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ALL THINGS HAPPEN BY A PLAN, RIGHT DUNCAN
MCLEOD?????????????????????????????
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Still, I will
openly declare just what I fully know to be happening, or
''haaaaapening'', Mister Derrijo Exxon from 1983! I wondered for a
while, when things are at a seeming peak of wild shit going on and
things being told, the count drops, while concentrically, it flies up
during ordinary more average blogging. It is because I have only the
powerful enemies out here as a steady viewership. This stands to
reason and no other concept is mother fuckiGN one bit logical. Once
in a rare while, a few stumbled onto me and my Morianity. They read
out of curiosity, and then move on, thinking, 'wow, what a drip shit
asshole this dude is, no more wasting our time reading this mother
fucking jerk offs blog'. So ADA Ron Wirtz Senior was correct all
fucking along. He said get on a computer, you'll know what to do.
This was before the internet had a soul on it, other than for these
MILITUFORCE ENEMIES. So indeed, kind sir, my answers must also, as
your astute wisdom proclaims, be all up there in Carlisle,
Pennsylvania. Even jit fucking McGuire said just about as much one
day to me right outside of his rotten ass bar, in Atlantic City, in
sort of a round about way. Looking back on his words now, it is
blatantly obvious. He kept telling me the Callio's are all from
Pennsylvania, and to quote distant Cuzz Trump, “Like I gave a
shit”, but he said it to me with a powerfully stern expression on
his miserable hostile fucking face, aniwho!
I
am not wrestling against flesh and blood, but exploratronics,
slightly translated updated version of powerful bible scripture,
peeps! I know that 99% of my steady fuckiGN customers, already know
this only too well, as THEY ARWE ALL THE GUESTS, that I need to
correctly guess who and what and where and why someday, the how,
shit; that I already know, Patricia Hollister, a lot thanks to you,
ma'am, back off all Paul's and all Paula's. TANKS ZVONKO
TABS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
that luck test system that you 'guests' all know about, can be major
fucking enhanced, by grouping in fives, and when losing a group,
doubling from 5, 10, 20, 40, 80, and stopping there. I have had
hundreds of negative luck points recently, yet still came a little
bit ahead or at least broke even, in all tests taken, or better said,
EXPLORATRON GUESTS OF THIS UNIVERSE; (games played). Roger that one,
NHH-3000 hologram and all soon to follow movies, soon from here, not
there; WEEEEEEEE! These T3E dirt-bags are hacking me good, Helen,
Keisha, and mister McD!
I
was with the ESS last night,
falling into sleep around half past midnight or so. About five hours
later I woke up to just remembering the tip edge of being with them,
in a weird place near some seashore, it could have been anyplace, and
naturally, in any universe, but a localized one. The more distant
they become, the curve of strength that the Lawtronics has over them
appears to dwindle, them being the universes, not the ESS. If you go
to distant ones as most of you know, you may end up in some weird
places that indeed would defy the natural order and laws that we
would think of these as, here in this particular universe and order
of reality. Long Story Short, or LSS, the Exploratronic Supermind
Society had a few top members here in this place that had lots of
outside decks, lots of blue painted wooden steps that separated them
all, some in area distance, while others in altitude difference.
Grassy pathways were the nearby roads, some march lands were also
around. I have strong reason to believe, whatever localizing parallel
universe in the hyperspace that I was in, was still New Jersey and
around this time, you know present time and year, 2014, or give or
take just months or so. I gathered this from listening intently and
carefully to the conversations that I heard going on all around me at
this one particular clubhouse out of a cluster of them, or this is
what it all appeared to be in my humble opinion. They told me after
what I will discuss in a few minutes, that I was not officially
invited in, merely that I'm in the process of introduction, them to
me abnd me to them, and I have not as of yet met certain specific
requirements for becoming an official ESS member. Certain things were
needed. One was for me to drive down this very tiny one car wide
grassy lane if you will, that went about two miles, winding up into a
small hilly area that led to a Comcast Cable Television place. They
said I needed to take this bill to them, and they handed me an
envelope that did not look like a bill, more like a letter or
postcard or something; but it was no normal regular customer bill,
and it certainly was not return-addressed, Exploratronic
Supermind Society,
not that it ever would be. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, gimme' a fucking break,
Margie 1985 Leo. Last night, last year, last lifetime, last universe,
psychotic break you say Doctor Schorr, oh sure, and even at the
fucking shore, if you insist on being totally technical about
everything, YO!
JULY
18, 2014,HBD SARAH KARGE, 118
FRIDAY
MORNING AT 1:58,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 76 DEGREES FNHT.
COOL
GAME SARAH, LET'S PLAY AGAIN LATER TONIGHT!
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YOU GOT ME, YOU ROTTEN MONSTER SLAPPING PRICK; WITH PAGE
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SO I NOW NEED TO FUCKING CUNT PHLEGM RAPE, (COMPENSATE) TO SAY IT A
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WHITEBOY PRETTIER,
YO! Yes, in or out of sike wards, GENERAL; history loves to repeat
itself; in Sicily, or anywhere else on planet fucking fagot Earth.
