I
really do try god dam hard to be an upbeat person, and as my mom if
she were still alive would insist to anyone asking or interested; “It
doesn't take much at all to make or to keep Mark happy”. The
problem is quite simple. Little as this may be, some invisible
stealthy covert Militu------FORCE keeps making sure on a constant
daily level and schedule; that I am programmed to always get far less
than even that tiny amount.
Last
night, I had some wild hyperspace experiences. 'You might say', I had
some doozie ass nightmares. Either way, Paula King was here at my
building, and she and a friend of hers, were working the lobby
Crime-Stoppers Desk. I had a major disaster happen to me and Paula's
girlfriend who was sitting at the security desk told me, “YOU'LL
ONLY HAVE TO PAY ONE HALF OF YOUR DAILY RENT AMOUNT”, as a result
of this. I was thinking to myself, shit; who wants to stir up a
problem for a few measly dollars, roughly just less than five? Later,
a strange AA fellow who was tall and thin, followed me to the
stairwell near my apartment, and told me that Paula was going to kick
my ass for telling so many of her major secrets. That she was hear,
as your 1994 TPB book told you and channeled that info to you; on a
cosmic mission, to watch and record things, and to interfere in a few
of them as well, in an experiment that I don't need to concern myself
with. This isn't a perfect quote from this dude, but is good enough
to tell what he wanted me to be aware of. He reminded me of a young
Richard Pryor, only two heads taller.
Leave
it to this time of the year of course. After-all, this is the twelfth
day of July, ladies and gentlemen. “SHARK-SHARK-SHARK”, huh Aunt
Ruth of New-Babylon, New York, USA? BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT,
When
things do not go along with scriptural teachings, this can literally
upset an entire planet's evolution by whatever forces use tech-tricks
to create some kind of a religion for its populous. I of course,
speak about the tracts I passed out in Gloucester City, New Jersey,
in 1986, an dhow Satan did not operate one tiny bit the way
scriptures teach that he does in fact do. In other words, my very
existence on this planet, can prove the entire bible to be a fuckiGN
lie, and this makes me beyond dangerous to the powers that be, who
are behind all of this secret mother fuckiGN shit that these blogs of
ten years now, only are scratching at the surface to!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CLICK
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HOW I WISH THERE WAS A WAY FOR ME TO BBBBBBBBBBBB
CAREFUL ENOUGH, SO AS TO PREVENT THIS 24/7/365.2422 UNRELENTING
MOTHER FUCKING DISASTROUS TRAGEDY!
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BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
2006-2015,
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR
Here
is something that could just be fucking pasted in to every blog.
Also, if people hate details, it is something that could just go up
as one quick post, each day, and never change! Imagine that folks, as
it is the truth!
Holy
Joe Coffee; did shit get fucking screwed up for me today, AS USUAL!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
JANE-FUCKINGWHORE
JUST STRUCK ME, AT PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN; THE NASTY WATER-WITCH. LET
ME COMPENSATE, WITH MY FIVES; DEAR,
SWEET, ADORABLE WORLD!
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The
gods know how terribly bad I detest and abhor you Jane, for what you
dam ass did to me, back on that monster horrific night, in the spring
time in 1993, at the Atlanta Braves Baseball Park; you
witch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
mother fucking shit today really began when I climbed into my fucking
vehicle back on Thursday, to see my primary care physician. The motor
to my climate control fan blew up, and was caused by the Milituforce
covert technology, employing the use of a major stealthy tool, called
ICPE-APE.
This fucking cunt lapping bullshit
is always about one thing, the WALL STREET GANG, which then allows
these turd chewers to prosper by 500+ points on the following two
trading days. As you already know that I went to the shop the
following day after stopping there when all done at the doctor; to
have the part ordered and put into the car. Some screw up happened
and the part was never ordered. I went back and had to waste a trip
there just to learn this. I was told to come back at eleven on
Saturday morning, so again, I returned. Planes
and chemtrails are all over the entire skies of Fort Pierce, and my
throat is very sore, SIR PRINCE-CNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The part still had not come in and some problem was happening, even
today. I just got home around half past fucking dick licking two this
dirt bag afternoon. But that is not the entire story. When the part
finally came; the buttwipe installer first broke the squirrel cage
encasement that surrounds the motor, and then tried to epoxy it
together which wasted another hour, as well as being a futile waste
of all of our times. Then he actually told me when it was broken and
I had already paid a buck and a half for parts and labor costs, that,
and I quote; “I am good to go”. The owner was there, luckily for
me, and he checked the work. It seems it broke completely apart and
the mechanic assistant could care less that I had just paid an eighth
of a grand for a total work of garbage. He then proceeded to weld the
shit together, and put it all back together and vigorously test it,
and give me a one year warranty. The entire time, I was hot, scared,
and beside my cunt chewing fuckiGN mother humping self. Finally, it
was over, these three days of unspeakable mother fucking hell. This
is always done each time the stock market must do a major rebound,
and believe me people, IT FUCKING WILL NOW, AFTER ALL THIS FUCKING
CUNT BULL-SHIT THAT WAS DONE TO POOR PATHETIC VICTIM CUNT EATING
HELPLESS LITTLE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where
are you when I need you SHERIFF MASCARA and Attorney General BONDI,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YOL?????????? HOLY JESUS FUCKIGN CHRIST IN
HELLFIRE!!!!!!!!!!
