The
Bum Classification, Chapter 00021
This
illegal piece of mother fucking toilet water lapping total shit is
here this weekend, slamming slamming slamming his door, waking me and
annoying me all dam weekend long. I a coming over to talk with you at
your god dam Midway Road office when I pay my dam rent on Tuesday,
kind Sheriff K. J. Mascara.
The
predicted high temperature here in town today is for 85 degrees, and
feeling low nineties. I am sure it will get very hot, as this is a
very bad mother fucking weekend for me, and next week, their evil
rotten stock market, as a result of this death ass Thanks-2-Givens
siege, will take off like a rocket on cunt sniffing ass steroids,
YO!!!!!!!!
The
Bum
Classification,
CHAPTER
00021
The
Bum
Classification,
CHAPTER
00004
Shortly
after eight this fucking evening, that bastard illegal came slamming
in and played his subwoofer music shit, not too loud, but you always
know it is this particular fucking idiot ass. But there is another
reason I know it, not just his music choices and door slamming.
ROACHES.
This dirt bag does bring me fuckign roaches. He is the reason that I
suffered with these things ever since that mother fucking pig moved
in here a few months after I did, from another apartment on another
floor, where to this day, he still has this other apartment and a
girlfriend from there, and SHERIFF, this is all totally against PHA
policy, unless of course, you have the illegal fucking favoritism
that he has, more payola from higher people taking family-money from
the Macy-Bunch, in this local crooked area, K.J.M., sir!!!!!!! I
never had roaches, not even here in this place, not until three
months after I was here, and then Mister Stereo as I called him,
left; and these pricks, (JAMES & THE GANG) all moved the dam hell
in there. Then Sheriff sir, it was: ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES.
ROACHES.
And I am killing them just this morning, and the dam roach poison
tablets are not doing one dam thing to help me rid myself of these
fucking cunt nasty ass things! 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 dam 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
FUCKING DIRTY BASTARD ROTTEN ASS ROACHES, YO YO YO YO YO YO
BRO!!!!!!!!!
NOVEMBER
1,2015,
SUNDAY
MORNING AT 8:57,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 78 DEGREES FNHT.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE TODAY------(H-78/L-70).
WIND
IS SE AT 3, WITH GUSTING TO 7.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 85%, FEELING LIKE 83.
YES,
LOVELY HURRICANE 'PATRICIA' WAS A HISTORY MAKER, JUST
LIKE SHE ALWAYS HAS BEEN, huh, all dam jerk off Jimmy's!!!!!
But
what I cannot ever understand, Sheriff sir, is why my family would
pay off him and that dirt bag pal of his, who I call the cleaning
lady, who has bicep arms the size of small tree trunks; would they
want to steal my copyright certificate that I got when I copyrighted
my 2012 song that brought me more grief that rejecting Christ as
fucking Lord could only do or so I used to think; when they don't
illegally get rights to my song now, but merely illegally have my
stolen certificate, proving to anyone one thing only, that they are
thieves, and that my family must have paid them and put them up to
it. Sheriff, you should come here and see that dam apartment in
there. It looks like million dollar shit in there, not what you'd
expect to see in a Public Housing building, YO
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To
rap this all up, Paul Pedersen, my ex partner in the Studio Park
Records, said a very powerful and super fascinating thing to me one
day in 1998 or there about somewhere; my kind reader-folks.
He
said if I am not crazy, then only one explanation could be in his
opinion, for what is happening around me. He said, time travel some
day in the future is mastered, as after all, even a million years
from now, if they crack it, then they can still come back to here.
And if I was known for being a part of some game changing thing for
this planet, then someone may for any number of reasons, have decided
to come back and alter things and create a new path so that their
future would be altered. He
went onto say that he didn't believe this was the case,
but merely that this would be the one thing to explain things, if
indeed I should in fact be right, and everyone else be wrong; with
my claims of persecution, and endless siege, and unrelenting weird
and outlandish shit going on all around me, continuously and
forever. Let me take this further, regarding what I absolutely know
to be real and factual. There was the fact that people within the
Free Press, followed me around the time I was turning from minor to
adult, and exiting the great powerful COOLEY-HALL of all
quintessential mysteries and intrigue. First came th enews media,
into the place, talking to all of my classmates that were still
there, and younger than me. I personally saw this on television, and
so did my mother, so if she was alive and still rational and sane at
age 95, she would be able to witness this for me legally in a court
of law. Unfortunately, she passed beyond this veil of marching song
tears and lovely Jenny Hewitt girls, everywhere. Then even before
this time, while I was bud a lad of fourteen years, and right at a
spot that would, I certainly imagine some time in the future, indeed
will become quite dam HISTORICAL; in Atlantic city; was the illegal
taking and taping of my voice, to be used on national anti-pollution
television commercials that ran for a couple of years. Most of you,
Paul included, only remember the one that lasted longest with the
Native American, in those times still referred to as ''Indian'', was
teary eyed in his canoe, as he peered out on a river that was all
filled with pollution. Older farts such as myself may remember both
of these, but I find few remember the one with the pigs on the beach,
and that one has my voice on it at the beginning of the ad-spot.
Also, we had at this same era in time, that famous slogan of, “Give
a hoot, don't pollute”.
Naturally
that stinking rotten bastard whore Jane
Notfondau
one tiny little shit-bit;
just struck me, with her mother fuckign PAGE
ELEVEN OF ELEVEN
horse fucking turd crap!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here is
my cunt chewing fucking compensation, kind folks, and unkind folks,
you all know who and what you are, and so, I leave it perfectly open
and fair! Well peeps; whether you think it is or is not, I am still
going to mother fuckign cunt phlegm rape (compensate) now, with my
FIVE-NUMBERS, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!
