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You
just go right on laughing at me.
I know a magic person from Long
Beach Island,
who knows the biggest secret of all, Patty Hollister; and
told me.
You
know, that SHE'LL get me for this. Well,
she got me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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HA-HA-HA-HA,
MIKE MCNULTY, YO!
HA-HA-HA-HA,
MIKE MCNULTY, YO!
HA-HA-HA-HA,
MIKE MCNULTY, YO!
HA-HA-HA-HA,
MIKE MCNULTY, YO!
HA-HA-HA-HA,
MIKE MCNULTY, YO!
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Gordon Gates and his cousin Willie, the Systems-Analyst MacAfee, or
however he spelled his name, all magical islands, all great shows and
entertainment, and all great islands everywhere; one truth prevails
over everything. That would be the Exploratronic
Supermind,
AKA the PEEFOREY.
The Peeforey is the P4E or the realm of the PHASE-4-ENTITY of the
PLANK (Astral-Plane). Only through this incredible fucking shit,
great folks; can all these wild things in my life, and your lives
many times whether you dam ass know it or not; be happening.
Especially right before your eyes over and over, while all of you
seemingly are 99-99.99999% blinded to this truth that surrounds you
like death if you suddenly should find yourself helpless and alone,
in a zoo cage filled with hungry lions, tigers, bears, and Dorothy
twisters from the OZ-CURTAINS!!!!!!!!!!
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YOU JANE WITH YOUR PAGE ELEVEN OF ELEVEN.
About Me:
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- Location: Hammonton, New Jersey, United States
Not
boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly
say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived
here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with
awareness.
Threats
were made to my mom and me, on the 2nd day of August, in 1996; just a
few months after my writing the
song SARAH,
about
my lovely queen.
They
did not like any part of my trying to get the song recorded,
let alone more than that, getting a once huge star to sing it, Mister
Billy Harner. The locals in my area knew him as the [human
percolator]. He was one helluva super cool dude. They certainly did
not ever want the song 2 get any airplay, but it did, on WVLT radio
in Vineland, New Jersey, as one dude, [George and George] as he
called himself, would call every week and request the song to B
played, and so it was. It even made it for one week to the number one
spot on country music charts, in the independent music system, which
if you ever saw a published [pie-chart], from those who should know,
the great BMI, as only ASCAP and BMI are the 2 biggest royalty
collecting agents in the entire global music industry, and by their
pie chart, independent music makes up more than half of the major
recording labels all put together, so don't sneeze at my minimal
success. I paid federal taxes on musical royalties, and collected
small royalties from 1998 when WVLT started airing SARAH, up until it
slowed to a trickle of pocket change about 1 and 1/2 years ago, a
helluva nice little run!!! I wrote Sarah, the song, on the 12th day
of May of 1996, and my search and quest to locate my lovely teen
queen super girl, was less than a year old. There is so much 2 tell
all of U regarding this, and I'll get 2 it all, but first, gotta
admit that it is a bit weird that August 1, of 2006, ten years later
to the day except for 24 hours, and I am physically threatened again.
If this dude keeps messing with me, it'll B his
funeral!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Chapter 49 Just Call Me Poor-Whittle Ugly Old Joe Shmo, Who's Out of 'his' SPACE-TIME-MIND!
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Chapter 49 Just Call Me Poor-Whittle Ugly Old Joe Shmo, Who's Out of 'his' SPACE-TIME-MIND!
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Chapter 49 Just Call Me Poor-Whittle Ugly Old Joe Shmo, Who's Out of 'his' SPACE-TIME-MIND!
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Chapter 49 Just Call Me Poor-Whittle Ugly Old Joe Shmo, Who's Out of 'his' SPACE-TIME-MIND!
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Chapter 49 Just Call Me Poor-Whittle Ugly Old Joe Shmo, Who's Out of 'his' SPACE-TIME-MIND!
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Thursday, August 03, 2006
Chapter 49 Just Call Me Poor-Whittle Ugly Old Joe Shmo, Who's Out of 'his' SPACE-TIME-MIND!
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Chapter 49 Just Call Me Poor-Whittle Ugly Old Joe Shmo, Who's Out of 'his' SPACE-TIME-MIND!
FUCKING
TOTAL WHORE JANE THISTLEWEEDS DOGVOMITBREATH JUST GOT ME FUCKING CUNT
AGAIN, LADIES AND GENTS, PAGE ELEVEN OF MOTHER FUCKING ELEVEN, YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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TIME; JANE SHIT!
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Is
Your Doctor a Memorial Doctor?
Is
Your Doctor a Memorial Doctor?
Is
Your Doctor a Memorial Doctor?
Is
Your Doctor a Memorial Doctor?
Is
Your Doctor a Memorial Doctor?
Is
Your Doctor a Memorial Doctor?
