RED
ALERT---RED ALERT---RED ALERT
I
AM UNDER A MAJOR DEATH ATTACK, PAM BONDI, ATTORNEY GENERAL OF
FLORIDA, FORT PIERCE POLICE DEPARTMENT, SHERIFF KENNETH MASCARA, AND
OTHER AUTHORITIES, ON THIS NINTH FREGGIN' MORNING OF JUNE IN 2015. I
NEED SOME MAJOR LOOKING AFTER AND PROTECTION FOR THE DAY, THANK YOU
VERY MUCH!!!!
THE
MILITUFORCE IS OBVIOUSLY PISSED FUCKING OFF, BECAUSE LIGHTNING
GODDESS DIANA FORGAVE ME, AND WE KISSED AND MADE UP, AND HAD A
WONDERFUL TIME, OVER IN THE CAPITOL CITY
OF RICKTOWN,CALLED AKOSLEM CITY, AT A
REALLY LOVELY WATERFALL-PARK. MY TEEN GODDESS GAVE ME BEYOND
WONDERFUL LOVE, AND MY ENEMIES HATE ME BEING AT ALL FUCKING HAPPY,
GOVERNOR RICK SCOTT OF FLORIDA, KIND SIR!!!!!!!! NOTICE HOW THEY,
(THE ESS-MILITFUFORCE), CAN TOTALLY MANIPULATE AND CONTROL THE
WEATHER. IF YOU GET AN OFFICIAL READING, YOU WILL SEE THIS
ENTIRE YEAR, NO CLOSE LIGHTNING STRIKES ANYWHERE
NEAR MY AREA OF 7TH AND ORANGE, HERE IN
FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA; AND I KNOW THAT
THE NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE KEEPS METICUOLUS RECORDS OF ALL THIS,
PROVING THIS IS ALL BEYOND REAL.
FIRST THEY ASSAULTED ME WITH VICIOUS
CHARLIE HORSE AGONIZING LEG PAINS OUT OF NOWHERE,
IN BOTH OF MY LEGS, THE CALFS AND THEN UP INTO THE THIGHS, FIRST THE
RIGHT, THEN THE LEFT LEG. I NEVER EXPERIENCED THAT MUCH PAIN IN MY
ENTIRE MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' LIFE, GOVERNOR SIR!!!!!!!! THEN TEN
MINUTES LATER AT QUARTER PAST SEVEN, THAT ILLEGAL SUPER LOUD CAR
STEREO ATTACK CAME UNDERNEATH MY WINDOW.
ON TOP OF THAT, AND BEFORE AWAKENING TO THE CHARLIE HORSE HELL AGONY;
I FUND MYSELF NO LONGER WITH MY DIANA, GODDESS OF LIGHTNING ON THE
EARTH PLANET, AND WAS BACK ON EARTH IN A PARALLEL UNIVERSE, WITH MY
PAL DAVID ROTH. I WAS SOMEHOW IN A GROUP
OF PEOPLE WHO HAD ALL MET AT A LOCAL DINER SOMEWHERE,
THAT I HAD NO CLUE WHERE I WAS, BASED ON MY MEMORY AS ME HERE; BUT I
WAS TOLD I HAD A RECORD FOR DRUNK DRIVING. ALL THE OTHERS HAD TWO OR
MORE DWI'S, AND I HAD ONE. IN THIS UIVERSE I DON'T EVEN DRINK, AND OF
COURSE, MY DRIVING RECORD IS
SPOTLESS. BUT THIS WAS A HORRIBLE
NIGHTMARE, SIR.
I
WENT TO BED FEELING POORLY ALREADY, AND NOW I HAVE HAD TO AWAKEN TO
THIS HORRIBLE MOTHER FUCKING COSMIC ASSAULT; MISTER
PRESIDENT BO!!!! SAW YOU ON THE ESPN, GIVING THAT SPEECH
YESTERDAY; GREAT JOB, SIR.
