Happy blogging!
Posted by Cal
Smith and Katrina
Le
Thank you, Cal Smith and Katrina
Le, but I have a small whittle question 4U dudes and duddesses.
After
I ask you this question, I will tell what I was MIND-HACKED by
NCC-CLOUD-ESS (devil soldiers in old world lingo), made me forget to
tell on my earlier previous blog.
Here
are the current stats right now, at 8 of the clock this Friday
evening, on October seventeen, 2014, kind folks:
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UH-OH,
looks like my viewers are going back pedal on me again a bit
recently. I doubt it is because I pissed off PPPPPPPPPPPPPPP, as I
don't think he has that much control over my global audience, sparse
and tether light as it might be, and don't think I ain't grateful for
what I do have, as I am not a greedy man, but my mama didn't raise a
dam fool, either. If it does not grow, and pick up in the fifteen
year, I am all done, and this leads to me' ol' question for Cal
Smith and Katrina
Le.
Shortly, I plan
to have the new employee of the local STAPLES
STORE over here, so the Crime Watching Spies down in my lobby
reading this, on their fucking cell phone computers and tabs, can
know this in advance; as they will learn of it when it happens,
aniwho. I am planning on telling my new guru
that I need help in networking and getting a major story out to this
world. My already nearly seventy thousand views at least puts
a real and plausible blog in front of them, not a little four year
old's toy. Still, nothing like what i want or need to have happen,
and this is what I am asking you two about, although I doubt you will
have time to read my words here, and then e-mail me back, but I can
hope, and then if you don't, then it is off to plan B and going over
to Staples in November. I WILL DO WHAT I NEED TO DO, ONE WAY OR THE
OTHER, WITH OR WITHOUT ANY ASSISTANCE FROM ANY
SWIFFER MOPS OR ANY RIAA SONGS
FROM THE EIGHTIES!!!!
There
are a large group of folks who don't have a clue that my blogs
(Morianity and Mountainpen) so much as exist. I am like a star in a
galaxy. I may shine bright and be potentially extremely powerful, but
I am still one star in a galaxy. Only those who have become
knowledgeable on how to successfully network themselves online in
this new age ridiculous world, ever get a real following, no matter
how great or lousy their material may be, be it literary, musical, or
whatever. If you are not known about, a count such as mine, is quite
miraculous and nothing to sneeze over. Still, when we break down the
specifics of it all, it is 50 or less people around this globe, most
I either know, or are part of this wild family of 1970, but this
leaves at best 5-10 unknown REAL READERS from the public forum, and
this is wasting my time. The reason I persevere onward, is the hope
for growth, and I have come to face the fact, that unless I can
properly do what the internet word called NETWORKING THE SOCIAL
MEDIA, despite having many powerful enemies, there are ways for folks
to at least know I am here and then they can decide for themselves if
Morianity is worth anything to the general population or not, and the
buzz can then either spread to kill me completely, or spread to send
me into, perhaps not stardom, but a count with one or two more zeros
after the far right digit. Again, I am very appreciative for my count
and fore those who go up and view this blog, this sometimes quite
angry, mean, name calling, unpleasant blog, but you know what folks.
It is a blog where a very hurt and persecuted old man, tells the
story straight from the shoulder, and straight from my heart to your
hearts. Those who don't like my truths, like PPPPPPPPPPPP, call me
and threaten to kick my ass, or ignore me, but the fact remains, I DO
NOT LIE, nor am I deluded, as this story from my childhood to this
present second, is all totally real and true, and I have no reason to
sit here faking, hoaxing, making up a bunch of stupid crap, and
involving many many powerful INNOCENT other people. The truth simply
is, they are involved with my life or were, and they are far from
innocent, on many many many many many freaking thinks, people!!!!