WO-WIZ-ME!!!!!!
1)
Forget sweeping the beach, Senator.
2)
Forget sweeping the beach, Senator.
3)
Forget sweeping the beach, Senator.
BIG-O
and allofem just want to Own The Land!!!!!!!! Back they all came,
against the flame, huh Ralph and Sandy???????????
“No
Halloween for me, dam it”!!!!!!!!
SUP
THESE DAYS; HOWARD SOLOMON?
JULY
12, 2015,
SUNDAY
MORNING AT 10:00,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 83 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
SO FAR-------(H-83/L-70).
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WIND
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SSSSSSSOOO
AMMMMM I SSSSSSSSSTTTTUDERING SSSSTSTSTSTTTANLEY THOMAS J. REALE?
YOU
CAN KEEP YOUR POWER, AND YOUR PROPERTIES, AND YOUR UTILITIES; AND ALL
OF YOUR CROOKED SHIT FROM FUCKING PERVERTED ASS HELFIRE, YO. ALL
OFYA' ATLANTIC CITY SLEAZEBAGS, CUBED!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mister
President of the United States SIR, these horrible monsters have
literally spun my life into one gigantic RED ALERT that has no start
and no stop to it, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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When
you open your eyes underwater, do you ever worry that you'll drown?
Well,
I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one
in 1984 from Highland Avenue.
TO
ME; EVEN IF IT WON'T STAND UP TO LEGAL COURT
SCRUTINY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
IS MAJOR COPYRIGHT PROOF, THAT THE LOC KNOWS MY STORY IS BEYOND REAL
AND POWERFUL: AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
before the sun has a chance to set on this very true nightmare story,
I will tell you that the flowers were supposed to be delivered to an
audition and repertoire person, a lady, in NYC, (A&R), along with
a copy of my song, written early in 2000 at
Guthrie Short's mansion in Blue Anchor, New Jersey, USA, called,
“Atlantic Queen” and I think it was part of the
copyrighted music project called, 'Russ Walker's Star Travelers of
1896'.
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were still a bit new, and the Library of Congress I don't believe,
had as of yet, made up the list such as the one I PIP into my blogs
from time to time. Notice
how the project with Atlantic Queen,
is perfectly sandwiched in between, no not a Subaru Car Commercial
and Andy Rooney of 60 minutes, great Flatliners Movie Cast and
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THIS
IS A PHONY DUPLICATION, AND BECAUSE THAT LADY STOLE MY COPYRIGHT
FORM, I CANNOT EVEN PRINT UP THE PAULA KING REGISTRATION
NUMBER!!!!!!!!!
THE
TERRORIST GIRL, WAS THE HYPERSPACE DARK SHADOWS PARALLEL WORLD
CLEANING LADY!
BUT
NO ONE IS WILLING TO TAKE A LEAP OF FAITH, ABOUT
MY TRUE SAGA.
YOU'RE
ALL SO BUSY JOINING AND RE-UPPING YOUR DAM MEMBERSHIPS IN THE
LISTENER-WFMU-THERESA CLUB; HUH?
My
1985 doctor M. Miller Bittle, ''My Philadelphia Father'' book.
GONE,
unable to locate.
OH
WELL, THINGS CHANGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
You
all just go right on laughing at me. I know a
magic person from Long Beach
Island, who knows the biggest secret of all,
Patty Hollister; and
told me. You know, that SHE'LL get me for
this. Well, she got
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
''AND
ON THE NIGHT OF 12 JULY, I SAW MY GIANT PAULA WALK BY''; HUH U.S.
COPYRIGHT OFFICE OF 1997?
