9:40
A.M., May 20, 2019,
on an early MONDAY
MOUUUUUUUURNING
ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD
SECTION----Q
|
PARALLEL
EVENT
is also translated, (Mark
Mohr's mother fucking WORST
NIGHTMARE!!!!!!!)
But then in all mother fucking fairness, so is goddamn MIND
CONTROL AND TELOSIANISM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
dirt bag monster asshole neighbors next door in
unit 605 HAVE BEEN MY MAIN
ENEMIES RIGHT ALONG FOR YEARS NOW,
SINCE THEY CUNT LAPPING MOVED IN HERE. They woke
me up this morning at about five minutes
shy of nine hammering super fucking
loudly on my wall. I am willing to bet a million bucks that
they are not doing anything at all other than FUCK WITH ME, and that
they are not fixing anything nor hanging a series of never ending
pictures up. Most of the time that I have been thinking that this
hammering is upstairs, it seems that it is all coming from next door,
and that is the true one and fucking cunt only, “HAMMERING
HARRIET” of the goddamn joint!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My
mother noticed it and said to me one day many years ago, “Why do we
always have to get one rotten nabe who annoys us without let up, no
matter where we ever go or how hard we try and escape
it?????????????????????????????? She was right then, and she would be
totally mother fucking correct today as well, Sheriff sir, yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo, and YYYYYYYY??????? Because some mother fucking thing
out there somewhere is using never ending MIND
CONTROL
TELOSIANISM to accomplish
this. Now if anyone else has a better explanation for it, I
AM GODDAMN FUCKING LISTENING
WITH A FULLY OPEN MIND!!!!!!!!!
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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THE
GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
THE
RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
ETERNAL
JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, SECTION-Q
10:03
ANTE' MERIDIAN
MONDAY
MORNING
20
MAY, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
©
2006-2019, BOM (Blogs Of Mountainpen)
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
There
are five items that attempt to explain
what is going on in the condition of humanity here on this
Earth-Planet. These are as follows:
1---The
church
2---The
Scientific Community
3---The
Philosophers Club
4---The
Ancient Astronaut Theorists
5---MORIANITY
Whether
our names are Rhonda or naut, Mizz Annoyance Caller Bureau AT&T
Blake, from 1983; let's explore this
some more, shall we! I
was awakened at 7:35 this mother fucking MOUUUUUUUURNING, to my
across the hall TRIAD-NABES from DOGTOWN, slamming the door, with a
red shopping cart outside of it in the common hallway.
None
of the first four fucking cunt food groupation items can even hope to
explain these two early morning noise assaults on me,
but yes, MORIANITY
CAN,
just as it can also explain why right fucking now, my wonderful kind
Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara sir, what just caused my computer
cum
puke her
to attempt to crash for absolutely no Earthly reason, at precisely
eight minutes past ten!!! Again kind Sheriff, it tried to crash, and
sir, I
APPEAR TO HAVE SUDDENLY AND MAGICALLY FALLEN UNDER ANOTHER MAJOR
MOTHER FUCKING CUNT EATING TOTAL DEATH SIEGE, ME KIND SIR,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! BANG-BANG-BANG, these
turd swallowing scum from hell are pouring it on me today, wonderful
SHERIFF SIR. Still, I knew this would happen last night as I fell
into bed, as was previous spoken, because of the big temporary drop
in the dirt bag EVIL TRILOGY EVIL EMPIRE stock market, as this has
been going on with me now ever since awakening out of that wild
dreaming-interaction on the MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING of AUGUST
THE FIFTEENTH, IN THE YEAR 1986.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
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 that are viciously
persecuting me ON
THIS 20TH DAY IN MAY OF 2019,
WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL
PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE ASSAULT ON ME NOW, AND
ESPECIALLY THIS HORRENDOUS FUCKING MAJOR
NEIGHBOR ENEMY NEXT DOOR TO ME, IN APARTMENT NUMBER 605, AND WHOEVER
IS SCREWING WITH MY COMPUTER, AND ALL OTHER ENEMIES IN MY
SURROUNDING NEIGHBORHOOD, AND IN MY RESIDENCE BUILDING;
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-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.
