CHAPTER
49, HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE
This was about
the worst mother fucking day in my entire time here in Florida, and
that means since the tenth day or eleventh day of December, back in
mother fucking 2009.
I am going to
tell a lot of things, but first, I am here to solemnly testify to the
following truth. I am blogging to the same three dozen or so people,
whoever they are, and that is fine and well. The real and only damage
that I can inflict on this evil empire that has been wiping out my
entire mother fuckiGN life since late in my adolescence or maybe
early into it depending on which head I am thinking with; is to gain
some more viewers to this blog, and it won't happen by me just doing
better blogs, be it in content, quality, or RAW. It will only come
about by my recruiting other people from the internet who read and
enjoy with open mindedness, far out paranormal, extra-terrestrial,
unusual religious concepts, and whatever else along these lines, and
they are out there, and I know it, but I need to pay to have a guru
from Staples or wherever, to show me how to get into chat rooms and
work my e-mail and file shares and all the other fuckiGN shit that
has put a mother fuckiGN brick wall between me having 30 or 40
readers who don't wish to help or assist me one iota, and maybe
having another 50-200 that a small percentage just may. Hey, I don't
know, but I do know I have been fucking short changing myself at the
cosmic cash register long enough, while trashy ego-king Rump and his
pals just mock and jeer and laugh at me, while they endlessly
destroy my entire laugh. What I will fuckign say next will give the
evil empire a real score and a real victory, but like George fucking
cunt Washington's mythical cherry tree, “I cannot tell a lie”,
and I must be mother fucking straight forward about shit on this
blog, or I may as well take it down off of the fuckiGN net right
now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
mother fucking roulette system totally crashed and burned. It was
never tested on a day when the fucking evil empire scored this much
energy and power against my pathetic little righteous empire. As you
may or may not know, the DJIA Stock Market, ON MY BACK OF COURSE,
with ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY, managed
to gain a bit over 600 cunt chewing points
on Wednesday, by PUTTING ME THROUGH A FUCKING
ILLEGAL TORTURE AND ILLEGAL HELL, beyond anyone of you out
here, in your mother fucking twat twisting wildest dam ass
imaginations; YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!! The entire system just suddenly
fucking blew up like a fucking hydrogen bomb, or really, said more
fucking cunt accurately, like about 1000 of them all going off
simultaneously, my BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll be remaining here in
Florida. There is no use going back to New Jersey, as my plan was to
return to the 1986 days of casino roulette playing. I could always
play the 1986-parallel event applied to roulette system, but I never
could keep to it then in 1986, and I wouldn't be able to fucking do
it now. It is too boring and tedious when done correctly, like moving
through solidified fucking molasses, and then in video slow-mo! It
works, and I don;t know why I cannot properly use it, but I feel that
the only reason is MIND-CONTROL,
and I would be willing to ''gamble'' a million bucks of borrowed
fucking mob money at one half to one with any vig, any time, that I
am right, if that is, I could be assured that I would be able to know
the truth of whether I'm correct or not within ten hours or so, and
trust that information implicitly. My point in all of this chatter
and gibberish folks, is that I am going to remain in Florida. Soon I
will open up a TD-Ameritrade account at my bank, and wait for days
and times of death siege, and instead of trying to counter-attack
with blogs or phone calls or anything, merely take my punishment and
make a fortune riding up the fucking Dow Jones!!!!!!! I promise you
people, it will BE UP 2,000 POINTS THIS WEEK, AND BE 20,000 POINTS
BEFORE TH EEND OF THIS AUTUMN, AND IT WILL BE 25,000 POINTS BY EARLY
IN FUCKIGN CUNT 2016, SO MARK IT DOWN AND MARK MY WORDS, NOT
MARKET-DOWN, MARK IT DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT IS GOING TO SHOOT UP
TO THE 'FUCKIGN' STARRY HEAVENS, AND THE 26TH DAY OF AUGUST OF 2015,
IS A BOTTOM OUT IN A CORRECTION THAT WILL BE
8,000 POINTS GAINED IN LESS THAN A HALF A YEAR. I KNOW THIS FOR ONE
HUGE FUCKING REASON, ICPE-APE-TECH. This same thing was done
to me back in dick licking fucking February of 2009, and look what
happened, a market that was around 6600-6800 shot up way more than
double to almost 14 and a half thousand points in just about 72
months or so, (6 fucking years)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
asked the fucking magical Astral-plane Panther Cat, Sir Professor
Gawky Gaukauk, why Wednesday, 26 august, 2015 was so brutally hideous
and monstrous and demonic and hellish nightmare to the power of
twenty for me, and he meowed back at me, PCN-844.
Real
Morians would know from older blogs, the few items that are so
powerful in my match-book list items, for the number root of
GAWNUM-84. And why not, with ''84'' for fucking crissake?????????
Folks;
a lot more happened today than what you read on the previous three or
four blogs. Still, when my dirt bag upstairs nabe attacks me with
their fuckiGN super annoying sounds; it ALWAYS
IS A DEPENDABLE ASSAULT ON THAT DAY.
If only the mother fuckiGN prosecutors, sheriffs, cops, politicians,
and police; would just make the smallest attempt to believe the
things I say; only we all mother fuckiGN know that they won't,
because they
are puppets of the billionaires
or they are just
loser assholes, who only see the very very tip edged surfaces of
life, dismissing all else as things that they ''do not wish to
believe because it's too unpleasant to believe'',
the
original creed of the GWPOS CLUB OF NEW JERSEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It is almost two in the fuckiGN morning and these cunt lapping
bastards above me, are starting up with their sounds, illegally. I
am going into Debbie Marotto's Resident Manager's Office on Friday
morning to make a complaint.
The SPACING-HACK isn't too bad yet, but you can fucking see that my
fuckiGN-HACK is real bad, and so is the illegal (watch me and fuck
with me hack), you know, they are always on my system with some
powerful key-stroke virus, and then they call my nabes who are
already in Trump and his pal's pockets, and offer another 500 bucks
or so to make more noise for a while. Who can ever prove this? Admit
it people. Just for sake of argument, say that you believe my claims
totally 100%. How do you prove this fuckiGN shit, especially when you
have ten bucks to your name and no resources at all, just enemies all
over the fuckiGN cunt place looking to totally do you in morning,
noon, and mother fucking night, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't mother fuckiGN dick licking get
me wrong, great people. I am only saying something that has more
credibility in a courtroom, than the other shit would. What I truly
believe has the very same net result and net effect, and this is it.
