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Around
three in the afternoon it was just over ninety degrees in town, and
feeling 100, according to my TWB-APP. It is a littler bit cooler now,
PTL, at 11:36 on this dam Wednesday night. It is 76 but with a 97%
humidity, it feels like 81.
Sheriff
Mascara; the reason that the DOW JONES
is FLYING,
is because of some air persecution, and
more property attacks. I had to buy some
fix-flat stuff at the local automotive store, as some jerk off let
air out of my tire again. I hope you can catch one of these dirt bags
some day, as you are clueless sir, how badly I want to prosecute and
press charges. Lie my poor fucked up innocent life doesn't suck
enough, YO sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Hello,
my beautiful Lightning! I need you forever!
Stop
messing with me, Sarah. I am so totally onto you!
My
precious sweet Diana; let me take you to all of your bazillions of
favorite water falls and parks, all over the great gigantic Province
Olympia; my baby blond teen!
OH
GEEEEE-WILIGARS;
the mighty Doctor
Harold Camping said it all;
OH
MY. You and I don't fool the Almighty Lordess Jehovah Stacey Krassle
with our cute clever non swearing lingo. Darn means dam, heck means
hell, gash and golly are GOD, Jeese and gee and gee wiz and gee
willagars is all JESUS, Shoot and shucks is shit, fudge and freak and
fook, and a dozen others, are all FUCK, and so forth. What; you
seriously think that you are outsmarting Almighty GODDESS Jehovah?
Let me go YUK-YUK-YUK, and a dozen or so “Oh MY'S”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2006-2015,
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
(BOM) BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
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MARK WAYNE MOHR
The
hell that I've been in, ever since 08/15/1986, is unthinkable and
unspeakable, but even worse than all of that, is that no one alive on
this planet will listen to me or help me. This is no exaggeration
when I say that I could watch the entire world explode and die out of
existence, and I personally couldn't care less; Mister Oranthal
Medical Center J. Simpson, from 1970!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There's
a new kid in town, I don't want to hear it, there's a new kid in
town, I don't want to hear it. Not in 1978, not in 2015, not on WAYV,
not on WFMU, and not in the great King Residence either, YO peeps!
I'll
only be impressed when the market gains three digit points every day,
without me having to be fucking persecuted and wiped out, in order
for these pig capitalists to get their greedy way. My Spell-Checker
has been disabled again, kind Sheriff sir. I rebooted, and now it is
working; kind sir.
One
blue eye. Does this make the dogs name Semifrankie? If the residents
of Hoboken, New Jersey, have even half of the sense of humor, that my
great kid has; W—O—W!
O—H
*** S—H—I—T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JUST
WHAT WILL I DO WITH THIS MULTIVERSE? I MAY HAVE TO TOTALLY OBLITERATE
EVERYTHING.
The
world is an amazing place.
Just when you think you have a lot of things all neatly figured out,
just as with the scientists; kaplooey!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
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SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT,
Flatliner Joe, and Joe king!!!
This
is only one example. Still both my mom and dad made fun of me all my
life, and never believed me ever just how strong many girls really
are. This world is so sick and fucked up and anti-reality. Why can't
peeps accept fucking ass reality? If you are 90, you're 90, not 45.
If you're rich, you're rich, and if you're fucking ass dirt poor like
me, then so you are. Mikey insists on being endlessly 29, he is well
into his sixties and looks 75 or more, and lies on his job apps in a
world where anyone from Alex Jones to retard me knows you can't get
away with shit. THEY KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU, THEY WATCH YOU DAY AND
NIGHT, only I was saying all of this when my blogs started over 8
years ago, not when this shit with SNOWED-IN Geraldine Shahpals, and
other insects and aunts, all got famous. But nobody listens to
nobody's and fucking crackpots. Ever wonder just FUCKING WHO PUTS
PEEPS LIKE ME ON
CRACKPOT LISTS?
I know for a fact that WFMU-Jason made a ton of money wiping any
chance I ever could have had with my blogs totally out, as some
e-mail he meant to send to a buddy of his, ended up on my blog, and
it was about my blog, and it said, and I quote, “This is the blog I
made a lot of money out in CALI with”. Then we wonder why things
like this come out one way on BLOGGER and another way on WORDPRESS,
and so much fucking more: Real ''funny funny funny'', Sheila Schorr.
My
brain is broken, Roger Thomas,
so What's Happenen'????
