WOW
Sheriff Ken Mascara of Saint Lucie County, Florida, U. S. A.,
sir, AM I UNDER A MAJOR DEATH SIEGE TODAY, HOLIDAY WEEKEND SUNDAY,
SOSO-WEIN!!!
MOUSE
HACKING IS MAJOR, I AM ALSO BEING ILLEGALLY MAJOR HACKED ON MY MOTHER
******* COMCAST TELEVISION SYSTEM, AS YOU ALL KNOW IN THIS NEW AGE
GARBAGE WORLD, ALL THIS ******* BULL**** IS RUN
BY COMPUKERS AND THE NET, SO WHEN I AM UNDER A MAJOR
******* DEATH SIEGE, I AM TOTALLY ******* COOKED AND SCREWED, YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLIDAY WEEKEND SUNDAY,
SOSO-WEIN!!!
HOLIDAY
WEEKEND SUNDAY, SOSO-WEIN!!!
HOLIDAY
WEEKEND SUNDAY, SOSO-WEIN!!!
HOLIDAY
WEEKEND SUNDAY, SOSO-WEIN!!!
HOLIDAY
WEEKEND SUNDAY, SOSO-WEIN!!!
HOLIDAY
WEEKEND SUNDAY, SOSO-WEIN!!!
HOLIDAY
WEEKEND SUNDAY, SOSO-WEIN!!!
HOLIDAY
WEEKEND SUNDAY, SOSO-WEIN!!!
HOLIDAY
WEEKEND SUNDAY, SOSO-WEIN!!!
HOLIDAY
WEEKEND SUNDAY, SOSO-WEIN!!!
HOLIDAY
WEEKEND SUNDAY, SOSO-WEIN!!!
HOLIDAY
WEEKEND SUNDAY, SOSO-WEIN!!!
HOLIDAY
WEEKEND SUNDAY, SOSO-WEIN!!!
HOLIDAY
WEEKEND SUNDAY, SOSO-WEIN!!!
No
great mighty sir, Late 'Uncle' Heinz Gottwald, of BABYLON, NEW YORK;
take your cameras, your scratched phonograph records, your lack of
'permitted ice cream treats', and
all of your wonderful warped CD's, and stick them so far into where
the sun never shines, that there are no words to express my desire
for you to go and do this.
BLOG
13 OF TWENTY EIGHTEEN
MMMMMMMMMMMMM-AGNESONIC,
YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO AND, YOU KNOW WHEN TO DO IT; AND YES BRENDA
MOHR HOCKEYSTICKS, I AM NOT LIKE TWENTY-ONE, BUT THREE
TIMES THAT AND THEN SOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
illegal nabe-guests are here today and slamming away, waking me up,
but then lightning came around and at least compensated for my
miseries with her lovely colors and designs, and attention! This is a
real mother ******* SUPER BOTBAR DAY, BUT AGAIN, WHAT ELSE IS NEW,
SAME OLD SAME OLD, YOU KNOW, HELLIDAY-HOLIDAY SYNDROME, IT'S BEEN
MOTHER ******* GOING ON NOW SINCE THE 15TH DAY OF **** HUFFING
AUGUST, BACK IN GOD OLD 1986. I AM AS SICK AND TIRED OF PRINTING THAT
DATE ON THESE MOTHER LOVING BLOGS AS YOU ALL ARE SICK AND TIRED OF
HEARING IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey YO, I'm the poor pathetic little dirt
bag that has to live and suffer through all of this monstrous and
inconceivable nightmare HELL, kind folks!!!!!!!! This is no lie and
no joke and no damn hoax, NONE OF IT, BRO!!! Goddess
SSJKK as my witness, if this story is a **** lapping lie in any way,
MAY I SPEND THE REST OF MY DAYS HERE AS MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR
IN 10 TIMES WORSE PAIN AND HELL, AND THE REST OF ETERNITY MAY I BURN
IN ENDLESS FIRE AND HELL!!!!!!
My
ex-friend Mike is totally mother ******* bi-polar, and denies it, and
I cannot deal with it any more. He was the only close thing to a
friend here in Florida, but I cannot deal with bi-polar ******* ****.
He either wants to be a friend to the point of annoyance, calling
every day and sometimes more than once, talking hours, when he wants
to, and then does not call for weeks at a time. Whenever I call, it
is always a wrong or bad time, so I gave up calling him. The only
true pal I ever had in this life was the ex Mister David Charles
Roth, of 5133 Oakland Street, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U. S.
A., YO!!!! He was secretly murdered by Masonic Member Mister Jonathan
Shaw of Rising Sun Avenue, in Philly, back in the late nineties,
through a covert method employed by many BLACK
FILE MAJESTIC LEVEL AGENTS, known by us regular mortals as
'slow-poisoning'! He died a long slow agonizing death and officially
croaked the first week of March back in oh-two!
