ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG, CHAPTER 013

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TEE HEE HEE HEE HEE LILLY MUNSTER!!!!!!!

UP-UP-UP-UP, I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!

TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!

BY SEPTEMBER OR OCTOBER, IT WILL BE 18,000. BY THE END OF 2014, 20,000, AND BY END OF 2015; IT WILL BE 25,000 POINTS, GIVE OR TAKE, BASED ON THE 'PEP' AVERAGE AS WELL AS MY DAM CONTINUAL ENDLESS PERSECUTION OF NEARLY 30 YEARS, SINCE THIS ALL MOTHER FUCKING BEGAN ON AUGUST 15, 1986. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

THIS MISERABLE ROTTEN ASS ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP, EVER SINCE AUGUST 15, 1986; IS MONSTROUS TIMES INFINITY. I WOULD NOT CARE IF THIS STOCK AVERAGE WAS ONE MILLION BASIS POINTS; BUT IT IS HARASSING ME TO DEATH ENDLESSLY; THAT FOR SOME STRANGE WEIRD REASON; I SEEM TO HAVE A FUCKING PROBLEM WITH!!!!

NO MATTER WHAT ELSE IS REAL OR UNREAL, WITHOUT ONE REALITY, NONE OF THIS SHIT COULD BE GOING ON ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME, PEOPLE, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Good Lord and 25 cents, Mister McKinnon from 1980 and 1982, where is all of this goddess-dam shit gonna' lead us all into now, YO? Have you ever ever wondered? Seriously Saru, forget about the cock sucking shadows and other unexplained mysterious. The ESS is the answer and the reason for all that goes down with humanity here on Planet Earth, my BRAH! Hay, I'm just sayin', crissake Darius old pal, IT IS 0808, but not in OHM-8, or in eighty-eight, PRAISE THE LORD, MISTER ROBERTSON HURRICANE STOPPER!!!!

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[ 13 ]

Mohr, Mark W., 1954-

Saga of song writer Mark Mud.

PAu000501582

1983

OH SHIT, MISTER PRILOSEC PILL SYFY!

[ 26 ]

Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-

Morning light / words & music by Mark W. Mohr ; arr. Tom Glenn.

PAu000204016

1980

Where were you when I needed you TWINBAY, with that positive outlook on life you always have? Would you be telling me it's gonna' be all right, when I quit acting like I'm so up tight, and don't I know I'm adda sight, in THE MORNING LIGHT? No lighthouses or lakehouses, Microsoft Corporation, I have enough to deal with right now, lovely people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA, excuse you Mike McNulty, drink a 'cupawata', BRRRRR!

Well, 60,000 page-views; that's better than 30, or 15, or seven and a half, or a handful. Quite trying to fucking hack me' mousey, ya' bastard ass crumbs, they nearly took out an entire paragraph, GET A LIFE YOU JERK OFF FUCKING LOSERS! Still peeps; a QUALITY 2 READ at the borderline of being a one, for anyone remembering my deal to exchange more wild information for interest. Hay, if no one is interested, why share bags of hundred dollar bills with white mice who will merely squeal and eat it all, right??????????????? Hay if it's really me with all of this, tell me, fucking screw my feelings, be MEN, and in this new age, BE WOMEN, you're not a buncha little boys and girls out there, or YOU SHOULDN'T BE, not on these blogs where I swear and am not shy to discuss rape and sex and all the nasty ass shit that is part of the adult scene. So under three times six, scoot, please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TANKS.

Well, last night's wild travels in hyperspace diud take me to crazy world where I lived here and had locked myself out of my apartment. This is now becoming what mortals would refer to as, ''a recurring dream''. Soon, if the READ PICKS UP EVEN A TAD, I'll pop off and tell a lot of crap about how exploratronics and various TYPES of DREAMING experiences, all fit together. As for all other ''CRAP'' Mister Simon and Mister Marcucci; you are both geniuses. I don't dare let myself think about that high school crap. Trouble is gentlemen; the 'crap' that followed grew worse, a lot worse, a whole fucking hell lot worse, guys! TEE-HEE-HEE, and stair chases that would make hardened criminals swallow hard with dry throats, huh lovely MC???????????????????????????

Here comes my (`~HACK), which they haven't done in a while, in case the Federal Communications Commission might be at all 'intelested', Bob McDowell, Director as of earlier in this second decade of century twenty-one, YO!!!!

Jane Trash-Weeds Clock-Attack Water Witchbitch would have nailed my ass to the wall with her famous horrendous eleven-eleven attack if I had not just put in two pages of filler lines that blog sites just compress anyway!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEE.

It went all the way up to 96 degrees today here in town, FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG; on this 0808, Deezy Slim Darius mu old pal, now residing in good old lovely initialed North Carolina; A not E, Neil 1969 Diamond and Albert!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I went out to do some errands after it dropped quite a bit in temperature and was all overcast. After putting gasoline in my vehicle, I went and purchased a few items at the good Will and the Publix, and yes, I made up with everyone at the Good will, so there is no more bad will between any of us, Mike McNulty, go ahead buddy, DO IT, make my day; aha-aha-aha-aha-aha-aha-aha, those holy hot hurl hiccups, here we go again, from Exton, Pennsylvania, in 1971, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!

