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Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
I am under death
siege, my computer is totally hacked up, I have had to boot off and
back on for no reason, and it started when I was reading over my last
posted blog on Blogger-Dot-Com on the internet. A lot of hacked-tasks
were being done on my computer, in my opinion, but bear in mind, I am
not a software fucking cunt engineer. I can only wonder and
speculate, based on past events, and speculating on current computer
operation and behavior in general of the machine.
The evil fucking
dirt bag dick chewing slobs are on a super BULL RALLY ON MOTHER
FUCKING TWAT LICKING WALL STREET, all by kicking my fucking ass with
what I call not only ICPE-APE-TECK, but SKATING-RINK-MAJOR
OVERKILL-TECK, (SRMOK) TECK. Funny how you can mother fucking sort of
force-pronounce this as Sarah-Mark, if you want to, well, I know for
sure one powerful fucking cunt thing, U. S. © Office, I AM HER MARK,
and in more ways than one or two, the gods know I don't have it all
figured out as of late twenty fucking cunt fourteen. Not by a dick
licking ass long fucking shit shot, YO!
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FOLKS,
I HAVE NO MOTHER FUCKING COCK EATING TIME TO PLAY GAMES AND MAKE SHIT
FUCVKING ALL UP, NO MATTER WHO OUT HERE WANTS TO BELIEVE I AM SOME
SICKO WITH DELUSIONS AND FANTASIES. I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO PROVE MY
SITUATION IS ALL REAL, IN A MORE POWERFUL AND FANTASTIC FUCKIGN CUNT
WAY THAN ALL THE SHIT I PASTE AND POST UP HERE ON THJIS TWAT SNIFFING
FUCKING BLOG OF MINE, BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE
MIND DIMENSION, CHAPTER 005
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM-3
GINA-GINA-GINA-GINA-GINA-GINA-GINA-GINA,
I BELIEVE THAT, I
TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU
I TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU I TOLD
YOU I TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
I
KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTNG HAMMERED
BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE OVER THE FUCKING
CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE
ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP SINCE
AUGUST 15, 1986, SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL
THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME AND HELLISH PERSECUTION!!!!
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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HACK-HACK-HACK,
PAM BONDI, AG!
OCTOBER
28, 2014,
TUESDAY
EVENING AT 5:17,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 82 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 49%, AND IT FEELS 83.
DAILY
RANGE SO FAR, (H-83/L-60).
Those
who wish to doubt my true story of MORIANITY, I say unto thee; may
the GODDESS BLESS THEE, poor fool.
You are free to think I am looney tunes all you want to, I am mother
fucking telling the attorney general, that GOOGLE MICROSUCKS IS
HACKING THE FUCKIGN HELL OUT OF ME, OR IT IS MY WONDERFUL MOTHER
FUCKIGN LOVELY ASS DAUGHTER, ONE OF THE TWO!!!! I PROMISE YOU THAT,
WOMO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAGNESONIC,
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, ON MY VOICE PRINT, HEAR THIS INSIDE YOUR SIXTH
DIMENSIONAL BEINGNESS AS THE LETTER CONSENANT 'EM' SOUND, OPEN
COMMAND, GENERAL ORDER-7. G-189, G-901, G-719, G-917, G-1133, G-13,
G-14, CG-2, CG-5555, I NOW MAX OUT YOUR POWER PULL GAIN (PPG)
CONTROLS TO THE LIMIT OF 11.8 INCHES PER NANP-SECOND (IPNS). THE
CONTROLS AGAINST YOUR GAIN ARE BEING MAXED AT 11.5 IPNS. I HAVE
CRUSHED AND SINGED AND TOTALLY OBLITERATED AN IMAGE-OBJECT, (I-O)
THAT I NOW PLACE ONTO YOUR TRANSPOWER-BLOCK (TB). WHEN THIS IS
EMPOWERED VIA ATOMIC DUPLICATIONAL TECHNOLGY, AND ALL ENEMIES HURTING
AND DESTROYING ME ARE SCANNED UNDER ZERO-DIMENSIONAL TECHNOLOGY, THIS
PROCESS WILL BEGIN, (TRANSPOWERIZATION), UNDER ALL GENERAL AND
SPECIAL (CODED-GENERAL) ORDERS. YOU WILL HEAR THE OLD STYLE TONES
ONCE PRODUCED WITH THE AT%T TELEPHONE SIGNALS, NOW CONVERTED AS
FOLLOWS: THE HIGH TONE IS TONE-A, AND WILL BE COLORED IN BLUE. THE
LOW TONE-B, IS COLORED IN PURPLE. THEY WILL BE THE VOWEL LONG
PRONOUNCED SOUND OF (EEEEEE).
