SARAH
KRASSLE OWNS AND RULES THIS PLANET
CHAPTER
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My
mother fucking dirt bag noisy nabes are going in and out this morning
constantly, and illegally not letting their new doors close
automatically, but forcing them closed loudly, which will show up on
the resident manager's video tape hallway surveillance system, and I
will e-mail her later, Sheriff Mascara, sir.
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
If
this was a real world; some fucking attorney, or somebody, would
contact me; verify all my mother fucking shit, and then split the
lawsuits that I legally deserve to pursue, on a 50/50
contingency!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is how I know that I died and
went to fucking HELL, a very long fucking cunt ass time ago; you
rotten old stinky world!!!!!!!
I
TOTALLY LEGALLY HEREBY SWEAR.
I
TOTALLY LEGALLY HEREBY SWEAR.
I
TOTALLY LEGALLY HEREBY SWEAR.
I
TOTALLY LEGALLY HEREBY SWEAR.
I
TOTALLY LEGALLY HEREBY SWEAR.
I
TOTALLY LEGALLY HEREBY SWEAR.
I
TOTALLY LEGALLY HEREBY SWEAR.
I
TOTALLY LEGALLY HEREBY SWEAR.
I
TOTALLY LEGALLY HEREBY SWEAR.
There
is no mother fucking way I won't swear. Not with endless cunt fucking
sucking death persecution all over me every single cock licking day
and night!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
did everything you told me to do, and they murdered me, Camden County
fucking cunt Prosecutor, of Camden City, New Jersey, USA. Thanks for
allowing me to be brutally tormented, tortured, destroyed, and
annihilated. Some country you and Officer GWPOS have here, these
totally evil United States!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lots
of folks are extremely health fucking conscious. I say fine and
great. They love life, and have lots of mother fuckign shit to live
for, unlike fucked up and family cursed Huntington-Mountainpen. So
for me, YO; a
big fat heart wrecking hamburger'll do just fucking fine; YO
MY BROS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hey,
I'll fucking say it six times over, if you like, or if not.
A
GREAT PLACE TO SHOP; FOLKS!
I
came out of horrible nightmares where I was in a parallel universe in
this wild town filled with crazy people and crazy places, one being a
mobile home diner with an invisible kitchen, and crazy customers all
around me, especially the family sitting across from my booth. When
all was over, I had spilled stuff onto their table across from me
somehow, centipede bugs were crawling all around some shit they gave
me to eat, and they did not take credit cards even though signs were
up all over showing visa-master-card, and all major other cards, and
I use bank debit cards with VISA features, so I cam use these cards
anywhere major cards are accepted. Suddenly I am told I am going to
be taken across the street into some deep woods and pounded on
heavily for not paying for my very fucked up rotten meal. I then
awoke to major DOOR ACTION, from the Roach-Motel here at this
building. Insects are not intelligent but rather, work on an
instinctive level for their survival. However, even bugs are used by
the ESS of hyperspace, to indwell, and spy on people as well as cause
them problems, make them ill, and many other things that Morianity
hasn't as of yet even started to touch on. Something that I did
proves all of this, and it goes far beyond the flies at the MAFCO
cafeteria back in 1982, that is discussed on the first third
somewhere in my original blogging story.
We
study math and science. We learn our part in English. We know the
constellations so far away.
We
study other countries, but we don't study people, how can we learn to
live in peace?
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules
This
Planet,
CHAPTER
28
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. WEEEEEEEEEEE, Pat Holl.
Eventually
this machine will kick in, and millions will die, as a result of
these fart sniffing three years of beyond nightmare mother fucking
assault on me; WORLD, & THAT'S a dam ass total promise, UP
THERE in good old wonderful WASHINGTON in the great and powerful
DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA. Oh Poolroy, go
home
already. YO!!!!!!!!!!
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 hold 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.
I
WAS SO SCARED THAT DAY IN MAY.
NOVEMBER
19, 2015,
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 10:00,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 78 DEGREES FNHT.
TEMPERATURE
RANGE TODAY------(H-78/L-74).
WIND
IS SE AT 3, WITH GUSTING TO 12.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 93%, FEELING LIKE 84
PREDICTED
HIGH TODAY IS 85 DEGREES.
You
need to view and enjoy two fantastic movies of the past late century,
THE
TRUMAN STORY
and
LAWN
MOWER MAN-2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What
has been done to me by America goes far far far far beyond any United
Nations laws regarding human rights violations, and the World court
at Hague knows this is true, but doesn't dare help me or get
involved, for fear the ESS will turn this planet into Gary Mitchell
Mince Meat!!!!!!!
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
IS
THIS ONE BIT FAIR?
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
MARK WAYNE MOHR
Just
put me underneath a nice place like this, to rest for a few
quadrillion millennia, YO!
REST
IN PEACE, RUST IN PISS, OR ''WHATEVER'', MOUNTAINPEN; HUH FUTURE
CONGRESSMAN 1975 ANDREWS?????????? Give my best to Al Pillegi, Donna
Patterson, and Jan Nace the retired stock broker! We're all so dam
ass clueless, Bob old pal, not just my wild Haddonwood visitor, back
in 1995.
Oh
yes folks; Haddonwood was a very wild place, and it has a lot of
transdimensional connections with me, as well as just here in 4-D
space-time.
Tell the Mayor
of Tandyville,
that we're
all clueless as a Mickey Soap-Eye shower,
whoever wishes to relay the message. Then I'll dig them a whole so
deep in the ground, and throw them right in where they'll never be
found, huh Mister Ernie Merker of RPL?
MEOW-MEOW-MEOW-MEOW
TANSTALKER
AND MOUNTAINPEN
WHAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
A $ 3.80 AN HOUR.
EVIL
EMPIRE AMERICA, AND ITS EVIL STOCK MARKET GARBAGE:
Now
before the sun has a chance to set on this very true nightmare story,
I will tell you that the flowers were supposed to be delivered to an
audition and repertoire person, a lady, in NYC, (A&R), along with
a copy of my song, written early in 2000 at Guthrie Short's mansion
in Blue Anchor, New Jersey, USA, called, “Atlantic Queen” and I
think it was part of the copyrighted music project called, 'Russ
Walker's Star Travelers of 1896'.
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SHERIFF
KENNETH J. MASCARA, OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA.
It
sure was nice those ten days when you were helping me in all of this
fuckiGN nightmare, oh great sir!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Jesus
Christ, now the Russians hate me again. What is the matter with this
fuckiGN universe, Pink goddess SSJKK?
GLOBAL
AUDIENCE IN SHADE RATIO:
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TRANSMISSION, BRAH!
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