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BONDI FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENERAL, STATE POLICE OF FLORIDA, LOCAL
PEEDEE, AMERICAN CIVIL LIBERTIES UNION (ACLU), FEDERAL BUREAU OF
INVESTIGATION (FBI), AND ANY AND ALL AUTHORITIES:
AT ABOUT A
QUARTER OF MOTHER FUCKING FOUR THIS CUNT CHEWING FUCKING ASS MORNING;
I FELL UNDER A MAJOR SUPER UTILITIES ATTACK DEATH SIEGE. FIRST, I WAS
LISTENING TO MUSIC THROUGH MY HOME THEATER SYSTEM, WITH MY PHONES OF
COURSE, AND A HORRENDOUS FUCKING DEAFENING POP CAME THROUGH AND
ALMOST DEAFENED ME. THEN TEN MINUTES LATER, I WANTED TO WATCH THE
WEATHER CHANNEL TO CATCH UP ON SOME NEW WEATHER INFORMATION.
SUDDENLY, NO SOUND WAS WORKING PROPERLY, NOT OFF THE FUCKING CUNT
TELEVISION, OR OFF TAPES. I TRIED EVERYTHING. BY ACCIDENT, I
UNPLUGGED ONE OF THE TWO WIRES FROM THE SYSTEM, AS THERE IS A RED AND
A WHITE, FOR LEFT AND RIGHT, AS WELL AS THE YELLOW WITRE FOR THE
VIDEO CONNECTIONS. WITH JUST ONE PLUGGED IN, IT SHOULD NOT WORK,
EITHER BEING TOTALLY SILENT OR WORKING THROUGH LEFT OR RIGHT SIDE
ONLY, HOWEVER IT FUNCTIONS PERFECTLY IN THAT MODE WHEN THERE IS NO
CUNT EATING WAY IN FUCKIGN HOLY SHIT EATING HELL THAT IT SHOULD BE.
BUT PLUG BOTH IN AS THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO BE, AND THE SOUND DROPS OFF
TO NEAR NOTING, AND BECOMES CLICKY AND GOES IN AND OUT AND IS NEARLY
INAUDIBLE. THIS ALL BEGAN WHEN THE MOTHER FUCKING ECLIPSE WAS
SUPPOSED TO BE STARTING INM MY AREA. I HATE MOTHER FUCKING ECLIPSES,
THEY HAVE NEVER CAUSED ANYTHING BESIDES TROUBLE AND FUCKIGN CUNT
BULLSHIT FOR ME FOR 60 MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' CUNT SUCKIN GASS YEARS,
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BOB MCDOWELL,
CHAIRMAN OF THE (FCC) FEDERAL COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION; PLEASE LOOK
INTO WHY 'FUCKIGN' COMCAST 'FUCKIGN' CABLE IS SCREWING THE FUCK WITH
ME, OBVIOUSLY TO REVERSE THE DAM DIRECTION OF THE FALLING FUCKIGN DOW
JONES STOCK MARKEY. I HAVE HAD TO PUT THE FUCKI UP WITH THIS ABUSE
AND SEVERE FUCKIGN CUNT PERSECUTION SINCE THE FIFTEENTH DAY OF AUGUST
IN 1986, MORE THAN TWO AND A HALF CUNT SWALLOWING DECADES NOW, KIND
SIR, AND OLD PAL FROM THE COOLEY WORMHOLE HALL OF HOPKINS LANE IN
HADDONFIELD, NEW JERSEY, BACK IN THE EARLY SEVENTIES, YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!
OCTOBER
8, 2014,
WEDNESDAY
MORNING AT 4:55,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 74 DEGREES FNHT.
DAILY
RANGE SO FAR: (H-75/L-74)
HUMIDITY
IS 100%, FEELING 78 DEGREES.
A
FUCKING BULL-ET, WOULD END ALL MY BULL-SHIT!
