The
Bum
Classification,
CHAPTER
00027
None
of you can begin to fathom the wild ride I am having, as I travel
endlessly in hyperspace, watching those dam black tops ahead of me in
the heat, look all wet, when really, they're dry, in or out of the
morning light! I am not moving forward, but simply the true MIND that
has filtered itself astrally in the ultimate subatomic plank, is now
scattered allover fifth dimensional hyperspace, or said better,
maybe; ten dimensional, as singularity connects to opposing
movements, small getting bigger, and big getting smaller, leaving
this mysterious void of lawtronic upline-downline system, as the
ultimate center realm or dimension, and is most likely why,
mathematicians and physicists have calculated String-Theory and it
works out only in eleven dimensions, 5 each way, plus the one at the
center. All of this and way more, is all producing lots of mirages
for all the entities that become existent, within these ten
dimensions, or the two-way fifth dimensional hyperspace systems,
dreamed down off of the PLANK ASTRAL, which is dreamed off of the
great singularity-void-infinity. What the biggest part however, of
this mirage black top hot road, is that things appear in reverse,
zillions of them, in math and science, in money and business, in
visual stimulus, and on and on I could go, and NOT ON AN DON, as this
SPACER-HACK has been off the dam wall recently. So far, no hack on my
SPELL-CHECK program, however. Ain't life real grand, Mister D. C.
Roth? But back on point here; way too much is going on, an dI am too
sleepy to get into it all right now, but later on, I will say some
things that will make you really wonder, no matter how much you tell
yourself this isn't so, about whether my sanity is real, and whether
this is made up delusions. You can insist some snotty punky seven
year old isn't holding a military hand grenade all you want to, but
if he or she is, and plans on throwing it at you, what you want to
believe about that reality, is as meaningless as having ten bucks to
your name, and needing to buy something you really want, that costs
fifty thousand! What I will tell now, and quickly, is that I made a
phone call on Monday, to a department store. I knew this would bring
my doors to me, here at my wonderful PHA residence, and so it did.
How do these things connect? Well, that, as I said, may take a little
time to explain, somewhere down the road, peeps! All our lives, we
come to know gravity is real, and so we don't jump off of buildings,
or out of planes without good parachutes and knowledge on how to
properly operate them. But I have other rules just as real as YOUR
GRAVITY, and when I apply them in my life, it is every bit as real as
in your lives, falling to your death, should you jump off a high
cliff, and down onto some jagged rocks. This phone call, and these
doors, are equal to your gravity. I know it is all real, and you can
go on laughing and mocking me forever, as that will alter no part of
my reality!
Well,
Halloween is gone; and as soon as 'TWB' has some nice Thanksgiving
photos available; I will post a few. Boy oh boy oh boy, do I love
TWB APP!!!!!
Yes
sir, while Jim and I were escaping Halloween parties that were quite
hellish, he had just left Gloucester, where Patty and Merry and all
other wonderful patched pirates, and Jokester's, were hanging around,
and securing their bags of sweets and candies. Well, and why not. We
all are a bunch of hanging in there Huntington's. I'll never ever
mother fucking forget the day of the 2007 summer town forest fire, up
in Berryville-Hammonton, and how WAYV said to us, “Hang in there
Hammonton”. Yeah, and I'll bet you were thinking of one resident in
particular, who was being a hanging in there Huntington, ME!!!
Still,
they'll remember our one and only mother freaking HUNTINGTON
FAMILY,
and THAT, I do promise you all out here, YO!!! OK,
OK, OK, OK, John King, and Paula King????
Still, being choked to death began in 1983, and was made far worse in
2015. But they didn't kill me, and they couldn't kill me. Highland
Avenue-1984 Mark Wayne Mohr, just keeps doing the COPPERTOP BATTERY
Dance of Forever; Peter Paul Pedersen Pan Geico!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
had recurring weird dreams as a young adolescent, where I was in
Chicago,
and many weird things happened to me there,
and I've never ever been to Chicago, and nothing in Chicago, in any
way, is part of my life, other than for Arthur Huntington's wife, my
Great Aunt Alice Gallagher Huntington.
