GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS,CHAPTER 117-A & B
I
AM UNDER DEAT SIEGE, 6 STRAIGHT FUCKING CUNT WEEKS NOW, KIND SHERIFF
MASCARA SIR. IF YOU ARE OUT AND ABOUT TODAY, I AM QUITE SURE THAT YOU
AND YOUR PEEPS SEE ALL OF THESE POISONOUS DEATH CHEMTRAILS ALL OVER
THE GOD DAM SKIES, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
BEFORE
I EVEN GOT UP TODAY AROUND MOTHER FUCKING CUNT ASS NINE THIS DAM ASS
MOUUUUUUURNING, THE MILITUFORCE HAS BEEN MAJOR ASSAULTING ME. I TOOK
AN ILLEGAL PHONE CALLER ID ATTACK, MAJOR SKY SIEGE, AND OTHER THINGS,
NOT EXCLUDING THIS ALL STARTING OUT IN MOTHER FUCKIUNG HYPERSPACE
WHILE ''DREAMING'', WITH THESE MOTHER FUCKING GODD DAM BASTARDS FROM
SHIT EATING FUCKING
HELL, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
mother fucking shit is really on my last cunt chewing nerve,
DAWN-MARIE KING AND FAMILY, MY BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This
mother fucking cunt lapping SATAN won't leave me cunt chewing
alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This mother fucking cunt lapping SATAN won't
leave me cunt chewing alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This mother fucking cunt
lapping SATAN won't leave me cunt chewing alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This
mother fucking cunt lapping SATAN won't leave me cunt chewing
alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This mother fucking cunt lapping SATAN won't
leave me cunt chewing alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This mother fucking cunt
lapping SATAN won't leave me cunt chewing alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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-QP16 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
If
these fucking dirtbag cock sucking bastard shits want a war with me,
then fine, they can have one, so watch the news and watch the storms,
quakes, volks, and crashes, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
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Jeepers Fucking Creepers, eyes or not, Miss Bette Davis Roachmeals;
what
gives here;
lovely
gorgeous Twinbay????????
I am going to be very angry if I ever find out there is more to all
of this than what already is mother fuckign bwowin' me' mind,
YO!!!!!!! Super bowels, super bowls, or super boys, and singing
sharks, so which witch is it, Aunt Ruth Gloucester? Here we have a
German during the great war that some historically refer to as WW2.
Why did this great man and great banker and enemy of Mister
Frederick T want to get in with the Huntington family so badly, I am
left to reckon and wonder about, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Do I believe that this all just happened, Mister Dennis Chase from
the Fort Pierce non-Publix library, and then, how do we connect up
my first train trip down here to mother fucking Florida, YO
BRRRRRRRRR? A pound of M&M glass contained candies, and all
Bonanza saga's, huh NASA CURLYGIRLS and Shark throwing super girls
and aunts and Shahpals from millennia old deals!!!
Maybe
we both are really dead, Jimmy C!!!!!!!!!
Holy
fucking shit water; you all need to do some fucking link
attachments, if you want to see if my blogs are for real or even for
REALE or naut, Miss AT&T BLAKE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Well
folks; in or out of the autumn of 1971, it is always:
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA;
MISTER MIKE MCNULTY!!!!
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MISTER MIKE MCNULTY!!!!
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MISTER MIKE MCNULTY!!!!
End
fucking cunt tranny, U-ugly old shitty ass granny!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 106
HACKED--106-107-108-A-B-C
Same
old same old. What else is new? Same shit, different
day. This can also be stated as SOSO-WEIN-SSDD!
Same
old same old. What else is new? Same shit, different
day. This can also be stated as SOSO-WEIN-SSDD!
Same
old same old. What else is new? Same shit, different
day. This can also be stated as SOSO-WEIN-SSDD!
Same
old same old. What else is new? Same shit, different
day. This can also be stated as SOSO-WEIN-SSDD!
When
you are dealing with powers that can take away your world, your
friends, your possessions, even your health, and get scott free away
with it, Scotland Yard Wirtz of 1989-1990' well sir; as my song
lyrics from 1969 go, “what can I say”?
When
you are dealing with powers that can take away your world, your
friends, your possessions, even your health, and get scott free away
with it, Scotland Yard Wirtz of 1989-1990' well sir; as my song
lyrics from 1969 go, “what can I say”?
