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OCTOBER
6, 2014,
MONDAY
AFTERNOON AT 3:15,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 81 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 62%, IT FEELS 83 DEGREES.
I
FEEL LIKE I NEED A BULLET ON TOP OF MY HEAD!
A
BULLET WOULD END ALL THE BULL-SHIT!!!!!!!!
ICPISTMCMM,
CHAPTER 00035
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
There's
some yelling in the halls today and for several days a little bit,
not a lot, and my assholes above me were hammering an hour and a
half or so ago, as they fucking do so dam ass often. I am going to
mention this to my Resident Manager, I have had enough of their
shit for nearly 3.5 years now. IT IS GETTING VERY MOTHER FUCKING
CUNT ASS ANNOYING!
I
am no longer friends with Mikey. He has either decided to be a
total prick with me for reasons totally unknown, AKA the fucking
ESS has indwelt him now so that each time I call him, down in
Daughterdale these fucking jerk off travelers can jump instantly
and directly inside of him, as they did with my mom after her post
Christmas Day attack of 1997 early in the following morning at 4
or 5 AM on December the 26th. Every time I call, I hear
him speak to someone, and he won't speak to me. He acts like he
doesn't even know me. This is the last thing I fucking cunt need
after a lifetime of this fucking cunt sucking alien attack from
these fucking gods chariot peole from fucking hell. I implore
anyone out here, you don't need to be in this, and if you are not,
stay out of it. Don't try and learn about it, don't be one bit
interested or concerned with any of it. It will wipe out your
fucking entire life. Then get down on hands and knees, not to some
phony fucking god, but to our wonderful government, who has done
all they can do, with help from other top global powers, to keep
you and me out of this. IT TURNS LIFE INTO HELL, EVERY ASPECT THAT
HELL COULD EVER POSSIBLY FUCKING BE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Think I'm exaggerating, do you? Think that all you want to, but
don't fucking cunt blame me someday when I tried so hard to warn
you off this shit, and you too Agents Condor and Falcon, of 1988,
WPIX-TV-NYNY, and you too, Professor M.
KAKU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am clueless to what has happened with Mike Patterson, and if I
ever run into his half brother Joseph Schultz, i'll inform him of
his recent beyond fucking inconceivably weird ass behavior. For no
reason, peeps just start behaving so outlandish, and this has been
going on since the late sixties, only it has been progressing
somewhere between geometrically and fuckiGN quantitatively in
this century, and even in the mother fucking nineteen0-nineties,
YO YO YO YO YO YO, remember my wonderful Sara Karge, on October 9,
give or take five days, left this veil of tears at age ninety-four
when the nineties first came in, July 1896---October 1990. I don't
mean to double my blog here as an epitaph or gravestone writing,
but IT IS WHAT IT IS 134-25, militant terrorists all
notwithstanding in any or all
situations!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How about Donna
and Angela; forget 2001 and 1990, how about 1968, Frank music box
Mills, and chains of golden hair that may or may not go missing
from Jersey apartment bedroom fucking ass apartments, back
late in the god dam nineteen sixties,
YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To
be completely honest, lads and lassies; it is beyond surreal and
weird, times three billion; to know all the stuff I know, but hay,
so what am I supposed to do about it, go back to that winter
retreat with Aunt Supergirl Geraldine and her pal the sixties Shah
of Iran, AKA Agent *********of the dam ass CIA?????????????????
SHEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!
Well
folks, every day since this shit all started a few weeks ago in
middle fucking September, shit has been real mother fucking bad
for me, and this is seasonal as all my blogs if you should ever
have th e time to archive them; will show you; is called by me,
and has been for decades; THANKSGIVING SIEGE, and since those
horrible 1997 Givens folks that treated me so rotten from the
great ATLANTIC CITY KING BUILDING OF ETERNAL CIRCLES; I shorten
this to a truer meaning for me since those times; and that being;
none other than THANKX-2-GIVENS SIEGE!!!!
YOU
MISSED ME JANE SHIT WITCH SCUM!