So
great people, I will tell you what happened last night. First,
another fire alarm struck, the third or fourth one since five this
morning I believe. It is not hard for me to believe, as I know there
are no limits to the very dark souls behind all of my hellish
miseries, Mister David Wong, of the Suicide information literature up
online and pasted in on previous blogs! Also, my own personal history
with them, speaks loudly and clearly, all by itself. Beyond even
this, is a simple point that fits all of this together in ways most
just can't or refuse to even try, to understand and get. There are
millions of people all around this world who WANT to have all
available information of and from any source, on subjects that they
are interested in, but the problem is the un-level playing field in
their getting this. It is no different, and remember people; that I
WORKED IN THE ENTERTAINMENT BUSINESS, as a tape duplicator
from 1979-1981 in Camden, New Jersey; and you
cannot be in a place like RPL Sound Studio for nearly two years,
without meeting people, and picking up a lot of powerful knowledge
about the industry. It simply is impossible; especially for someone
who by nature, is a very strong seeker, and is never tuned out; not
while in bed, or out of bed, or anywhere. I see, I know, I hear, I
look, I listen, I feel; and I keep right on going every time the
world tries to knock me on my pitiful little ass for doing just this,
as many powerful Scott Ransom people get quite irate and up set and
as he put it in 1988 in my car one day, ''disgruntled'' with
nobody-types like me, learning too many secrets, to wit I reply to
them right now, “TOUGH FUCKING ASS NAVY BEANS,
YO”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But
I truly wish I could hear from you people who send me these public
type of notices, but expecting to, hay I did not fall into the yard
of hay a week ago, it is like writing to your favorite rock stars.
This is why, I never totally will understand my late pal, David Roth,
as I do understand odds and mathematics, and yet he had piles of
personal correspondence with a dozen female diva types, back in those
days. Getting so much as one to write you, I would imagine, would be
like hitting a single number twice in a row on a roulette wheel, but
hay, this is just my opinion, and you are free to see what I say in
whatever light you wish. However, I tell you the total truth about
David and his many many letters and correspondences over time with
many divas, as well as the head of the NSA in those days, Mister
North. Even the ADA Ron Wirtz said this was all quite spurious, but
he either couldn't or for whatever reason, wouldn't, be more specific
with me than this, at that time early in the nineties.
Leave
it to a rotten fuckiGN day like today. Jane Whore Asshole Fonda just
nailed me with her famous fucking ONES-ATTACK, with page eleven of
eleven. It was my fault for not using my sticky page blockers, before
even getting near to page eleven, but let me now cunt phlegm rape for
the attack with those great and wonderful NUMBER-FIVES. Thank you,
great people!
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Now these great
fives brought me up to page fucking thirteen, HA-HA-HA, BUT WHAT AM I
LAUGHING AT, the damage as always, was already done, by this filthy
rotten baseball witch from hot ass unholy monster-slapping
hell-fire!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So here is the
story, and this is all true. As many of you know, I go into trances,
and use my airship to do what I call bombing missions. I don't want
to be more specific other than I have been doing these since the
middle late nineteen-nineties. One time so far, a real jackpot was
hit. I am not an enemy of this nation, this nation seems to hate me
for some reason, and I told Jim Burr in 1983, as you know from recent
blog information, that SATAN in my opinion, figured out a mastermind
brain storm way of getting the world against me, so that he then,
could go off and finish carrying out bigger global agendas and not
worry about persecuting the chosen Huntington or me, day and night.
This would free him up so to speak, to go on with other bigger fried
fish, leaving me still in a terrible circumstance, and in fact, worse
than the fuckiGN stew pot that I was cooking in up to that time in
May or so, in 1983, before my sudden mystery-illness struck me down,
like a pathetic fuckiGN dog in the god dam street!!!!
So
moving this along people; I was in a deep trance, and had just
engaged our fleet of ships, owned and controlled by Sir Duma Argon,
my eternal friend in the Purgatory, which is basically, the entire
Astral Plane, except for two areas that are not the Purgatory, one
being DOGTOWN, or what you would call as mortals, HELL, and the other
being SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, or what you would call as mortals, HEAVEN!