EVERY
FUCKING DAY OF CONSEQUENCE, EVEN MY SON IN LAW'S BIRTHDAY, FAMILY
BIRTHDAYS IN GENERAL, EXPEICALLY HUGE HOLIDAYS SUCH AS THANX-2-GIVENS
AND X-MAS, LOOK THE FUCK OUT, THEY ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS 'FUCKIGN'
PERSECUTE ME, NORMALLY UTILITY HARASSMENTS ARE A PART OF THE MIX,
JUST AS WITRH CUNT CHEWING FUCKING ASS TODAY, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
VERY
SOON, WITHIN A WEEK OR LESS MOST LIKELY, I WILL CANCEL OUT MY
SERVICES ONCE AND FOR ALL, SINCE I WILL BE LEAVING THIS GOD FORSAKEN
ROTTEN FUCKIGN COUNTY SHORTLY WHEN MY LEASE IS UP, YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HACKING
IS REAL BAD, FCC BOB MCDOWELL, THEY ARE 'FUCKIGN' ASKING FOR
MAGNESONIC TO REALLY KICK SOME MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAM ASS IF THIS
DOESN'T CUNT CHEWING QUIT, YO, AND THAT'S A DAM ASS FUCKING PROMISE
AND A GUARANTEE. IT SENSES WHEN I AM TAKING MY LIMIT, AND NEEDS TO
BACK THEM OFF ME WITH A HUGE WEATHER PHENOMINON OR WHATEVER IT TAKES,
LOTS OF DISASTERS AND AIR CRASHES, AND WHATEVER IT FUCKING CUNT
EATING REQUIRES TO GET THIS TO FUCKIING ASTOP SO I CAN TAKE A CUNTY
CHEWING BREATH FOR CRISSAKE, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU
CAN EXPECT THAT 1000 POINT JUMP TODAY ON THE DOW, I AM NEVER WRONG
TWICE, AFTER MAJOR ATTACKS ON SUNDAYS OR EARLY PRE-OPENING BELL DEATH
SIEGES, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maybe
someone somewhere did not like my last blog all that much, to wit I
respond, tough cock sucking beer cans, keep chewing, the beer will
eventually deaden the cunt eating fucking agony,
maybe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
ENDS ICPISTMCMM, CHAPTER 00038, SO HERE IS 00037 CHAPTER, READ IT AND
SEE WHY AN HOUR AFTER POSTING IT, GIVE OR TAKE, ALL HELL BUSTED CUNT
CHEWING MOTHER FUCKIGN ASS LOOSE FOR ME IN HERE, YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!
YOU
MISSED ME JANE SLUT SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE!
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This
is now a BRAND NEW BLOG, and yes lovely Melanie Safka, it can quite
easily double as a brand new key to TRUTH, so even if GODDESS gets me
for all of this as she most likely will eventually; I'll have the
satisfaction of knowing I fought her to the bitter bad end, girl;
while I lay floating belly freaking up in a stinking sewer drain
somewhere in the back woods of north central Florida's great
alligator swamps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-BIT!!!!!!!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LENNY
MCKINNON, IN YOUR NEW FORM!
Louise-XXXXXXXXXXXXXX-Hendershodt,
of Camp Chesapeake; I knew about the RED-X
thing 10 years ahead of time, ever wonder why? Well, I wonder how
Alice is so all knowing, and that I'd be at Levy's beach that day in
the '5' year of 2003, 5 years later at the Chinese restaurant taking
out some food order, and the Publix back on Saturday, and for that
matter, why so many of those name, are in one family, huh Cuzz Arthur
H?
10X8=80.
10+8=18 10-8=2. The missing '9'???
She
seems to have the same mind-block power, as in 2003, I did not have a
tape recorder in my car any longer, and by the time I got home what
she said to me that day while Levy and his entire extended family
were all over the place; and perhaps for all I know a lot of the
friends of the AME Church that Donna's pals belonged to locally in
Jersey not that far down the road from the Haddonwood Swim and Heath
Club. So to get reactions on the markets, I would for quite some
time, record onto my life journal, things I faked I had remembered
she had said to me. I did not know in Hammonton at the restaurant,
that she was the girl from the beach, as she had her hair more modest
at the restaurant, and at the beach, more loose and long and flowing.