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©
1983 Mark Wayne Mohr, private electronic-metaphysics program.
I
know fully well that this loud noise assault on me that started
morning, carried out today BY THIS NUT CASE UGLY FLAT SLEAZY SLUT
NEXT DOOR IN APARTMENT #605,
is all because of the stock market, and is being done with Telosion
MIND CONTROL by the evil
wicked mother fucking MILITUFORCE.
This is brutal, and she is definitely harassing me, and I
am going to call 911 in a few moments after posting up, she is
leaving me absolutely no choice whatsoever!!!!!!!! This is total
ELDER ABUSE, and it is totally mother fucking
ILLEGAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sheriff,
the telephone persecution is bad again, and I am going to be at your
MIDWAY ROAD OFFICE TOMORROW MORNING,
bright and goddamn early, crying my mother fucking eyes out to your
staff. That may be a CAP-JOB (cut and paste), but it is very
appropos, sir Sheriff, as last night shortly before midnight, that
ILLEGAL CALLER hit me again on my cellphone, and I saw on the mother
fucking news recently, this is a scam so that people will be annoyed
and call them back, and like the old 900 numbers of yesteryear, then
the victim is targeted with a charge to their phone service and the
money of course goes directly to the illegal scammer/harasser,
BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FINAL
SAFE JOURNAL, PUBLIC, ALL THE REST ARE
100%
PRIVATE, ALL BLOGS END, AND YOUTUBE IS COMING DOWN ALONG WITH
FACEBOOK IN MIDDLE JANUARY.
I
GET PICKED ON NO MATTER WHAT I DO.
PEOPLE
COME ONTO MY E-MAIL AND SAY THEY WANT TO BE A FRIEND ON FACEBOOK. SO
I CLICK THE BUTTON. THE NEXT THING I KNOW, I AM IN TROUBLE WITH
FACEBOOK FOR FRIENDING PEOPLE I DON'T KNOW. I CANNOT WIN. THEY WANT
TO PERSECUTE ME AND NOT LET PEOPLE WITH MENTAL PROBLEMS ON THIS
INTERNET COMMUNITY, AND THEY MOTHER FUCKING WONDER WHY SCHOOLS ARE
BEING SHOT UP, AND MALLS, AND ETCETERA . THEY GO ON PERSECUTING AND
HARASSING THOSE ON THEIR TIN FOIL HAT LIST. THE MOTHER FUCKING BIBLE
SAYS THIS WILL HAPPEN IN THE END TIMES. I KNOW IT IS TRUE. THOSE WHO
ARE GENUINELY GOOD ARE STOPPED FROM BUYING AND SELLING, TRANSLATION;
FROM PARTICIPATING IN THE SOCIOLOGICAL NORMS. FINE, FUCK ALL OF YOU,
GO TO HELL AND BURN. YOU ARE ALL FUCKING CUNT RID OF ME NOW, AND RYAN
WILL HAVE ALL MY GARBAGE CLEARED, AND OFF THE FUCKING GARBAGE
FACEBOOK AS WELL AS YOUTUBE. I HAVE FUCKING HAD IT. I AM DAMMED IF I
DO, DAMMED IF I DON'T, THEY WILL NOT LET ME WIN ON THIS INTERNET
SHIT, SO FUCK YOU! THE COMPUTER WILL BE THROWN OFF THE JETTY, AND I
AM HEADING FOR MEXICO IN THE MIDDLE OF JANUARY. NO MORE BILLS WILL BE
PAID AS OF RIGHT NOW. FUCK THE BLOGS, AND MORIANITY, FOREVER AND
EVER. BYE BYE YOU JIT BAGS!!!!! The End!