So
making a long story as short as humanly possible, Diana and I were on
my airship, called, the RICKTOWN-1, a part of the DUMA ARGON FLEET
PATROL, a privately run operation that basically is against and at
eternal odds, with the powerful one third of the MILLIONTH-COUNCIL,
an ASTRAL PLANE FORCE quite formidable to say the dam least, lads and
lassies. I had just bombed out the entire BRIGGBASE and thought I had
targeted a huge group of enemy bogey airships of theirs, only,
somehow they engineered a real wow-plan against me, and I physically
died back here in body. I awoke to a severe heart attack at around
5:15 this morning, and a fire alarm sounding. When Engine 15 got
here, they went to the apartment next to James across from my unit
and down one to the very end unit of the west wind on this floor
number six. They told me that smoke was all in there, and they did
not know why or how or anything. Then I realized I was in Astral
Body, asking them this, as when I shut my door and walked back to my
bed, there was my physical body laying there dead from a massive
heart attack. Then a lovely bluish white circle appeared at my window
and I walked out beyond my window and saw the firetruck below me
about 70 feet or so, saying “ENGINE 15” on top of it. I was in
Sahasra Dal Kanwal in a couple of seconds after this, where Almighty
Sarah Krassle told me she loves me so much, and is tired of seeing my
blogs filled with stuff like IWALU, and not obeying her, this is
between us, and nobody else, so the details will be omitted to what
she and I were talking about. The next thing I knew I remember saying
I will obey and can I come to your sweet 16 party, and as some know,
no boy can ever go to this special ALL-GIRLS-PARTY. She laughed and
reminded me of this, and said I have to go home now, and gave a shove
while giggling at me. Then I awoke and all of my chest pains were as
though I never had them at all. I could hear yelling and pounding out
in the hall, and it was Engine 15 guys trying to get into that
apartment next door to James' place. When they finally left the
apartment after opening the door themselves, as the police and fire
have a master key to all public housing anywhere, not just here, it
is the law I believe, don't quote me. Still, I have a lot of
information because I know a hell of a lot of powerful people,
whether or not they will publicly ever admit shit to any of you or
not, truth is truth! I opened my door a second time by my reference
frame, but really it was the only time, physically; and asked the
firemen what was what, and they said we don't know where the smoke
came from, it was just all in that unit all of a sudden and set off
the alarm. Later on before all was said and done, I was baxck in a
lighter trance with Diana, and I asked her what happened, as I
thought for a second, I had been bombing and then fell out of trance
and into a dead sleep. She told me I was in a dead sleep, without the
sleep. That I had died, and that I better be careful of these
Lambriggers that I am fighting with my pal Duma Argon. The
Phladelphia local news broadcasters know all about this, for anyone
out there who is real interested. They got tongue tied after reading
a blog bback in the first couple of years of these blogs, and said
Duma Argon, instead of Dukra Agron, during the event where the
military base was attacked by some local nutcase, near Lakewood
Lightning bus towns. Only David Roth and I appreciate that little
pun, and he is not here any more, right John E. Davis and Lou Sauce,
and all you Philly music industry crumbs, Lenny, Sigma garbage, and
those twoo butt-wipes who think they're god almighty. Give me a dam
break, Mizz Leo, in or out of 1985, YO YO YO YO!!!!
Poor ENGINE-15 of Fort Pierce,
Florida, the great Public Housing Authority is keeping you quite busy
and on your toes. They are here now shutting off another fire alarm,
they were here shortly after I posted my last blog around five or a
little past this dark morning, and I cannot remember if they were
here in-between. When I need to sleep, I sleep with professional ear
plugs, and even though I may awaken to this, I fall quickly back to
sleep with my head buried beneath pillows, and forget it completely.
Still, we are fined, the building is anyway; every time they have to
come out, unless a legitimate fire is accidentally started, following
any official arson report made and filed with the police. In my three
and a half years living here, only one fire happened, a small grease
fire right below me on the first floor, and they had the water hoses
going quite a while. My blogs make mention of this, and I was doing a
blog at the time this was going down live. No pop ups, no VH1 time
changes, no playing with hyper-dimensional realities, no nothing,
misses Ness-1-2-3! Ain't no stopping any of this baggage I would
suppose, huh Diana? Diva's, what I can say, we can't live with them
or without them, Jerry Springer and Mizz Zebriski! WO BILLY H!
