HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 215
Gee
folks, I am so mother fucking stupid and retarded. I know better and
I do the very same shit over and over and over. I know that the same
folks are out here, and I know that unless and until I manage to find
a way to get ''real readers'', my life has a zero percent chance to
ever change, and this HUNTINGTON MOTHER FUCKING CURSE will never ever
be broken!!!!!!!!!!!!
All
the Christopher Bennett's and Edward Lynch's in the universe cannot
alter that reality in a trillion fucking eons!!!!!!!!!!!
If
you do the very same thing year in and year out, and shit is horrible
and never changes, then it never fucking will. It is so fucking cunt
simple, yet I know for a fucking fact that I am by no means the only
person who knows better, yet goers on and on forever just doing the
same failure fucking shit!!!!!!!!!!!!
But
this is why I know that there are controlling entities who are in an
organized fucking group of jerk offs, that Morianity calls the ESS.
Scripture calls them legions of demons, it all is the very same
fucking shit and merely has different fuckiGN labels,
folks!!!!!!!!!!!
On
shit fucking goes. Tick tock, tick tock; and many of us know that we
need to change, and yet; we just never do. Not in any really
meaningful or significant fucking way!
Back
when I worked at the Cifaloglio place doing weekend fucking guard
duty, from 2005-2009, I experienced some shit that no blogger can
ever properly tell or give real honest credit to as far as making a
soul see how powerful all this shit is. I could discuss the astral
projections, the harassment, the leaving of the magazine, the auto
reverse tape deck, the August 19, 2006 UFO pulsar, and the list goes
painfully on and on,and yet with it all and so much more, and even if
I had real people who could care fucking less about any of this,
reading me; it would CHANGE FUCKING CUNT NOTHING WHATSOEVER, and that
is what is making my fucking hell into a monster fuckiGN ass super
mega gargantuan unfathomable hell cubed, Cuban, and Cuban
cubed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
biggest fucking major screw up of my life is not as anyone might
guess, if they ever cared enough to even ever try, that is. It is not
some big ass event like those discussed about while I was at
Cifaloglio. Oh no people. It was the year of 1997. In real time that
meant absolutely nothing tome, so allow me a rephrase, please, peeps.
The year of 1997, when reflecting back in mental hindsight!!!!!!!!!!
THAT is the real and true Mister Rockdroid equation; Mister
Rotten-Berry Gene, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT
is the BIG ASS BUTTTTTTTTT, to a lot of fucking shit; because without
tying that into 1969 and other shit from good old mother fuckiGN
rotten ass Atlantic City, New Jersey; things would all be meaningless
fucking dribble!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And then to further prove I
am not being a fucking cunt drama queen here, the MILI-2-FORCE just
gave me my first computer hack of this blog, a major fucking nasty
ass cunt huffing mouse-jumping hack, BOB FCC MCDOWELL, OLD PAL AND
KIND SIR!!!!!!!! And yes, I know he no longer is the Chairman, some
other dude is now. Things change, just like the Callio administration
in Wash-Dock-13-600. So let this poor old love-slave vanish now into
the mother fucking sunset. Thank you for coming around for a short
time yesterday afternoon, lovely Lightning, my endless
love-blond!!!!!!!!
MAN,
THIS MOUSE FUCKING JUMPING HACK IS MAJOR BIG ASS TIME, YO YO YO
YO!!!!
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 214
JUNE
26, 2015,
EARLY
FRIDAY EVENING, AT 5:48,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 91 DEGREES FNHT.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 56%, FEELING LIKE 100.
RANGE
TODAY------(H-91/L-71).
WIND
IS SE AT 10, GUSTING TO 20.
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All
mother fucking day, nabes have banged in and out with doors, dogs
yelping, kids screaming, it has been real fucking hell
in
Public mother fucking housing. What a life. I'll bet you never
thought your mother fuckiGN cunt son would end up like this; fucking
MOMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks to you and dear old cunt chewing dad, for
all the help and support when I needed it back in the day. WEEEEEEE!