She was a Chicago native. I never knew that, until the year of 2008,
almost into 2009, while I was researching this branch of my ancestry,
while I was living with the mighty KINGS, up in Joysey's nightmare
Blucranville-Hammonton, USA. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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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. What a dam ass LOVELY FAMILY I
HAVE!
JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!!!! JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!!!! JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!!!! JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!!!! JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!!!! JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!!!! JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!!!!
But
my Uncle John almost killed his sister, the opera singer, my Aunt
Barbara, in Philadelphia, very shortly following the Dallas, Texas
Kennedy assassination. My Aunt Barbara had murdered her mother,and my
grand mother, Grace Isabelle Huntington Mason. She had hidden some of
Barbara's psych meds and refused to give her the pills she wanted,
early one morning around two or three. This is why when my uncle John
Huntington Mason came up from Fort Lauderdale, to Philadelphia, for
the dam ass funeral of his mom, he flipped out and whaled on his
sister, my aunt Barbara. Charges were never filed against anyone, and
back in those days, it was much easier for families to do all sorts
of horrendous things, and keep their dirty linens very perfectly
hidden in great powerful closets. My family is by far no exception.
In fact, my Uncle John wanted to fuck my mom real bad, his own
sister, and begged her for sex, during that trying period of the
funeral. I heard all this go down, at the apartment I was residing
in, in Philadelphia, at 2041 Chestnut Street, Apartment number 24-A.
Of course quite a few of my first and second, and some third cousins,
were very prone to incestuous behavior, and did some pretty wacky
things as younger people. At least what my cousin Christine Myers did
back in 1975, on Heinz Gottwald's yacht ketch, was normal dirty out
of marriage heterosexual activity, when she grabbed Jimmy Dean, and
made out with him quite passionately. I have been told this story
second hand from my mom, who was visiting her cousin, the wife of
this man, and my Aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald. This was the same day
that I got the crap kicked out of me on what would be called today,
Atlantic City's Hilton Beach, on Albany Avenue, by those two horrible
monster maggot life guard mascots. Yes Mister McThaxton, this problem
was there back then in 1975, further back in the nineteen-sixties,
and is still all around me and ever present forever, because old pal,
this is not coming from these people but rather from doubles of
theirs, who live real lives in parallel universes, and all meet here
as TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS, of the Exploratronic Supermind Society. Jane
Fuckhead Thistleweeds Dogvomitbreath just fucked me again, with that
god dam page eleven bull-shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Gorgeous
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.
But it ain't the dam correction officer people who have all the
power; only all the power in the prison system. The
billionaire's have it all,
and that lovely teen girl protester, who spoke to President Nixon,
suddenly seemed to gain that revelation. Watch the great movie;
another
great Ollie Stone production, called, “NIXON”.
This
sudden coming upon her,
while speaking to the true most powerful person on Planet Earth, or
how true might be a bit relative, but still; this
knowing something suddenly is a very serious and quite mysterious
matter.
It is called, MORIANITY.
It finds us,
we don't create or find Morianity.
Cosmos decides literally to single out pieces of itself, to make
revelations clear to them that would otherwise remain absolutely
mysterious and ever-unknown!!!!
Yes,
my hurricane doors came on Tuesday. But only because I used the
techniques of fighting my persecutors within the system of their
weaponry, that is applied against me by this Milituforce, did those
doors get put on.
WHAT
CAN I SAY, SIR JAY-JAY, DIE-NO-MITE EVANS?
WHAT
CAN I SAY, SIR JAY-JAY, DIE-NO-MITE EVANS?
WHAT
CAN I SAY, SIR JAY-JAY, DIE-NO-MITE EVANS?
WHAT
CAN I SAY, SIR JAY-JAY, DIE-NO-MITE EVANS?
WHAT
CAN I SAY, SIR JAY-JAY, DIE-NO-MITE EVANS?
WHAT
CAN I SAY, SIR JAY-JAY, DIE-NO-MITE EVANS?
WHAT
CAN I SAY, SIR JAY-JAY, DIE-NO-MITE EVANS?
WHAT
CAN I SAY, SIR JAY-JAY, DIE-NO-MITE EVANS?
WHAT
CAN I SAY, SIR JAY-JAY, DIE-NO-MITE EVANS?