PLEASE
TRY AND PROTECT ME FROM THIS VICIOUS SATANIC OPPRESSION, ALL
AUTHORITY OUT THERE. ONCE UPON A TIME A
CENTURY AGO; YOU ALL BELIEVED IN THIS SHIT, AND WOULD WANT TO HELP A
POOR BASTARD LIKE MYSELF, WHO IS BEING
SLAMMED BY THIS HORRENDOUS EVIL
FUCKING FORCE, FROM THE GATES OF
HELL!
I
TOTALLY FUCKING BELIEVE IN NUMERIC SYMBOLOGY. AFTER-ALL, WHAT
CAN I EXPECT, WHEN THE NEXT CHAPTER I WOULD BE WORKING ON WITH THIS
BLOG, IS NUMBER 1-8-6????????? HEY,
AIN'T FUCKING 'ONE' 86 ENOUGH FOR ME TO FUCKING CUNT BE FORCED TO
DEAL WITH; LADS AND LASSIES????? I GUESS NOT, FCC BOB MCDOWELL, SIR
AND OLD PAL. NOW THEY FUCK UP MY BLOG WITH
MOUSE JUMPING, CAUSING ME TO TRY TO REPAIR A LOT OF SHIT THAT
MAKES NO SENSE AND GOT SPLIT ALL OVER THE PLACE, WITH
THEIR MAJOR BLACK-HAT MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' HACKING. THIS
IS GONNA' BE A MONSTER 'FUCKIGN' BOTBAR TERRIBLE DAY, AND
IF IT DOES NOT BACK OFF, EXPECT
TWISTERS, FLOODS, WILDFIRES, AND STORMS OF HIGH ASS 'FUCKIGN'
MAGNITUDE TO STRIKE, ALONG WITH LOTS OF NASTY ASS CRASHES ALL OVER
THE PLACE. THIS ALL STARTED IN THE
MIDDLE EIGHTIES; AND RECENTLY DURING ALL
OF THIS RESURFACED MEGA-HELL I AM UNDER, HAS COME BACK AGAIN WITH A
MAJOR VENGEANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND
WATCH IT GET WORSE AND WORSE, UNTIL A
THIRD OF THE EARTH'S POPULATION IS WIPED OUT.
ALL THIS, AND MY MAGNESONIC SUPER MACHINE; WAS WRITTEN ABOUT BY GREAT
TRAVELING ESS PROPHETS; THAT NOW CAN BE
READ ABOUT IN THINGS, SUCH AS THE HOLY
BIBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JUST
BECAUSE 'POOLROY' IS TOTALLY CLUELESS, OR WAS BACK IN 1995; DOES NOT
MEAN THAT I AM, GOVERNOR SIR, AND AG-PB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY BEST
TO ALL MAYOR'S, AND TANDY CORPORATION.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015, BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
This
entire mother fucking hell I have been under since I woke out of that
shit on 15 august of 1986, is the absolute proof of hell and
eternity, being totally real. A lot of folks disbelieve all of this
and are not too impressed, and that is entirely their own bizz. I'd
fucking fight and die right now on any battlefield on the planet, to
preserve their dam ass right to believe and to voice their contrary
stupid opinions.
MEOW
NOTICE
HOW THIS HAS BEEN HACKED RECENTLY, PEOPLE? WE ALLKNOW THAT JUNE IS
NOT VOID OF LIGHTNING FOR AN ENTIRE WEEK ALL OVER THE CONTINENTAL
UNITED STATES. SO WHAT FUCKIGN GIVES HERE, OTHER THAN HACKERS FUCKIGN
UP MY BLOGS, AS USUAL, GUV SIR???
