GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 99
I
AM UNDER A DEATH ATTACK AND THIS IS THE START OF A FOURTH STRAIGHT
MOTHER FUCKING WEEK OF THIS CUNT LAPPING UNHOLY HORSE FUCKING SHIT;
SHERIFF MASCARA SIR. PLEASE SHERIFF,
TAKE A LOOK UP INTO THE SKIES OVER MY AREA HERE AT 601 AVENUE B, IN
FORT PIERCE; AS THERE ARE MANY GIGANTIC CHEMTRAILS. I KNEW WHEN I
WOKE UP FEELING ALL MENTALLY FUCKED UP, AND DEPRESSED, AND OPPRESSED,
AND ALSO FEELING PHYSICALLY LOUSY; THAT THIS
WAS GOING ON AROUND ME, SO I LOOKED AND SURE ENOUGH, I AM
ALWAYS RIGHT, SHERIFF SIR, YO YO YO YO!!!!!
BOY
OH BOY OH BOY AM I GETTING MOTHER FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS
HORRIBLE THANX-2-GIVENS DEATH SIEGE, KIND ATTORNEY GENERAL BONDI AND
ASHERIFF MASCARA!!!!!
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-QP11 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
THE
WEATHER BUG (TWB) APPLICATION (APP)
IS
SHARED BY THE (BOM) BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN.
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.
My
travels in hyperspace are horrendous and wicked these days. When the
mother fucking medical and psychiatric industries took all anxiety
sufferers off of their medications over the past decade, this causes
this along with dozens of other problems. This evil American NARQ
SQUAD and this evil empire America totally mother fuckign SUCKS, and
our only hope is President Sanders-45, and yes, those keys '5' and
'6' are right next to each other, and I fucked up on my prior blog
and wrote 46, sahwee folks, YO, only human along with Bruce Allan
Pennock of Beaver Drive, Senator Latengrate, my BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!
DOORS,
DOORS, DOORS, SKY SHIT, SKY SHIT, SKY SHIT, SHERIFF, SHERIFF,
SHERIFF, YO YO YO!!!
JANE
WHORE THISTLETHORNS NONOBREATH CAME CLOSE TO GETTING ME REALLY DAM
ASS GOOOOOOOOU, HUH HELEN ZEB AND LOVELY AWASOME TQ-KEISHA OF 1999,
WITH OR WITHOUT CHEMTRAILED NEIGHBORHOOD GUN VIOLENCE, HUH OLD PAL
PRINCE?
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BEBRUARY
8, 2016,
LATE
MONDAY MORNING AT 11:30,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE IS 58 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-58/L-37).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 42%, AND WIND CHILL IS 55 .
WIND
IS WNW AT A STEADY 11.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2016
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
These
mother fucking monster BRIGGBASE LAMAST CULTISTS OF PLANK REALM have
nothing better to do in eternity than dream down here into human
hyper fucking space and screw with innocent folks like me. We'll see
what Maggie mother fucking does to counterstrike these dick eating
cock sucking pussy huffers. They know that I am onto their fucking
hyperspace-mechanics-knowledge (HSMK) for a shortened abbreviation;
so I found myself last night, trying to explain the GAWNUM to several
people so they could make an APP for me, and give me a chance to get
off of disability and own a small little business, and they screwed
it all up by making it fail in many very ultimate close in parallel
universes. This of course effects this one here while awake. They
somehow knew I was planning to leave my cunt huffing PHA
recirtification appointment and drive over to my State Farm agent to
try and see him, as he knows people who do these things, and I
recently saw bothhim and my local sheriff, Ken Mascaera, on the Saint
Lucie County education channel, Comcast Fort Pierce Channel #13, and
it was about new business start ups and the local Indian River State
College (IRSC) and how people were making computer-applications and
many other things. By fucking me up in hyperspace that is wextremely
localized, it fucks shit up fo rme here every single time I ever try
and do fuckign shit, SHERIFF SIR, and IDON'T THINK IT IS FAIR THAT MY
DIRT BAG FUCKIGN CROOK COUSIN IS ALLOWED TO ILLEGALLY DO THESE THINGS
TO ME SINCE HE WIPED OUT MY ONLY VEHICLE, HIM AND JERRY TEXACO BACK
IN 1984. Then he wonders why I go back and upset his day, via STM.