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A VERY UNPOPULAR BLOG, BUT IT IS DOING ITS JOB, AND I KNOW THAT AS
SURE AS I KNOW SHIT STINKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAT
ARE YOU GOING TO DO WHEN YOUR MOTHER DIES, JIM BURR? Tell the
Senator to cross over and protect me from being another innocent
victim of the CJS?????????????????
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really 118 July Eighteens, HILE ME? This entire fucking world
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There
ares no ONE WAY STREETS,
merely streets where the law makes it legal to only drive in one
direction. Thinking long and hard about this puts many things in
your own life in an entirely new light, whether or not you're aware
of this great truth, folks.
My
brain would mother fucking explode if I forced myself to unblock
everything, we all know that, but I am able to borrow parts of my
other localized selves in hyperspace, when this is what is necessary
to get the job done, Sundance, so don't let me catch you sleeping on
that dam fucking job, partna!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cry
me a memory of rivers, Olivia and Barbara; all
of you who know me. You know the funniest part of all, and
even a clown cries, but let me impart this to those Knowitall mother
fuckers out here. If Ziggy were still here, could he tell the world
that I am not for TOM, but Jesus jumping fucking Jehovah, I sure am
for REAL/EEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay Mizz Leo, Christ Almighty, YO!
Don't kiss me tonight, you rip off mother fuckers! How's jerk off
Lenny these days, still toting that big piecea trouble?????????
Hyperspace is complex and quite dangerous, Oliver North. How's
lovely Fawn Pot Hall doing, YO?
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This fella is MOST DFEFINATELY for real! A
friend of mine roomed with him for awhile at his home in Blue
Anchor, NJ, and said Mark screamed and yelled into a phone that was
off the hook, non-stop, for days on end. He believes lightning is a
Goddess named Sarah Krassel, and that the Atlantic Ocean is the
Goddess Stacy. Moreover, he is convinced that the Kennedy family,
in conjunction with the Carey family(Mariah and them), in
conjunction with the Trump and NJ Callio family, are conjointly
conspiring to kill him, using black-op helicopter missions,
spraying his immediate air space with chem-trails, and sending
Atlantic City-residing life gaurds and bar tenders stealing into
the night, waiting to catch him off-gaurd. The only problem being
that he lives in Ft. Pierce, FL now, but still believes they're out
there. You can google "MOUNTAINPEN" to catch up on his
latest blogs.
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canonized miracles, Pope, Sir, for me, aniwho. Let me tell you what
I mean, and this is a tiny smattering of all that I could tell, but
then, we all know that one real well.
My
opinion of the world is somewhere between zero and minus a million,
you take it from there, ladies and gentlemen and try to have one
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it's a coded poem, but what the hell is not, Sherry-Lee
Saturn-Cars???
Shortly
after the mother fucking opening bell on garbage fucking WALL
STREET, Thursday; a FIRE ALARM WENT OFF, to try and reverse a
negative trading day, but it did not do the trick, PAM BONDI. Still,
I ENDLESSLY SUFFER THROUGH THIS 'FUCKIGN' MILI-2-FORCE DEATH SIEGE,
with this monster ass fucking ICPE-APE tool used on and against me,
ma'am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I
said in my last blog 1896 instead of 1986, a typographical error on
my part, or a (PBHE) as we called this when my blogging all began
early in 2006. 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 what this offer is all
about. There is no way this is normal. Any real world I used to live
in, I died fuckiGN cunt out of a very very fucking cunt long time
ago, Mizz Attorney General of Florida, MA'AM!
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Yes
PEE, I obey, up here in 2014.
HOW
I LOVE MY PEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
another super mother fucking BOTBAR day struck me hard. Every mother
fucking day is super BOTBAR, one fucking way or the other. I owe the
Blogger site and Google an apology, I did type the blog title in
wrong, it was not on the document but on the separate blog title
line. But they cleverly are fucking with me on their owned and
controlled music system. No one is able to type in the title to my
song, the only title of any song exactly like this one, yet nothing
pops up unless you first go to the Google Engine, and then type in
not only the name of the song, called, “MI Apology Song”, but
also the name “King Nebnooshoo”. Unless the following is typed on
a Google Search, and no other, “MI Apology Song King Nebnooshoo,
nothing will pop up. This is a rigged system. No other title exists
like it, there is only one MI Apology Song, with the MI spelled
MI!!!!!!!! This is what was spoken on the “REAL
GOOD GIRL” open reel master tape in August of 1986 when
it was done by me in Cherry Hill,in New Jersey, when I recorded the
fucking stupid ass song THAT HAS FOREVER MOTHER FUCKING ALTERED MY
LIFE AND PLUMMETED IT INTO absolute total darkness and hell fucking
fire.
LIKE
THE TITLE SAYS, WHO GIVES A FUCKING SHIT, MISTER TRUMP??????? Not
you, that's for goddam sure!!!!!!
