(CHAPTER
21, HELL IS FIXED)
Gawky
Gaukauk the great cat professor from Teck Bay Mystery School of
Province Olympia told me some incredible shit last night, only it
wasn't last night. Last night was just where I dreamed that I would
wake up soon and remember something. I am very used to that way of
thinking now, and have been for a decade almost I suppose. It is
amazing to sit in a class while this giant panther cat talks and
gives a lecture to a thousand students in a gargantuan sized
classroom, that otherwise would resemble normal college classrooms,
and I have seen many of them here in waking life, both here, and in
parallel universes. But it truly amazes me how the first ten minutes
after waking, I know a million things that I can never retain for
very long inside my tiny amount of conscious brain recall. It was
never designed to be that powerful, not even the brains of a hundred
Einstein's. Still, just the memory of holding so much powerful wisdom
really fucking blows my mind, people.
My
dirt bag nabes across from me must have had a dozen illegal guests
over last night, as that door was like a flushing sewer this morning,
slowly and continually expelling one after another after another.
JEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!!!!!!
It
is supposed to be another very hot and humid day, but nothing like
the southwest, where those wonderful cities like Phoenix and Houston
are going to be far fucking worse, praise SAR.
Why
I brought up Steve from 1974 is my own bizz. A lot of genius jerk
offs out in this world think they have so much all figured out and
don't know fucking beer from a can of stale fucking beans. Even why I
talk about the Fascitar is my own bizz, and I never told all of the
YYYY's behind it on any blog, despite telling a lot. Even down to who
it was that fate or RAW was behind transferring this data to me,
cosmically speaking, is my own bizz. Even my great marvelous sixth
cousin four times removed thinks he knows, and I promise him, no sir!
We'll leave things right there since he is busy at th emoment finding
his pathway to catapult himself into becoming th emost powerful man
on Earth. WEEEEEEEE! Hey, in much of localized surrounding parallel
parts of the hyperspace, we all know there are two of them, one 'R'
and one 'D' that get in, one over here, one over there, and so forth.
Towel seepage and hyperspace equation is way too complicated to even
think of tackling enough right now, so as to be able to properly or
accurately use, for making any 100% predictions beyond those great
two peeps. And personally, I couldn't care less, Oranthal Medical
Center J.S. Of 1970!
Times
change so fuckiGN rapidly and I am one of the few anymore and totally
realize same; who wants so bad to have things go back to the great
days of between a half century and a century ago. Still,
we could discuss times way before that, when
I was born in Germany; and did some pretty beyond despicable and
unspeakable things. And as I
speak, and no wonder; here is a major fucking
right side Morty Mortino death angel attack, striking me while I
type. Now he is gone from this room, and good fucking
riddance! WORD-DISAPPEARING fucking hacking just struck my blog,
Federal Communications Commission at five past ten this Tuesday
dirt-bag-morning, YO! They just did this hack-attack again, FCC, FBI,
AG Pam Bondi, and Sheriff K.J. Mascara, YO! Don't you wonder just
what these fucking jerk off worthless loser trash bastards are truly
so afraid of that I am trying to say all these years, I mean really
folks, be real and come fucking on with it already? Every single time
I try to get deep or say something, it is clockwork fucking precision
with the hacking, and my ten year blog here, PROVES THAT I AM
SPEAKING THE TOTAL FUCKING TRUTH HERE; LADS AND LASSIES!
MY
MY MY, Doctor Family Stations Incorporated HAROLD CAMPING.
2006-2015,
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
(BOM) BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR
All
I did was open up the dam door a crack for today, but later on, just
how I fit into a lot of this, will be harped on. It may be only my
opinion, but I have been its target even before it was used in Waco,
Texas against David Koresh and the Branch Davidian Cult in the early
nineties. For example, doors are banging all morning today, and now
these fucking asshole nabes are shouting and their barking yelping
dogs are going to town, out in my hallway, as they have no
consideration about disturbing their nabe, me. But is lack of
consideration really the reason for all this noise, or is someone or
something, Captain fucking J.T. Kirk, putting them up to doing this,
in one way or another, and this means this, along with half a century
of people annoying me constantly with major fucking noise-assaults?
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Jesus
Christ Almighty, some mother fuckers have no shame at
all!!!!!!!!!!!!! What's more, they never did, and they never will.
AUGUST
11, 2015,
TUESDAY
MORNING AT 10:19,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 86 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY------(H-86/L-72)
HUMIDITY
IS 75, FEELING LIKE 92.
FORECAST
HIGH TODAY IS 92 DEGREES.
WINDS
ARE SW AT 3, WITH GUSTING TO 7.
THE
GREAT AWESOME TWB, YOU GOTTA' LUVEM!
OK
so I fucked up and printed Dennis's photo instead of Dawn's. Sorry
about that Chief Maxwell and lovely tall Barbara Feldon! Another
mother fucking WORD-DISAPPEARING HACK, FCC, YO! This is getting on my
mother fucking cunt lapping noives here Sheriff sir, YO my
pal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CRACKPOTS
FROM NEW JERSEYAND FLORIDA
OR
SO SAYS WFMU INTERNET RADIO AND JASSON THIEF FORREST
This
is going to be a bad mother fuckiGN day, kind fucking folks, YO. JANE
WHORE SHITBITCH FONDA JUST FUCKING NAILED MY ASS ON PAGE ELEVEN OF
ELEVEN, A-----G-----A-----I-----N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Mouse
jumping and word disappearing hacking is major, BOB MCDOWELL-FCC!!!!
My daughter would say this so perfectly and great back in 1972 out in
the yard near the fence; “I KNOW”. Was I really wrong, Mister
Franklin and great U.S. © Office Examiners from 1989?
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Whoever
is sharing my life with me just as the collective is sharing their
life with all of you out there too individually whether you want to
believe me or not as it matters zero in so far as altering that
truth; but they always know when I want to get into powerful shit,
and then do all they can to fucking interrupt and halt me from doing
it. This is because they know that if anyone alive with true power
and authority were to ever take me seriously enough to give me a
chance to really prove all of this to them and the world, things
would alter a million times bigger overnight, than all this fuckiGN
shit since 1960 through right now today. I promise all of you that
this is the fuckiGN cunt absolute accurate total truth!!!!!!!!!!!!
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW
END
OF THIS TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-
1971 MICHAEL MCNULTY!
MY
NABES ARE BAD TODAY, SHERIFF SIR!!!
END
OF THIS TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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