Well wonder no more, as this is only the beginning of MY TRAVELES,
mother fucker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM!!!!!
SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM!!!!!
SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM!!!!!
SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM!!!!!
SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM!!!!!
SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM!!!!!
SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM!!!!!
SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM!!!!!
SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM!!!!!
SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM!!!!!
SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM!!!!!
SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM!!!!!
SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM!!!!!
SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM!!!!!
SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM!!!!!
SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM!!!!!
How
do live with your conscience, Attorney General and Sheriff, allowing
me to be persecuted night and mother fuckiGN day, year in and year
out, for thirty mother fuckign cunt chewing years, 24-7-365.2422, YO?
Folks,
I hope that you all have one hell of a great and wonderful day.
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2016.
Don't
make me laugh, old pal Bob Andrews from 1975, down in Al Pileggi's
basement, Frankly Congressman RA, I don't even care. All we can try
is to live and to die, with love for each other to share.
SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM, JESUS FUCKINGC HRIST, I WILL BE DOWN THERE
IN A SHORT WHILE TO COMPLAIN, DEBRA MARATTO. Don't make me laugh, old
pal Bob Andrews from 1975, down in Al Pileggi's basement, Frankly
Congressman RA, I don't even care. All we can try is to live and to
die, with love for each other to share. SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM,
JESUS FUCKINGC HRIST, I WILL BE DOWN THERE IN A SHORT WHILE TO
COMPLAIN, DEBRA MARATTO. Don't make me laugh, old pal Bob Andrews
from 1975, down in Al Pileggi's basement, Frankly Congressman RA, I
don't even care. All we can try is to live and to die, with love for
each other to share. SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM, JESUS FUCKINGC HRIST,
I WILL BE DOWN THERE IN A SHORT WHILE TO COMPLAIN, DEBRA MARATTO.
Don't make me laugh, old pal Bob Andrews from 1975, down in Al
Pileggi's basement, Frankly Congressman RA, I don't even care. All we
can try is to live and to die, with love for each other to share.
SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM, JESUS FUCKINGC HRIST, I WILL BE DOWN THERE
IN A SHORT WHILE TO COMPLAIN, DEBRA MARATTO. Don't make me laugh, old
pal Bob Andrews from 1975, down in Al Pileggi's basement, Frankly
Congressman RA, I don't even care. All we can try is to live and to
die, with love for each other to share. SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM,
JESUS FUCKINGC HRIST, I WILL BE DOWN THERE IN A SHORT WHILE TO
COMPLAIN, DEBRA MARATTO. Don't make me laugh, old pal Bob Andrews
from 1975, down in Al Pileggi's basement, Frankly Congressman RA, I
don't even care. All we can try is to live and to die, with love for
each other to share. SLAM---SLAM---SLAM---SLAM, JESUS FUCKINGC HRIST,
I WILL BE DOWN THERE IN A SHORT WHILE TO COMPLAIN, DEBRA MARATTO.
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, SSJK.
THERE
IS NO WAY THAT TOM REALE, IN JULY OF 1970, WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT
UPSET, BACK ON 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 GREAT
AND FUCKING POWERFUL
EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
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SSSSSSSOOOOOOO Arthur
Crane, I guess Pau000204015 King is not going to stop until her
magic car kills the both of us, in or out of all great Walmart and
Super-Walmart shopping center parking fucking cunt lots, YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Look,
I can go all over the place, to other times and other dimensions,
and the problem is that no one in the world is ready for a bunch
of non registered private journey travelers, skipping across the
hyperspace, doing all sorts of things that the world powers have
no power or control over. The problem I will always have with all
of this shit is the evental-time-warp of 1987, and my pal David.