I believe that the subconscious mind that we all have, is like the
human mind internet, and that all of our individual computer-minds
(us), are merely the individual computers. In other words, and said
simpler, hopefully; we all have our own self-identity while alive and
existing here in the hyperspace (waking realm existence), and then
this mind, has a deeper, or unconscious mind, that really is all of
us all put together as sort of the human-being-net. All of us all the
time, are inside all of our minds, on a deeper level, and thus those
who practice accessing this such as advanced psychics and types such
as this, do indeed begin experiencing many unusual esoteric and
paranormal things more and more frequently, you know, thinking
something and then it happens, such as a friend calling or an ad on
the TV or radio coming on in a second, and so forth. Every single
time I use my computer, noise is either made, or something else
negative happens, it is just about a 100% perfect fucking pattern,
lads and lassies, IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Earlier,
and before lightning came around after she obviously knew I couldn't
take too much more fucking shit; I phoned my psych services place up
in Vero Beach, as I had misplaced my appointment card with the
shrink, not the counselor. Only the doctor can prescribe the meds,
not the counselor. Here
comes the fucking SPACE-HACK, getting fucking major.
When this is extra fucking bad; every
time that I type in the word 'we',
the
'e' splits off such as ( in th eword).
So I lost my appointment card somewhere, as it isn't in my mother
fucking stack of urgent and recent papers, receipts, or in my wallet.
It got misplaced, or who knows, possibly stolen as did my
copyright form on music project 29, “You'll Be Crossing Over”.
I phoned the place to ask them to tell me when my appointment was,
and I remember that was in the first week in September. Only they
pushed me back and have me down for the fuckiGN 18th
day of September, a week past the time that my meds-refill on two
scripts runs out. This never happened before. They can only give me
the exact number of days on my meds, and it can only be done exactly
31 days after I last filled the scripts. This date would be the
twelfth of September, which is not fair because there are 31 days in
August, and this falls on a Saturday and when the pharmacy would call
it in, the Vero Beach fucking nuthouse will be closed for the
weekend. So I will be sick for a couple of days without my meds. You
have a horrible mother fuckiGN evil nation here, Obama, absolutely
horrible, sir! All these criminals roaming around murdering innocent
fuckiGN people and drugs illegally rampant all over the place, and
yet sick people who need real medications for alleviating real
medical problems, have to suffer because of these bad criminal mother
fucking scum bag sub trash cock sucking dirt shits!!!!!!!! You are
running a sick fuckiGN evil nation here, Mister President,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jane
mother fucking whoreshit Trashass, just came very close to mother
fucking nailing me, with her dam fuckiGN ONES-ASSAULT. My computer
clock is always set on standard time, as hackers keep fucking with me
if I try to move it to daylight savings time, so it reads 1:09, a
close fucking call, but of course it is really 2:09, Eastern Daylight
Time. I am putting up some dam fucking number-5's aniwho, for luck,
posterity, and 3-Stooge-humanity without the duty or the Los-Arms
Hospital!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I
never lost an appointment before and needed to call to ask when it
was, and I never had one moved back on me either, leaving me without
my medications. This is all that shit you have been hearing on the TV
for the entire summer. Now you all know how that fuckiGN dirt bag
works, as he has admitted to it through the back door. He tells
powerful people to do things, and they say, ''yes fuckiGN sir, Mister
Trump''; and they go and they do it. This is how he has made my
entire life go to hell for thirty fuckiGN years; and unless he is
willing to prove to me that I am wrong; then this is now my belief
system. Before he took this presidential race seriously, I never knew
for sure just what was going on, despite the prosecutor-ADA Wirtz
Senior, up in Camden, New Jersey, telling me he knows that ''big
business is doing this to me'' and ''this is very hard to prove, if
not impossible''. As I type; these bastards above me, are making me
nuts with loud bangs at a quarter past mother fuckiGN two this
morning. I will call 911 on them
soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A child can see that dirt ball Trump and his people, are reading
these words as I type them live, and then they call up these fucking
cunt lapping hell-nabes and say, ''do it to him, do it to him'',
and duh; they do, and
they get paid well. Here comes the mother fuckiGN
WORD-DISAPPEARING HACK,
FCC!!!!! Yes, I think I have a new dirt bag up there above me, but I
will be finding this out once and for all, come tomorrow, Friday.
Whoever
this is upstairs, they are really begging for me to dial 911, and I
will be, I promise you! This is totally mother fuckiGN ridiculous,
Mister Kaiter from 1967 and 1968. I said I was going to remain in
Florida, but I am planning to get out of this sicko nightmare roach
scum PHA building, I promise you all that little piece of fuckiGN
cunt eating news, YO BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE, CHAPTER 10
2006-2015,
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
(BOM) BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR
I
have some gripes and other stuff to get off of my mother fucking god
dam chest, ladies and gentlemen out here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HAPPY
BIRTHDAY AMERICA.
As
soon as I said the following thing on my blogs, things began getting
real real real real mother fucking bad for me, and especially with
the upstairs mother fuckiGN total trash!!!!
My
first gripe, and pet peeve, to put it about as politely, and
non-naughty, as a thousand dam Tommy Rowe's ever could do, without
the jam or the jelly, from 1969, and all things that creepeth and
crawleth; is about my residence and the preferential illegal
treatment that some residents here have over others, such as myself.
Hey Public Housing Authority of Fort Pierce, Florida, USA, Planet
Earth; how come I cannot conveniently go back home and slowly move
and find a new place to live and as long as I pay my rent on this
apartment, keep my stuff ''stored''? Regulations, says Mizz Debra
Marotto! OK, fine; then how come James from across the hallway to me,
has been doing just exactly that same thing for three years, ''using
that apartment for storage'', quoting exactly, the words of my
resident manager, Mizz DM? IS THIS ONE BIT FAIR, MIZZ ATTORNEY
GENERAL BONDI, GOVERNOR RICK SCOTT, AND PH AUTHORITIES?????? Sounds
like illegal preferential treatment to me, American Civil Liberties
Union (ACLU)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now,
let me talk a moment about the wonderful Mister Trump, speaking of
facetious behavior and speech. As I said, he will make this country
strong again; I have no doubt in my mind. You can't buy off a dude
that has more money than the Almighty a dozen times over, literally.
Still, there is always the 'ass' word; even though people in this
generation, have forgotten all about this particular quick changing
form of government. Then there is one other cool little item that
needs to be seen in fuller light. The great man has an affinity of
judging the 1% as 'winners' if we examine his motisoperandi in a more
politely inverted view. IE, he actually discusses the 99 percent.
