The Continuation of "The Epitome of Harassment": HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 218

HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 218

JUNE 28, 2015,

LATE SUNDAY MIGHT AT 10:57,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE IS 82 DEGREES FNHT.

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 72%, FEELING LIKE 87.

RANGE TODAY------(H-95/L-75).

WIND IS SW AT 4, AND GUSTING TO 20.

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This was a hot weekend in Fort Pierce, Florida; but then it is late June, and it's par for the course. Nothing weird or crazy whatsoever, and that is actually a nice change for poor old dirt bag rotten shit head, Mister Mountainpen.

I got through the weekend, and a lot better for wear than those two dudes who tried to do that New York prison break. Oh well; we all are dealt cards, and we all learn our own unique style of playing our cards. Taking both of these things together, and we get the complexities of physical life in our new age global society. Ti that, I will merely add, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

I am no Smarty Jones, and in this lifetime, I am no Zeranniss Jones either. Still and all, let me run as fast as I can and not look behind me down the stairs. The mind and shrinkology fascinates me in lieu of that October of 2008 experience where a repressed memory from decades back came as a haunting unpleasant dream. As I said; Mashell Daniels of 1980, and RPL Sound Studio Labs; the human mind really totally freaking fascinates me. To quote my old pal Bob McDowell, I find it to say the very least, “Vely vely intelesting”!!!!!!!!!!!!

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.

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ONE FOR EVERY DAM MONTH OF THE YEAR.

HALLS WALLS-------CHAPTER 218

AND CALLIO'S ASTRAL PLANE FLOWERS OF 2006!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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.

WELL SARGENT CARTER, UNITED STATES MARINE CORPS, SIR; IF YOU'LL PERMIT ME TO QUOTE GOMER PYLE, PRIVATE FIRST CLASS, “MY MY MY”.

Just as with 'Poison Garbage Xerelto ''NOT TODAY'' cute little Merry!!!!! Not today.

A white flower for Donna's white-boy. Jesus Christ; I seemed to invent the entire new age culture, by pure frikkin' accident. So who's got who; Douglas Cress, Lillian Erbey, and Frank Callio-A&R? Maybe Peter Vitteritti knows the dam answer! And no matter what gives with all of that, there is one bigger truth that's continuously surrounding all of that and a lot more. It ain't complicated rocket science, speaking of which, remember, it took the original NASA years to get it right, so let us give SPACEX a chance for crissake. But if real truth is ever sought by anyone of you out here, here it is. SATAN IS DOING ALL OF 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''.

HAY, WHAT CAN I SAY JAY-JAY EVANS? UGLY DOG CONTESTS, HOW ABOUT UGLY BABY CONTESTS? HOW ABOUT IF WE ALL JUST DRINK SOME DOCTORED COOL AID, OVER IN AFRICA, AND THEN TAKE NICE LONG NAPS?

YES DAWN-MARIE KING; IT IS WHAT IT IS, just as you always said, when I was back up there in Jersey. Keep smiling giggle-girl!

TO ALL SAVANTS, “THE END”!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HALLS WALLS

CHAPTER 217

Not a lot of things make sense in this world, not for me, and not even for any of you. You can believe me or doubt me, but I know the power of this truth. I also know that things began about 100 years ago and have been on a parabolic curve of nuttiness ever since, in so far as ridiculous crap happening that is totally absurd,twisted, screwed up, and plain out nuts, cubed-Cuban!!!!!!! And I am one of the biggest reasons for a lot of it, only I had no idea at the time, quite a while back, that this was all going on. Much in the same way in 1985, when I built a larger scale Magnesonic Machine, and played with it as a game, and it wasn't a game, only I didn't yet know that. Now of course, I mother fucking do, and that's just reality son!

Gee Wiligars people, if you think I am being fooled for a minute about anything, you really do need to stop underestimating my mother fucking ass. WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

MAN IS MY GOD DAM MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' LIFE ONE HUGE ETERNAL HELL-FIRE, AT LIGHT SPEED CUNT CHEWING CUBED; MY BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'll never ever forget life saving PITSY-1994!!!!

Holy pisswater, when I did things at teen years and twenties years, I was clueless that it could actually project up into future times and alter an entire planetary society, BUTTTTTTTTTTTT, those following me around all that time, the ESS/EW, ''whatever''; they totally got it, and they totally knew!!!!!!