PLEASE
PROTECT ME FROM THESE MONSTERS, KIND SHERIFF K.J. MASCARA, KIND
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOBODY
KNOWS THE TROUBLE I'M IN, HUH GREAT GREAT GREAT GRANDDADDY AND
GRANDMOMMY!!!!!!!! BULLSHIT!!!!!! SOMEONE DOES, AND THAT SOMEONE
CAUSED MOST IF NOT ALL OF IT, THE GREAT JULIE VIQUEEN WHITE OF THE
PERMISSION BARRIER AND 21 YEARS AGO. WAS HER PSYCHIC FUCKIGN ENERGY
CHANNELING THROUGH AND WITH MINE, SO AS TO GET THIS BOOK WRITTEN AND
COPYRIGHTED, OH GREAT WONDERFUL PROSECUTORS AND SHERIFFS OF THIS
WONDERFUL MARVELOUS LAND?????????? I SUPPOSE IT AIN'T PC OF ME TO USE
AN OLD SPIRITUAL HYMN, EVEN IF I AM A TEN PERCENTER, HUH REV-JESSE
AND THE OTHER DUDE? BOY ME' OL' 'FUCKIGN' MIND IS BEING
HACKED!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT THEN, SO IS ME' OL' FUCKING PC PERSONAL
COMPUTER, FCC., AS I JUST TOOK MY FIRST WORD-DIEAPPEARING HACK,
YO!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Don't
pout, it won't be Halloween of 1974 forever. Time doth indeed march
onward!
Still,
what possessed me, literally, to send three works to the LOC ©
OFFICE, on Halloween? I was totally forced to do this by some unknown
force controlling me from the ESS or some would say from SATAN'S
ARMY!!! 1994, 2005, and 2007. Unreal, cubed!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOW
TO ALL GREAT SAVANTS; ''THE END''.
I
TOLD YOU GINA, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
I
TOLD YOU GINA, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
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MARK WAYNE MOHR
Holy
Joe Coffee; did shit get fucking screwed up for me today, AS USUAL!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
The
mother fucking shit today really began when I climbed into my fucking
vehicle back on Thursday, to see my primary care physician. The motor
to my climate control fan blew up, and was caused by the Milituforce
covert technology, employing the use of a major stealthy tool, called
ICPE-APE.
This fucking cunt lapping bullshit
is always about one thing, the WALL STREET GANG, which then allows
these turd chewers to prosper by 500+ points on the following two
trading days. As you already know that I went to the shop the
following day after stopping there when all done at the doctor; to
have the part ordered and put into the car. Some screw up happened
and the part was never ordered. I went back and had to waste a trip
there just to learn this. I was told to come back at eleven on
Saturday morning, so again, I returned. Planes
and chemtrails are all over the entire skies of Fort Pierce, and my
throat is very sore, SIR PRINCE-CNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The part still had not come in and some problem was happening, even
today. I just got home around half past fucking dick licking two this
dirt bag afternoon. But that is not the entire story. When the part
finally came; the buttwipe installer first broke the squirrel cage
encasement that surrounds the motor, and then tried to epoxy it
together which wasted another hour, as well as being a futile waste
of all of our times. Then he actually told me when it was broken and
I had already paid a buck and a half for parts and labor costs, that,
and I quote; “I am good to go”. The owner was there, luckily for
me, and he checked the work. It seems it broke completely apart and
the mechanic assistant could care less that I had just paid an eighth
of a grand for a total work of garbage. He then proceeded to weld the
shit together, and put it all back together and vigorously test it,
and give me a one year warranty. The entire time, I was hot, scared,
and beside my cunt chewing fuckiGN mother humping self. Finally, it
was over, these three days of unspeakable mother fucking hell. This
is always done each time the stock market must do a major rebound,
and believe me people, IT FUCKING WILL NOW, AFTER ALL THIS FUCKING
CUNT BULL-SHIT THAT WAS DONE TO POOR PATHETIC VICTIM CUNT EATING
HELPLESS LITTLE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where
are you when I need you SHERIFF MASCARA and Attorney General BONDI,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YOL?????????? HOLY JESUS FUCKIGN CHRIST IN
HELLFIRE!!!!!!!!!!
WO-WIZ-ME!!!!!!
1)
Forget sweeping the beach, Senator.
2)
Forget sweeping the beach, Senator.
3)
Forget sweeping the beach, Senator.
BIG-O
and allofem just want to Own The Land!!!!!!!! Back they all came,
against the flame, huh Ralph and Sandy???????????
“No
Halloween for me, dam it”!!!!!!!!
Oh
Mister Peter Vitteritti and Mizz Jennifer Washburn; I have a nice
pwetty fwower for that A&R lady in NYC, YO.
MORE
BULLSHIT. MOHR MORE TRAINS. JUST MORE.
So
here I am this morning, going to the car mechanic shop in the blaring
searing fucking heat without any climate control in my car, and I get
there, and the shop that was supposed to fuckiGN send over the new
motor to run the climate control fan, mysteriously fucked up the
order, and I had to go home and waste a trip. Isn't life a real
fuckiGN endless day at the beach for me, kind Sheriff Mascara,
sir??????? AHA-AHA-AHA om me, as usual!!!!
