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THIS
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AND
THIS HUMAN-HYBRID, WITH THE
Blood
type--A neg. & Eye
color--green-hazel
IS
NOT SIGNING OFF QUITE
YET, FOLKS!!!!!!
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Sheriff
KJM sir; my enemies are pouring on a death harassment, and it started
about forty minutes or so after I posted up my previous blog.
I wish you could send some people over to my building and to my sixth
floor, to hear the screaming and door slamming that began around ten
thirty or so, and is MAJOR BAD. I MAY HAVE TO
CALL 911 IF THIS DOES NOT STOP! I pay my rent here too, and
shouldn't have to take this abuse from these goddamn ignorant enemy
ILLEGAL GUESTS OR WHOMEVER THEY ARE, BUT IT
WON'T STOP, SHERIFF, BANG-SLAM-BANG-SLAM, SHOUT SHOUT SHOUT!
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PAULA DOESN'T LIKE IT AT ALL!!!!!!!!!!!
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forget about alligators, Mister
Microsoft Spellchecker. It's Paula King
that we all need to be concerned with here, yo yo yo yo yo!
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forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits? To start with, I could make a VERY
ANGRY
MOTHER. Then, at the risk
of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure of, is
that you cannot be sure of anything. Sorry for my rotten bad
attitude, gorgeous Twinbay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, USE THIS HYPERLINK.
AND
ERICA, DO NOT USE THISSSSSSSSSS SNAKE SOUND!
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The
damn death angel is annoying me to mother fucking death, what else?
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Well,
since these mother fucking diseased Atlantic
City nightmare jerk off scum bag sub-people and witches, are
determined to ruin, wreck, and utterly wipe out and fucking destroy
me, and think they're all so cunt lapping above the law; here will
come a little bit of revenge. First with my MAGNESONIC,
and then with some more powerful revenge-tattle-tailing from my
absolute best 'RATS-TATS-REAL FOOTBALL'
DAYS OF NON LOVELY JESSICA SIMPSON, from
my days of Jenny's, you know, Trailer
Park Jenny, and don't bother flying
around here as it won't prove a thing Jenny!
Let's get on with it, yo.
The
“Let's move his fucking place on the page HACK”
is back recently, and with a real cunt huffing vengeance; Sheriff
Mascara, sir!
MAGNETIC
SOUND MACHINE:
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Computer,
OPEN COMMAND--G-7, and 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 neighborhood and PHA Building neighbor
enemies, and nearby street residents enemies, on a crush-destruct
order; also including any and all enemies given to me by any
of my Atlantic City enemies, including Robert McGuire and Paula King,
under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power.
Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13,
CG5555-QP4 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
Well
goddamn it my wonderful Blogaudians, yo; I
guess these horrendous mother fucking sub-pigs want total war with
me, with all sorts of crashes, natural disasters, and worse. What
can I say here, Attorney General Bondi, and Sheriff Mascara? And here
comes another mother fucking DEATH ANGEL ASSAULT, AS
MISTER MORTIMER MORTINO
IS NOW PASSING BY MY LEFT SIDE THIS TIME, AT TEN MINUTES SHY/WHY OF
12-NOON, ON THIS SUPER MOTHER FUCKING BOTBAR DAY OF ALL ALLIgators
AND ALL NIGHTMARES!!!!!!!!!!!!
(CAP)
It is mother fucking 6:21 in the Post Meridian. The dirt bag death
angel is passing by my right side as I type this blog, folks!
I
IMAGINE THAT I COULD CAP IN THESE LEFT AND RIGHT SIDE DEATH ANGEL
PASSINGS, QUITE FUCKING ENDLESSLY, AS IT HAPPENS WITH HORRIBLE MOTHER
FUCKING REGULARITY, AND THE
WORSE MY LIFE GETS AND THESE BRUTAL ASSAULTS ON ME ARE,
THEN THE GREATER NUMBER OF MISTER MORTINO VISITS AROUND ME GET,
CHECKING, AND SCANNING OUT MY POSITION IN THE COSMOS, FOR A RAPID
DELIVERY BACK
INTO THE PURGATORY.
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WHY AM I POPULAR IN THESE GREAT COUNTRIES. I THINK WE ALL KNOW THAT
MY WORDS ARE TRUE. PEOPLE ARE JUST A BUNCH OF GUTTLESS RAT BASTARDS
WHO ARE TOO SCARED TO TAKE ON POWER STRUCTURES, TO EVER HELP POOR
PITIFUL NON-RONSTADT ME, HUH LOVELY LINDA???
THE
BIGGEST POWER OF ALL IS PAULA KING
THE QUEEN OF BLUE, AND EVERY SINGLE 1985 COPYRIGHT EXAMINER KNOWS
THAT I AM SPEAKING WORDS OF MARCUCCI TRUTH AND
WISDOM HERE, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!
''AND
THAT'S JUST REALITY SON”.
''AND
THAT'S JUST REALITY SON”.
''AND
THAT'S JUST REALITY SON”.
''AND
THAT'S JUST REALITY SON”.
''AND
THAT'S JUST REALITY SON”.
''AND
THAT'S JUST REALITY SON”.
About Me
MARK
WAYNE MOHR, (MOUNTAINPEN)
- theansweristheqyuestion
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So
when the
mighty Ray Young,
not Joe, or not just Joe either, for that matter, said
that with my stuff about causing things to move sub-atomically just
by using the gaming-hall-numbers-trick,
for a lacking of some more terrific academic title created by the
intelligentsia society of a sort, and I'm quoting Mister Young here,
“We
could take over the world in about ten moves”.
