***CHAPTER
33***
(HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE)
My
life totally bites and chews, folks; and I am neither Katharine, or
Mary-Lee!!!!!!!!! For that matter, my name ain't Pam Bondi, either;
oh great kind folks out here, in internet-land.
I
do not owe the Blogger site and Google an apology, Thomas J. Reale,
or for that matter, you either, you dam sicko
perv!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No
one was ever able to type in the title to my song, “MI Apology
Song”, which was the only title of any song exactly like this one,
yet nothing ever popped up unless you first went to the Google
Engine, and then typed in not only the name of the song, called, “MI
Apology Song”, but also the name “King Nebnooshoo”. Unless the
following exact item was typed onto a Google Search, and no other,
“MI Apology Song King Nebnooshoo, nothing ever would pop up. No
matter how hard I eveer tried to interact on any social media, be it
Facebook or Youtube, back years ago; they MOTHER FUCKING TOTALLY
STOPPED ME IN NUMEROUS WAYS, AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION, (ACLU)
IN TOTAL VIOLATION OF MY RIGHT TO SPEAK AND BE AND EXIST IN THIS
WORLD!!! And why? Because jerk off fucking TRUMP told them to do
this, and when he barks out orders, people obey him, and finally now,
this is all admitted to if you follow current political events. And
there is so much more it never would be able to be posted on any
blog, as the sites stop me from any long blogs anymore, and have
recently totally shut me both up, as well as down. On top of that,
somebody has been illegally selling one of my songs, and his name is
Kevin Moore, from Long Island where the mother fucker was born. It is
called, I've been told by reading that horrible page on me, “The
Christ Android”. One big bang, huh Elcapitan Picard Dulegender
Planetstrand???
Paula,
Sarah, Nina, Sandy, and the Shah of Iran, mixed with my good old
fucking Aunt Geraldine Snow, and you have one motley mother fucking
crew. APOLLO-LUCIFER, MILLIONTH-COUNCIL-MILITUFORCE-OTAMMITE KING,
ETCETERA, (all the same difference), is out to fucking wipe me the
shit out with a total vengeance. Him and his fucking powerful
oblitron box, and his twin sister and HER chain that SHE took from me
in a powerful dream interaction back in December of mother fucking
1969. As I fucking said peeps, and now in cock sucking reiteration,
MY STORY TELLS ITSELF, so suppress
it all you fucking want to world. It is truth, and fuck all of
you!!!!!!!!! If anyone on Planet Earth knows and has the fucking
ability to verify my true story, ALL OF IT, it is the mother fucking
UNITED STATES FREAKING COPYRIGHT OFFICE DOWN IN WASHINGTON, FREAKING,
DISTRICT OF FREAKING COLUMBIA, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
all totally reminds me exactly of the story told on the internet, as
well as on so many BERMUDA
TRIANGLE DOCUMENTARIES,
where the radio station fucking talk show host was commandeered,
equipment-wise, by those calling themselves, and I QUOTE, the
{{{(((“MILLIONTH-COUNCIL”)))}}}. Every mother fucking twat eating
claim that I ever make or have made or will go on making on this wide
world web system is totally true and accurate, and can be backed up
by anybody with the fucking desire to GOOGLE around and find it all
out for themselves, BRAHHHHHHH!!!! If this
evil mother fucking WASHCLOTH FAMILY FROM HELL, wants war with me;
then fine. How
many secrets about many of them do I know,
that they wish to the gods I did not know??????????????????
THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT
NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE
YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING
POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
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The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
The
world is an amazing place.
As
you all know, I have said this all before, and merely am now
reiterating this fucking shit.
008
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
General
Patton and I share three huge things. We don't like paying twice
for the same shit. We know that all things in cosmos recycle,
including intelligent sentient life, and last but not least by any
means; as much as he wished he had kissed that son of a bitch
soldier that he slapped that day, I wish I never did that 1983
remake song, called, “YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
See you in the funny papers, George.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Again
Mashell Daniels, I am entitled to it, but all of this and
multiplied by twenty nine octillion, is still just MY PERSONAL
OPINION. What is not, is my actual experiences with this ''GROUP''
that all began at the home on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, New
Jersey, in the final days of June and into the first third of
July, back in 1970.
