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HORRENDOUS WICKED FORT PIERCED, FLORIDA, AKA
BOTBARIDA,
TO QUOTE THE GREAT D.C. ROTH, YO
Folks,
I TOLD FUCKING YOU, THE DOW JONES WAS GOING TO FLY, AND IT WAS UP A
THIRD OF A THOUSAND FUCKING POINTS TODAY, THE BEST DAY OR ONE OF
THEIR TOP TEN IN THIS CENTURY AND MILLENNIUM, YO YO YO YO! I TOLD
FUCKING YOU, GIANT LOVELY GINA, WAS I RIGHT?
I
ASKED MY GAGA CAT WHY THIS DAY HAPPENED, THE WORST DAY IN DECADES,
AND THE DOW FLEW, AND GOT A WILD ANSWER, WELL, TRULY A DUH ANSWER,
PCN-165, as if anyone has to tell me any of this, Mister Doctor James
Garrigan, of Haddonfield of 1970,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
5555555555555555555555555555555
So
where is Mister A, Mister B, Mister D, Mister E, Mister F, and Mister
G, hiding, here on this blog, on DAY-12, Section-C I am left to
ponder, presume, and query my tiny little fucking ass mind peeps, oh
that's right, over in the Library of the Congress, with “THE
PERMISSION BARRIER”, back on Halloween fucking cunt day in 1994,
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, right Mister Michael Mc Freaking
Nulty?????????????????
W----O----W,
I must be on my way to MACY'S, YO!!!!!!
Or
could it be to my great TD Bank? Folks, I really do miss your
wonderful truck outside in the lot, over on Route One. I have
blocked my memories somehow on how this all got started
with ''STACEY MACY WOW'', and the great 'TD BANK', but it did; right
around the friggin' turn of the dam century, some how or some where;
or maybe even some who, ha-ha-ha there, other blocked and mind hacked
1991 laughing guy YO! I mean really, © Office, speaking of a happy,
jolly, and merry Halloween, and all. It is like Moe Howard, if he
were just here to pop me in the back of my head and I know then it
would come out of near limbo, it is right there but they've mind
hacked the shit out of so many of my memories, this lovely rotten
Rockefeller/Kennedy conspirators, and the joke is on them, as they
only think they connect up into shit that is important, and they have
nothing to do with the real foundations of this world, to quote the
mother fucking bible. Thank you Moe Howard, he just hit me now, I
speak of SIR Icabod Crane, now how does one keep forgetting this
FUCKING MIND-HACKED NAME, MISTER FUCKING ITRISH BULLEY ASSHOLE
MCGUIRE OF 10-SC AVENUE, YO YO YO? You and your dirt ball pal Donald
Thump, from PHASE-4. You dudes impress me like the CALLIO branch of
this clan of super fucking dogshit. I hate them all, and most of all,
I DESPISE THAT FUCKING SONG FROM 1983, IT WAS ALL USED IN A TIME
TRAVEL PARLOR TRICK BY THESE TROTTEN DIRT BAGS, ALL FUCKING ASS
ALONG, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH
SHIT,
let me tell you something gargantuan, after what this fucking twisted
ass disease cock sucking did to me today, and after ruining my entire
life for close to 581 deciannums now, YO. First, yes, PCN-165, as
many know, tells it all, and is the number GAGA gave me when I asked
whty this day had to be my fucking cunt crosds to bear or just go
over, either way, Doctor, you know what my problem is and has been,
you sure should, you've caused it a trillion fucking years ago,
lovely SSJKK, and now you enjoy this wonderful game. Saw you the
other day on the SYFI Channel, a New Year's Day Marathon of the old
TWILIGHT ZONE television show, the episode where the couple had a bit
too much to Dawn-Marie King, or drink, same thing really, and found
themselves with their Q-GIRL version of the GREAT-I-AM, SCYLLA.
Again, it must be done, it fits too well not to do it, WOW.
Yes, many things were GAWNUM QUERRIED today, during this unspeakably
vicious fucking despicable monstrous evil ass day, and I learned that
indeed, my blogging has caused all of this, and shit was totally
fucking bad enough before Chris asshole Bennett and Eddie Lynch dick
eating Himacane, put me onto doing blogs and websites. Oh well, glad
some of you enjoyed some of this, while I went through Sumo Wrestling
HELL, CUBED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Where are you when I
need you, 4 pack bottle water carrier Jen, when I could really use
you around, now, and there at that fucking evil library by that dirt
bag asshole high school of geeks and nerds and tough guys? Nice to
know you can deck anybody, huh big Jen, here we go again, sorry, but
it does really fit in here good folks, W-------O-------W!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
MY
BLOGS HAVE TOLD YOU FOR 7 MOTHER FUCKING YEARS NOW FOLKS, THAT I AM
PICKED ON AND PUMMELED AND PERSECUTED ON HOLIDAYS, AND ESPECIALLY ON
MY BIRTHDAY, BY MY DIRT BAG ENEMY, THE
WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE. But
why do you suppose this is part of the shituation and cross I bear,
and not go over, lovely Jennifer Hewitt, and sorry they canceled your
show, as it seems this entire past year was some kind of planetary
parlor trick involving that fucked up stupid song, most recently
posted on the YOUTUBE
by the great goddess PAULAKING2011.