When
you are dealing with powers that can take away your world, your
friends, your possessions, even your health, and get scott free away
with it, Scotland Yard Wirtz of 1989-1990' well sir; as my song
lyrics from 1969 go, “what can I say”?
When
you are dealing with powers that can take away your world, your
friends, your possessions, even your health, and get scott free away
with it, Scotland Yard Wirtz of 1989-1990' well sir; as my song
lyrics from 1969 go, “what can I say”?
Anyone
following world events who cannot see that ''magic'' is very real,
or at least ''electronic metaphysics'' is, is brain dead on
steroids.
As
I said years ago, and years before that, and will say until my
murder is fully accomplished at the end of this month, I
TOLD YOU GINA, I TOLD YOU GINA,
I TOLD YOU GINA, I
TOLD YOU GINA; AND THEY
PERSECUTED THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF ME
ALL DAY LONG, WITH TWO MORE POWER OUTAGES IN
THE MORNING, SPACED APART BY AN HOUR AT JUST PAST 10:30, AND JUST
PAST 11:30, THIS CUNT LAPPING MOTHER FUCKING TWAT ASS CHEWING
MOUUUUUUUUUUURNING!!!!!!!!!! I
DEMAND MY PROPS FOLKS, AND KEEP
WATCHING THESE MARKETS FLY, FLY, FLY, EXACTLY AS I SAID THIS WOULD
HAPPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP-UP
SHE'LL GO, JUST
PERSECUTE
MARK WAYNE MOHR, ON AND ON AND ON!
I
said it before and I'll say it some more; I don't care about the
frapping stinking stock market. It can crash to 300 or go up to
130,300 for all I care, IF THIS POST AUGUST 1986 NIGHTMARE FRAPPING
SHULL-BIT against me is halted. I care only that I am being forever
mercilessly assaulted to my grave, and no, it's not god dam
MARCH
18, 2014,
MONDAY
EVENING AT 5:55,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
There
is quite a lot more to the story of the past five plus weeks, than
just a monstrous 'Hitler-like' inhuman and
monstrous attack, against another human being, made of flesh and
blood; so much more that I'll only be able to do my very
best, to try and make it all make at least some sense to you, before
this blog has completed. Before touching on these specific details,
and just what these past four weeks of peta hell have been all
about, as if anyone of you don't know as always, IT
PERTAINS TO ME AND FUCKING MUSIC, but there still is
quite a lot more to it all, I promise, BRO; but I need to first say
this following thing to you:
As
some know, my cousin began running for top dog job last June, and
this is when my assault on me began to take wings and fly. I will be
dead and gone very mother fucking shortly, and he will be the
destroying last trump and antichrist after this poor mark of the
beast is gone. But remember, this great super man really believed
that I had gone back from 2009, 23 years physically, and took my
daughter up to the future and to his Plaza Casino. Then he had his
friends who indeed do travel as Briggbase Cultist-Type 3
exploratrons do so well, and went back to 1984 and wiped me out with
not only Mister Jerry Texaco but many others as well. Only he and I
know this story is all true and real. If he can do and will do all
of this to one innocent frail little person, just what do you think
he will do to this planet, as for shit eating heavens sake, it's all
right in the god dam fucking scriptures!
Well,
I was never bad, back on the week before Halloween; but I will still
wish everybody one hell of a Merry Christmas,
and wonderful lives; and you too Mister Edwin R. Chicago Potter, and
James Stuart!
Never
ever be fooled by anything. Nothing
ever has to make sense. Many peeps tell
me they would believe in the ESS and my claims and tales, if
not for most dreams being nothing but weird random distortions of
stuff, and thus my idea of parallel universes being
interdimensionalized through our dreaming, is just me trying to
force jigsaw pieces into places where they don't truly fit. Folks,
let me quickly allay your troubled minds about things such as this.
