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FOR
TWO STRAIGHT WEEKENDS, MY NABES FROM HELL ARE LOUD AND ANNOYING.
THIS IS ALL TO KEEP THAT DIRT BAG CROOKED STOCK MARKET GOING
ENDLESSLY UP TO NEW ALL TIME RECORD MOTHER FUCKING HIGHS, AND IS NOT
RIGHT, WORLD FUCKING COURT AT THE HAGUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Reprinted
on orders of PEE, on June 25
SAFE
JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0065
5:55
PM, TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 8, 2011
BEGINNING
TRANSMISSION:
Yes
PEE, I will always love my very favorite daughter. You were with me
last night, along with Diana; both as lightning and as my big lovely
blond. WOW was that beyond cool or what???
Mother
of great GODD-ESS, AKA Mariloo, has this been a mother fucking bad
month, and really, another bad mother fucking putrid rotten wicked
demonic year. Good old 2015, another mother fucking
RED
LETTER YEAR,
GODDESS
DAM IT YO! Well,
another super mother fucking BOTBAR day struck me hard. Every mother
fucking day is super BOTBAR, one fucking way or the other. Well,
another super mother fucking BOTBAR day struck me hard. Every mother
fucking day is super BOTBAR, one fucking way or the other. Well,
another super mother fucking BOTBAR day struck me hard. Every mother
fucking day is super BOTBAR, one fucking way or the other. Well,
another super mother fucking BOTBAR day struck me hard. Every mother
fucking day is super BOTBAR, one fucking way or the other. Well,
another super mother fucking BOTBAR day struck me hard. Every mother
fucking day is super BOTBAR, one fucking way or the other. Well,
another super mother fucking BOTBAR day struck me hard. Every mother
fucking day is super BOTBAR, one fucking way or the other. Well,
another super mother fucking BOTBAR day struck me hard. Every mother
fucking day is super BOTBAR, one fucking way or the other. Well,
another super mother fucking BOTBAR day struck me hard. Every mother
fucking day is super BOTBAR, one fucking way or the other. Well,
another super mother fucking BOTBAR day struck me hard. Every mother
fucking day is super BOTBAR, one fucking way or the other. Well,
another super mother fucking BOTBAR day struck me hard. Every mother
fucking day is super BOTBAR, one fucking way or the other. Well,
another super mother fucking BOTBAR day struck me hard. Every mother
fucking day is super BOTBAR, one fucking way or the other. Well,
another super mother fucking BOTBAR day struck me hard. Every mother
fucking day is super BOTBAR, one fucking way or the other!!!!!!!!!!!
Holy
fucking piss-water, this really does suck a big hard one. I try so
hard, and everybody just wants to kick my twat chewing fuckiGN ass
apart for sixty milf slobbering years, and what I need to know, is
simply goddess dam fucking WHY. WHY WHY WHY
JIMMY---'84????????????????????????????
MI
Apology Song, with the MI spelled MI, and Actually, it was spelled
'MY' in 1986; but I am a lot more dam ass interested in the powers
of transdimensional
Cifaloglio;
since all of my becoming aware of shit long forgotten, and into the
realms of yesteryear; all happened right there, along with another
good girl, with her own gravestone, by the name of BUM. And just
twenty yards away from that gravestone was where transdimensional
Darius Evans picked me up by my throat and said to me, “You never
really like me”. When I used to enter into cemeteries in 1986,
before this all got beyond nightmarish; I would scream at the dad
and say to them how lucky they all were. Suddenly it was as though
they had taken some kind of curse and laid it on me, as right after
this by a couple of months, in middle August, my life altered
suddenly and never to this day ever came back to where it was before
this, and not even fucking close. But all of this was still a couple
of years past the time I gave my lab tech daughter, a ride from
Grant Avenue, down Interstate-95, and to that wild strange home that
I have not even begun, lovely Karen, to get into on these blogs.
