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HALLS
WALLS
CHAPTER
230
PLEASE
HELP ME SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR. SARAH CALLIO MARTINO, IS
ATTEMPTING TO MURDER ME. NOT ONLY
IN MY ''SLEEP'', BUT FOR A WEEK NOW, IT IS CORRESPONDING TO
WHAT YOU CALL, MY ''LIFE IN THE
WAKING LIVING WORLD''. I DON'T KNOW IT ALL, AND NEVER CLAIMED
TO SIR. BUT MY UNCLE JOHN, THE LATE; AND THAT
POWERFUL SPEEDBOAT FROM THAT NIGHTMARE EARLIER THIS YEAR,
ALONG WITH THE RECENT SPEEDING CAR
RIDE I HAD TO ENDURE; IS
PART OF SOME HUGE 'FUCKIGN' SHIT, KIND
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SOMEHOW, PCN 'NUMBER'
220 IS RAPPED UP IN ALL OF THIS TOO, AND YOU KNOW IT IS FUNNY
SIR; AS LAST NIGHT, IN A POWERFUL NIGHTMARE, OUTSIDE WAYV-FM RADIO,
ON THE ATLANTIC CITY BOARDWALK, UP IN JERSEY; SARAH CALLIO, PAULA
KING, AND THE CHIEF OF THE ATLANTIC CITY POLICE DEPARTMENT; WHILE
THEY WERE ARRESTING ME, FOR SOME TRUMPED UP FAKE CHARGE, IN THIS
HORRENDOUS NIGHTMARE (HYPERSPACE-INTERACTION); SPOKE TO ME, SAYING
THAT MY LOCAL SHERIFF, AND HIS PALS AT SOME OTHER STATION; KNOW
EXACTLY WHAT IS GOING ON!!! FOR
SOME WEIRD REASON SIR, I TAKE THIS VERY SERIOUSLY, ESPECIALLY IN LIEU
OF THE ASSAULT ON ME SOMEWHERE AROUND THE HALF PAST NINE THIS MORNING
TIME, WHERE MY MOTHER FUCKING BATTERY-BACK-UP COMPUTER BRICK,WENT OFF
AGAIN, AND FOR NO REASON AT ALL, IS BLINKING RED, INSTEAD OF
HOLDING A CONSTANT LIT UP GREEN LIGHT, AND MAKING THAT HORRIBLE HIGH
FUCKING PITCHED NOISE. I HAVE TAKEN MY ENTIRE COMPUTER OFF LINE
THERE, AND PLUGGED IT INTO A PLUG NEAR MY BED. I SAVE EVERY THREE
SENTENCES, AND HAVE NO BACK UP AT ALL. THEY
HAVE FUCKING RUINED ME, AND BROKEN EVERY FUCKING THING I HAVE,
SHERIFF; AND I THINK YOU KNOW WHO IS LOCALLY, OR MAYBE NOT
LOCALLY; BEHIND HELPING MY FAMILY
TO TOTALLY WIPE OUT MY LIFE, AND DESTROY ME 100% COMPLETELY; KIND
SIR. I REALLY TRUST DREAMS WHEN
THEY ARE CLOSE HYPERSPACE LOCALES TO HERE, AND THEN A MAJOR ASSAULT
ON ME HERE, DIRECTLY FUCKING FOLLOWS THAT. IT IS JUST WAY TO
BIZARRE FOR ME NOT TO THINK ANY OTHER MOTHER FUCKING WAY, KIND SIR,
SHF. KMS!!!!
ALSO
BEAR IN MIND KIND SIR, PLEASE; THAT COMCAST CABLE SENT A BILL THIS
BILLING PERIOD, AND TOLD ME THAT I
OWE A MONSTER AMOUNT, AND SAID MY BANK CHARGED ME A BANKING FEE FOR A
RETURNED CHECK FOR 109 DOLLARS. MY BANK SHOWED ME THAT THIS NEVER
WEVER HAPPENED, KIND SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR, AND I HAVE ALL OF
THE PAPERWORK. THEY SAID IT WAS RETURNED, AND MY BALANCE FOR MONTHS
HAS NOT SUNK TO ANY LEVEL THAT LOW, WHERE A CHECK OF THAT SIZE COULD
POSSIBLY BOUNCE, KIND SIR. I HAVE BANK PROOF THAT THEY CASHED THIS
CHECK, MY OWN CHECK PHOTOCOPIED ON BOTH SIDES, AND THEIR ID NUMBERS
PROVING THEY RECEIVED THE FUNDS; AND A WHOLE BUNCH OF NICE PAPERWORK
PROOF, THAT WOULD GET JUDGE JUDY WET. SIR, I AM ANGRY, AND UPSET, AND
SCARED; SO PLEASE TRY TO BEAR WITH MY SARCASM AND KRASS FLIPPANT
HUMOR HERE FROM TIME TO TIME. THESE
FUCKING MONSTERS IN MY FAMILY HAVE WIPED OUT MY LIFE SINCE 1965,
WHEN THEY HAD ME SENT TO A PSYCH WARD, IN PRINCETON, NEW JERSEY; THAT
CLOSED DOWN RIGHT AFTER I BEGAN BLOGGING, AND TELLING HOW I WAS
ABUSED THERE TREMENDOUSLY, AS A TEN AND ELEVEN YEAR OLD INOCENT
PATHETIC CHILD, KIND SIR.
