GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 115
ROACHES-ROACHES-ROACHES-ROACHES
ROACHES-ROACHES-ROACHES-ROACHES
ROACHES-ROACHES-ROACHES-ROACHES
ROACHES-ROACHES-ROACHES-ROACHES
ROACHES-ROACHES-ROACHES-ROACHES
BOY
DOES MOTHER FUCKING PUBLIC HOUSING SUCK A BIG FAT
COCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
nearly full moon as always, is all fucking cunt covered up with
chem-clouds, or as Bob Andrews used to say all the time back in 1975,
'whatever'. I woke up to two roaches crawling all over my fucking
cunt arms, and was not sleeping well to begin with as many nights I
do not sleep more than an hour or two on this extremely low dosage of
anti-anxiety that the medical dirt bags have me on. Yesterday was
pretty quiet. I did wake up Friday from wild fuckiGN hyperspace
interactions with many of my Atlantic City rotten enemies. It
involved my songs, the great waterworks shithole company, and some
strange people who worked at the water company who wanted me to send
a song I had recently written in that parallel universe, to them at
the water company address. It was a complicated interaction and it
was not in localized hyperspace, but way more distant. Any time you
are able to run in long wild leaps or totally fly in the air, you are
in a parallel universe where those around your double (doppelganger)
whom you are dreaming through, can interact with the true force of
MIND in what is known as STM (Space-Time-Mind), permitting this type
of activity. This was one of those places, as after I was told to
send this new song to the water company address in care of this man
who I was speaking to, at the very same location where Sarah sang
Love Is For Carpenters to me back in June of 1980, and this being the
boardwalk area at the top of the Tennessee Avenue on-ramp to the
boardwalk, right outside of the Frailenger's Salt Water Taffy Store.
BIO
STATS AS OF JULY 24, 2014
Like
who fucking cares, Sir Trump Winn?
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WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Ladies
and gentlemen, Sarah is not gay, and saying her name twice, or some
similar pronunciation; is not going to change the truth about quantum
parallel realities!!!!!!!!!!!
I
do not have to wait for twenty-twenty-nine to hear certain wild
songs, or cut and paste things into a blog, Ed and Chris. How about
those deers, magazine articles, and guard reports, AC. Bill said,
''Mark, you spit in the guy's cereal''. I said, ''What Bill, I didn't
do anything''? He then said to me, ''Oh yes you did, he saw you
writing that report''. Oh Lordess, should I worry about getting
myself shot, or maybe my pals, the EWF Lewis's will come over with
DEEZY, and all of them can lift me up and tell me I don't like them.
You know what, maybe I don't like all these folks so much, but I wish
them all well. This is their world, and I just want to get out of
here, Mister Callas!!!!!!!! Hey Lenny McKinnon YO, don't die on me,
bitch. I've only just fucking begun for crying out loud; Steve
Delmarco!
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
ALL
YOU HAVE TO DO IS CLICK RIGHT NEXT TO THOSE LITTLE FREAKING BULLETS.
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Not
boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly
say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived
here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with
awareness.
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Gone
with the wind, the winds of war, time travelers from
our future
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You forgot your
mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?
An
angry mother.
Also,
a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR, AND HIS BLOG, 2006-2016
This
entire computer nonsense is for the birds. Folks want to remain way
to secretive, and to me, it is silly and stupid, like we are all 6
year olds playing spies and agents. This is not James Bond, this is a
real world, and I am going to be rapping all of this up. I have NO
SECRETS!
Very
soon, I am going to throw away every electronic machine in my
apartment, including this computer. These are all TOOLS OF SATAN, and
I refuse to play HIS SICK TWISTED GAMES.
WOW,
''I'm impressed'', Aunt Geraldine Cuss-word Groundhog! Yeah, Gadfly,
I hear there is a price on his head, along with Zimmy; good. Who
needs roadkill and murderers all around us when there are enough
tears and fears and jeers lurking all around us and our loved ones?
