EVERYTHING
IS SO DAM HILARIOUS! EVERYTHING IS SO DAM
HILARIOUS! EVERYTHING IS SO DAM
HILARIOUS! EVERYTHING IS SO DAM
HILARIOUS! EVERYTHING IS SO DAM
HILARIOUS! EVERYTHING IS SO DAM
HILARIOUS! EVERYTHING IS SO DAM
HILARIOUS! EVERYTHING IS SO DAM
HILARIOUS! EVERYTHING IS SO DAM
HILARIOUS! EVERYTHING IS SO DAM HILARIOUS!
This
entire mother fucking decade has been horrible; and maybe one of the
worst ever for fucking me!!! If I was my distant cousin back in May
of 1995, up on L.I.N.Y.; I would say that this decade for me, was
like his weekend was for him; where he said on that
videotape from Good Will, that I bought as a blank, and thought was;
“THE WORST
EVER”!!!
There
is honestly no excuse possible by anyone's rational mind, why ''god''
as you call ''him'' has allowed all of this in my mother fucking life
that in all truth and honesty, amounts to a totally fried collection
of days that make up more than 724 months of time now. Those who
believe in some wonderful white bearded grandfather up in the sky,
might just ask the ISS and not the ESS, why he has yet to be sighted,
even if they want to ignore my Morianity.
LIGHTNING
LOCATION: YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU DIANA ARTEEMIS, MY
BABY-BLOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Why
have you totally forsaken me, my beautiful wonderful electron? I know
where some Queens Ann's Lace flowers are growing all over the place,
not far from here in a private area I can drive to in minutes. I can
bring it home in a bag and be dead in a matter of minutes, relatively
painlessly.
When
it is all over later on, I will miss this nightmare world like a dull
dentist drill slowly drilling out every tooth in my mouth down to the
root.
Lots
of dam doors are going all morning long, and now we're in early
afternoon, here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USA,
WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll miss noise the most. Yeah,
like being tied up in an upside down position and naked, and having a
crowd of angry jeering jerk offs, coming up to take turns whipping
me, and pissing all over me. That's how much I'll miss noise. I wish
the Fort Pierce Police Department, would lock up that illegal auto
driver with the eight million watt rapper thumper noise they call
music, in or out of 1987!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As
you all know who follow these blogs, yesterday in the early evening;
I had a heart to heart talk with someone who I have spoken with
several times over the telephone, who works in the psych department
at my health insurance place, and who got me my original appointment
in Vero Beach, at the Behavior Health Clinic. This is not important,
other than for proving the conspiracy to commit murder in the first
degree on me, is totally real and not me with lots of fucking
psychotic features.
HALLS
WALLS
CHAPTER
42
My blogs
MARK
WAYNE MOHR, MOUNTAINPEN, (BOM)
APRIL
8, 2015,
EARLY
WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON AT 1:22,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 73 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-82/L-66)
HUMIDITY
IS 60%, FEELING LIKE 85 DEGREES.
FORECASTED
AFTERNOON HIGH, IS 88 DEGREES.
WIND
IS ESE AT 10 WITH SMALL GUSTS TO 12.
IT
IS MOSTLY CLEAR AND SUNNY WITH SCATTERED CLOUDINESS CONSISTING OF
WHITE PUFFS ONLY.
When
I first went to the Trinity-Trinidad Hotel on Tennessee Avenue in
Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG, in the middle late
nineteen-sixties, lads and lassies, I could sense and feel all of
this stuff that is effecting my entire life to this very day up here
all the way in 2015. This proves how the actual HALLS-FAWCES behind
it all, on a non human level; are really what is behind the so-called
great and powerful OZ-CURTAINS. If another explanation is there,
ain't it funny that unlike the great QUICK-QUICK HAWAII INFO EDIT
system AKA the Wikipedia web-site; never ever wishes to leave any
updated comments to show me in a clear concise and non offensive
manner, the errors of my ways. I am not closed minded, to decent
folks who may wish to offer that type of help. Notes on windshields
or mailboxes or slipped underneath doors, that is too covert for me
to like. Hell, I don't even drink Pepsi or Coke, Paula WAYV, and
yeah, I fucked up on the supplemental blog posted up earlier today
and said WAYW, my error, YO. I own it BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, please
watch your back around your so called friends, old pal Regis, YO! I
should know!!!!
