CHAPTER
59
HELL
IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE
GGGGGGEEEEE
WILIGARS, this world is very difficult to understand. Most if not all
of you out here have that item in your lives as well, and even I'm
not so stupid and ignorant, as to not be fully aware of that reality,
son, Dennis Snyder of Elm, New Jersey of 2007.
Hey
gorgeous Dawn-Marie, I wish you were standing in front of my face an
inch away. I always dreamed of having a military DI (Drill
Instructor) that looked like you.
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Mohr,
Mark Wayne, 1954-
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Pau—stolen
form
|
2013
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Well,
I'll be crossing over soon, lovely Party-5-Sarah girl. Let me tell
you, Mister 'Derrijo Exxon', what 'haaaaaaaapened' to me, both this
morning and very early before it was much past day break and I was
still, as you all would put it; ''asleep''. First, I got up and
called my great super HMO. It was not them that screwed up, but my
PCP guy. He did not put through an authorization that he should have,
and so I got some wild crazy notices that I will not be responsible
for,and it is being taken care of. But before I got up from bed and
sleep (hyperspace-interacting), things were wild and major,and I want
to quickly tell this blog and my Blogaud about it.
I
plan on making an appointment with a local congressman-person, to
show them my copyright problem of not being able to pull up my music
project number 29 on my computer, and I also plan on showing them
lots of major evidence, Governor Rick Scott, kind sir. Wouldn't it be
nice sir, if lovely Jehovah would stop hating me so much, oh great
governor, and bless me one hundredth of one percent the way that she
blesses my fifth cousin Mister DJT??????????????????
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, brain breaking, and bone chilling; and you get
the general idea!!!! Oh boy, FCC, here comes my fucking diseased
sicko civil rights violating computer black hat hackers. They just
hit me with that annoying mother fucking WORD-DISAPPEARING-HACK, YO,
AT FIVE SHY OF NINE ON THIS MONDAY MORNING, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
©
2006-2015
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
So
all of a sudden, I am swimming in the Haddonwood pool in a parallel
universe with both Poolroy-95 and Joan-Lapplane-95, and along comes
the great Paula King, who in waking life or this dimension, never at
least to my knowledge, appeared at Haddonwood Swim and Health club
between June
1994 and August 1996,
while I was there and living in Monroe Township at the Highview
Apartments,
Williamstown, Gloucester County, in New Jersey, USA,
ES-MWG!!!!!!!!!!!
But
in this wild dreaming interaction in the hyperspace, Paula was in the
pool; and more beautiful than she was if that is even fucking ass
conceivable, on that 12 July day in 1997, outside the parking lot
next to McGuire's Erin Bar and Pittsburgh Hotel, discussing something
with her employee guard at her dad's casino parking lot. By the way,
all morning long, and all weekend in the morning, these mother
fuckiGN new dirt bags above me keep banging away, and I have yet to
speak to my Resident Manager about this to complain. This is totally
mother fucking ass ridiculous, Mister Maryland Camp Newscaster Cousin
Kaiter, YO YO YO!!!!!!!! So moving back to the wild dream, as you all
would call this, s out of politeness, I will as well; she was
swimming all around Joan and I, and had been laughing and talking to
Poolroy, and then as he kept clinging to the side wall of the deep
end of the pool, as he did right here in waking world reality back in
1995 so often; but Paula then, and no, Microsoft, not Paula Youtube
number, or Paula copyright number, just Paula king if that is not
more than enough, YO; but she started swimming all around Joan and
me, and she was better than any Olympic swimmer, speeding back and
forth across this semi-Olympic sized pool in three seconds each way,
and then she began to talk to the girls on the swimming team that
were over there just as they were right here, back in 1995, over at
Haddonwood, across from the Konrad Beer Distributor place, on Route
47, in Deptford, New Jersey, huh my old Mac Andrews & Forbes
boiler man buddy, Mister Honorable McLaughlin????? Long stormy short
(LSS), to the best of my ability, I started diving down to the bottom
to get away from her, after she suddenly started charging right at
Joan and me, and especially me, while she was doing that amazing high
speed back and forth swimming. But instantly, she too, began diving,
and she could swim just as fast under the water as she could on top
of it. She finally grabbed me and kissed me in front of everybody,
and the entire pool was making those sit-com cheers and jeers as we
all hear on those laugh-tracks on TV when kissing is done, as if
everybody is nine fucking years old or something. I thought I was
back at Office Max-Office Depot, huh Nick Cannon?????? You fake thug
you, come over and meet some of your wife's real friends up here in
the hood, like big Warren, and big Darius, YO!!!!!!!!!!
I
could say a ton more about these wild interactions, especially the
one last night, where I avoided a horrible road accident in a very
snowy-icy road, where I was up there and had left Haddonwood, and
someone tried to off me by making a horrendous bad turn in front of
me, after Paula had given me that wild incredible passionate super
fucking kiss. YOWSER YO!!!! YOWSER YO!!!! YOWSER YO!!!! YOWSER YO!!!!
YOWSER YO!!!! YOWSER YO!!!!
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW
AUGUST
31, 2015,
MONDAY
MORNING, AT 9:27,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 83 DEGREES FNHT.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 82%, FEELING LIKE 92.
Fucking
ugly JANE WHORE NOTFONDAU just fucking got me, page eleven of mother
fucking eleven, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Now
that was my mother fuckiGN compensation for seeing your ugly pus in
digital; Jane Shit!!!!!
Not
all things can be explained. Just ask the great once upon a time
skeptic, Mister Edward Himacane Lynch.
Not
all things can be explained. Just ask the great once upon a time
skeptic, Mister Edward Himacane Lynch.
THE
END; ALL GREAT AND CUTE SAVANTS!!!!!!!!!!
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