CHAPTER
22
CHRIS,
ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD
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KIND
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN; CEMB---AMP---CHAPTER 21
CHRIS,
ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD
HOLY
MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' DAM DOG-SHIT:
DID
THIS DAM CHAPTER CAUSE ME A LOT OF MAJOR 'FUCKIGN' GRIEF!!!!!!!!
HORRIBLE
MONSTER NIGHTMARES ALL NIGHT,
OF HORRIBLE
MURDERING FUCKING MONSTER PEOPLE,
KILLING
ME AND THREATENING TO KILL ME;
AND THEN TODAY, THE SECOND I WOKE OUT OF IT, AND GOT DRESSED, AND
LEFT MY APARTMENT TO PICK UP MY MEDICATIONS, AT MY LOCAL WALGREEN'S
PHARMACY; I
DID NOT EVEN GET TO THE DAM ELEVATORS WITHOUT MAJOR FUCKING BULLSHIT
ALL OVER ME AND AROUND ME,
AND IT JUST KEPT RIGHT ON MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' GOING, SIR; SHERIFF
KENNETH J. MASCARA;
YO YO YO YO YO, AND I COULD USE ALL THE PROTECTION AND HELP THAT YOU
CAN POSSIBLY PROVIDE FOR ME; AND THANK YOU SO DAM VERY MUCH, OH GREAT
AND KIND SIR; YO MY BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JOHN J CROWLEY,
Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really
begin?
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Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really
begin?
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Giordano »
JOHN J CROWLEY,
Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really
begin?
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JOHN J CROWLEY,
Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really
begin?
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Giordano »
JOHN J CROWLEY,
Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really
begin?
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Giordano »
JOHN J CROWLEY,
Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really
begin?
Nearby
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Giordano »
JOHN J CROWLEY,
Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really
begin?
Nearby
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Giordano »
JOHN J CROWLEY,
Mister Tow-truck Ripoff dude from 1979, WOW, where did it all really
begin?
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DECEMBER
10, 2015,
THURSDAY
AFTERNOON AT 2:13,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 76 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-77/L-64).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 79%, AND IT FEELS LIKE 79.
WIND
IS N AT 5, WITH A TINY GUST TO 6.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.
My Global Audience in a Shade Ratio:
MOUNTAINPEN
AND SHERIFF K. J. MASCARA
Yes
I am alive, and still me; Mildred Young!!!
HEAVENLY
BODIES OF ALL TYPES, ARE LOVELY TO GAZE AT, AND
THAT IS IT.
NO
ONE WILL EVER GET ME OFF OF THIS PLANET,
AND YOU HAVE ALL MY RESPECT, NASA; FOR
TAKING SUCH A DARE,
WHEN ALL YOU NEED TO GO ANYWHERE, IS TO REALIZE YOU ARE ALREADY
THERE; OR BETTER PUT PERHAPS, YOU
ARE NOT REALLY EVEN HERE TO BEGIN WITH.
TALK ABOUT FLUIDITY AND LIQUIDITY, IN BOTH CAPITALISM, AND
AUERONAUTICS, YO KIND FOLKS!!!
My
teacher at Cooley Hall, or one of the Wormhole Crew, had my number,
after that trip to the Empire State Building with lovely Taffy, her
great niece or some similar family relation. Boy did that teenager
want me with a dam passion. Holy JEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!
Would
you go blow away with your sayings, oh lovely latengrate Donna Adrian
Gaines Summer, PWEEEEEEEEEEEEZE???
THANK
YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
got into the mother fuckiGN hellevator, and that illegal pig was
getting off as I was getting on, who was all in on swiping
practically my entire apartment, along with his pop, and
the cleaning lady girlfriend transdimensional terrorist,
from
prior reported blogs.
Then
the dam hellevator stopped on every dam floor going down
except
for maybe one;
and
it first went up to pick up someone,
and
then came back down!!!!