Oh Goddess
Scylla, without turning over any more rocks or barking and begging so
you'll sing some of our special songs to me all eternity long; those
powerful awesome outlandish moons sure love to float about, up above
the night scys of where that charter school should be,
and appears to be there, by light of day, only don't tell Roseann
Delaney, we all know
she will never ever be able to attend or even see that magical
school. WOW, the cursed little bastard can laugh and find humor in
nightmarish family fights and stair horrors! Thank the Almighty that
I only had to suffer through this once, and did manage to GET OUT OF
THAT ONE, Marx Brothers!
My
computer and mouse are under fire, as usual, FCC BOB MCDOWELL, my old
friend from 1972 at the great Cooley-Wormhole Hall of magical locker
rooms belonging to gymnasium coach instructors, but who really do
they belong to, Mister and Misses Marola, may I ask you this without
you ripping me and half the classroom to shreds with your awesome
powerful bare hands, you lovely luscious beautiful woman?
The
mouse jumps every time I use it to click somewhere, up to a spot
previously done on the blog, it is relentless, and getting worse all
the time, and IS ILLEGALLY IN VIOLATION OF MY RIGHTS AS A FUCKING
UNITED STATES FREE CITIZEN, who this legal system here has never been
able to convict me of any crime other than those minor offenses that
I did plead guilty to, at younger ages, normal traffic offenses. I
was guilty, and so not being a liar, I plead guilty, now I have
matured and grown up to be the man that Daniel Mackey wanted Bob
McDowell and I to grow into, and I drive perfectly and always within
the law of the land. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Frank Janik, I guess I am
just too clean, for you anyway. Do you think I stay up nights all
worried? You don't look like Susan Lucci at age nineteen, brother, or
I would be awake nights all concerned and worried, YO!
Oh
the gods, have mercy and take pity on this mother fuckiGN poor
persecuted soul, namely, fucking dam ass poor little me, YO,
TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
their DOW JONES flew after they killed me last night. You heard me,
They killed me. I do not stay dead, I am the one from 1406 Highland
Avenue, back in July of 1985 through March of 1985, when I left
Cinnaminson for the first time living at the great marvelous
untrumpable HIGHVIEW APARTMENTS OF WILL-I-AM-ST-OWN, NEW JERSEY.
WOW
do I have fuckiGN hackers, SOSO-WEIN-SSDD, MISTER MCDOWELL-FEDERAL
COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! James and his pal
Stan have been shouting and slamming doors most of the afternoon, and
between this and them all killing me last night; there ends that nice
little anti bull rally for the fucking cunt eating stock market, it
flew way up today after lots of nice losses, but that will be the end
of that, as she trucks and shoots her way up about three thousand
points between now and next summer, good
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
long as they can endlessly get away with persecuting and harassing me
to death and destroying my life, body, and property, over and over
and over and over, with free license to do so; this market has but
one direction to endlessly mother fuckiGN travel in, AND GINA
SWEETIE, YOU KNOW,
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
JUST
AS I TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
WHY
WON'T YOU DO YOUR JOB, PRESIDENT, GOVERNOR, ATTORNEY GENERAL, POLICE
LOCAL AND STATE, WHO ARE ANY OF YOU TO CALL ME A LIAR OR TO SAY THIS
IS ALL IN MY SICK MIND, NONE OF YOU HAVE DEGREES IN PSYCHIATRY FOR
CRISSAKE, YOU'RE POLITICIANS AND PEACE OFFICERS, AM I
WRONG??????????????????????
So
you insist on knowing what happened to me, you can't let sleeping
fucking dogs just lie around huh; fine. I'll give it to you as
straight shot as the gun allows me to!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IT
IS ALL ABOUT BAGGAGE; AND THESE ARE WHY WE ALL HAVE SO GOD
DAM FUCKING MUCH BAGGAGE; THESE AND ONLY THESE, AND NOTHING FUCKING
ELSE. I PROMISE YOU ALL!!!!
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OH
LOUISE HENDERSHODT, WHERE ARE YOU? DO YOU REMEMBER 1967 AND 1968 WHEN
I TOLD YOU ABOUT THE MAGIC OF THE GREAT:
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OH
THE GREAT AND POWERFUL RED (X), WOW, MISTER
FUCKING MACY,
AND
COUSINS!!!!!!!!!!!