Still, how much longer can this great almighty god in human flesh
live amongst us as DJT? 20, 30, maybe even 40 more productive years
at absolute max??????? Then what? Would it not be fair or correct to
say one day, he will LOSE everything? I mean, you cannot take
anything with you, and I assure you that he has no secret hidden
powers socked away from the rest of us mere mortals. Looking at
reality head on and totally fair and square; a
time WILL COME,
when judged by the man's own strict and quite unalterable standards;
by his own austere and absolutely rigid definitions; he must become
the one thing that he must dread to a proportion that even my hated
of the prick cannot reach the darkest pits of; and that is, ''a
loser''!!!!!!!!!!
Now take a total dick bag shit head nobody such as myself. I on the
other hand CAN NEVER LOSE what I was never permitted to have. Whether
I perish from this Earth today as mortal man Mark Wayne Mohr, or
perish at the age of well past one hundred years; I won't ever lose.
I cannot lose what I never had. Then the democratic party needs to
see one other powerful item as this race moves forward, as a child
can see that he already foresaw his main completion and has this all
planned out years ago and is why the Hillary E-Mail scandal is here
and many other things will yet go down that none of you know about
yet. There was a day in early summer time of 2009 if my memory is at
all in tact; when his buddy Ann King was comped with a lovely room,
and she took me down there to his hotel in Atlantic City, the great
1984 built and first built hotel of his gambling-chain there; and
also Dawn and Leticia Tilley came along. When the hotel casino
security system observed Leticia, everybody went crazy, and not just
because a minor was standing around a gaming establishment, but
because of the incredible resemblance to her distant cousin, Mariah
Carey. Within 40 minutes, he was on his souped up high speed special
whirlybird, and flew there from Manhattan, after being e-mailed a
copy of the surveillance system photos. The man was crapping in his
drawers and wouldn't land the helicopter on his own roof below the
room that he had comped Ann with and that I was in at the time. I
later learned through Ann king, that he for a short time, was trying
to figure out what he might do if his wildest suspicions about me
were correct. He actually believed that I somehow transported myself
physically, no I-Ching bullshit, but real physical time travel; to
the year 1986, and brought he up to 2009 and along with us that day.
If I believed something that ridiculous, or even people who make
documentaries on the great CABLE SCIENCE CHANNEL, such as Professor
Michio Kaku of NYU, make these claims or even took it seriously for a
minute; what chance would we ever have in political arena's. If a
major war happens, would we be allowed to be in charge, you know, us
whackadoodle nut job cases? You can argue that he was just teasing
his pal Ann King, or always used to tease him about ripping off his
hair-rug in front of a crowd; or you can doubt my sincerity, or even
Ann's, should you like. Still, I believe that shit can always be
checked out by our marvelous intelligent agencies, and then the facts
can all be judged for themselves. Hey, maybe the country needs a
leader who would believe this about me, huh Congressman Andrews?
Remember me, the one who used to think he knew what life was all
about, back in 1980, from Robin Hill to Irenecaraville??????????? But
then, if Democrats ever fear any of this, they know I am here and not
planning on going anywhere. He may be totally innocent of hurting
Hillary and me and all the things I have laid claims to. The ADA up
in Camden, NJUSA knows how my mom and I told them all he was stalking
us with that big chopper, and we were called ''liars'' by ADA Dick
Wilson and ADA Donna Spinosi. Again, this is just for those who want
to fight back, and keep a level playing field, before this total
antichrist; who definitely KNOWS that time travel is real; as he
himself has done it 2000 years ago when he showed our SAR (LORD) up
on that large hill near Jerusalem, all the great kingdoms of the
world. It sure wasn't a vision from the year 31 AD, and had to be
more like 2000 AD or in that vicinity, if any real common sense would
insist to prevail here in the matter; takes over this planet, as was
predicted from millennia ago. And then there is my ten year blog,
kind people. What are the dam odds that all of this is here, and all
of these people are into all of this, and that things are now
perfectly unfolding in time, exactly as they are? Do you want me to
give you another big number, or can we all just agree that it is a
large mother freaking one, and let it go at that?
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THE
WEATHER BUG PRESENTS
Well
Santa Claus sir, from back in March of 1975; you were indeed the
coolest mover I ever had, and I had a ton of folks moving me around
from place to place through my earlier years as Mark Wayne Mohr, in
all kinds of weather too, Mizz Joplin. How do you look in the mirror,
McGuire; you murdering thieving criminal bully, you????????
AUGUST
27, 2015, THE ELECTRICAL NUMBER.
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 2:45,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 77 DEGREES FNHT.
WIND
IS W AND STEADY AT 4.
HUMIDITY
IS 90, WIND CHILL IS 82.
FORECAST
HIGH TODAY IS 90.
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YOU NO SHAME, MISTER DELL MCCOY?
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HAVE
YOU NO SHAME, MISTER DELL MCCOY?
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. MATRIX
& TRINITY;
“PERRR-FECT TOGETHER”; huh my old pal, and ex-boss of the great
Homeland Security? And just who really was that Roadway Trucking
driver, back in twenty-oh-two; Misses Marola?
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
Guess
what I did two Wednesday's in a row? OH SHIT, I got all groomed, and
paid the price for it, Mister Tandyshack Dewitt.
I
AM NOT ALLOWED TO CLEAN MY TEETH AND SHAVE ON THE SAME MOTHER FUCKING
DAY, SHERIFF, DID YOU KNOW THAT? THEY DON'T WANT ME GROOMED. THEY
WANT ME TO LOOK LIKE A HOMELESS FUCKING BUM, AND BE THEREFORE TREATED
AS ONE. IF I VIOLATE THIS; THEN MY DAY IS ALWAYS MADE MOTHER FUCKING
SUPER BOTBAR; GREAT SHERIIF, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HOW MOTHER FUCKING FAIR IS THIS FOR THIRTY YEARS, KIND
SIR???????????????????????? I NEED NOT TELL YOU THAT I DID THIS NO-NO
THING EARLY THIS CUNT CHEWING MORNING, AND LOOK WHAT THEY DID TO ME;
A—G—A—I—N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PLEASE,
JUST DON'T BLAME ME WHEN THE ENTIRE WORLD GOES UPSIDE DOWN
SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT'S ALL I GODDESS DAM ASS
ASK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PLEASE,
JUST DON'T BLAME ME WHEN THE ENTIRE WORLD GOES UPSIDE DOWN
SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT'S ALL I GODDESS DAM ASS
ASK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PLEASE,
JUST DON'T BLAME ME WHEN THE ENTIRE WORLD GOES UPSIDE DOWN
SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT'S ALL I GODDESS DAM ASS
ASK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PLEASE,
JUST DON'T BLAME ME WHEN THE ENTIRE WORLD GOES UPSIDE DOWN
SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT'S ALL I GODDESS DAM ASS
ASK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PLEASE,
JUST DON'T BLAME ME WHEN THE ENTIRE WORLD GOES UPSIDE DOWN
SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT'S ALL I GODDESS DAM ASS
ASK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PLEASE,
JUST DON'T BLAME ME WHEN THE ENTIRE WORLD GOES UPSIDE DOWN
SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT'S ALL I GODDESS DAM ASS
ASK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PLEASE,
JUST DON'T BLAME ME WHEN THE ENTIRE WORLD GOES UPSIDE DOWN
SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT'S ALL I GODDESS DAM ASS
ASK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PLEASE,
JUST DON'T BLAME ME WHEN THE ENTIRE WORLD GOES UPSIDE DOWN
SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT'S ALL I GODDESS DAM ASS
ASK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PLEASE,
JUST DON'T BLAME ME WHEN THE ENTIRE WORLD GOES UPSIDE DOWN
SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT'S ALL I GODDESS DAM ASS
ASK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PLEASE,
JUST DON'T BLAME ME WHEN THE ENTIRE WORLD GOES UPSIDE DOWN
SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT'S ALL I GODDESS DAM ASS
ASK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PLEASE,
JUST DON'T BLAME ME WHEN THE ENTIRE WORLD GOES UPSIDE DOWN
SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT'S ALL I GODDESS DAM ASS
ASK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PLEASE,
JUST DON'T BLAME ME WHEN THE ENTIRE WORLD GOES UPSIDE DOWN
SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT'S ALL I GODDESS DAM ASS
ASK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
NEVER SAID I WAS FUCKING GOD ALMIGHTY, FOLKS, NOR DO I PLAN TO. BUT I
DO KNOW HER. EVEN THE 1997 ROCK BAND KNEW THAT I DID, REMEMBER?