''SHARK,
SHARK'',
Aunt
Gloucesteruth
Hyperspace.
All the answers are within all of us, somewhere deep fucking inside.
And I am just wondering how Steve Fascitar is doing these days,
Mister Marcucci, Mister Ciprionni, and Misses Marola, of Coolie
Wormhole Hall?
OH
HOW I WISH THERE WAS A WAY FOR ME TO BBBBBBBBBBBB
CAREFUL ENOUGH, SO AS TO PREVENT THIS 24/7/365.2422 UNRELENTING
MOTHER FUCKING DISASTROUS TRAGEDY!
Mouse
jumping hacks are getting bad, FCC!!!!!!!
Mouse
jumping hacks are getting bad, FCC!!!!!!!
Mouse
jumping hacks are getting bad, FCC!!!!!!!
Mouse
jumping hacks are getting bad, FCC!!!!!!!
Mouse
jumping hacks are getting bad, FCC!!!!!!!
Mouse
jumping hacks are getting bad, FCC!!!!!!!
Mouse
jumping hacks are getting bad, FCC!!!!!!!
Mouse
jumping hacks are getting bad, FCC!!!!!!!
Mouse
jumping hacks are getting bad, FCC!!!!!!!
NO
SIR-E-BOB; THERE IS NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT ME, OR MY STORY FROM HELL,
AND THE NIGHTMARE MONSTER CHARACHTERS WHO ALL, ARE INVOLVED IN MY
ENDLESS RELENTLESS FUCKING WOES AND MISERIES.
NO
SIR-E-BOB; THERE IS NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT ME, OR MY STORY FROM HELL,
AND THE NIGHTMARE MONSTER CHARACHTERS WHO ALL, ARE INVOLVED IN MY
ENDLESS RELENTLESS FUCKING WOES AND MISERIES.
NO
SIR-E-BOB; THERE IS NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT ME, OR MY STORY FROM HELL,
AND THE NIGHTMARE MONSTER CHARACHTERS WHO ALL, ARE INVOLVED IN MY
ENDLESS RELENTLESS FUCKING WOES AND MISERIES.
NO
SIR-E-BOB; THERE IS NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT ME, OR MY STORY FROM HELL,
AND THE NIGHTMARE MONSTER CHARACHTERS WHO ALL, ARE INVOLVED IN MY
ENDLESS RELENTLESS FUCKING WOES AND MISERIES.
NO
SIR-E-BOB; THERE IS NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT ME, OR MY STORY FROM HELL,
AND THE NIGHTMARE MONSTER CHARACHTERS WHO ALL, ARE INVOLVED IN MY
ENDLESS RELENTLESS FUCKING WOES AND MISERIES.
NO
SIR-E-BOB; THERE IS NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT ME, OR MY STORY FROM HELL,
AND THE NIGHTMARE MONSTER CHARACHTERS WHO ALL, ARE INVOLVED IN MY
ENDLESS RELENTLESS FUCKING WOES AND MISERIES.
NO
SIR-E-BOB; THERE IS NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT ME, OR MY STORY FROM HELL,
AND THE NIGHTMARE MONSTER CHARACHTERS WHO ALL, ARE INVOLVED IN MY
ENDLESS RELENTLESS FUCKING WOES AND MISERIES.
NO
SIR-E-BOB; THERE IS NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT ME, OR MY STORY FROM HELL,
AND THE NIGHTMARE MONSTER CHARACHTERS WHO ALL, ARE INVOLVED IN MY
ENDLESS RELENTLESS FUCKING WOES AND MISERIES.
NO
SIR-E-BOB; THERE IS NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT ME, OR MY STORY FROM HELL,
AND THE NIGHTMARE MONSTER CHARACHTERS WHO ALL, ARE INVOLVED IN MY
ENDLESS RELENTLESS FUCKING WOES AND MISERIES.
NO
SIR-E-BOB; THERE IS NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT ME, OR MY STORY FROM HELL,
AND THE NIGHTMARE MONSTER CHARACHTERS WHO ALL, ARE INVOLVED IN MY
ENDLESS RELENTLESS FUCKING WOES AND MISERIES.
IN
OR OUT OF FOCUS. WHAAAAAAAA!
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Now
some of you know that when I talk about the old job before
Cifaloglio, the dude who was very mysterious and claimed to be an
Olympian God, named Psyche Myrathus from the Great Ring River to the
Province one away from Province Olympia; and two friends of his, all
knew some friends of this driver-Anthony from the new job. But to
keep this all going, I had the WAYV crew, and of course their queen,
the great PAULA Somnambulist KING. I totally believe that Paula is
one and the same person that worked with my mom, because they share
some wild things in personal life besides being dead ringers to each
other physically. They had another weird trait of dating people who
resembled each other yet were not twins or trips or quads or quints.
