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AFTER
MORIANITY PROJECT SAFE JOURNAL
CHAPTER
NAME----
'DEATH
ATTACK FROM THE MILITUFORCE TODAY'
MY
BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2014.
©
MARK WAYNE LIGHTBULB MICROSUCKS MOHR
2006-2014
OBVIOUSLY,
THEIR EVIL STOCK FUCKING CUNT LAPPING MARKET IS MAKING ALL TIME
RECORD HIGHS OVER 18,000, AS THE LOUD PLANES AND SUPER CHEMTRAIL
ASSAULT OVER THE SKIES OF FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA, ARE VERY MAJOR.
THIS IS A DOOZIE FUCKING WHOPPER ATTACK, BIG MACK PERWINKLE
BEARHUGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
WENT OUT ON A FEW ERRANDS AND THE SECOND I WAS OUT, THE SKY BLEW
UP. ANYONE WHO TAKES CHEMTRAIL PHOTOS,COME TO MY TOWN OF FORT
PIERCE RIGHT NOW THIS SECOND AFTER YOU READ THIS BLOG, IT IS NOW,
SEVENTEEN PAST TWO ON FRIDAY FUCKING CUNT AFTERNOON, HURRY HURRY
HURRY, NOT TO TENNESSEE AVENUE BACK IN 1997, BUT YOU KNOW!!!!!!!!
I
HAD TO GO TO THE HARVEST MEDICAID OFFICE TODAY, LOVELY PAM BONDI,
ATTORNEY GENERAL OF FLORIDA. THE NICE FOLKS UP THERE ASSISTED THIS
POOR CURSED FUCKED UP LITTLE FOOL SO HE CAN GET HIS HUGE 15 DOLLAR
FOOD BENEFITS REINSTATED FOR TWENTY FIFTEEN. THE SECOND I LEFT, IT
WAS SKY SIEGE, SKY SIEGE, DEATH ATTACK, DEATH ATTACK. THEN I WENT
TO THE DOLLAR DEELS AND THEN ONTO PUBLIX. THE ROADS AND MALL AREAS
ARE ALL JAMMED TO FUCKING SHIT FOR THE DAM ASS CHRISTMAS RUSH
BULLSHIT. I HATE MOTHER FUCKING HOLIDAYS, MA'AM, BUT THANK YOU FOR
LETTING ME SURVIVE THIS LONG IN YOUR WONDERFUL STATE OF SUNSHINE
AND I-95 PIPELINE NIGHTMARES. I BETTER WATCH MY ASS NOW, AND LOOK
OUT FOR BIG WARREN AND BIG BOO, HONEY
CAKES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IF
WE DON'T HAVE THE MOST GORGEOUS AG IN AMERICA HERE IN
FLOWER-SHINE; I WANNA' KNOW WHO DOES? STILL, I WOULD RATHER HAVE
OLD AND UGLY MEN POLITICIANS IF THAT IS WHAT IT TAKES TO GET THIS
HELL NIGHTMARE BACKED OFF OF ME,
WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ALL
OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING UFO SHIT MAKES ME LAUGH AND WANNA' SPIN
AROUND LIKE BIG CURLY ON THE THREE STOOGES. IT IS ALL JUST
INTENTIONAL GAME, RUN BY THE WORLD OWNERS, USING MILITARY AND
AGENCIES, MAKING YOU ALL THINK IT IS ALIENS AND SAUCERS BEING
COVERED UP, WHEN ALL ALONG, IT IS NOT. IT IS THE FUCKING
EXPLOWTRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY, OR THE ESS.
Nighty-night
big KALI COW CALL-10 CALLIO and family. Slam me up against all the
high wall AC units you want to, or slam me around in Atlantic
City, or the other AC as I jokingly have come to call it. Well,
really, in reverse; I sometimes call air conditioning, THE OTHER
AC, right Mister Harrah Sarah other universe 1986 magic labs of
the real north, Mizz Patty Hollister? The girl that picks up 300
pound couches like they weigh 20 pounds. They are not making girls
like they used to, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, and this was in 1975, Bob
Andrews, my old pal; with or without riding me back home to 1118
Linden Hill Apartments of lindenwold, New Jersey; on that late
summer night. Hay, everybody is always too busy for me. My
absolute totally hugest mystery is this: SO BUSY DOING EXACTLY
WHAT???????? Just what is everybody so dam ass busy doing? Here is
one for NSA to really frikkin' start looking into. See, I am being
a good citizen, and trying to help out my great wonderful country!
Yes
sir, Mister David Leigh Smith, I found it very difficult to
believe such an incredible reality back in the autumn of 1970,
when you went onto tell me to see life as a set of realistic
circumstances not necessarily matching real world evidence, and to
trust, ALWAYS, and FOREVER, no matter what; the real world
evidence, such as those words that you had written that afternoon
on the blackboard; that I saw upon returning from the other
school, and back to Hopkins Lane and your class, on that middle
late afternoon.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONICCCCCCC,
wipe out and crush all my evil fucking turd chewing enemies from
HELL and 1983!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am just speaking on a life journal, and posting the words up for
safe keeping, and
That
is all I am doing.
I
am just speaking on a life journal, and posting the words up for
safe keeping, and That
is all I am doing.
I
am just speaking on a life journal, and posting the words up for
safe keeping, and That
is all I am doing.
I
am just speaking on a life journal, and posting the words up for
safe keeping, and That
is all I am doing.
I
am just speaking on a life journal, and posting the words up for
safe keeping, and That
is all I am doing.
I
am just speaking on a life journal, and posting the words up for
safe keeping, and That
is all I am doing.