WHAT
CAN I SAY, SIR JAY-JAY, DIE-NO-MITE EVANS?
WHAT
CAN I SAY, SIR JAY-JAY, DIE-NO-MITE EVANS?
WHAT
CAN I SAY, SIR JAY-JAY, DIE-NO-MITE EVANS?
WHAT
CAN I SAY, SIR JAY-JAY, DIE-NO-MITE EVANS?
WHAT
CAN I SAY, SIR JAY-JAY, DIE-NO-MITE EVANS?
WHAT
CAN I SAY, SIR JAY-JAY, DIE-NO-MITE EVANS?
NOVEMBER
4, 2015,
WEDNESDAY
MORNING AT 4:00,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 79 DEGREES FNHT.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE---(H-79/L-79).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 88%, FEELING LIKE 85.
WIND
IS ESE AT 7, WITH A SMALL GUST TO 8.
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Nothing
is killing my roaches, Sheriff sir. I just killed another nasty
little bastard cruddy little shit, in my kitchen, before I started
this blog.
So
who is Sarah Krassle?
Ten years of these blogs have heard Mountainpen discuss the 'gods' of
the great and powerful ASTRAL-PLANE, as well as the instructions
found in Patty Hollister's trash can, as if that really was her name
of course, at my mom's dam world famous office, to reach this
Astral-Plane, called FASCITAR! Still, who really is she? The Ancient
Astronaut Theorist Club (AAT) CLUB, believes they live in this
universe, those like her, all the gods, and are aliens who our
ancestors mistook for divine beings, due to power they seem to
possess through very high technological devices available to them;
and at the level of human kind back then when we were visited and
given our religions, they would be feared and worshiped. I don't know
what world governments believe about this, but my best guess is that
they are all part of a forced connection to a future military by way
of some powerful ESS or ESS type of organization, that was basically
established during or right directly following the termination of
World War 2. This entity has been known to me on both waking and
sleeping realms, and over a period of half a century now in my
present and current ME-LIFETIME, as Mark Wayne Mohr. I first ran into
her in late June of 1965, in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA, on
Tennessee Avenue, near the boardwalk, while vacationing with my mom,
at a place called, the Trinidad
Hotel. South of the American border, this would be called TRINITY.
She has the power to come to you in dreams, and effect the reality
around you in the realm that your body fell asleep in. Psychics have
claimed many things to me, and I have known a lot of them. They say
they can do these things, and one of them had a lot of powers, Mizz
Paula Uwich, from Glendora, New Jersey, on the Black Horse Pike.
Still, no
one could pull off all the shit that Sarah Krassle has pulled off,
with me.
Despite doubters of these realities, from those such as Paul
Pedersen, and Razzy McThaxton; this
is every bit as ongoing a situation,
every bit as hot, every bit as open and operational, to use military
terminology; as it was in those second half decade sixties years,
HALF A CENTURY AGO!!!!
I
seem to be impervious to death. I can die all right, as could Mister
Duncan McLeod, the great Highlander of Scotland. DDLTT is a
technological process that can take anything that was alive in a time
earlier than the present, and make a perfect duplicate copy. It is
very real, and I have been its victim for a very long time, or I
would be under the ground right now, in peace, or so the atheists
like Mister Dennis Snyder tell me. That incident at my security work
site, Cifaloglio, was just one of many. Still, pretty hard to be some
hoax or fake. I had no way of knowing Frank Callio would die the
following May, where Sarah took me to, by directing me to walk over
to the ''warm side of the warehouse'', to quote her. I could talk on
for a solid century. But relax, I am about to sign off.
Mary
of Scotland, the wonderful and quite gorgeous may I add, QUEEN. So
let all of us bite the dam dust, from the Deflavia residence to the
Lombardo residence!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah Steve in 2010, up at
the great Spaghetti can isle HARVEST place, of all intergalactic
proofs of people following me and my life around, Mister McThaxton.
