So
just exactly fucking why do I go through these horrendous sudden
death sieges, as anyone following me knows totally well that I do?
Well, I explained why they APPEAR to come out of nowhere and then
vanish back into that same clear-blue-sky nowhere from where it came,
but I did not explain who is doing this to me. SATAN IS DOING THIS TO
ME. SATAN OWNS AND RULES AND RUNS THE FUCKING EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND
SOCIETY. SATAN has no pitchfork, no horns, and I promise you he is
not a hater of the great SSJK, nor does he battle for your isness of
Lawtronic being, the way misinterpreted scriptures and religious
teachings of old, all insist upon. As with anything that is a big
topic, there's a lot more to it, and things are never the way the
mass populations believe. Betting
against the masses, in the world of high finance and
business; is called the ''SMART-MONEY''.
Ladies
and gentlemen, there are reasons why the Astral-Plane gods, and the
most powerful of them all, SSJK (Jehovah-Goddess); seem to have
caused me to be in a very unusual relationship with them, in so far
as my human reference frame from my dreamed-down physical life here
in the hyperspace, as Mark Wayne Mohr. I of course am not so arrogant
as to think I can ever speak for SSJK, but I do know that this
Almighty Goddess is very mad at me. I know she is mad because I do
not obey. I know I am a shellfish, as she calls disobedient humble
servants of here who know better. I know I am being unforgiven for
terrible things I have done, since my inability to forgive those who
have wronged me so badly, has driven a wedge between us. My hatred of
Jane Ones Sleaze is merely one example, and we can go ever onward,
with Paula King, Ann and Dawn King, the entire entertainment world,
horrible people in the family as well as in Atlantic City, wealthy
pig cappies who use ICPE-APE on me, and so forth. I know I am an
unforgiving old coot and a miserable twisted fucking ornery old cuss.
Until I can forgive all these Milituforce and family enemies, and my
baby-mama and my own mama for that matter, from here to Breyers Ice
Cream Church Farm School of 1971; well, then the LORDESS (SARAH)
Jehovah Krassle, won't forgive me. All odds are I am shortly going to
die a very horrible death, and all I can hope for is that it all will
then be over, and we all know this is not true, so who's fuckiGN
kidding who?
JUNE
8, 2015,
MONDAY
MORNING AT 10:16,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 84 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-84/L-70).
HUMIDITY
IS 63%, FEELING LIKE 89 DEGREES.
WIND
IS ESE AT 8, WITH GUSTS TO 9.
FORECAST
HIGH IS 88 DEGREES TODAY.
The
lawnmowers and weed whackers are outside the building making it all
nice and pwetty and neat, for all of us poor worthless welfare slob
rats. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How would my old 'buddy
from 1971' MikeMcNulty@ChurchFarmSchool
put this I
wonder, maybe, ''AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA'', or maybe he just might say, ''WOW
THIS, what's a hyperlink''? In any case, I wouldn't waste time if I
were you, trying to click on it!
Audience
THIS
MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' JERK OFF, ACROSS FROM ME, WHO GOES IN AND OUT, WITH
THAT GOD DAM MOTHER ,FUCKIGN, DOOR SLAMMING BULLSHIT; IS REALLY
GETTING THE FUCK TO ME, KIND SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHRIST ALMIGHTY.
You're
like totally breaking my heart.
Not
today, Mister Poison Garbage Xerelto.
That's
why I smile and smirk at the bastard. He long went past my last
nerve, Dawnie-girl!
NOT
MINE; I'M STILL CRYING.
HE
NEEDS A TON OF THESE SIX FEET ON TOP OF A WHOLE WITH HIM LAYING
INSIDE IT.
OH
KISS MY FUCKING ASS ALL OF YOU'S.
HAY,
SHUT UP ALL OF YOU. IF WE ARE REAL REAL GOOD, MAYBE TH EMOUNTAINPEN
WILL TAKE US FURTHER INTO THE PLOT OF HIM AND MY OLD KITTY-CAT TAST.
Just
as with 'Poison Garbage Xerelto', NOT TODAY cute little
Merry!!!!!!!!!!!! Not today.
Yes,
gravity fields can stretch time, and they can stretch mind, and so
why not people? But that can all wait, as I said, not today, folks.
Still, why not quickly ask you about these continual garbage
TV-ad-spots on medical bullshit. The baby-boomers are aging and
dying, so since they own the world, still; we are forced to endure
their barrage of unrelenting fucking medical advertisements.
LSS,
that garbage Xerelto is one of several ads where I want to know what
folks are supposed to think. For a week we see ad-spots telling us to
sue for all the horrible shit this junk has done to our helpless
Ginny-pig bodies, and then for the following week, take it take it
take it, it is great fuckiGN shit. Then comes the next week, sue
them, sue them, sue them, then you get the idea, the next week, take
it take it take it. Just what do you want fucking people to do,
ASSHOLES who are in charge of broadcasting and of all the shit we
viewers are forced to sit through and watch?????????????
YOU
MISSED ME JANE SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE. OH
YEAH; I AM SUPPOSED TO FORGIVE. MAYBE I CAN GO ONE WAY THIS WEEK AND
THEN ALTERNATE EACH WEEK. YOU KNOW, FORGIVE, THEN NOT FORGIVE. I
DOUBT IT HOWEVER. I KNOW SARAH CALLIO SAID TO HER GIRLFRIEND IN HER
CAR, SOME TIME TOWARDS THE END OF THE YEAR 1996, IN A PARALLEL
UNIVERSE; THAT SHE
CAN'T GO FOR ANY OF THAT. SO
IF SHE CAN'T, I DOUBT HER GREAT ALMIGHTY CUZZ SARAH KRASSLE CAN
EITHER; SO LET ME SOW MY OATS FROM HERE TO THE WALL OF MISTER BOXER
HALL, AND ALL OTHER MOBBED UP MUSIC-BIZZ FOLKS OF THE
NINETEEN-EIGHTIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CHOKE
ME TO DEATH AND LAUGH AT ME, SARAH KRASSLE. I JUST WANNA' KNOW IF I
SHOULD HANG A LEFT OR A RIGHT OFF OF 95 ONTO GRANT AVENUE. WHEN I DO,
SHOULD I BRING THE ENTIRE MACY-BUNCH ALONG WITH ME, AND WILL YOU THEN
RELEASE MY THROAT FROM YOUR GREAT WHITE JULKERCHIEF BY THE GREAT OKAY
TO CHOKE ME FLORIDA LAKE?
HELL,
IN ANY CASE; My life is one big fat ass fucking hell.
ONE
FOR EVERY DAM MONTH OF THE YEAR.
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER
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