Many spurious characters seemed to be in on it, and I would say that
this was just dumb luck, if
not for the fact that this
was only how this fuckiGN shit all began,
and it just kept growing worse and worse, mother fuckiGN
exponentially, YO!!!!!!!!!
Some slut pushes her way right into the hellevator as I am trying to
exit it, AGAIN, lots of dam fun around here, when I sdid finally
mother fuckign manage to get to the ground floor, YO. I inserted a
tape the wrong way and the tape fucked up, in my military-struck car
stereo system for playing AM-FM-Tapes. I fixed it all, but it was
total hell. Assholes were literally in my way everywhere that I
fucking went, onto the streets heading for my drug store, after
exiting my dam parking lot. All sorts of assholes were just
everywhere, and all fuckiGN with me, like nothing I have seen in
these super-bad-magnetics and personal covert assaults on me, in a
very long mother fucking time, BRAH!!!!!!!!!!
I
said to myself, “Mark
you
fuckiGN asshole;
you're just wasting your time, with
your dam ass magnetics this bad,
trying to pick up your dam meds today, maybe you should try again
tomorrow”.
But I kept trekking and trudging onward, and I'm glad that I did, as
even though the lies are long and the lady who knows me and handles
me so that I can get everything on the dame day, normally in a half
hour, was not there but out to lunch, However it went smoothly and
also, after ten minutes or so, she returned from her lunch break, and
I knew I'd be OK no matter what. She has my six, lads and lassies. I
make sure I have the other dam eleven numbers; my kind
folks!!!!!!!!!!!
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Lovely
late Donna; it will most definitely be all right, in the morning
light.
ALL
SAVANTS KNOW THIS ONE, ''THE END''.
ENDANGERING
ENDocrinologists???
Wow,
CUZZ Don. You and me and lovely Leticia Tilley all know that's a big
ass laugh, huh money-man?????????????????? We also know a little bit
about time, and you may just have me pegged, so why stop denying some
of th edam shit you know very well was done, as you my buddy, are my
biggest fucking project. Mommy and Moomy Deaest need to insert their
little fuckign shit right about now, huh Digit-Boy (DJT)?????? BOY OH
BOY OH BOY!!!!!
|
Mohr,
Mark Wayne, 1954-
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PAu000204016
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1980
|
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.
|
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SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT;
as for me, a big fat heart wrecking hamburger'll do just fucking
fine; YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOW
WHO CAN SAY NO TO THE GAP WALMART STORE, WITH DELICIOUS SHIT LIKE
THIS AND THE BERRIES, AND JUST THINK, NO DAM HYPERSPACE SHIT, JUST
THE GREAT FOOD ENJOYMENT. HI WALMART PLURALS
PINK CLUB, GIRL!!!!!!!!!
Hey
pretty babies, I've got bones to pick with you and the Sampler
Vocoder Technical Music peeps!
I
copyrighted my LOST LOVE song originally in 1977, Congressman Andrews
sang it, and the version of this is still right up there in
Washington, at the great and powerful (GAP_ United States Copyright
Office. Also, Donna's great version in 1980, of that same song, “LOST
LOVE”, you asshole BEEGEE GIBB brothers; is also up there in the
GAP U.S. © Office, YO!!! And no matter how you wanna' fuckign spin
the dam discs and vinyls, it is still MY MOTHER FUCKIGN SONG, YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am going down to J-BIRD street, to hear the little birdies going
tweet-tweet-tweet, silly future, silly future, tweet,
Oh
my rockin' Robin, are you really gonna' rock tonight, YO?
A
right side fucking death angel is striking me at 3:09 Post Meridian,
YO dogs!!!!!!!!
KEEP
READING ALONG.