Oh you want me to print some exact details, do you? Well, I will, when I am good and ready. WOW THAT!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, I spoke too fucking cunt lapping soon. Somehow that horrible mother fuckiGN rotten whore Jane, managed to fuck with my head. No people, it wasn't Jane. Jane was just used by ESS, and many others are used as well, continuously. Right now, this is not a steady number. It is growing all the time. JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE FONTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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That old fucking cunt 2008 hack from Jenny's Trailer Park, got me earlier today big ass fucking cunt time, YO. Suddenly the mouse jumps, and then after that, the print seems to be running in reverse. You can try everything, but nothing repairs the fuckiGN shit. You can switch all four possible margin lines, you can hit the text body clear system and re-do, and even try exiting and booting the entire computer off and coming back again. Notice as I said, Sheriff sir; this is also when the mother fucking blog got hacked, as it was right after that that I posted up the Merry Hollister non-Christmas look-alike little pouting angel photo. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and WOW WOW WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dave used to call this May death persecution, “CUP SHIT”. We were out in New Jersey, in some park, walking around, and getting major dive bombed by small aircraft, and he said; “Mark, this is all cup shit”, and he was referring to the Lord Stanley Cup, and the Philly-57-Flyers don't bite my neck off with one letter off on the keyboard HOCKEY! All the way back in 1986, this horse fucking shit started, and if these people were mere flesh and blood humans, this could not possibly be fucking cunt happening now for almost three solid decades, day in and day out, year after year after bloody rotten mother fucking asshole year, YO YO YO YO!!! You can take this silliness or anything else my blogs talk about over the past solid fucking decade, and no one on this planet can begin to compare their stories to any of it. Why? Because my shit is real and not made up, nor is it the product of a deranged mental illness, no matter how many people from the Williamstown Police Station up in Jersey, to the four corners of the world, wish to believe it to be so, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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This page does not have that hack on it that many do if you try cut and paste in for a blog, and it really fucks shit all up and freezes you, or at least it does it to me.

I am sorry that I am too slow for your great wonderful mind and plans Jehovah, my one true endless love forever and forever. Your poor avid tried so hard after he remembered it all in 1996, after the dam hypnotherapy. You are one awesome simulation gamer, and I'll give you that. But why do you hate me when I love you with all my heart, soul, mind, and strength, WHY????

To quote Terry Jackson 41 years ago, “Good-bye Mashell it's hard to die, when all the birds are singing in the sky”. Only I can't wait to leave this heavy old ugly body and be the energetic spiritual equivalent, or really, realize it and awake from hyperspace illusion. But even that is wrong, as I am all over hyperspace, as are you, in the fourth and fifth dimension. We never shed off that reality, and we always just exist in the void with an ASTRAL dream down onto the plane of the great Catholic Purgatory. But my Mark Wayne Mohr dream has, as do all of yours out here, even if you don't realize or believe it; numerous entities on the Astral Realm. I have discussed on my nearly decade long now blogging project, two in particular, Rictofarious and Zeranniss. As Rictofarious, I cannot legally enter into the great capitol city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL. There are no gates on those huge Astral linelanes that resemble future looking super highways of 40 lanes in width. Saint Peter is not trolling or manning one of these with his helpers at eleven others, IPYT. You can cross over, lovely Party-5 Sarah later ghost communicator, but if you do and get caught without a city pass and a city-name, registered in the great city-hall of a sort; you, as Tim Devendorf the great dreamer, would put it so dam eloquently, at the beginning of this second decade of this century; “ARE IN BIG TROUBLE”. Unlike human waking world 'BASEBALL' and its famous electrical-threes; you get three strikes without BEING OUT; or maybe said more terrifyingly accurate folks, before you are SENT, WITHOUT ANY 200 DOLLARS I ASSURE YOU, STRAIGHT AND DIRECTLY TO DOGTOWN, across the great TECK BAY on the other side of the capitol city of the capitol province of the Astral-Plane, the Bardo, the spirit world or land of the dead, many many expressions all say about the same dam thing.

JUNE 28, 2015,

EARLY SUNDAY MORNING AT 1:02,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE 80 DEGREES FNHT.

RANGE YESTERDAY-------(H-92/L-73).

RELATIVE HUMIDITY IS 74%, FEELING LIKE 84.

WINDS ARE BLOWING SSW AT 7, GUSTING TO 21.