Yes, he always used to say to me, and not anywhere near the great
detention center of Egg Harbor City, called Harborfields Detention
Center (HDC) up in JOYSEY, where my younger daughter in a parallel
universe, Paula King Junior or PEE as she likes to be called, went
to, and yes, Steve said this down here at Harvest, and not down the
street from HDC at the potato chips plant, “Mark, would you do me a
flavor”. Then comes the entire isle filled with spaghetti or
ravioli or whatever sauce cans, and the great Mentalist Show, aired
late in 2010 for the very first time, that was re-aired the other
night on the MY-15 Channel, down here in Fort Pierce, Florida. Queen
to queens level three, Captain Shatnerkirk? HARVEST WEBSITE:
http://www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/
Hay
if you think there are a zillion Yogi Berra Bullshit coincidences
right here, try my older dauts 2009 CD. I mean with an open mind,
watch it carefully, and tell me if you know MORIANITY, that the odds
of my making this all up would not prove to be exceeding ANY POWER
BALL JACKPOT lottery winning odds. Just go ahead and try to do it, as
you can't. WEEEEEE!
END
TRANSMISSION.
The
Bum
Classification,
CHAPTER
00026
Oh
fucking Christ in shit eating hell, my cock sucking nabes on
this floor are total scum bag low life pigs, SUARED-CUBED AND
CUBAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It started at seven of the cunt chewing fucking
clock, and isn't looking back, with YELPING LOUD DOGS, SCREAMING, AND
LOTS OF DOOR SLAMMING; OH GAP SHERIFF MASCARA, FOR CRISSAKE,
MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
Macy dirt bag Club and other powerful SCOTT RANSOMITES have disabled
my computer office spell check system, AGAIN, Sheriff and Attorney
General Bondi, for goddess dam Christ sake, YO YO YO YO!!!!!
HA
HA HA NOT © WHO from 1981, I rebooted, an deactivated this fucking
new miserable hack.
In
1975, when Jim Burr rescued me from that horrible Halloween party,
and those Satan worshiping nabes, ''the Kaufman's'' next door, who I
called them by; since they always did that Walt Disney trick, to let
you know they were there, by always coughing intentionally, when they
came anywhere close to where you would be, whether going out or
coming in. It is a psychological condition if you carefully analyze
and study with real scrutiny, the entire great book of mental
illness, the “DSM-5”. While Jim and I drove around Lindenwold,
and watched the ghost and goblin kids all dressed up out pirating for
some nice candy; my mom was working at her shipping company in
Philadelphia, with coworker Patricia Hurricane Hollister. Maybe Eddie
Himacane Lynch was a time traveler all along and no one bothered to
recover his repressed memories of it. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA,
Mister McNulty. Yes sir, while Jim and I were escaping Halloween
parties that were quite hellish, he had just left Gloucester, where
Patty and Merry and all other wonderful patched pirates, and
Jokester's, were hanging around, and securing their bags of sweets
and candies. Well, and why not. We all are a bunch of hanging in
there Huntington's. I'll never ever mother fucking forget the day of
the 2007 summer town forest fire, up in Berryville-Hammonton, and how
WAYV said to us, “Hang in there Hammonton”. Yeah, and I'll bet
you were thinking of one resident in particular, who was being a
hanging in there Huntington, ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEEIT.
Boy
oh boy oh boy, this family fucking curse, really sucks, on or off of
mother fucking Halloween, Mister James Tiberius Burr, 'kind sir' (in
a pigs eye)!!!!!!!!!!! Just
ask WAYV that hot summer day when we had that big ass forest fire in
Blucranville, or for that matter, call up the County clerk Records
Division of Braintree, Massachusetts, USA, and ask them about early
February in 1947. Maybe it was 1948, who remembers everything for
crying out loud? Still, they'll remember our one and only mother
freaking HUNTINGTON FAMILY, and THAT I do promise you all out here,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Folks;
how many of you have heard of the stairs of disaster? Right away
you're maybe thinking, “Christ, he's not going to talk about his
daughter as a toddler again in that house, and his dam stupid ass
repressed memories”? No I'm not!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK,
OK, OK, OK, John King, and Paula King????
Still,
being choked to death began in 1983, and was made far worse in 2015.
But they didn't kill me, and they couldn't kill me. Highland
Avenue-1984 Mark Wayne Mohr, just keeps doing the COPPERTOP BATTERY
Dance of Forever; Peter Paul Pedersen Pan Geico!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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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.
