GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 42
I
died and went to eternal hell in 1986, and I know it. My life
was never great by any stretch of the imagination. I never ever said
that it mother fucking was. Still, I'd be the biggest cock sucking
fool of them all if I did not admit that something happened to me
when I awoke from dreams, that were more bizarre than anything that
even I can hope to tell; on the fifteenth of August of 1986. I would
also be a huge fucking liar if I did not admit that what happened to
me on the fourth night in June of 1983 was not every bit as monstrous
and traumatic, the only difference being that one nightmare lessened
over months of time, while the other to this day has not, nor will it
ever. This is not being Twinbay-Negative, but merely realistic. To
jump off barns and wanting to be able to fly like Superman is one
thing, and then to actually do it as some have back when the show
began airing in the fifties, is a whole other ball of fucking wax. I
had a reasonably all right time, up until half past one yesterday
afternoon (Thursday). I was lied to again, or maybe, it is not that I
am being lied to all of my life by the same people, who would make me
suffer excruciating agony, should I ever in any way be less than
totally honest with them every second of any day; but they are
suddenly becoming indwelt with their doppelganger from a parallel
universe, controlled totally by the Exploratronic Supermind Society,
and this no matter how far out it may sound to anyone, is the only
way of explaining a lifetime of my interactions with humanity, here
as Mark Huntington-Cursed Wayne Mountainpen Mohr. The most recent
example is being told by the nut-case clinic, that I would be able to
be maintained on present dosages of medications, to treat what they
call my anxiety, and I know as my mystery-medical-condition of
June-1983. Now I have to suffer through another reduction in my
generic-Ativan dosage. I won't lie to a soul. I was expecting this,
even though the very last time I was there, or possibly two visits
back, I was told that I would be able to maintain my dosages for this
as well as the other (non-narcotic-med) known as Bu-spar, or its
generic of BuSparone. I don't trust my enemies, and I would bet
double or nothing in a heartbeat, the entire Powerball Lottery
Jackpot on it, as I know I would before any taxes and other
reductions, be instantly worth 1.4 B-$. When you absolutely know
something, based on a lifetime of reality around you, even if
everyone everywhere scoffs and mocks and laughs; it changes nothing.
Five thousand Misses 1969 Marola's can argue the point with me for
all I care. Still, speaking of the lottery, this all fits into what
happened over at the nut case clinic, and so do zillions of other
complicated items. In all honesty, I wouldn't know where to start.
There are so many things that I wish to begin telling, that it makes
me fuckiGN cunt nauseous, just thinking of all of the typing ahead of
me, over the coming days and weeks.
This
changing reality around me, is way beyond just living in one
mother fucking universe, with everyone
lying to me all the time. It all began around the time that my
nightmare of August of 1986, did as
well. Now examining that, we conclude no other possibility here, than
this indeed must pertain to some transdimensional
fuckiGN shit. Why, you ask me? Well this is quite simple. This is
what the nightmare in 1986 was all about, my
spending about 153 days in a PARALLEL UNIVERSE, where I had
something happen to me, that effected my waking world life forever;
ever since awakening out of this, Mister
Hall, and your FAWCES; even if my life
did end seven years before the movie ever came out, back
in nineteen-seventy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
is no way in mother fucking hell, that I can experience an entire
lifetime of being this super screwed, 24-7-365.2422 for more than 61
cunt chewing fucking years, by some purely random outlandish set of
endless coincidences, and that's a guarantee, Mister Boxer Foreman,
John or George!!!
Sheriff;
I have to go to my whack job place today, up in Oven Beach. Whatever
you can do for me, will be much appreciated, as things have
deteriorated for me to the point where soon, all
fan shit will fly,
and we all are going to wish for that great clock turn back, that
seems to be the only thing Earthers understand. Screw it all up, you
know, and then sit around for years wishing to go back in time and
change shit!!!!
Sheriff;
I have to go to my whack job place today, up in Oven Beach. Whatever
you can do for me, will be much appreciated, as things have
deteriorated for me to the point where soon, all
fan shit will fly,
and we all are going to wish for that great clock turn back, that
seems to be the only thing Earthers understand. Screw it all up, you
know, and then sit around for years wishing to go back in time and
change shit!!!!
Sheriff;
I have to go to my whack job place today, up in Oven Beach. Whatever
you can do for me, will be much appreciated, as things have
deteriorated for me to the point where soon, all
fan shit will fly,
and we all are going to wish for that great clock turn back, that
seems to be the only thing Earthers understand. Screw it all up, you
know, and then sit around for years wishing to go back in time and
change shit!!!!
Sheriff;
I have to go to my whack job place today, up in Oven Beach. Whatever
you can do for me, will be much appreciated, as things have
deteriorated for me to the point where soon, all
fan shit will fly,
and we all are going to wish for that great clock turn back, that
seems to be the only thing Earthers understand. Screw it all up, you
know, and then sit around for years wishing to go back in time and
change shit!!!!