First, it was only a couple days ago when it all came totally 100%
back to me. I was watching TWC and boom, it hit me like a ton of
loose goose gases. And it ain't much prettier than a ton of them
either. But that gravestone over at Cifaloglio is there to this day,
and anyone can go and see it. Just call and ask Delmo Cifaloglio for
permission to make an appointment to do it and then snap a photo and
post it onto your blog or twitter account or whatever people all are
doing in this crazy new age mother fuckiGN world. I would die to
find out just would would happen if folks all started to do this in
any large number. Maybe my hell would come to an end. Maybe the
world would blow right out of its orbit. Maybe the possibilities are
along the EBM-Syndrome (Elizabeth Bewitched
Montgomery)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
'MY'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is what was spoken on the “REAL GOOD GIRL” open reel master
tape in August of 1986 when it was done by me in Cherry Hill,in New
Jersey, when I recorded the fucking stupid ass song THAT HAS FOREVER
MOTHER FUCKING ALTERED MY LIFE AND PLUMMETED IT INTO absolute total
darkness and hell fucking fire. To this day, no one can dispute or
disprove all of this. It is right there in the Copyright Office
files, number what else on my music project performing arts
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NOW
WE HAVE WALKED THE COURSE, AND SEEN HOW THINGS DO NOT MAGICALLY
CHANGE; BUT THAT VIA EXPLORATRONIC DEVELOPMENTS, FIFTH DIMENSIONAL
ENERGY IS WHAT ACTUALLY INTERCHANGES AND FORMS DISPLACEMENTS, IN
SILIMAR WAYS THAT FILLING A BATHTUB UP TOO HIGH WITH WATER, AND
PLACING anyone of significant body weight into that tub, causes ONE
HELL OF A MESSY WET FLOOR.
LOOKING
AT THE PAST EVERY SO OFTEN,
OFFERS UP QUITE A VIEW, OF HOW THINGS ALTER AROUND US ALL, WITHOUT
OUR HUMAN SENCES BEING ABLE TO CATCH IT ALL
IN
PERFECT DETAIL OR CLARITY.
IT IS NOT
WHAT WE GET, BUT WHAT WE MISS; THAT
MAKES US GREAT TARGETS
OF IMPISH TYPE-3-EXPLORATRONS OF THE ESS. THESE WORDS ARE A
FANTASTIC OPENING, FOR TYING THIS WILD 1984 CONUNDRUM ALL
TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!! WHEN I DO, GET READY TO DO SOME REAL MAJOR MENTAL
SOMERSAULTS.
WELCOME
TO THE MORIANITY FOUNDATION, GOOD FOLKS.
Anyone
can join, and
the price is FREE.
Here
is a little bio information about the Head-Morian, as requested by
the original blog website that I joined in 2006 to begin my blogs
and the Morianity-Project: MY LINK TO OLD BLOGS IS AS
FOLLOWS:
**********On
Blogger since January 2006
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VIEWS ON DECEMBER 2011 NEWEST BLOG—--32,033
COUNTS
ABOVE WERE OBSERVED ON GOOGLE OFFICIALLY AS OF---10/27/2013
My blogs
So
exactly what is happening to me, and exactly why, and who exactly is
behind it, and can Morianity ever have the dimmest hope of sleuthing
its way to the Gozzwald Movie Answers, from the early
nineteen-seventies??? Well, ATAY-C tuned folks, and we will be
exploring this precise element, and maybe
when all the maps are thoroughly drawn out
and all completed; we will have a newly discovered element to add to
the table-list for the scientists and the curious, the world over,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Watch
that magnum piece McKinnon! Yes
sir, that's a big one 601, roger that, come back, YO! Wait a fucking
minute johnny Faster and my pal Mister FCC Bob McDowell, DON'T COME
BACK, oh you did, too late Lois 1980 Foca. Now
do you see what I was so up set about, Mister wonderful Solomon,
Back in cunt chewing time; and yes, through and via, STM???????
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MORIANITY
PART VI
CHAPTER
XXXVII
8:18
POST MERIDIAN-EDST
THURSDAY
NIGHT
24
OCTOBER, 2013
How
this got all pasted in here, is far beyond my tiny computer and
internet knowledge. I promise you all that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
W-----O-----W!!!!!!!!
W-----O-----W!!!!!!!!