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 long
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. With or without the great White Horse
Pike, Clementon, New Jersey psychic, Madame Mary, in the mix here,
she was right on the money, they all were, and someone needs to
look into the whole picture of the IMMC. No I am not my daughter,
I am me, she is her, so don't pronounce it assholes, it is the
great illustrious infamous, world renown INTERNATIONAL MOBILE
MACHINES CORPORATION of Pennsylvania, as in what McGuire told me
on 7 February of 1997 and could not block out of my mind; that
they all come from there, and even ADA Wirtz said it all stems
from Carlisle there, right Donna Gaines Summer disco queen of
1979, Aunt Uuna from Colony Quna Altoona, Permission Barriers and
all, © OFFICE of Wash-Dock 13-600? Still think Yogi Berra and
MARK WAYNE MOHR are too hard on believing coincidental shit as
just that? If so, you're all dam fuckiGN ass hopeless as hell,
folks.
Then
Gemma floated up to the surface, and the pool was full of red
blood. She was dead. And then after that, maybe David Harvest is
right all along from early in OHM-ELEVEN. Maybe I need a big Zest
bar, to go wash my fucking hands off, and I'll need to borrow some
booby red lung washcloths too,
TOMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sssssssssssssso
ddddddon't go dydydydydydydydydydydying on me, YAYAYAO!
OH
YEAH, RIGHT, SHE CARES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AAAAOOOO,
OOOOAAAA TONY MACELLI.
NO
BEACH PHOTOS FOR YOU TODAY. NO PUNCHES FOR ME TODAY PLEASE, I
BREAK FUCKING EASILY, MISTER DANZA, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!
LIFE
IS A BUNCH OF OCEAN SPRAY, RIGHT SARAH FURGESON? BOY WERE YOU MY
FIRST CRUSH AS A YOUNG BOY, LIKE W----O----W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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A
nasty fire alarm is going off at a minute past the Down Jones Stock
Market closing bell, at 4:01 PM, and further
proving how
my
hands
are
not the ones that need washing, distant
COUSIN DAVID HARVEST!!!!!!!!!!
DOORS
ARE SLAMMING, YELLING IS ALL OVER THE FLOOR BEYOND MY DOOR, THE
SHRILL FIRE ALARM IS HORRENDOUS, THEY MUST HAVE SCORED THOSE 1000
POINTS TODAY, LET'S SEE NOW THAT TH EDOW JONES IS FUCKING CLOSED UP
FOR THE FUCKING CUNT DAY,SHALL WE, YO???
I
LIVE IN A HOUSE OF NEGATIVE CARDS.
IT
IS CALLED THE HUNTINGTON FUCKING CURSE!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
HERE
COMES ENGINE 15, TO DEACTIVATE THIS FUCKING STUPID ASS
THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SORRY
I FUCKED THE DATE UP AND FORGOT TO CHANGE IT ON MY LAST BLOG, IT WAS
NOT FRIDAY AFTERNOON, I DO THAT A LOT, AS IT IS A RETYPABLE FUCKING
MASTER COPY INSIDE MY DOCK-FILES OF MY OPEN OFFICE SYSTEM.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE,
it is deactivated at 4:10 PM on this 6 October of 2014. Only misses
Marola, the writer/s of IBM-HAL 2001 Space Odyssey, and the writer/s
of Star Trek's 1996 production called, “First Contact”, knew how
years at least where things are ruled from up in the north country
like NYC; would be pronounced in a future century. All the other
fiction writers and guessers were all wrong, so
who knew what, MAROLLA back in 1969? You had them all beat back in
late February, lady!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Heavenly
hosts and X-mas tree angels, you can't say I don't have two wild cool
fucking ass daughters,
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
bob McDowell did indeed grow up into a fine gentleman,
and as you put it so eloquently, Mister Mackey, back in late 1972, in
your classroom; ''a man''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Makes
me wonder what you knew back then as well,
along with hallway
communicator Marcucci and his Beatles friends,
and Marola
and her school play insistence wisdom.
Don't even get me started, Misses Eckert Pharmacy, back on 7/12; on
the topic of EXPLORATRONS,
PLEASE!
TANKS!!!
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IS COURTESY OF THE WEATHER BUG.
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Note: The
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Yes
King David, Talk
about wanting to freaking wash your hands!
Holy
mother of fucking goddess, I assure you, my pants are not on fire;
but
I am quite well done and broiled!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IT
IS WHAT IT IS, JUST AS DAWN-MARIE KING SO OFTEN SAID TO ME, BACK IN
THE YEARS OF LOVELY 2008 AND 2009, WHAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!! Even the price
of stocks, so let's see that thousand fucking point gain today.
WELL,
I SURE AM NOT ALWAYS CORRECT!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!
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