I
NEVER SAID I WAS FUCKING GOD ALMIGHTY, FOLKS, NOR DO I PLAN TO. BUT I
DO KNOW HER. EVEN THE 1997 ROCK BAND KNEW THAT I DID, REMEMBER?
I
NEVER SAID I WAS FUCKING GOD ALMIGHTY, FOLKS, NOR DO I PLAN TO. BUT I
DO KNOW HER. EVEN THE 1997 ROCK BAND KNEW THAT I DID, REMEMBER?
I
NEVER SAID I WAS FUCKING GOD ALMIGHTY, FOLKS, NOR DO I PLAN TO. BUT I
DO KNOW HER. EVEN THE 1997 ROCK BAND KNEW THAT I DID, REMEMBER?
I
NEVER SAID I WAS FUCKING GOD ALMIGHTY, FOLKS, NOR DO I PLAN TO. BUT I
DO KNOW HER. EVEN THE 1997 ROCK BAND KNEW THAT I DID, REMEMBER?
I
NEVER SAID I WAS FUCKING GOD ALMIGHTY, FOLKS, NOR DO I PLAN TO. BUT I
DO KNOW HER. EVEN THE 1997 ROCK BAND KNEW THAT I DID, REMEMBER?
The
theme song lyrics of ''1986'', hey thank for the idea, Taylor Swift,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
Any
real world I used to live in; I died out of, a very very long time
ago; Mizz Attorney General of Florida, Pam Bondi, MA'AM!
I
am very mother fuckiGN sick and tired of this god dam mother fuckiGN
shit sucking world. I cannot tell a lie about this here; George W.
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
MISTER MIKE MCNULTY!!!!
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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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$168.00
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Average rating: stars ratings
Only
get the expensive unit, the cheapo is horrible if you want it for the
old style VCR. The DVD-CD part is wonderful!
I
will have to order it and have it god dam shipped. The store won't
carry it. Ain't life grand and swift; David Roth sir?????
THIS
WAS ONE OF THE MOTHER FUCKING WORST CUNT CHEWING DAYS OF MY ENTIRE
LIFE.
THIS
WAS ONE OF THE MOTHER FUCKING WORST CUNT CHEWING DAYS OF MY ENTIRE
LIFE.
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LIFE.
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LIFE.
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LIFE.
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LIFE.
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WAS ONE OF THE MOTHER FUCKING WORST CUNT CHEWING DAYS OF MY ENTIRE
LIFE.
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WAS ONE OF THE MOTHER FUCKING WORST CUNT CHEWING DAYS OF MY ENTIRE
LIFE.
THIS
WAS ONE OF THE MOTHER FUCKING WORST CUNT CHEWING DAYS OF MY ENTIRE
LIFE.
THIS
WAS ONE OF THE MOTHER FUCKING WORST CUNT CHEWING DAYS OF MY ENTIRE
LIFE.
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ALL PEPRSONS MAKING MY LIFE AN ENDLESS NIGHTMARE FUCKING BURNING
BREATHING NIGHTMARE HELL. I AM MAXING OUT YOUR POWER PULL GAIN TO
11.8 INCHES PER NANOSECOND. ALL CONTROLS AGAINST YOUR PPG IS NOW
MAXED OUT AT 11.5 IPNS. SCAN AND CREATE AN I-O TO BE PLACED ON YOUR
T-B. USE BOTH ZD AND AD TECHNOLOGIES. YOUR DESIRE KEY SETTING OF
NORMAL NEUTRAL IS BEING SWITCHED TO THE 'I' POSITION. COMPUTER, ON AN
'I' TO 'D', A/B-TONE, PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, EMPOWER
THE IMAGE-OBJECT THAT IS ON YOUR TRANSPOWER-BLOCK. THE OLD STYLE
EMPOWERMENT TONES FROM THE AT&T PHONE SYSTEM ARE NOW CONVERTED
DIGITALLY TO THE LONG 'E' VOWEL SOUND. THE YELLOW HIGHLIGHTED SET IS
THE HIGH TONE. THE GREEN HIGHLIGHTED SET IS THE LOW TONE.
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Sheriff
sir;
the minute that I say things are better, if you notice now sir; EVERY
SINGLE DAM ASS TIME; kaboom; the
enemy strikes to taunt me;
and totally violate all of my human rights, and my civil dam ass
rights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sheriff
sir;
the minute that I say things are better, if you notice now sir; EVERY
SINGLE DAM ASS TIME; kaboom; the
enemy strikes to taunt me;
and totally violate all of my human rights, and my civil dam ass
rights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sheriff
sir;
the minute that I say things are better, if you notice now sir; EVERY
SINGLE DAM ASS TIME; kaboom; the
enemy strikes to taunt me;
and totally violate all of my human rights, and my civil dam ass
rights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sheriff
sir;
the minute that I say things are better, if you notice now sir; EVERY
SINGLE DAM ASS TIME; kaboom; the
enemy strikes to taunt me;
and totally violate all of my human rights, and my civil dam ass
rights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sheriff
sir;
the minute that I say things are better, if you notice now sir; EVERY
SINGLE DAM ASS TIME; kaboom; the
enemy strikes to taunt me;
and totally violate all of my human rights, and my civil dam ass
rights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sheriff
sir;
the minute that I say things are better, if you notice now sir; EVERY
SINGLE DAM ASS TIME; kaboom; the
enemy strikes to taunt me;
and totally violate all of my human rights, and my civil dam ass
rights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
Tandy (Radio Shack) employee;
told me, back in 1997; that
he was scared to death of the Callio family.