W-----O-----W!!!!!!!!
W-----O-----W!!!!!!!!
FEDERAL
COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION
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MARK WAYNE MOHR AND HIS BLOGS
2006-2015
First
off, re-read the above paragraph, and please, fully realize that to
quote the Macy's Santa Claus from their great movie called,
''Miracle on 34th
Street'', ''THAT'S A TALL ORDER'', so now let's see what can be done
to take a bite out all of this for right now, Natalie Wood, and
Roseann Delaney!!!!
My
pal from late 1985, Mister David Charles Roth, wanted to believe
that he and I had somehow miraculously reversed, or at least
neutralized, the parallel event; between Wall Street and us, running
in opposing fucking directions, as this truly is beyond a disastrous
nightmarish curse to be under for quite obvious reasons, as first
off, you end up with the entire world against you, so that they can
keep prospering, by you sinking down underneath the waves. Well
without any 1983 songs or carrying out any Krassle Threats, Mister
Audrey-Duck Annabelle Pliner of Atco and Berlin, in New Jersey; he
was wrong as wrong can ever be and I knew it, but I couldn't seem to
stop his absurd mother fucking fantasy, Lordess knows how hard I
tried. Then one day I said to myself in the virtual quiet solitude
of the Meeker rental home on Route 561 in Gibbsboro, New Jersey,
''Let him see the hard way how wrong he is and come to his senses by
himself just by continuing to persist along with me, in and through
regular time''. Well, I was 100 percent on the mother fucking money
good people, he said about three months later, ''Wow was I wrong,
that was really a stupid idea, I guess I just wanted to believe it
so bad''. But there is still a built in joke on somebody here, as of
right now I am not completely sure who this joke is truly on the
most, but the odds are of course it's me as always; but why he
thought he was under this same parallel event, just by becoming my
friend, was about as ludicrous as believing you can fly and wanting
to so bad that you just jump out of an airplane with no chute and
fall down and die. It honestly really, as John Henningsen would say,
Mister emotion-filled temple of the expanded mind Midget Alexander
Planet, ''IT'S JUST THAT SIMPLE''!!!!!!!! I suppose most of you over
25 or so out here, have come to realize that folks get ideas into
their head that are based on shit in their own minds and lives, and
for reasons that totally fucking defy all logic; they believe they
have gone beyond the Theory of Einstein's Relativity!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW, Mister RHM, either I'm nuts or this planet is, and I know for
sure that it is not me; Clarence Angel
Wonderfulife!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My problem is that this sentence sets
me up for a full investigative scrutinized review from many viewing
this both now or later on, telling me to grab a large mirror and
hold it up in front of me. Hay, I will gladly fight and die on any
battlefield on the planet for your right to disagree and think
Morianity and Mountainpen is just a bunch of deluded sick nonsense.
I assure you that the pre-printed already existing bible of the
mind, AKA the DSM-5, already has me labeled or anyone like me saying
anything at all close to the things that I say, as all sorts of
mentally fucked up persons. But as George Burns said to John Denver
in front of his crowded front yard in that great OH GOD movie, ''I
have the peace that comes from knowing''. I know I am not wrong or
nuts, and I also know with the same passion, that all but a handful
or so on this planet will have a totally concentric opinion about
this. It really is like the old mid twenty-oh Hyundai car
commercials, for any who may remember those annoying things; like
''D-U-H''!