If you think ordinary dreaming and dreamers are able to cross
parallel worlds and not be struck by all kinds of weird and stupid
distortions; then I am begging you to think about the very notion
rationally, for a moment or so. Try to plan a 1000 mile road trip
and see if things don't go all ape cracker crap on you, and that is
just moving around in your own true waking world. When you cross
between worlds, you will indeed get a mostly jumbled up experience
and yes, a pizza oven may turn into a car and your wife's face may
suddenly become the TV-set. Many things make some sense, no sense,
and all the in-between amounts of sense as well. The waking world
and what we all appear to be in it is like one part of a pie and all
of the other places and doubles of us are the other part. This pie
is not divvied up in some 50-50 share however. Every time we sleep
and dream, this alters as our brain or sixth dimensional signals
that connect to a physical mental producing instrument, are
altering. Still and all, the waking piece of this pie while we live
and breathe is sort of a controller. Think of it as a base that
then only allows you to visit parallel worlds that have some sort of
a similar thread of evental time that matches the signal of brain
that appears to go from conscious to subconscious, also said, from
being awake to being asleep. We don't normally control our
dreaming-trips into hyperspace , in other words. Those who do this
with great frequency are what Morianity calls, TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS.
When we merely are experiencing nocturnal dreaming, or it can be any
time now that we are a society of round the clock jobs and work
shifts; we are TYPE-1-EXPLORATRONS.
Those who go to sleep and know for a fact that what Morianity
teaches on this subject is absolutely real and true, even if they do
not practice this with any regularity, or anyone who suddenly even
begins to become in any way cognizant to this truth while
experiencing their dreaming, are TYPE-2-EXPLORATRONS.
This is Morianity's scale of rating the phenomenon. But when I
discuss with you this base of some true us, it is merely a relative
truth. Every universe has real tangible material people in it and we
to them, are the shadows and the dream substance of their worlds.
Still and all, it appears as anywhere we are physical and materially
tangible and caporial, we indeed are the base of our selves, and
only become interconnected through and via dreaming, into worlds
that begin to thread up with our waking weaves, so to speak. Just as
our thoughts and our lives as we leave the life of babyhood and move
onward, seem to be connected into one reality, so also in the next
higher dimensionality do likewise, or in other words, our waking
lives and our dreaming lives. All of the places that we visit, and
remember the strongest, connect the most closer related things to us
here in waking life. Now those experts who study the mind and the
profession of psychiatry of course, will vehemently disagree with
Morianity and consider it to be a product of delusion and numerous
psychotic features as well. That is their right, as is mine to know
better, and to tell these truths to an open public, whoever they may
be. Most don't believe a word of this, or a word about how I created
out of nowhere, through a very magical set of tape recorders and
secret wisdom, in the seventies, the very character that we all have
come to know, and like no other anywhere on the planet, Mister DJT.
I told how Prosecutor ADA Jim Wilson and Donna Spinosi, were so
mean and horrendous to my mother and myself, and of course, in the
pockets of the mister wealthies. And I told from the very beginning
of these blogs over a decade back now, how parallel event is used by
him, against me, and this has been going on ever since I showed his
Castle Casino boys just exactly what I was doing with parallel event
playing roulette, after I was asked to show them what it was all
about, and I had nothing to hide and indeed showed them. While
I was typing this out, another illegal telephone caller -ID assault
struck me at about twenty minutes shy of eleven on this fucking cunt
ass Monday morning, 22 February, 2016, where my own name and number
display while the phone rings. Naturally, I won't pick up the phone
and Trump and his pals can all burn in mother fucking DOGTOWN!!!!
Jane
Fucking Whore ThisTLETHORNS NotfoNDAUATALL, just struck me hard
also, with her cunt chewing page eleven dog fuckiGN cunt ass shit,
YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Allow
me please to cunt phlegm rape, YO BRO!!!!!
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A
fucking dim witted moron kid who's overdosed on crack, can see that
certain things are very real. I have not told what happened to me
when I was with the ESS the other night. Would you believe me if I
told you that that vessel had musical amplifiers in it all over the
place? Why would a space shit have musical amplifiers? Maybe Russ
Deflavia has the answers to that, and maybe he doesn't. And then
maybe the wonderful Dairy queen Kate and her friends Paula and
Sarah, and other King Royalty have all of the mother fuckign magical
answers about it all, YO BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why
is music and the songs that I wrote, so important to those who have
totally wrecked and destroyed my entire life, you may wonder; and I
know that I sure wonder. Right after I did certain things, and
to quote Scotland Yard's buddy, Mister
ADA Ron Wirtz Senior of the Camden
county New Jersey Office of the Prosecutor in January of 1990,
ten days into the nineties decade; “If you test them, they'll
give you a reaction”; THEY GAVE ME ONE. They
also gave me another one by taking me off a medication I was on for
thirty one an da half years and has ruined my health beyond
repair as a result, as soon as I said this following thing that many
may remember, Scotland Yard peeps:
They
cannot prove me wrong in an honest DNA test.