It might be a bit more than ten moves, and I didn't wish to argue
with him about it, butter-cheese-Spellchecker, and BUTTTT, and that's
big ass BUTT for crissake; it really truly honestly and verily would
not be a long tedious drawn out process. Knowing this trick, and
having a small army to do your bidding, and you could in fact
accomplish any mother fucking thing you could possibly ever wish to,
and
if I am lying, then I am dying, Mister Patrick Games-Expert CBS Jane
of the Dellway Dreams Club of late 2007!!!!!
However, this is not my point, but merely a needed foundation to be
verbally laid down so that what I will now begin to discuss, can
hopefully make a lot more sense to my Blogaudians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Allow me to press on here, kind and unkind folks, to whoever category
that you may choose to belong.
In
all honesty, with the powerful enemies that I have, and the
incredible ability that they definitely appear to endlessly possess
in making me forever isolated, helpless, and defenseless; this
knowledge alone and by itself is as worthless as a single key in a
dual safe system at a bank safety deposit box that may perhaps
contain millions of dollars of value inside. I
am the one key,
Mizz Safka, or the great 1971 Melanie Earth Shoe hippie-girl was
the other key.
It never really was about one key and one roller skate, despite her
wonderful and catchy whittle song from back in the day, huh Mister
Ciprionni Ohmmmm and Mister Count Von-Marcucci??? Yes I'll bet
neither one of these great ESS-Traveler-dual-Special-Ed-Teachers
had clue number one about pass-codes
and internet and social media, or my Google password for that matter;
not even with all of the great man's incredible wisdom words. Now if
THAT doesn't fucking ass deserve a mountainpen and a mountain-sized
W---O---W,
then what the fucking shit ever could or ever will; entities of the
Earth-Planet?????????????? Now I don't worry about large
RED-EXES
any
more,
since I never married a lot of Native American squaws, at least not
in this parallel of hyperspace, or in this lifetime, or any others
that my great memory can pull up; but I do remember the
great RED-EX
at Camp
Chesapeake,
in Northeast,
Maryland.
I will even 'CAP' in this little footnote from Donna Summer's still
surviving white boy from both 1989, as well as two decades into the
goddamn future now. I
have a message here for my old goddamn camp counselor, Mister Kaiter.
'THIS
IS REDICULOUS'! I have a message here for my old goddamn camp
counselor, Mister Kaiter. 'THIS IS REDICULOUS'! I have a message here
for my old goddamn camp counselor, Mister Kaiter. 'THIS IS
REDICULOUS'! I have a message here for my old goddamn camp counselor,
Mister Kaiter. 'THIS IS REDICULOUS'! I have a message here for my old
goddamn camp counselor, Mister Kaiter. 'THIS IS REDICULOUS'!
REDICULOUS'! REDICULOUS'! REDICULOUS'! REDICULOUS'! REDICULOUS'!
REDICULOUS'! REDICULOUS'! REDICULOUS'! REDICULOUS'! REDICULOUS'!
REDICULOUS'! REDICULOUS'! REDICULOUS'! REDICULOUS'! REDICULOUS'!
REDICULOUS'! REDICULOUS'!
So
you want war with me, ridiculous or not, all
Maryland residents,
and also non-Maryland residents? Well, there is no
way that my outlandish and completely unexplainable medical choking
glandular condition just happened out
of the blue.
No doctor can explain it, nor are they willing to ever try. They
were TOLD NOT TO,
and the more you all keep tuning into that fantastic HISTORY
CHANNEL on late Tuesday night's,
I believe the more we are all going to fucking learn
about their stuff,
and also, MY
STUFF.
I for one am not planning on missing one single minute of one single
fucking show. These
Milituforce's were fucking with me ever since shit all began around
me when I came back from that beyond bizarre interaction on the night
before I awoke on the morning of August 15, 1986.
It is all involved, and it is all totally connected up. The
chain being stolen in a powerhouse dream,
at the very day when PROJECT
BLUEBOOK WAS TERMINATED BY THE AIR FORCE,
the huge
beautiful 3-sided perfectly made jet trail just an hour or so after I
came out of the DREAM,
and all of the aerial
persecution and harassment that began happening to me right after the
hyperspace jump that night over at that Richard barf Karpf house in
Cherry
Hill, New Jersey,
USAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And the beat goes on and on and on, with or
without lovely Cher Bono, Melanie Safka, Donovan Leach; or any of
those one name only great sixties rock artists. This
is straight up straight talk, there are no lies or attempts herein to
deceive a soul. This is Morianity, and to the best of my knowledge it
is 100% true and accurate!!!!!!!
But there is a ton more shit that needs to be told, and it will be
told, just not while shit is this totally fucking bad. I may need to
get over to that goddamn Sheriff's Office early next week BEFORE
THIS IS PERMITTED TO GO ANY MOTHER FUCKING FURTHER!!!!!!!
I got your message about the latest 'chill-mo pervo' who has moved in
close by; thank you Sheriff. You have no idea sir what it is like
having to live under this nightmare, not the smallest clue. I
believe it is even worse than being in fucking jail.
I'd have to be proven wrong in order for me to believe that I am.
I
will bring you some wild proof when I drive over, kind
Sheriff KJM.
I can't play around with this shit any longer. Something has got to
give, as I am not going to mother fucking survive until my bennies
allow me leave this horrible evil place and disappear deep into South
America. This
cannot happen until I turn age 66 Sheriff, and that is not until the
4th
day of December of next year, 2020,
more than 22 months away. I
NEED YOUR HELP!!!
ALL
SAVANTS CAN NOW SAY, “THE END”.
“THE
END”--“THE END”--“THE END”
WHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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