Sheriff;
I have to go to my whack job place today, up in Oven Beach. Whatever
you can do for me, will be much appreciated, as things have
deteriorated for me to the point where soon, all
fan shit will fly,
and we all are going to wish for that great clock turn back, that
seems to be the only thing Earthers understand. Screw it all up, you
know, and then sit around for years wishing to go back in time and
change shit!!!!
Click
the link above the advertisement, for lots of beautiful
lighthouse-images. WEEEEEEEEEE.
Yes
Mister Alan Wolf from 1966; you, Wilson Jessup, and I; had some
strange soul traveling experiences, regarding Tennessee Avenue, and
the great Trinity-Trinidad Hotel, of Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA.
And yes, right at that same spot, in July of 1997; I spoke words of
great truth but did not yet understand why I had spoken them; to John
the Greek, at his parking lot, right there at the Endicott-Tag Pink
Goddess Games Hotel. I said and I quote, “My
life ended in the year 1970”.
Yes, Mister Wolf, it did, and you are 100% correct my friend. But I
am not speaking to Allan, am I dear agents, and family, and
'whoever/whatever'----Congressman Oakangel Andrews????????????????
How many Bob Andrews' can live on Oak Street in Haddon Heights, at
the same time, Mister Genius Pedersen, for crying out loud?
My
dying declaration and dying utterance, is official. Also, Sheriff and
Attorney General, a new hack even after the WORDOCK MAGHACK, for the
past two blogs, my margins are being mother fuckign screwed with, in
total violation of my civil rights. Jane cuntweeds just fucking got
at me, at 6 cunt huffing of the clock this snot sucking Friday
morning, so I'll need to god dam cunt-phlegm-rape
(compensate)!!!!!!!!!!
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Oh
yes kind folks, things have been so bad, that you are not even
getting the daily reports of my errands, such as paying my rent,
going to the grocery store, and many other things this week alone.
Every mother fucking time I copy anything, the margin is being hacked
and altered to be all fucking weird and fucked up, Bob McDowell,
FCC!!!
These
rat bastard clit licking lowlife scum suckers just won't leave me
alone for a cock eating moment. THIS IS THANX-2-GIVENS
HOLIDAY-HELLIDAY MOTHER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE AT ITS HEIGHT AND ZENITH,
CUBED, AND MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' TOTALLY CUBAN!!!
Remembering
things from DREAMS in real super clear order, is done by adding more
and more mini-stages or mini-stepped-controllers, as many parallel
universe inhabitants who are indeed way more advanced in both time
and technology than we here are, all know this to be. They can pull
you into their dreams to get knowledge from us, and this is done to
secret agents a lot, and I am not aloud to discuss more about this,
but it has to do with the original STAR TREK
MOTION PICTURE and the V-GER VOYAGER probe, and how my dad knew all
about major shit, from 1974, four full years before this great
production was more than a “thought in the minds of some
Hollywooders”!
People,
my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!!
People,
my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!!
People,
my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!!
People,
my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!!
People,
my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!!
People,
my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!!
People,
my life totally fucking S---U---C---K---S!!!
With
or without any pirate jokes, magical chanting from Steve, or
wonderful know-it-all knowledge from the great Patty-Paula, allow me
please to inform you, regarding some very valuable dam information;
great people out there!!! Thank you so much.
JANUARY
8, 2016,
FRIDAY
MORNING, AT 6:14,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 62 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-63/L-60).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 62%, WIND CHILL IS 55.
WIND
IS MOSTLY CALM AND NORTH.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---1.
So
my father seemed to know quite a lot of people connected in with EW,
as I told before on numerous blogs when my blog-project was new in
the early third of this now solid ten year project. He had some shit
with him in his first of those two visits in the middle seventies,
that he could not have had if he did not know some really wild people
in entertainment circles. I know he did something that he shouldn't,
and got someone really pissed the fuck off. I don't have details,
Sheriff K. J. M. sir, but I will before all of this is said and done,
kind sir. IPYT!!!
****WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW****
The
reason the ESS does what it does is about the only god dam thing
that Morianity hasn't totally figured out, but I do know it is
just a big fucking game to them. There is no big importance to
anything, no one cares about saving humanity, and this entire
thing is just a huge ass fuckign dream off of the god dam fucking
purgatory or Astral-Plank-Realm!
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If
anyone can find me PEE,
it was my genius
daughter, WOW!
I
will be dead and gone before too much longer, and have decided to
commit fucking suicide by cutting my wrists in the fucking bath tub.
When I am no longer here to be picked on and fucked with, the entire
planet will begin to totally fuckiGN self destruct. Laugh now mother
fucking jerk offs. I know I am telling the truth to you all, and your
laughter won't drown out the truth.
END
TRANSMISSION.
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