GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 68
These
mother fucking maintenance people are driving me up a mother fucking
wall, and that has to be what is going on here now for two solid
mother fucking weeks! It is as bad all over
again, as when the dam fucking new doors were put up, banging and
drilling all over the place. I suppose a
lot of new mother fuckers are out and old ones gone, hey Sheriff sir,
no one will ever tell me one mother fuckiGN thing around this god dam
miserable dump, and hey sir, I only god dam ass live here,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!! I pay my rent every month on time for five
years, and try to never cause anyone a problem in any way, but you
know how it goes kind sir, Mark the god dam bad guy!!!!!!!!
JANUARY
21, 2016,
DAY
AFTERNOON AT 10:32,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 68 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-68/L-53).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 61%, FEELING LIKE 68.
WIND
IS ESE AT 2, GUSTIMG SLIGHTLY TO 10.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.
Nightmares
all night, and noise and hell and feeling like mother fuckign dogshit
all day, real fun!!!! I never did one thing to deserve this mother
fuckign cunt eating shit, Sheriff sir, and Attorney General ma'am, YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
Now
who's fucking cock sucking kidding who. The
great and powerful JAMES T. BURR would say
that
I am the bag guy in all of this.
He would preach to you that “I
got involved in the occult, and God is now allowing SATAN to punish
me”.
How anyone in this world of advanced science can buy into this hocus
mother fuckiGN pocus Frisbee twilight zone bullshit, totally amazes
me. But then, I have been a victim of Christianity all of my life
also, being raised extremely staunch and austere with very rigid
values in that areas, sort of along the lines of the L&O
character Jack McCoy and his Saint Ignatius Catholic nuns as a school
boy, tormenting him, and causing him to feel the way he does about
spiritual fucking bullshit. Hey, hold your dick cum swallowing horses
now Nellie Girl, YO. I didn't say there is not some FAWCE out there,
as all of my cunt chewing fucking life, I
HAVE BEEN A VICTIM OF THIS ''SOMETHING OU THERE SOMEWHERE SHIT'',
and I know it is totally real. I just refuse to see this biblical
Satan/God fucking shit!!!
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KEYBOARDS
FROM PETAHELL ® 1980
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
PINK
GODDESSES
MORNING
LIGHTS
DESTRUCT
SWITCHES
GARY
MITCHELLS
AND
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Have
yourselves a merry little day, all Merry's out there, and all else,
YO! How can you worry about your dam job,
Copyright examiners of 2008? I love you Eddie
Green, you've got a dam heart, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Also
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OH
GEEEEE-WILIGARS;
the mighty Doctor
Harold Camping said it all;
OH
MY. You and I don't fool the Almighty Lordess Jehovah Stacey
Krassle with our cute clever non swearing lingo. Darn means dam,
heck means hell, gash and golly are GOD, Jeese and gee and gee wiz
and gee willagars is all JESUS, Shoot and shucks is shit, fudge
and freak and fook, and a dozen others, are all FUCK, and so
forth. What; you seriously think that you are outsmarting Almighty
GODDESS Jehovah? Let me go YUK-YUK-YUK, and a dozen or so “Oh
MY'S”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
THIS
IS A PHONY DUPLICATION, AND BECAUSE THAT LADY STOLE MY COPYRIGHT
FORM, I CANNOT EVEN PRINT UP THE PAULA KING REGISTRATION
NUMBER!!!!!!!!!
So
you all know by now that hell for me, is indeed fixed in stone and
fire, or HIFISAF for a shortened abbreviation.
'HIFISAF'
HELL
IS
FIXED
IN
STONE
AND
FIRE
CHAPTER
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There's
a new kid in town, I don't want to hear it, there's a new kid in
town, I don't want to hear it. Not in 1978, not in 2015, not on
WAYV, not on WFMU, and not in the great King Residence either, YO
peeps!
I
also don't mother fuckiGN want to hear jerk off dirt ball
Morty-Mortino the Death Angel on my left side, at two minutes past
dam ass midnight!
So
is it, “Make the world go away” or “Fly away”? Lots of great
songwriters from Mister Paul SPR Pedersen to all of the gramophone
winners of the music bizz, have given their opinions and philosophies
concerning shit like this for many decades of modern day ages
following the great masters of yesteryear. Still and all, monarch
butterflies are indeed extremely beautiful.
THERE
IS NO WAY THAT TOM REALE, IN JULY OF 1970, WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT
UPSET, THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS; IF
HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT;
AND
WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE (GAP) GREAT AND POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY/PEEFOREY!!!!!!!!!!
Hello,
alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am
ZERANNISS
ARTHUR YANCY JONES,
from
Dogtown,
and then Sahasra
Dal Kanwal;
thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJKK.
The problem all along folks, is that all the while, her family who
hates me on the Astral-Plane because I dare to love this Almighty
Goddess, in ways that mortals are not supposed to; and as a result,
things for me get ''dreamed-down here in the hyperspace waking and
non-waking realities, where I am being monstrously mistreated and
viciously abused by them, in their hyperspace-equivalent
entity-self-persona's, and some if not the vast majority of these,
all reside in or surrounding and near, the mighty playground of the
planet, AKA ATLANTIC
CITY, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG!
When I moved on May 1, 1980, into 1802 Robin Hill, you have all heard
me discuss the wild two ''DREAMING-INTERACTIONS'',
first the LOVE
IS FOR CARPENTERS
deal where SSJKK sings this incredible song to me and when I come out
of this experience, I knew that I always knew this person, endlessly
and eternally, and yet the song could only be remembered in a couple
of tiny bursts, and from this it was recreated, with some help from
Tom Glenn who went onto do a lot of work with the National Football
League; mighty powerful Jessica Simpson, WEEEEEEEEEEE!
The
second interaction was a couple of months or so later on, with the
magical black cat, Gawky
Gaukauk who meowed the lottery number that was to come out that
evening in the famous Pennsylvania Pick-it Lottery, a relatively new
invention, as lotteries were around less than a decade back then, huh
Mister Morgan Collins,
and if you don't raise the roof or Mister Kings dogs, then maybe,
just maybe sir, I won't raise the rent on my Flower Wing! You can
tell Diana's GAP brother that I said so. But during the time
in-between these two nocturnal events, the LOIS FOCA and the GAGA,
for a quick way of putting this; I entered a contest, and sent my two
disco dance tunes to a radio station in Trenton, and called myself,
“Dynamite Sound”, 'Stomin' Normin' and Colin, not Cuzz POW! I had
no way of knowing that this TAWF CLAN from hell was in the BIZZ, and
had even bigger plans to get into the music bizz, back then.
BUTTTTTTTTT, Mister War-Hero Levy dynamite resourceful family
branches all notwithstanding here; when I sent that, mister
Inductatherm Allberries Pedersen, I feel that a major time warp was
not breached at all as my Cuzz Trumpie believes. It is all way more
logical than all this fuckiGN time travel horse shit, YO, and IPYT,
you all's out here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe traveling physically
in time outside the normal speed we all pass forward through it is
not part of any of this, but there is another wild thing, and perhaps
much wilder and more surreal than even this. First, before I go on
further, I am man enough to admit my errors, and even take back and
retract shit when I am wrong. When I enlarged the J-Picture Element
Graphic of the WAYV, I realized that I had misspoken regarding being
hacked and having the Trenton frequency number removed. It was only
printed on the J-PEG, not in any of the shit below on the chart that
I paste-copied into my blog, sorry about that. When I am wrong, I am
wrong, right Lenny Orbach Dirty-dance Briscoe????
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