THIS
IS A RE-POST COPY ON MY OPEN OFFICE W.P.
WHY SHOULDN'T A
DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE???
“Y
SHOUDN’T A DOG LIVE IN A DOGHOUSE”
(The epitome of harassment, internet version)
(The millionth-council and me)
(Morianity project continues from 1995 on tape)
DATFILE: 021809.951---(February 18, 2009)
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
I liked it a lot more when my computer was a lot simpler, but genius Ed Himacane made some major changes when he was last over, and programs run and stuff happens, and it is a pain in the rear end 4 me, the freaking sweeper keeps signaling me and stopping the word program every minute, and also the WOMO gave me a bowel hit a little while back around 9 or just past. Now this pain in my ass computer crap is not stopping, I have tried shutting down, restarting, nothing stops it, some fucking worm is in this, the sweeper will not stop popping on and yet all of this has been swept. Well, guess Eddie will B coming back over. Someday I will prove I am being messed with somehow and take this straight 2 the ACLU and the FBI, cannot blog further until I get 2 the fucking bottom of this spy sweeper problem. All I can do is keep fucking with this thing, let it re-sweep and multitask, the gods; all I wanna' do is blog Ed, what have U done 2 me with all this complex shit? I am not looking 2 run a 20 tera byte system, just 2 do a little blogging 4 crissake. Aniwho, MCMCAAONMC, I guess that is all the dumb machine wanted, just to sweep again, as it is not signaling me and stopping the word program every 20 seconds, PTL--PR. Miss cunt face tried 2 wipe me out, have to shit my eyes a couple minutes now, or that crumb’ll nail me 4 sure. OK, now it is eleven thirteen. I will NEVER FORGIVE OR FORGET that horrid night, back in 1993; at the Atlanta Braves Ballpark, Jane. What U did 2 me was so despicable, it would stink right through a garden of flowers 8 light years cubed. Anyway I am not in a doghouse, I am in a far worse house, and have so much 2 tell y’all it sucks wind backwards at the speed of sound. Where 2 begin is always my biggest problem, as I never will have the time I need 2 really write anywhere near all that I feel is necessary; in order 2 reveal my major plight 2 this evil world in sufficient amounts, so as 2 get anyone with clout 2 ever take pity on me, and assist me in getting 2 the bottom of my hellish nightmare woes. Actually, if the top most powerful persons on the Earth all decided 2 help me, they would fail. That is how gargantuan my troubles really R BRO, Twinbay, and all others. I am not a pessimist Missy, and U read me all wrong that day at the Galloway, New Jersey Library. But nothing ever just happens and no one will understand what I know in its fullness, not Christians, not atheists, not scientists, not sci-fi buffs, not Catholics, not even Eckists, Monks, Buddhists, and U name it, as nobody sees in total clarity, what is real; nobody. The reason that all things appear 2B in some weird and indistinguishable code of jumbled randoms, beyond any possible human recognition; is because we believe whole heartedly, and take a powerful Copperfield illusion, totally seriously; that a projection around us is there and real, when in fact; nothing beyond our center of is-ness of being can B. This of course is simply because, as any possible space extends out beyond our innermost self, time brings it all back right into us in a circulation system of perfect and precise ratio and proportion, that is all a part of the mechanics of a hypersphere, or an upline thought wave in a down-lining process; and this is truth. Refreshing old blogs, 4 new Blogauds, that will most likely not go back, and sift through the long-winded Mountainpen discourses of Morianity, and its teachings; there is a truth that is real to itself, and the Buddhists R not correct that all truth is alterable and relative, to what an inner self makes it, until it eventually comes 2 realize that it is not really there 2 start with. This is all so true in a small box, but it leaves out what the great Atlantic City alchemist told me back in the summer-time of 1974, while I was staying overnight at a rooming house, owned by a lady named Selena Dada, on Stenton Place, between Atlantic and Pacific Avenues. The ultimate truth IS zero dimension. This nothingness somehow DOES exist, and IS aware of itself; and cannot find a way 2 shut off that awareness. It does learn 2 dream out and away from itself into phase two reality, or the Astral Plane; or the Shakespearean arena of the great dream shift, that mortals call the spirit world or realm. Some entity connected with the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL will not stop this fucking hacking, the sweep finished, and now the prompt keeps popping up again, so Ed will come over and get 2 the bottom of this fucking shit once and 4 all. 4 right now, I must live with this, as I have now lived for two days with no telephone service that I am legally paying 4, and I am gonna' contact the BOARD OF PUBLIC UTILITIES, no peace 4 a second ever, not on the weekends in that hell job, and now my entire weeks R wrecked. It