Of
course, speaking of ICPE-APE TECHNOLOGY good viewers, even
exploratrons need tools, such as the PAWM-PIE-ETTOS, ICPE-APE, and
many more black stealthy super ass covert bullshit that we need not
touch on with this whittle bwog, Elmer Fwudd.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
OCTOBER
17, 2014,
FRIDAY
EVENING AT 5:23,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 81 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
ON THE DAY SO FAR---(H-83/L-58)
HUMIDITY
IS 56%, FEELS 83
MOSTLY
SUNNY WITH LIGHT BREEZE
THIS
WAS A VERY FUCKING HELLISH WEEK, ENDING IN MY DEATH IN THE EARLY
MIDDLE TIME ERA OF FRIDAY MORNING, BUT AS YOU KNOW, LIGHTNING WON'T
LET ME STAY DEAD. SHE EVEN COMES AROUND PERSONALLY OUT OF NOWHERE TO
HEAL MY HEART WHEN IT BLOWS UP IN A TOTAL MORTALLY WOUNDING MASSIVE
CORONARY THROMBOSIS. Coronary Thrombosis sounds every bit as bad as
it is, your entire heart literally fucking explodes inside your chest
and you are in an indescribable agony; I assure you, and you can
square that, Mister Einstein!!!!
Here
is what mother fuckiGN cunt chewing happened, kind ladies and
gentlemen, or unkind, or mixed, or whatever the case may be, right
old 1975 buddy
in the Pillegi band, near the HTHS school,
in the basement practice area of your parents home, Mister Albert
Pileggi, CONGRESSMAN,
NOT YET OF COURSE, ROBERT
ANDREWS;
of whom 'PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP', insists there are more
than one of you living over on OAK STREET,
in HADDON HEIGHTS, NEW JERSEY; in the time circa of 1975-1980. It's
laugh time, all prophetic reversals, throughout the history of
humankind! WEEEEEEEEEEE AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!
I
AM GETTING REAL SUPER TIRED OF PEOPLE NOW FAMOUS AND POWERFUL,
DENYING THEY KNEW ME, AND EVEN LIKED ME A LOT, IN DIFFERENT WAYS AND
AMOUNTS. YOU WILL ALL ANSWER TO A POWERFUL WHEEL EVENTUALLY, AND DEEP
DOWN INSIDE, I BELIEVE IN MY FUCKING HEART OF HEARTS THAT DIANA WILL
GO ON REPAIRING UNTIL SHE IS DONE WITH ME; THAT YOU ALL KNOW THIS AND
TRY REAL DAM FUCKIGN HARD EACH AND EVERY DAM DAY, TO BLOCK THE
THOUGHT OF THIS, OUT OF YOUR MINDS. BUT ONE DAY WHEN YOUR PRESENT
LIFE HAS EXPIRED, YOU WILL INDEED BE DEALING, AS ALL RELIGIONS PREACH
WHETHER THEY KNOW IT OR NOT, WITH THE GREAT LADY KARMIC WHEEL, WHE IS
STRONGER THAN ANY AND ALL OF US ALL PUT TOGETHER, IT IS IN TRUTH AND
IN FACT, THEE ABSOLUTE FIRST BUILT IN LAWTRON ON THE SEVENTH
DIMENSION OF THE SYSTEM OF LAWTRONICS THAT FIRST BLEW OUT AND AWAY
FROM THE GREAT VOID INFINITY, AND THIS GREAT ABSOLUTE COLLECTIVE SOUL
OR GOD OR WHATEVER NAME SPINS YOUR DAM TOPS, FOLKS; WILL GET US ALL,
YOU TOO, ALL OF YOU!!! SO DENY MY CONNECTIONS WITH YOU, SO MANY OF
YOU OUT HERE, ALL YOU WANT TO. ME YOU CAN BEAT. THE WHEEL, WELL; YOU
REALLY DON'T NEED ME TO TELL YOU THAT YOU FUCKING CANNOT BEAT THAT
ONE. THAT IS THE ONE THAT YOU, ALL OF YOU DOING ALL OF THESE THINGS
TO ME, WILL NOT BE ABLE TO GET OUT OF. SO LAUGHT TODAY AT FUCKIGN
POOR OLD ME, YOUR TURN WILL SPIN AROUND, I PROMISE YOU!!!!!!!!!! I DO
NOT NEED TO EVER MAKE ILLEGAL PHYSICAL WORLD THREATS ON ANYBODY,
ANYWHERE, AT ANY TIME, THIS IS ALL ON A TOTALLY FUCKING COSMIC ASS
LEVEL, YO!!!!