Hello,
alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am
ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal
Kanwal; thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJK.
Folks,
I hope that you all have one hell of a great and wonderful day.
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014.
Frankly
Congressman RA, I don't even care. All we can try is to live and
to die, with love for each other to share. You may quote me as I
have quoted the great Lordess SSJK, while here as Jesus Carpenter,
the uncle of my sixty-first Grand-Father, quite a while ago, and
far away from good old paradise sunny Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
What
a totally sick world this is. When I was growing up, there would
not be a thousand minds put together in the greatest universities
on this planet, that would ever have been able to imagine what the
future was about to look like in less than a half fucking century.
The only adequate as well as appropriate word here, ladies and
gentlemen is the great (W-O-W)!!!!
And
then along came me, into the equation. Forget Diana and Criana and
all of that for right now, as things can only go nuttier than a
million fuckiGN fruit cakes along the present course. Forget
about the truth of sub-sonics
and gun violence along with dozens of unknown huge
secrets that Morianity has revealed, kind peeps. Just forget it.
Shit, I cannot make a single fucking soul believe a word that I
say. If you think I am going to get a mother fucking stroke over
it, you are way nuttier than I'll ever be, IPYT!!!!!!!!
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BUTTTTTTTTTTT,
kind Sheriff;
I could most definitely use all the protection tomorrow, that you and
your 'deps' can possibly afford me; and I'll thank you in advance,
wonderful kind sir.
THE
END, ALL SAVANTS, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have been on a major mother fucking roll for klutz-out attacks for
weeks now, another one just happening half a cunt chewing hour ago. I
have been on a roll for seeing JANE SLUTBAG FONDA also for weeks,
with no fucking cunt let up. I am on a roll for one super mother
fucking BOTBAR-DAY after another for weeks now. STILL, and HA HA HA
HA HA HA, my great ultra-roulette system refuses to crash and
burn!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
computer will not allow me to turn on my anti-virus, according to the
Norton Virus Protection Computer system. The icon has an 'X' through
it, and I click, and then I hit the shit that is supposed to run a
program to turn it on, only the program never runs, Sheriff K.J.
Mascara sir; and so I've mother fuckiGN given up, kind sir,
YO!!!!!!!!!! While I typed the name of my sheriff for my county, the
mother fucking typing stopped running on the document page. I am
going to have to buy a new mother fuckiGN computer and pay a powerful
hacker to help me to protect it from TRUMP-CALLIO-KING and their
illegal fucking mobster trash mob gang of filth-bag fucking maggots
from hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Magnesonic,
I command you to scan these dirt bag fucking trash ass enemies who I
refer to as the “Milituforce”, using ZD-Tech. You will also be
applying AD-TECH for empowerment of the image-object (I-O) on your
transpower-block (T-B). All people hurting and destroying my life for
thirty to sixty mother fucking years to be scanned, along with all
those whom they love and hold dear to their evil dick licking hearts.
I am setting your POWER-PULL-GAIN controls to the maximum, (MAX-11.8
Inches Per Nanosecond) PPG-11.8 IPNS. I am now maxing out your
controls against this gain power to their absolute power curve of
11.5 IPNS. You will be totally obliterating and annihilating these
fuckiGN miserable trashy people along with all of those whom they
cherish and love and hold near and dear to their wicked, evil,
demonic, despicable, rotten ass fuckiGN hearts!!!!!!!!!! You will be
using the DESIRE-KEY-SETTING-D for a punishment sequence, and I now
am srtting your desire key from the normal-neutral 'J' position, to
the 'I' position. You will hear the empowerment tones that used to
sound in th eearly nineteen-eighties through the AT&T telephone
landline system as a high tone followed by a low tone, and transfer
these two empowerment tones into a printed long 'E' vowel sound when
typed up and printed. The high-first tone is highlighted in the color
of BLUE. The low-second tone is highlighted in the color of RED.