is round the clock, with no let up, and not a moments peace 4 life, right WPIX-1988-New York, New York, UFO THE COVER UP TV SHOW, AGENT CONDOR AND AGENT FALCON? Talk about never forgetting things like dirty rotten Jane in 1993, or this show on channel 11, NYNY, back in 1988. U don’t forget major shit that goes down in your life, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! It never stops, it never backs off. Committing suicide only serves 2 make it worse 4 me, as I know it is all an illusion, and that I will just find myself right back in the same dream, like running 4 the light, and the light won’t go on, and realizing that U never woke up, and now U finally have; so again U jump out of bed and run 4 the light, and then again it does not go on, and I have gone through this nightmare 4 monstrous lengthy amounts of time, or whatever is really happening; just as I have existed forever and will; and I KNOW IT. I slit my wrists last night at 3 in the morning, and slowly bled out right here on my bed. It is so way cool 2 bleed out, and feel the life going out of U, as U get icy cold; and begin 2 fade away, believing as hard as U can that it will all B over in a moment, just as Skylar Rumson was told by Barnabas Collins, when he forced him 2 shoot himself through the heart; on the television show, 'DARK SHADOWS'. Only 4 me, I keep waking up and thinking I am dying; and have not yet died, and then die; and then wake up again and again, until eventually, I wake up, and the entire thing was just a dream, but then; I am aware totally, that all of this is just an astral dream down, and even that is a dream away from the truth; or the great void of zero dimensional existence; something no human being can fathom. Some of these mighty truths were once up online on a website called, www.morianity-foundation.com/ but this site is now defunct, as Kate and I do not have any money; nor any new material 2 copyright presently, on the subject thereof. I am aware that free sites exist, and Ed will B working on finding me one; and getting this foundation, and its many powerful truths, back up 4 this blind ignorant planet, and its residents 2C and know. At least this world will have the truth. The only good thing now, is that this stupid fucking pop up can shoot up every 20 seconds or so; and eventually go off, and it is not stopping the word program until I click on it.
Long story short, the mail was always delivered here, at this lovely 6-9 room place, with rooms that all sort of go into each other, with no hallways; and just endless first days of summer of 2008, and a powerful goddess that has been chasing me around 4 all infinity now; but mail was always delivered here at about 10:30 AM, until about last weekend give or take, and now it is coming sporadically and never B4 3 or so in the afternoon. King Dawn the Queen, formerly and always known by, PRINCE; asked me 2 call the Post Office, and C if I can find out what is up with the mail around here, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I reminded her what she wanted me 2 use 4 a telephone. She said, 'use the house phone that they have on their Comcast Cable system' that also runs my internet, and we split the package deal bill between us. Still, I reminded her that I did not have the number 4 the Post Office, even though I invented the thing a very long time ago. She always tells me how expensive it is on their Comcast plan, 2 call the service information operator. Her mom AKS, looked up the number in some book they finally found; a personal book of numbers and they had the local Post Office listed, yo. So I called, and Long Island Highways, and Lottery Cats that meow me 2 death in 1980, just 2 or 3 months after the LOIS FOCA interaction with SCYLLA; they have an interesting telephone number, right Frank Calli-0---D-I-E, YO??????????? There is no way this is all just a coincidence, wo BRO, I am not done yet, so hold onto your stupid looking suspenders, Eddie Albert Gabor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God these crashing cymbals get louder by the day, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, MC,MC, and all other non MC’s; I called and spoke my peace; and here is what the nice lady told me, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems the rural area of Berryville, New Jersey, formerly B4 Mountainpen and Prince, known as Hammonton, is going 2 get a mail count, interesting initials. This Mail Count is not 4 any reason I have ever heard of. The story I was given, was that all mail on local roads, will B taken first 2 the Post Office 2B counted; and then delivered. This is the wildest and strangest thing I have heard of since I invented the Post Office. Do they really think Roger is going 2 mail me something from Arizona?????????????????? I cannot think of any other reason 4 this very mysterious and strange SITUATION here, Inspector Louigee Henderson!!!!!!!!! If UR out there RC, do not mail me anything, this is 2 weird!!!!!!!!!!!! Your system is wonderful. I played 4 games today, 3 were all no signal, and the 4th one was an IN-LOW-8-STOP OUT LOW-14, with one green hit, for a 5 and a half unit profit.