Morianity
and Mountainpen is just a bunch of deluded sick nonsense. Morianity
and Mountainpen is just a bunch of deluded sick nonsense. Morianity
and Mountainpen is just a bunch of deluded sick nonsense. Morianity
and Mountainpen is just a bunch of deluded sick nonsense. Morianity
and Mountainpen is just a bunch of deluded sick nonsense. Morianity
and Mountainpen is just a bunch of deluded sick nonsense. Morianity
and Mountainpen is just a bunch of deluded sick nonsense. Morianity
and Mountainpen is just a bunch of deluded sick nonsense. Morianity
and Mountainpen is just a bunch of deluded sick nonsense. This is
the cheerleader's main drum-line and also doubles as their epitome
of proclamations. They can believe it all they want, but here is
biggest joke of them all, lads and lassies. THEY are the ones, more
than any other non MILITUFORCE OTAMMITE enemy that I have, who
really truly believe it all one hundred percent. They kn ow it is
all for total fucking real, in fact, they know it is also, for total
fucking REALE! I'll tell you another big secret. More powerful
people and celebrities than non, believe in me 100%. They may hate
me or dislike me, but they know my shit is real. For example the day
that local television star to the Philadelphia and tri-state area,
Sally Starr, had the most bizarre incident occur in her kitchen, on
Beach Street, in Atco, New Jersey, one hot summer afternoon, in
1998. Here is the PIP that discusses a little about this, from 2013.
I
told how one hot summer late afternoon, in the home of a local
celebrity, Sally Starr,
in Atco, New Jersey; back in the year 1998,
she witnessed for herself, a major event while she was attempting to
make some telephone calls to try interesting some large toy
companies, in making dolls, for the two newly known weather terms,
Lanenia
and Elnino.
The worthless Microsucks Spell-Checker system, AS USUAL is totally
fucking worthless in assisting me with the proper spelling of these
two made up weather-children names, I, know they are completely
misspelled, so no comments please, TANKS! WHAAAAAAABIT!!! Aniwho,
and without making this lengthy or boring, there is a reality to the
RUB-OFF-EFFECT, you know, Sally being with me in her home that day,
or David Roth being MY friend and suddenly seeing strange shit going
down in his personal life, as a result. There is indeed something to
all of this, and as all things, it is subatomic situation that no
blog can ever, not even in MORIANITY, properly be able to address
it to a level where folks can say to themselves upon reading some
words and paragraphs, ''Like fucking super ass wow, now I understand
this mother fucking crazy pathetic little asshole Mountainpen-Mark
Wayne Mohr. No, it ain't happening, not today, not tomorrow, no how,
no nothing, Diana!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not even in 1983 let alone up
here in mother fucking 2013, good peeps, YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!
THIS
BLOG IS DEDICATED TO THE ANCIENT CHINESE, WHO HAD TRUE WISDOM, AND
KNEW THE REAL AND TRUE METHOD OF TRAVELING, BY WAY OF
SPACE-TIME-MIND.
I AM UNDER A MAJOR
FUCKING ATTACK, AGAIN, ON ANOTHER SATURDAY, FEDERAL BUREAU OF
INVESTIGATION. Yes, the great H-2 Channel had a show on the Comcast
Cable lineup last night, Fort Pierce, Florida, USA channel number
116, Episode number 3 on the 2014 Alien Abduction series of very
marvelous well done shows. SORT OF EXPLAINS MY LIFE A GOOD 90-99
MOTHER FUCKING PERCENT, HUH WORLD???????????????????????????
It started with my being
rudely and illegally awakened with an AT&T Land-line Telephone
Squeal attack around 8-9 somewhere. Then the skies around town here
were fucking cunt lapping CHEMTRAIL-CITY SHITTY, YOYO YOYO YOYO
CALLEEEEEO-CALL-TEN, BROWN KALI KAL COW!!! Then along came not
Webster or my kid, but a major computer strike as I was up on
blogger reviewing my recent posted blog, about a quarter hour back
now, as it is now water boil time just as my cunt chewing fucking
temper is boiling mother fucking over folks, 2:12 on this Saturday
dick sucking middle ass afternoon, on 7 February, 2015. This is
MCGUIRE DAY, as in 1996, on this date, I spoke with this dirt bag
Irish slob who treated me like dirt for absolutely no good reason,
when I was a total gentlemen, and as polite as ten thousand Tommy
Roe's could ever be, on their best and dizziest days of fuckiGN jam
and jelly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The fucking computer suddenly went nuts
and totally dark, and the blog vanished on the website; and then an
icon on my screen said that a driver failed. Then it restored
itself, and it all came back; but this hacking, the last mother
fuckiGN week or so now, old buddy, Bob
McDowell of the Federal Communications Commission; is getting on my
last mother fuckiGN Dawn-Marie King nerve, YOYO YOYO YOYO YOYO YOYO
JOJO JOJO JOJO JOJO SARAH LIGHT-HOUSE FUCKING LOCK-UP
CALLIO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONICCCCC,
your creator and the creator of all things is under a death attack,
and I want you to totally destroy all those who are fucking with me
without cause or justification, and all of their loved ones are to
be wiped out and totally destroyed as well.