The
Bum
Classification,
CHAPTER
000
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
I said, and now reiterate because it's of major dam importance: Using
the Fascitar, and having the knowledge of where to go, once you
apparently seem to wake up into PLANK, or (the purgatory), astral or
spiritual existence, of thought equals instantaneous reality
duplication; is step one. Step two is when you are on the
Astral-Plane, your very first thought needs to be, I wish to be with
the Almighty Goddess in the capitol city (heaven) (GOD) or however
any one of you reading these words is more comfortable saying it; and
when correctly mastered, which takes the average man or woman or
teenager, about one to two weeks of three days a week practice; you
will get your mind blown so far that it will not ever be what it was
before you went.
Here
is the magical FASCITAR. What people don't get is just how powerful
this shit really and truly is. If I tried to charge $1,000.00 to send
these instructions to you, printed on super fancy U. S. mint type of
paper and printed on some wild brew of ink, you would all say it was
valuable. That is how fuckiGN stupid people of Planet Earth are. I am
giving away the fuckign mint, and most everyone alive is saying,
“screw you Mountainpen”! Well, I am still giving it away. Even
the great Mizz Know-It-All from 1974 only knew part of this. The
final part is never printed or wasn't, not in 1969 when new copies
were retrieved from a lost Mayan culture from the stars, or some
other crap the AAT Club might dream up. I already know there is only
one world that counts, and anything else is a bunch of illusion and
shit.
Lay
down on a flat comfortable surface, and be sure it is dark and quiet.
If you need to wear a blindfold and put ear-buds in with some white
noise repeating looped sound track, do it. It is best to be
unclothed, but 'whatever' to quote my old 1975 pal, Bob Andrews!
Those living alone or in any situation where they can do this in a
private room, dark and quiet, will receive the best and quickest
successful results. But don't lose hope when it won't happen on your
first try. I don't know one dam Tibetan Guru who got it oon their
first try. You only need to actually DO two steps. The first part of
the four things you need to do, as well as the fourth; merely need to
be mastered by repetition. For those who know of and practiced stuff,
such as what you'll find in Robert Monroe's great book on the subject
of 'astral-projection', throw away all the shit you think you know
about this topic, and merely begin all over again as though this is
all totally new to you. His stuff may or may not work for various
people, but I assure you that you will not be able to accomplish the
results that the Fascitar will bring to you, once you master its
unfathomable secret, and develop this quite outlandish skill.
STEP
ONE OF FOUR:
You
need to feel divinely blissful.
In order to do this, while laying motionless in your dark quiet
solitude; you
must learn to daydream.
Even people such as me, with rotten lives, can daydream. All of us no
matter what, have something somewhere, that pretending this is
surrounding you; would make you feel almost giddy and high, naturally
of
course. Don't confuse this with step-2, as things may appear similar,
but they are not really. Each step needs to be done. You must follow
this to an exact tee, no cheating, and no exceptions to the rule. So
find something in
your life that totally tops your number ten list
for
things you look back on and go, 'Oh shit was that mind bending cool
and wonderful, squared'! Fixate on that thing that is a ten with a
double bullet in your cap, and pretend it is all around you. When I
did this, I used my times at the Atlantic City beaches in 1969, when
Ziggy and I enjoyed swims, and talks together; and had a really cool
time. This is not done over and over as the next step item I talk
about needs to be done. This instead is done but once, but you keep
doing it until you almost feel a tingling sensation, from the happy
feelings pulsating throughout you. If you do this right, and wasn't
born in prison or hell, and find the right thing in your life to
remember; you will get that divine blissful feeling of ecstasy, and
without using stupid sixty hippie drugs to get there. Once you reach
the end of step-1, we move onto step two.
STEP
TWO OF FOUR:
This
is where you operate a two-part instruction system that may seem
ridiculous and stupid. Following it precisely however; is key to your
success in becoming a skilled user of Fascitar. Choose a person or
place that you wish to visit. Yes, I told you this would seem to be a
lot like step-1. It isn't. It needs to be followed very carefully.
You need to do it ten times, so don't make the daydream real long
with a million twists and turns like in some James Bond thriller.
