HALLS WALLS, CHAPTER 37
OH
MOTHER FUCKING SHEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!
QUIT
MOTHER FUCKING HACKING ME, YOU CUNT LAPPING MOTHER FUCKING DIRT BAGS.
THIS DAY IS ANOTHER MOTHER FUCKING SUPER
BOTBAR. WHEN NOBODY GIVES A MOTHER FUCKING RATS ASS SHIT ABOUT
YOU, AND YOUR FAMILY IS DEAD, AND OR IS DEAD TO YOU; HOLIDAYS MEAN
ONLY BAD SHIT. THEY NEVER ARE ANY FUCKING GOOD; AND SO I DON'T EVEN
REMEMBER THAT MANY OF THESE DAYS ARE A HOLIDAY. SO HERE THE FUCK I
DAM FUCKING CUNT EATING GO AGAIN, JUST LIKE THAT CUNT SUCKING FUCKING
DAY ON JANUARY 15, IN 1978, AT THE BANK OF NEW JERSEY, IN BLACKWOOD,
NEW JERSEY; WHEN I TRUDGED THROUGH A LOT OF SNOW, TO WALK TO A BANK,
TO DO SOMETHING URGENT, AND FOUND IT TO BE CLOSED FOR KING DAY. EVER
SINCE, THIS HAPPENS TO ME MORE CUNT SNIFFING MOTHER FUCKIGN TIMES
THAN I WANT TO DICK LICKING DAM ASS REMEMBER, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!
I
am out of ice cream and really needed to buy some Publix fucking cunt
ice cream. So I drive to the mall and wonder why so few people are
here on a cunt sniffing mother fucking Sunday when usually Sunday is
when it is crowded to fuyckign shit eating hell. I thought the
Goodwill Store went out of business and was really mad to see it
closed. Then I drove a ways down the mall lot to the Publix, and no
one was parked there, and still I weas too mother fuckign strupid and
cunt eating psychotic to realize this was EASTER SUNDAY for cying out
cunt lapping mother fucking loud. So I parked next to a lady who was
getting out of her car in an area nearby where a small store was
open, holiday or not. I asked her if the dam Publix wenbt out of
beusiness. Thank the turd chewing gods she didn't laugh at me in the
mood I was in or I might be in mother fucking county cunt sucking
jail right now. She was nice and told me, “It's Easter Sunday”.
Then I felt about two feet mother fucking ass tall, YO, and thanked
her and told her, “I don't have a family”, AND I DON'T. THEY
CAN ALL GO TO MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' HELL FOR WHAT THEY ALL DID TO ME,
and for that matter, so can this entire cunt lapping cosmos,
BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
This
is one royal pain in my pussy huffing asshole, kind people out here,
YO. Sorry for the dam ass swearing and cussing, but the world is
fucking lucky I am not armed, I'll tell you that, not with what I've
been put Christless god dam ass through for six mother fucking
asshole decades, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
really wanted some mother fuckiGN ice cream. It takes all I can
muster to get dressed and drive over to the mall, the way I feel. Now
I am going to have to do this all over again tomorrow, god fucking
cunt lapping dam it to fucking hot ass
hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My
life is one big fat ass fucking hell.
I
am going to tell you lots of huge mother fucking secrets since I am a
dead man anyway, YO. First, the mother fuckers fucked with my car
stereo again. They keep fucking reversing the cunt cunt chewing
polarity problem on my auto-reverse cassette player. The fucking
tapes fuck up in either forward or reverse direction. I never know
when these Milituforce mother fucking bastards are going to change
the polarity of their persecution property damage beam, or whatever
the mother fucking hell you wanna' call the cunt chewing dam ass
thing, BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! So not only did I not get to buy my
mother fuckiGN ice cream, but I was persecuted when I went to play a
tape in the car. My own car, legally owned, legally operated, legally
totally fuckiGN paid for, and fully insured.
HALLS
WALLS
CHAPTER
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PHOTO
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TELEVISION.
HOLY
TOLEDO TECHNO PIX, AND FOR THE LOVE OF JUPITER, AND JUPITER INLET!
There
is absolutely nothing funny about my mother fucking life, OR MY GOD
DAM MURDER, MIZZ ATTORNEY GENERAL PAM BONDI, MA'AM,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HEADS WILL ROLL AFTER I AM DEAD, SHERIFF K.M.
I
WAS HOPING TO SEE A BEAUTIFUL FULL MOON last night. But when I got to
the elevator area on my floor in my P.H. Building, the clouds were
dark and ominous and making my lovely moon appear to be bouncing all
around on them as if they were using her as a Dodge-ball Game.