What a dam ass LOVELY FAMILY I HAVE! JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!!!!
Gorgeous
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.
But it ain't the dam correction officer people who have all the
power; only all the power in the prison system. The
billionaire's have it all,
and that lovely teen girl protester, who spoke to President Nixon,
suddenly seemed to gain that revelation. Watch the great movie;
another
great Ollie Stone production, called, “NIXON”.
This
sudden coming upon her,
while speaking to the true most powerful person on Planet Earth, or
how true might be a bit relative, but still; this
knowing something suddenly is a very serious and quite mysterious
matter.
It is called, MORIANITY.
It finds us,
we don't create or find Morianity.
Cosmos decides literally to single out pieces of itself, to make
revelations clear to them that would otherwise remain absolutely
mysterious and ever-unknown!!!!
WHAT
CAN I SAY, SIR JAY-JAY, DIE-NO-MITE EVANS?
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WHAT
CAN I SAY, lovely Attorney General P. Bondi?
NOVEMBER
3, 2015,
SUNDAY
AFTERNOON AT 8:30,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 76 DEGREES FNHT.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE---(H-79/L-69).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 94%, AND IT FEELS LIKE 81.
WIND
IS GUSTING SSE TO 6, OTHERWISE CALM.
I
BELIEVE THAT INDEED, I TOLD YOU PEOPLE,
THAT IF YOU PUT IN A BUY ORDER FOR MONDAY MORNING ON THE DOW JONES
INDUSTRIALS,
and keep it there; you will make out like mother fuckiGN bandits,
CUBAN-CUBED, YO BRO, I promise you!!!! JUST KEEP WATCHING IT FLY UP
1,000 MOTHER FUCKING POINTS THIS WEEK TO WAY PAST THE ALL TIME RECORD
HIGHS, AND
ALL ON MY BACK,
TOTALLY MOTHER FUCKING ILLEGALLY, UNITED STATES ATTORNEY GENERAL, AND
PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA. HOW YOU KEPT THOSE CAMPAIGN PROMISES, ABOUT
THE WEALTHY WALL STREETERS;
CAN MIKE MCNULTY AND HIS WORLD FAMOUS IRISH LAUGH, BE INVITED NEXT,
YO YOUR WONDERFUL EVER SO TRUST WORTHY WHITE HOUSE, SIR????
Us
99ers are beyond sick and tired of this unholy #(@%^ up there on that
crooked dam Wall Street!!!!!!!!!
**My
life is total hell!**
**My
life is total hell!**
**My
life is total hell!**
**My
life is total hell!**
**My
life is total hell!**
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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 YO!!!!!!!!!!
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 YO!!!!!!!!!!
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 YO!!!!!!!!!!
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 YO!!!!!!!!!!
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 YO!!!!!!!!!!
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 YO!!!!!!!!!!
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 YO!!!!!!!!!!
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 YO!!!!!!!!!!
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 YO!!!!!!!!!!
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 YO!!!!!!!!!!
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 YO!!!!!!!!!!
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 YO!!!!!!!!!!
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 YO!!!!!!!!!!
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 YO!!!!!!!!!!