Computer;
on an 'I' to 'D', A-B-TONE, phasing punishment sequencing system,
empower the image-object on your transpower-block that has been fully
scanned and atomically duplicated, so that whatever happens to this
I-O on your T-B, happens to these horrible filthy revolting sicko
bastard rotten trashy people and those whom they love.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Go
to all General and all Coded General (special) orders. G-1133, under
G-189, CG-18, and S-----T-----O-----P!!!!!!!!
There
are going to be a lot of dead mother fuckers, and they all have cunt
lapping asked for it, so I don't have an ounce of cunt chewibng
mother fuckiGN pity for them at all, YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
enemies have persecuted me now for more than 29 years under this full
blast fuckiGN furnace of HELL-FIRE,
since August 15 of 1986, and
this will either stop, or the entire planet WILL BE TOTALLY WIPED
OUT, AND DESTROYED. I promise you that (IPYT)!
Right
before the transformed outside my windows blew up back on Friday,
Sheriff Mascara sir; it was amazing. Maybe an hour earlier I looked
out at them and thought to myself, “Gee,
I never noticed these before, and I sure hope they don't ever blow
like the one did, right outside the building lobby here, a couple
months ago, also on a Friday”. Then
POOF, Sheriff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am beginning to wonder about a lot
of things, kind sir, and never claimed I am sitting in here with all
of the answers to anything. Lots of fucking jerk off people love to
misunderstand me and have done so for many decades of my life now,
sir. They took two songs that I wrote out of context, one in 1980
called, “Long River
Blues”, sung by
Congressman Andrews when he was in his late teens; and the other
song, and we all have come to know about this one, “Girl,
I'll Tell You Anything”.
Neither one of these song's lyrics implied I am so know-it-all pest
who thinks his fuckiGN shit smells like a dam rose garden. If you
listen to the lyrics of the entire two songs, it goes onto explain
this very well, if I am allowed here to say this myself, kind
Sheriff, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE
CHAPTER
32
AUGUST
18, 2015,
LATE
ON TUESDAY AFTERNOON AT 4:48,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 84 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-----(H-90/L-75).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 72%, FEELING LIKE 91.
WIND
IS ESE AT 5, AND GUSTING TO 12.
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I
met David Roth nearly 30 years ago, it seems like days, not nearly
a third of a mother fucking century. He knew I could move heavy
diner rotisserie motors in reverse, and grab a rope and pull a
life-raft with him inside of it, against a strong Barnegat Bay
current without swimming a single stroke. We met as security
guards quite some time back, it
was in November of 1985, and it was in Woodbury Heights, and was
called the
Caldor
Number 113 Store. This
retail store was owned by a couple by the name of Dorothy and
Coral. This is where you get the combined word they came up with,
CALDOR. It went out of business within a decade give or take from
the time we met there. He worked directly for them. I was in house
security, with a private security company. Shortly before we met,
I had hooked up some electrical step-down transformers to wires
that
connected
my bed frame made of metal with steel springs. The mattress was
thin, and when I would go to sleep, I would adjust a switch until
I could feel electrical current just a small bit. This helped me
to leave my body when I fell asleep and reach what I then referred
to the Astral-Plane as, ''Lightning's world''!!!!!
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SOME
ROTTEN FUCKING HACKER SCREWED UP ALL MY WEATHER PASTE-INS AND MY CAMS
LIKE JUPITER INLET. ANYTHING TO WRECK AND RUIN MY BLOGS THAT I WORK
SO HARD TO DO, KIND SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR, YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!
I
MEAN GIVE ME A CUNT LAPPING BREAK, THERE IS NO PINKISH COLOR ON THE
MAP LEGEND, YET THOSE COUNTIES UP IN THE NORTHWESTERN UNITED STATES,
HAVE BEEN THIS COLOR FOR NEARLY A MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' WEEK NOW.
