Oh
for the fucking love of Jupiter, crissake YO!!!!
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MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
DIANA'S
KING CODE CABIN, HUH MARK MURPHY? NO I DIDN'T KILL THE DUDE. HE JUST
COULDN'T HANDLE MY LIFE ANY LONGER, YO!
Callio's
flowers
HALLS
WALLS
CHAPTER
43
APRIL
9, 2015,
THURSDAY
MORNING AT 10:17,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 77 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 74%, FEELING LIKE 77 DEGREES.
STEADY
SE WINDS ARE AT 9.
Anyone
who is not a truth-denier, can see that I am two things.
Someone who first and foremost, has
been attacked by some kind of a force that is completely
indescribable and unfathomable;
ever since my mom dropped me on my fucking cunt head as a tiny tot up
in Philly. Also, that I tell you all a true story that I never
claimed I had all the answers to. I never ever said that, and you all
know that, so no dam bullshit, OK???????????????? TANKS PEOPLE. Also
I am someone who has tried to survive all of this for three fifths of
a fucking century, and also tried to tell anyone willing to listen
that it is real and happening to me and that if it can happen to me
right now today, then just explain to me folks, WHY IT CANNOT SOMEDAY
ALL COME RIGHT DOWN ON YOU AND YOUR FAMILY AND THOSE WHO YOU HOLD
DEAR TO YOUR MOTHER FUCKING HEARTS. Just go ahead and rationally
present arguments to me against that logic; I CHALLENGE ANYONE OUT
HERE ANYWHERE ANY TIME, EVER EVER EVER. You know that you cannot. And
this is not like saying to me, ''Oh you asshole Mark, the world may
also be hit by a humanity destroying meteor tomorrow at
nine-twenty-two eastern daylight American fucking time. The odds are
about the same, YO''. Well, BULLSHIT; the odds are no where near
about the same; great people. THAT, IPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Once I
am dead and gone, all of you are going to become next gen targets or
(NGT). “Engeetees”
are what all of you right now, reading this blog, have a lot greater
of a chance than you can possibly know. When they don't have fucking
me to play with in their sick little egocentric playpens, YO; just do
the mother fuckiGN math, great folks!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU
ARE ALL GONNA' BE FUCKING NEXT,
or the odds are way fucking good for that, or at least, for someone
you may know and love, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!! While writing
that, a death sound was placed into my apartment illegally, through
my telephone. You can all laugh, but when this all strikes you, you
won't be laughing!
It
truly is such a fucking dam shame, Shirley and Dancers Company; so
point me to the great sisters, YO, Steve and Patty. The present you
lives as the present you, one time, and in time-illusion, along a
line on the fourth dimension, that becomes a raised circle or disc of
a sort; and all of it is in a state of perfect karmic balance, not
only in each individual single song (universe), but throughout the
entire fifth dimensional hyperspatial many multiple songs
(multiverse). But then, Brent Stiles, we all know where you got your
D-6 from, and we all know where the entire great TV show came from,
huh Russell Thaxton of 1969. HI yourself, lovely Misses Marola.
My
recent memory phased-shift was caused by some exploratron of the
type-3 kind, dream control traveling back in a very localized
(similar atomically) parallel universe, to this one; and did
something with my doppelganger (double) that lives over there; and
now, th eme here, wonders which reality is more real and less real,
as this leaves my sixth dimensional signal connectiveness tied into
two signals, (me remembering both the original and the recopied
reality), in other words, Professor Michio Kaku, NYU, USA, kind
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I doubt that anyone else will get this message,
maybe distant cousin Trump, Briggbase Master. This is why he loves
making and doing garbage like Celeb-Apprent. It just makes him feel
at home, back where his true existence is, huh
Macy-Bunch???????????????????
Boy
are they fucking with me' ol' mouse continually, after this had all
stopped, kind sir and old pal, Bob McDowell, FCC. I need some
AHA-AHA-AHA McNulty ''Johnny fucker faster jokes, to keep my sanity
going a while longer, old buddy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why worry
about satellite calendars, when type-3-exploratrons can alter shit
and render them if nothing else, totally obfuscated?????????????? And
obviously, any mother fucking retard knows I meant to type in MARCH,
and not fucking DECEMBER. LIFE FOR ME AND MANY OTHERS NOW, HAS BECOME
QUITE A WILD DAM MIND HACK!!!!
Only now, is the great Professor Kaku the only one who has a glimmer
as to just why this is all happening. Wow talk about a fucking motley
crew here, Regis, Mike, Diane, Bob Levy, and Bob McDowell. Even
Channel 10 Philly levy-CUZZ must be hyper fucking ejaculating with
this one, maybe while listening to my rotten teck-pop song, “YBCO”.
Jesus Christ Almighty Goddess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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