So
who is Sarah Krassle? Ten years of these blogs have heard Mountainpen
discuss the 'gods' of the great and powerful ASTRAL-PLANE, as well as
the instructions found in Patty Hollister's trash can, as if that
really was her name of course, at my mom's dam world famous office,
to reach this Astral-Plane, called FASCITAR! You also heard how I
seem to be impervious to death. I can die all right, as could Mister
Duncan McLeod, the great Highlander of Scotland. The only man who
ever had good words to speak of my wonderful directly related grand
mother about 22 times, Mary of Scotland, the wonderful and quite
gorgeous may I add, QUEEN. So let all of us bite the dam dust, from
the Deflavia residence to the Lombardo
residence!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah Steve in 2010, up at the
great Spaghetti can isle HARVEST place, of all intergalactic proofs
of people following me and my life around, Mister McThaxton. Yes, he
always used to say to me, and not anywhere near the great detention
center of Egg Harbor City, called Harborfields Detention Center (HDC)
up in JOYSEY, where my younger daughter in a parallel universe, Paula
King Junior or PEE as she likes to be called, went to, and yes, Steve
said this down here at Harvest, and not down the street from HDC at
the potato chips plant, “Mark, would you do me a flavor”. Then
comes the entire isle filled with spaghetti or ravioli or whatever
sauce cans, and the great Mentalist Show, aired late in 2010 for the
very first time, that was re-aired the other night on the MY-15
Channel, down here in Fort Pierce, Florida. Queen to queens level
three, Captain Shatnerkirk? HARVEST WEBSITE:
http://www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/
Hay
if you think there are a zillion Yogi Berra Bullshit coincidences
right here, try my older dauts 2009 CD. I mean with an open mind,
watch it carefully, and tell me if you know MORIANITY, that the odds
of my making this all up would not prove to be exceeding ANY POWER
BALL JACKPOT lottery winning odds. Just go ahead and try to do it, as
you can't. WEEEEEE!
KEEP
READING ALONG, AS:
JUST
BECAUSE YOU RECOGNZE WORDS,
Never
assume there is not any new reading material.
3-6-9,
Frank Callio, Astral Realms, and Nicola Tesla. WOW, there was an
old OUTER LIMITS syfy show about
a fictional radio station called KXKVI. This entity that would be a
little like my wonderful coil, the Lightning Goddess Diana, was
contacted, and transported by accident to the human realm and to
Planet Earth. It was a fantastic show, as all the Outer Limits shows
were really super ass fantastic. Anyway, this entity spoke through a
translator machine, in similar ways that the great powerful U. S. ©
Office knows all too well about from my 1988 music projects where
Diana spoke to me, only repressed memories, road trips to relative's
homes, and tape recorders were more involved with the reality of the
situation, only I had not yet un-repressed my memory, and was not
destined to until living with the great almighty King family, 20
years later. This is a very significant time period may I also add,
20 years, or one briper. On the Astral-Plane, the BRIGGBASE POWERS
make many deals with humans, for one briper, or 20 years. The great
television show, 'DARK SHADOWS' knows about this somehow as well, as
in th elate 1967 and early into 1970 circa with Paul Stoddard, and
the mighty Briggbase Cult deal made with him, and the name was
changed of course to the Leviathan and not the Briggbase people.
Lovely crossed over Jenny Ghost Whispering Hewitt talks about 'the
breathers' on her great hit show. Well, the Briggbase, are the VERY
HEAVY breathers. Ask any real Dark Shadows fan, as they'll freaking
ass tell you without any qualms or trepidation, let alone one tiny
bit of hesitation!!!!!!!!!!! You know the silliest mother fuckign
part of all of everything? They know I could say shit that would
change the world tomorrow. I would be locked up an dissected, and
gone. So what would I possibly have to fucking gain by doing the
ultimate stupid move, when no one is one bit appreciative of all that
I have told already? The answer is absolutely nothing, so I will
never tell the real shit that would close down the planet in hours,
that is of course, if anyone other than my rotten diseased family,
and sicko power hungry government agent spies, were really up
here!!!! If they were, and they are not, my blog would not remain in
a precise averaged monthly count for three years. It would begin to
either shrink away and be just about gone, or it would expand and
grow, and by now, be at least triple the monthly average of about two
large!
So
who is Sarah
Krassle?
She
is the absolute GOD OF YOUR WORLD, and mine;
ladies and gentlemen.
Lenny
McKinnon said it, and I do not believe he said it live on that
CB-RADIO as handle ops man 601, but had it recorded from 1980, the
only year that I ever interacted with him, and this I'll quote,
“There ain't no doubt about it”. He supposedly was talking to his
co-radio friend, Miss Chillie. Yes, you got it people; the great and
powerful non-OZ Copyright Office has all of this evidence tucked away
in my music project files, UP THERE in good old wonderful WASHINGTON
in the great and powerful DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA. Oh Poolroy, go
home
already.