I
BEG YOU FOR PROTECTION, GOVERNOR AND OTHER AUTHORITIES, AS I HAVE TO
GO UP TO FREAKING VERO BEACH THIS AFTERNOON TO MY BEHAVIOR HEALTH
PLACE TO SEE MY COUNSELOR JANE. LAST TIME I WAS THERE, I WAS RUN OFF
THE ROAD BY A SLEW OF NUTCASE ENEMIES GOING 90 OR MORE ON ROUTE ONE,
SHERIFF OF BOTH INDIAN RIVER AND SAINT LUCIE COUNTIES. THEN A CAR
FROM THE LOCAL GANG-HOOD WITH BLACKED OUT WINDOWS TRIED TO HIT MY CAR
INTENTIONALLY WHILE ON MY LAST FEW BLOCK JOURNEY BACK HOME TO MY
PITIFUL PATHETIC PUBLIC HOUSING BUILDING, WHILE OBEYING ALL LAWS AND
TRYING TO JUST MIND MY OWN BIZZ AND NOT BOTHER A DAM ASDS MOTHER
FUCKIGN SOUL. I KNOW YOU DON'T WANT MY INNOCENT BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS,
DUDES AND DUDDESSES IN AUTHORITY, AND THIS HAS ALREADY STARTED OUT AS
A SUPER FUCKING HORRENDOUS DAY FROM HELL'S GATES AND
BEYOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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THE
WEATHER BUG,
In
Partnership With
MMMMMMMMMMMMMM
HEAR
MY VOICE PRINT, MAGNESONIC. I AM
UNDER ANOTHER DEATH-ATTACK FROM THE MILITUFORCE, AND NEED A MAJOR
COUNTERSTRIKE IMMEDIATELY.
ALL
GENERAL ORDERS. ALL SPECIAL ORDERS. ALL TECHNOLOGIES. CONTROLS ARE
ALL MAXED OUT NOW. DESIRE KEY AT NORMAL-NEUTRAL POSITION-J, BEING
RESET NOW BY ME, TO THE 'I' POSITION. ON AN 'I' TO 'D', A/B-TONE,
PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, WHOEVER IS DOING THIS TO ME IS
SCANNED AND WHATEVER HAPPENS TO THE IO ON YOUR TB WHEN EMPOWERED,
HAPPENS TO THE ACTUAL ENEMY TRASHY DEMONIC SCUM BAGS. THE EMPOWERMENT
A-B TONES THAT USED TO BE TWO AT&T PHONE TONES IN 1983, ARE NOW
REPLACED WITH THE 'EEEEEEE' LONG VOWEL SOUND, AND THE
TONE IN RED IS HIGH AND THE TONE IN BLUE
IS LOW.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189, G-1133, G-901, G-13, G-14, UNDER CG-18, AND STOP!
Mouse
fucking jumping hacking is starting up, FCC BOB MCDOWELL, SIR AND OLD
PAL!!!!
But then sir and pal from 1972 and Cooley-Wormhole ''HALL'', when are
they not fucking hacking and messing with poor old pathetic
persecuted fucking cunt little me, YO???
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RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 88%, FEELING LIKE 80.
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-76/L-66).
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I
WISH THAT I FUCKING WAS!!!!!!!!!!
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THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
Interesting
how the very pilot episode of “THE MENTALIST” television show,
has it in their script that I need to move to TJ, MEXICO, so that I
can get my anti-anxiety meds that I need to survive, and do it all
legally. I am now going to work on finding out how to go about this.
The internet has the world and all its information, and it is right
here at my mother fuckiGN fingertips. The very show that my blog and
that wild dream inspired into reality, and there it is on the first
episode, that TJ-MEX is where I will need to go. To me this proves
Hollywood is ESS, as I suspected all along, and the top peeps in the
club know and knew, back in 2008, all the shit I would be going
through up here in twenty-fifteen!
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
{{{((*HALLS----------WALLS*))}}}
CHAPTER
185
I
have been really sick for the past few days. There are good reasons
I did not run away last year when I saw all of this coming in a
round about way. I ran away from Jersey, and look at all the fucking
hell it got me into and all that was lost to me. I would rather die
right here than make things worse again. At least if I am murdered
by this 1983 mystery illness, GOD will know the truth and punish the
guilty bastards in her own good time, so sayeth me and the Lordess.