Victims
like me have no resource, nowhere to go to get one bit of help,
justice, or vindication. Not when
something as huge as this stuff, is truly behind the power of my
plight and story from hell. To hell with me. Not one rotten
soul cares about how these pricks from hell wiped out an entire
innocent person's friggin' life.
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BLOGGER
ASKS ME, ''You forgot your mom's birthday! What can you make out of
super glue and olive pits''?
My
response was: 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. Sorry to sound so dam
negative, beautiful Twinbay of H.H. Township, NJUSAESMWG, YO!!!
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REAL
MOTHER FUCKING FUNNY, JUST LIKE DONNA HATED IT WHEN I CREATED AND
RECREATED REALITY, AND I SUPPOSE MANY DO. WHAT'S THAT QUOTE YOU GIVE
TO THE PRESS A LOT, CUZZ DONNIE?????? MY BEST TO S. WINN.
IWON'T
ASK YOU MUCH LONGER MIZZ MARGIE LEO FROM 1985. PLEASE CUT ME A
FUCKING BREAK, BIG LOVELY GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 33
Now
since I am doomed to die a horrible death at the hands of this
oppressive evil empire (United States of America), for reasons to be
quite frank, totally elude me yet a four year old suffering through
my hell would know that it is totally real and true; but since I am
doomed anyway folks, I will start telling you things that even my
blogs never planned to reveal, at least as openly as I will get as we
move this along.
Let
me speak of my weakness that they knew they could cash in on whenever
they needed to trump my king on the chessboard of life and laugh out
at me, check maitee. My glandular disorder that I have now come to
believe was somehow given to me by a powerful force that knew I would
die from AIDS, when even I did not know I had this brand new disease.
I still don't know when it came on me while at Mars, but it seemed to
happen when I did something one morning while waiting for the print
shop to open, that needs not be gotten into, as it is quite nasty. If
you really are cleverly still alive with your mom and on some
tropical island under another name, DAVE ROTH; they did a much better
job on your fake course than they did with my mother in 2000 at that
viewing. But if you are alive and reading this, explaining why your
Style Court cousin is a literal Twinbay to you, so maybe he should be
called Twindave, but yes, it explains why he had no interest in
following up with me regarding your murder and that of your mom, by
mister Jonathan Schau of Philly's Drake Towers. In any event, the
fucking crumb stole all of your life insurance money which led to
your mom getting a heart attack just days or so after you hit the
fucking grave, unless it was all a big fake balloon hoax child scale
of nine years earlier. Anyway, I know what you did that night at the
Crystal Lake Diner when I didn't like that lousy buttered bagel, so
don't hand me any shit about my wackiness. Still, things all
happened, and there's no turning the mother fucking clock back. I got
sick fast and was almost dead in a few months, but I survived. But I
wouldn't have survived past 1983 or so if an incredible astral world
teenager had not intervened somehow. She and her wild powers from the
heavens, managed to create the IMM Corporation along with many other
things that I can get into later on. I think I would have been better
off dying the way I was meant to, but SHE RULES THE COSMOS. LSS, a
while ago, most who read this blog, remember the Marvin Gaye crap we
heard buzzing all over the TV-news and SM. It was all about his song
being ripped off by this new current times artist, don;t begin to ask
me his name or the group's name, as you know, I don't know one of
these fucking assholes from another, and could care fuckiGN cunt
less. BUTTT and I do mean BIG FUCKING ASS BUTTTTTT; folks, this is
the exact time, when I popped off on my blogs about my connections
with stuff like this and gave you the details; tiny as my pathetic
little fuckign following may be; but THAT is when the law was
suddenly changed, regarding NO MORE COMPUTERIZED PHARMACY ORDERING
ALLOWED ON THE MEDICINE I TOOK FOR 31 YEARS, AND ONLY PAPER SCRIPS
ALLOWED. They knew Doctor Omar the dirt hole did not do paper scrips,
it was either allowed on the system, or it was not. The psych place
said it is not against the law for a doctor to prescribe my
medication, if it is under the psych-dosage of 2-Milligram max. This
is a 14/week Mg dosage. For 31+years, I had been on 28 Mg. Before I
die, I will take to the World court at the Hague, all of this, plus a
powerful tape that proves Cuzz Trump knew these FAWCES all along, as
it was not me who was doing this traveling, despite what some people
mistakenly believe. They all know I am sitting on proof that time
travel has indeed been cracked, and is being
used!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To them, I am way beyond a fucking pariah.