Shortly after we were meeting privately at my home in Somerdale, New
Jersey, to do things pertaining to that family of nightmare
washcloths from hell; he had a gorgeous goddess at his college,
suddenly ask him out. He told me later she tried to run him over. Her
name was Paula. Paula lives to try and run people she does not like
over in cars. She is a very dangerous horrible person if the word
'person' even applies to the reality here, Sheriff. If you study both
WFMU and WAYV, Sheriff sir, you'll see a huge truth is happening and
that all my claims are real, right down to the Governor's race in a
parallel universe where I ended up shot in the back by a state
trooper, and it is all on blogs that need to be archived, from
2006-2011. My blogs speak of how three years earlier while living at
the Highview Apartments of Williamstown, New Jersey; I met up with
former security ops Mister Arthur Crane, and how Paula King then, at
a Super-Walmart Parking Lot, in Washington Township; tried to run us
down with her white sports car. WHITE SPORTS CAR, shape shifters,
duplicators, exploratrons, somnambulists; the laundry list is long
and quite ugly, Mister Edgar Casey and Professor Michio Kaku
Roswell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU
SEE I RESPECT RUSSIA AND OTHER PLACES IN THE PAST COMMUNIST DAYS WHEN
A CITIZEN KNEW WHERE THEY STOOD FROM THE TIME THEY WERE THREE FUCKIGN
CUNT TURD SWALLOWING YEARS OF DAM ASS AGE, YO. They were taught to
shut up and agree and never make trouble, and just obey the authority
and ruler dictator. Fine, I can respect a non phony system where at
least, shitty as it fucking cunt was, we all knew just where we
stood. Here in this so-called free country,
LAUGH-LAUGH-LAUGH-LAUGH-LAUGH-LAUGH, you are told you can do what you
want and you're free, and all that lie shit jazz from grade school.
It is one huge mother fucking total lie. This I don't respect. Not
one tiny fucking little dick throbbing bit, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY-MY-MY,
SARGENT USMC CARTER SIR!
Holy
mother fucking shitwater CUBED in Cuba, YO. Lottery winner, Cuba's
Dad, yeah, I am. I have proof that all of you were in on this, along
with 2010 jailbird BOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still think I am a
fucking nutcase, Mister Bonjovi, YO??????????
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INLET CAM
WELCOME
TO JUPITER INLET, FLORIDA, USA
GGGGGGGGEEEEEEE
WOW could I use your dam help lovely Pam, but all you did was take
away my dam Loraze PAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH BOY!
LINKS
TO OLDER BLOGS OF THE MOUNTAINPEN, YO YO YO YO!
Say
that cool thing you used to say, Tom Kean***PAM BONDI & me,
I
SURE COULD USE SOME DAM HELP, MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL!
Where
are you when I need you, Tom Kean????
Where
are you when I need you, Tom Kean????
Where
are you when I need you, Tom Kean????
Where
are you when I need you, Tom Kean????
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are you when I need you, Tom Kean????
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are you when I need you, Tom Kean????
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are you when I need you, Tom Kean????
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are you when I need you, Tom Kean????
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are you when I need you, Tom Kean????
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are you when I need you, Tom Kean????
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are you when I need you, Tom Kean????
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are you when I need you, Tom Kean????
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are you when I need you, Tom Kean????
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are you when I need you, Tom Kean????
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are you when I need you, Tom Kean????
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are you when I need you, Tom Kean????
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are you when I need you, Tom Kean????
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are you when I need you, Tom Kean????
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are you when I need you, Tom Kean????
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are you when I need you, Tom Kean????
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are you when I need you, Tom Kean????
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are you when I need you, Tom Kean????
Where
are you when I need you, Tom Kean????
Where
are you when I need you, Tom Kean????
Where
are you when I need you, Tom Kean????
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW
 
My
POMO radar? How about Paula King, Robert McGuire, and Sarah
Callio's ESS Organization from the deepest hottest pits of Dogtown
(HELL)????????
My
POMO radar? How about Paula King, Robert McGuire, and Sarah
Callio's ESS Organization from the deepest hottest pits of Dogtown
(HELL)????????
Yes,
good old Donna Summer had all the answers too on many things, but
as I got to be a bit older and wiser, I began to see some things
her way, and hey folks, I admit to it, YO, and you too Mister
Inductotherm!!!!!!!!
  
I
am getting a wee bit tired here lads and lassies, and even more
tired of these fuckiGN dirt bags that slam upstairs all night
long. This is totally fucking ridiculous, and I know they have
been paid to do this, and I intend to make some real fuckiGN
trouble and you can expect a visit at your office later today,
kind Sheriff, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
something
wrong somewhere, Donna? Well, not in 1981 or in 1094, but wow
after 1986 is a whole other mother fuckiGN matter.
I
WOULD HAVE FUCKING KICKED SERIOUS ASS TODAY, IF I HAD DAY TRADE,
AND WILL OPENLY ADMIT IT. IT SHOULD HAVE GONE UP 1000 POINS DURING
THIS MURDEROUS FUC KING DEATH SIEGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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!
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
©
2006-2015 MARK WAYNE MOHR
I
love you so god dam much, Goddess Diana!
Now
for something that happened that is truly fucking amazing and
powerful, lads and lassies. Shortly after th eelectrical storm
came and went, I sat down, and Diana flashed again, inside the
apartment in some weird way as there is th eflash yet no heat or
fire, or thunder. Unlike th eother time when this happened, I
instantly felt her inside of my mind, and she told me to unplug
the cable box and plug it back in a minute after I unplug it, and
I told her that I was doing that, an dthen I could hear her
audibly in my head, laughing and she said out loud in my head,
“Ricky you ninny, it resets and shuts off, and now you have to
take your remote and simply turn it back on like any time when you
want to watch your TV”. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I
did what she said, and the cable went back on. I only lost service
between quarter past one and just shy of six. The Comcast is still
going to credit my next months bill by eleven dollars.