You're both a couple of lousy mother fucking bums!!!!!!!!!!! Here
come my cunt chewing mother fuckiGN motorbike enemies, Sheriff,
WEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Every
cunt huffing fucking week, that dirt bag crooked cheated fucking DOW
JONES, shoots up on my dick licking mother fucking back. I TOLD YOU
GINA, I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU, AND NOBODY'LL MOTHER FUCKING TWAT
LICKING LISTEN THE FUCKING SHIT ASS TO ME, YO!!!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
BEFORE
THE END OF JUNE IT WILL BE 18,000. BY END OF SUMMER, 20,000, AND BY
THE END OF 2015, IT WILL BE 25,000 POINTS; LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
I
KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTING HAMMERED
BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE GONE
THROUGH THIS MISERABLE ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT NIGHTMARE
FUCKING CRAP SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986, SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM
TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME AND HELLISH
PERSECUTION!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
All
of this illegal persecution of me, since August of 1986; is in
total violation of my CIVIL AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS; WORLD TRIBUNAL
COURTS AT THE HAGUE!!!!!!!!!!
I
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SHERIFF
SIR, SOMEONE IN TOWN TOLD ME AND SHOWED ME A SECRET SO BIG, THAT I
DID NOT DARE COME TO YOUR OFFICE THIS WEEK, SIR. IT PROVES THAT THE
GIANT TOP SOCIAL MEDIA PEOPLE HAVE THWARTED MY ATTEMPTS TO LET ME
TELL MY TRUE STORY TO THE WORLD. IT PROVES OBSTRUCTION, AND HUMAN
RIGHTS VIOLATIONS, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT IF I SHOW IT TO YOU, AND
YOU KNIFE ME; I AM A DEAD MAN. SO
I CANNOT RISK IT UNLESS I GET TO KNOW YOU FIRST, SIR.
I ASK YOU, ONE FATHER TO ANOTHER,
TO HAVE THE TINIEST MORSEL OF MERCY ON ME, AS WELL AS BELIEF, THAT
I WOULD NOT WRITE A TEN YEAR BLOG OF FOOLISHNESS,
AND WHERE THERE IS SMOKE, LITERALLY SIR; THERE IS FIRE; ALL KARGE,
AND BASSLER, AND ATLANTIC CITY ESTABLISHMENTS, NOT WITHSTANDING, OH
GREAT KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just
because we cannot see and hear many things, people love to insist
that they are not real and not there. I guess atoms don't exist to
them, or germs, or radio and TV signals, internet broadband and
satellite signals, electricity too for that matter. Just because we
can all see lightning, you cannot see the power that goes into your
houses and offices. It takes way more electrons to create heat and
visible light energy which is heat or thermal radiation. But
then, we all are fucking nuts if we believe in any of these things,
old pal; Sheriff K.M.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
SAVANTS
ALL KNOW THIS ONE;
THE
BEGINNING:
Jimminy
crickets, Mister Stuart sir; we both have really big ones to tell,
don't we, and without any help from the heavenly android messengers.
I
WON'T SAY I AM BOILING MAD, MORE LIKE BOILING WATER AND BOILING SAD.
THE SHORTEST FREAKING VERSE IN THE CHRISTIAN SCRIPTURES IS A TWO
WORD NEW TESTAMENT WRITING, “JESUS WEPT”. Short and sweet, and
tells it all. Still, things can be there for so many on so many
levels. Most see a huge bunch of stuff and get none of it. A few see
some and get some of it. Rarely there is an enlightened soul so to
speak. He or she sees it all and knows it will take a very long time
to get it all, but that it should be an attempted goal. But then
comes supply and demand. If you have no reason to care or to want to,
then why do it? Crummy attitude, but the folks, who the hell am I to
speak to anyone about crummy attitudes, for heavens sake?
Last
night was a pretty good night for sleeping. I do not remember any of
my hyperspace traveling, (no dreams). But that of course only means
that I have taken my consciousness and placed it over or ahead of
what now lays below it. I was not so lucky a few nights back. I am
not going to get heavily into it right now, maybe later on, either on
this blog or a soon to follow one.
SO
WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THAT, TANSTALKER, YO?????????????
MEOW-MEOW!!!!!!!!!!