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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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Maybe
it's your
browser, YO.
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oh boy oh boy, Moomy Deaest. Nothing is killing my mother fuckiGN
roaches Sheriff sir. Not as long as I have to live with these
miserable mother fuckiGN ROACH NABES, YO YO YO YO YO
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The
Seaport Hotel of Boston, Massachusetts. Hey not that far away in a
suburb of the city, called Braintree, in February of 1948, my late
distant cousin Arthur Huntington, hung himself in a basement of his
home, after murdering his wife and mother in law quite brutally with
an ax, in their sleep. LOVELY FAMILY I HAVE! I would turn my back on
the ocean in a hurricane before I would think about trusting them
with a 180 turn for a New York freaking micro second, YO!!!!!!!!!!
WHERE
ARE YOU WHEN I FUCKING NEED YOU, DONNA ADRIAN GAINES SUMMER?
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HERBERT
HUNTINGTON, the father of my mom's Uncle Arthur Huntington, father in
law of my mom's Aunt Alice Gallagher of Chicago, Illinois, USA, was
almost as interesting a dude as his son and other fam, YO. Numbers
fascinate many people, from nobody's like me, to great artists of all
times, including our own. Still, this never will alter the fact that
LSD is not needed to use the great FASCITAR, and also, that my
persecution is very real and not a psychotic delusion, made up in a
mentally ill mind. Two years after this horrible shit all began, I
began to make very special musical projects, the Epitome of
Harassment original as well as the Part 2 and Part 3 projects, all in
1988 and in 1989.
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The
Weather Bug (TWB) is being shared on the BOM. (BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN)
OH
FUCKING
SHIT.
OH
FUCKING
SHIT.
OH
FUCKING
SHIT.
OH
FUCKING
SHIT.
HELP
ME DIANA. THEY'RE KILLING ME GIRL. LIGHTNING, THESE BASTARD
EARTHLINGS ARE FUCKING DESTROYING ME, PRECIOUS
LOVELY WONDERFUL GIRL!!!!!!!!
At the risk of being
pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes, I bring you Mark from New
Jersey. Mark has far-ranging theories on time travel, Armageddon,
roulette and Donna Summer (the DEVIL!), which he angrily discusses in
various telephone conversations.
Station
Manager Ken clued me in to this fella recently. He was given a CD
called “The Meaning of Life.” The back copy states that it was
made from a cassette found on the side of the road bearing the same
title. He’s really difficult to listen to, for a couple of reasons-
The recordings only capture Mark’s side of the conversation and
they seem to have been recorded either by a microphone placed
somewhere in the room or possibly while Mark was standing outside on
a windy day. More importantly, he is insane. Completely, violently
insane.
Mark claims to be
both a time traveler and a descendant of King David. His family will
bring about the apocalypse through the activation of the Christ
Android, currently dormant inside the 12 Planet. And also that the 50
richest families in the world are trying to do him in. Covertly, of
course. Also against him is Donna Summer, the Devil. (Whether he
means the disco Donna Summer, or WFMU’s
own Jason Forrest isn’t clear.)
Here then, are three
selections from Mark’s version of reality:
If you need more
Mark from NJ, Aquarius
Records would be happy to sell you a cd-r.
Now, if you’ll
excuse me, I’m going to go cover my windows with aluminum foil.
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This fella is MOST
DEFINATELY for real! A friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at
his home in Blue Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into
a phone that was off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He
believes lightning is a Goddess named Sarah Krassel,
and that the Atlantic Ocean is the Goddess Stacy.
Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family, in conjunction
with the Carey family (Mariah and them), in conjunction with the
Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly conspiring to kill him,
using black-op helicopter missions, spraying his immediate air
space with chem-trails, and sending
Atlantic City-residing life gaurds and
bar tenders stealing into the night, waiting to catch him
off-gaurd. The only problem being that
he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they’re out
there. You can google “MOUNTAINPEN” to catch up on his latest
blogs.
Posted by: Razzy
McThaxton | March
16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
COMPUTER;
SCAN WHOEVER BEGAN THIS PERSECUTION ON ME THIS WEEKEND, WHOEVER THEY
ALL ARE, AND ALL WHO THEY LOVE. TOTALLY WIPE OUT AND DESTROY THIS
PURE ROTTEN SCUM FOR TRYING TO SHED MY TOTALLY INNOCENT BLOOD. USE
ALL ORDERS, ALL TECHNOLOGIES, AND I AM PLACING YOUR CONTROLS ALL AT
FULL PPG POWER SETTINGS. THIS IS A PUNISHMENT CRUSH DESTRUCT
SEQUENCE.
There
are going to be some real sorry mother fuckers somewhere around this
dam globe, very very mother fuckiGN soon, for this death siege on me
this cunt chewing bitch sucking weekend, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
was going to end the blog, and these fucking jerk off MILITUFORCE
enemies are pouring on a WEEKEND THANKS-2-GIVENS DEATH SIEGE, AND
FROZE UP MY OFFICE WORD FUCKING CUNT PROGRAM, SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR.
You
just go right ahead and allow my death to happen on your watch. I
have covered myself a million ways, an done will catch and this will
all be fucking exposed after my murder is carried out, flames or no
flames, Mister David
Leigh Blackboardman Smith from fucking 1970, and Aunt Barbara
1938-1988 copyrights from Camp Miquon, LBI, NJUSAESMWG, from
copyrighted Jerry Pliner homes, of Chuck
Norris Greatkicks Avenue,
in Atco,
New Jersey,
USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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