The
resemblance is amazing. So is the resemblance to Dawn and Dennis,
with all three of these ''funny-faces'' internet photos. Patty and
the gang just illegally froze up my mother fuckign computer, WOW,
it is 2008 all over again, and going on 080808 too. A really big
fucking WOW, and a big fucking JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE, if you
please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMagnesoniCCCCCCCCC
Whoever
is doing this to me and wrecking every single day of my life for
nearly 30 years now beginning on 15 August of 1986, scan these turd
chewing rotten sicko bastard scum from hell!!!! I have maxed out your
power gain systems and you are on a major punishment crush destruct
system. Either strike these rotten nightmare dirt bags doing this to
me and all those whom they love and hod deer to their rotten poison
viper hearts, or you will be completely obliterated, wiped out,
annihilated, and destroyed!!!!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
G-901,
G-1133, G-189, under CG5555, CG-18, and stop.
Eventually
this machine will kick in, and millions will die, as a result of
these fart sniffing three years of beyond nightmare mother fuckiGN
assault on me, WORLD. THAT'S
a dam ass total promise, YO!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
The
Bum
Classification,
CHAPTER
00025
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NOVEMBER
2,2015,
LATE
MONDAY AFTERNOON AT 4:32,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 85 DEGREES FNHT.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE TODAY------(H-88/L-69).
WIND
IS A STEADY ESE 12.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 68%, FEELING LIKE 92.
SHERIFF
KENNETH J. MASCARA
Boy
oh boy; Callio-Martin-Nixon-Jacobson-Kennedy!
What really happened to me that day on the beach, a stone's throw far
McGuire's GAP Pittsburgh Hotel, on Tennessee Avenue, in 1974, while I
was bunking over in South Atlantic City, at the home of Mizz Selena
Dada, on Stenton Place??????????????????? Funny isn't it, world? The
same fuckign jerk off people who are mad because we won't believe in
their flying saucers and aliens from out there somewhere, refuse to
plug my blog or believe a thing about Morianity. I didn't find
Morianity, and I sure didn't make it all up and invent the fucking
thing. Morianity, found me; it's quite safe to say, YO!!!!
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Gone
are the days of Hugh Hefner and Playboy Magazine. Tell them, Mizz
Great Example Chung!
Oh
may the gods pity my poor fucking pathetic endless isness of being!!!
In any case kind folks, I know that at the end of the dam day, I have
done all I can do, and that is my very dam best. I don't have to hang
my fucking head in shame for any man, or any woman, or any child, or
any entity, anywhere!!!
Magic
machine mind, Easter Sunday's, and magical lab technicians.
Go
ahead and laugh at me AG and Sheriff K.J.M.
ENDocrinologists,
AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND
ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND
ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND
ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND
ENDocrinologists, AND
ENDocrinologists,
AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND
ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND
ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND
ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND ENDocrinologists, AND
ENDocrinologists, AND
ENDocrinologists,
AND ENDocrinologists; and never ending mysterious laboratory
technicians from 1984, at all great throat specialist offices,
everywhere. WOW Mister R. H. Macy, sir!!!!
Great
people; I have been cycling through this endless maze for nearly ten
thousand years. If you don't count this as remembering the dream, and
then starting again, and allowing people all around me to convince
me it was all a dream, and that I am just a stupid child “each
time”, who must listen to the dam asshole grown ups insist, that I
am believing a lot of nonsense; then you see me as nuts, and my hell
goes on endlessly; Lieutenant Commander Jordy of Next Generation Star
Trek. Round
and round endlessly.
Well, it seems endless, but I know it is around 200 times now, and
before that, it was not happening. But that's a lot of mother fucking
times to repeat the ages of god dam fourteen
through seventy,
give or take here and there, each time. I
hope you sleep real well at night, as I am sure you do,
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
world contains a lot of miserable fucking sons of bitches, I
promise
you
that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
see this entire world as one huge horses ass!!!!!!!!!
At
the risk of being pigeonholed as the Girl
Who Writes About Crazy Cursing Dudes,
I bring you Mark from New Jersey.
Listener
Therese
on December 12, 2006 at 01:28 AM
The
only problem being that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still
believes they’re out there.
Posted
by: Razzy McThaxton | March
16, 2012 at 09:00 AM
Gee;
you don't think I proved that, just with the story of THE
MENTALIST TELEVISION SHOW
and those cans
of sauce up at the 25th
and Orange Harvest
Foods
in
2010?