The
past nights have been filled with wild dreams about both of my
daughters, and many things from my past, in many parts of the
multiverse. My
distant cousin knows what I am saying when I say this for the record.
I've got your number, cuzz. Some of this worked out really ashame for
both of us, as you ended up right all along, just in reverse, and all
the others in town are too scared of the MILITUFORCE to ever make any
real significant changes there in town. They know the terror. I do
too, and so do you. But I know now that you WOULD have the darn
testicles, to really come out and do some wild stuff that would just
possibly get things moving back on the track for all of us. OK, Queen
Irene, so it all happened, so did Doctor L&O Rogers propey
laugh-juice and the circus-suit giant man, and all of it. Yes, here
is why I did all of this, misses Gaines, OK? Because my Microsucks
Light-bulb Hacked Doppelganger inside me, got control of me, and
along with my great wonderful awesome cousin, we brought a lot of
things into this universe, even mixing certain things together, like
cooks in a kitchen. This is why I am taking it all apart, forever. I
have had it with Satan abnd his dam games. That's Y, Jimmy Burr, OK,
that is why, and give lovely Connie a big ass french kiss for me,
bud! Dear Journal-Diary, tape number 25718, I am not feeling well
today. I
feel like a ton of bricks, along with the ES Building in Manhattan,
has struck me down like a dog in the street. Gee, I wonder dog gone
why; world, and Hyundai Corporation, of the 2006 DUH-CLUB????
FEBRUARY
23, 2014,
SUNDAY
MORNING AT 1:15,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 68 DEGREES FNHT.
Sometimes
we are all put in a no choice deal, and end up judged by 12 or
carried by 12, as the old saying goes.
Oh
Paula King, you sure can sing
But
that don't mean much of anything
'Cause
what you did is quite well hid
We
all know why the world's a lie
FEBRUARY
20, 2016,
SATURDAY
MORNING AT 5:41,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 65 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-67/L-65).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 66%, FEELING LIKE 64.
WIND
IS SE AT 5, GUSTING SLIGHTLY TO 11.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES--- 0.
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KEEP
YOUR BIG MOUTH SHUT NOW, DONNA!!!
She
used to say, and I quote; “If you don't like cats and dogs and
kids, there's got to be something wrong with you somewhere”. I am
speaking of the world's great and now sadly late, disco diva, Mizz
Donna Gaines Summer!
If
this was a real world; some fuckiGN attorney, or somebody, would
contact me; verify all my mother fuckiGN 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 fuckiGN HELL, a very long fuckiGN cunt ass time ago; you
rotten old stinky world!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Folks,
this may not seem like some real bright shiny morning, and believe me
it isn't one for me and never fucking has been. Still, I know for a
fact that nothing just ever randomly happens in this life. All things
happen for a reason as well, and the reasons are every single little
bit as relative, as is the life that flows through bodies of clay
since time began and life dawned here on Planet Earth.
Beginning
at shortly past fuckiGN ten this morning, right around the same time
as yesterday's fire alarm, I have had to put up with some dirt bag
hammering again. They can always have an excuse to be doing or fixing
something, and I know it is not just happening outside of me and my
fucking problems with this cunt chewing stock market. The past two
days I have suffered through some really nasty fuckign bowel and
diarrhea attack as well. This fucking annoying hammering is
intermittent and is still going on at twenty past noon.
Yesterday
while on my shopping errands, I purchased several VHS movie tapes
over at the local GOODWILL store at the Virginia Avenue Shopping
Mall. One of these tapes was the Episode
#7 from the year 1987, of the STAR TREK, THE NEXT GENERATION TV show,
called “JUSTICE”.