If they did not want all this to happen, they should have just
allowed me to live a normal life, which is all I ever wanted to
fucking do in the first place, not be here trying to create the
one and only religion for an entire millennium.
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Give
me a break Admiral, these Jersey fucking enemies named that shark so
I'd eventually put things together, YO. How dumb do you think I am
Briggbase Don?????????
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
TWINBAY JONES, Z. A. Y.
NO
SLEEPOVERS, NO GODDESS DAM 13-30 NUMBERS EITHER!
SOOOOOOOO,
A WOOOOOOOOOOOOLF, AND A JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE, ZERANNISS
JONES of Sahasra
Dal Kanwal; capitol city of the great Astral Plane
(PLANK REALM)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! John
Henningsen said it best after this, or before this, or 'whatever' Bob
Andrews sir; you all know perfectly well what it was back in the late
nineteen hundred sixties, “IT'S
JUST THAT SIMPLE”.
Well, now the fat lady can stop singing and even go and fucking sit
down, YO!!!!!
To
all great turkey's and teck no pops everywhere:
AND
S—T—O—P!!!!!!!
END
TRANNY, SWEET OLD GRANNY, YO!
OH
GOD I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, LIGHTNING, YO!!!!
Yes
folks, I wish to quickly discuss The great
PINK-GODDESS of STAR TREK. Gee, just what is going on,
Paula King? I had a major powerful dream, back early this millennium,
ladies and gentlemen; that she had miscarried our younger daughter
Patty-Paula King Junior, or ('PEE') as she likes being called, in a
parallel universe; where she did not get birth scrubbed by
Mother-Nature. I like calling her 'PEEJ', but since PEE hates that, I
just call her PEE as she wishes. We lived in the Egg Harbor
City Roundhouse Manor, that over here in this waking world, is a
museum, and is also where my pal from Jersey, and my Cifaloglio
coworker, Mister Roy Carl Weiler Senior; is the museum's curator.
That is until the day that I found myself in lots of trouble for
trying to blackmail the governor of the state in this 'dream' that
was more real than anything over here in this waking place. Instead
of paying off for my sitting on the governor's secret of being a bit
light in the loafers, I was caught off guard in a wooded area by
state police, and then one of them rolled up on the call as I
realized the situation that I was in and tried to make a run into the
deep woods. I was shot in the back and died. I woke up here of
course, and left PEE fatherless. This is when she flipped out and
almost killed several state troopers and was sentenced to the locally
area famous Harborfields Detention Center, which by the way is only a
mile from the Roundhouse Manor Estate, or the Roundhouse Museum here
in this waking world sideband dimension of hyperspace, referenced to
the place over there where I was 'dreaming' from. So just how did
this entire mess really all get started, PEE, Paula King Senior,
Atlantic City, hyperspace traveling, my blogs, having the ESS
revealed to me, my August 15, 1986 living nightmare Huntington Curse,
Real Good NASA Curly Girls, and a zillion other mother fuckiGN wild
and outlandishly inconceivable items? Well, does anyone have a spare
decade or so to just sit around reading my shit, YO? Of course not,
so let's forget Terry Egghead from the great Jersey harbors and her
way of writing literature, and just continue down the road of
Morianity Boulevard, as it is, YO BRAH!
First,
as I stated; I come right out and openly tell that I do not believe
that the creators of STAR TREK were totally from here in this
universe. I believe that in a parallel universe, doubles
(doppelgangers) of them such as Mister Roddenberry, became what
Morianity refers to as TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS.