What I am to these fawces of Mister Hall, make even a PARIAH to the
millionth power look tame, as no way to describe my shit, does
justice to it. The most powerful part of all is that I never knew any
of this until well after I came to Florida and left the nightmare New
Jersey life behind, or so I mistakenly mother fucking thought that I
had, and was quite wrong! But my point for
right now, is that I can prove this law passed to choke me to death
covertly, was a direct result of my daring to openly tell you all
that shit, after the Marvin Gaye plagiarism incident made the news.
The timing was precise. In any event, this only scratches a
small surface, but it does tell you what I am dealing with. If
these industry trash can have a law passed, proving the lobbyist
billionaire Washington Conspiracy beyond any shadow of fucking doubt;
with this example being a perfect reflection of that reality; then my
thinking there is any hope or any chance, remaining in this
oppressive and totally sick deranged evil empire, with any quality of
life or now it seems, any life at all; and I can just totally forget
about it, BRO!!!!!!!! Mouse jumping
started up after I said this, FCC McDowell, but then, we both know
you're hands are tied, and you cannot help me. I once thought Mizz
Bondi could, and later came to learn that she wants me dead too,
Sheriff Mascara. Oh she'll deny it, Kenny my boy, I don't expect
anyone to ever go to bat for me in all of this. But just hope and I
am dead ass fuckiGN serious, just hope to the gods, that after I am
gone, that my shit doesn't ever fall off on any of you. If they can
do this to me, Mister Ollie Stone JFK Greatmovies from 1992, they
sure can do it to you and yours!!!!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW!
HALLS
WALLS, CHAPTER 32
The entire months
of March and April have been one huge fucking super 'BOTBAR'
for me, (Bottom Of
The Barrel
Already Rated)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I knew the Mayo Clinic wouldn't work out, and I was right. There was
a time when the word ''CLINIC'' meant FREE, but not any more. They
told me that was a laugh, I guess on me. They said I did not have the
type of insurance that pays either, they do not take any Health
Maintenance Organization
type of insurances, and my Welcare is an HMO.
Of course, that sent the day right straight to a fucking super
BOTBAR.
I know that I
have to pack up and run away to some place in the world that will
give me the only medicine that will stop me from literally mother
fucking slowly exfixiating to death. I
know the fucking word is misspelled, and I respelled it the way it
sounds, and neither way, will asshole Spellchecker
Microsoft, correctly spell the word. You all know it means choking to
death. I am asphyxiating, in here. WOW
and WOW; they decided to spell it for me
after-all!!!!!!!!!!!!! JEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
TWINBAY.
THERE
IS ALWAYS KILLER FUCKING FRIDAY FOR ME TO ENDURE. THEY HAVE A GREAT
STATISTIC ON THAT DAY, IN RECENT YEAERS; MY BRAHHHHH!!!!
A
dam child can see when I took that pill, from their chart above; as
it spiked up early in the trading session, BRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THERE
IS ALWAYS KILLER FUCKING FRIDAY FOR ME TO ENDURE. THEY HAVE A GREAT
STATISTIC ON THAT DAY, IN RECENT YEAERS; MY BRAHHHHH!!!!
A
dam child can see when I took that pill, from their chart above; as
it spiked up early in the trading session, BRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THERE
IS ALWAYS KILLER FUCKING FRIDAY FOR ME TO ENDURE. THEY HAVE A GREAT
STATISTIC ON THAT DAY, IN RECENT YEAERS; MY BRAHHHHH!!!!
A
dam child can see when I took that pill, from their chart above; as
it spiked up early in the trading session, BRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THERE
IS ALWAYS KILLER FUCKING FRIDAY FOR ME TO ENDURE. THEY HAVE A GREAT
STATISTIC ON THAT DAY, IN RECENT YEAERS; MY BRAHHHHH!!!!
A
dam child can see when I took that pill, from their chart above; as
it spiked up early in the trading session, BRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No
great mighty sir, Late 'Uncle' Heinz Gottwald, of BABYLON,
NEW YORK, BABYLON, NEW YORK, BABYLON, NEW YORK, BABYLON, NEW YORK,
BABYLON, NEW YORK, BABYLON, NEW YORK, BABYLON, NEW YORK, BABYLON,
NEW YORK; take your cameras, your scratched phonograph records, your
lack of permitted ice cream treats, and all of your wonderful warped
CD's, and stick them so far into where the sun never shines, that
there are no words to express my desire for you to go and do this.
Well to
keep old AE happy, DAD and Stacey Hamblin;
he would be what I thought of, back before the time when I fully
understood the 'great
equation',
when I was in my late teen years; Uncle Heinz that is; my
constant relative, unfortunately.