BBBBBB CARELFUL PATTY-PAULA!!!!

People, my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!!

That day you appeared outside McGuire's, on July 12, 1997, on 10-SC Avenue in Atlantic City, NJ-USA;I should have fucking iced you sweetie!!!!!!!!

Hay I was just following Ziggy's advice from two weeks earlier, you know, “Go home, go home”. Again with my daughter's great message that always seems to endlessly apply to me.

You know it is really funny. I come back from the dam Walmart with the Kings, back in the autumn of OHM-9, Cuzz Donnie Boy, and she says to my voicemail, “Hi Mark”. You know, as in someone would either say hi, or WAVE!!!!!!

I AM HER THAT BOY from the great TRINIDAD. You all have a vested interest in keeping me alive, not dead!!!!!!!!!!!! But you do what you must, and do it quickly, as our SAR (LORD) said 2000 years ago almost to the day and year now, to the ESS indwelt, Judas Iscariot. ESS is behind it all folks. I have told you this all along, and until I breathe in and out my very last breath, the words TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS as well as EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, will be on my lips.

I don't need the great folks of Sesame Street to tell you all how much I love that great number five. God Almighty's two faves are (7) and (12). She rested on the seventh day after six days of programming this wild gamogram-simulation, and went to HER upline world equivalent of our downline Atlantic City, New Jersey, where she met HER upline equivalent me, at her shop on the equivalent of our downline Tennessee Avenue where both HER shop, HER lighter friends, and the great TRINITY HOTEL is located. We say Trinidad, but if you move south of the continental United States where you are no longer in America, they say TRINIDAD when we northerners say TRINITY. It is all in knowing the language and history of reality.

What good is being able to prove a million things, right down to the satisfaction of any court of law, if no one allows you to do that? I can prove right now that no matter where I live, I cannot get normal AM and FM analogue radio reception. I can prove that my computer is doing not just strange things, but that it all has an agenda to mess with my trying to tell my horrible plight. I can prove that I will soon be dead and my murderers will get away with it. This list is laundry length, I assure all of you, and I need not go into it all.

A couple of blogs ago, I suddenly noticed a large cock roach just staring at me, right to the left of me on the floor. What I did not tell you is that a super giant six inch long cock roach was in my kitchen staring at me, dead from a heart attack or old age, I suppose. Then a large gecko was right near my bed. I live in mother fucking hell,ladies and gentlemen, and Jehovah Stacey hates me. It is so ashame that she has forgotten how much we love each other in Saharan Dal Kanwal, endlessly!!!

THIS PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!!

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SAY IT NOW, ALL GOOD AND FAITHFUL SERVANTS AND SAVANTS;

THE BEGINNING

OF CHAPTER 216 OF HALLS WALLS, IN THE AFTER-MORIANITY-PROJECT OF MOUNTAINPEN.

I NEED YOU TO DO ME A FAVOR, KIND SHERIFF KJM, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!

I know what is going on with this illegal harassment subwoofer attack on me, Sheriff sir. You may gladly tell AG-Bondi that I have figured this out also.

Here is what happened right around half past seven on this Saturday morning, and always seems to happen on Saturday morning's, kind sir, and kind ma'am. I was having some doubts, but Lightning told me last night, I am not wrong, and that this is totally real and happening. I think there is favoritism going on in this PHA building with the RM too, but that can be an issue for address at a later time, kind authorities.