If I ever tell the story in detail of how Satan tried to murder me in
Philadelphia one hot 1975 summer day, shortly after I got beat up in
Atlantic City by the ACBP mascots in South Town; no one would ever
believe any of it, not unless I could prove it, and I am pretty sure
with the help of two living peeps, I CAN!!!!!!!!!!!!! UH-OH MACO
SHARKSHIT AUNT RUTHGLOUCESTER; here comes the fucking
WORD-DISAPPEARING-HACK, FCC!!!!!!!! Yes people, I truly believe all
these things I've told you and blogged to you,
BUTTTTTTTT;
I can of course be wrong, YO!!!!!!!
JULY
11, 2015,
SATURDAY
AFTERNOON AT 3:31,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 89 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
SO FAR-------(H-90/L-70).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 59%, FEELING LIKE 97.
WIND
IS E AND STEADY, AT 12.
This
mother fucking nightmare monster has been on my cunt huffing pathetic
dick rubbing back for three solid decades now, American Civil
Liberties Union!!!
I
have absolutely nothing against Wall Street, Sheriff sir. I do have
something against them destroying my entire mother fuckiGN life
however, so that they can endlessly stop market corrections, bear
trends, and or crashes, for coming up now on thirty fucking years,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT,
WORLD;
WHEN THE MILI-2-FORCE FUCKING DAMAGES MY CUNT FUCKING LAPPING
PROPERTY AND DESTROY MY ENTIRE LIFE TO KEEP GETTING IT TO GO YUP FOR
THIRTY YEARS NOW; THIS IS WHERE I AM HAVING A MAJOR FUCKING PROBLEM
WITH SHIT, FOLKS!!!! AND YOU KNOW WHAT; SO WOULD YOU IF YOU WERE IN
MY DICK LICKING FUCKING SHOES FOR THIRTY FUCKING CUINT EATING YEARS,
YO!
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THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
JULY
10, 2015,
FRIDAY
NIGHT AT 9:18,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 82 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
SO FAR-------(H-90/L-72).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 77%, FEELING LIKE 88.
WIND
IS ESE AT 4, WITH GUSTS TO 15.
I
TOLD YOU GINA, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
I
TOLD YOU GINA, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
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MARK WAYNE MOHR
Holy
Joe Coffee did shit get fucking screwed up for me today, AS USUAL;
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
NO
SIR-E-BOB; THERE IS NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT ME, OR MY STORY FROM HELL,
AND THE NIGHTMARE MONSTER CHARACHTERS WHO ALL, ARE INVOLVED IN MY
ENDLESS RELENTLESS FUCKING WOES AND MISERIES.
1)
Forget sweeping the beach, Senator.
2)
Forget sweeping the beach, Senator.
3)
Forget sweeping the beach, Senator.
BIG-O
and allofem want to OTL!!!!!!!!
Oh
Mister Peter Vitteritti and Mizz Jennifer Washburn; I have a nice
pwetty fwower for that A&R lady in NYC, YO.
My
pukey father and the conductor, were on the LIRR, not the MORE TRAINS
OF FLORIDA, Mister H. GOTTWALD.
So
here I am this morning, going to the car mechanic shop in the blaring
searing fucking heat without any climate control in my car, and I get
there, and the shop that was supposed to fuckiGN send over the new
motor to run the climate control fan, mysteriously fucked up the
order, and I had to go home and waste a trip. Isn't life a real
fuckiGN endless day at the beach for me, kind Sheriff Mascara,
sir??????? AHA-AHA-AHA om me, as usual!!!!
''SHARK,
SHARK'',
Aunt
Gloucesteruth
Hyperspace.
All the answers are within all of us, somewhere deep fucking inside.
And I am just wondering how Steve Fascitar is doing these days,
Mister Marcucci, Mister Ciprionni, and Misses Marola, of Coolie
Wormhole Hall?
Aren't
fatal heart attacks, and deadly choke hold fun; Mister McDonald, and
Mister Evans? I sure hope that the wrong Mister Evans's, don't do a
Vein Carly Simon on me here! These words are part of the seventies,
not the nineties!!!!!!!!!!!
ALL
SAVANTS, PLEASE, THE END!!!
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 239
I
NEED MAJOR PROTECTION SHERIFF SIR. At half past midnight,
those dirt bag garbage blasted me outside my window with that monster
illegal noise in violation of two major laws; and then around one
this morning, my across the hall nabe and some guests and others
around me, all made a lot of noise out in the hall right outside of
my door, as if totally on purpose, and as stated before sir; the
music in the car blaring and then these nabes, in any order, proves
that it is them doing a double-attack on me, in violation of my civil
rights. My no good family up north seems to have a large hold on that
hood up there where these trash all seem to be coming from, who are a
thorn in your side every bit as mine, kind Sheriff Mascara, sir. Just
so you know this is all real and happening, my kind friend!!!!!!!!