Mariah
Carey is my daughter,
and
come the fucking 2020 census,
these games are all going to come to a crashing fucking halt with
the official reporting this time, unlike in 2010 when they had me so
fucked up I didn't even know for sure, who I was!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After I am murdered and dead next week, Sheriff Mascara kind sir,
this entire world will begin to fuckiGN self destruct. I have made
sure of all of that; my kind friend!
Para-llel
universes, Copyrighted registration certificate-PAU000204015,
Paula,
Patricia,
and more (PA)
stuff; is all topic for expanded ESS
data at a future time, kind people. Again, “We
can always get back to this”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
topic of ESS
(Exploratronic
Supermind
Society)
is quite intricate and complex. Also there is PA
as in PUBLIC
ADDRESS,
PA
as in Carlisle, Pennsylvania (PA)
where ADA
Wirtz told me
that I would find all my answers, regarding my persecution, ever
since leaving high school, in January of 1973. Then comes the really
ultimate original Latin-PA-root.
I mean who doesn't know about PATRICIDE,
from killing ones father?
PARALLEL
UNIVERSE WORDS AND MEANINGS:
PRISH-----someone
who gives responses to things said to them, that make little to
no sense based on what was originally said. Prishy conversation,
or he's a real prish.
ARDANON-----someone
who is not appreciated no matter what they ever do.
QUELZAFRUKE-----Someone
who General Patton and my cousin Donald would have nothing but
disrespect for. They lose and laugh about it.
SHEMGRIN-----Term
used by the young generation for total bad mouthing of the older
generation, as in old fucks are shemgins. Or, don't be a shemgrin,
to insult another young person, spoken by a peer.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2016
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
FEBRUARY
22, 2016,
FRIDAY
NIGHT AT 8:13,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 74 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-75/L-61).
PREDICTED
HIGH TODAY IS 80 DEGREES.
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 64%, FEELING LIKE 77.
WIND
IS SE AT 11, GUSTING TO 15.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.
IT
IS PARTLY CLOUDY WITH SLIGHT RAIN CHANCES.
OH
GODDESS PAULA KING, WHY DID YOU DO THESE NIGHTMARE THINGS TO ME,
QUEEN OF ROOFDOGS AND MULTIVERSAL TRAVEL??????????????????????
To
this I will give you my little personal opinion, to which I too am
totally entitled to, Mizz Mashell RPL Daniels of 1980, and that is
“BULLSHIT
ON ALL OF YOU,
CUBED, AND CUBAN, AND THEN RE-SQUARED”!!!!! Furthermore, I'll add
in thissssss, Mizz Erica 1983 AMC-SNAKES: The
FEDERAL BUREAU of INVESTIGATION is a really great part of the law
enforcement system, and I always respected the great Mister Hoover,
who once over saw the ops, when it was a relatively new
organization.
TO
QUOTE MY MOM, “BOY OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY”.
I don't know if I was just being a freaking gutless coward, but I
did not leave this country before I got too old and too sick to do
it. It is a complicated matter, as when you are not someone with
money, nothing is an easy task to freaking accomplish. I have tried
all my dam life to just get what should be coming to me, fair
shakes, nothing less, nothing more. Getting what should be coming to
a person is not asking for too much. The Christians say that HELL is
what we all deserve. Only the blood of Jesus Christ can prevent
that. My beef is that none of us asked to be in this situation in
the first place. I don't think any of this mother fuckiGN shit is
one bit fair. I also learned a very long time ago that when we try
to guess
the name of the guests or play any other of Sarah-Stacey Jehovah
Krassle's numerous games,
fairness has little to do with it.
It is always Jehovah's way, or the great highway, STRIGHT
INTO HELL!
Fair or not, that is just the way it goes, or as Dawn
would have said it,
“IT (1)
IS (2)
WHAT (3)
IT (4)
IS (5)”.
Oh wonderful lovely Jesus of Akoslem City, or more accurately
stated, of whom AK-CITY was named for out in the great PERG, please
don't hit my front drivers side red car door, Arthur and wife, in
any transdimensional realities they may be 'twisting in'!!!
