Friday, June 19, 2015

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 205






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THIS IS GOING TO BE A DAY-JOURNAL AND POSTED WHEN I FEEL LIKE IT. HERE IS THE WAY THIS DAY IS GOING, WITH THREE STRAIGHT DAYS OF MOTHER FUCKING MAJOR DEATH SIEGE FROM THE CRACK OF DAWN ON, AND WHY NOT? DAWN CRACKED MY LIFE APART A SHORT WHILE AGO, AND IT HAS NEVER EVEN TURNED ATROUND TO LOOK BACK, EVER MOTHER FUCKING SINCE!





OBVIOUSLY, THE MILITUFORCE HAS BROUGHT INTO THIS BUILDING WHERE I AM FORCED TO LIVE DUE TO PROGRAMMED-POVERTY VIA MY ENEMIES, AKA THE MILI-2-FORCE; AND THEY HAVE RELENTLESSLY DECIDED TO SET OFF FUCKING FIRE ALARMS.



FIRST FIRE ALARM WENT OFF AT A PIERCING ROTTEN FUCKING 7:51 THIS MORNING, 19 JUNE, 2015, FRIDAY.



ENGINE LADDER 15 OF FORT PIERCE, DEACTIVATED SMOKE-FIRE ALARM AT 8:00 AM.




HH88HH88HH88HH88HH88 AND YES THANK YOU SO FUCKED UP KINDLY, FOR PASSING THIS WONDERFUL AND LOVELY HUNTINGTON CURSE DOWN TO ME, OH GAP PARENTS AND FAM!!!!!!!!!!


THIS IS THE LAST MOTHER FUCKING TIME I WILL EVER DO THIS. AS SOON AS I LOGGED OFF, ALL HELL BROKE CUNT CHEWING LOOSE; SIR SHERIFF KENNETH MASCARA, OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY IN FLORIDA, USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AT 9:11, THE POWER DIED, AND I WAS WITHOUT ELECTRICITY UNTIL ABOUT 11:24. THIS FUCKED UP MY DOCTOR APPOINTMENT ALSO. I WAS ALL SET TO RELAX FOR A WHILE WITH THE TV, AND BOOM; MY CUNT HUFFING LITTLE PATHETIC WORLD TOTALLY SHATTERED. IT IS VERY HOT WITHOUT FANS AND AIR FOR TWO HOURS!! I WAS TOLD WHEN I WALKED DOWNSTAIRS, DOWN SIX FLIGHTS OF STEPS; THAT I WON'T BE ABLE TO USE ELEVATORS, THAT NO BACK UP GENERATORS ARE WORKING, AND THAT IT WOULD BE A GOOD FOUR HOURS BEFORE THE POWER WOULD BE MOTHER FUCKING RESTORED. THEY CLAIM THAT I SHOULD HAVE RECEIVED A NOTE AT MY DOOR, ABOUT THIS, SO I WOULD HAVE BEEN PREPARED FOR IT. I GOT NO NOTE AT ALL AT MY DOOR ABOUT THIS; FORT PIERCE FUCKING COPS, SHERIFF SIR, GOVERNOR RICK SCOTT, ATTORNEY GENERAL PAM BONDI; NONE, NONE NONE!!!!!!! SOMEONE DID NOT WANT ME WATCHING THOSE FIRST EPISODES THAT I MISSED, EITHER ON ONE CABLE CHANNEL, OR THE OTHER ONE; AS I USUALLY SWITCH BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN ''GHOST WHISPERER'', AND ''LAW AND ORDER'', ON THE FRIDAY MORNING FUCKING CABLE TV SCHEDULE. I CAN ONLY WONDER WHY, AND JUST WHAT IS FUCKING GOING ON. THEN AGAIN, SHORTLY PAST A HALF PAST ELEVEN; ANOTHER FIRE ALARM WENT BOOMING OFF, AND TEN MINUTES LATER, IT WAS DEACTIVATED; ONLY THIS TIME, NO FIRE TRUCK WAS OUTSIDE ON AVENUE FUCKING B, BEE YO, AND SO BOO-YA TO ALL-AYA'S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


HOLY MOTHER FUCKING GODDESS AND TOILET BIBLE FLUSHES, WHY IS SARAH KRASSLE PERSECUTING ME TO FUCKING DEATH, GREAT KIND WORLD? IS SHE EVER GOING TO GROW UP AND GET A LIFE AND FORGIVE???????? YOU TALK ABOUT BEING COMFY IN YOUR OWN SKIN, BIZZ PART PP, HEY GREAT, I'M HAPPY AS SHIT EATING HELLFIRE FOR YOU, DUDE, AND I TOTALLY MEAN THAT. BUT IF YOU HAD TO LIVE MY FUCKING CUNT PWERSECUTED AND HARASSED LIFE ENDLESSLY; YOU WOULDN'T BE COMFY ONE MOTHER FUCKING LITTLE WHITTLE ASS BIT, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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''MMMMMMMMMMMMM'', hear my voice print electronically and sixth dimensionally.

Destroy all these horrendous fucking enemies making my life a brutal excruciating unrelenting hellfire nightmare. You know exactly what I want done, so scan, empower, AND FUCKING DO IT, OR ELSE YOU WILL BE TOTALLY OBLITERATED!!!!