Sarah
didn't want to sweep the sand, instead she wants to own the land.
Well I tried to drown her in the sea and burn the water-tops with
glee, but back she came, against the flame; to carry out her threats
on me. She can do some crazy things, impersonating queens and kings.
But now she lies forever strapped, inside a field that keeps her
trapped. Ralph and Sandy cry the blues, because their queen of hell
must lose. The valve of space and time is gonna' blow her fuse.
©
1983, Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr
OH
FUCKING DAM SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!!
FLORIDA
ATTORNEY GENERAL, PAM BONDI
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
I
had another pal from school, not just Jerry Heitzmann and Bob
McDowell, but Bruce Pennock. Very soon, a lot of wild stuff will be
told about this, but first, something that sort of fits and sort of
doesn't yet makes a powerful point, is going to be talked about just
a little bit, good peeps. This is a surreal and way beyond
unbelievable tale unless you knew the entire story that spans no
human lifetime, but rather, somewhere to round shit off folks, at
about ten freaking thousand years. This is only part of the story and
the equation, but this time period is important for you to keep in
mind. Just as SSJK has powerful numbers that mean a lot to her in her
world, I too have the same, only they are different numbers, but
still they mean quite a bit to me, in my world.
DEAR
DIARY JOURNAL:
I
AM VERY TIRED OF TELLING THE TRUTH AND BEING CALLED A FUCKING ROTTEN
LIAR BY THE CRAWFORD CLUB OF BIRCH BEER,
AND
THE COLD SNOWY BLACK HEARTED HYPOCRITES LIKE JAMES T. BURRRRRR.
NO FREEDOM FIGHTER ON THIS PLANET CAN CALL MISTER NO-SHOVEL A
TRAITOR, NOT WITH A STRAIGHT FACE. The United
States freaking constitution
actually instructed this man, who now, in or out of love; resides
in great Mother Russia;
to do what he did. It
also instructs the rest of us
pathetic wimpy wussy cowards to do similar things, only none of us
have the cunt lapping balls!!!! John Henningsen knows perfectly how
the next sentence could read, in or out of the great COLOR-RED state,
huh too late, Mister Likesemyoung Denver
Godtalker????????????????????????????
A
week ago or less, a story was all over the local media in my area,
and as if they knew I would eventually jump on this to vindicate my
own reputation in similar matters, they very quickly ended the story,
unlike so many others such as when Mister Beiber came to the area and
raised a ruckus and went to jail for a while, like Boo. What happened
quite simply put, was a young college man wanted to buy sex from some
homeless teen girl, who killed him with her bare hands when he did
not pay her. The details to the story are totally irrelevant to my
point for today. He was small and she was a big strong girl, who
punched him in his throat, and then when he fell helplessly to the
ground. She put her knee on his throat while he chocked to death. He
begged Campus Security for help, and they were too scared to do much
except run and get help; pretty much what I would have to do, so who
am I to speak here? Anyway, when the authorities got back, the poor
little dude was dead and gone, at the hands of this wild teen girl.
No weapon was used in this killing, other than her powerful body.
Whenever I tell things to people that resembles a story like this, be
it my rape in the summer of 1969, or just how I love to say back to a
TV set when the Lipator Medication commercial comes on, in a joking
way, as it rhymes; “jip-a-whore”. Then I say after saying this,
“There's no whore you want to jip if you know what is good for
you”. In truth, I have arm wrestled a lot of the women in my life,
to quote Bob Cheatley Patterson, and won only a couple times out of
many tries. I have very weak arms, and street girls are very strong,
Ann King used to call it, “JAIL STRENGTH”. She may have something
there, to quote 3-Stooge, Mister Moe Howard! Still, I am tired of
being laughed at, and then a story breaks that vindicates all the
shit I fucking talk about and get laughed at for saying, and instead
of anyone ever coming back to me and saying, wo, hay Mark,
bla-bla-bla, no, fuck me, I don't matter worth a shit to this mother
fucking ass world, do I Mister SNOWED-IN and Mister ALEX JONES?
There
is no escaping my fate. I was murdered or died in my sleep of a
mastoid ear infection that night in middle August in 1986. I wonder
what powerful fucking triple witch put that shit into my ear, Donna
Adrian Gaines, not pulling any punches or power here, but just
sayin'? Oh those candles, PATTY-PAULA, or PEE SENIOR, crissake!