Simply put, the more advanced doubles of the people, who we know
here, only as THEM, and not them plus their controlling-double who is
asleep physically from their parallel universe and dream-controlling
their double here, so that they will do something or not do
something, or whatever the case may be, that is behind most if not
all 'T3E' activity. So why then does Roddenberry and the Trek Peeps,
create not only this show, and all of the great spin off shows and
movies that followed? The only possible thing that could hope to
answer, is that a huge army of the fifth dimension uses this jack-in
gamer simulation we call the cosmos, to play a wild game. Someone
wanted me to know about the great PINK GODDESS
OF GARY MITCHELL. Too many coincidences are all rapped up in
this, such as the love sonnet from the Canopious Planet in the year
1996, when I wrote my love song for the great PINK GODDESS, as shown
below, and there are literally dozens more things, that time won't
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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”!!!!!!!!!!
And
if you don't like it, Kate; don't bite my head off, or Steve's
either, pweeeeeeeze big wovwee girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And no folks,
Steve at the psychic shop is another Steve, and that's a promise. But
Nick will always be Nick, even if big Katy is not there to muscle in.
You
missed me wicked water witch bitch, Mizz Thistlethorns
Sleazeweedsdisease Nonobreath!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
There
were no major harassment's to discuss today, just little minor
bullshit stuff, and to quote my late dad, “Don't sweat the small
shit”, so I don't. Now big shit, for thirty solid ass years; hey
people; that's a whole other ballgame!!! The bigger shit that I have
to sweat is when the hell gets bad and then the Dow shoots up as it
obviously will today. When they don't fucking pick on me, it goes
down. I don't care if it is up or down 10,000 mother fuckiGN basis
points. I ONLY CARE THAT I AM BEING PUMMELED
AND PICKED ON AND RUTHLESSLY FUCKING PERSECUTED NOW FOR THREE TO SIX
DECADES ON THIS PLANET AS MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR, AND ANY
OF YOU WOULD TOO IF YOU WERE ME. ONLY NONE OF YOU WOULD HAVE SURVIVED
THIS SHIT ANYWHERE NEAR AS LONG AS I HAVE, AND THAT I PROMISE YOU,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
PAULA, IWALU NO MATTER WHAT YOU DID!!!!
OH
PAULA, IWALU NO MATTER WHAT YOU DID!!!!
OH
PAULA, IWALU NO MATTER WHAT YOU DID!!!!
OH
PAULA, IWALU NO MATTER WHAT YOU DID!!!!
OH
PAULA, IWALU NO MATTER WHAT YOU DID!!!!
OH
PAULA, IWALU NO MATTER WHAT YOU DID!!!!
OH
PAULA, IWALU NO MATTER WHAT YOU DID!!!!
OH
PAULA, IWALU NO MATTER WHAT YOU DID!!!!
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER
96
After
a warm up to middle spring-like conditions here in town for a while,
a new cold snap will be working its way here and stay around for a
good week, or so says the local area meteorologists; folks.
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER
96
After
a warm up to middle spring-like conditions here in town for a while,
a new cold snap will be working its way here and stay around for a
good week, or so says the local area meteorologists; folks.
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER
96
After
a warm up to middle spring-like conditions here in town for a while,
a new cold snap will be working its way here and stay around for a
good week, or so says the local area meteorologists; folks.
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER
96
After
a warm up to middle spring-like conditions here in town for a while,
a new cold snap will be working its way here and stay around for a
good week, or so says the local area meteorologists; folks.
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER
96
After
a warm up to middle spring-like conditions here in town for a while,
a new cold snap will be working its way here and stay around for a
good week, or so says the local area meteorologists; folks.
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER
96
After
a warm up to middle spring-like conditions here in town for a while,
a new cold snap will be working its way here and stay around for a
good week, or so says the local area meteorologists; folks.
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER
96
After
a warm up to middle spring-like conditions here in town for a while,
a new cold snap will be working its way here and stay around for a
good week, or so says the local area meteorologists; folks.
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER
96
After
a warm up to middle spring-like conditions here in town for a while,
a new cold snap will be working its way here and stay around for a
good week, or so says the local area meteorologists; folks.
WANNA'
BIG LAUGH? GO TO HOLD THE MAYO!!!
WANNA'
BIG LAUGH? GO TO HOLD THE MAYO!!!
WANNA'
BIG LAUGH? GO TO HOLD THE MAYO!!!