I
don't know if it is the 'ION' fucking station or what, but this
seemed to give me trouble all day long intermittently. Starting
around half past ten tonight again or a little bit shy somewhere,
more shit happened again, and it seemed to make all of the
stations flicker up and down in their picture after the fuck up on
the ION-CHANNEL. I had to shut off the box and then turn it back
fucking on and this killed that problem, and the picture stopped
jumping up and down. I am still going to take my box next month
when I gfo up to the nutcase joint in Vero, to their office in
Vero, and get a replacement cable box, as the ones that I have are
nearly six years old and wearing out, maybe. If this shit does not
stop, I will write certified letters to the Board of Public
Utilities, my local Congressman, and the AG and the governor,
Honorable Rick Scott of Florida!!!!!!!!!! The Milituforce seems to
not like me watching the show ''Ghost Whisperer'', or some
particular episodes of it, as this is becoming a major pattern of
being cut off from the show when it runs all day on Wednesdays and
Fridays, over and over again, Sheriff Mascara, and AG Pam
Bondi!!!!!!!!!!!! you know, it takes no fuckiGN Einstein to see
that more is going on here than meets the average fucking eye,
YO!!!!
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Hammering
Whore is at it again upstairs, at 3:13. Also Diana has come
around, and has really pretty colors to show off for me. Also, I had
a nice chat with another Comcast Agent, in the Billing Department. I
will get an eleven dollar credit for my service interruption. When
the right things are done, I blog it every bit as fast and
importantly as when the wrong stuff is done to me. It goes
both ways, and I am no ogre or scoundrel. But what's right is right,
and even though we are 17 decades away from the times of President A.
Lincoln; right still should make might, and speaking of right and
wrong, I just took another wrong and another assault, a major fucking
computer hack, as if you could care in the least, all you authorities
out there that believe I'm just a mother fucking
nut-case!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
the enemies must pay for this horrible assault on me today with some
more powerful hidden truth. Do you want to know why Bob McDowell was
made such a popular figure in government circles? ME. How about the
great Congressman Andrews? Yeah you got it, me again. How about,
well, this can go on and on, and if you choose to not believe a word
that I say; well, it changes nothing at all whatsoever, as this list
is nearly in-exhaustive and it is definitely the absolute fucking
truth, so help me GODDESS, SSJKK!!!! But without some facts, my words
appear lame and beyond stupid, and I could just hear Judge Judy
saying this right to me, if she were in this room and watching me
type these words. She'd get that adorable cute expression on her
face, that if anyone in the courtroom with the exception of Officer
Byrd, got on their face; would result in an immediate ejection,
without involving anyone from Univision.
Still,
let me get right to it, and laugh all you want to. I have, and still
could produce, under a court order, if I was dumb enough to ever try
and really dare do this; several persons who would have to under oath
unless they chose to commit legal perjury, one being Lenny McKinnon
if he isn't holding up the Dice and dice 7-11 Store somewhere, and I
don't mean robbing it, if you get my dam drift here my peeps; but he
would tell you that Mister R. Marcucci and all his pals from England
with long hair who got quite famous in music circles after Mister
'No-neck' discovered them on his TV-show; Mister Exploratronic
Supermind, or his initials match; but anyway, symbolic infestations
all over cosmos notwithstanding here folks; he would tell how RM and
the creeping crawling musicians of the past; all knew I
was more than just old enough ''chronologically'' to be a father, in
October of 1969. Still, what parent who is reading these words
right now, would not be extremely pissed off if their fourteen and
three quarter year old son was taken out into a hallway at school for
no real reason whatsoever, and told that exact quote in red font
above? But if I ever say the wrong thing on a census form, or even
open up my mouth in ways that is bearish for the economy; watch out
Mark Wayne Fucking Pitiful Mountainpen Mohr!!!!
Can
I prove some huge thing that went down with Rob Andrews after he sang
four of my songs, two of which are publicly copyrighted, back before
he became the great Congressman of Jersey? Not only can I, but so can
his pals Albert P. and Angel. And the person who knows the most I
didn't meet until 1997, good old wonderful 1997. don't mother fuckiGN
even think about getting me started, let alone pulling on any real or
fake hair, for that matter, kind world. Just fuckiGN don't, please! I
am speaking of Sally Starr's friend's neighbor up in Sicklerville,
New jersey, huh Mizz Camel Diners of CHERRY HILL! You know what
mother fuckiGN ercs the living fucking turd chewing shit out of me,
more than anything mother fucking else, even including all of this
three decade death persecution; kind lads and lassies out
here???????????????? I'll be more than happy to tell you. I am
sitting on a lot more than just more juicy information that would
keep the tabloids and the papa-rots busy for decades, BUTTTTTTTTT, I
totally am 80-90% of the reason that it is all there and real and
true. This to put it as condensed and simplified as humanly possible,
is that there is a teenaged girl from a much higher reality than a
trillion Einstein's and a trillion NSA's and NASA's, and all of it,
who just loves to play this endless fucking cunt game with me, AND
ON TOP OF THAT, top corporations and all of Mister D. Trump's great
pals, all know this is totally true and they know that the
Mountainpen is not one bit crazy. But if you're waiting for
any of them to ever come out and say BOO, let along Hotel Mascara
2010 or anything else, well then folks, you're way more deluded than
you can ever hope to believe that I am YO!!!! Probably the two people
on Planet Earth, as this once was three until Mister Steve kicked th
edam bucket, Ether Madworld; but now, Mister Harris and Mister
McKinnon are the only ones left who could come forward, and maybe
they are both gone and have bitten the Queen's dust by now, or they
might be off repairing a television set or two just north of Central
Philly. And then came all great lab technicians. WOW Mister Macy, can
it be true, whether it be sung by Mister fucking Pavarotti or by my
late Aunt Barbara??????????????
We
did not stay on this forbidden topic, and I assure you that I did not
get too specific or name any names at all. Still, someone heard our
private conversation, because in all of the times that I have gone up
to this place since February; I NEVER EXPERIENCED THAT KIND OF A
MAJOR ASSAULT ON THE RIDE HOME, not to mention a major lightning
storm that came out of nowhere, before I even pulled away in my car,
to drive back home to Fort Pierce, fifteen miles to the south.
Not
only did lightning follow me all the way home in a perfect mile to
mile pattern; but even stopped when I stopped at a location to
purchase something at a store. When I pulled into the place, some
fucking asshole in a red sports car made a major stupid illegal turn
and continued trying to hit my car, Sheriff Mascara sir, and I had to
pull completely out of the area and then drive back to park, and
fortunately, that mother fuckign asshole totally vanished, Sheriff
Mascara sir. But ten minutes later as I walked out of th estore to
the car and got into my car, that evil ugly fucking fighter plane
flew over me right out of the thunderhead cloud, heading due south,
and loud plabnes continued to dog me even after I got into my Public
Housing fucking Building. So I immediately came in and di dthe
previous blog to counterstrike these MILITUFORCE enemies.