Vengeance is Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle's. I rest securely in
believing that, no matter what else is fucking happening all around
me!
I
anxiously look forward to my death. I have no fear about it at all,
it is only life that I fear, right up to that last moment of torment
and hell. These enemies can only ruin my physical life and destroy
my physical body. I feat the one that can burn both body and soul in
hell, and the actual translation into twenty-first century reality
that this scripture would mean should it have been written
yesterday.
JUNE
8, 2015,
MONDAY
NIGHT, AT 10:38,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 77 DEGREES FNHT.
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YOU TO JUPITER INLET, FLORIDA, USA.
When
I make any kind of a move at all, it always is worse than if I had
done nothing, and this is why I try and do as close to nothing as
possible, any more. It seems like one rotten life, and believe me it
is. But it can always be worse, and to make it that way all I ever
need do is 'anything'. Things do not always show up and so my words
look stupid. Take Jupiter Inlet for example. There was an unpleasant
thing that happened there today and it made the news. But looking at
the Jupiter-Cam, all looks so peaceful and nice. You see it and
think, wow, look at all these happy rich people all over the place.
But just as the Earth appears flat and the sun seems to go around
us, we all know these are nothing but false illusions, and that what
appears all around us is many times, one hell of a parlor trick
illusion.
This
is why I don't waste blog time for the most part, of getting into
most of the day to day stupid news, both local and global. It's also
why I gave up trying to explain a lot of things any more to anyone.
If I could make it 1995 again, and be able to know this entire
future consciously, and then make a conscious willed effort to never
try to find Sarah, never do any of th e things that were related to
that search, and all of the shit that went along with this
nightmare; I cannot begin imagining just how different my life today
in 2015, and over the past 20 years, would have been, and now would
be. It would be beyond huge, and that much I do know. A force bigger
than a skyscraper falling down on you, started all of this back
then. I suddenly was obsessed with finding this Sarah character.
Only it seems that she never really was there, yet I know that she
was. Was she another Quakertown Park kid that only I could see and
hear? If that is so, how were the people in that car that day on 30
May of 1969, able to hear her tell them that their friends were in
the shop. To this day, Estelle Bassler insists there was no shop,
just a hotel, and insisted the side of the street this was all on
was reverse from what I know very well, it was. So many unnatural
things fuckiGN happened just since this search to find SARAH KRASSLE
all began that I would number the hairs on my head at age 25 before
I would get to all of these things.
But
even with all of these things; there is a lot more that can never be
told. Some fucking things would simply disrupt natural balances and
make life here for me beyond impossible, instead of almost beyond
impossible where things stand right now.
Only
a handful of quantum physicists who have no time to learn of me or
my life and read my blogs, would understand them. Those who read
them just think I am a total nut case. This is the typical way of
the world, even for most people of the non HUNTINGTON CURSED
majority. There are about five people who know my shit is all true
and all for real. But fear for their own safety and lives makes them
cower in the corners of shame, and not come forward in my fucking
ass defense. In or not in agreement when I say the world has been
observing me like a hawk since my birth, I say this now; where are
you Detective Ray L&O Curtis. Am I being too menacing t ask you
that question, here, now, then, or at McGuire's botbar-bar in
Atlantic City, NJ-USA-ESMWG?
You
fucking missed me, witch-bitch-Jane, and screw you!
I
just left a parallel universe, where I printed up several varying
versions of this sentence, just as I am still doing, Dorothy
Twisters. Without a spinning house in a wild funnel of winds, we all
do just as the great Judy Garland did in that wonderful original
television production. With or without hyperspace wizards, this is
done by all of us, all the time, not only by sleeping and waking and
then repeating that endless womb to tomb cycle; but even while awake
and asleep, we continually slightly alter in the tiniest and
unmeasurable atomic frequency that makes us agree or not agree with
the rest of atomic cosmos around us. If we go off by a hair, we move
into a parallel reality that also matches us by being that same hair
off. Still, those who understand some really powerful secrets, know
that meditations are intentionally done that can intentionally place
us into other words in hyperspace, and even though different
verbiage may have been used in those great books in the late
nineties, by the mighty father of the New Age Movement or NAM,
Mister Carlos Castaneda; just read these books he wrote, and see how
basically, we are on the very same page, no pun meant, I assure you,
but interesting, huh Mister Berra. There is no such thing as
blank-art.