Diana, I am not able 2 communicate with U in our usual way, until the repairman arrives Thursday afternoon. When he does, he is going 2 face the phone jack, insert plug down, currently with no pun intended, it faces up, right into that leak from the upstairs bathroom shit-hole, and even though this leak has been fixed; I do not trust these fucking pricks from here 2 the China Earthquakes, and the Hawaiian Volcanoes. Much later tonight, or 2 keep Don Cialoni happy from the recording studio, tomorrow night, as he used 2 say, “It won’t B tomorrow, until I go home and go 2 bed, and then get up”; I will B back on line with my big beautiful blond. Please always B around me Diana, UR my lightning, and I need U my love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I felt that terrific strike the other day, when I was moving something; and made contact with something. How I loved my days as Benny, and messing with U, and the only thing that saddens me now, is that U never trusted me with your secrets back then, of what and WHO I was dealing with, after all; it is all just a dream, right Chris Farlowe, plans and schemes all not withstanding????? Well, she did ladies and gentlemen, as I lay on my bed dying in 1790, no this is not a typo; crash, bing, Harry Callas, and 13 bells of Sound Pressure Level, BR!!!!! No DZA did tell me at the very end when she knew my heart was just about 2 quit, and told me that I would wake up in a room in the sun, and I did in 1980, but she never explained how she was Sarah-Stacey’s cousin on the great Astral Plane, and I did not know about her at all until the end of the 20th century. Maybe this is all how and Y and what made my dad so sick 2 his stomach on the train. No uncle Snoots, I never said my poopy pop was right by telling the conductor that it was U that puked all over. I just think it was very rude of U2B saying this 2 my mom, at your shit hole mansion, at 175 Peninsula Drive, in Nebuchadnezzar-ville, New York; right in my presence, when I was just a young lad of 17; ya son of a bitch!!!!!!!!!!! But who am I but dog shit?, and UR the mighty Senior Vice President of the Chemical National Bank, the second most powerful bank on the planet at the time in ‘72. Cheer up Sam Walton, my plans R all fucked up, and that boosts this scummy economy of yours, and uncle Snooties. Nothing good lasts forever, but let me tell the world what happened when I woke from the dream where I slit my wrists. The market had gone up 1633 points that day. I know it, I was there; but by moving off of where I was exactly in the hyperspace, I re-dreamed myself into a slightly shifted locale, where the 'DOW' had finished off nearly three bucks. Hyperspaces make strange bed fellows, huh banker of Akoslem??????????????? U wouldn’t have wanted the Haddonwood property buddy, as there is a strange void field out in the lake there somewhere, that leads far away; and U don’t need 2B concerned with what this pitiful whittle retard knows about all this, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! “Talk 2 Frank”. Yeah, I was good enough 4U back when I was 15 though, huh Victoria, U child molester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH “I have such gorgeous hair”, do I? Well, U need 2 talk 2 Donna Gaines, and her friends; and then 2 the Wolf clan, that seems so fascinated by her last name. Jeese Louise Shannon Wallwarp Carwrecker Genlow, of December 18th of 2006!!!!! www.blogger.com/http/drunkenhive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Almost 39 years have come and gone now Vicki, bite me bitch!!!!!!!!!!! This whole nightmare chews. I’m bookin’, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Y shouldn’t a dog live in a doghouse, a crazy house; or a nightmare? Well, because I never did anything 2 deserve this, and just because I am Stacey’s dog, this is just 2 keep her miserable parents happy. They banned all the dogs out of Her great city, and over the great wall into Dogtown. Read the last page of the KJV of the Holy Bible, Y would I make this shit up, BRRRR?
