the story most of the time, without attaching myself too much
into the nightmare. Not all the time, but enough to make it keep
going. My prediction is that I will not live to see this blog in the
100,000 PH Club, and if it is not to be, or it is to be, it will be,
either way. Then again, there was that old example that I cited
somewhat recently,most will remember. They went to so much trouble to
stop me, and they already had a roadblock that was undefeatable
further down the fucking lane. Yet you'd never have known it the way
they set up such intense fire at the first strong hold. The only
explanation, and you would have to be in the category of Hawking and
Sagan and Kaku and those types, but I am going to say this on my blog
right now, anyway. This little deal has but one explanation, and it
involves the 'BLUCRAM' or simpler stated; the manipulation of the
fourth and the fifth dimensions of the space-time-mind physicality of
transdimensional cosmos. And hay folks, do I know this great family
can do these things, conscious or maybe perhaps unconscious, but the
answer is a profound and resounding YES. I have seen it. I have
witnessed it. And I attest now, and swear to it, legally, under pain
and penalty of libel, slander, perjury, or any other charge ever
thrown at me by the GAP-TAWF of washcloths and abductions.
I
could say some shit right now, and am tempted big time. I really want
to say some shit. It would make all other shit on this nearly ten
year blog project, all pale in comparison. But unless I know I have a
friend in some small way, or at least someone who is on board for not
allowing me to die a horrible nightmare fuckiGN death in HIS COUNTY
and on HIS WATCH, the GAP Saint Lucie County, Sheriff Ken Mascara; I
cannot yet take a chance. But I am going to drive over to his office
next week or the following one, and leave for him, a small package
containing irrefutable evidence that I have real live enemies on par
with shit right out of fuckiGN Star Wars!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hate to have
to lay this on his doorstep, but I asketh you folks, what choice do I
have? Have thou an answer for me anybody? Now if the great marvelous
wonderful James T. Burr of Shark Gloucester were here; he would have
another spin on this, as he did in the seventies and the eighties. He
would say that just as I have been set up by SATAN, so have those
around me that seemingly appear to be messing with me. This is all
his game. And the funny thing is, Jimmy, I know you are basicly
correct. But another angle that you always refused to believe in at
all, and poo poo'd it all to hell as if no one in our life time would
discuss it intelligently, and this is time travel, what else; but
when this is added in, it creates a third major concept, that takes
what I shout holy hell about, and your ideas that I never said I
totally disagreed with on their face; and takes this into a bizarre
major compilation of commingled crazy bullshit that defies even the
imagination of a hundred Rod Serling's.
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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LIFE-TIME LONG, I
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
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Notice
how every time I talk about major word-disappearing hacks on my
blogs, this new hack seems to be when both of these things happen to
my mother fucking word document, in total violation of my AMERICAN
CIVIL RIGHTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These rights are
afforded me and all non felons in this nation, guaranteed to me,
under the United States Constitution. My
seventh grandfather, on my mother's side of this twisted screwed up
mother fuckiGN family; was a founding father, Mister Samuel
Huntington; and a signer of the Declaration Of Independence.
He was Governor of the state of Connecticut and died in his fourth
term in office around the start of the final decade in the eighteenth
century. This dude is why our entire government is named, Uncle Sam.
I ain't fuckiGN trying to brag, but merely trying to show how sinful
and rotten this present day power structure is, to pick on the
descendant of one of the great AMERICAN FOUNDING FATHERS for
crissake, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
People
totally dick eating amaze me, folks. If it takes a thousand decades,
I will never figure most of them out even the smallest little bit.
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, I'll bet that cunt chewing stock market flew
to ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS, LET'S FUCKING SEE!!!!!
I
will be the first one to admit it. I do not understand what is going
on after more than 30 years of this wild crazy lunacy, cubed. OH BUT
YOU DO HAVE TO SEE THAT I TOLD YOU THAT AFTER ALL THIS DAMAGE AND
HACKING AND VIOLATION OF MY LIBERTIES AND RIGHTS AND THINGS THAT I
OWN, THE HUGE RALLY WOULD BEGIN, AND IT IS ONLY JUST BEGINNING,
LOVELY KAREN C.
The
nightmares are real bad again. The dream about me being all fucked up
and at an auto mechanic shop is coming true, on top of being deathly
ill with a mysterious condition that no doctor can make sense of let
alone cure. By disallowing treatment that worked, my mother fucking
anti-anxiety meds that worked to permit me to function, at least
allowed some degree of life, and now, that is over, at the hands of
one very evil sick rotten fuckiGN nation, the USA!!!! Whoever out
here from Trump to the wealthiest people on this planet to the
greatest in any capacity, beware: If you have done this to me, you
will pay a stiff fuckiGN price!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAYV or no
WAYV. WFMU or no WFMU. How's this for some nice fucking aggression,
Bancroft Special Education School? Enough emotion and anger for you,
Doctor Garrigan and David Leigh fucking Blackboards 1979
Smith????????????????
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
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Audience |
I
AM A MOTHER FUCKING DEAD MAN, PEOPLE!
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