This was one of the better ones, and they all
are great SYFY fiction shows, and were all done well. But I
did not buy and watch this for no reason. Suddenly, I see
how the Exploratronic Supermind
Society, indeed after being a part of this mind
boggling dream-force group, goes beyond just living as humans who are
no longer trapped in three dimensions. The very art and ability of
doing this, transforms them into the gods so to speak. The problem is
that I wonder if the chicken was what came first, or was it the egg;
or do they both spontaneously
burst
into fiery flames, for fucking crying out goddess
dam loud? Also, by the very nature of dream travel that opens up the
gateway past the original three dimensions, into the fourth and fifth
ones; would it even matter if A was before B, or if B was before A? I
certainly don't see how it would, oh great Paramount Picture Studios,
out there in Hollywood, California, USA! Think about it all!!!!
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Mark Wayne, 1954-
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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.
Everyone
in the galaxy can go fuck off if they want to doubt that all the shit
that went down around me back in 1980 was not all meant to happen,
and done by none other than PINK GODDESS HERSELF.
Now
why dream travelers went into the Roddenberry crew to create Star
Trek is anybody's guess, here in this 50 year anniversary of the
creation of this entire culture that evolved out of it. But these
trekkers who go to conventions and the biggest fans alike, are
clueless to how those who created it supposedly, are not really from
our present world or nearly present world of fifty years ago. The one
thing that seems to follow an unavoidable pathway through all of this
however, is that everything appears to be bored to tears advanced
beings who pass eternity by PLAYING MIND BLOWING FUCKING GAMES with
those who are less advanced than they are. This of course explains
their utter disdain and total monstrous fucking hatred for anyone
such as myself who gets truly onto them and what they do!!! I
personally find them quite fucking abominable and detestable, and I
promise them, with or without my mother in Atlantic City while we
were staying at the Bruce Manor Motel in the very early
nineteen-sixties, quite incorrigible as well, YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
They're being being set in their ways and the quintessential old dogs
unable to learn new tricks. I am onto more fucking shit than even the
great BFA are, IPYT folks.
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GAMES, GAMES
GAMES,
GAMES, GAMES
GAMES,
GAMES, GAMES
GAMES,
GAMES, GAMES
GAMES,
GAMES, GAMES
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be programmed into the equation, proving MORIANITY to be 100%
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CAN A LOT OF OTHER MOTHER FUCKING REALITIES. Just why is
wonderful Russia the largest global viewer of the Blogs Of
Mountainpen (BOM)? Why did Paula king and Sarah Callio do all of
these things to me in the 60's, and then again in the 90's? Why was I
meant to know about the three magical focal points of the great
Cooley Hall wormhole as well as receive the big audio prize at one of
them late in the year 1980? Why did Bob McDowell become the great
head of the FCC? Why did my baby mama rape me not once but four
times, and why did all of the events that followed, all go down?
Anyone following morianity for a minimum of three years let alone the
full decade of it now on two separate blog addresses, knows perfectly
well that these are merely highlighted top head lines in a list that
could proceed right on down the mother fucking line for pages and
pages and pages just like the questions that started it
all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
biggest game of all is what happened to me in hyperspace before I
awoke out of it to find myself in the following day on August 15,
1986, only it was not like any day or life I ever knew before it,
despite my life not exactly ever being the life of Mister Joe normal.
What really happened? Naturally I can play around with the facts for
a lifetime and have, and only be maybe if very lucky, one or two
percent on my way towards any real accuracy. BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
kind folks; knowing that one huge ass fucking GAME is behind these OZ
CURTAINS, along with the great PINK
GODDESS JEHOVAH KRASSLE, places me always a step or so ahead
of where I would be if I refused to see the big GAME behind all of
it. As horrible as th e fuckiGN shit is around me for a lifetime, I
can step back and see that many people would view a lot of my shit as
the ultimate laugh stop to cure anybody's bad mood. As great as the 3
Stooges are, I know for a fact that many a day and week and month in
my life, if made into a show by a professional fucking studio such as
Paramount who created Star Trek, it would blow the 3 Stooges
away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Horrible as my fucking shit ass life
is, I can take my life journal on cassette tape and go into
uncontrollable raucous laughter just by listening back to a tape made
during real serious fucking death sieges. I know, as I have done it;
sick and demented as this may fucking sound to any of you, YO BRAH!
