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The end of an
era, and the end of a nine plus year blog, is right around the
corner. But that makes perfect sense. The end of my life is as well,
praise the fucking milf sucking gods.
Audience |
FEBRUARY
22, 2015,
SUNDAY
AFTERNOON AT 2:56,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 78 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY----(H-79/L-53)
HUMIDITY
IS 69%, WIND CHILL IS 81 DEGREES.
WIND
IS OUT OF THE EAST AT 13, WITH GUSTS TO 14.
IT
IS MOSTLY CLEAR WITH A FEW PUFF CLOUDS AROUND.
WHATEVER
YOU SAY, MICROSOFT LIGHTBULB SIR/MA'AM.
Oh
boy, thank you so much Microsoft, and what would I do without you?
Pretty lightbulb, guys. So maybe that was not a good example,
but you still look great on the screen, or as Mister Harvey might put
it, “on TV”. That lightbulb is alive and well here on Hal
Lindsey's great and late Planet Earth, lads and lassies, huh mister
McNulty, AHA-AHA???
Hay
''a
screen is a screen is a screen'',
and maybe Babs knew a lot more than I did, in fact, if you watch
global behavior, it cannot help but to tell very enlightening
stories, no matter how they all try to hide their evil fucking deeds
from the great opposite side of the black-hole worms of reversed
(polarity)!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't die on me Sarah Party-5. W—O—W that
lovely Microsucks lightbulb is very entertaining, why block it when
it is so dam pretty to see, Big-Steve???????????????
Oh
yes, the power of power, or love; Mizz wife of other molester Dion of
great Canada Bonanza; and things begin making some dam sense for a
change, but
take a less powerful power line,
oh please, and don't cut out my poor lungs and turn them into oozing
bloody washcloths, BOOBY. Thank you all travelers of the mighty ESS,
huh Prosecutor Wirtz? You said to me in 1996, “Nark, you're going
to have to do some legwork on your own now”. Yeah, he did all he
could, or WOULD. Peple get too scared, to quote my mom. Just what, or
WHO did she know? A shipping company for a an employer, all your
life, one of the largest ones of the world. Hell even Arnie Ness the
mess had to stand fucking up and take notice, huh Mizz Ross? Well
DMK, you told me not to get it fucked up. I ain't perfect. Talk to
the one and only magic keyboard man, Sir Bruce Allan Pennock of 2
Beaver Drive, in Barrington, New Jersey, but go back in time several
mother fuckiGN decades first, YO!
My
poor old failure blog is going into respiratory and cardiac
failure, simultaneously, with vigorous efficiency. Measured in the
month-averaged count number, it now is at
the lowest point in me than two years. A decline along the
lines of the past 6-12 months, will bring me down to about a 500
monthly read within two years tops, and maybe a lot sooner even.
Boy does this gang of gods and goddesses hate my pathetic cunt
chewing fucking guts.
Only
careful study of the world map showing audience to this blog, reveals
a strange near oxymoron. It is at least as wild as the way we all
seem so acceptable to parking on driveways and driving on parkways.
You know, a blog this small, maybe 20 people reading it anymore, yet
look how the world shade areas change almost on a daily basis. Lots
of travelers, of course, what kind of travelers pops into my head.
Well, I am just a sick deluded paranoid crackpot, so who's taking any
of this seriously, Your Holiness? Well, obviously all of those who go
out of their way to constantly disrupt this blog, my entire life, and
on and on we could go here, and you know that, Holy Sir. Thank you
for recent prayer, but I need much much much more prayer, Your
Eminence Sir. TANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The death angel
leaves me along a few days after you read and honor my request, oh
great sir!
Saturday was
a super BOTBAR DAY, and when I was out on my shopping errand a few
days ago, this MAJOR MILF MUFF HUFFING MILITUFORCE began this
beyond wild UTILITY ASSAULT ON me and my CIVIL RIGHTS as a FREE
BORN UNITED STATES CITIZEN. It started by fucking up my car stereo
again which had not happened in a year or so, then my second cunt
lapping assault was almost having a fucking fire in my apartment,
and for no reason, a broken electrical outlet; and then finally,
while trying to post a blog up to the internet and to the Blogger
Dot Com Web-Site about 24 hours ago or so, my internet explorer
system kept shutting down and was totally hacked and ruined. For
whatever reason it was down and nothing I did would rectify this
nightmare situation, and I tried every bell and whistle of every
program, scanning and troubleshooting, going into the internet
network, you name it and I tried it, and it failed. They stopped
me from posting my blog for a solid day.
Jehovah
my love; you still have all of your great power and authority over me
and the creation or your lovely dollhouse. I am only here to serve
you, and you will tease me and play all of your wild and outlandish
games with me forever and forever. I cannot stop you from making my
life as Mark Wayne Mohr a living burning breathing nightmare hell.
Like DDDDDDDDUH!
Why
this is happening to me, great wonderful Sheriff Ken Mascara; I am
so clueless that I might as well be a little buzzing honey bee,
working ever so busily on a pretty garden of flowers. Yes, they
don't miss a trick, do they Kenny? You have to admit sir, they
really are good. It used to wow me a lot until ADA Wirtz up in
Camden, New Jersey, at the CCPO told me early in the nineties,
sir, that once you know the tricks, what they are doing to me
loses a lot of its mystical power completely. He is so right,
sheriff sir. Really great. I love it! It proves my stories are all
so true and real!!!!
I
have to bluff these Warren-Boo nightmare people, or try, KM, but that
cover got blown thanx to media and celeb-power,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
I
can't win. I am fighting an endless just sixteen year old female
all powerful entity, who calls me THAT BOY, and has always been
playing her games with me, throughout forever and ever and ever
and ever and ever and ever and ever, and you get it. I gave up
trying to know why she was here as Sarah; and the Jesus thing
makes much more sense. She can bounce in and out of Sarah Callio,
Dawn King, and so many others, but those two were the main ones
that she hyper-flashed into, that caused me to lose my life
forever in this lifetime as Mark Wayne Mohr. All I had was gone;
all things, all people on my side, all of it; gone forever, and
nobody cares in the least little bit what this great teen goddess
has done to me. They won't even consider the remotest possibility
that I could be indeed telling all of you the total truth all
these nine years in my mother fuckiGN blogs.
This
is how they did all of this to me, nothing else can possibly all
fit. I cannot beat them, I cannot beat this. The ESS if you
remember folks, wanted me to go to where, a while back in a
parallel universe that you'd all see as a wild and vivid dream,
but the COMCAST CABLE, up a windy hilly grassy dirt road. Don't
forget little details about me and my life story, please, you will
miss the real action that is all leading up to what historians and
many more, call, Armageddon. This is no joke, and I assure you
Captain Jim Gary Wildeyes Pals Kirk, THIS IS NO DAM ASS
DRILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So tell me, is
THIS the equation, great Android Rock and Nurse Chapel
Rotten-Berry of the Bluecran Transdimensional HELL?
OH
GREAT FLORIDA ATTORNEY GENRAL, AND LOVELY
Beautiful
blond. My blood will be on all the hands of those who stood idly
by, and allow me to get illegally destroyed, by ESS
monster-criminals. Cosmos seems to be unable to ever shut up. Ever
notice this?
If
anyone can truly believe that I could make this all up, and swear to
it, and beg authorities for help, and it is all a lie, and I want to
be committed to a sike ward or be locked up in prison, then you don't
know me one little mother fucking bit, kind folks!!!
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Please
don't lock me up in the lighthouse, oh mighty Sarah-Stacey Krassle,
my beautiful white hot endless
love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
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