GOOGLE AND SWIS, AND KS-WORLD LABS OF 2299, THIS IS ALL Blahhhhhh and bleeeeeeeee and blmummmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Copyright Michael Wayne Mountainpen-2009, and blog registered on an official registry bloggers website.
E~N~D------------T~R~A~N~S~M~I~S~S~I~O~N, BR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark or Jesse, Grammar schools in EHNJUSAESMWG in this or any other part of HS.
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This
is YYYYYYYYYYYYY this poor dog should not live in this eternal
doghouse, it is quite simple really. Let me explain things to you
ladies and gentlemen:
BECAUSE
IT IS UNFAIR
BECAUSE
I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT
BECAUSE
I AM INNOCENT
BECAUSE
I AM IN AGONY AND TIRED OF BEING ENDLESSLY PERSECUTED BY ALL MIGHTY
SCYLLA GODDESS.
BECAUSE
I AM DAMMED IF I DO AND DAMMED IF I DON'T.
GET
IT YET, GOOD FOLKS???????
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I
have been getting struck hard with one assaults from Mizz Sleazeweeds
Slimedisease Fonda for quite a while now. Here are some mother
fucking FIVE NUMBER STRINGS to try and cunt licking cunt phlegm rape
(compensate) for this hellishness, yo BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ALSO, all cunt chewing weekend, my heart was struck hard with MAJOR
MILITUFORCE DEATH BEAM STRIKES, MISTER FUCKING HALL, NOT MICROSOFT
MISTER HALLoweentown EITHER, OR ALL ALLigators EITHER, YO YO YO YO
YO, BUT STILL, I will try and do Merry that favor that she asked me,
and not keep harping on goddamn reptiles and gators, yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo, still, Starburn and sunburns from Haddon Hills on Pyle
Avenue, GOLLLLEEEY, yo, I know I am not imagining for one sick single
solitary fucking shit eating seck that I was abducted suddenly while
working at the Griffin Pipe job, finding meself on that bus in
Pennsylvania and ending up in that Atlantic City video room and being
told to “SHUT UP” by those wild strange interdimensional agents
from DOGTOWN (H---E---L---L) while I was being interrogated. I left
the STARBURN BUTTERCHEESE PROPERTY OF PENNSYLVANIA, AND ENDED UP
RIGHT THERE ACROSS THE FUCKING STREET FROM MISTER NON SHANNON
DOGHERTY JENLOW! Yes, they are leaving me absolutely no mother
fucking choice other than to join the largest fucking global UFO
club, and tell them to read my MORIANITY blogs over the past thirteen
and a half twat sucking years. WOW THAT
FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And a big fat fucking SOOOOOOOOOO,
huh Arthur Crane???????????????????? And a big shit eating
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE to my old bub Mister sir Chester-Frank, me
BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!
This
pig next door is really slamming her goddamn fucking door today to
fully complete her major ELDER ABUSE ON ME, SIR, BUT THEN WHAT ELSE
IS NEW, AS I AM GOING TO HAVE TO CALL 911!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You absolute madlad
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