Is
Your Doctor a Memorial Doctor?
Is your
lab-technician an ESS traveler, or just the Almighty Goddess of this
multiverse? My cousin thinks one of us is, Ron Wirtz, and Kenny
Mascara!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I
hate your fucking guts for what you did to me; Mister
BonJovi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Basically, this began the other side of
the curtains for me, and you can tell Emy-Louise Cicone that I said
so, now or fucking 32 years and six months ago,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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HEY
TAWF----------
HAVE
YOU NO SHAME, MISTER DELL MCCOY?
HEY
TAWF----------
HAVE
YOU NO SHAME, MISTER DELL MCCOY?
HEY
TAWF----------
HAVE
YOU NO SHAME, MISTER DELL MCCOY?
IN
ALL BLOG-BOOKS, THIS APPLIES:
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE.
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE.
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE.
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE.
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE.
My
mother fucking dirt bag enemies disabled my SPELL-CHECKER again,
so let me boot off and back on again. You have no lives at all.
What will you do when I am gone, fucking assholes?
The
Bum
Classification,
CHAPTER
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Go
fuck yourself. It is fixed again now, TEE HEE HEE.
What
would these dirty rotten mother fuckers do if I was not on this
Earth? You all know well that they would lose their mother fuckiGN
mind, and then they'd come after a lot of you; and THAT
sir Rockdroid Rottenberry Blucran, is a HELL YOU CAN'T FACE. But
don;t take my fucking word for it. Ask Doctor Howard Camping of
Family Stations Incorporated, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
one truth prevails over everything, and that would be the
Exploratronic
Supermind,
AKA the PEEFOREY.
They
are the reason for why my days are one long 30 year botbar fucking
deal ever since 08/15/1986, as well as why just fucking now, I got a
computer hack, that I call and label, a
Word-Disappearing-Hack!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
more you are aware of this powerful shit, then the more your life
will be adversely effected, by these HALLS FAWCES; for a real honest
to the gods lack of any better way for me to describe what this all
is, to you right now. Also, it is beyond fucking stupid on my part to
even care; until I can get a real audience, besides just family, and
enemy agents around the globe. A child can see I top the moron club
charts, with a dunce hat, and a bullet!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
Bum
Classification,
CHAPTER
00006
ROACHES.
ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES.
ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES.
ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES.
ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES.
ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES.
ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES.
ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES. ROACHES.
This
mother fuckiGN illegal son of a bitch, brings roaches into my
apartment, AND
IT IS NOT FUCKING CUNT FAIR;
Mizz Debra Marotto, Resident goddess darn manager, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!
This
mother fuckiGN illegal son of a bitch, brings roaches into my
apartment, AND
IT IS NOT FUCKING CUNT FAIR;
Mizz Debra Marotto, Resident goddess darn manager, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!
This
mother fuckiGN illegal son of a bitch, brings roaches into my
apartment, AND
IT IS NOT FUCKING CUNT FAIR;
Mizz Debra Marotto, Resident goddess darn manager, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!
This
mother fuckiGN illegal son of a bitch, brings roaches into my
apartment, AND
IT IS NOT FUCKING CUNT FAIR;
Mizz Debra Marotto, Resident goddess darn manager, YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!
No
matter how many poison fucking pills you drop under shit in each
room, or roach hotels you put around corners; when this mother
fuckiGN dirt bag illegal prick comes in, SO DOES HIS COCK SUCKING
'FUCKIGN' DIRTY BASTARD ROTTEN ASS ROACHES, YO YO YO YO YO YO
BRO!!!!!!!!!
OCTOBER
23,2015,
THURSDAY
NIGHT AT 9:57,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 77 DEGREES FNHT.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE TODAY------(H-83/L-73).
WIND
IS ESE AT 7, WITH GUSTING TO 31.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 66%, FEELING LIKE 80.
AND
LOVELY PATRICIA IS A HISTORY MAKER,
JUST
LIKE SHE ALWAYS HAS BEEN, OH WORLD!!!
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
©
2006-2015, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
FOR
EXACTLY WHAT; I AM NOT YET SO SURE, YO!!!
Inmate
Alice Ciminelli said it all, on the greatest mother fucking dick
licking law show, to ever grace the lands of television; Dick
Wooooooolf's Law & Order. She said,
referring to the prison guards (Correction Officers or CO's for
short), “They have all the power”!
Folks, fuck the dam CO's. The people in this classification and
category, can be thought of as the
quintessential anti-bums. They also are known as 'AKA',
the WORLD OWNERS/CONTROLLERS, YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO. You only thought you knew these fuckiGN dam truths
so well, lovely Donna Summer, oh latengrate one. Mister
big shot. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT! Cut me a
giant jerked off break pweeeeeeeeeeze, Mizz Margie Leo from goddess
dam 1985, YO. TANKS!!!!