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Life
for me has never ever been this mother fucking twat licking bad, not
in nearly the entire 61 years of my nightmare fucking hellish god dam
life, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is what happens to peeps who have SATAN
personally against them this much, and don't let fucking cunt eating
Christians tell you otherwise, this god of this age and world OWNS
the land, and rules the cosmos. He takes souls to hell every single
day, and gets preachers to holler out he is just a defeated foe after
the great cross of Calvary incident. They are mixing up the two
realms, energy and mass, or better said, physical and spiritual.
That, sir Kimba Whitelion; YOU CAN BE SURE, in or out of all great
things from 1969.
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Now
the very last thing that I want to do, is to get 'Listener Theresa'
of WFMU internet radio, all up set or excited; but here goes any how;
My
1985 doctor M. Miller Bittle, ''My Philadelphia Father'' book.
GONE,
unable to locate.
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!!! Please find
some way to help me Mister President. THANK
YOU SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
{{{((*HALLS----------WALLS*))}}}
CHAPTER
#239
NO
SIR-E-BOB; THERE IS NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT ME, OR MY STORY FROM HELL,
AND THE NIGHTMARE MONSTER CHARACHTERS WHO ALL, ARE INVOLVED IN MY
ENDLESS RELENTLESS FUCKING WOES AND MISERIES.
Hay
Sarah Callio and Paula King, and all of you rotten TAWFERS; YO. Here
are some instructions for you.
1)
Place heavy sandbag belt around you.
2)
Be sure the weight is at least 80 pounds.
3)
Find this location below.
4)
Go there, walk down the stairs, and keep right on going! Forget
sweeping the beach, Senator.
SHARK,
SHARK, Aunt Gloucesteruth Hyperspace. All the answers are within all
of us, somewhere deep fucking inside. I am just wondering how Steve
Fascitar is doing these days, Mister Marcucci, mister Ciprionni, and
Misses Marola, of Coolie Wormhole Hall?
Aren't
fatal heart attacks, and deadly choke holds fun; Mister McDonald, and
Mister Evans? I sure hope that the wrong Mister Evans's, don't do a
Vein Carly Simon on me here! These words are part of the seventies,
not the nineties!!!!!!!!!!!
Six
white flowers for Donna's white-boy. If anyone says to me, “Brother,
can you spare a Julia-Flower”, get ready for one big fat helluva
hunch right in the snout!!!!!!!
Oh
Mister Peter Vitteritti and Mizz Jennifer Washburn; I have a nice
pwetty fwower for that A&R lady in NYC, 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!!!!!!!!!!
And
of course, I want SARAH, and her nasty ass fucking broom, in that
field, all nice and trapped too; beach sweeper, pier barnacle
cleaner, Fire Dog caller; Mayor Levy, YO!!!!!!!!
WHAT
NEXT, COLD CRUEL MOTHER MILF HUFFING PUFFING DIVING
WORLD????????????????????
Hay
Uncle Snoots-Heinz from 1972; more vomit, more conductor stories, or
just more trains, YO?
As
long as we don't drag poor Mountainpen Mark Wayne MOHR into this
horse shit, Jesus dam-ass Christ!!!!!!!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
JEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
DETECTIVE FONTANNA!
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Now
some of you know that when I talk about the old job before
Cifaloglio, the dude who was very mysterious and claimed to be an
Olympian God, named Psyche Myrathus from the Great Ring River to the
Province one away from Province Olympia; and two friends of his, all
knew some friends of this driver-Anthony from the new job. But to
keep this all going, I had the WAYV crew, and of course their queen,
the great PAULA Somnambulist KING. I totally believe that Paula is
one and the same person that worked with my mom, because they share
some wild things in personal life besides being dead ringers to each
other physically. They had another weird trait of dating people who
resembled each other yet were not twins or trips or quads or quints.
If I ever tell the story in detail of how Satan tried to murder me in
Philadelphia one hot 1975 summer day, shortly after I got beat up in
Atlantic City by the ACBP mascots in South Town; no one would ever
believe any of it, not unless I could prove it, and I am pretty sure
with the help of two living peeps, I CAN!!!!!!!!!!!!! UH-OH MACO
SHARKSHIT AUNT RUTHGLOUCESTER; here comes the fucking
WORD-DISAPPEARING-HACK, FCC!!!!!!!!
BUTTTTTTTT;
the light at the end of the dam ass tunnel, is a lot more than three
intersecting jet vapor trails, that are all criss- crossing, back in
December of 1969, or even just a lot of red XXXXXXXXX's
YO!!!!!!!!!
