I AM UNDER A MAJOR MOTHER
FUCKING SUPER CUNT CHEWING KLUTZ-ASSAULT. IT BEGAN EALY ON
WEDNESDAY EVENING, AND IS STILL GOING MOTHER FUCKING ON EARLY INTO
THURSDAY GODDESS DAM MORNING, KNOCKING FUCKING SHIT OVER AND SPILLING
CUNT CHEWING STUFF ALL OVER THE MOTHER FUCKING PLACE, AND I AM
GETTING FUCKING CUNT PISSED OFF TO SHIT, YOU PUSSY SNIFFING
POLTERGEIST DEMONS!!!!!!!!!!
Some
of the mother fucking shit happening around me is so unbelievable and
inconceivable that even I don't believe it's cock licking really
happening, BUT I GODDESS DAM HAVE TO, folks! If I start denying
reality, and join up with the GWPOS; I may as well wait by the bushes
late at night, a mile down the road where you make a turn to go out
onto south Hutchinson Island, and jump in front of the freight train
that goes by with regularity. Don't fucking cunt think I won't do
this, as it is quick and totally painless. I have jumped in front of
trains and died before. WOW, I bet you don't hear that on too many
mother fucking blogs, ladies and gentlemen.
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Hay
Mike McNulty, I think your grand daughter is laughing at both of us,
you crazy mother fucker!!!
MARCH
26, 2015,
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 12:34,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 72 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
YESTERDAY------(H-77/L-60)
WIND
IS NE AT 4, WITH GUSTING TO 10.
HUMIDITY
IS 87, AND FEELING LIKE 76.
The
fifth dimension has been here forever, lovely Miss Marilyn McCoo,
YO!!!! But how long has technical creation of reality been here,
shorty MacInvondi Jackson Trump. Think on that one, great peeps, YO!
Victoria Callio, license plates, tape recorders, memories, and three
years before the millennium. Boy do things all try to jigsaw up, yet
some basic super-sleuthing focuses and rearranges it all into a
proper and absolutely perfect alignment. Works every dam time!
If
I would just proof read all my fucking shit; these hacking dirtball
scum suckers, wouldn't make my blogs look all stupid, and achieve
their goal of endlessly discrediting me, and these blogs; and my good
name. This above paragraph is a correction from numerous hacked
typos, YO! WHAAAAAAAAA.
Speaking
of both the fifth and sixth dimensions; just why was my dam DNA
effected, forcing me to always be awakened with MONSTER SORE
THROATS. I used to always be chewing on aspirin tablets, and sucking
on throat lozenges, all day long, day after day after day; ever
since the spring time in 1977, while working at MARS. Anyone with my
DNA, after 1986; is being totally wiped out, as far as problems with
throat irritation. Well if the Stein can learn when to shut the fuck
up, I guess I can too; right my non-super-ex-friend, sir SB? Well,
since those days, bad as shit was then, I have come to appreciate two
powerful things. First, that I really am seeing bottom now, and
second, I have a real respect for those 1997 Victoria
Callio non-ooder DMV license plates all over New Enemies Jersey! Dave
Roth and I began observing, that a VC series of DMV license plates,
began popping
up like Potter-Magic; all over the place in Jersey, directly
following early 1997, and my visit on 2-7, to McGuire's Bar, on
Tennessee Avenue; and my meeting with Frank Callio at his police
station, when he was the Sergeant there. Then eventually one hot
miserable summer day, while on a payphone in Atlantic City, asking
for him to come and meet me, and he never showed up because his Aunt
Vicki to him NOT 2, and a week or so later, one night from my house,
and over the phone; she said to me, “Talk to Frank”, and slammed
down the phone receiver. The owner of the automobile in 1989, or the
registered owner in the DMV New Jersey records, of the plate back
then, 'ITALY
7',
was a very good friend of many nephews and nieces of other farther
removed members of Vicki's parents. I never saw Vicki back in 1997,
but twenty-seven years earlier, both Frank the ACBP dude was
life-guarding on the Ventnor beaches near fagot Tom Reale's later
sold to ACMUA Cornwall Avenue home. His girlfriend was Victoria
Callio. She had a chair business on Saint James Place, putting beach
chairs out near
the Schiff Center Pier,
back in those days. She
always used to say to me over and over, “Mark, you've got such
gorgeous hair”.
Many people insist my hair has not changed all that much since 1970.
What
has fucking changed however, both in 27 years as well as 45 years, is
the world. I don't change. I stay exactly the fucking same. Screw all
of you Tim Barber!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 18
All
I want after 8,000+ years of hell in this repeating hell-loop
lifetime, is this, kind folks:
MY
P---R---O---P---S
MY
P---R---O---P---S
MY
P---R---O---P---S
MY
P---R---O---P---S
MY
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This
Huntington family is n ot cursed, I AM the chosen one to be cursed in
this generation, and even the mother fucking 8,000 year loop of
Lindenwold trains, is all just a part of this curse from beyond hell,
YO YO YO YO folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
missed me Jane Whore Sleazeweedsdisease, YO!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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HAVE BEEN DEATHLY FUCKED WITH BY THESE MONSTER
FUCKING DEADLY HALLS
FAWCES!!!!!!!!! NO MATTER WHAT I EVER DO, I am
damned if I DO, and damned if I DON'T. I can turn left, right, stay
still, or try both ways, and nothing ever
allows me to escape the fucking brutal pummeling of the
HUNTINGTON-CURSE!!!
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People,
my life totally fucking
S---U---C---K---S!!!
THE
REASON I KNOW THAT THE BIBLE AND ALL OF CHRISTIANITY IS A FUCKING
HOAX, MORE THAN A THOUSAND MOTHER FUCKING POPES ALL PUT TOGETHER IS
SO SIMPLE A TINY SNOTTY FUCKING CHILD COULD SEE IT IF THEY WERE
SERIOUSLY LOOKING; DEAD OR ALIVE, SHERIFFS AND BOUNTY HUNTERS, OR
HUNTINGTONS!!!!!!!! If the principle of REAP
AND SOW does not work for one single person, who BY THE
WAY HAPPENS TO FUCKING BE MOUNTAINPEN OR ME;
then the entire thing is a fucking HOAX AND
LIE; MISTER FUCKING CHILD SCARE HELIUM BALLOONS of
2009!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
know it is funny in a non-ha-ha way, it really is. Things done around
me, lead me to tell the world that wishes to listen, be it my three
or four dozen peeps reading me, or ''whatever'', to quote the boy who
now is Congressman Andrews; but in all honesty, these horse shit
attacks that came out of nowhere, and go back into this mysterious
fucking land of nowhere, from whence it all came, is really one long
nightmare. Individual attacks come and go out of the blue, every bit
as weird and fucking crazy, as the original
nightmare all began out of cunt sucking fucking ass nowhere on the
morning of AUGUST 15, 1986; when I climbed out of my bed, in
Cherry 'nothing real good about it' Hill, New Jersey,
USAESMWG!!!!!!!! If you can do a job of fiction, a fifth as good as
my real life, Mister J. Patterson, I'll hand you my mother fucking
hat, kind sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And a flower.
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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