END
TRANSMISSION.
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 113
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies on a
crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power.
Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13,
CG5555-QP17 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted
long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone
is colored RED. The
low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic
reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional),
(AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
MAGNESONIC, on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE,
PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be
transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P
As
soon as opening bell rang on Wednesday, it was siege on Mark Wayne
Mohr. A
fire alarm woke me out of my sleep, and then all day long it was
major aerial siege with death planes and death POISON
CHEMTRAILS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sheriff sir, this fucking shit on me has
been going on now since 15 August, back in 1986.
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
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ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
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ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
RED
ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
COME
ON SHERIFF MASCARA;
MY SPILLED BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS, MY
FRIEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
COME
ON SHERIFF MASCARA;
MY SPILLED BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS, MY
FRIEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
COME
ON SHERIFF MASCARA;
MY SPILLED BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS, MY
FRIEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
COME
ON SHERIFF MASCARA;
MY SPILLED BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS, MY
FRIEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
COME
ON SHERIFF MASCARA;
MY SPILLED BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS, MY
FRIEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
COME
ON SHERIFF MASCARA;
MY SPILLED BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS, MY
FRIEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me
and dirty dancing Lenny Briscoe, my dead fucking foot!!!!
Me
and dirty dancing Lenny Briscoe, my dead fucking foot!!!!
Me
and dirty dancing Lenny Briscoe, my dead fucking foot!!!!
Me
and dirty dancing Lenny Briscoe, my dead fucking foot!!!!
Me
and dirty dancing Lenny Briscoe, my dead fucking foot!!!!
Me
and dirty dancing Lenny Briscoe, my dead fucking foot!!!!
Me
and dirty dancing Lenny Briscoe, my dead fucking foot!!!!
Me
and dirty dancing Lenny Briscoe, my dead fucking foot!!!!
Me
and dirty dancing Lenny Briscoe, my dead fucking foot!!!!
Me
and dirty dancing Lenny Briscoe, my dead fucking foot!!!!
Me
and dirty dancing Lenny Briscoe, my dead fucking foot!!!!
Me
and dirty dancing Lenny Briscoe, my dead fucking foot!!!!
Me
and dirty dancing Lenny Briscoe, my dead fucking foot!!!!
Me
and dirty dancing Lenny Briscoe, my dead fucking foot!!!!
Me
and dirty dancing Lenny Briscoe, my dead fucking foot!!!!
At
mother fucking 20 past ten this Monday morning, out she went while
switching from a Music Channel to The Weather Channel. POOF, out it
went and when I tried to call Comcast Cable Company, it won't go
through to fucking shit. Some shit about circuits being busy and the
first time the recorded messages came on saying that I did not dial
correctly, so which one was it, NSA-TRUMP mother fucking dirt hole
shit licker???
At
mother fucking 20 past ten this Monday morning, out she went while
switching from a Music Channel to The Weather Channel. POOF, out it
went and when I tried to call Comcast Cable Company, it won't go
through to fucking shit. Some shit about circuits being busy and the
first time the recorded messages came on saying that I did not dial
correctly, so which one was it, NSA-TRUMP mother fucking dirt hole
shit licker???
At
mother fucking 20 past ten this Monday morning, out she went while
switching from a Music Channel to The Weather Channel. POOF, out it
went and when I tried to call Comcast Cable Company, it won't go
through to fucking shit. Some shit about circuits being busy and the
first time the recorded messages came on saying that I did not dial
correctly, so which one was it, NSA-TRUMP mother fucking dirt hole
shit licker???
At
mother fucking 20 past ten this Monday morning, out she went while
switching from a Music Channel to The Weather Channel. POOF, out it
went and when I tried to call Comcast Cable Company, it won't go
through to fucking shit. Some shit about circuits being busy and the
first time the recorded messages came on saying that I did not dial
correctly, so which one was it, NSA-TRUMP mother fucking dirt hole
shit licker???
