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You
can expect me at your office tomorrow afternoon, Friday, after I
leave my doctor, up near Lawnwood Regional Hospital; Sheriff Mascara,
sir.
I
am under the worst mother fucking death siege, day and night, day
after day; for the past two to three weeks Sheriff
Mascara,
and Attorney
General Bondi
of Florida; and I will most likely be admitted to the hospital or be
in the county Morgue, murdered, tomorrow or tonight. If
I don't make it to your mother fuckin office tomorrow Sheriff sir, I
WAS MURDERED;
and these blogs for ten solid fucking years tells exactly who has
been involved in my demise and torture for thirty years plus, as well
as all the reasons why this indeed has all happened to me.
My
nabes are persecuting me, my resident manager is against me, everyone
is treating me like mother fuckiGN shit, and I have done nothing
whatsoever to deserve this, and on top of it, my health is rapidly
failing, and the worst I get, the more pressure and hell is being
directed against me by these monsters from cunt sucking mother
fuckiGN total hell! Every single day, deafening power tool drilling
and sometimes hammering, is all around me, yet I am unable to see
where it is coming from, and I have tried to investigate, and find
nothing. After I spoke to Mikey down in fort Lauderdale tonight on
the telephone, I was bombarded by an attack. It began with the
motorcycle dirt ball gang and then the music shit, out my window.
Then a few minutes after that, my dirt hole nabes across from me
began partying, and I think that it was them who had just come in
whop drove by outside and persecuted me with a super loud car stereo
music attack first, then they came in and started their shit in here.
I knew this was all coming, because the death angels are constant
recently, and also, my attacks from mother fuckiGN total rotten whore
Jane Fonda are off the scale, and I just got the one now with another
page eleven of cunt sniffing mother fucking eleven. Let me cunt
phlegm rape please people.
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The
stock market is flying up in an absurd bullish rally, just as I cock
sucking fucking told you that it would, people, and you all know
it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
BY
NEW YEARS OF 2016, IT WILL BE 20,000. BY END OF NEXT SUMMER, 25,000,
AND BY END OF 2016, IT WILL BE 30,000 POINTS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
IPYT!!!!!!!!
I
KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTING HAMMERED
BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE OVER THE FUCKING
CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE
ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP SINCE
AUGUST 15, 1986; SO I
THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER FUCKING
TIME AND HELLISH PERSECUTION!!!!!!!!!!!!
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IS A PHONY DUPLICATION, AND BECAUSE THAT LADY STOLE MY COPYRIGHT
FORM, I CANNOT EVEN PRINT UP THE PAULA KING REGISTRATION
NUMBER!!!!!!!!!
THE
TERRORIST GIRL, WAS THE HYPERSPACE DARK SHADOWS PARALLEL WORLD
CLEANING LADY!
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Lots
of my mother fucking hellish nightmare can be explained by two
things; HALLS FAWCES, AND HALLS WALLS.
HALL'S
FAWCES, AND HALL'S WALLS
To
this day, I will never know what Lenny McKinnon, the U.S.
Copyright Office, and some others, all pulled off; after I went to
that music attorney by the name of Malcolm
Rosenberg, early in the autumn of
1980, or somewhere around there. I sent the four songs on
one open reel tape, at a speed
of 7 and one half IPS, on a full track recording, copied onto my
RS-1500-US, open reel semi-pro mastering machine, that I bought
from the Martin Audio/Video store, in Manhattan, in May of 1980,
and was delivered to my apartment by UPS, early in the first week
in June, right before my powerful and unfathomable bizarre Lois
Foca dream-HIE-RAW! Suddenly Marcy
Levy and Robin Gibb, from the famous BEEGEE assholes, had
made a song, that was rapidly going into lower numbers, on the
Billboard Hot 100 Music Charts, called, “Help
Me”, speaking of major fuckiGN symbolism, YO. After I saw
the attorney recommended by my arranger, Mister Glenn, the song
magically seemed to get pulled off of the air, and was killed
cold; but no one ever spoke a word to me about shit, not Howard
Solomon, not Lenny McKinnon, not Malcolm Rosenberg. Then came the
real kicker of all kickers; Sheriff Mascara, and Attorney General
Pam Bondi, of Florida-USA-ESMWG. You can see it for yourselves
with the above pasted in U.S. Copyright Office PAU forms, that
show a history of my musical copyrights. My
1994 book, The Permission Barrier, is not included since
this was not a song; and only goddess knows why the roulette
system, from two years before that, in 1992; was included, as that
was not a song, but rather, a system for
playing 'inside numbers' roulette. Still, I
never was given a copyright on the song, and its
arrangement, back in 1980. They made
sure it was the following year, after the BEEGEE incident, and
did not include the name of my arranger on the copyright form.
The joke is that in 1977, before this particular internet
song-list was used; I had copyrighted the
LOST LOVE song. But it was the
arrangement that was stolen, and even without the
copyright, Tom Glenn, my arranger, was paid in full by me, as work
for hire, or whatever they call it. This music and arrangement is
all legally owned by me, and is legally my property, whether
copyrighted or not; as long as Tom Glenn is
available to go to court, and witness this for me someday.