Yes, WHY, YYY JIMMY, did you tell me these fucked up things in 1974
so I could sing that fucked up song ten years later in the autumn of
1984 from HIGHLAND AVENUE, in Cinnaminson, New Jersey,
USA-ES-MWG??????????? Well, ask yourself YYYYYYYYY the lady in June
or around there somewhere back in 2008, nearly got a heart attack at
the United States Copyright Office, over that one silly little piece
of yellow paper. Y did Goddess create the heaven and the Earth, you
could also ponder, even though I all ready know the answer to that,
she is a teenager and she loves to play games, and attend her
sweet-16 birthday party, so there is your BIRTHDAY connection, and
all other things fit into this via one thing and only one thing, good
peeps out here, good old mother fucking TIME TRAVEL or STM
manipulation. ''I AM'' now going to tell you all a huge ass fucking
secret that of course, I also know all ready, will simply just fall
on deaf and worthless fucking ass ears, YO!!
We
all live on a world where we are conscious to about one seventh of
our second as we call these small sixtieth periods of our minutes,
which is one four-teen-hundred-fortieth of our rotation, and we call
this a day, or period of one night and one day, gee whiz, a Genesis
Lesson from mountainpen, go figure? This perfectly matches up with
the speed of light as well as the diametric size of this world,
roughly eight thousand miles. This means that light will travel
roughly seven times around this world of ours each and every second,
and light is the reflection of time. If we evolved on a smaller or
larger world, we would be conscious to slower or quicker fractions of
seconds, and even though all the formulas in science tell us that if
we traveled at near the speed of light for a few weeks or so, and
came back to the Earth, about 100 years would have whizzed by, and
this is true, but only because of a ratio between awareness to time
fractions, you on the fast moving ship, and the others on the slower
moving Earth. Time traveling always changes the BRAIN, whether moving
out of a so-called normal time flow, and going faster, slower, or
even in reverse, it is the brain that is changing,and recreating the
new time and 5th
dimensional hyperspace reality around you, just as right now, it's
your fucking stupid ass brain, that is creating the space-time, and
all of the shit that this contains. This is why there are folks who
can trance out and move through time and hyperspace, as you are only
doing what a time machine would do, and yes, I know that there are
indeed, TIME BOXES, rectangular boxes just a tad bit larger than shoe
boxes, I HAVE WITNESSED THEM, and yet I remain totally fucking
unimpressed, Aunt Geraldine Snow Mason, and your CIA Operative pal,
the great 1967 Iranian Shah. All the people that really know the
great SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, know other names that she uses
quite often when she plays her many games in so many unlimited
dimensions of reality. The Hello-Ziggy 1969 anti-pollution commercial
is all a secret part of this, as well as a coded message, left for
those who can possibly understand how to decode it. Hello Ziggy, I AM
here, Ziggy, Ziggy, HELLO. Whoever taped this, made sure certain
parts of the words came out stronger and weaker at powerfully coded
areas of the structure of the entire shouted sentence. Still, done by
sleep walkers, done by space aliens, it is all the same to me and
always will be, and again, it leaves me completely unimpressed,
folks. Why I did not say “CURLY” inste4ad of “MY”, is
anyone's guess, Copyright Examiner of 1986, but I said MY, just as I
said Ziggy, LOW I AM, and the SHAH knows the full secret, and how the
other major name for the All mighty Scylla got started about a dozen
millennia ago. I speak of Elohim, or hello I am, without the here.
Since those who have sang the song and know the song from the turn of
the millennium have met HER and know they want to see Her, oh yes,
Karen Simons, we're not imaging any of this, are we; but this is how
the part that sounds more masculine got removed in secret, thousands
of years ago, and this is not in any history book or secret religion,
as none of this secret powerful fucking information, was able to
survive enough necessary time, Julia Hoffman. This is why the real
name for the All mighty is indeed known by those who took down the
great towers that I named a long time ago, huh Donna Angela
Mills????????????????? So my only query now is this, sweetie, where
are all your friends from the fifth dimension, or is all that's left,
the coded secret Marilyn McCoo??????????????????? Well, in any event,
I'll a wrap this powerful truth up now, but you know who you are and
what you are, SCYLLA, and you don't need Mark Wayne Mohr, or his
blogs, or his old now defunct website to un-hack your great memories,
oh GREAT GODDESS!!!!!!! This is why I posted up that song from the
early nineteen-eighties, Scylla, to draw you out, and in a way, I
did, but not quite the way I had hoped for, Brown Eyed Girl. I sure
hope you don;t kick the crap out of me tonight when I lose my waking
world awareness and enter your Mighty Queendom of so many colored
lights, with or without any trees, or Jason Forrest's.
“YOU'LL
BE CROSSING OVER”, 1983-2012
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
I
told you, RIH Casino, you'd be surprised about computers.
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