At least those days are over, that is until I am back on that train
again, reliving for the two hundredth time give or take a few times,
this nightmare looped life. Oh I know quite well how some have
questions for me who have managed to go to the LOC and read my 1994
book, “TPB”, inb Washington 13-600-DC. Folks, I do not claim to
know stuff, only to be able to shuffle lots of pieces all together
and pl;ay with them to try and get a picture puzzle solved; The
Ultimate
Super Sleuth,
could be the name of this puzzle. All the top people in the great
United States Copyright Office know a few powerful truths from this
so-called work of fiction, the main one being, it is no fiction.
Merely an exaggerated work based on absolutely true shit in the life
of one MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR!!!!!!!!
WEEEEEE.
APRIL
3, 2015,
MIDDLE
FRIDAY AFTERNOON AT 2:28,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 82 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY---------H-82/L-58)
HUMIDITY
IS 56%, FEELING 84 DEGREES.
WIND
IS ESE AT 11, GUSTING TO 15.
OH
MOTHER FUCKING SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!!!!!!!!!
What
can you do when they're gonna' kill you?
The
day at the diner of King Neb-New-Shoe
I
told you Dave old pal, so there's nothin' new
You
and me are drowning in the witch's stew
Oh
baby, my sweet sweet baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
©
Rewrite for music done in 1986 and 2010.
I
have a major new fucking respect for electronic-metaphysics. Anyone
who plays around with making reality via electronics, is a fool. Take
this from me. The one who said in 1983, “Don't
EF around with magnetics”. After I
am dead and gone, the entire global economy will begin to collapse.
It won't all happen overnight. Only a meteor strike is an overnight
deal. But when they cannot use me any more, that will be the end for
them. After I am dead and gone, the entire global economy will begin
to collapse. It won't all happen overnight. Only a meteor strike is
an overnight deal. But when they cannot use me any more, that will be
the end for them. After I am dead and gone, the entire global economy
will begin to collapse. It won't all happen overnight. Only a meteor
strike is an overnight deal. But when they cannot use me any more,
that will be the end for them. After I am dead and gone, the entire
global economy will begin to collapse. It won't all happen overnight.
Only a meteor strike is an overnight deal. But when they cannot use
me any more, that will be the end for them.
Bob
McDowell of the Federal Communications Commission; chup2-buddy
from seventy-2???? Tell whore
SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE Jane, SHE MISSED ME, and I didn't fucking miss
her, YO!
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I
knew they would not allow me to live to the 100,000
crossover; and no puns meant there!
With
my medical condition from June 4, 1983 through April 3, 2015, I don't
dare be punning and joking around. These fucking bastards are worse
than you were that night in middle May, outside Brads place when you
lunged out from those bushes and nearly bit my dam throat out. And
these fucking jerk-offs on television think they have some shit with
their cool shows. I was there and faced a real vampire, or whatever
the fuckiGN hell she was, back in 1969!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Could you have prevented that attack on me as well, Rodney?
Well
before the Samanski Sisters and I roll out the barrel of fun, with
the also late Lawrence Welk, of Pikerville; to quote Mister David
Charles Roth again, “while water keeps right on seeking its own
level, and jerk offs and assholes abound, and are dangerously
out-breeding us”, allow me to remind all of you that my murder will
most likely go unpunished. But up in the future I get back at all of
you and have never told you this. May the gods help me for spilling
these beans. More than twenty-eight centuries from now, in a place
that really quite frankly ain't anyone's bizz; HACK-HACK-HACK SCUM
BAG DIRT HOLE born of a dirt hole; with another (WD-HACK) Bob-FCC,
YO; I convinced the society around me which was quite small, exactly
1800 people. Who knows, maybe one person for every number in the
original Robin Hill Apartment I resided in while in this current
existence; then adding in SSJKK and myself is two more so
1+1+1800=1802 as in Robin Hill. I don't know that for a fact, but it
is one hell of a wild coincidence, huh Knick Heaterhotels. Well,
first we went back only we did not go back. You scratch your heads, I
know. We went sideways. We just created a parallel world where it
became around the year 11,200 BCE by our present calendars of 2015
AD. When I convinced SSJKK not to stop this little experiment, it all
went this exact way. This incredible teenager won't ever tell me why
she does things the way that she does. But she recently showed me
that this medical condition that I have is a pivotal tart of the rest
of humanity's future. First came 1954, then 1965, then 1969, then
1980, then 1983, and then now here in 2015. Hay you don't want this
too easy. What fun would it be if Mark Bruner and Mark mohr and dick
Wolf and the Macy-Karge bunch spilled all of the beans? YUK THAT!