No
Jay Peanut; this is not a tweet, but it won't be a long blog either.
YES
LOVELY DONNA, ''IT'S GONNA' BE ALL RIGHT, IN THE MORNING LIGHT''.
WHAT FLAWED THEORY, MAMA-1988?????????????
I
have no love whatsoever for these rotten mother fucking
CALLIO/MCGUIRE dirt-holes. They think they can do whatever they want
to send a message to anyone whom they perceive to be their enemy. I
am top five on their miserable list. I never thought you were one of
them when I took you into my confidence, Ann Bitch King. Your
wonderful father would be ashamed of you, lady. You know I can cure
your condition, sweetie. I would rather die than to ever help you, or
anyone in this miserable rotten family.
A
fire alarm woke me out of the deep silence of early morning, today,
around ten minutes shy of eight or so. I managed to get back to sleep
shortly after the firetruck came and the kind fire-persons
deactivated that shrill piercing alarm. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, fun!!!!
Hang in there yourselves, you dirt bag scum from EW and
WAYV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If there is a judgment as the
Bible speaks of, I just know I wouldn't want to be you when it goes
frikkin' down. If not, then we all sleep forever, all shit is just
maya-illusion, and I win either way, as I'll be endlessly asleep and
it will be all over, and it won't matter, so you have a zero upside
evil folks, while I have a 100% chance to cash in one way or the
other on this. Mister McNulty, do you have anything you wish to offer
right about here, YO????
No
sir, no ma'am, I have no love whatsoever for these rotten mother
fucking CALLIO/MCGUIRE/KING dirt-holes. Not even a grain of sand from
the puppy love box, YO!
Numbers
are the key and the code to everything, but only when people learn to
put them in front of a mirror. Things everywhere are programmed to
show up in reverse. Only a double reverse switches things back into a
true reflection. Do I really need to laser trace back Sigmund
Malyeska and Sidney Cohen Crown, to prove my point. Well, to quote
the man on the beach, or Alice down the hole also I would suppose,
“I'm late, I'm late. Yeah, sure; one of us is late anyway.
I
walked up and down that dark street, the small little alley way
looking street to the north of the great tyrannical and debilitating
10-SC Avenue of Atlantic City, back in those sixties times, and I
just knew. I felt it so deep down I could have swallowed the ocean
and it all would have passed through me like a hyper well.
YES
LOVELY DONNA, ''IT'S GONNA' BE ALL RIGHT, IN THE MORNING LIGHT''. YES
LOVELY DONNA, ''IT'S GONNA' BE ALL RIGHT, IN THE MORNING LIGHT''.YES
LOVELY DONNA, ''IT'S GONNA' BE ALL RIGHT, IN THE MORNING LIGHT''.YES
LOVELY DONNA, ''IT'S GONNA' BE ALL RIGHT, IN THE MORNING LIGHT''.YES
LOVELY DONNA, ''IT'S GONNA' BE ALL RIGHT, IN THE MORNING LIGHT''.YES
LOVELY DONNA, ''IT'S GONNA' BE ALL RIGHT, IN THE MORNING LIGHT''.YES
LOVELY DONNA, ''IT'S GONNA' BE ALL RIGHT, IN THE MORNING LIGHT''.
HA
HA HA HA HA HA AND AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, MISTER MCNULTY FROM 1971.
Real god dam funny, YO!
You
mother fucking missed me Jane Sleazeweedsdisease, you water witch
bitch you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Let's
laugh this whole thing off, right all northern mother fucking
cousins???????????? KM Lilly white A; all of
you's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
STATS
AT NOON ON 4-8-2015.
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