AND
YES, SABRINA COLLINS OF DARK SHIT HOLES AND MISTER ROTH SHITPANTS
KMART, THIS IS WHERE IT ALL BEGAN, JUST A COUPLE YEARS AFTER IT BEGAN
50 MILES EAST OF THERE IN GOOD OLD ROTTEN ASS SIN CITY ATLANTIC CITY,
THE OCEAN'S SODOM, GAMORAH BY THE SEA, WHATEVER, CONGY OLD PAL FROM
ALL LONG BLUE RIVERS AND FIRES.
Another
perpetual valid paste-in folks, is this:
The
dick licking MILITUFORCE
fucking jerk off subskummites, woke me at ten shy of eleven Friday
morning, to a nasty severe health and bowel attack, generated with
their black file agency garbage weaponry. I have felt even worse
today on top of feeling mother fucking shitty without any assistance
from this dirt bag fart sniffing army of non-flushed toilet water
drinkers. After a monster shit and followed by a heavy Metamucil
dosage, I was better, but it still is on me at this very minute,
three shy of cunt chewing midnight, as I approach Saturday morning
here on the east and south coasts of America the beautiful,
laugh-laugh-laugh, Mike McNulty.
OH
I JUST LOVE ETERNAL PASTE-INS THAT FOLLOW REALITY, LIKE NO OTHER
PERSON LIVING ON THIS FUCKING ASS PLANET, GEE!!
This
entity who I now call Middie for MDE or MOTHER/DAUGHTER/ELECTRON,
has made me aware of so many things that no human alive could handle
what I have come to learn and know as a result. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
and W—O—W!!!!
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.
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WAYNE MOHR--------1980, ALL BLOGS © 2006-2014
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MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
FANTASTIC
GORGEOUS LIGHTNING MY ENDLESS LOVE, IWALU FOREVER AND EVER, SO SING
OUR SPECIAL SONG TO ME ON THAT SPECIAL ROCK OFF OF SICILY, LOIS FOCA.
YOU CAN ALWAYS SING IT AT THE 1980 ONRAMP IN ATLANTIC CITY ALSO, AS
YOU DID THEN, THERE IS NO TIME, NOTHING IS REAL, YOU CAN TAKE ME
THERE AND SING THIS TO ME ENDLESSLY, GREAT SCYLLA!!!!
I
was one month at 1802
Robin Hill,
and it was on the night of June 4, 1983. I'll bet Doogie Howser
remembers, even though his great show was yet to be falling into
humankind's consciousness illusion of SPACE-TIME-MIND,
in more ways than one, if a wee bit of NY ST humor is permitted me,
uncle Heinz Gozzwald of great mighty purple Babylon of great prophets
and visions, huh
traveler Saint John,
cut me a big ass brake, willya, Margie 1985 Leo, kammaan?????????
Papas Island 1923 years ago, gimme
a dam break there, mighty (GAP) EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND CHARIOT
RIDERS of the AAT CLUB,
like fucking WOW!!!!
FOR
LARGE FULL PAGE LIGHTNING CHART, GO TO: ONE OF MANY, IS ON: ESS IN
THE SECOND DECADE BLOG, CHAPTER 029.
EXPRESSIONS
AND SAYINGS; ALL MY ORIGINALS:
HOLY
HOT HURL HICCUPS, TIME TO SAY UNCLE-NUFF.
SUNRAM
AND DODGESLAM
SWEET
GIANT JACOBSON
SPEAK
OF THE LENNY-NICKVIL
HOT
SHINGLE SHIT
HOLY
MOTHER MARILOO BLUE
BLUCRANTRAN
MCCOO TECK, THE OTHER FOOD, BMT
CRISIS
LILA ISISCYLLA AND
PHONY
BOLOGNA BATONY MARONI
BUNT-TAPPING,
RUNT-SLAPPING, ROCK-CHUCKING,
FLOCK-DUCKING,
STOCK TRUCKING,
ESS
THE CESS-MESS
YES
THE FLAME OF THE PESTS
HOLY
SMOTHER, FEEL MY SNARE, MISTER PAVAROTTI.