Keep it reasonably simple. Visualize your spirit essence sort of
oozing out of your body as if an elephant were to step on a very
large tube of toothpaste. After this, and have your road map clear in
your mind, begin your journey. Remember this must be run like a tape
in your mind, and the precise number of ten repetitions is pivotal
for making this work. When I used to do this after my mom brought
home this wild information from her office, I would choose a person
to visit and tell them to call me on the telephone. I did this with
two people, and they both called me. This is real folks, not some
parlor trick game. Don't mess with this unless you truly want to
prove to yourself that life and death is a big hoax, and that your
true self is not contained in your current physical housing or shell,
(body). So whatever it might be, keep it about 30-90 seconds long,
but concentrate hard, and don't mock this thing, because if you do it
correctly and take it seriously, you'll be in for the shock of your
life that you don't need any fucking illegal drugs like LSD or any of
it, to take mind bending trips outside of ordinary reality, and see
the results even, should you wish to, as did I. Again I stress that
you need to do this ten times, not 8, not 9, not 11, not 12, BUT
TEN TMES! Once
you reach the end of step-2, we move onto step three.
STEP
THREE OF FOUR:
This
also is a rote item, where you must do the following thing, exactly
6 TIMES.
This
is where you command your astral body, silently in your mind, to
leave you in several hours, and go and do what you just imagined,
whatever that may have been. You are totally free to change that up
each time you practice this procedure, but you must stay with this
exact 'trip' in each individual practice session. You are free to
command your astral-body to leave you and go on that
imagined-journey, in 3 hours, or 2, or 4, or whatever you personally
feel comfortable with, but the idea is that you need an hour to fall
asleep and be asleep physically, minimum, and then, depending on if
you are a light sleeper who never sleeps without waking up much past
3 hours, you need to adjust the timing to your own personal needs and
physical habits, based on your sleep habits, bladder weakness, and
other situations. Once
you reach the end of step-3, we move onto step four.
STEP
FOUR OF FOUR:
This
is that magic part that I will give you from a lot of personal
experience. It won't be found in any mystery-texts from Mayan ruins
to the mountains of Tibet, or anywhere on this planet. I promise you
that. Most if not all people who succeed in this occult exercise,
will wake up into a waking-freeze state. Your muscles freeze up when
you dream, because if they didn't, you would have a high probability
of injuring yourself in your body while having nightmares, at various
points of your life. Some people can have limited mobility as they go
in-between dream and waking states, and many a spouse has the black
eye to prove that, unless wife dear or hubby boy is using the excuse
to belt his or her significant other and get away with it. Still, all
joking aside; I'll move on. This exercise will eventually cause you
to wake up asleep. This is when your original trip that you may or
may not remember with your conscious mind, has ended; but you now are
in 100% absolute control over a new trip and dream, and you can enter
hyperspace from that point, or move off the physical hyperspace, and
onto the ASTRAL-PLANE (the Purgatory). You can do this at will, and
you will have no trouble whatsoever doing this, IF that is, you are
aware of what is happening to you at this magical point, and can
properly take control and keep calm, because numerous things will
happen to most people who do this, and end up awake in a dream in
their bed. While awake in this dream, you will see your room clearly,
and it will appear to move in two parts, almost like windshield
wipers in a car. You also will hear a buzzing wine type of sound,
that is almost nauseating. You may feel your heart go faster, and
then just stop abruptly, but this is a pure illusion. You don't need
to have a beating heart, to be dreaming. A doctor will disagree, but
they cannot grasp the higher stuff that is being talked about in
these instructions. My point however to all of this is that you need
to get past the fear. You will experience a blast of fear like
nothing you can imagine, because mortal life is all we remember when
we are inside of it, and we think we are dying or dead in this wild
new condition, along with sounds and visions that become very scary
to even the biggest cons in the prison yards. They fear dying just
like all of you do. But
you MUST GET BEYOND THAT FEAR
to
make the Fascitar work for you. This is the really powerful part and
step, because getting to the mountaintop so to speak is great, but
not if after we get there, someone steals our shoes and our coat and
we must turn back and go home. When you reach the point where you can
wake up frozen, and then instead of commanding your higher self
(astral-body) to go somewhere, which in truth nothing ever really
goes anywhere, as we are not even here to begin with; but don't try
tackling that crap right now folks; but when you reach that point,
this is when you need to just will yourself and see yourself on the
ASTRAL-PLANE. I don't even will myself there first and then to any
particular interaction there in the purg. I will myself from my bed,
straight into the great capitol city of Sahasra Dal Kanwal, or
(HEAVEN) by your religious systems. Now I am not saying that doing
this won't totally alter your life. Even big Oprah Winfrey knows that
it does, and had a lady on her show, back when she had her show on
network-television, in the middle nineteen-nineties. She'll remember
this lady if you ask her about this, and then show her these words of
Fascitar. I know 95% of my audience are big shots who know her well.
