GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 94
THINGS
HAVE NEVER EVER BEEN AS BAD FOR ME AS THEY ARE RIGHT NOW, SHERIFF
KENNETH J. MASCARA, KIND FRIEND AND KIND SIR, YO!!!!
THINGS
HAVE NEVER EVER BEEN AS BAD FOR ME AS THEY ARE RIGHT NOW, ATTORNEY
GENERAL PAM BONDI OF FLORIDA!!!!
PAULA
KING OF ATLANTIC CITY IS COVERTLY MURDERING ME, AND GETTING SCOTT
FREE AWAY WITH IT, WORLD. SOME DAY THIS WILL ALL EITHER HAPPEN TO
YOU, OR SOMEWHERE DOWN THE LINE TO ONE OF YOUR FUTURE LIVING
DESCENDANTS, I PROMISE YOU!!!!
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-QP10 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
FEBRUARY
22, 2016,
LATE
THURSDAY MORNING AT 11:37,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 78 DEGREES FNHT.
PREDICTED
HIGH IS 85, AND PREDIDCTED LOW IS 55.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-78/L-66).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 69%, FEELING LIKE 81.
WIND
IS S AT 10, GUSTING SLIGHTLY TO 22.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.
The
time was back in 1984, and things all started after Donald J. Trump
opened
up his first casino
in
Atlantic City, New Jersey;
the
Trump
Plaza
Hotel.
Maybe
they did not really all start right here, but to quote the mighty Pat
Robertson of the 700 Club
religious
Ministries, “Things
turned a cornerstone”.
He
spoke of the year 1967when he was discussing this on one of the tapes
that I duplicated for him at the RPL Sound Studios, but I speak of a
totally other turned-cornerstone; kind folks out here, or unkind,
RAW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In late September or early October in 2008,
Mayor Levy's son, Robert Levy III, was surfing near his father's
Baywatch Hasselholf Tower, at the Atlantic City Beach, and I was out
body surfing, and he said to me that the public is completely unaware
and clueless of just how resourceful this family all is. He did not
have to tell me this, not for a Joe Berrios Flash-Run back in
1990!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Paula
King and her pals Donald Trump, and the crew of WAYV, and Robert Evil
Satanic McGuire, are a group from HELL, and I doubt that here in this
universe, any of them even mother fuckign realize it. Still, what am
I left to do when their doubles are using their bodies to destroy me
entire motheing life, Attorney Generals Lynch and Bondi and Saint
Lucie County Sheriff Ken Mascara??????????? Every time things don't
go Donald's way, he uses ICPE-APE-TECHNO;OGY on me to change shit for
him magically and it always works and forever will, because no one
anywhere fucking believes old pathetic mother fucking crack-pot
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Queen
Kate
and her daddy the Federal Aviation Technical Center (FAA) of
nightmares Pomona, New Jersey, JEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE Surfer Fonty and
Twinbay, tell Frank Callio he would have some mother fucking
competition with his all powerful stereo of 1976, and Lenny McKinnon
can go slam that against a high AC wall, from Atlantic City to mom's
Athletic-Club boyfriend, Mister Levy! Meet me over at Angelique's
Hair Salon later, lovely
giant fucking Paula,
and I'll let you run me over with your powerful fucking sports car,
just don;t hurt my poor old frail fucking pal, Mister Philbin, YO BIG
GIRLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey, maybe you can both drown us both, along
with railroad crossing Sarah Waterworks Callio AT&T CALL
TEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My demo tunes of fucking cunt 1998, all
notwithstanding, Sheriff and A. G. Federal and
State!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
HAVE BEEN FUCKED UP WITH MY HEALTH INSURANCE, FUCKED UP WITH FLORIDA
MEDICAID, FUCKED UP WITH ANOTHER AT&T PHONE ASSAULT ON ME THIS
MORNING AROUND 8 OR SO, FUCKED WITH A MAJOR INFESTATION OF BRAND NEW
CUNT EATING MOTHER FUCKIGNROACHES ALL OVER THE CUNT CHEWING APARTMENT
AFTER I CLEANED IT TO A FUCKING IRENE CARA SPARKLE AND A JENNIFER
FLASHDANCE NOT BELLS BEALE. THIS IS BECAUSE OF MY ILLEGAL BASTARD
NABE GUESTS, WHO I NEED NOT GUESS THEIR NAME, OH MIGHTY GODDESS PAULA
AND PAU000204015 MICROSUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So
where is SS PINK GODDESS today?
Still floating around just out past the edge of our I-Phone galaxy,
YO lovely giant girl?
If
it wasn't so beyond mother fucking pathetic, it would be 3-Stooge
quality fucking laughs. UI am on the phone trying to get to the
bottom of why Florida Medicaid canceled my status when I had zero
changes in my life at all ever since Jessica mother fucking Grant
fired me over at the Harvest Food Outreach Center up at the
non-Walgreen's corner of 25th
Street and Orange Avenue and yet, I am knocked out of my plan and
placed into one that is less value. It really is not that much less,
but it is a major hassle re-enrolling and going through wasting an
entire morning. While doing so, I am set upon by an army of huge
fuckiGN cockroaches, and I am trying to kill them and talk to the
person at my Well Care place, all at the same time. I swear to an
evil fucking nightmare pussy chewing goddess, that the mother fucking
3-Stooges couldn't have pulled off a funnier stunt, if I was able to
look back on it as a mere observer and onlooker who was totally
emotionally detached from the nightmare fucking cunt hell of it all,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!
She's
my special teen and my giant queen. Even if she's nothin' else but
pure dam mean.
Standin'
six feet nine and lookin' so fine
She
told me that she loves me till the end of time
And
I don't want her money.
I
don't even want to swim too close to you, let alone share a fucking
ice cream sundae with you, big lovely girl from 1997.
Lightning
Goddess Diana
Zuudlecronessia
Arteemis;
you are totally beyond white hot!!!
BUTTTTT,
that is not the issue for this blog, kind folks. What is the
issue, is 1980, moving into 1802 Robin Hill Apartments, and my
doing those four demo songs, The
Morning Light,
lost
Love,
Love
So High,
and Long
River Blues;
on
April 30th
and
May 1st
of
that year; while simultaneously moving into this place, and doing
my shift at the recording studio where I worked then, the RPL
Sound Studio Labs,
at
1100 State Street, & 1558 Pierce Avenue, Camden, New Jersey,
USA-ESMWG!
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???? I see that my spell checker HAS
HOWEVER BEEN HACKED again, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I
rebooted; it is fixed, FCC,
again.
There
is going to be a lot of dead mother fuckiGN dirt bag enemies out
here, real mother fucking pussy chewing soon; and that is one huge
cunt eating promise, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!
OH
PAULA, OH OH PAULA, I AM NOT LOOKING FOR YOU PAULA, NOT HERE, NOT
THERE, AND NEITHER IS POOR ARTHUR CRANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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