But
if you want even bigger laughs here in evil empire America, believe
that there is honesty or truth or justice or any Admiral Perry
American Way, huh Julie White-sharks?
This
is the same parallel universe where I was just last night, and still
living in Atco, New Jersey on Norris Avenue where instead of houses
along the one side of the road, it is a large trailer park. Instead
of saying seventeen, people there say sevteenteen, and instead of
saying trick or treat, they say tricky teet teet. I don't know why
things are the way they are, but I do know this mother fuckign much
my kind friends and fiends out there, whoever and wherever you all
are: If this was as weird as shit got, I would be sipping on pink
lemonade and driving a brand new Caddy and living in style somewhere
nice out in the mother fuckign goddess dam keys and trading horror
woman stories with the great Jimmy fucking
Buffet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT,
I promise you.
Here
is what happened on 09-27-2014, in the late afternoon after the
cleaning lady left. I went into the kitchen and immediately
discovered that my pills had been cleverly stolen. I have been on two
different medications for lowering blood pressure for quite a while,
under the care of Doctor Jay Schorr. He never canceled them, and the
insurance company would call and tell me to pick up a prescription at
my local pharmacy, Wallgreens. Naturally I took one or the other and
not both, but still, they piled up for a little while. I didn't think
it was my place to question a doctor, and just picked up stuff that I
was told to get, and use whatever he said to use. So there was a
stock piling of some of the blood pressure and water retention
medication. These containers were carefully counted out and the date
of next refill carefully matched, by these thieves, so that I would
have just enough, and they only took the 80% surplus of the pills in
these two bottles. She also took cans of pink salmon, Manhattan Clam
Chowder soup cans, and a few other canned food from the cabinet next
to the one where my meds are kept. She was going in and out so many
times it was ridiculous, telling me I did nit have the right cleaning
stuff or enough of it, when I did, and had plenty left from what she
had used the last time she cleaned in here, and it was bought by me
at local dollar store cleaning areas, exactly what she told me to
get, I even had a list, and had the manager of the store a year back,
help me with this, I also gave her what I had left in change in a
jar, around a buck thirty, towards all this nonsense. I do not ever
keep cash, I have a checking account and a debit card, what else do
honest law abiding people need, Sheriff Mascara of Saint Lucie
County? All I ever do all my life is try to follow and obey the law
and get along, and all I ever get is raped, robbed, beat up, and
assaulted in many various ways since getting out of school and
entering this so-called great wonderful adult life, early in the
nineteen mother fuckiGN seventies. Later on I ran into Stanley from
next door and we got talking, and I told him that shit went missing
earlier in the day while having my apartment cleaned, but I cannot
accuse anyone, as it could have been anyone, her, the guy he talks to
across from me who causes me trouble, James, or even anyone walking
down the hall and letting themselves in. I was not in a position to
be facing the door, and would not see who violated me. When you do
not see it, you cannot accuse, but all odds are it was James or the
cleaning lady or both, as they both were going in and out of his
apartment a lot, during the cleaning. But I want to make the point
that I never accused HER, or JAMES, but merely told Stanley the
circumstances that happened. He then said to me, “It had to be her,
James wouldn't do that, he would never walk into your apartment, she
was in there, it speaks for itself”. I just nodded my head. But
later, the backstabber told her that I HAD CALLED HER A THIEF, so he
likes to generate troubles for me, and I no longer trust or like the
son of a bitch. Hurting me is one thing, but I have not time for evil
rotten fuckiGN back stabbing type of people who maliciously wait for
you to have a problem, and then try intentionally to worsen that
problem for you. These kind of folks should literally be burned
slowly in oil.
So
the next thing I know, a knock at my door comes, and it is the
cleaning lady, telling me off. With her, is that weird tall crippled
girl that has nothing better to do with her time than sit around with
the rest of the Lenny/Ed L&O Bobby Sabo roaches, on the ground
floor social gathering areas. She did not come all the way to my
apartment but was somewhere around the next unit down where Stanley
lives and maybe just further away beyond that, and they were talking
trash about me, the one who got the crime committed against him, but
you know how this works, MARK THE BAD GUY.