I
know that you tried to come to me yesterday, Lightning, my endless
love. Our love is like a flower, baby-blond; it only can grow!!!
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MY BLOGS:
I
swear under penalty of perjury, Sheriff Mascara, that you are reading
a blog from a man dying of thyroid cancer, tortured to death in his
own country for thirty mother fuckign cunt sucking years, and this
evil empire America has been allowed to do this to me, and also to
murder my mother Grace Mason Mohr, and my best friend, David Charles
Roth!!!!!!!!!!
I
sign this internet document legally now as MARK WAYNE MOHR, at 6:04
Ante' Meridian, 18 February, 2016, kind sir, YO!!!
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to do, and where they may possibly go, REAL WORLD, WOW Mister
Shakespeare, what a question that would be, OR NOT BE, huh, YO???
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My
dad and I will be operating the Island Universe Diners of Akoslem;
out in the purgatory, now; great people!!! Screw Spanish Treasure
Galleons and all secret museums, and secrets of them, huh Mister
Weiler Senior?
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Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet
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THE
WEATHER BUG (TWB)
This
map and legend is shared on the BOM.
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You
don't want to even get me started on stuff I will be telling as the
days move along. You are all in for the shock of your miserable
lives, YO! IPYT. So
why did the Milituforce attack me big time with Monday morning's
assault
if there was no trading on the dam stock market; you wonder? Hey,
they love to pick on me on HELLIDAY-HOLIDAYS,
but there is a lot more to this than just that. This
day preceded a fifth straight week of death siege, to keep these evil
markets going up and up and up and up and up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday started this week on a national holiday, but the death siege
now with week #5 on me, just opened up on Monday, and then comes the
knock out punch that slammed the fucking cunt shit out of this poor
pathetic frail elderly old man, YO!
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet
Sarah
Krassle
Owns
And
Rules This
Planet
Between
wicked evil demonic Paula king and her dangerously devilish Atlantic
City friends, and this evil empire government that Sarah Callio and
her entire family all seem to work for or worked for; the only place
for me to end up in all of this is eternal mother fuckiGN disaster
and HELLFIRE!!!
I
was struck hard and yes, it looks like I'll be putting up with week
#5 straight, without let up from this really severe major late term
THANX-2-GIVENS
DEATH SIEGE
on me! What do you want me to god dam say, people? It is just
perfectly fine in this lovely nation, to have your entire life
covertly and stealthfully destroyed and ruined, leaving a person with
zero recourse or options whatsoever. I was struck hard and yes, it
looks like I'll be putting up with week #5 straight, without let up
from this really severe major late term THANX-2-GIVENS
DEATH SIEGE
on me! What do you want me to god dam say, people? It is just
perfectly fine in this lovely nation, to have your entire life
covertly and stealthfully destroyed and ruined, leaving a person with
zero recourse or options whatsoever. I was struck hard and yes, it
looks like I'll be putting up with week #5 straight, without let up
from this really severe major late term THANX-2-GIVENS
DEATH SIEGE
on me! What do you want me to god dam say, people? It is just
perfectly fine in this lovely nation, to have your entire life
covertly and stealthfully destroyed and ruined, leaving a person with
zero recourse or options whatsoever. I was struck hard and yes, it
looks like I'll be putting up with week #5 straight, without let up
from this really severe major late term THANX-2-GIVENS
DEATH SIEGE
on me! What do you want me to god dam say, people? It is just
perfectly fine in this lovely nation, to have your entire life
covertly and stealthfully destroyed and ruined, leaving a person with
zero recourse or options whatsoever. I was struck hard and yes, it
looks like I'll be putting up with week #5 straight, without let up
from this really severe major late term THANX-2-GIVENS
DEATH SIEGE
on me! What do you want me to god dam say, people? It is just
perfectly fine in this lovely nation, to have your entire life
covertly and stealthfully destroyed and ruined, leaving a person with
zero recourse or options whatsoever.
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