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, just what really is in
a name?????
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT.
So
why did I begin playing with voices and tape recorders,
'MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON' ???
Read
this Tanstalker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
WEATHER BUG,
In Partnership With
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
Local Weather Cameras
“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.
HALLS
WALLS---CHAPTER
212
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AND MOUNTAINPEN*))}}}
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WHEN MY EYES ARE BETTER.
JANE
FUCKING WHORE FONDA JUST HAD AT ME WITH HER FUCKING CUNT EATING PAGE
ELEVEN OF ELEVEN, ALLOW ME PLEASE TO COMPENSATE.
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CHAPTER
212
JUNE
26, 2015,
FRIDAY
MORNING, AT 9:04,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 83 DEGREES FNHT.
RELATIVE
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LAST
NIGHT, THOSE DIRT BAG LOUD MOTORBIKES WERE BACK AGAIN ANNOYING ME,
SHERIFF MASCARA SIR.
FOR
THE LOVE OF PETEE POTE AND PETER VITERITTI:
I WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED INSIDE AN EM FIELD,
THAT KEEPS THEM TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN, YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
WOULD MUCH RATHER HAVE PAULA AND DAWN STRAPPED
INSIDE AN EM FIELD, THAT KEEPS THEM
TRAPPED; THAN JUST BIG DAWN,
YO!!!!!!!!!!
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HALLS WALLS,
CHAPTER 211
When I went out to
my eye doctor appointment, I was instantly fucking set upon and
assaulted by the MILITUFORCE. Major chemtrail attacks were all over
me, and then slowly backed off. This fucking shit is starting to go
back on a roll, after a lull in this action recently, artist
Former-Prince!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Speaking of that, the reason I could
not get any views back in the days when I posted songs up to YOUTUBE,
is as obvious as a Chevy Chase Law and Order Airian brother. A couple
nights back, I saw something on television, and it seems YOUTUBE is
owned by the EW, 100% and they have reporters and Youtube-Cams and it
is just like the major three American garbage networks, them and
Google, and all these fucking crooks that will endlessly stifle my
life story, my artwork, and all things about me that would alter the
course of humanity forever on this planet, if allowed to ever come
out.
Youtube is just the
internet network or we might see it as the fourth American network.
When I called Google on several occasions about trying to bring
traffic to any of my stuff, blogs, Youtube posts, etcetera; they only
screwed with me, and would not allow me to join this system, which is
a blatant violation of my First Amendment Rights nder the U.S.
Constitution, to free fucking cunt speech.
No blog has as few
followers as mine, that show a moving global audience that is as
widely scattered and changing, as mine. This proves to me that my
audience is for the very most part, just the Exploratronic Supermind
Society, (Milituforce Enemies). I have made a careful study of this
and believe me, it proves the ESS is realm and undeniable.
My eye doctor cannot
send me to the surgeon for cat-removal until they grow bigger still,
leaving me with compromised fucking vision. My blogs will be short
and sweet. Not that any of that matters, until I can find a way to
steer traffic that is real, in my direction.
So why has my health
failed me recently. Well, a child can see it if they should be truly
looking for it. My dirt bag family is plotting major shit against me.
As for the crap with Cuzz-Donnie, let us be realistic. He is very
serious about his most recent endeavors. He will have powerful
enemies that will try the original shit that politicians all throw at
each other. When his rivals then need to pour on even larger shit,
they could theoretically come knocking on my door, as what would they
have to lose asking me for my story and unpleasant dealings with the
man. So it is a wise idea for him to get with his pals, and have me
slowly covertly murdered. And this is exactly what is happening to
me, President Obama, sir!!!
Folks,
my last blog title was CHAPTER 210, and yes, I fucked up and printed
it as #201. So sorry, Mister 1941 Japanese Ambassador!
THIS
BLOG CHAPTER ENDS.
HALLS WALLS,
CHAPTER 210
5:21 PM TUESDAY
EVENING
23 JUNE, 2015
I will not be
writing long blogs until after having my cataract eye surgery. Of
course I can write it large and at the end make it all small for a
quick time. I doubt with all that is wrong with me, I will be alive
too much longer anyway, and good riddance to this miserable fucking
life.