My
new roulette system, even while I am slowly dying; is beyond
wonderful and I only wish I had it years ago when I lived practically
down the road from good old mother fucking Atlantic City. But this
same system is light years ahead of even the mighty GAWNUM, and all
of the DIE words proving that my awesome daughter, at even the age of
ten; indeed was doing all of this. But there is so much more to this
shit. This new system has assigned a subdivided area of my entire 9.3
year blog, or maybe said better, it has broken it up into pieces of
time that is was written. With a fast translation formula, I can get
to that right up on the net within a minute or two. Here is what
popped up when I asked why I am dying of this 1983 condition. Even
the mighty FCC MC DOWELL will have to concede here, that this goes
even beyond being just vely-vely-intelesting, YO!
DECEMBER
12, 2013,
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 10:20
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 70 DEGREES FNHT.
THANK
YOU SEABOTTOM. I ALWAYS DID BELIEVE IN YOU. WE NEED TO TALK SOMEHOW,
about W----U radio, and those tapes from the nineteen-nineties.
Yesterday,
I was under too much horrible fucking siege from the MILITUFORCE, to
tell how it had been exactly 4 years to the day, that I awoke at a
I-95 rest stop, where I had slept since arriving by car in
Jacksonville, Florida the night before close to midnight, and found
this cozy rest stop to relax my fucked up weary bones for a few
hours. I thought I arrived in paradise for a few hours, and was
struck extremely hard with a powerful punch from Mister Reality, as
the hours passed along after being awakened by a very nice highway
trooper who asked me if I was all right, as they really do not want
folks to sleep at rest stops other than for maybe four hour maximum
cat naps. It is all one huge con game with those with money, all
aiding each other, perhaps not even realizing what they are doing
consciously, and seeing it from their vantage point of not allowing
bums to stink up their society and its 'beauty'. They really want you
to check into some 200 a night hotel near highway exits. Fine, we all
would like to do this as well, hot meals, hot baths, comfy beds, the
works. But again, there goes hard puncher Mister fucking Reality, to
greet us all. Ouch! As I continue along with PRIVATE LIFE JOURNAL,
AAAB, I awoke without incident an almost an hour ago. I need to put a
few things on this record, RIGHT NOW, lovely LOO-10-ant, Anita
Corecedin. I did not ask to get born. I did not ask to be in this
mother fucking family. I did not ask to share the burden of this
family's cock sucking horrendous curse. No one ever asks me anything.
I just get pushed around and shoved hard, right into one dogshit pile
after another. This
sounds like I'm Fruitcake City and I know this, I also know it is
true. For some reason, these same things that are said in holy bibles
and ancient writings are totally acceptable, that is until somebody
claims these miracles are surrounding them personally, for their
entire life, right Dorothea Dario? Yes, she sure knows about having
numerous operations licenses herself, she and hubby crook. They were
two violent and evil peeps as young teens and adolescents, and went
right on being total trash cubed. Yes, as I said so perfectly in the
mid late autumn of 1995,
''I do think it wise, that this book be made a part of the life
journal of Mark Wayne Clark Mohr. This is the beginning of the book
known as Morianity Bible. Morianity bible is as the name implies, a
bible; a bible to sustain, to edify; perhaps save the very life of
the author of this bible, at some critical time when without it, the
author may commit suicide. A lot of things are difficult to find a
point of origination. It's very difficult for me to tell myself or
anyone else, where this pain, and these negatives in my life began.
I've noticed it seems to be a trap, a negative within a negative, and
I'm convinced that part of the thing that's working against me, the
force, the thing, whatever is working against me, derives its power
from a continual perpetuation of confusion. Keeping someone confused
has won many a boxing bout. Confuse a business partner, confuse an
opponent in a law case, and no genius is required to know the
outcome, that the person doing the confusing has a great chance of
winning''.
THIS IS FROM the original Morianity Bible old Testament that was
dictated at the highview Apartments, in Williamstown, New Jersey,
onto C-90-cassette tapes. Only my first tape survived my trip to
Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
are more things under Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are drempt
about in your whittle philosophy, so sayeth the GAP William
Shakespeare!!! Yeah screw you death angel, I know I'm dying, so take
me already you asshole!!!!!!! Whatcha-waitin-4? The PASSOVER or the
CROSSOVER? Now THAT Sir Rockdroid Lurch
Blucranrodden, IS A BIG ASS PUN,
so WEEEEEEE!
THIS
PARTICULAR WRITING TERMINATES NOW.
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