UH-DUH-DUH-DUH-AHA,
I AM ONTO SOME WILD NEW FUCKING SHIT; MY GREAT FOLKS.
ZERANNISS
ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal Kanwal, thanks
to his lovely beyond white hot teen-queen goddess SJK, (Sarah
Krassle).
''WOLF-WOLF-WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF'',
RICK EID!!!!
You
can take Purgatory and hyperspace and say oh gee wow, there is no
time that runs concurrently and parallel with these two realities.
But right here in hyperspace, a game goes on where this same
miraculous fuckiGN thing is happening. I am starting to doubt that
even the great minds that I used to really fucking look up to, know
anything, or merely just are coasting along and part of it, without
realizing pig fucking cunt squat? Who can know?
Well
United States Copyright Office, the great SCYLLA GODDESS, I
AM N---O---T!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
INDEED COME FROM A PLACE OF PERSONAL EXPERIENCE, with all of this, so
my story should be given a higher level of study. However, just as
all other things are always doomed to fail that I ever can possibly
try and undertake, this blog also is a complete failure, as there
only are a couple of dozen peeps reading it and they for the very
most part without any exception, is part of the TAWF-CULT. To my
mind, this cult makes all the others listed, and any of so many other
possible ones to be named; compare to a few kids on the beach having
the time of their life in the surf and sand and so forth. 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.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK
JOHN KING AND EVERYONE ELSE, WITH SOME AID OF SOME DISTANT TIME AND
AREA CANDLES OF COURSE FOR JK, BIG LOVELY PAULA; AND YES I GOT YOUR
MESSAGE, PAULAking2011, MICROSOFT MEMORIES; BOY OH BOY, ARE YOU
GONNA' THROW ME OUT OF MY HIGH RISE TOO, BABS??????????????
I
already told you what my horrible monster jerk off doctor said, but
left out a lot of other nice things, such as, “Mark,
your brain is broken”.
Nice thing for a doctor to say. Real
floor pounding professional, 2.
You know peeps, I'll bet deep down inside my cunt sniffing soul, that
Professor Kaku from New York University (NYU), is not the only one
now who is beginning to see the real dangerous and fucking terrifying
shit that MORIANITY has labeled, HSE or HYPER-SPACE-EFFECTS, HUH
MISTER CODES DISNEY AMBULANCE DRIVER FROM WW-2????????????????
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ CUNT LAPPING LOUISE, FONTY AND QUEEN OF NEW JERSEY,
OPTIMIST TWINBAY; YO YO YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW
DANIEL MACKEY AND R.H. MACY, YO!
THE
STORIES THAT I COULD TELL, BUT WHY
IN
THE NAME OF GODDESS, SHOULD I BOTHER?
Thanks
for stopping by, Avalon Recording Studio is now closed for business.
If you are looking for a professional recording studio we recommend
Power Station Studios in Pompano Beach, Florida.
www.powerstationstudios.com
Hay,
I'm just sayin', crissake Darius old pal, IT
IS NO LONGER 0808
in OHM-14, OR IN ANY OTHER YEAR, BUTT;
it looks like this is going to be one hell
of a scarey week for me;
and without
any sharks or Amittyville horrors, or burnt Carolina toast
from my real ''first trip to Florida at age two or
so. As I type this, I am being super mother
fucking HACKED OUT, BOB FCC MCDOWELL, CAN'T YOU DO SOMETHING TO
FUCKING GET THEM TO STOP THIS MOTHER
FUCKING
SHIT SIR?
I
AM NOT CHANGING FONT FUCKING COLOR, BOB MCDOWELL, THEY ARE DOING
THIS. WHERE FUCKING ARE YOU WHEN MY CIVIL RIGHTS ARE BEING FUCKING
PUMMELED TO DEATH, PAM BONDI, AG OF FLORIDA? REAL FUCKING FUNNY!!!
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So
where were you when I needed you TWINBAY,
with that positive outlook on life that you always have? Would you be
telling me ''it's gonna' be all right, when I quit acting like I'm so
up tight, and don't I know I'm adda sight, in THE MORNING LIGHT''? No
lighthouses or lakehouses please, Microsucks Corporation. I have
enough to deal with right now, lovely people!
Well,
60,600
page-views;
that's quite a bit better than better than 00000. And up here sixteen
months later, on October first in 2015; we are approaching the great
six figures. WEEEEEEE!!!!!!
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