My dirt bag
across the hall nabes and other nabes down the hall further were
noisy and extremely annoying today. Quintessential uncouth behavior,
cubed, if you ask me.
Yesterday, all
afternoon I was persecuted with loud outside music attacks from
illegal car radio systems; Fort Pierce Police Department. I have not
had a half decent non totally mother fucked up day now in so long, I
cannot even begin to try and mother fucking remember.
Thank you Diana
my love, for bringing your lovely lightning over to visit with me
this after noon. OH THE GODS, PEOPLE, WAS SHE BEYOND HOT AND
GORGEOUS, YO!!!!!!!!!!
It felt about
100 with the humidity earlier before the storm, and then it got quite
cool for a while before the sun came back out and it got warmer and
brighter and miserable.
All of a sudden,
my eyes came under a death attack a week or two ago. Every time I
used the computer to try and blog, they got worse. I see the doctor
tomorrow and cannot blog much if I do not wish to go blind. This is
the same assault I took as a boy when the Quoddy Mocker gang of
Atlantic mother fucking City, took away my eyesight originally, or
Sarah did, 'whatever'. They won't stop now until they mother fucking
bury me, Sheriff Ken, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The End
Halls
Walls
Chapter
209
I
A UNDER A MAJOR CHEMTRAIL SIEGE. THAT IS WHY I AM VERY ILL TODAY, ON
TOP OF ALREADY BEING DEADLY ILL FROM THESE MOTHER FUCKING JERK OFF
PRICKS.
THE
SHERIFF IS HOLDING A NEWS CONFERENCE AT HIS OFFICE SOON, AND WILL SEE
THE CHEMTRAIL ATTACK ALL AROUND MY BUILDING.
I
HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO THAN MAKE UP STORIES.
I
WILL BE DEAD BY JULY, AND I FULLY KNOW THIS. I AM A VERY SICK MAN,
SHERIFF, AND MY MURDERERS ARE OFFICIALLY LISTED ON THIS BLOG.
ALREADY
STRUCK WITH A MOTHER FUCKING WORD-DISAPPEARING HACK. PLEASE AVENGE MY
MURDER, SHERIFF KEN M. THANK YOU.
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HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER
208
NO
GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED.
I
AM JUST WONDERING WHAT WOULD BE HAPPENING IN A PARALLEL REALITY, FAR
OUT INTO THE HYPERSPHERE BEYOND LIGHT-REALITY, MAVE MANY SEPTILLION
MILES OUT INTO THE EXPANSION, WHERE IT IS 1969; AND SEVERAL THINGS
HAPPENED DIFFERENTLY, AS QUANTUM PHYSICS LAW INSISTS, MUST EXIST,
GIVEN THE NEAR INFINITE SIZED HYPERSPHERE. THEN I REITERATE, AND THIS
IS ONLY MY LITTLE MODDA EFFING OPINION OF COURSE; ''NO
GOOD DEED EVER GOES UNPUNISHED''. YOU WOULD BE SURPRISED JUST
HOW FAR BACK THAT EXPRESSION GOES, AS I THOUGHT IT WAS RECENT, YOU
KNOW, 20 YEARS MAX. OH NO FOLKS, IT GOES WAY BACK, LIKE JAY JAY EVANS
AND HIS 'BRO' AND HIS 'YO', AND HIS WORLD FAMOUS LINE, “WHAT
CAN I SAY”, OH NO TO THAT ONE. TRY HURRICANE
SMITH, AND HIS SONG BY THE TITLE OF, ''OH BABE, WHAT CAN I
SAY?'', IN 1972, FOUR OR FIVE YEARS STILL EARLIER THAN THE GREAT
JAY-JAY. WOW THAT, PEEPS. HERE'S MY NOW SOMEWHAT WORLD FAMOUS
WORD-DISAPPEARING-HACK, FCC
BOB MCDOWELL, OLD PAL, AND KIND SIR. WEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
what's with the phrase-sayings history lesson, you may wonder? Well,
it fits into some real huge shit, and that I totally promise you all.