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
COMPUTER,
GO TO G-189, UNDER G-1133, CG-5555, UNDER CG-18, AND
S-T-O-P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sooner
or later, whoever is doing this to me is going to be totally wiped
out and totally mother fuckiGN obliterated and annihilated!!!!!
YOU'LL
BE MOTHER FUCKING PUSSY EATING SORRY, WHOEVER YOU ARE OUT HERE
HURTING ME FOR 60 CUNT CHEWING TURD SNIFFING MUFF DIVING YEARS, YOU
ROTTEN TWISTED SCREWET FUCKING BITCHES!!!!!!!!!! JUST WAIT AND SLUT
SUCKING ASS SEE, YO!
SSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOO,
ARTHUR CRANE OLD TCE BUDDY, HOPE YOU AND THE ARMY KEEPS RIGHT ON
KICKING FUCKING EVIL EMPIRE ASS,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW;
ABSOLUTE
MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' POWER,
CORRUPTING
ABSOLUTELY;
HUH GARY SEVEN, GARY MITCHELL, AND U.S.A. SHEEEEEEEEEEEIT!
LOTSANLOTSAPEEPS
ARE GONNA' BE SUPER FUCKING SORRY WHEN THERE WORLD COMES CRASHING
FUCKING CUNT IN ON THEM, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO, NO LOUD
BEATS UNDERNEATH THE WORDS, PWEEEEEEEEEEEZE, I AM 60, NOT 16, BUT
HERE IS WHERE IT IS GONNA' START GETTING FUCKING GOOOOUD, LOVELY ARM
POPPER KEISHA AND EVERYONE ELSE ALSO, WO MISTER
HARNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHERE
ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU, oh lovely
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
Like
Boo. Where
art thou?
Last
night, you would say I was in a powerful vivid dreaming experience, I
would say I was being a natural type-1-exploratron, and was suddenly
in this outlandish situation, finding myself in a parallel universe,
the age that I am, and going back to high school, a recurring
nightmare in case anyone gives a fucking turd swallowing Skyler Tyler
David Wong Offself.
What
many of you may or may not know about me over here in this universe
where you're reading this blog, is that a very special deal was made
with my mom and I and the Board of Education of Camden County, in
West Collingswood, New Jersey, back in 1972. I was to take some test,
it might have been a GED or not, it all was very fucking hush hush
hush Diner Secret Jim Burr Bohemian Grove Style. They all knew they
ruined my entire life, and did not want my mom to go running to the
press, which would have been a waste of her time, but she was going
to do it, and try and get backing from the then powerful NYC banker
who basically, married her first cousin Ruth Huntington, and no loans
in the city were put through without his OK, as he was the SENIOR-VP,
of the second largest banking institution of those fucking cunt days,
good old Permission-Cameras, 175 Peninsula Drive of Babylon, none
other than boat trip Jimmy Dean maker outer with his oldest daut
Christine Meyers a few years later in 1975, Mister HEINZ GOTTWALD,
himself!!!!!!!!!!! LSS people, they made a deal that if I studied and
took and past a test, I would receive a high school diploma from the
same school that Highway to Heaven boy graduated from, a mile or so
from my Oaklyn, New Jersey apartment where my CHAIN was removed in a
major hyperspace-astral miracle that would get any saints canonized a
gillion times fuckiGN over, and this was none other than the WEST
COLLINGSWOOD HIGH SCHOOL,
where certain other ''unmentionable'' also graduated from, and not my
daughter PEE!!!!! Yes, between ex-bizz partners, younger-dauts, and
special deals; JEEEEEEEEZ; this poor old special-ed fucking kid was
able to procure the needed sheep skin, for some type of so-called
survival; the famous HIGH
SCHOOL DIPLOMA!