THE
NIGHTMARE WAS HORRIBLE; AND
AN HOUR AFTER COMING BACK HERE, AND OUT OF IT; AND THIS IS THREE
NIGHTMARE NIGHTS IN A MOTHER FUCKING ROW, UNLIKE ANYTHING IN DECADES
NOW SIR; BUT WITHIN ONE HOURS TIME, BOOM; A
MAJOR UTILITY ASSAULT ON ME, STRUCK HARD. I WAS JUST WATCHING MY TV,
AND MINDING MY OWN BIZZ SIR, AND KAPOW. THE HIGH PITCHERD SQUEAL
CAME, AND THE BATTERY BACK UP BRICK SUDDENLY HAD BEEN STRUCK AGAIN,
OUT OF NOWHERE. I BELIEVE
AT&T
AND COMCAST CABLE, ARE IN A MOTHER FUCKING EVIL DEMONIC CUNT HUFFING
COLLUSION WITH EACH OTHER, TO WIPE ME OUT; AND THAT SARAH CALLIO IS A
PART OF IT; AND THAT BEHIND
THESE MAGICAL INVISIBLE
OZ-CURTAINS AS ALWAYS; LIES
THE 'ESS' OR (EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY).
Now
for the nightmare: I don't dare blog it in detail. I was
told too many wild things. I may get braver, Sheriff sir; if these
fucking pigs don't break off this horrible monster ass assault on me.
Notice how SUNDAY'S are normally a day where the evil empire strikes
me hard, and we all know mother fuckiGN why, unless we are 100% a
fucking cunt wehtahd!!!!!!!!!!!! This is YYYYY!!!!
I
walked up the street in Atlantic City, where the south side of
Resorts Casino is on, and approached the boardwalk, as I have done in
waking world life on many an occasion; and lots of enemies surrounded
me. Eventually Sarah Callio came up
and gave me a monster punch in my face, knocking me down onto
the boardwalk, and looking up at this big monster girl; with my mouth
all bloody and dripping. A little blood got onto her bright purple
and silver shoes, and she said to me, “Now, just like your dumb
song from 1999, 'Blood On My Shoe',
only it's your blood on my shoe, ya' little twirpy-nerd”. Then she
spit right on my forehead, and said to me; “You and your sick
family; we all are perfect together; and hey, no more dam letters to
ex-Governor Kean, you little flabby old dirtbag”. Then I tried to
get up, and Paula King who was standing next to her, then proceeded
to give me a really hard shove, and I fell down hard again, onto the
boardwalk. She was wearing a cool blouse, that had WAYV-FM-RADIO,
in bright pink letters on it. Then Regis Philbin appeared, and I
stayed down, even when he extended his hand out to me, as if to try
and help me to stand back up; and I remember saying to him as clearly
as I am typing this message now to the world; “Sir, I'll never know
or understand just why these great powerful super girls hate my guts
so much, and I've never ever done anything to these horrible dam
witches”. After I said that, Ex-Mayor Robert Levy, and the current
Chief of Police, placed hand cuffs on me and stood me up and arrested
me, and said I was being charged for writing illegal songs and
creating illegal rhyming. This is an exact quote. I laughed with
blood still oozing out of my mouth from that punch that Sarah struck
with me with five minutes earlier. Two broken off teeth came out as I
laughed, and I said, “please tell me how this charge breaks any
laws, Chief”? Then they said that the two 'Epitome of Harassment'
copyrighted projects were in violation of some wild statute, and they
read off a bunch of numbers that I cannot pull up now while back here
and awake; kind Sheriff KJM. Then the hyperspace static struck and I
was in the police station, and it was on the north shore in that
universe, up on the top penthouse of a new high rise building; or one
that I have never seen from over here, and it looked totally fresh
and new and recently built. Then they placed me into my younger
daughter PEE's invention, the tower that sits next to the PC where
anything can be turned into zeros and ones, and sent through the
cloud-net-interactive-mind, and reassembled by some wild 4-D laser
and sent to any other PC station that has this device attached to it.
I ended up in California, and suddenly saw the number '36' all over
the place, and began wondering if this had anything to do with 36th
Avenue in San Mateo, Cali, from my hellish 2011 experiences. Then the
empty room I was handcuffed in and connected to a bar on a police
desk, was filled with police officers. They began showing me a movie
that matched a nightmare to the tee, that my late pal, David Charles
Roth had back around 1991 or 1992, while I was living in the Patricia
Meeker rental home on Route 561, in Gibbsboro, New Jersey, and
speaking a lot to Prosecutor ADA Ronald Wirtz Senior, of Camden, New
Jersey. I was running, along with him, all over this place in Cali,
and we were caught eventually and tied up with many ropes, and
someone came up and yelled to me, ''MARK MOHR'', and I said ''yes'',
and the man then said, ''You're under arrest''. Dave used to tell me
about this awful nightmare that he had experienced over and over, to
me, in those times back then; and now I was actually being shown,
HIS FUCKING NIGHTMARE, AND IN VIVID FUCKING DETAIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Next
week, no games, nod fuckiGN bullshit. Please expect my visit over to
your office, Sheriff Mascara sir; as
this cannot emmereffing be allowed to go on any longer. This
is illegal activity and persecuting a dam ass citizen who has done
absolutely nothing dam ass wrong, is immoral and illegal; and this
HAS GOT TO BE DAM ASS STOPPED, KIND
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TANSTALKER
AND MOUNTAINPEN
New
adventures of Tanstalker & Mountainpen will be upcoming,
folks!!!!!!!!!
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW
OF
COURSE; THIS WILL ALL HAVE TO BE POSTPONED UNTIL SHERIFF KJM HELPS ME
GET TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS MAJOR ILLEGAL UTILITY
PERSECUTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JULY
5, 2015,
LATE
ON SUNDAY MORNING, AT 11:05,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 84 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-87/L-73).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 77%, FEELING LIKE 93.
CALM
WINDS ARE GUSTING SW TO 6.
YOU
MISSED ME, JANE MONSTERWHORE FONDA; YO YO YO YO, YOU WITCHBITCH!!!!
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THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!!
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