Another
fucking screw up since I was fuckiGN cunt hacked off of
FIEFOX-BROWSER, is the color lines on my blog. The I-E Browser makes
it look totally fuckiGN stupid ugly, and no longer shows the lines as
one solid fuckiGN area, after I post it up to the fucking
BLOGGER-WEBSITE, YO!!!!
You
missed me, Witch-Bitch Jane!!!!
You
missed me, Witch-Bitch Jane!!!!
You
missed me, Witch-Bitch Jane!!!!
You
missed me, Witch-Bitch Jane!!!!
You
missed me, Witch-Bitch Jane!!!!
You
missed me, Witch-Bitch Jane!!!!
You
missed me, Witch-Bitch Jane!!!!
You
missed me, Witch-Bitch Jane!!!!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
MIKE MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
AMERICA and Mister Schiff.
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When
you open your eyes underwater, do you ever worry that you'll drown?
MOUNTAINPEN
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Well,
I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one
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I
will need your protection and the protection of the Indian River
County Sheriff too, tomorrow, kind sir, Sheriff KJM. I have an eleven
of the clock with my sike peeps up in Vero Beach. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE)
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WOW,
WHAT A WORLD OF CRAZINESS ALL OVER! MACK KAITER, MY OLD MARYLAND CAMP
COUNSELOR, WOULD SAY IT BEST HERE, FOLKS; AFTER HEARING ME YELL OUT,
“MACK, THIS IS FUCKING RIDICULOUS”, HE WOULD THEN PROCEED TO TELL
ME, “MARK IT'S TIME TO WASH THAT MOUTH OF YOURS OUT, WITH A BAR OF
SOAP”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW
The
musical project I did in the year of 2000 was on the music project
with the Copyright title of Russ Walker's Star Travelers of 1896, by
the way. Hey folks, I'm just sayin'!!!
MAJOR
COPYRIGHT PROOF THAT THE LOC KNOWS MY STORY IS BEYOND REAL &
POWERFUL:
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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The
real major part of this is that back then, computers and internet
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
Directors, but in this case; between
two MAJOR OTHER PROJECTS, that seem to have effected my entire life
in ways,
that go
beyond phrases like mind bending and brain breaking, and bone
chilling;
and you get the general idea!!!!
My
1985 doctor C. Miller Bittle, and his family's cool ''My Philadelphia
Father'' book.
Hey
roy Carl Weiler, Senior old buddy; tell all your Staten friends I
said all museums are indeed containing secrets. Yours and Tim
Barber's may be a bit more wild, however. Then there are the
endocrinologists of the world, and the great lab-techs too, huh
Mister Dick fucking Wooooooooolf?
Boy
is my bitch ass upstairs fuckiGN nabe annoying me with bangs on my
cunt huffing mother fuckiGN ceiling while I am doing this blog, kind
Sheriff, sir, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GONE,
unable to locate.
Hey,
maybe my
wonderful Almighty daughter
can give me some new
driving directions,
up to see you, DOCK. This fuckiGN whore above me is driving me
totally fuckiGN bonkers, kind Sheriff K.J. Mascara!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The hackers wanted this to come out, drive
up to see you DICK,
only I don't need any more mother fucking wolves in my cunt chewing
miserable rotten fucking life, my BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Have any of you noticed how all my turd swallowing blogs that get
major hacked up, have an intelligence to the hacking, and not just
randomized fuckiGN mischief, YO?
JESUS
CHRIST ALMIGHTY GODDESS, I KNOW THAT I SURE AS SHIT FUCKING HAVE
OBSERVED THIS BULLSHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
GREAT AWESOME 'TWB', YOU
WEELWEE GOTTA' WUVEM!
THE
GREAT AWESOME 'TWB', YOU
WEELWEE GOTTA' WUVEM!