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SIR; H-A-C-K-E-D----INTERNET!!!!
Maybe
it's your browser, YO. And then again, maybe it's your knees;
Mark Wayne Mohr. Actually my lovely goddess Gina didn't say
''maybe''. She knew when we were playing
BABYSITTER that day at the hotel I used to work at in 1984 and into
early 1985, The McIntosh Motor Inn of Mount Laurel, New Jersey, USA,
that it was my puny weak body giving out as she pushed against me,
and I went straight into the wall. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Drama queen am I; bite me Detective Green!
As
I said, Jim Burr had just left his crib in Gloucester City, New
Jersey, where Patty and Merry and all other wonderful patched
pirates, and Jokester's, were hanging around. Maybe it beats this
mother fucking hell hole joint right now, with this illegal mother
fucking going SLAM-SLAM-SLAM all mother fuckiGN night long like a
total git bag piece of shit pig!!!!!!!!!!!! How about some goddess
dam help here, PAM?
There
will be some punishment for this shit!!!!
There
will be some punishment for this shit!!!!
There
will be some punishment for this shit!!!!
There
will be some punishment for this shit!!!!
There
will be some punishment for this shit!!!!
There
will be some punishment for this shit!!!!
There
will be some punishment for this shit!!!!
There
will be some punishment for this shit!!!!
I
TOTALLY PROMISE YOU THAT, YO!
I
TOTALLY PROMISE YOU THAT, YO!
I
TOTALLY PROMISE YOU THAT, YO!
I
TOTALLY PROMISE YOU THAT, YO!
I
TOTALLY PROMISE YOU THAT, YO!
I
TOTALLY PROMISE YOU THAT, YO!
I
TOTALLY PROMISE YOU THAT, YO!
I
TOTALLY PROMISE YOU THAT, YO!
These
cunt lappers are hollering out in the hallway like no one lives here,
like this entire pig fuckign yard belongs to them,and th ehell with
anyone else here trying to have a little cunt lapping
peacefulness!!!!!!!!!!
There
is no way I could stay at Jenny's park or be working at Cifaloglio
and living in Jersey. Not when all shit is connected together in a
cosmic way and after all the other rotten shit all was meant to
happen. I know this, but to explain all the fucking shit in my head,
would take ten years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So I'll just wash up
and sign off now, Choke-hold Darius, and Rock Chucker Ann King Silva,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY BLOGS:*****PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
THANK
YOU, FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
I am so fucking scared of you two; Paula and Sarah. You
FREAKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Other
fucking people are brought up in barnyards, so I cannot hate them,
but I can have zero fucking respect for their jerk off
parents!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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TRANSMISSION.
So
I ask you now, right up front, after all of ten years and 46+ if we
count it back to the great Atlantic City festival before moon landing
day, James T. Burr; what is missing here other than for a sound
button that would make computers automatically do a Norman Lear
famous toilet flush, and maybe a quick video of Sammy Davis Junior
smacking a big one on Archie Bunker's cheek?????????????????? Jesus
Christ!
“I'm
lyin' I'm dyin'”, said Wayne Rigsby Senior's lovely boozer
girlfriend, on that super now defunct TV-show, 'The Mentalist'. I try
to keep it real and true and accurate, so like she says, “I'm lyin'
I'm dyin'”!!!!
A
lot of people think my entire story for ten years is a lot of mother
fucking gobbledegook. I would fight and die on any fucking ass
battlefield on this planet for their right to believe this, to think
this, to say this, even right to my face while laughing at me and
jeering, just so long as they don't get right into my face illegally.
Even then, exceptions would be made for lovely physical female people
who stand real close and slobber all over me with their delicious
love juice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dawn King would do this a lot,
thinking she was hurting me. Sorry Dawn, I was eating you fucking up
girl, LITERALLY, YO!!!!
To
all haters of poor old Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr; “I DON'T WANNA'
HEAR IT”. Fuck allays!!!!
Ann
King would probably goddess dam say, “Big whoop”.
My cunt chewing bastard mother fuckiGN NABES
FROM HELL
are going to annoy me all weekend, with these illegal cock sucking
roach sleaze guests of theirs, guessed
in powerful Astral World guessing games,
or
NAUT, Miss AT&T Blake from May of 1983,
my BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Constant in and out doors since 7
this mother fuckiGN ass morning, loud voices in the hallway, and when
that illegal mother fucker is living in James' illegal
STORAGE-APARTMENT, as he is again since yesterday; there is a bicycle
out in the lobby area of this floor, neat the elevators from hell,
and all Hollywood movies everywhere, huh 'Washcloth Shortsink
Tawfers'????