I
am just speaking on a life journal, and posting the words up for
safe keeping, and That
is all I am doing.
I
am just speaking on a life journal, and posting the words up for
safe keeping, and That
is all I am doing.
I
am just speaking on a life journal, and posting the words up for
safe keeping, and That
is all I am doing.
I
am just speaking on a life journal, and posting the words up for
safe keeping, and That
is all I am doing.
I
am just speaking on a life journal, and posting the words up for
safe keeping, and That
is all I am doing.
I
am just speaking on a life journal, and posting the words up for
safe keeping, and That
is all I am doing.
I
am just speaking on a life journal, and posting the words up for
safe keeping, and That
is all I am doing.
Yes
indeed, there is a new beauty in town; and she will be totally
full on Love Day, and she knows how much I love her. You are my
lovely moon, my endless love, Diana Arteemis. I'm watching
you, big lovely girl, and we don't care whether Steve Marcus, or
any artist on the radio; wants to hear it or not, right 1-2-3
Lover of 1983? Follow me wherever I go, all throughout the ''lines
of change''!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
those lines of change are not just me in 1983 changing phone
numbers to try and run away from lovely wonderful MIDDIE. I'll
never be a Jonah Whale ever ever again, SSJKK. That is my solemn
promise to you, from your David of so long ago. You were so lovely
at that gate in Eden, oh the gods, do I love you so, my great
Sarah Krassle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well,
lots of weird electronic magic and trickery is happening these
days. Real experienced lifelong technicians call ''FM'' Freaking
Magic''. Most are not so polite, and do not say 'freaking', but
another ''F'' word. Before I left for the Harvest Medicaid this
late cunt chewing fucking morning, I went to put on my watch, and
it is broken, speaking of endless relentless mother fucking
electornic trickery and MILLIONTH-COUNCIL FUCKING FM MAGIC, YO!
There are going to be a lot of fuckiGN dead people all over the
place, just wait and fucking cunt see, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
merged lots of shit with the New Testament of Morianity and made
it one and the same thing after the summer of 1997 when I ended
this journal that began on February 1, 1983, in Atco, New Jersey,
and was then called, ''PHONE PROGRAM 1'' on the 'A' side, and
''PHONE PROGRAM 2'' on the 'B' side; and then each following
cassette tape, was the next higher integers, so that on the
'A-side' it was always an odd number, as well as two numbers
higher than the previous cassette tape, and on the 'B-side' it was
always an even number, as well as two numbers higher than the
previous cassette tape. Now taking an average, from the time this
started on February first in 1983, and where I ended it in the
summer of 1997, somewhere around the low 12,000 amount in
numeration, I then simply average where this might have been if I
was in a parallel universe where it went on to this very day, and
there never was a Morianity, nor did I ever stop my ''LIFE
JOURNAL''. Doing this takes one very simple mathematical process.
I took 12,000 and divided by the amount of rounded off years of
the existence of the journal, 1983-1997, or 14 years, dividing
12000 by 14, and then multiplying this average annual cassette A/B
side journal tape number, and multiplying by the amount of years
it would be from 1983 through the end of last year or 2013, which
means 12,000 divided by 14 multiplied by 30, or really thirty
fourteenths of 12000, 30/14X12000. The calculator purchased at the
Fort Pierce Dollar Store three or four years ago, shows this
figure to be 25714.285, and so I merely rounded it off so I can
start at a nice clean 25,700, just dropping the 14.3 or just less
than this. Real mother fucking funny, Michael McNulty. YUK YUK YUK
and AHA-AHA-AHA!
DECEMBER
19, 2014,
FRIDAY
AFTERNOON AT 2:42,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 72 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY, (H-73/L-46)
HUMIDITY
IS 61%, FEELING 76 DEGREES.
WIND
IS 5 GUSTING TO 8, NNE.
AS
CUZZ TRUMP WOULD SAY, “LIKE I GIVE A
SHIT”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MICROSUCKS AND THEIR LIGHTBULB
HACK IS BACK AGAIN.
THE
STOCK MARKET IS BEHIND THE ENTIRE NIGHTMARE I AM IN WITH FAMILY AS
WELL AS ESS. IT IS FUNDED BY ESS, AND ANYONE WHO CANNOT SEE HOW IT
WORKS BY NOW, IS A TOTAL FUCKING FOOL. THEY HAVE THE FUCKING SEC
IN THEIR TOTAL POCKET. THE ONLY GOVERNMENT AGENCY I WOULD BRAG
ABOUT AND TELL YOU IS GREAT, IS THE FTC. THEY CARE ABOUT PEOPLE,
GENUINELY. They got all my money back for me without my even being
aware it was going down, about a decade or more ago when I was
swindled by the talk station of Philadelphia 1210 amplitude
modulation, and the Art Bell gang of crooked products. When it is
hats off to someone or some group, I don't ever hesitate a second
or shy away one bit, from giving them their due props. GO FTC, and
thank you, great wonderful people, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
HERE
I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE.
SO DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED, COME AND SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU
FARTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HERE
I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE.
SO DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED, COME AND SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU
FARTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HERE
I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE.
SO DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED, COME AND SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU
FARTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HERE
I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE.
SO DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED, COME AND SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU
FARTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HERE
I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE.
SO DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED, COME AND SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU
FARTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HERE
I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE.
SO DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED, COME AND SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU
FARTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HERE
I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE.
SO DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED, COME AND SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU
FARTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HERE
I SIT ANGRY AS SHIT. THE SIXTIES WERE GREAT BUT NOW IT'S TOO LATE.
SO DO NOT SIT THERE BROKEN HEARTED, COME AND SHIT, DON'T SAY YOU
FARTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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