The
contractors for the PHA were supposed to instal my hurricane door by
no later than early afternoon today, 2 November. They never came, and
I still am putting up with slamming fuckiGN doors, all day every day
for a week or two now, non fuckiGN cunt stop, by my roaches across
the hall from me, James and his asshole criminal pals!!!!!!!! This is
why the stock market is shooting up relentlessly, folks. Destroy and
persecute me and make my life a living fuckiGN nightmare hell, and it
has one way to go, UP. I believe I TOLD YOU GINA, to buy before
opening bell today, YO GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My
neck bite team from hell has killed my SPELL CHECK PROGRAM, again
kind sheriff, or really unkind I guess, to be more dam honest about
shit!!!!!!! Take it easy on me, Brad and Roseann Delaney; YO BRAH!!!
On
top of this, that monster fucking whore Jane Thistleweedsface Fonda
just fucked me cunt lapping again with page elven shit. Let me cunt
phlegm rape, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! no bounce
arounds, no 1988, no nothing prophets, and no copyrighted music
fucking projects!!!!!!!!!
55555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555
RIGHT
BACK TO FUCKING 18,000, AND RECORD HIGHS ARE JUST DAYS FUCKING
AWAY!!!!!!
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UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
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YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
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I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
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I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
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YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
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YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
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YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
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YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
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YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
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YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
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I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
So
don't believe I know my onions. This proves I am not the asshole, and
you were wrong, Misses Marola, back in 1969, when you said the
majority has to be right. The smart money is never the majority
money!!!!
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!!!!
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!!!!
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!!!!
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!!!!
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!!!!
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!!!!
The
Bum
Classification,
CHAPTER
00024
I
am killing roaches constantly again, and guess who is living here
illegally again? MISTER ILLEGAL!!!
This mother fuckiGN door slamming bastard is back to stay again, un
til he eventually gets kicked out, and then he will keep coming back,
you know, JUST LIKE THE ROACH THAT HE FUCKING
IS. LIKE DADDY, LIKE KID; AND THIS IS WHY MY ROACHES IN HERE,
FOLLOW THEIR PIDE PIPER PAPA FROM ACROSS THE HALLWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It is not
just his music choices and door slamming, but his filthy fucking
rotten ROACHES,
that
I have problems with;
Florida
Board of Health,
and Attorney
General Bondi.
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 sir;
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!!!!!!!!!
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Again this Monday
morning, he slams his door, over and over and over again. Doing
exactly what, I will never know, but he's fucking doing it, YO.
Hell, maybe he's
pickin' his nose and chewin' it!!!
NOVEMBER
2,2015,
MONDAY
MORNING AT 11:06,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 87 DEGREES FNHT.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE TODAY------(H-87/L-69).
WIND
IS SSW AT 10, WITH SMALL GUSTS TO 11.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 61%, FEELING LIKE 94.
THIS
UNGODLY HEAT & HUMIDITY, AND ILLEGAL NEIGHBOR, WILL BE THE CUNT
HUFFING DEATH OF ME, IN CASE YOU CARE AT ALL, SHERIFF KEN MASCARA
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!
SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!
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MY
SPELL-CHECKER HAS BEEN HIT AGAIN, SHERIFF!
If
you would allow me to prove a giant fucking conspiracy to wreck every
single possible item in my life that makes survival totally
impossible, in an organized plot, with powerful Scott Ransom
car-bugged people from 1988 through right now in almost fucking 2016,
Sheriff K. J. Mascara, sir; I would give you anything you asked for,
and this is not a bribe sir, because it in not illegal to share
things with friends. I know a lot about the law from decades of
careful viewing of Mister Wolf's great law shows, YO!
Oh
may the gods pity my poor fucking pathetic endless isness of being!!!
In any case kind folks, I know that at the end of the dam day, I have
done all I can do, and that is my very dam best. I don't have to hang
my fucking head in shame for any man, or any woman, or any child, or
any entity, anywhere!!!!!!!!
HEY
ALL CUTE SAVANTS, YOU KNOW THIS ONE!
HEY
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