The
strange house on the highway from hell. Funny how all RUSS OPEN REEL
recording systems make their way into small midget dogs and large
taping machines, and all various colorful Julia's of the world, if I
may add, Sheriff here. Go ahead, tell me you believe in all of these
1994-TPB coincidences, and I'll then ask you this kind wonderful sir:
You know I have no weapons and just let off a lot of steam when I say
I am going to off somebody as we both know I'd really love to off
Sarah and Paula and my Cuzz-Donnie, there's no fucking denying that,
sir, so I won't bother. Still sir, what if you had a videotape of me
that shows me in my car, and heading for all three of their
residences, in Atlantic City and NYC? Then you have me saying what I
said when I was all hot and up set. On top of that, someone who you
trust, say for example the Sheriff of Indian River County, told you
that all three of them phoned them and said I was coming for them.
Now would you not arrest me, or aty least come over to talk to me?
Don't you think the evidence on just this one particular glittering
item, proves the things I say, kind wonderful sir, and if so, why is
this double-standard always working against me, if I am not further
correct, when I dare to make that audacious
powerful claim that the god of this world, and his army,
is personally doing me in, and has been, since I was still in my last
year in mother fucking cunt high school; kind wonderful sir, SHF.
KJM??????????
GASH
UNCLE BOATCRASH
JOHN IN ALL WORLDS; DON'T YOU JUST LOVE ALL THE FUCKING BULLSHIT THIS
GREAT WORLD HAS TO OFFER? MAKES YOU NEED TO WAFF A WHITTLE WITH SOME
FUNNY FACES, WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why
are coincidences for me like endless interrogation room one way
mirrors, speaking of throat cleared possible cute
stuff????????????????? Lose my dam job, huh Detective E. Green, sir?
Lose my dam life, because that © Office lady kept all that shit to
herself. THIS SUCKS, SHERIFF SIR!!!!
Hold
the freaking mayo willya, YO?
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AFTER
MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM 3
Morianity
was conceived in 1995 by Mark Wayne Mohr, Kent Drive, Apartment 2-D,
Highview, Williamstown, NJ-USA
AS
I SAID TO YOU ON THE TELEPHONE IN APRIL OR MAY SOMEWHERE IN TWENTY
ELEVEN, LEE BAILEY; 'YOU DON'T KNOW ME', AND I DON'T GIVE A FUCKING
TOILET WATER DRINKING SHIT, HOW MANY EXTENTION PHONES YOU ALL ARE ON;
SO PUT THAT IN YOUR HOLIDAY FUCKING SHOES!!!!
MAJOR
HACKING, SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAJOR
HACKING, SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAJOR
HACKING, SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAJOR
HACKING, SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IT
SEEMS IDA LOST MY CUNT WEATING ASSHOLE DAY TRADING THE MARKET TRODAY,
KIND SHERIFF. REALLY REALLY WEIRD, SIR!!!!!!!!!!
BUT
I WOULD STILL BE WAY AHEAD SINCE THE WEEKEND!!!!!!!!!!!!
HUH
WINNER-CUZ?????????????????????????
HACKERS
JUST FUCKING FROZE UP MY MACHINE AGAIN, KIND SHERIFF, AND I HAD TO
HAVE THIS DOCUMENT RECOVERED AGAIN BY THE OPEN OFFICE 3.1 PEOPLE WHO
PROVIDE ME WITH THEIR PROGRAM. I TELL THEM TO PLEASE FUCKING REPORT
THESE CRASHES AND FREEZES TO THE FUCKIGN FBI, BUT I GUESS THEY DON'T
OR TH EFUCKIGN FEDS DON'T HELP ME WHEN CUZZ TRUMP BARKS OUT ORDERS AT
THEM NOT TO, AS I SAID ALL ALONG FOR THREE DECADES
NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have been on a major mother fucking roll for klutz-out attacks for
weeks now, another one just happening half a cunt chewing hour ago. I
have been on a roll for seeing JANE SLUTBAG FONDA also for weeks,
with no fucking cunt let up. I am on a roll for one super mother
fucking BOTBAR-DAY after another for weeks now. STILL, and HA HA HA
HA HA HA, my great ultra-roulette system refuses to crash and
burn!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
computer will not allow me to turn on my anti-virus, according to the
Norton Virus Protection Computer system. The icon has an 'X' through
it, and I click, and then I hit the shit that is supposed to run a
program to turn it on, only the program never runs, Sheriff K.J.