Paula,
Sarah, Nina, Sandy, and the Shaw of Iran, mixed with my good old
fucking Aunt Geraldine Snow, and you have one motley mother fucking
crew.
APOLLO-LUCIFER,
MILLIONTH COUNCIL MILITUFORCE OTAMMITE KING, ETCETERA, (all the same
difference), is out to fucking wipe me the shit out with a total
vengeance. Him and his fucking powerful oblitron box, and his twin
sister and HER chain that SHE took from me in a powerful dream
interaction back in December of mother fucking 1969. As I fucking
said peeps, and now in cock sucking reiteration, MY STORY TELLS
ITSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If
anyone on Planet Earth knows and has the fucking ability to verify my
true story, ALL OF IT, it is the mother fucking UNITED STATES
FREAKING COPYRIGHT OFFICE DOWN IN WASHINGTON, FREAKING, DISTRICT OF
FREAKING COLUMBIA, BRO!!!!!!! This is just reality son, fake cousin
Dennis Snyder, in anybody's neck of the Roker Woods, Colin, Haddon,
Bush, or whatever BOB ANDREWS from 1975, WEEEEEEEEEEE!
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SSSSSSSOOOOOOO Arthur Crane;
let me crash off to sleep now; and I'll BE BACHHK Governor Muscles;
but don't wait up for me, YO.
Look,
I can go all over the place, to other times and other dimensions, and
the problem is that no one in the world is ready for a bunch of non
registered private journey travelers, skipping across the hyperspace,
doing all sorts of things that the world powers have no power or
control over. 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!
The
world is an amazing place. Just when you think you have a lot of
things all neatly figured out, just as with the scientists; kaplooey,
it all becomes filled with static and chaos allover again. All things
so far in eight plus years of these blogs, pertaining to the religion
for the third millennium, or Morianity; every so often, will begin
to reflect a pretty dam good basic structure, as to most of the
possible mechanics behind all of the ''Y'S'' that lay behind it all.
Then I relax with the television, some educational television that
is, documentaries, normally found on Public Broadcasting Network,
Science Channel, or History Channel, last night or early this
morning, being a prime and perfect example. I have come to firmly
believe that my life, just as I told Jim Burr back in middle 1983
somewhere; has two very different parameters of force that is and
always has, ruined and wrecked any chance for me to have any normalcy
or happiness whatsoever, no matter what the cost may need to be for
these plotters, to continuously stalk me and in an unfathomably
unrelenting way, keep me down and out and about as close to death
without actually dying, as would be humanly imaginable, even taxing
the great 'imaginations' of the greatest fiction writers of the past
90 years or so! I also do not totally believe that one of these
forces needs to be in league with the other one, nor do they have to
operate in any way whatsoever that would be considered dependent on
each other, and along this line. This much I have come to learn in
the past 24 hours, just from a couple hours of viewing some
educational television. Learning small things that many of you would
totally mock and laugh at, such as an employee of NASA, or the extra
lettered twin of a sort, of the Snowed-In Agency of never saying
anything, having the name of Donna Hair. This defies any Yogi Berra
coincidence possibilities for me, yet I haven't started to talk. I
also learned that a hacker who broke into the NASA system files in
the beginning of this great third millennium, was named Gary
McKinnon, you just cannot stop rolling in the cosmic aisles on this
one, Gary as in both Star Trek episodes, “Mission Earth” all
about NASA, with Gary-7, and then the earlier episode in 1966 with
Gary Mitchell, who developed the same eyes that my 2010-2011 local
pal had, call them glare eyes, but they are the same. Then the show
following this one was more than a game changer for me. I know very
little about cults, but I do know that Dick Wolf and his “L&O”
gang make it their bizz to know about any and all major things that
in any way are reflective of current sociological situations and
difficulties, and make a vast majority of their great television
shows with plots that definitely surround these items, the biggest
one being, the trouble with terrorism and the after World Trade
Center incident. This is all fine and well, but these are top world
events, and these same movers and shakers seem to know more about me
than I know about myself, and then there is there wonderful episode
about the cult they named ''Systemotics''. No one can prove it, but a
child of mental moron status can see through this clever alteration.
Now I do not know squat, nor care to at any time ever for that
matter; about cults, be it the ex-Heavens Gate, or even what many
consider Eckankar to be only I disagree for reasons that should
become obvious in a few seconds. But the ones such as Illuminati or
Scientology, and along these lines, now when I hear established
people talking Stockholm Kidnapping type things, that is when I can
relate personally. Eckankar never ever operated that way. They are
there for a seeker and if you choose to leave them, no hard feelings.