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FRIDAY NIGHT AT 10:32,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,

CURRENT TEMPERATURE,66 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 74%, AND IT FEELS 90 DEGREES.

DAILY RANGE: LOW 74. HIGH 96. IT FELT 110 4A WHILE!

SSSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOO ARTHUR CRANE OLD 1991 BUDDY, OL' PAL, keep hittin' 'em 'ard, maitee. Yarrrrgh! Hay why not talk like a fucking pirate, between my dad's treasure and all my dam ass techno pooping, right pop? Hay you and Dawn need to be sampled so I can have you singing a new song that I could write, called, “Whass Ssis SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT”.

SHERIFF MASCARA, I AM GOING TO NEED YOUR HELP, THIS IS AN OFFICIAL DYING MANS UTTERANCE AND EXCITED DECLARATION!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH, KIND SIR!!!!!!!!

The BRIGGBASE CULT, SUCKS. MANY LARGE EARTH WAKING WORLD CULTS ARE MERE BLACK OPS PARTS OF THIS ONE ALMIGHTY NASTY-ASS CULT, KNOW THIS, ME' PEEPS!!!!

ONLY A CUBIC LIGHT-YEAR OF THESE, CAN HELP ME, BRO!!!!!!

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A MAJOR ASSAULT DEATH SIEGE STRUCK ME, roughly as many times now, as there have been YEARS SINCE THE BIRTH OF JESUS CHRIST. Is that one hell of a comparison or what, Lenny McKinnon from gun slinging 1980? JEEEEEEEEZ TB, maybe he shot me and all this has been HELL. Who can ever ever ever totally fucking know a thing in this totally messed up screwed up world?

OH LORDESS ALMIGHTY, HOW I DESPISE WICKEDNESS AND EVIL, AND THE CRAP BEHIND ALL OF IT, THE MILITUFAWCES OF THE GREAT HALLS!!!

I wouldn't pay one red fucking penny to anyone, or anything, ever again, whatsoever; connected with, or in any way a part of; THE MUSIC INDUSTRY, OR THE ENTERTAINMENT WORLD. YOU WILL WAKE UP IN FIRE, COUSIN DONALD FOR ALL YOU HAVE DONE TO ME, YOU WICKED FUCKING BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This cunt lapping miserable nightmare is without borders and without ends. It will outlast the mother fucking stars and the mountains. When my horrendous fucking language picks up and I no longer can contain my vulgarity of speech, this is quite obviously when I AM BEING ASSAULTED TO A MONSTOUS FUCKING DEGREE, DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY, SHERIFF K.M., ACLU, STATE POLICE OF FLORIDA, LOCAL FPFL-PEEDEE, PAM BONDI-A.G. OF FLORIDA, and anyone else who just may care in the cock sucking least little bit, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!!!!! Well Bob McDowell, you indeed grew up and became the man that Danny Mackey would be proud to know. Too bad the one he thought was already pretty much OK, pathetic me, turned out with a lifetime filled with dirty fucking ratty dog shit in his mouth, SHEEEEIT!

Aniwho folks, I was walking into the local town Publix Grocery Store, and LIGHTNING saw me and flashed in the distance, leaving me to hold back tears while I walked in. Hay Mister Patterson, I lone your great commercials, and am honored to be livingonly a couple dozen miles to the north of you here in Fort Pierce. Did you get what happened that day in Atlantic City, with the shades and the crying on the beach shit, from me, just askin'? I really loved your book, out of all of them you ever wrote, my fave will always be ''LIFEGUARD'', but then, I think you read enough stuff, to know why that is. WHAAAAA! Hope all is well with you. I will not be setting foot in Atlantic City ever again, but then; I did say that about the local Good Will Store too, a short while ago, and must admit that I need to now eat me' ol' words!!!! Daddy's treasure coast, him and Mel, shucks and golly gash darn gee whiz © Examiners of 1988, this is totally RIDICULOUS, LESTER AND MACK KAITER FROM 1967!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh WOW, here fucking comes another mouse hack, BOB MCDOWELL-FCC, the old fucking (WORD DISAPPEARING HACK) YO YO YO YO, I could use some friggin' help, my bratha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[ 20 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Apitamy of harrasment [sic] : pt. two.	PAu001148157	1988
[ 21 ]	Mohr, Mark Wayne, 1954-	Epitamy of harassement [sic] : pt. 3.	PAu001189027	1989

COPYRIGHT CLAIMANT NAME: MARK WAYNE MOHR

Well people, another day another dollar for many. For me, it is more like, another day, another holler. I am the one hollering by the way, while I boil in oil.

I SINCERELY HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED READING:

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ESS IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG, CHAPTER 013

SUPER BIG SECRETS WILL PICK UP WHEN MY COUNT DOES. WHY TYPE GREAT SHIT OUT INTO THE EMPTYNESS OF THE GAP CYBERVACUUM? STILL I DO WISH TO THANK 60,000 VIEWS!

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