ESS
IN THE SECOND DECADE BLOG, CHAPTER 006-007 A AND B: THIS IS WHERE A
PASTE IMAGE CAN BE FOUND FOR THE JUPITER INLET CAM.
NOTES
TO MYSELF:
“MY
MEDICAL MIGHTMARE OF JUNE 1983”
TYPE
THAT INTO THE OFFICE FILE DOCUMENTS FOR MAYO CLINIC INFORMATION TO
POP UP, GENERAL INFO, APPOINTMENTS, FLORIDA OFFICES.
I
LIVE IN A NATION THAT MURDERS ITS
PATHETIC
INNOCENT CITIZENS, LADIES AND GENTS!!!!
BLOGS
OF MARK WAYNE MOHR, 2006-2014
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
~~~~~~~
My
life is total hell!
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yes
it all began for me here, where Scylla sang our song for me, on June
4, 1983, and then 36 months later, boy did I wish I was never born,
and still, Copyright Office 1084 examiners, JUST WHAT'S WRONG, and
not with left or right stereo fuckiGN channels,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ladies and
gentlemen, I may not always be a real good boy, and I will never be
in this lifetime, a “REAL
GOOD GIRL”, but whether or not I choose or wish for anything in
particular, or not; a friend from 1999 let me know to my chagrin and
total surprise, that I have something that I up until our talk on
this one day in late summer or early autumn, and that something is
now called by modern new age society people in general, “BAGGAGE”,
with or without any TV shows from brain waster Jerry Springer. There
is a dude with a powerful set of think-plugs, who for reasons only he
fully understands and knows, maybe; decided to waste an entire
lifetime on total GARBAGE, and this man has a near Einsteinian
Intelligence Quotient, I have come to learn by sources absolutely
reliable. Her name was Helen, and when she told me this, I probably
was in utter shock, and it was not until days later that I thought it
through, and realized that this lady was no dummy either, although,
as with the case of Mister Springer, they live in garbage, and that
is just my entitled Mizz Daniels-1980 opinion, but it is my opinion.
What is this baggage, you ask me, maybe? Fine, I have no secrets from
this god dam fuckiGN world, folks. It is Sarah Krassle. SHE IS MY
BAGGAGE, and she is very very very non-Ingrid-1983 heavy, old
educator Richard Marcucci from 1969!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA
MIKE MCNULTY, YO!!!!
WHERE
ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, oh lovely
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
Like
Boo. Where
art thou?
Please
make this all stop, ALL HOT HOSE BUCKET PEOPLE EVERYWHERE, and Mizz
Bondi.
THANK
YOU beautiful LIGHTNING,
for coming around and visiting your little boy yesterday!!!!!!!!!!!
Lakehouse colors, WOW, you know how to turn me on, SCYLLA!!!!!!!!!!
WO Mister Harner.
They
are really fucking hacking me, MIZZ BONDI, Florida AG, WEEEEEEEEE!
What
civil rights? What constitutional rights? What human rights?
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!
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
My
asshole backstabber is restless and playing video-games at 4:20 in
the morning. This place is crawling with fuckiGN total whack jobs,
but that's just my baggage I brought here from the endless void,
using the Astral Plane as a sort of weigh-station in-between,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW
DOES LIFE SUCK A BIG FAT FUCKING HARD PRICK AT LIGHT SPEED
SQUARED!!!!
YOU
HAVE FINISHED ICPISTMCMM, CHAPTER 56.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OCTOBER
17, 2014,
FRIDAY
NIGHT AT 10:24,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 67 DEGREES FNHT.
DAILY
TEMPERATURE RANGE SO FAR---(H-83/L-58)
HUMIDITY
IS 94%, WIND CHILL IS 67.
WINDS
ARE AROUND 0, WITH SMALL NNE GUSTS
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