Well, in any case, what she told me at Publix she said on the beach,
was that she knew about my big deal in school with the dream and the
tree and the magical singer. She spoke that word for word, and
repeated it and seemed to recall it with absolute accuracy, and I too
remembered it then. She knew I would be at the store and about my
problems with the cleaning lady, and was waiting to tell me that she
had smoothed things over for me, to just go back and pay her and all
would be all right, and I did, and it was, like total magic. I did
ask how sis was able to do stuff like the tree and if the number 2 or
22 had some wild family significance, and she just stood their
outside the store, smiling and not uttering a word of response. On
the other side of the entrance area from where we were standing and
talking as I went to go in, were the Girl Scouts. She had been
talking to them while I was going in, and buying a lot of stuff from
them, I could not help noticing, and that was all I noticed, not that
my eyesight is very good, being old and never having good eyes to
start with. She did tell me that a distance and a rift was indeed a
truth in the family, as a result of her having these wild abilities,
and then I asked if there was some reason that they read me stuff
ever since I posted it in 2006, and was told, “MI as you love to
call her has followed you around since your days at RPL, and is why
you have those wild dreams to this day about RPL only in other
places”. I asked her if she believed in parallel universe or
quantum theory, and she stood there with another smile, not saying
anything at all. As for the beach, she said that she did not bloc my
mind at all, but Cuzz McGuire did as always. I asked her if she ever
met Cuzz McG? She told me she caught him lighting a fire in their
yard when MI had just been born only a few weeks, and she yelled for
her parents, and they came running out, and they all got into a big
screaming match. When he left in ten minutes or so, she remembers him
peeling off photos of US Presidents, one after another, to old
Colaman, I guess hush money so they wouldn't have the Suffolk County
prosecute him. After that, she thinks MI caught him in the yard one
other time at an early age, and they all were convinced he was always
sneaking around doing bad stuff. The bio on the family makes it
appear as if mix-haters and plentiful they are up on that snooty NY
island, did all this, but it was mostly done by McGuire, but I told
her that I had learned that indeed McGuire came up to see cousins of
mine down the block, and they all did a lot of these bad things, and
I know he has done things to me, broken several cars beyond repair,
and more stuff, and needs to be in the grave. She told me last she
heard, he is ill or already there, but she wasn't sure.
2:25
AM, WEDNESDAY, 8 OCTOBER, 2014, 74 DEGREES, FEELS
79 WITH A 100% HUM. YESTERDAYS RANGE:
85-H/72-L
I
asked if she knew them significance of the tree angel thing and the
song, and the deal in 2010 to get my apology song up by X-mas or
else, or she would indeed cause a lot of snow; and she told me that
there are things better not known. She is dealing with a ton of shit
from your blogs, to quote her, and has a few of her own ideas on some
of what happened, differing from those in your blogs quite
significantly. I said back, “yeah, I'm crazy, that's what she's
thinking, huh”? She said back to me, “Oh not at all, she has a
different idea of some of the big things that you think and believe
happened to you and to her, and will share it with you when the kids
are older or grown, and for now, just try not to worry about every
little thing; that's where her head's at with you and your blogs”.
She ended our quick talk with something from my Cuzz Donnie boy. He
says if you can work the magic and make me president, I'll have the
shit against you stopped, but I'll have to trust him. What choice do
I have I said to her, and told her to tell him just that. She laughed
and said he wouldn't talk to me if hell froze over, I'll have MC get
the message to him. We parted ways and I came home and paid the
cleaning lady, and she was nice, like nothing ever went wrong. It is
as if another operation BLUCRAN was done. I don't want to steal from
the great Servepro people, but it's as if nothing ever even happened.
This does deserve a big MACY-WOW good folks. Thank you great people
for yet another thousand page hits to my blog, kee[p reading, the
rest is yet to be, all great peeps of literature!!!!!!!!!
THIS
ENDS ICPISTMCMM, CHAPTER 00037, SO HERE IS 00036 CHAPTER, READ IT AND
SEE WHY AN HOUR AFTER POSTING IT, GIVE OR TAKE, ALL HELL BUSTED CUNT
CHEWING MOTHER FUCKIGN ASS LOOSE FOR ME IN HERE, YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!
ICPISTMCMM, CHAPTER
00036
Stupid
me, I understand a lot of big stuff, and the necessary things of life
also called street-smarts, has managed to totally elude me for coming
up on sixty years. Maybe when my mom dropped me on the Philly
streets, I got damaged, if so, is any of this my fault, YO?
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AGAIN! HERE WE GO AGAIN! HERE WE GO AGAIN! HERE WE GO AGAIN! HERE WE
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AGAIN!!!!!!!!!
I
was the new kid in town as 2010 and this lovely decade came in. I had
left New Jersey and had come to glorious wonderful marvelous Florida.
Shortly after being here, I began to meet some very wild interesting
people, one after the other. All of these events were merely an
interaction of me in a “PLAYFIELD”, or what I once termed, the
hologram being generated around me. Still, there most likely are a
cosmic total of over a billion reasons why Linda Norman insisted in
twenty-eleven, that I tell my nightmare story t5o a so-called
community adviser/counselor, named Eric. I did what I was told, as
she practically twisted my arm off to go and do this, literally. But
the only real friend and believer in my nightmare was the great and
wonderful Shena
Darliz, of SAFE SPACE!