To me, this is real power, when they do not care who comes, or who
goes, as they are bigger than that. Now this is merely the opinion of
this blogger, but as Mashell Daniels told me in 1980 at the RPL Sound
recording Studios, “I am entitled to it”. Folks, I personally
can relate to having my life turned upside down, but what none of you
have yet to be told, is to put two powerful statements into a
comparative perspective here, and this is indeed those two
statements. First, like it or not; by all standards of our present
day global culture and concepts with religions and cults,
Christianity began as a small little cult, and slowly over 3-9
centuries, began to grow and become one of if not the largest system
world wide, as it went from cult to the roman Catholic church, which
today, despite the spin offs of other churches, all of it is basic
AD-33-Christianity, and at its height in the old world, was to be
feared and revered, even by the Kings and Leaders, the world over.
Secondly, THAT-FAMILY and its large extension of branch members, and
close in friends as well, is also a powerful and even way more secret
cult than anything listed so far on these blogs. If they have you
targeted for total destruction, guess what, you are going to be
totally wiped out, and not one thing in your life is going to ever
work out, leaving you in a state of misery and shambles, and
hopelessly lost and trapped in a waking-life-nightmare. I speak not
as a writer who studies cults/religions. I write these words as one
of those who is and always so it seems, has been; suffering at the
hands of this cult, targeted by them in the sixties somewhere, for
reasons so beyond anything my mind right this minute can begin to
imagine, that words fail me in my futile attempt to say any more on
this subject. My main or my real and only point here, is to say that
all of this is quite interesting, but I INDEED COME FROM A PLACE OF
PERSONAL EXPERIENCE, with all of this, so my story should be given a
higher level of study. However, just as all other things are always
doomed to fail that I ever can possibly try and undertake, this blog
also is a complete failure, as there only are a couple of dozen peeps
reading it and they for the very most part without any exception, is
part of the TAWF-CULT. To my mind, this cult makes all the others
listed, and any of so many other possible ones to be named; compare
to a few kids on the beach having the time of their life in the surf
and sand and so forth. Again Mashell Daniels, I am entitled to it,
but all of this and multiplied by twenty nine octillion, is still
just MY PERSONAL OPINION. What is not, is my actual experiences with
this ''GROUP'' that all began at the home on Cornwall Avenue, in
Ventnor, New Jersey, in the final days of June and into the first
third of July, back in 1970. And shall we not forget NASA had the
employee Donna Hair, and the hacker that broke into NASA had the name
McKINNON, as in Lenny the record promoter from 1980. When I drove
down to Florida in the middle of mother fucking December, back in
2009, and got near at all, on I-95, to the NASA-headquarters; the
air harassment grew all around me, as if I was the son of Bin Laden.
What did I ever fucking do to any of these mother fuckiGN sick
bastards, YO YO YO YO YO YO???????????
General
Patton and I share three huge things. We don't like paying twice for
the same shit. We know that all things in cosmos recycle, including
intelligent sentient life, and last but not least by any means; as
much as he wished he had kissed that son of a bitch soldier that he
slapped that day, I wish I never did that 1983 remake song, called,
“YOU'LL BE CROSSING OVER”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! See you in the funny
papers, George.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Again
Mashell Daniels, I am entitled to it, but all of this and multiplied
by twenty nine octillion, is still just MY PERSONAL OPINION. What is
not, is my actual experiences with this ''GROUP'' that all began at
the home on Cornwall Avenue, in Ventnor, New Jersey, in the final
days of June and into the first third of July, back in 1970.
Hello,
alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am
ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from
Dogtown, and then Sahasra
Dal Kanwal; thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SSJK. HAPPY
BIRTHDAY, ENDLESS TEEN GODDESS I-AM!
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014.
Frankly
Congressman RA, I don't even care. All we can try is to live and to
die, with love for each other to share. You may quote me as I have
quoted the great Lordess SSJK, while here as Jesus Carpenter, the
uncle of my sixty-first Grand-Father, quite a while ago, and far away
from good old paradise sunny Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Hope
burns eternal, right lovely luscious Twinbay from Jersey???? I'll Bet
you never thought you'd hear that coming from asshole little me! WOW,
WOW, WOW, WOW, WOW!!!!!!!!!
Here
fucking cunt comes my first (`~HACK), FCC, BOB MCDOWELL, YO YO YO YO
YO YO!