She did just what I knew she would do; she demanded to come in just
far enough so we could talk in private and have the door to the
apartment closed. Then she read me the riot act and told me she
didn't need her reputation tarnished, and went on and on, and then
demanded I show her the pills that were stolen, or the bottles. This
is because she already knew that logic was on her side, as they now
had the perfect amount of pills inside them, as remember, I told you
how they only stole the surplus amounts in two different bottles.
This is why I know a few cases in the Judge-Judy TV show are wrong,
and that the great never wrong Judy is indeed wrong on some cases,
because people are humans with weird habits, and things happen such
as with this, and if she had her way, and I had allowed her to see my
two pill bottles that now contained just the right amount of these
pills in each one, who would win the debate, or a court case, or
anything, and I had already figured this out and knew she was going
to use this if this came to a head, and of course it did, after
Stanley caused me the trouble and lied and opened his big mouth up
telling the story of what we privately talked about, all out of order
and context. I can always totally fucking depend on these things. So
she is in my kitchen, and demands to see my pill bottles, and I told
her they are hidden away and I don't want to reveal where, and that I
don't want you up in my cabinets as she by that time had opened them.
After being balled out and scolded some more, I finally was rid of
her. As she left, she still wanted her pay that we agreed on, and
called me a liar, as she was
supposed to get that money Friday the 27th
of September, oh wait a minute, now I am remembering shit all better.
She was supposed to get it when my disability money on October
3, came in. So when she did not, she came up at half past five or a
tad later that evening, on Friday. I told her I am as good as my
word, quote, and that she'll be paid, but was hoping to shame this
evil witch a little. But as with all of OTAMM and Satan's army, they
do not shame, they are evil drug addict no good system using bums
that if you turn your back on, just like THAT-FAMILY and so many of
its branches up north, will steal you blinder than ten Stevie
Wonder's all put together, and say you did it and you're the bad guy,
without throwing any fish or buying any ?Progressive Insurance from
gorgeous lovely FLO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You see, this was a major
catastrophe for me, so I put a lot of shit other than for basic
things about it, out of my mind, a very great survival technique and
tool that I have learned to employ ever since March of 1971 with
Strong-Girl-Venka in my art room at school. You only take blocked
shit out of the hidden area of your mind, when you absolutely must
call on it for whatever the reasons. I call this the Venka Strong
Girl Syndrome or for short, the VSG Syndrome. It isn't too pretty,
and involves me being sexually molested by that child perv when I was
15 years old, at the home now owned by the great Atlantic City Water
Company and Sarah Callio and Jim McGettigan, and all the evil
bastards who all these decades have been and still are, trying to
wipe me out and obliterate me, an innocent person who never did
fuckiGN squat to them. You missed me Miss Bitch-ass Jane Dirtbag
Fonda Crud. TEE HEE HEE Lilly Munster Shipyards Andrews!!!!
SOMEONE
HAS SUPER FUCKING HACKED ME IN MICROSUCKS. THEY SAY THIS WON'T
PROPERLY SAVE, SO I WILL COPY IT ALL FROM A WEBSITE I POST IT TO
UNDER A HACKING BLOG NUMBER TITLE. THERE'S ALWAYS A WAY TO SKIN A
FUCKING CUNT EVIL CAT, OR PERSON IN THIS CASE. LONG AGO, THE SKINNING
CATS EXPRESSION, HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH SKINNING CATS, BY THE WAY,
FOR THE CAT LOVERS OF THE WORLD WHO DID NOT KNOW THIS, AND I HAVE
ZERO SPARE TIME RIGHT NOW TO EXPLAIN IT TO YOU.
NOW
I'll DISCARD THIS DOCUMENT ONCE I PASTE IT TO THE PAGE I JUST NOW
BEGAN, FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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