Mascara sir; and so I've mother fuckiGN given up, kind sir,
YO!!!!!!!!!! While I typed the name of my sheriff for my county, the
mother fucking typing stopped running on the document page. I am
going to have to buy a new mother fuckiGN computer and pay a powerful
hacker to help me to protect it from TRUMP-CALLIO-KING and their
illegal fucking mobster trash mob gang of filth-bag fucking maggots
from hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Magnesonic,
I command you to scan these dirt bag fucking trash ass enemies who I
refer to as the “Milituforce”, using ZD-Tech. You will also be
applying AD-TECH for empowerment of the image-object (I-O) on your
transpower-block (T-B). All people hurting and destroying my life for
thirty to sixty mother fucking years to be scanned, along with all
those whom they love and hold dear to their evil dick licking hearts.
I am setting your POWER-PULL-GAIN controls to the maximum, (MAX-11.8
Inches Per Nanosecond) PPG-11.8 IPNS. I am now maxing out your
controls against this gain power to their absolute power curve of
11.5 IPNS. You will be totally obliterating and annihilating these
fuckiGN miserable trashy people along with all of those whom they
cherish and love and hold near and dear to their wicked, evil,
demonic, despicable, rotten ass fuckiGN hearts!!!!!!!!!! You will be
using the DESIRE-KEY-SETTING-D for a punishment sequence, and I now
am srtting your desire key from the normal-neutral 'J' position, to
the 'I' position. You will hear the empowerment tones that used to
sound in th eearly nineteen-eighties through the AT&T telephone
landline system as a high tone followed by a low tone, and transfer
these two empowerment tones into a printed long 'E' vowel sound when
typed up and printed. The high-first tone is highlighted in the color
of BLUE. The low-second tone is highlighted in the color of RED.
Computer;
on an 'I' to 'D', A-B-TONE, phasing punishment sequencing system,
empower the image-object on your transpower-block that has been fully
scanned and atomically duplicated, so that whatever happens to this
I-O on your T-B, happens to these horrible filthy revolting sicko
bastard rotten trashy people and those whom they love.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Go
to all General and all Coded General (special) orders. G-1133, under
G-189, CG-18, and S--T--O--P!!!!!!!!
There
are going to be a lot of dead mother fuckers, and they all have cunt
lapping asked for it, so I don't have an ounce of cunt chewibng
mother fuckiGN pity for them at all, YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
enemies have persecuted me now for more than 29 years under this full
blast fuckiGN furnace of HELL-FIRE,
since August 15 of 1986, and
this will either stop, or the entire planet WILL BE TOTALLY WIPED
OUT, AND DESTROYED. I promise you that (IPYT)!
Right
before the transformed outside my windows blew up back on Friday,
Sheriff Mascara sir; it was amazing. Maybe an hour earlier I looked
out at them and thought to myself, “Gee,
I never noticed these before, and I sure hope they don't ever blow
like the one did, right outside the building lobby here, a couple
months ago, also on a Friday”. Then
POOF, Sheriff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am beginning to wonder about a lot
of things, kind sir, and never claimed I am sitting in here with all
of the answers to anything. Lots of fucking jerk off people love to
misunderstand me and have done so for many decades of my life now,
sir. They took two songs that I wrote out of context, one in 1980
called, “Long River
Blues”, sung by
Congressman Andrews when he was in his late teens; and the other
song, and we all have come to know about this one, “Girl,
I'll Tell You Anything”.
Neither one of these song's lyrics implied I am so know-it-all pest
who thinks his fuckiGN shit smells like a dam rose garden. If you
listen to the lyrics of the entire two songs, it goes onto explain
this very well, if I am allowed here to say this myself, kind
Sheriff, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
ENDocrinologists, AND THE END.
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