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
WHO
GIVES A FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING
CHAPTER
00002
To
be completely honest, lads and lassies; it is beyond surreal and
weird, times three billion; to know all the stuff I know, and I can
only focus on a thousand years in one universe at a time, but I am
growing all the time, GARY GLAREYES!!!! Double that penny every day
Mister Spock and Mister Pajamas Soolu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
very first time that I had my paranormal exploratron attack, was in a
classroom in first grade towards the end of the school year, in Miss
Mulhall's class. Right after recess ended and everyone was back in
class along with our teacher, early in the afternoon, at the Richland
Avenue Elementary School of Quakertown, Pennsylvania; a group of
exploratrons all jumped into various students, sitting all around me,
and one by one, and for absolutely no god dam mother fucking reason
whatsoever on this gods green brown Earth; they began telling the
teacher, Miss Mulhall; and I quote, total lies concerning my behavior
on the school bus, “He hits on the bus, he spits on the bus” and
although I managed to put the rest of this below my conscious mind
because it was so horrendous for a six year old child to have to
suffer this horrendous mother fuckiGN torment and torture when I'd
done no such thing, and in fact, I thought I was losing my mind, and
that I had done all these things, and was going fucking crazy. It
took me years to realize eventually, that this was not me, as usual,
being the bad guy, but the evil dirt bag fawces of Mister Hall, doing
despicable and monstrous things to me. Yes the start of my second
decade here in this world, as MARK WAYNE MOHR, or the early nineteen
sixties, wasted no time whatsoever, bringing me the very first of the
soon to follow, endless unrelenting games containing playfield after
playfield of nothing short of my mother fucking life in total
unfathomable torrid horrid HELL, with or without the singing glee's
of the Tora Lora Lora Lora Lies and other birds singing that the
springtime is here. So if I had to tell where I first fucking cock
sucking encountered this life ling paranormal esoteric shit all
around me, it would be in Quakertown in the first years of the
nineteen mother fucking cunt sixties. Then right around this same
time, came the dead children who spoke to me at playgrounds, two
different ones, the little boy my age, and the little girl my age.
Now people, I
am the only person on this planet, that would DARE LOOK A SUPREME
COURT JUDGE, STRAIGHT IN THE FACE; AND TELL THEM under pain of
penalty if indeed they can prove me lying to them; that my entire
story called MORIANITY, over a now just less than 8.5 year time
period; is all totally 100% true and accurate, other than for the one
lie I admit that I told that Sarah was there that night with her
great gang, on that public bus at around 10:30 PM, the night of 12
July, back in the year 1970. I now make this pledge and oath and
swear officially on this writing, to this statement, to all nine
Supreme Court Justices, and if you can prove I am a fake or a phony
hoaxer, then I WANT YOU TO THROW MY MISERABLE WORTHLESS FUCKING ASS
IN CUNT LAPPING PRISON, as that is where I would
belong!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some time ago, I would encounter a lot of
entities while 'exploring-dreaming', towards the ending years of this
century's first decade; and they would seem to enjoy finding me in
very unpleasant situations, and would love to say to me along the
lines of, or on many occasions, directly quoting the words here, “Try
getting out of this one”,
sometimes adding and using my first or Christian name of Mark, other
times, not doing that. Recently this happened, and has not happened
for about two or three years that I can pull up in my head right at
the moment. My daughters Pee and MY were with me at some small
private get-together, like a back yard pool party with no fence lines
separating homes on both sides as well as beyond on the other side
where a home sat at the next street over. No one seemed to be living
in any of these other homes, and it all appeared to be deserted, or
at least, I was somehow of this opinion, based on some observations
while there quite a while, that I won't bother getting into. Pee was
telling me that Zvonko was trying to buy the rights to her computer
towers, and she told him to get lost several times, and MY heard this
conversation, and walked over closer to us from where she had been
with her family, having a nice time talking and dangling feet into
the pool. She said next time he comes around, have him call the
eighty four sixty four number around just shy of 3 in th afternoon
next Friday. I am just telling what happened. Suddenly Ann King
walked into the party from the street, along the side area of the
house and she was shouting that her daughter died for nothing; and
that these inventions should all be totally broken, and destroyed;
and that they are very evil. She was asked to leave; and suddenly her
son Joe, and her grand daughter Gemma, Joe's kid; also popped up,
coming from the same side of the house. Suddenly at this exact point,
I remembered being in this house a thousand times, and living a life
there every bit as real as the life I am living here. Gemma called
Pee a real nasty bunch of names and PEE glared at her. They are both
powerful giant goddesses, but PEE is a super giant goddess. She
grabbed Gemma and tore one of her arms right off of her shoulder.,
and then she pushed her powerfully and helplessly into the deep end
of the yard in ground 25 foot long swimming pool. No one did anything
other than stand there and watch all of this go down in absolute
horror. Then Gemma floated up to the surface, and pool was full of
red blood. She was dead. An outside intercom system had a radio
placed near the send station and the button switched to on, and the
radio station began to play an old Chiffon's song from the middle
sixties that was one of my faves at the time, called, “Sweet
talkin' Guy”. After this song ended, the female Deejay began to
speak about something mundane, maybe it was an advertisement for
something, and then suddenly, the voice of Gemma overtook the system,
and only her voice could be heard. She said that she did not
appreciate being killed, and that PEE would pay for this. Then like
in a zombie movie, her dead body in a trance like state began
climbing out of the pool and walking over towards PEE. I ran over to
try and stop her, and she struck me in my solar plexus with the force
of a fucking freight train, and I doubled over totally windless and
unable to inhale a breath, falling further and all the way down to a
fetal type position gasping. PEE walked over to her and punched her
in her face so hard, that her entire face was no longer recognizable,
looking more like a very large broken egg without any yellow color.