JULY
10, 2015,
FRIDAY
MORNING AT 8:24,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 79 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
SO FAR-------(H-79/L-72).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 90%, FEELING LIKE 86.
WIND
IS E AND CALM, WITH SMALL GUSTING TO 3.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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ALERT----RED ALERT----RED ALERT
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The
reason the STOCK MARKET REBOUNDED
THURSDAY AND FRIDAY, has nothing to do with anything in this
material world. Sheriff Ken Mascara sir, the
Milituforce enemy struck me with major property damage. My car
was struck hard with another major hit. These evil mother fucking
twat licking bastard scum turds, struck my my climate control fan for
a second time now sir; and this time; it smoked up and burned, and it
will need to be replaced. This will be done tomorrow, and sir; I'll
need your protection while I am out at my mechanic's shop, near the
Orkin place on US-HGHY ONE, kind sir. Thank you in
advance!!!!!!!!!!!! Feel free to drop by between 1-2 give or take.
I
have absolutely nothing against Wall Street Sheriff sir. I do have
something against them destroying my entire mother fuckiGN life
however, so that they can endlessly stop market corrections, bear
trends, and or crashes, for coming up now on thirty fucking years,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT,
WORLD;
WHEN THE MILI-2-FORCE FUCKING DAMAGES MY CUNT FUCKING LAPPING
PROPERTY AND DESTROY MY ENTIRE LIFE TO KEEP GETTING IT TO GO YUP FOR
THIRTY YEARS NOW; THIS IS WHERE I AM HAVING A MAJOR FUCKING PROBLEM
WITH SHIT, FOLKS!!!! AND YOU KNOW WHAT; SO WOULD YOU IF YOU WERE IN
MY DICK LICKING FUCKING SHOES FOR THIRTY FUCKING CUINT EATING YEARS,
YO!
I
have absolutely nothing against Wall Street Sheriff sir. I do have
something against them destroying my entire mother fuckiGN life
however,so that they can endlessly stop market corrections, bear
trends, and or crashes, for coming up now on thirty fucking years,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have absolutely nothing against Wall Street Sheriff sir. I do have
something against them destroying my entire mother fuckiGN life
however,so that they can endlessly stop market corrections, bear
trends, and or crashes, for coming up now on thirty fucking years,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have absolutely nothing against Wall Street Sheriff sir. I do have
something against them destroying my entire mother fuckiGN life
however,so that they can endlessly stop market corrections, bear
trends, and or crashes, for coming up now on thirty fucking years,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have absolutely nothing against Wall Street Sheriff sir. I do have
something against them destroying my entire mother fuckiGN life
however,so that they can endlessly stop market corrections, bear
trends, and or crashes, for coming up now on thirty fucking years,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have absolutely nothing against Wall Street Sheriff sir. I do have
something against them destroying my entire mother fuckiGN life
however,so that they can endlessly stop market corrections, bear
trends, and or crashes, for coming up now on thirty fucking years,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have absolutely nothing against Wall Street Sheriff sir. I do have
something against them destroying my entire mother fuckiGN life
however,so that they can endlessly stop market corrections, bear
trends, and or crashes, for coming up now on thirty fucking years,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have absolutely nothing against Wall Street Sheriff sir. I do have
something against them destroying my entire mother fuckiGN life
however,so that they can endlessly stop market corrections, bear
trends, and or crashes, for coming up now on thirty fucking years,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have absolutely nothing against Wall Street Sheriff sir. I do have
something against them destroying my entire mother fuckiGN life
however,so that they can endlessly stop market corrections, bear
trends, and or crashes, for coming up now on thirty fucking years,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have absolutely nothing against Wall Street Sheriff sir. I do have
something against them destroying my entire mother fuckiGN life
however,so that they can endlessly stop market corrections, bear
trends, and or crashes, for coming up now on thirty fucking years,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have absolutely nothing against Wall Street Sheriff sir. I do have
something against them destroying my entire mother fuckiGN life
however,so that they can endlessly stop market corrections, bear
trends, and or crashes, for coming up now on thirty fucking years,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have absolutely nothing against Wall Street Sheriff sir. I do have
something against them destroying my entire mother fuckiGN life
however,so that they can endlessly stop market corrections, bear
trends, and or crashes, for coming up now on thirty fucking years,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have absolutely nothing against Wall Street Sheriff sir. I do have
something against them destroying my entire mother fuckiGN life
however,so that they can endlessly stop market corrections, bear
trends, and or crashes, for coming up now on thirty fucking years,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have absolutely nothing against Wall Street Sheriff sir. I do have
something against them destroying my entire mother fuckiGN life
however,so that they can endlessly stop market corrections, bear
trends, and or crashes, for coming up now on thirty fucking years,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
Cooley Hall administration and doctors, would have told me I am an
incurable crazy person, just as do all those today up here in this
messed up and fucked up future. But I know I am not crazy and that
all of these wild things are totally mother fuckiGN true and
accurate, kind Sheriff sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am in no way being paranoid or stupid in my thoughts regarding this
powerful reality, son!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Patricia
Hollister of Lavino Shipping Company entered the mystical equation.