Go ahead, put me to the test, and see if I fail your credibility
meter!
HA-HA-HA-HA,
MIKE MCNULTY, YO!
The
Fascitar was for all I know, the inventionm of the greatr mother,
many of you know her as MARY, but Exploratron Patty-Paula is a little
big largfer than any of you are clued into here, folks, YO. I think
Mary invented the Fascitar, but I cannot prove it, so to quote Mister
Herman Munster from the middle fucking nineteen-sixties, YO; “I'll
just sit here like a good whittle boy, and keep my whittle mouth
shut”!
Let's
all try and stay calm, peaceful, and serene, YO!
MEGAHELL
ON
STEROIDS,
CHAPTER
0000
GUESS—-GUESTS---GAMES---SARAH
KRASSLE---ESS,
or the great and powerful (GAP) Exploratronic
Supermind
Society!!!!!!!!!!
Just
in case you don't yet know, sure there is a god almighty and there is
a Satan-devil. But god ain't white bearded, a guy, or sitting on a
dam fucking throne with some asshole on each side of 'him'. Satan the
devil has no pitch fork, no horns, and definitely, give me a fucking
break, NO TAIL! His only tail is that dumb tale. This power exists,
and it is real. It is not some silent dead cosmos out there. This
force is cosmos, it has two sides to its coin, and it chooses
different players inside itself to play all sorts of wild incredible
games with. BUTTTTTT,
when it is all said and done;
from
nuclear war, to meteor strikes wiping out large animals sixty-five
million years ago, and again
with that 65number,
but
all of it, GAMES---GAMES---GAMES;
AND
HERE IS ANOTHER
GAME,
called symbolism!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
also really is more than just a 401 Virginia Avenue water company, in
Atlantic City, and a Santa
Claus; as he helped me move one day from one apartment into another,
along with the powerful lovely PATTY, but
still, Briscoe,
I
wish you were my personal fucking detective,
Lenny old “L&O” pal, 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! You
really made sure you got the tape recorder, and the dog, huh lovely
PINK GODDESS of pluralities?
THE
ENDANGERING, THEoretical and relative's and trips taken as a boy.
WOW, will I ever run out of tag titles for my dam ass blogs,
Congressman RAW????
WHAT
NEXT, LOVELY JUJU?????????
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.
No
more funny tricks, Mister Mechanic, YO!!!
Now
I admit that Thursday, a couple hours after that horrible shit in
Cali, the markets went down for the day, and for all I know they were
down and came up; but I don't know, and so I won't say. That is just
fair, and I am fair, and play by the rules of fair, as otherwise; who
would I ever be, to talk about those who don't, for crissake? But the
very next day after a big drop, all the losses were made up,
+++PLUS+++ nearly another hundred points of profit were gained. Now
AGAIN, we have a stock market that is responding +++POSITIVELY+++ to
terrorism, and that makes me more nervous than any fucking terrorist
ever could, with all their dam weapons and horror.