Then PEE literally picked Gemma up, all 230 pound of her, a girl made
of nothing but powerful muscle, all six feet of her; and she threw
her 30 yards through the air crashing her against the house, right on
the hard bricks, and also near enough to the dining room windows to
totally shatter all of them out with a loud shrill chilling
frightening sound. Both of her legs were broken, and yet she
floated up without her legs operating, and began floating over to
PEE, and PEE hit her again; this time so hard that it sounded almost
like a sonic boom. Gemma's entire head broke into ten pieces or more,
and each broken piece literally rolled off of her neck, and some of
the guests were throwing up and fainting all over the place while all
this terrible horror was going on. Then the entire swimming pool
turned bright cherry red and began swirling around as if it was a hot
tub on full force and not a pool at all. Watery blood came shooting
up and out all over the lawn, and as this was happening, the flowers
and grass everywhere that was contacted by this horrible blood-water,
instantly shriveled up and turned brown-yellow, and died in seconds.
My heart began beating so fast, I was pretty sure I was going to have
a fatal heart attack. Then after my heart was pushed beyond its
limit, it exploded in a massive coronary thrombosis. I found myself
in the year 2055. Suddenly PEE was holding onto my arm and we were
standing in a cemetery and a funeral was going on. It was the funeral
of my older daughter, who had just died a week earlier in September
of that year, and I asked PEE what the date was, and remember
distinctly asking this of her, and her telling me, “Daddy, it's
September twenty-second”. Then the dreamshift took me to another
place I have never seen before; batting me now 3 for 3, for not
recognizing any of these three scenes so far in this super wild
experience from a few days ago that I did not get around to telling
about on any of my blogs. I asked PEE why I am still here as Mark
Wayne Mohr, at age 100. She took out a mirror from her purse and gave
it to me, and I stood there in utter shock. I looked exactly like the
photo on my blogs, only I was 100 now, going on 101. Then the earth
shook violently and voices came from every grave in the entire place,
sending people right after the funeral had ended and folks were just
standing all around talking solemnly to each other; all running for
their lives in sheer and total fear. Then I saw them, the three
'ESS-LADIES' that I had been introduced to, in a parallel universe,
in early 2014; 41 years earlier. They had that witch laugh just like
we all see in the fucking movies, and I stood my ground and demanded
to know what they wanted of me, and did they have no shame and no
humanity, since I had just lost my daughter and was here attending
her funeral. Then one of them said to me, I am your daughter, the
first and the last, the Alpha and the Omega, and just try getting out
of this one, and with that, they all grew to about twice normal
height, around 11 feet high. FCC, Bob McDowell, this is now the third
mother fucking time, they have used their fucking (DISAPPEARING WORD
HACK) on me. I just now went to fuckiGN cunt repair the last one, and
the Milituforce did it again; FEDERAL
COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION,
A FOURTH MOTHER FUCKING HACK OF WORD DISAPPEARANCE, in total fucking
cunt lapping violation of my CIVIL, HUMAN, AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS
AS A UNITED STATES BORN FREE FUCKING CUNT EATRING CITIZEN, YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!! Now they struck me with a mother fucking
(`~HACK), BOB MCDOWELL, and I really could cunt lapping use some
mother fucking help here, FBI, ACLU, and all other civil fucking
servants, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank fucking you!
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AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA,
MIKE MCNULTY!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am going to write a letter to Albert Pileggi, this shit stops now. I
am tired of knowing that i used to know 100 peeps who now are world
or nationally famous with lots of power, all pretending they don't
fucking cunt chewing know me from hen shit, and not lifting a finger
to help a person who is desperately in need, and who did nothing
wrong, and who is being persecuted to mother fuckiGN death. THIKS
STOPS NOW, TODAY, with a cock sucking fucking letter in to the US
MAIL, BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It
seems like ever since I mother fucking blogged this statement, the
enemy poured on a mother fuckiGN super ass death siege, Bob McDowell
of the FCC, ACLU, Pam Bondi Florida State AG, and local PEEDEE, and
the jerk off fuckiGN enemies across from me that use the apartment
for storage, were the ones attacking me back on Tuesday the fucking
cunt fifteenth of cunt sucking ass
JULY!
Remember
this paste in attack on Atlantic City fucking LIFEGUARD DAY, YO YO YO
YO??? THEY ARE GOING FOR THE FUCKING
JUGULAR FOLKS, THE VIDEOMACHINE BROKEN, THE FUCKING COMPUTER FUCKING
TOTALLY WORTHLESS AGAIN, AFTER BEING TEMPORARILY FIXED, THIS DOORS
SHIT AGAIN, SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SKLAM BY THIS FUCKING ILLEGAL GTNOFG GUEST
SCUM BAG, AND ON AND CUNT CHEWING FUCKING ON I CAN GO HERE; LADS AND
LASSIES; YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
I know it was them, because that stupid fuckiGN lion rug they keep on
their fuckiGN cunt lapping door as a persecution for fucking me, as
in LION and KING; Kimba White; it is turned backwards, and I remember
from an earlier time late last year when they did this very same
fuckiGN cunt thing to me, YO; Debbie Marotto, PUBLIC HOUSING BUILDING
RESIDENT MANAGER, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FCC BOB, old pal from 1972 BRO, this
FUCKIGN
HACK
is real bad!!!!!!
