CHAPTER 14, MARK WAYNE MOHR'S
FINAL DYING WORDS
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HAY
LOVELY GIANT GINA ARM BREAKER, I BELIEVE THAT I TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
NOVEMBER
13, 2014,
THURSDAY
EVENING AT 5:28,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 72 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY SO FAR, (H-84/L-56)
HUMIDITY
IS 79%, IT FEELS 77 DEGREES.
WINDS
NONE, SMALL GUSTING TO THE NNW.
SO
WHY DID I WRITE THE SONG IN EARLY 1988, CALLED ''PROPHET
OF NOTHING'', INCLUDED IN MY
'EPITOME OF MISSPELLED HARASSMENTS' PROJECTS, THAT I SENT
TO THE COPYRIGHT OFFICE; WHILE I RESIDED ON CENTRAL AVENUE, IN
MOORESTOWN, NEW JERSEY; YOU MAY BE WONDERING AND ASKING FOR ME TO
TELL YOU? THEN
YOU CAN SAY YOU LIVE IN BABYLON, AND THAT YOU HAVE
EITHER 'BEEN TOLD', 'GOT TOLD', OR NOW, 'YOU
GOT TWALD'; AND AS ABBEY CARMICHAEL WOULD SAY, ALONG
WITH HER PESKY NEEDLES; IN THAT GREAT CRIME AND LAW HIT TV
PRODUCTION, CALLED, (LAW & ORDER); “EITHER
WAY WORKS FOR ME”, SO HOW ABOUT WITH
YOU?????????????????????
SSSSSSSOOOOOOOO,
HERE IS WHY. Because I had told a lot of fucking shit that all
happened, you know, the way prophets all do, like biblical ones, or
those not in Holy Christian Scriptures, such as many folks, one in
particular that comes to mind that most of you will all know, being
the great wonderful marvelous, Mister Nostradamus.
I
told a lot of things, while all the time, suppressing so much inside
my brain, and not permitting consciousness
recall of so many GOT-TOLD-GOTTWALD oriented things, from
1972. Today I called the Copyright Office and spoke to two ladies
from two departments. The first one was quite unpleasant an din a
terrible hurry to go nowhere. She won't believe that I cannot bring
the search records up on my computer, it keeps saying I do not exist
at all. She says her computer is showing that I do. The other lady
said if I send $12.00 as a copy fee, they will send me another
certificate, but only if I send $40.00 will it be some official one,
and all sorts of jazz that I don't get. Someone stole the certificate
out of my files, things do not just vanish. I had one manila
envelope, and in it were all things pertaining to my songs and my
copyrights, and the envelope has the word 'COPYRIGHTS' on it. But
inside of it, and I went over it ten times with a mother fucking fine
tooth comb good people, there are many things, but no certificate
from my latest 2013 project that generated so much fuckiGN cunt
trouble for me ever since this all got mother fucking started. It is
worth the twelve fucking dollars, so I will send it and get a
'cheapo-copy' certificate. I don't trust the world, and its wealthy
mother fuckiGN dirt bag owner wealthies from here to my
eyelashes!!!!!!!!!! THAT I promise you.
As
the blogs progress from here, and I
continue on; I will get way more into the specifics of just
how and why, in this author's opinion, the WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES
all began, and how this all really started, because despite my
harping on the magical date of 8-15-1986, there is as I am sure most
of you have figured out long ago now; QUITE
A BIT MORE GOING ON WITH THE SAME UGLY STORY, and without
more facts, I dare not print all I would like
to, my good people out here!!!!!!!! MAJOR
HACKING, BOB MCD, FCC!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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