I said after the attack a couple of weeks back, in Paris France, the
very same thing. WHY IS THE DOW JONES RACING UP A THOUSAND POINTS
AFTER TERRORISM, it is not normal, it goes against 150 years of
trading history, and it PROVES to anyone not totally fucking
brain-dead, that something is going on here, and it ain't fuckign
good one little tiny ass bit, YO. It seems that WALL STREET, by its
very own trading behavior, is responding favorably to terrorism. If
you can argue back with me on this, then do it. Comment, you
buttwipes, but if you choose not to, then I am going to assume that
you agree or you are major major Milituforce Enemies to Mountainpen
and Morianity. The ONLY THING THAT RATIONALLY EXPLAINS WHAT IS
HAPPENING NOW AFTER TWO HORRENDOUS TERROR ATTACKS FOLLOWED BY SUPER
BULL MOVING STOCKS ON FUCKING WALL STREET, is that I AM RIGHT, and
that this has nothing at all to do with national, or global events;
or anything that used to apply, in some real world of my NON-HELL,
ever since 15 August of 1986; when my life turned a major and
inconceivable Pat
Robertson Hurricane Talker Cornerstone
or
for short, a (PRHTC)
and
that these moves on Wall Street are NOTHING other than what I,
Mountainpen, have claimed for a solid ten years on these blogs;
United
States Attorney General;
a technology that is
super black covert hushed up majestic level top secret classified,
ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY,
is indeed being used
on poor Mark Wayne Mohr,
and has been for 30 solid years;
and
this is the result, and the effect, of this being done; a
market that went from 1800
or
so points, to over
18,000
or
so points. That is not the standard amount of annual gain from the
time these markets were created, up through August
15, 1986.
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTT, people; after August
15, 1986
through
present times; the new-normal,
as
some are using this new P.C. terminology within the framework of our
new age issues, such as GW- meteorological, and gun violence, and
other things that are part of the third millennium; is so far from
the 'old-normal', it is silly to pretend that there is a zero percent
chance that I am anything but insane and crazy, and a 100% chance
that I am, and that all of this shit is crap. But
still,
to
quote Detective Lenny Briscoe, I doubt I have one person on the
fucking planet, convinced of this powerful and unfathomable truth!!!!
Someday
soon folks, IF I AM RIGHT; just where will some of you be?
Face
reality you jerk offs, I won't live forever. I am dying now, and
fast; and I won't be here another nine hundred fuckiGN years. When
I am gone, the Milituforce is going to be mother fucking desperate
for replacement-me's. They probably have already been experimenting
on some of you without your awareness to it,
so that it will begin with you, as
soon as I kick the Christ off.
You
can laugh at me now, and think you will all escape this shit. And
folks, you are wet in the head, and a lot of you will be targeted or
someone who you know and love will be targeted.
Whoever thought in a million fuckiGN years, that we would have mass
shootings more than once per day? But 2015 came in, and we are not
moving towards it, but are long into it; and
it is indeed more than one per day, by the definition on a mass
shooting,
and
all of this information is Google-available, so click on folks. Don't
ever take me at my word when you don't have to. The problem here is
that you have to, when
it comes to this ICPE-APE deal.
So all I beg of you, is to honor my name by not cursing me out, when
all this fuckiGN shit comes to fruition, within a decade or less; and
your
lives are turned into a mother fuckiGN hot ass living hell nightmare,
that you'll find absolutely no recourse for, or any possible fuckiGN
escape from. The fucking dirt bag Milituforce
just struck me with a WORD-DISAPPEARING-HACK at 10:34 Post Meridian.
This is back again, Federal
Bureau of Investigation,
meaning that things
are real fuckiGN bad and only going to get worse.
I too have learned through these three decades of total fuckiGN hell,
kind FBI; to do profiling, statistical analysis, and much more.
You
guys and gals ain't the only one who the good fucking Lord handed out
brains to, YO!!!!!!! My best to Agent Steve Caruso, of Austin, Texas,
USA, BRO!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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