Actually,
I think there are exactly 7.7 reasons why my dad dove off of Vero
Beach with Mel, and Linda told me to tell Eric what brought me to
Florida, and all the covered up truths about my wicked family. Well I
did say exactly, so even 7.7 only works for Dad and Mel, but Linda
had about 7,723,599,609 reasons for breaking my arm, almost Keisha
style, until I told the high and mighty Eric of Avenue Q, all my
nightmare junk, just so he could mock mne and laugh. If he thinks I
am dumb, then that's on him. If this whole town thinks it, then
that's on them, as Sheriff, I am getting out of this horrible rotten
county. I begged for help and protection, and you see the messages
being sent to me, one is thirty or forty yards away from my windows
to my right, and you know it, so I won't yell it or whisper it, or
even talk about nightmare joys from hell and licorice plants. Hay,
nothing personal, and I don't hate anybody, it is all of them who
hate me, as a far greater dude than me was hated before me, YO! Holy
smother, Mister Pav!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JUST
WHEN WE THOUGHT THIS WAS OVER, STEVIE KNICKS, HONEY CAKES; YOU'VE GOT
ME RUNNING, RUNNING, RUNNING, RUNNING FOR COVER; FROM 1976, THROUGH
THE MORONI FLEETWOOD CADILLAC SYSTEMS, OF ALL AND ANY TRAVELERS
VEHICLES; YO YO YO YO YO!!!!! But I am only human, Mister Pennock,
sorry, I make mistakes. I said 1988 or typed it, I obviously meant to
type in 1998 when Elder Hair of the great and Powerful Mormon Church
told me I am with Godd-ESS in eternity. So I replied back to him,
“Then why must I keep dreaming down here”? He smiled, and did not
say a word. We both knew why, Linda Lee
Norman!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why not gimme' a one eyed
jingle from your side of the ****** when you get a chance, I am
listed in the Fort Pierce phone book, sweetie pie, Mark Wayne Mohr,
there is only one of us, not here on Oak Street in HHNJ. Yeah, right,
roger that one PP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IF
I WAS SO TOTALLY UNIMPORTANT TO THESE POWERFUL WORLD OWNERS, THEY
WOULD BE PAYING A LOT MORE ATTENTION TO THEIR OWN MISERABLE ROTTEN
SICK TWISTED FUCKING LIVES, THAN BE WORRYING ABOUT GOOD OLD FUCKING
PITIFUL NOBODY MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR,
24-7-365.2422!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SINCE THIS IS NOT WHAT IS GOING ON,
THEN THIS NOBODY CRAP, IS NOT REALITY. JUST BECAUSE NONE OF THE REAL
NOBODY'S KNOW OF ME, MEANS DIDDLY SQUAT. THESE ARE THE PEEPS WHO MAKE
AND CREATE THE STARS THAT YOU ALL WOO OVER LIKE DOGS WITH THEIR
FUCKING TONGUES STUCK OUT ON A HOT JULY DAY. THEY ALSO ARE THE ONES
WHO THINK I AM MORE IMPORTANT THAN ANY OF THEM. I AM NOT OF COURSE,
BUT I CANNOT DO ANYTHING ABOUT THEIR MOTHER FUCKING DELUSIONS; LADS
AND LASSIES, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity; Courtesy of Channel
12-Television!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have no time to get into shit, but this weekend, be fucking prepared,
sir Jack McCoy, I'm moving forward, SIR!!!!!! The Milituforce has
been warned.
THIS
ENDS ICPISTMCMM, CHAPTER 00036, SO HERE IS 00035 CHAPTER, READ IT AND
SEE WHY AN HOUR AFTER POSTING IT, GIVE OR TAKE, ALL HELL BUSTED CUNT
CHEWING MOTHER FUCKIGN ASS LOOSE FOR ME IN HERE, YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!
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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!!!
THIS
IS COURTESY OF THE WEATHER BUG.
Weather
Map is courtesy of CHANNEL
12
local South Florida Television!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Note: The
image above may not reflect the current alert state for your county
due to a several minute delay between the issuance of the alert and
the map processing.
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Advisory
Colors Key
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Winter
Storm Watch
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Flood
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Non-Precipitation
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Flood
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My
blogs, please archive them folks!
THE
WEATHER BUG,
In Partnership With
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
Local Weather Cameras
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
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!
BUT
I WON'T BE WRONG TWICE, I PROMISE!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!!!
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