These
fucking buttwipes above me are making lots of weird loud sounds, as
they do once in a while when they go on one of their nutty-rolls.
On
May 12, 1996, when I wrote the song, “SARAH”, some really weird
shit would go onto happen about 50 days later as a direct result. If
I were to sit down and write just this, and have the talent to do it
fictionally, and be James Patterson; this blog would be a viral blog
in less than 72 hours following the post up. I know the fuckiGN
enemy is upset with just that much said, even to only 30 to 40
readers, as my hacking just started, and I took a
Word-Disappearing-Hack. Great fuckiGN time to sign off, as I am
getting drowsy anyway!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
BLOG ENDS FOR NOW.
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
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MY
GLOBAL BLOG AUDIENCE:
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!
PAULA
KING IS GOING TO KICK YOUR FUCKING LITTLE ASS, YOU KNOW.
I
AM NOT AFRAID OF THAT BIG UGLY WHORE, TANSTALKER.
PAU-(C)
MEOW, look behind you, it's monster Paulaking2011-Paula, and your
friends over at Google Microsoft 36!
I
AM REAL IMPRESSED WITH YOUR FANTASTIC SENSE OF HUMOR TANSTALKER.
“YOUR
FRIENDS ARE NOT ONLY IN THE SHOP, BUT THEY'RE DARKER THAN YOU ARE”.
TAKE THAT OVER TO MONK'S 36TH AVENUE TECK-BAY; MOUNTAINPEN.
BITE
ME TANSTALKER.
MOHR
HOT SAUSAGES MARK, UP YOUR ASS, WHEN PPK GETS DONE WITH YOU!
PAULA
CAN GO
BITE
MY BALLS OFF!
SHE'LL
DROP ON YOUR HEAD FROM THE TOP OF YOUR CUZZ'S CHICAGO TOWERS; LOVEY!
PISS
ON YOU AND BIG PAULA-PATTY!
WOW
YOU ASSHOLE MOUNTAINPEN!!!
Read
this Tanstalker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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WEATHER BUG,
In Partnership With
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
Local Weather Cameras
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT.
So
why did I begin playing with voices and tape recorders,
'MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON'
???
Well
let us without going all the way to Jamaica to explore this further,
add a little bit about this today on the blog, folks.
With no exceptions, I have come to learn, with a lot
of help from my hyperspace daughter Paula King Junior, that it all
has to do with the great game of the great mother, many have called
this MOTHER-NATURE for a long time, but again, Rose Shakespeare
Tanstalker, if you're so great and smart, and PPK is so wonderful,
prove it to me, as I think you're both a couple of real mother
fuckiGN pricks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO
WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THAT, TANSTALKER, YO?????????????
I
THINK YOU ARE THE BIGGEST 'FUCKIGN' MORON PRICK ON THE PLANET,
MOUNTAIN-PUKE. PAULA SAYS TO WATCH YOUR 6, AND THAT SHE IS RIGHT
BEHIND YOU!
HAY
YOU TWO, CAN'T YOU GET ALONG? YOU'RE WORSE THAN THOSE SICKO NABES
OVER AT FORT PIERCE PUBLIC HOUSING!
Sorry
Merry, it is just that Mountainpen gets on my last nerve, like he did
with Dawn.
SORRY
MERRY, BUT TANSTALKER IS BEING A REALLY MEAN BUTTWIPE WITH ME TODAY,
AS USUAL. I TRY TO GET ALONG WITH THE CAT BUT HE IS SO MEAN TO ME,
YO.
I
think you're all totally clueless, just like the mayor!
AND
LOOK WHO'SE TALKING, POOLROY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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