HURT
POOR MARK MOHR, AND WATCH THIS ENDLESS FUCKING SHIT GO ON, WORLD
COURT AT THE HAGUE. HOW CAN YOU LET THIS FUCKING SHIT GO ON, WITH OR
WITHOUT ANY EXPANDED MIND TEMPLES OR DRAGNETS OR STAR
TREKS??????????????
THE
AVALON BEACH CLUB OF FORT PIERCE.
A
lot of mother fucking people are dead meat, and that you may take
very literally, all of you enemies out there!!!!!!!!!
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I
know that you could care less about my hell and my persecution kind
Sheriff, just as Ron Wirtz Senior could not back up in New Jersey.
Still, I am under a death assault today. It began with my upstairs
fucking dirtbag nabes from hell, and then when that quieted down, and
I tried to enjoy some TV, they knocked my cable box completely out,
and the Comcast people cannot get out here to restore my service
until Saturday afternoon. The operator agent hung up on me after
scheduling the appointment when I was going to ask how I can get
three days of credit on my bill or about 10% as 30 days to a month
and three days without service, is about a ten percent fucking
interruption in my fucking cunt service. Click, that was that. In
Jersey, you never ever get treated like this because up there folks,
utilities are fucking cunt regulated, and down here in jerked off
scum hole shit land Florida, it is NOT REGULATED!!!!!!!!!! I will
most likely be charged the full 30 day billing cycle for only 90%
service, oh well, SAY LEVY ALL FRENCHMEN! For the uneducated who
cannot catch that joke, I am merely saying, oh fucking well, that is
life.
The
only mother fucking way these capitalist pigs can get a down market
to turn around, is to persecute me with some kind of property damage
and or utility attacks. How do I know this 100%. Well, the very same
fuckiGN way that you would, all of you, if this was happening to you
for thirty mother fuckiGN cunt lapping years. It happens every single
time without fail, for three decades, and this means there is no
possible way I am nuts or making this up or it is all just some
bizarre coincidence!!!!!! not thirty years of the exact same pattern
of shit, without fail, there is no dam way it can all be in my head
and not really happening.
TOLD
YOU---TOLD YOU---TOLD YOU
So
watch that stock market; because around just past one this afternoon,
there should be a major historic turn around, and things will go
right straight back up as though this never even happened, and at my
expense, just like every other time for three solid fuckiGN decades
now, people, and it is not fair, and it is not right. Do I know my
cousin did this? Sure I do, he is best pals with the dirt bag owners
of Comcast Cable, and he got them to run a destruct-signal into my
box to totally ruin my entire week now. I have plenty of movies but
this is not the time not to have television, with tropical storms
blowing up one after the other, SHERIFF, as if you could care less
about poor picked on helpless defenseless me!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC
SCAN
WHOEVER IS MAKING MY LIFE A TOTAL HELL FOR THIRTY YEARS NOW, AND
TOTALLY OBLITERATE AND WIPE OUT THESE FUCKIGN MONSTERS FROM HELL, AND
ALL WHOM THEY CHERISH, LOVE, AND HOLD NEAR AND DEAR TO THEIR DISEASED
SICKO FUCKING HEARTS. USE ALL TECHNOLOGIES, ALL ORDERS, AND THE
PUNISHMENT 'I' TO 'D'---A/B TONE PHAISNG SEQUENCING SYSTEM, USING THE
LONG EEEE VOWEL SOUNDS FOR THE NEW TRANSPOWER-BLOCK EMPOWERMENT
TONES.
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TO G-189, G-1133, UNDER CG-18, AND STOP.
A
LOT OF MOTHER FUCKING PEROPLE WILL FRY AND DIE FOR THIS DEATH ASSAULT
ON ME, EVIL FUCKING WORLD!!!!!!!!!!
IT
IS JUST PAST ELEVEN ON THIS FUCKING WEDNESDAY MOUUUUUURNING, SHERIFF
MASCARA SIR, 89 DEGREES, AND FEELING LIKE 99 DEGREES WITH THE USUAL
JIGH SOUTHERN FLORIDA HUMIDITY. MY UPSTAIRS FUCKING ASSHOLES ARE
DRIVING ME NUTS AS FUCKING SHIT WITH STUPID NOISES. THE GODS ONLY
KNOW WHAT THEY ARE FUCKING DOING, BUT THESE WHACK JOB TOTAL JERK OFFS
ARE REALLY ON MY NOIVES, KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!
Sheriff
sir, why can't mother fucking people ever leave me alone????????????
Will I have to suffer with this cunt lapping stock market problem
nightmare for all mother fucking eternity, because it sure appears
that way, great wonderful sir, YO???????????????
YOU
MISSED ME MISS DIRTBAGS-JANESLEAZE, as it is now a quarter mother
fuckiGN past eleven on Wednesday morning, the twenty-sixth day in
August, in 2015, here in wonderful awesome, laugh jeer laugh queer,
Fort Pierce, Florida, USA, ESMWG. These fucking upstairs scum bags
just won't fucking stop booming and banging. This is about to be
answered by me with a call to nine fucking cunt eating eleven,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Folks;
until I can get back home, where I belong; to fight these monsters on
their own fucking cunt turf, and get settled and stronger; I am not
going to continue to cast my great pearls before swine. All they do
is work against me, and all I am doing is handing these mother
fuckers the ammunition from which to accomplish their dastardly
fucking evil deeds. That
makes me more than just my own worst enemy, but
rather a total fucking asshole fool. The quintessential fool of the
pool, quite literally, huh old 1995 palamine?????????
Holy
fucking ass banana peels; Ethel Merman Madmadmadmadworld, what's next
for me?????
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Computer,
full power applied to my upstairs cunt chewing fucking nabes from
hell, if you pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeze, tanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
move over Dawny-Girl; and make room for another patient from the
great Milituforce-Caused Sike-Ward, or (MCSW) for a shorter
abbreviation, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Holy
mother fucking Callio Call-Ten-American Telephone & Telegraph
Corporation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Satan
attacked me big time, after I decided to basically
stop my blogs for a few months. I still am not going to tell what I
was about to until I get a real audience, but I am going to keep the
record updated and informed to shit that Satan pulls on fucking me.