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SHIT"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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OH
SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, WHERE'S THE MOTHER FUCKING ANTACID
NOW, BIG GUY?????????????
Everyone
who wants to use me and hurt me can kiss my lily white mother fuckiGN
ass. The few who don't feel this way, PRAISE GODDESS that you breathe
the air, BROTHER!
My
cunt huffing MPB is now 52% for DECEMBER-2013. My MPB for 2013 has
CROSSED OVER, not Academy Road to Grant Avenue, Cousin Carol Mason,
and any old boyfriends from your twelfth grade class, that made it
onto the Public Broadcasting Network, that changed the mood and the
Moog of the planet, in ways that I will be eternally connected into
and through, by going on with this same wild new music technology,
after Bruce Pennock of 2 Beaver Drive, Senator Trout, also made his
everlasting fucking imperfect impressions on my juvenile adolescent
brain, back in 1972 at age seventeen and a half give or take. Where
the fuck are you really, when I need you, Mister fucking ass
MACY????? Yes peeps, my MPB for the year 2013 has indeed crossed over
to the very highest possible percentage amount, even if the filthy
disgusting dog-shoe WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCE manages to cunt eating BOTBAR
ALL FOUR OF THE REMAINING 2013 DAYS. YES PEEPS, TODAYS BOTBAR TIMES 2
AND 8 FOR 10 IN THE PAST TEN DAYS, BRINGS ME TO A DICK LICKING MOTHER
FUCKING 34x1 MPB FOR MUFF DIVING 2013!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HERE
I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE. SO
DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED; COME AND SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU
FARTED!!!!!!!!!!
YEAH,
ROLLEM UP AND BE A MAN, STRANDED ON A TOILET BOWL, THERE GOOD OLD MID
LATE SIXTIES TV SHOW CALLED, ''BRANDED''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now this
shit was fucking quality, and quality is all mother fucking gone and
dead forever and ever and ever and ever and ever,
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe I shouldn't go to Burger King, but to a
Sike Ward. Then off to get my feast on across the great water company
of Atlantic City, New Jersey, the ACMUA, as I mix up two and tow and
sue and use and on and on, or do I. Am I both MIND HACKED AS WELL AS
MACHINE HACKED? As far as the great mighty Professor Kaku thinks, if
this NCC-CLOUD replaces the current day internet and we all merge
into it whenever we choose to do; time in this cloud is like anything
in cyberspace, under totally different rules that govern over it.
Http://WWW.ACMUA.COM/ Sup Sarah
girl??? Your website is either busted, or McGuire has tremendous
powers that even I cannot mother fucking ass fathom,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Go wash your hands, distant cousin
DAVID!
THIS
MOTHER FUCKING BASTARD SICKO GUEST-NABE HAS WIPED OUT MY MOTHER
FUCKING HELLIDAY HOLIDAY WEEKEND, BUT THEN FOLKS, WHAT THE FUCKING
SHIT ELSE IS NEW? SLAM, SLAM, SLAM, SLAM, HOLLER, HOLLER, AND SO ON,
HOLIDAYS
FOR ME
ARE NOTHING BUT MOTHER
FUCKING HELLISH-DAYS!
But
there is this issue, and then there is the other side to this story,
and this will be discussed in soon to follow blogs, whether anyone
fucking gives a shit or not, CUZZ DONNIE, OH GREAT AND POWERFUL ONE;
SO GAP THAT, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let
me
get
right
into
mother
fucking
shit,
my friends and my fiends alike. I don't give a fuck if this blog goes
down the toilet, it is meant to fuckiGN cunt be if that's the fucking
case, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!
When
Maggie eventually does kick in, don't say you were not all mother
fucking warned, you cunt eating filthy bastards whoever you are and
wherever you are truly from, at the Pratt © Arcade
256-1994!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When the big shit all comes, do not blame
me, blame mother fucking yourselves, dirt bags.
Now
''here is the shituation'', Inspector Louigee Kent Superhenderson.
THIS
DIRT BAG JERK OFF NOISY GUEST IS HERE FOR
THE FUCKING CUNT EASTER HOLIDAY OBVIOUSLY!!!!!!!!! On top of this
horror
show, folks; my health has been very bad for about a year and is
failing. I know I am dying of something, and this is all fine and
well. I will be able to finally escape a mother fucking lifetime of
demonic hellish fucking misery cubed! Now I asked Gawky Gaukauk the
magical cat from the Teck-Bay Mystery School of Province Olympia of
the Phase-1-Reality that many of you call the ''spirit world'', it is
the plank world that is not something I am ready to discuss right
now, but yes, I asked a question of this magic large black cat with
the lovely white paws, give me a break Margie Leo, aniwho; here is
the quick ass Q&A, but it tells all I need to mother fucking
hear, I cannot speak for any of you,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We're gonna' mother fucking save
the real powerful great GAWNUM shit, for a bit later on, me' maitees,
YARRRRRRRRGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Where
are you when I need you, Tom Glenn, remember that cool day we did
that song at 1802 Robin Hill? Did you ever think the universe was all
about this one fucking ass song, my bratha???????????? ''Try
this'',
EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am going to guess the name of the guests, OK
Sarah Krassle, John King, Nina Soifer, Paula King, and Ann King
Silva?????????????
