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Sheriff
Mascara sire, please help me unless you want my blood on my god dam
hands. It began last night with nabe noise and another attack from
dirt bag enemy James who I know my dirt bag trashy family has used
against me and is paying off ever since they got the other nabes who
I used to call Mister Stereo, when I first moved into this apartment
in May of 2011, to move out. Then the aerial assault was also there
in fucking tandem with this party. Not that many hours following,
here I fucking go again just like last time at half past six or so.
First a horrible charlie horse in my right leg sent me rolling on the
floor in total monster fuckiGN agony sir. Then five minutes after
this calmed down but with my leg still hurting me, the jerk off dirt
ball with the car stereo, assaulted me outside my window for a long
time. It wasn't even light out yet, and this monster noise is shaking
my entire place like an earthquake struck. Now as I type this, my
dirt bag nabes either above me or across from me are chiming in with
their annoying fucking sounds. This is a major conspiracy to drive me
mad and kill myself, or one of them.
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The
enemies managed on top of all of this, to totally fuck up my view of
the super moon last night. They don't miss a trick. Sheriff sir,
watch their diseased dirt ball stock market take off like a rocket,
and don't say you all did not hear this first on Morianity, on this
28th
day of September, of 2015, YO! Don't even think about it. I am tired
of never being given credit for shit. I don't even want to mother
fuckiGN hear it, folks!
It
looks like sixteen years later; Keisha isn't the only one to get me
real gouuuuuuuud, Helen Zebriski. To quote Shannon Kickacar from the
hyperspace-Walmart store in Hammonton, New Jersey; “McGuire and
Krassle's brother aren't the only two who broke your fucking
automobile”. Spoken like a true hero, huh Shannon, back on 18
December of 2006? Actually this was the day the event may have gone
down as far as the last day I drove Mister Pancrasnio's car, and the
actual north shore event with Mister Genlow was months earlier if
not a year or so, as who needs to remember vivid fuckiGN details of
so many nightmares?
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Computer,
destroy all enemies. You are set to max power. Use all techs, and all
orders. Hear the empowerment crush-destruct tones now with the new
system. STOP.
HIFISAF,
CHAPTER 118
When
I am found dead and murdered in this apartment, I was persecuted to
death and murdered, and this is an official dying utterance and dying
declaration, all law enforcement agencies that should have intervened
and stopped my murder, and did not, President Barack Obama, kind
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2006-2015,
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
(BOM) BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR
A
paste in from JOURNAL
TAPE CASSETTE NUMBER EQUIVALENT
25,793,
shows that nothing ever mother fuckiGN changes or stops for me in
this nightmare curse from Christless
mother fuckiGN
HELL!!!!
Now
when I got up to begin Thursday, it was about a quarter past ten.
Within an hour or so, about a half dozen annoying things all had
happened, bing, bang, boom, zoom. I thought, uh-oh, here we go right
off the bat, this is going to be a tensed stomach muscles day,
waiting for continuous powerful gut blows from the WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE.
No
folks, IT
IS NOT
APRIL
25, 2014,
WEDNESDAY
MORNING AT 1:25,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 74 DEGREES FNHT.
It
is however,
SEPTEMBER
28, 2015,
MONDAY
MORNING AT 7:58,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE,74 DEGREES FNHT.
THERE
IS NO MEASURABLE WIND PRESENTLY.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 97%, FEELING LIKE 78.
Every
place I ever go to live, it is always the same LIGHT-BULB MICROSUCKS
HACKER thing, good folks. It never ever stops for one very good
reason That believe it or not I figured out in late 1985 somewhere
after my first move into the Highview Cheers Apartments of
WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN, New Jersey. This also led to me figuring out
parallel event as it applies to roulette gaming!!!!!!!! If you are
looking for fancy bullshit today, forget it, I am here to tell you
some truths!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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