Should that ever miraculously happen; then
the fucking press will no longer be able to call me a mother
fuckiGN crackpot; oh GAP Sheriff, and
GAP Mizz Bondi-AG, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
TOTALLY LEGALLY HEREBY SWEAR, THE ABOVE PARAGRAPH IS TOTALLY 100%
TRUE, THAT I AM THE AUTHOR OF THAT SONG, THAT I PAID FOR THAT
ARRANGMENT THAT WAS STOLEN BY THE BEEGEE MUSIC GROUP IN 1980; AND
THAT THIS ROTTEN ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY, HAS GONE AFTER ME, AND
RUINED MY ENTIRE LIFE; AFTER THIS ALL HAPPENED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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BOM 2006-2015 MARK WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
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Our
love was true, our love was rare
No
other love could ever compare
Now
that you're gone
My
spirits are low
And
baby baby baby, I love you so.
©
1977 Mark Wayne Mohr
Re-copyrighted
as a compilation music project in June of 1980, from my apartment
at 1802 Robin Hill, 4th and Preston, Voorhees Township,
NJ-USA.
NO
ANNIE, BUT YES, TOMORROW,
KIND SIR; I WILL SEE YOU OVER AT YOUR MIDWAY ROAD FUCKING OFFICE. I
CAN'T TAKE THIS FUCKING SHIT ANY MORE,
SHERIFF!!!!!!!!!!!!! DOES
FLORIDA ALLOW MURDER,
SIR? I WAS MURDERED; IF I DON'T MAKE IT OVER THERE!!!!
IF
YOU'RE GOOD TO ME, MAYBE I'LL BRING A COUPLE BIG ASS BURGERS TO EAT
WHILE WE TALK, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And
my generosity, has nothing to do with the treasure. Since the law
allows crooks to steal from my father and I, they'll never find it.
Only I know where seven galleons or their remains would be, if you
applied the most recent 40 years tides and currents and storms to my
last positions that my dad put on the sea charts for me, back in the
summer time of 1976. Maybe my daughter or her kids will want to share
this with those thieving bums who have the rights to the entire area
someday, but that will be after they bury me and she gets the charts
as per my will. This will probably happen before the end of the month
when I am dead, sir. Let's see what the lab and the doctors say
tomorrow, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Burn
in hell; all lighthouse prison guards.
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AMP-HIFISAF
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HELL
IS FIXED
IN STONE
AND FIRE
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONICCCCCCCC:
ALL
GENERAL ORDERS, ALL SPECIAL ORDERS, ALL TECHNOLOGIES. SCAN ALL MY
EVIL MILITUFORCE ENEMIES. A CRUSHED, SINGED, AND OBLITERATED IO IS ON
YOUR TB, AND YOU ARE BEING SET NOW AT MAX FULL POWER, WITH YOUR PPG
AT 11.8 IPNS, AND ALL CONTROLS AGAINST YOUR PPG ARE AT MAX FULL
POTENTIAL OF 11.5 IPNS. A PUNISHMENT DESTRUCT ORDER IS BEING
IMPLEMENTED. YOU WILL HEAR THE OLD STYLE AT&T PHONE TONES, AS THE
LONG 'EEEEE' VOWEL SOUND PRINTED OUT. THE HIGH
TONE IS HIGHLIGHTED IN COLOR BLUE, AND THE LOW
TONE IS HIGHLIGHTED IN COLOR RED. COMPUTER, ON AN 'I' TO 'D',
A/B TONE---PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, DESTROY ALL MY
ENEMIES, OR BE DESTROYED YOURSELF.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189, G-1133, G-901, UNDER CG-5555, CG-18, AND STOP.
All
day long, I was major fuckiGN persecuted. Make that all week, all
month, all year, all decade, all century, all millennium, and back 14
mother fucking years into the last century and millennium!!!!!!!!
I
was major fuckiGN persecuted.
I
was major fuckiGN persecuted.
I
was major fuckiGN persecuted.
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was major fuckiGN persecuted.
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was major fuckiGN persecuted.
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was major fuckiGN persecuted.
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was major fuckiGN persecuted.
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was major fuckiGN persecuted.
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was major fuckiGN persecuted.
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was major fuckiGN persecuted.
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was major fuckiGN persecuted.
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was major fuckiGN persecuted.
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was major fuckiGN persecuted.
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was major fuckiGN persecuted.
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was major fuckiGN persecuted.
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was major fuckiGN persecuted.
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was major fuckiGN persecuted.
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was major fuckiGN persecuted.
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was major fuckiGN persecuted.
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was major fuckiGN persecuted.
I
was major fuckiGN persecuted.
I
was major fuckiGN persecuted.
I
was major fuckiGN persecuted.
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was major fuckiGN persecuted.
I
was major fuckiGN persecuted.
I
was major fuckiGN persecuted.
I
was major fuckiGN persecuted.
I
was major fuckiGN persecuted.
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
Like
Boo.
Where
art thou?
There
is going to be an incredible disaster not that far out in the future,
that will dwarf all of this recent mother fuckiGN bullshit, as Maggie
will only allow me to suffer so much before a major ultra
counterstrike by her, is implemented, and we
all know this, if we have followed my life at all since Margie 1985
Break-cuts Leo,
and the great Mexican Earthquake, huh L&O Dock Rogers!!!!!!!!
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