I
really do try god damn hard to be an upbeat person, and as my mom if
she were still alive would insist to anyone asking or interested; “It
doesn't take much at all to make or to keep Mark happy”. The
problem is quite simple. Little as this may be, some invisible
stealthy covert Militu------FAWCE keeps making sure on a constant
daily level and schedule; that I am programmed to always get far
less than even that tiny amount.
Last
night, I had some wild hyperspace experiences. 'You might say', I had
some doozie ass nightmares. Either way, Paula King was here at my
building, and she and a friend of hers, were working the lobby
Crime-Stoppers Desk. I had a major disaster happen to me, and Paula's
girlfriend who was sitting at the security desk told me, “YOU'LL
ONLY HAVE TO PAY ONE HALF OF YOUR DAILY RENT AMOUNT”, as a result
of this. I was thinking to myself, ****; who wants to stir up a
problem for a few measly dollars, roughly just less than five? Later,
a strange AA fellow who was tall and thin, followed me to the
stairwell near my apartment, and told me that Paula
was going to kick my ass for telling so many of her major secrets.
That she was here, as your 1994 TPB book told you and channeled that
info to you; on a cosmic mission, to watch and record things, and to
interfere in a few of them as well, in an experiment that I don't
need to concern myself with. This isn't a perfect quote from this
dude, but it is good enough to tell what he wanted me to be aware of.
He reminded me of a young Richard Pryor, only two heads taller.
Folks,
nothing ever changes. NOT EVER! My cunt chewing ILLEGAL GUES TABES
ARE DRIVING ME NUTS THIS **** CHEWING AFTERNOON, BRAHHHHHH!!!
Leave
it to this time of the year of course. After-all, this is the twelfth
day of July, ladies and gentlemen. “SHARK-SHARK-SHARK”, huh Aunt
Ruth of New-Babylon, New York, USA? BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT,
When
things do not go along with scriptural teachings, this can literally
upset an entire planet's evolution by whatever forces use tech-tricks
to create some kind of a religion for its populous. I of course,
speak about the tracts I passed out in Gloucester City, New Jersey,
in 1986, an dhow Satan did not operate one tiny bit the way
scriptures teach that he does in fact do. In other words, my very
existence on this planet, can prove the entire bible to be a fuckiGN
lie, and this makes me beyond dangerous to the powers that be, who
are behind all of this secret mother fuckiGN shit that these blogs of
ten years now, only are scratching at the surface to!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
HOW I WISH THERE WAS A WAY FOR ME TO BBBBBBBBBBBB
CAREFUL ENOUGH, SO AS TO PREVENT THIS 24/7/365.2422 UNRELENTING
MOTHER ******* DISASTROUS TRAGEDY that is always **** huffing
happening to me. STILL, JUST WHY AND HOW was I able to know this back
when I wrote my 1969 song of early summertime or very late spring
time, called, ''THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES''???
BANG—SLAM-BANG--SLAM--BANG--SLAM
OH
DOES THIS SUCK SHERIFF, AND MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB SCUM SUCKERS!!!
BANG—SLAM-BANG--SLAM--BANG--SLAM
OH
DOES THIS SUCK SHERIFF, AND MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB SCUM SUCKERS!!!
BANG—SLAM-BANG--SLAM--BANG--SLAM
OH
DOES THIS SUCK SHERIFF, AND MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB SCUM SUCKERS!!!
BANG—SLAM-BANG--SLAM--BANG--SLAM
OH
DOES THIS SUCK SHERIFF, AND MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB SCUM SUCKERS!!!
YOU
MISSED ME, MIZZ JANE SLEAZE-WEEDS-DISEASE NOTFONDAU 1-BIT, HA-HA-HA,
BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
'WHETHER'
I GET OUT OF ENDLESS HELL OR
NAUT,
MIZZ AT&T 1983 BLAKE,
THE
WEATHER BUG
BIG-O
and allofem just want to Own The Land!!!!!!!! Back they all came,
against the flame, huh Ralph and Sandy???????????
“No
Halloween for me, dam it”!
I'm
being bad too, MERRY!
SUP
THESE DAYS; HOWARD SOLOMON?
JULY
12, 2015,
SUNDAY
MORNING AT 10:00,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 83 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
SO FAR-------(H-83/L-70).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 74%, FEELING LIKE 90.
WIND
IS SW AT 6, GUSTING TO 7.
NO
IT'S NOT REALLY PAULA KIND DAY OF THE FIFTEEN YEAR FOLKS, BUT NOTHING
EVER MOTHER ******* CHANGES FOR ME, YOU ALL KNOW THIS BY NOW, AS I
TOTALLY KNOW MISTER ISLAND JOEL GETS IT, YO!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
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