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I do not think I will survive this attack. I will not get any sleep tonight with this beeping all night long. If I unplug, there is no phone, no nothing. This is why I loved the old days before all this hi-tech fucking cunt junk, and this is why my enemies love it today, as they are in total control of our lives, and can wipe out their enemies covertly and harshly, and get scott fuckiGN free away with it. Even two blankets covering it, hardly muffles the sound. If any complaints come in, all I can do is tell the truth, What was I supposed to do? This never happened to me before! Assholes are going in and out, and it is half past three; so none of these dirt bags can complain about me with all the fuckiGN shit they do anyway. Well, now I need to buy a new video machine, and a backup power brick; at Walmart. I guess I'll be eating soup for a few weeks. This is how my enemies keep me endlessly down, oppressed, and poverty stricken. This has gone on all of my mother fuckiGN life. Don't tell me not to bitch and complain, you phonies out there. These preachers make it all sound so good. Let them live my cunt chewing life for a while, and watch them fucking curse out GOD from one end of the church, straight to the other end, and back again.


When I went out on my errands, they somehow wiped out my backup power brick, and this has caused all this hell and aggravation.

My third and final spread, over the two blankets, seems to have kept the noise from this defective brick to a minimum. I sure won't get cold in the night, and need any of them. The lows have not been under 80 to the south of me for a week, and even here it barely drops below the fucking eighties. I just hope when the super disasters strike soon; they remember this night, and what was done to me; and then let them really mother fuckiGN cry into their cunt huffing beers.


ALL THESE POWER FUCK UPS HAVE RUINED MY COMPUTER, AND MY BACK UP POWER BATTERY, SHERIFF MASCARA; SO IS THIS FAIR? I AM JUST A POOT LITTLE DUDE ON SOCIAL FUCKING SECURITY DISABILITY, PERSECUTED AND DESTROYED BY MOTHER FUCKING ZILLIONAIRS, SIR?????????????? I SURE AS SHIT ASS HELL DO NOT THINK IT IS FAIR, KIND SIR. HOW ABOUT YOU, MISTER RONALD WIRTZ SENIOR, CCPO, UP IN NO-JOY-Z?




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But Patty's powerful FASCITAR tapes are a whole other ballgame, huh MERRY???????????? October 31 is a bad one for me too, in case you are interested.


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Am I ''ddddoin' it right'' Mr. Walmart???????


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I will never forget the way Bruce Pennock, bob McDowell, Daniel Mackey, and Patricia Hollister; all seemed to be one huge combination of something that I was never able to quite put my finger on back in 1974. Still, this old audio-collector from East Bengal, is still here, and the great Copyright Office knows this, to this very day. Fuck me, world, I must be sacrificed for the sake of the great Jehovah-Scylla Goddess, SHE-IS!!!!!!!!!!!! SHE has this thing about sacrificial fucking lambs, and who am I to argue with my teen-queen?????????? After all this fence stuff, hay Bob-1400-OWL, when in Rome, we count in Roman, and do all things Roman. Like gee fucking willagars, YO!!!!!!!!!!!











The fucking fat man from China says, “me' Chinese cookie is almost as prophetic as me' I-Ching wands that I left back in Ann King's place; the rented home owned by FBI-AGENT, Steve Caruso, of Austin, Texas”!!!!!!!!



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Ron, ADA, up in Jersey and back in the nineties, kind sir; you told me they would react when tested, and you seem to know these fart bags a lot better than I ever will. I did all the legwork you told me to do, and it led me to places that go a few light mind universes beyond fucking Carlisle, Pennsylvania, USA, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh the Astral Gods, let this poor little flower child of the sixties go and die already, while all sisters sing about it, even in very naughty houses. You be polite, Tommy Dizzy-Doe-Dee Roe/Reale!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


If you kept my stuff ANN KING; you are sitting on a gold mine, that makes your great baseball card collection, pale by comparison. I'll bet you already have figured this out by now. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!




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NO THANK YOU, LET ME NEVER JOIN FUCKING HADDONWOOD ON 27 JUNE OF 1994, HUH LIZZY-GIRL??????????? WOWOWO-WOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! IS THAT A MAJOR FUCKING DRAGNET OR WHAT, MISTER FRIDAY????????????????? FUCK THIS DAM ASS FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


















































































I KNOW YOU DON'T WANT MY INNOCENT PATHETIC BLOOD TO BE SPILLED ON YOUR WATCH, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, SIR, SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA! PLEASE WATCH OUT FOR ME!


You know kind sheriff sir, you are a really cool dude, and I always enjoy seeing you on my local news. They keep you real busy. I always tell my enemies, “Don't come down to this part of the wooded-neck, and start trouble”. As you and your local area co-sheriffs know only too well, they don't listen to me. Oh well, Halloween and BOO to us all, huh my friend? Maybe Patty shoulda' let Merry out on Halloween back in 1974 instead of punishing her, but then, always wondered why certain places seem to be power-points, and even my bankruptcy attorney up in New Jersey seemed to know something. Well, I doubt I'll be around much more than a couple months, and it will be all over for me, my pal Sheriff Ken Mascara. How I remember Marc up at Harvest, saying he was one step ahead of you all the time. I told him, not forever my friend, and he laughed. I think he and BOO bothy ended up in your hospitality sweet up there on Rock Road. No one ever listens to me, Kenny, sir. Hey, I'm used to that, it's been 121 deci-annums of it now in my current-me-lifetime.
















































JUNE 19, 2015,
FRIDAY AFTERNOON AT 12:19,
HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT TEMPERATURE 91 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE TODAY-------(H-91/L-72).
RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 52%, FEELING LIKE 98.
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ALL SAVANTS OF HELL, ''THE END''!!!!!!!!!!


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