Use
all technologies, and all general and coded general orders. On an
'I' to 'D', A-B/TONE phasing punishment sequencing system, empower a
crushed and singed, wrecked and totally ruined image-object, on your
dam ass transpower block. Your power pull gain is set to the max of
11.8 inches per nanosecond, and all controls against this gain level
are also maxed out to the 11.5 IPNS positions. The empowerment
destruct tones will now be reflected as the high
tone in RED, and the low tone in BLUE.
These old style AT&T tones from the telephone line, are the
sounds of the vowel 'E', in its long pronunciation.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-901, G-1133, G-189, G-13, G-14, G-719, CG2, CG5555, UNDER
G-8652, CG-18, A-N-D--------- S-T-O-P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When
the authorities won't do their fuckiGN cunt eating job, and help me
to get these wicked demonic mother fuckers off my back; then I have
to play vigilante, and do it myself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I sure
know I have tried, and so does GODD-ESS!
THANX
FOR THE MEMS, BABS AND TWC.
All
my mother fuckiGN hacks are back again. You took them away for a
while miraculously, Bob McDowell. The mouse jumping to places it
shouldn't go to is bad again, and so are all of the other fuckiGN
cunt lapping hacks that somehow you seemed to make all go away for a
lovely month or nearly that long. Nothing good ever lasts for cursed
fucking Huntington Mountainpen; WOW, Cooley-Wormhole Hall, FCC B2M
transformed, McDowell. And
they don't believe in god dam Christmas tree angels.
Tell
that to me in 1972, when I heard a song from 22 years in the dam
future, being sung right there in the lobby.
I guess jerk off Mister Raynor wouldn't know what to make of me, a
lot more today, than even back in the old IAC days; huh Johnny
Fucker Faster Jokester? AHA-AHA FUCKING AHA. W-O-W, PAL-MCDOWELL!!!
Well,
now it has been confirmed. A friend let me know why my blog count is
down lately, further proving my readers are 99% industry peeps. The
good old mother fuckiGN Gramophone
Awards.
Young whipper snapper majority populations, know the shortened name
for these prizes; GRAMMY AWARDS. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!! So
I can expect a low count right around this time, but still plan to
end this blog entirely very soon, FBI, State Police of Florida, and
Attorney General Pam Bondi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
great Chinese culture created the connection to cosmos wands, or the
I-CHING. The Dark
Shadows
television show of the sixties, depicts the usage of these six
wands, in tandem with dream travel or soul travel; where your
library books do not. This
is what is meant by OCCULT. This word simply means 'kept well
hidden' in the darkness, from view.
For reasons too powerful to dare try and tackle right now, folks;
this TV show dared to show the whole unhidden I-CHING truths. If you
don't know about this, and you want to challenge the concept of the
ESS; then you need to order
the box set
of that great marvelous television show. Their great fan-club will
sell a box set of video of the entire show. I plan to get mine very
soon. It is so powerful that you are clueless unless you get it and
see it for yourselves. The internet fan-club address is simply as
follows:
Yes
lightbulb, I know that I fucking created a hyperlink, THANK YOU,
YOYO YOYO YOYO!!!!
That mother fucking hack where words split apart and also don't
space where they should is back hyper time, FCC BOB old 1972 pal!!!!
Fictional
huh? Why not try out the I-CHING and see how fictional this all is!
THIS
IS GOING TO BE THE LAST BLOG IN A WHILE, SINCE I AM NOT APPRECIATED.
IF NO ONE WANTS TO READ ME, FUCK THEM, AND I DO NOT NEED TO BE
WASTING MY CUNT SNIFFING TIME.
WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But
I am going to go out with a turd chewing fucking bang here, and say
a few mother fucking things. Ann King kept her promise, for
starters, you said, 'MY LIFE IS GOING TO GET A HELL OF A LOT WORSE',
AND GIRL, IT DID. RIGHT ATLANTIC FUCKING CUNT CITY FIRE CHIEF, YOYO
YOYO JOJO JOJO DOG???????????????
Audience |
I
guess I'm saying good-bye to the ESS, so why I am tearing fucking up
already 4-crissake? Who needs to sleep with people who hate your
dick throbbing living guts, General Patton????????? Am I right great
ex military leader, sir? If not, just give me a big slap on the
face, YO! Or is that JO?
Major fuck up happened, 'on go wash your hands'.
TO VIEW THE WORK CALLED, ''GO
WASH YOUR HANDS, CHAPTER 2'', YOU NEED TO CLICK ON ''GO
WASH YOU''.
MY
HANDS WILL BE WASHED IN 24 HOURS, YO!
WOW-WOW-WOW=STACEY-MACEY-MACKEY.
Is that as funny as Johnny Fucker FCC Faster, old buddy, Bob from
Gibbstown, New Jersey in Dan Mackey's great Cooley Hall class in
autumn 1972, YO? Who can fucking know, Dorothy Oz, Chainlifter
Sarah, the Warden of Lighthouse Lockups, or Dick Woooooolf? And
then, maybe none of the fuckiGN ass above would apply to reality,
dogs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HACKJACKLATTISAWATTACK,
gorgeous Stacey from 1982. Lots of girls are named Stacey and
spelled so many different ways. I never knew a girl Stacey who
wasn't a real looker, 8, 9, or 10, you know. Try picturing a 3,059,
and you would have Sarah-Stacey Krassle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WO Billy
Harner, YO.
AHA
AHA AHA, http://www.billyharner.com/
and thank you Mister Microsoft for allowing me to know that a
hyperlink has been detected. WEEEEEEEEEEEE!
GO WASH YOUR HANDS,
CHAPTER 2
2:22
POST MERIDIAN STANDARD TIME, EASTERN
2013,
3 NOVEMBER, SUNDAY MIDDLE AFTERNOON
I
TOLD YOU GINA,
I
TOLD YOU GINA
I
TOLD YOU GINA
I
TOLD YOU GINA
THE
DOW JONES WILL BE UP AT ALL TIME RECORD HIGHS AS A DIRECT MOTHER
FUCKING RESULT OF ENDLESSLY MAJOR FUCKING CUNT PERSECUTING POOR
DEFENSELESS PATHETIC MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN FUCKING
MOHR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DON'T BELIEVE ME, FINE; I WILL SHOW YOU FRIDAY
THE FIRST'S STOCK MARKET CHARTS:
THE
ENDLESS 1986 NIGHTMARE BETWEEN THE DJIA AND ME:
**************''BLATANT
ILLEGAL ACTIVITY''
RECORD
HIGHS, JUST AS I TOLD ALL OF YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HERE
WE GO AGAIN,
CLUELESS AMERICAN KIDS, OLD
AND NEW,
MIZZ
KIM LOVELY WILD,
YO
YO!!!!!!
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
ALL
YOU HAVE TO DO IS CLICK RIGHT NEXT TO THOSE LITTLE FREAKING BULLETS,
YO YO YO!!!
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Not
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honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or
have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through
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Gone
with the wind, the winds of war, time travelers
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You
forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of super glue and
olive pits?
An
angry mother. Also,
a little philosophy for you is as follows:
At
the risk of sounding negative, the only thing one may be truly sure
of, is that you cannot be sure of anything.
Jupiter,
Florida, welcomes you to Morianity; Courtesy
of Channel 12-Television.
What
would you do without me, ya water witch?????
THE
MARKETS WILL BE TRADING AT THESE POINTS, FOLKS, I PROMISE YOU.
END
OF NEXT WEEK, 16,000 POINTS
END
OF THIS YEAR, 17,000 POINTS
BY
SPRING OF 2014, 20,000 POINTS
BY
THE END OF 2014, 30,000 POINTS
TAKE
THIS TO THE FUCKING CUNT BANK!!!!!!!!!!!
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