This evil sick rally is not because of any explainable actions or situations coming from the world. It has gone flying on this rally up towards ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS VERY SOON, all on the back of the torment and ICPE-APE technology, of killing and wiping out one MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR, YO YO YO!!!
Thursday, March 3, 2016
CHAPTER 129, GTNOTG
I
can invite the mayor and the sheriff and the AG over for dinner
any time, and have nothing to hide; CUZZ DONALD!!!
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MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2016
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OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS, CHAPTER 129
As
they say in the music business, 1-2-3-4:
But
as I might say, which is way more to the dam point, ladies and
gentlemen; But
of course they all own my blogs and everything else, through the new
god called Microsoft Corporation who owns and controls Google,
Youtube, Facebook, and all of it. There never ever was any chance at
all for me to come out of this. The last laugh was on me all the
time. It always boils down to the ultimate reality of the great card
game that most children have learned and played, called WAR. There
are spins that even great NASCAR drivers cannot pull out of. These
mother fuckers have made sure to place me into one of them, right
after I had met David Roth over at the Caldor Department Store of
Woodbury Heights, New Jersey, in early November in the year of 1985.
From there, it has been one down hill ride straight into blood
sucking hellfire with no possible way of escape.
THE
WEATHER BUG,
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shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
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THERE
IS NO WAY TOM REALE IN JULY OF 1970 WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET THAT
NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS, IF HE WAS NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE
YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING
POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
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Arthur Crane; let me crash off to sleep now; and I'll BE BACHHK
Governor Muscles; but don't wait up for me, YO.
Oh
great and powerful Attorney General Bondi of Florida-USA, here I
sit, way beyond broken hearted, farting and shitting on some
Atlantic City bath house shit stool, but dying, and murdered!
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So
what is really so magical about 1---8---0---2
Well,
for one thing, it was where I resided in a particular matching time
year, 1---9---8---0. Eben my wonderful awesome super heavyweight
winning cousin loves these numbers, am I wrong, great social media
kings out there?
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2011 Preston Avenue, Voorhees, NJ, 08043
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Yes
sir, there are a lot of people in the world, some who want to kill
me, others who just want to beat me up at the Dairy Queen in
Abseacon.
Then
there are the human sharks as well, so please folks; don't
even get me started with those yesterday jerk offs, like Tracy
Ullman, and Chris 501 Blues Blum, great folks; and whoever/whatever
is really out here, right SSJKK-ISIS? SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT AND
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE FOR CRYING OUT GODDESS DAM
LOUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When
I move diner rotisseries or think forward in water and move forward,
this is not some dream body, it is me, and if someone shot me, I
would bleed nice and red for all the sharks of the sea to come and
grab a bite or two or three. Hey folks give me a break here.
After-all, once those bites are all programmed into the system and I
lay in the dam sea bleeding out, Katy, I
may as well quit the human race, along with Claire's father the
lawyer-school professor in Manhattan, in PHASE-4 of course, as part
of the greatest law show of all time on television, surpassing even
Perry Mason; “L&O”!
Last
night I was in a very horrible fucking place. Bob Patterson Cheatley
and I were in the Hammonton, New Jersey area, and there were nasty
tornado's up in the night sky swirling. At least three of them were
separate and we were in the area of the Hammonton High School. He had
invented a machine he demonstrated while I was driving in some car
that I do not have over here in this waking world dimension. He could
push a button on this machine and suddenly my car totally lost
control and it was more scary than anything I ever experienced and
way more real also. After he had his fun scaring me out of my god dam
wits cubed and Cuban, we stopped near the school to get out of the
storm and people were all taking cover. Later on, we left when the
storm stopped, and we were nearby where an outside casino was
operating, and we were at a roulette table. I was betting numbers 35
and 36 for th edam ass gods only know what reasons, and over and over
I would bet them, and over and over, the actual number that came out
was red-odd number 9. Then I was back in Florida alone, up at the
Harvest, with a shopping cart filled with groceries. There was a long
line that I was in, and I was about at middle length in that line.
The wheels were totally fucked up on my cart and moving it at all was
hell. Suddenly two women around 35 or so just cut me off and put
themselves in front of me and somehow knocked me and my shopping cart
out of the line. The same fucking forces that sent me to this
parallel universe are major hacking this fucking computer and doing a
super fucking space bar hack on my word open office program, YO
Sheriff. Anyway, I belted out something about how nice these two
folks are, facetiously of course. They totally ignored me and this
made me lipid torrid ass angry. Then someone tossed a huge brick
through the window and it struck me on the head and blood was all
over the place. I fell down and literally fell off of my bed here,
wherever this really truly is, Sir Einstein!
Laugh
if you fucking want to peeps, but I tell you all straight right now,
dogs are not treated anywhere nearly as bad as I am being mother
fuckign treated all over hyper cunt chewing space.
MARCH
3, 2016,
THURSDAY
AFTERNOON AT 3:28,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 81 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
SO FAR---(H-81/L-55).
HUMIDITY
IS 44%, AND IT FEELS LIKE 81.
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. It is these paradoxes and philosophical conundrums that
just don't cut it in the making sense department, and I'll be the
fucking first dude at the gate holding up a huge sign saying just
that! I may have two signs when all is said and done, and the second
one will point down to a winding weird pathway with dinosaur type
animals roaming all around, and other weird items as well, with or
without any friends of this family of HELL-WASH-CLOTHS!!!!!!!! When
the second lady tried to get the light off of my cable box with her
remote control operation from the office, the entire cable went out
and many strange things happened. It totally reminds me exactly of
the story told on the internet as well as on many BERMUDA TRIANGLE
DOCUMENTARIES, where the radio station fucking talk show host was
commandeered, equipment-wise, by those calling themselves, and I
QUOTE, the {{{(((“MILLIONTH-COUNCIL”)))}}}. Every mother fucking
twat eating claim that I ever make or have made or will go on making
on this wide world web system is totally true and
accurate!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another
possibility if the hell-theory is wrong, is that there is some total
absolute MIND
CONTROL SYSTEM
being employed, to keep so much as one person from ever desiring to
contact me and ask me person to person, just how to prove that death
and god and religion, is all just the biggest fake hoax, since the
beginning of the fucking universe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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