Why
I brought up Steve from 1974 is my own bizz. A lot of genius jerk
offs out in this world think they have so much all figured out and
don't know fucking beer from a can of stale fucking beans, from
Taylor Cottage where Mister McNulty and I did a lot of fucking
AHA-AHA-AHA-ing, to my mother's great OTHER non Harrah Casino non
Atlantic city coworker, Stephanie Taylor, who sang my Love Is For
Carpenters Song back early in 1984 over at 506 Robin Hill Apartments
when I was in my tween-stay as I call it, of the three stays in these
garden apartments, YO!!!!!!! No wonder I get so much spurious
activity at the northeast Fort Pierce Publix for cryin' out
loud!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have picked up a civil rights violating
WAIT-HACK, FCC, FBI, ACLU, and World Hague Court Tribunal system.
There is a hesitation before anything responds, but it does respond.
Now it seems to have stopped since I typed this mother fuckiGN
sentence, SHERIFF
KENNETH J. MASCARA, AND ATTORNEY GENERAL PAM BONDI.
NOW
IT HAS COME BACK.
I AM GOING TO BOOT OFF AND THEN BACK FUCKING ON, YO YO YO!!!!!!!! A
CHILD CAN FUCKIGN SEE WHY THE MILI-2-FORCE AND HALLS FAWCES HIT ME. I
WAS TALKING ABOUT THE FUCKING TAYLOR CREEK PUBLIX OF NORTHEAST
GODDESS DAM FORT PIERCE, YO YO YO YO YO. These cunt chewing bastards
sure seem to know shit that I don't know, huh Mister Serial-Killer,
Mark Bruner????????? Well sir, next time I'm told how badly I stink
in the Florida heat; I'll remind them of your handiwork and draw a
comparative fucking reference, and then ask which they would prefer
to have around them, you or me. Yeah maybe we all stink in one
fucking way or another, DON'T
WE?
And
boy oh boy oh boy oh boy, do I wish I had been right on that rock, so
Diana and I can be together throughout all of dam ass forever, and I
would wake up from this horrible nightmare dream here in hyperspace.
Well, actually, I exist all over hyperspace, as do all of you, and
leaving one little dream (lifetime) doesn't actually alter our
reality in the endless fucking purgatory, one tiny bit.
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
Mike McNulty, YO!!!!
You
get out of my mother fuckiGN face, dirt bag Jane Thistleweeds
Sleazedisease, YO!!! That dam bitch almost caught me with another
mother fuckiGN pig shit page eleven of eleven, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Welcome
to the world of Palm trees and jerk offs from paradise. Don't ever
come to Florida to live, if you're a poor person. Simply put, life
here just is not for you. It would be like trying to crash an A-List
CELEBS party or Trumps powerful pals of the Scott Ransom Club in some
back room cigar deals room. Just forget it, because things won't work
out for you, kind people!
WeatherBug
Meteorologist Mace Michaels has the latest in his exclusive
WeatherBug
National Outlook.
I
WAS SO SCARED THAT DAY IN MAY,
WHEN YOU'RE FAVORITE GAME YOU'D PLAY. AS YOUR 1-2-3, KEPT SIGNALLING
ME THAT YOU'RE THERE. I DIDN'T SEE JUST HOW, OR WHAT I HAD. AND
INSTEAD I GOT SO MAD. I TOOK OUT THE PHONE, AND WAS CUT OFF ALONE,
AND I MADE MY BABY SAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM SO SO SO SORRY, MY
WONDERFUL LOVELY BEAUTIFUL LIGHTNING. AND TO QUOTE LOVELY LETICIA
TILLEY OF EGG HARBOR CITY, NEW JERSEY-USA, “HEY GIRL”, I COULD
STARE AT YOUR AWESOME BEAUTY FOR A MILLION YEARS STRAIGHT!!!
I
am thinking about standing under a thunderhead cloud with a huge 440
volt wiring system, as I used to do up at Roadway and Cifaloglio back
earlier this century. I would hold the very thickly insulated wires
with all those electrons zooming around inside them, and say, “Hey
Diana my endless love, come to your little boy, I need you around me
so much, lovely baby-blond”!!!!!! Even on days when absolutely no
stormy weather at all was predicted by meteorologists who are
schooled for years on their discipline; if I would do this, and I
mean 5 out of 5 times, LIGHTNINE CAME OUT OF NOWHERE, THE SKIES WOULD
DARKEN, AND A BIG BEATUIFUL STORM WOULD COME UP OUT OF NOWHERE. Diana
would make lovely colors, and lovely fractal patterns of all kinds
for me, for hours and hours. I swear that this is all true Wayne
Rigsby and girlfriend. “I'm lyin', I'm dyin'”!!!!!!!!!!!!
OCTOBER
24, 2015,
SATURDAY
EVENING, AT 8:37,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 79 DEGREES FNHT.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE TODAY------(H-83/L-73).
WIND
IS ESE AT 7, WITH GUSTING TO 16.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 67%, FEELING LIKE 82.
END
TRANSMISSION.
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