Why
these assaults come on me out of the blue is something I will never
ever know, and I have diligently attempted to get to the mother
fucking bottom of this shit eating fucking hell for 30 years now
almost, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I do know that the ESS is doing this.
They have come here, established all manor of wicked things from the
NSA to the PC movement, all PC movements imaginable, there are a
dozen of them if you think hard and good and know my story, right
Fred Tunnels Winstein Non Einstein??????????????????????
HOLIDAYS,
a topic these blogs that began in 2006 have spoken about countless
fucking times; are
always a time where I get fucking cunt lapping pummeled and reamed by
these diseased jerk off prick ass shits.
Why?
Well I can speculate here and there, but prove any of my theories in
court, shit, I can totally forget about that at light speed squared.
Still, let us carefully and fucking honestly, examine
'the 2009 movie'.
Don't go all double dumb ass Hicks Whales on me, folks, and Kirk; you
all know what I am referring to, so let's not play fucking games.
Just look at how many things are related to the HOLIDAYS, and then if
that is not 'saying something' Sally and Billy, then look at 100+
other things; and you know it is all the truth; but
you just don't wanna'
fucking cunt eating believe a dam ass word I say.
I totally fucking get it, Mister
Traitor Bonjovi,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why
these game playing T3E pick on me all the time, and triple fucking
cunt time on HOLIDAYS, I do not know, but it is not that major
fucking ass difficult to take a good educated guess, people. These
pricks in the ESS are playing a huge game, that distracts them from
something that you think in your total ass ignorance would be so
beautiful, and you already have it and don't know it 100% the way
that I do, and that is total absolute mother fucking IMMORTALITY,
with
or without any 1983 copyrighted musical
projects!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Eventually,
my fucking MAGGIE will indeed kick in super ultra huge time, and then
these bastard scum bag slime swallowers, will all
go and DIE,
DIE, DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
crissake folks, what is it all about, and where is it all going
Rodney and Grace Caddyshack Messenger of 1969??????????????????????
School plays Misses Marola, gimme' a fucking break Marge Leo,
sister!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
missed me Jane Dirtweeds Sleazedisease!!!! HA-HA-HA witch bitch.
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity, Courtesy of Channel 12-TV.
ALONG
WITH THE GREAT WEATHER BUG APP, WEEEE!
You
see, AWAKE,
it would not make sense for a bunch of powerful people to care more
about hurting me than being with their own families who they must
love in some sick diseased perverted way. But when you see things in
the new light of EXPLORATRONICS, hay we all have to sleep, so they
simply have found a way to make sleep-time become extremely
productive, and for that, we all do in fact, need to give these rat
hole bastards a great
big fucking gold star!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HEEDA-WEDA
4UANALL UDA FOLKS:
COURTESY
OF THE WEATHER BUG!!!
Weather
Map is courtesy of CHANNEL
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local South Florida TV.
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Not
one thing in the following paragraph remains mysterious when you just
remember EXPLORATRONICS,
GOOD PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!
'BUT',
whatever you or I ever do; SARAH
KRASSLE
knows
every single thing about it. Count on THAT folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, all the mysteriousness of shit is gone, when you put on your new
exploratronic glasses. Even unexplainable things like KABOOM,
Mister Clancy and
Mister
David
Leigh Smith, back
in the autumn of 1970,
at Haddonfield,
New Jersey,
in
the Cooley Hall;
Sir
ROTTENBERRY ROCKDROID LURCH,
PROGRAMMING OVERRIDER, SIR;
Here
we go fucking again BOB MCDOWELL, FCC, another fucking (`~HACK), BRO!
And fucking cunt another one, YO BRAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Some nasty
mother fuckiGN mouse hacking starting up, BCC OLD PAL BOB, YO YO YO
YO YO!!!!
HOLY
MOTHER FUCKING MOTHER OF MOTHERS FOR CRISSAKE, MISTER MCDOWELL OLD
FCC PAL, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST ALL MIGHTY, YO!!!!
So
where is this all leading to I'm sure you are wondering? Well, Monday
I am going to have my resident manager DM examine the footage of our
building surveillance tapes, and complain again, and then start the
ball rolling on moving to the other building further down on Seventh
Street.
HACK-HACK-HACK,
THIS IS MOTHER FUCKING CUNT REDICULOUS, KAITER FAMILY FROM 1967, AND
YOU TOO LOVELY FUCKING LOUSIES REDDEX----XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!
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