The
topic of the magic triangle (dreams-hyperspace-exploratrons) is no
easy truth to attempt to explain. Bear with me pweeeeeeeze, as I
continue on with my relentless attempt to do so, with Mountainpen's
Morianity!!!!!!!!!! TANKS dudes and duddesses!!!!!!!!!!
Atco
New Jersey addresses need no hippie tripping acid to see how lots of
things endlessly play out. Hey, did I mother fuckiGN say Egg Harbor
City, or did I say JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE for crying out loud,
steve Delmarco, YO?????????????? Well Steve, and all Steve's for
that fucking matter YO; at least I didn't say Egg Harbor City Diner,
and I certainly didn't say either Chuck Greatgaragemoves Norris or
Egg Harbor Township. Holy fucking CALLIO!!!
The
entire universe is indeed computable, and numbers tell the entire
story. People don't go to sleep like I did in 1980, and dream about
magic black cats meowing the lottery number to them, and then wake
up and it comes out in the lottery, for no reason. 1980 was not a
year that happened for no good reason. There were huge gigantic
reasons for 1980. I know it, and so does Paula miserable rotten King
or to quote Microsoft Corporation, Pau000204015la
King!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also quoted here is the first
sentence in this paragraph, from NYU's great Professor Michio Kaku.
I really feel he believes me about upline Sara J. Karge. Rap this
entire mother fucking dog shit all up any way you choose to kind
folks or unkind folks; Sarah was real and she was there, yet no one
anywhere saw her and remembers her. And I mean no one. Now this was
a red hot lovely teen queen, and in those days and times, Tennessee
Avenue near the Atlantic City boardwalk, was not a place isolated
and forgotten. They say, or some do, that my distant cousin
destroyed Atlantic City. Well, I think he did too, but why did he?
Why did all of this mother fuckign shit happen? Why did Harry Callas
die twice? Why did Dick Van Dyke for that matter. I absolutely know
he died in the late eighties in a universe where I used to live in.
Recently however, he popped up alive and well here in the one I seem
to be in now. Tell me you would be able to survive a hell like this,
ladies and gentlemen. Yes sir Sheriff Mascara, these roach fucking
nabes from hell are slam slam slam slam slamming those mother
fucking doors and driving me nuts as fuckiGN shit, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! I
am going to call fucking 911, they are intentionally fuckiGN
harassing me, SHERIFF
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Everyone
is being either paid off or threatened off to dfo shit to me OR
ELSE!!!!!!!!!! It began when I left Cooley Hall and never ever
looked back, and then it got even worse if that is fucking possibly
fathomable on August 15, 1986. What are the odds that everyone in my
circle, from family to schoolmates, all make it to the top while I
am left to paddle around in piles of endless mother fuckign mud for
five decades, 24-7-365.2422???????????? The odds of this all
happening in any rational real world where all of my claims would be
total mother fuckign horse shit, would be about a decillion to one
against ever being able to happen, and here is what that number
looks like, folks, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000.
Thirty
three zeros after any digit is a number so fuckign huge that your
brain would be long busted to hell before you could conceive of any
part of it, and that includes any thousand Einsteins as well. Anyone
can write or type or zeros or write a name of a number. Trying to
even fathom what a trillion of anything is cannot be done. Even
those cool examples on educational television channels that try to
do this, can only do it in the very way that they do it, but if the
human mind could perfectly picture even a trillion of anything, and
that is just twelve zeros; you would be on your way to total
insanity. These are huge numbers, and that is why this national
fuckiGN debt shit should never be laughed at, as twenty trillion
dollars can destroy any country. Still my point is not tour national
debt, but the odds that my life could have taken all of its magical
turns is what I am trying to show anyone, is not possible by any
random fucking chance deal!!!!
I
doubt too many people would think me even insane enough to dare to
print an online story like Morianity, and it be nothing but a pack
of lies or total mental illness, and then print my photo in the
middle of my state's Attorney General and my County Sheriff. I would
really have to be a daring fuckiGN fool, after years of hearing
folks getting into trouble for a whole lot less on social media such
as Facebook and other places. But when you know that you are telling
a true and powerful and real story, then YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING
TO MOTHER FUCKIGN HIDE IN TH EWHOLE DAM ASS WORLD, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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TRANSMISSION.
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!
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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
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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.
END
TRANSMISSION.
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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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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
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ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
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ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
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ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
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ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
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ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
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ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
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ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
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ALERT-----RED ALERT-----RED ALERT
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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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