As you may or may not be aware; I reported my next door nabes, and was told I wasn't the only one reporting it, when this James character blared a subwoofer every single day in his apartment a couple years back. He finally was told it had to be removed from the apartment. I think it is still in there when he wants it to be, but that's neither here nor there. His visiting guests have a loud one in their automobile. Every Saturday morning, two doors slam around 7:00-7:30 somewhere. Then within five minutes after the second slam, there is the horrendous noise outside of my window for 30-60 seconds that can wake the dead. I know originally, they let air out of my tire when I originally was complaining. Now they are doing this to me. Even R.M.-D.M. told me that, “They'll retaliate on you Mark, if you make them mad”. This to me, proves that she knows this is all being done INTENTIONALLY to me, but that is not my job to prove any of that, that is what my dam taxes are supposedly going towards, sir!!!!!!!!! They have illegal people staying in their apartment, and on top of that, they get to have an apartment for living, and one for just storage, at a time when people need housing and live under a bridge, and I know these things as facts, but don't want to make big splashy waves about this, and end up beaten up or worse, kind Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, sir, of Saint Lucie County-Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But Lightning told me in a powerful dream last night to tell you these things on my morning blog, sir. Sure enough, the doors happened, and then came the music attack, again. Now, if nothing else, this proves some kind of payola or major favoritism around here, with the double apartment deal. I know that if I wanted to do anything like that around here, we would have a cold month in Miami in July first, before I could ever do it. I have asked for way less, and have been told, quite emphatically, in the negative. I was not even allowed to move from these monsters without a doctors note, even at lease change times. They can have anything they want to. When I had their friend in here last year to clean for inspection, since my health is failing and things needed cleaning, Sheriff sir, she stole hundreds of dollars of things from my apartment. Food canned goods, my medications, my U.S. Copyright that I got for my project-#29 work called, “You'll Be Crossing Over”, and all sorts of things that it makes no normal sense, that she would steal out of here, but sir, she had to, as no one else was in here but her. This is a very good friend of James, and during the incident where she cleaned, she went in and out of that apartment across from me a dozen times, and they were all in there together. What was I supposed to do? Then she yelled and balled me out when my next door nabe Stanley finked on me and told her that she was the only one in here, but that you cannot accuse of course unless you can prove it. I saw people go into prison for 25 years on less circumstantial evidence than this, Sheriff K.J.M. Sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I do intent to come crying into your office next week, as this cannot keep going on, kind sir, I need you to help me prove that my family is paying off these people around me to persecute me, just as my letter from Mizz King states that she will do, that I received in early January in 2010 while living over at Manatee Park in White City nearer to your office after I was a new Fort Pierce resident, and had escaped that horrible Stockholm Syndrome kidnapping of this nightmare freaking family FROM HELL!!!!!!

Remember how I blogged those letters verbatim sir, from Ann King and her daughter Dawn-Marie King. If you get into contact with Dawn's PO, Mister John Judy, of the New Jersey Atlantic County Prosecutor's Office, he will tell you these people wiped out my entire life. The letter that still is in my possession, that I think the lady was looking to also steal out of here; states a definite threat to me that she can have her “Atlantic City friends” make things a hell of a lot worse for me, quote end of quote, kind Sheriff. I am not a phony or a hoaxer sir, this is all very very very real, IPYT. Because powerful super name recognized peeps are also involved, any attempts of this blogger to tell my story to any real true audience, has been thwarted and stopped, and yes sir Sheriff Mascara, I have a major witness who is too scared to come forward, and I do not blame him a bit. Without your help and protection, we would both be freaking iced!

#	Name (NALL) <	Full Title	Copyright Number	Date
[ 26 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.	PAu000204016	1980
[ 27 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Same title.	PAu003037983	2005
[ 28 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Thanx to the shadows.	PAu002237985	1997

Now what this friend of James', the cleaning lady I paid $50.00 to for her cleaning service; stole out of here, is the © that I have on music project number 29. I have been told by another witness, that my computer for unknown reasons, is unable to access any of my copyright related stuff, and it shows up as I do not exist at all. This is to keep me from ever being able to copy for my blogs, the project-29 material. This witness only knows the technical stuff and is not privy of that, but I make the only logical assumption of that, sir. When you click on the copyright website pages, from my computer, Mark W Mohr and Mark Wayne Mohr only pops up as NO INFO AVAIL.

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Now don't get me wrong, please. I know you have important things on your plate such as murderrs to solve and big crime all around. Still, how can anyone tell me that the total destruction of my entire life through powerful evil monstrous people, not have some inportance and warrant some kind of an investigation. You may not solve my case, but at least the SSPO up in Jersey back in 1990 tried to look into it for me, Mister Ron Wirtz Senior. JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, leave it to dirt bag Jane Oneoneone, to hurt me again! I now will now need to compensate her assault on me, with some nice freaking lovely fives, YO!!!!

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I CAN ONLY TELL MY SAD TALE FROM HELL RON WIRTZ, IF YOU'RE OUT THERE ANYWHERE. I SURE WISH YOU WOULD CONTACT MY LOCAL SHERIFF AND TELL HIM YOU WITNESSED MANY THINGS THAT I TOLD YOU ABOUT WAY BACK IN 1990!!!!!!!!!!!

'THER END'; FAITHFUL SERVANTS AND SAVANTS!

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!!!!