Major
attack by the world, Journal Cassette tape Number 1786 and all great
© Examiners all over the place. Whatever these fucking miserable
pigs are doing, it is causing their mother fuckiGN rotten roaches to
scurry away from their rotten shithole apartment, and come running
right straight into mother fuckiGN mine, kind Sheriff Yes sir, you
were not there with me back in the eighties when this was all getting
a foothold and a strangle-hole, to be even more dam ass accurate,
kind sir and kind friend, Sheriff!!!!!!!!!!!! Then I told Jim Burr
the Allknower King, next to big lovely Patty of course
(Patty-Paula-Exploratron-Somnambulist) that is. I told Jim that his
observation of the KING of this world (Father of all lies, the great
accuser, the SHINNING ONE), no longer had time to fuck with me, and
was going to fix shit so that the task of ruining my entire life and
driving me into fucking covert suicide, as
has been done to thousands of others, only they were not
clever and smart enough to write it all down, or write music and keep
it for 75 years, for the record, at
the great Library of the Congress © Office. Now kind Sheriff
sir, this is not the end but merely th edam beginning of th ereal
story here. This job was transferred to distant relations in my
family who don't even realize there is a common bond through major
in-law relationships, between all of them. I'd be ignorant also of
all of this if not for meeting a fine couple from Utah late in th
e1990's, the great Hair family. Not Hair as in Hair,
Donna Gaines Summer. Still, the long hair, and yes, crazy ways
daughter, million (billion) dollar dreams cousin, (expanded and
magnified through global inflation), and still, we have a ton of
fucking shouted out messages that all go by without a lousy ass
person seeing any of it, and sheriff sir, I live in a blind world,
where the blind are endlessly fucking destined to lead the blind, and
then they will still go onto lead even more of these pathetic fucking
creatures, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So give me down to there,
long beautiful hair, huh Cousin????????? Hey, in 1970 Vicki Callio
was in love with me and my hair, so you ain't the only one with a big
pile of pretty hair, dude!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That
mother fucking twat licking bastard knows, that I am going to say
major shit, Attorney General Bondi, and Federal Bureau of
Investigation, and ACLU, and Sheriff Kenneth J.
Mascara!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This incident upstairs with these total
fucking dirt bag ninnies, is just the latest barked orders. If you
can make anyone do anything with billions, you can have the world as
your clit huffing oyster. Hey, I am not saying he won't make a superb
president, or make this country great again before it's forever too
late. I just know he'll kick my ass so hard, I won't even see it
fucking coming, but them, hey let the fuckiGN dude put me out of my
dam misery once and for all. When Satan won the battle of Gloucester
in 1986 and into 1987, I realized how weak and flabby this so called
Almighty Godd/ESS or RAW really is. I passed out tracts in that city
like it was going out of style, and all I asked Jehovah was to end
this nightmare I suddenly was poofed into like Potter-Magic. All I
got for all my trouble, was a ton of dogshit in my face.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
There
will be some punishment for this morning attack.
There
will be some punishment for this morning attack.
There
will be some punishment for this morning attack.
There
will be some punishment for this morning attack.
There
will be some punishment for this morning attack.
Now
for the nightmare or whatever it truly was. I was with Goddess Diana
at Ricktown Manor where we live together on the Astral Plane
(Purgatory), and we were near the great Flower-Wing at one end of the
house that is totally opposite where my mom has a large fancy
restaurant. What we were going to do is not anyone's concern on this
plane of life where these words for the most part, will be read and
examined, now or in places ahead, on the fourth dimension. Just as we
got to the door that leads to the Flower-Wing from the wing next to
it, Diana's brother, Apollo-Lucifer opened it from the other side and
grabbed me, and called me a Woccachimalkine; meaning in Purgatory, on
Province Olympia, a filthy swine, as well as an untrustworthy pile of
garbage. Then he puffed at me real loud as though he was trying out
for a part in the three little pig story with the huffing puffing big
bad dirtbag wolf. As soon as he did this; I found myself frozen in my
bed and back here on the waking world realm that psychics refer to as
the Physical-Plane of existence, and really is merely the HYPERSPACE!
I couldn't move and I was awake, or totally believed I was.
Apollo-Lucifer, who folks here in waking world reality call SATAN;
began grabbing my fingers, and
literally breaking them off of my hands one by one, causing me beyond
describable excruciating agony, cubed, Cuban, and cubed in Cuba
squared! As I said, after this hellishness was over, I
was permitted to awaken out of this shit that he had put me into.
Then as told, five minutes later give or take a minute or so, came
the fucking nasty ass fire alarm. I knew SATAN'S ATTACK was no
bullshit at that fucking point, not that I needed a second part of
this play from fucking cunt hell to convince me, of course!!!!
Now
I am going to tell you what happened when I left the Publix that
horrible fuckiGN day when that horrible lady assaulted me verbally
for doing nothing other than apologizing for nearly running into her
which would have been a total accident even if it had happened, and
it didn't! A man took my cart to my car as they do sometimes when it
is very mobbed in there and they run low on available carts from the
place inside the store where these are kept. As I was putting the
grocery bags into my car, he told me he would be in touch with me,
and that he was Steve from Philly, Patty's old friend and mom's old
coworker. I let him write down my phone number and told him it was
listed in case he lost it. I won't do a cousin Donald here, and print
it on this blog. He had one of those miniature golf course short
pencils in his pocket, and he took out a candy rapper also in his
pocket, and wrote down my full ten digit number, saying he was
leaving to go back to Pennsylvania at the end of the month, and would
call me when he got settled in, and that he knew of my blogs, and
that we needed to talk about the great somnambulist Patty-Paula,
before I go and get myself killed with this blog. Sure enough since
that day, things got worse and worse, if that is even mother fuckiGN
at all conceivable, YO. Also, he never called me, and I doubt that he
will, but he did have a friend of his tell me some things and I have
to leave shit right there. He said to always watch out for McGuire
until the day that either he or I bite the dust, whichever comes
first. As for what his friend managed to tell me about two months
later; all I am safe to say is that Steve began wondering some shit
back around 1995, and that a friend of his also went to my high
school back in 1967 before leaving for California, and that they both
knew a classmate of mine, and is why she went to Haddonwood in 1995
to see how much she could learn from me without my getting suspicious
that she was just there for that purpose. How does the mother fuckiGN
news media say this, “The plot just keeps on thickening and
thickening”???????????????? As for Atlantic City, hey Sally if you
are out there and I doubt it, or if PP is and still is in touch; tell
her that she can to this day, since the law allows for ongoing
conspiracies to knock statutory limits off the books; sue all these
horrible pricks in Atlantic City for defamation of character, from
that 1998 rumor they and their powerful Trenton-DJ peeps and club
peeps, all started about her lesbian shit. She really should contact
me, as together, we could end up really suing these fuckiGN monsters
from hell, Paul sir. I'll let you have 50% of my share as a finders
fucking fee if you wish to discuss this offer with Sally, YO! After
my rotten daughter has pulled off all of this horror and showed me
her totally despicable side; well, it is only fitting PP, and I am
just making you the offer since you like $ a little more than I do. I
no longer care about anything
beyond getting fuckiGN justice, for all that has been done by
these demons from the hot-lands!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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