As for my getting more specific about 1974, like Heaven, to quote the
old movie or whatever, “IT CAN WAIT”.
Patricia
Hollister of Lavino Shipping Company entered the mystical equation.
As for my getting more specific about 1974, like Heaven, to quote the
old movie or whatever, “IT CAN WAIT”.
Patricia
Hollister of Lavino Shipping Company entered the mystical equation.
As for my getting more specific about 1974, like Heaven, to quote the
old movie or whatever, “IT CAN WAIT”.
Patricia
Hollister of Lavino Shipping Company entered the mystical equation.
As for my getting more specific about 1974, like Heaven, to quote the
old movie or whatever, “IT CAN WAIT”.
Patricia
Hollister of Lavino Shipping Company entered the mystical equation.
As for my getting more specific about 1974, like Heaven, to quote the
old movie or whatever, “IT CAN WAIT”.
Patricia
Hollister of Lavino Shipping Company entered the mystical equation.
As for my getting more specific about 1974, like Heaven, to quote the
old movie or whatever, “IT CAN WAIT”.
Patricia
Hollister of Lavino Shipping Company entered the mystical equation.
As for my getting more specific about 1974, like Heaven, to quote the
old movie or whatever, “IT CAN WAIT”.
Patricia
Hollister of Lavino Shipping Company entered the mystical equation.
As for my getting more specific about 1974, like Heaven, to quote the
old movie or whatever, “IT CAN WAIT”.
Patricia
Hollister of Lavino Shipping Company entered the mystical equation.
As for my getting more specific about 1974, like Heaven, to quote the
old movie or whatever, “IT CAN WAIT”.
Patricia
Hollister of Lavino Shipping Company entered the mystical equation.
As for my getting more specific about 1974, like Heaven, to quote the
old movie or whatever, “IT CAN WAIT”.
THE
FUCKING JAPANESE DURING WORLD WAR TWO KNEW HOW DEADLY THIS CAPITALISM
EVIL EMPIRE AND STOCK MARKET WAS; AND THEY TRIED VERY FUCKING HARD TO
TELL THIS TO OUR POW-MEN, WHO THEY HAD CAPTURED. BUT WE ALL LEARNED
IN SCHOOL THAT THEY WERE JUST DOING PROPOGANDA. YEAH, RIGHT. I AM
HERE TO TELL YOU ALL PERSONALLY AND FIRST HAND; WE ARE THE ONES DOING
ALL OF THAT, BUDDY FUCKING BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST TELL ME THE
COURT TO SHOW UP IN, AND TESTIFY UNDER LEGAL OATH AND PERJURY, IF I
BE LYING ABOUT ANY LITTLE BIT OF THIS; KIND SHERIFF KJM, AND KIND
AG-BONDI; AND I'LL SWEAR TO EVERYTHING THAT I JUST MOTHER 'FUCKIGN'
STATED HERE IN, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THANX
FOR ALL THIS ETERNAL MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' HELL WHEN I LOVE YOU SO VERY
MUCH, NICI STACEY LORDESS SARAH J!!!!!!!!!!!!! hOW LONG ARE YOU GOING
TO LET VIGUEEN SLUT JULIE KEEP HURTING ME, ALONG WITH MISTER
CHANTPANTS STEVE FAIRYTALE POINTERGIRLS?????????????? ISN'T 41 YEARS
LONG ENOUGH, HELEN BABY REDY DELTA DAWN-MARIE??????????
Let
me tell you a little up front shit, great people. I, along with many
others; have been placed on the CRAZY-LIST. We all know the details
to this dirty well kept mother fuckiGN secret. So things like my
endless property damage can be done to me and they can get away with
it endlessly an d relentlessly. It honestly doesn't take some hot
shot brainiac rocket scientist, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DID
YOU FIGURE OUT THE HYPERSPACE ROLLS OF THE NON DARK SHADOWS PHA
PEEPS?
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THIS IS A PHONY DUPLICATION, AND BECAUSE THAT LADY
STOLE MY COPYRIGHT FORM, I CANNOT EVEN PRINT UP THE PAULA KING
REGISTRATION NUMBER!!!!!!!!!
THE TERRORIST GIRL, WAS THE HYPERSPACE DARK
SHADOWS PARALLEL WORLD CLEANING LADY!
“THE
END”
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