Do I have a wild life or don't I, Mizz Attorney General Bondi,
ma'am??????????????????
Yes,
I tried to post a really cool computer drawing to Blogger earlier.
When I try shit that fucking fails, the stock market will normally
fly the next day, with odds of 4:5, and if already on a fuckiGN cunt
2 week bullish rally and long term super bullish move as well' you
can dick licking expect it to be a super up day with odds in a
statistical fucking pattern of more like 9:10, that means a ninety
percent chance for a super bullish move, and hay, look at it,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just
wait until I mother fucking tell you this shit out in fucking
hyperspace, just fucking ass wait, kind
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
homeroom teacher was my older daughter, MC. Mark Minor was there from
the Princeton Sike Ward, and so was Jesse Ventura's cousin, Salvador
Wescott. Things were a little bit scrambled all right, and I was not
in any localized parallel universe, and that's the truth, Uncle
Stuart Fullmoon Huntington Mason Merrily of 1969 tape recorders, even
before the GAP Bruce Allen Pennock came into my mother fucking messed
up screwy life, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! After about a week of living
there, sort of in a fast-forward mode on videos, something major
happened; and is being totally blocked from my consciousness. But
it's there, oh the fucking dam ass gods people, it's there, YO
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Before
some shrinkologist out here gets a mother fuckiGN hard on and says oh
yeah, we know what is all happening in your subconscious mind; let me
assure you; YOU
DON'T 'FUCKIGN' CUNT KNOW BEANS, FROM A CAN OF HOT PUKED UP BEER!!!!
No
magic text formulas,
no magic RED-XXXXs,
and no Hendershodt's or Ronstadt's, I have enough problems, roller
skater Leo Quiggley and Jerry Brown, go govern a state somewhere, YO.
Mark
Minor seemed to know in this universe, as an elevebn year old boy, a
song from the future, unless you wanna' believe the famous fucking
Beach Boys band, ripped this kid off, which is entirely a
possibility, as I have had famous recording artists by the dozen,
come real close to where I have been on music paper, just enough to
keep shit all legal, barely. Still, I remember the late 2008 roll
call in Egg Harbor City, and I remember it all, Mommy Marola and all
of it, but when we deal in hyperspace, things get whackier than a
bottle of green
piss at C-SQUARED,
huh
Naval Officer Daddy Spaceplatforms?
Yes,
I drew the coolest picture of a sky filled with a hundred or more
brilliantly colored moons and white stars, and because I do not know
how to post it so it will work, you cannot see it, NOT YET. I suppose
I could take a photo of it, scan the photo into my computer files,
and then CAP that into the system, and it works like anything I post
then, great fish, lightning, moons, leaves, being snowed in, or
paying pals!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEE!
Yes
sir, in a few years, I will be swimming in the moolah. But not
because of any lawsuit. It is way better than that. Still, things
were seen and reported. Someone who visits this building was seen
putting weird round bugs into my car somehow, and I had to empty a
fucking full can of 'RAID' into the hot car and let it sit like that
after coming back from my errands. They should all be dead, but it
was seen, and my resident manager knows who did it, who they are
affiliated with, and yes, it ties straight to my miserable mother
fucking worthless rotten lousy family!!!! But what else is new since
about 1966, Gary Mitchell, they all are nova, all of them, forget the
poisonous darts from Dimerous or the great love sonnets from the
Canopious planet, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yagodda love these berry
families, huh GENE, let me get Patty's candles going, CAREFULLY, no
repeats of the Karge disaster, huh MC?
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