I will not be getting into it right now on this blog, but I will tell
you that my enemies worry a lot over nothing, as I do not ever plan
to let out the top twenty percent of my unfathomable information.
Just know that what I have told on these ten years of blogs, the
(BOM), is there to create the necessary dam foundation. I want some
of you some day in the future, to arrive at that other 20%, all on
your own. You have more than enough puzzle pieces right now on these
blogs, on the other 80%, I assure you. This is just part of why
Atlantic City is not only all that I say it is, but is why it came to
be on the map in the late seventies through casino gambling being
legalized. Only after I am dead and gone will this world understand
all of this so incredibly. Please don't ever retrace me, or you'll
really fucking piss me off. This will sound
arrogant, smug, and almost crass. I
am sorry for that. Folks,
I have lived a life that 100 James Patterson's could not properly all
get together and do justice to. I
know it, JP knows it, and a lot of this world knows it, and HATES ME.
Anyone who is bigger than the entire world, is going to be hated.
Good, bad, in-between, and RAW, this holds true. From Jesus to
Hitler, to Mark Wayne Mohr, and many others. But I do
place myself in this somewhat rare and unusual category, and I'll
tell you the name of a dude if still amongst the land of the living,
who will absolute corroborate this as fact 100+%. His
name is Mike Gutherman. There
are many other Mike Gutherman's as many of you know without old
Mountainpen having to say another word; and scattered all over the
country and even the world most likely. BUTTTTTTTTTTTT;
Mister Mike to this day, if alive and here with us;
would probably be the only one willing to substantiate and
corroborate this information. If he is alive and around, then dimes
to donuts, he's somewhere in New Jersey, under
the Callio Syndrome.
All that money and power, yet they never leave their own little back
yard. And you know what? They're a lot mother fucking smarter than I
am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nothing
shocks me, because I know for certainty, that there are more horses
asses than there are horses. Always have been, always will be.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Hay
Dave Speas, if you are in the ESS and I think you are; magic marker
king; what did my magical markers do in your life, I so want to know,
and I am sure the congressman, MG, MC, and many others do too, but
never would have the joy rockers to tell you this to your face, old
high school buddy????????? Tell me another thing my pal. You knew
before I even got to that gasoline station to tell you the story,
what happened, and I need to know how to join ESS before I expire
shortly, or I am going to be stuck in this looped life of eternal
hell FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER!!!! That is like being stuck inside a
videogame called 8 stock markets.
I
am not the one in control of this hell. That would be the M2F
(Milituforce). They basically pull the fucking puppet strings, and I
do all sorts of wild dances that would mike Mike Thriller Jackson
climb right out of his grave and cross back over!!!!!!!! OH SHIT.
Two
things that sell are controversy and sex. I am not in the sex
business, so that leaves controversy. Also, I keep saying I am not
selling anything, but words are a funny old fucking dog. I may not be
conventionally selling a service or a product; but what I am trying
to sell the world, or some tiny piece of it; is very major and real
to me, and that is MY CREDIBILITY. I lose that, and these blogs will
stop real fucking quickly, as this project all started because two
people, Chris and Ed, from New Jersey, back in 2006, told me it might
be a good idea for me to begin a blog.
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW
TANSTALKER
AND MOUNTAINPEN
YEAH,
MEOW, ANOTHER TIME, FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!
WELL,
AS THE FLOWER KIDS OF THE 60'S SAY,
''PEACE,
LOVE, DOPEY WORLD'',
WITH
A LITTLE CHANGE FROM MOUNTAINPEN!
THIS
PAGE IS BEING HACKED, BOB MCDOWELL.
JUNE
21, 2015,
FIRST
DAY OF SUMMER,DIVER DAD
SUNDAY
AFTERNOON AT 1:35,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE ** DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-**/L-**).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS **, FEELING LIKE **.
WINDS
ARE ** AT **, GUSTING TO **.
THE
FUCKING SHIT KEEPS CHANGING AND HENCE, IS NOT TRUSTWORTHY,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
|
Audience
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
whittle world. I's still here US © Office, 1988-2015 MARK WAYNE
MOHR, WO BILLY!!!!!
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