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2006-2015, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
(BOM) BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
(C) MARK WAYNE MOHR
(BOM) BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN
(C) MARK WAYNE MOHR
THERE
IS NO WAY TOM
REALE IN JULY OF 1970,
WOULD HAVE BEEN THAT UPSET, THAT NIGHT OF THE FIREWORKS; IF HE WAS
NOT ALL PART OF WHAT HAPPENED THE YEAR BEFORE THAT, AND WAS NOT ALSO
A MEMBER OF THE GREAT AND FUCKING POWERFUL (GAP) EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND SOCIETY!
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Hello,
alive and dreaming here, I am Mark Wayne Mohr. But I truly am
ZERANNISS ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown, and then Sahasra Dal
Kanwal; thanks to my awesome great teen-queen, SARAH-STACEY
JEHOVAH KRASSLE (SSJKK_!
Folks,
I hope that you all have one hell of a great and wonderful day.
MY BLOGS: PLEASE ARCHIVE THEM.
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES.
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR BLOGS 2006-2015.
Frankly
Congressman Robert Andrews, drum roll, late seventies song I
wrote, I don't even care. All we can try is to live and to die.
Well, the dying part comes easy for all of us, it is the living
and the trying that gets somewhat dam ass difficult, YO!
QUESTION:
How much am I fucking imagining, sir Arthur Crane from 1991, at
the great wonderful TCE Thompson Consumer Electronics, of
Deptford, New Jersey? Will I be imagining Haddonwood in four
years, old buddy? Am I imagining harassment and persecution
continually, by paid off and or indwelt ESS nabes and coworkers
all around me all of my god dam mother fuckiGN horrendous ass
life, YO????????
Five
minutes after I posted up my last blog, my assholes next door,
began pounding on a fucking drum, and a child was screaming. What
gives here, oh great Congressman Pat Murphy, sir?
I
fucked up, Mizz Attorney General Bondi and Sheriff Mascara, my
bad, to quote the kids, like my dam ass bad, YO, as they say up in
Hah-lem, NYUSAESMWG!!!!!!!
You
don't type in the Wordpress Web-site first, but rather :
This
takes us to me' ol' bwog up there. MY BAD. WOW, is Morty Mortino
the ANGEL OF DEATH striking me ion my right goddess dam side at
two minutes shy of four of the clock this dam disasternoon
(after-noon), YO!
The
nightmares last night were beyond fucking horrendous, taking place
with all of my horrible fucking enemies, and where else, but in
good old god dam Atlantic City, New
Jersey, USA; and where else even bigger still, than
right on the beaches of the Central Pier
of Saint James Place, for crissake,
YO?
Most
of this is totally NON-BLOGGABE. It involves many name-recognized
huge people of celebrated name, AKA 'celebrities'.
BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, I'll say this much about it. It is going to
generate gigantic hyperspace effects or hyper-space-equation, as
Morianity calls and classifies this phenomenon, or for shortened
abbreviation, HSE, YO DUDES AND DUDDESSES!!! AHA-AHA MIKE.
Fucking
screw you Muscles Janeweeds. You're
not going to get me too, you rotten rotten shitty bitch!!!
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WOW,
I
did say, Lois Foca 1980,
the
one and only 1980.
Well I may not be Bob the vampire, TDA, or Roseann either; or even
the retired carpenter from the future, back in 1981; but I knew then,
I was not imagining any of this wild stuff, by pure Yogi Berra
anti-happenstance-logic!!!! WEEEEE!
THE
WEATHER BUG,
In
Partnership With
and
shared by this blogger, who may be contacted through:
Local Weather Cameras
Fort Pierce, FL 34950
END
TRANSMISSION.
PLEASE
HELP ME, MIZZ BONDI, MY WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE ENEMIES can do whatever
they like to me, and steal my hard work, from my music to my blogs,
and you all sit there like my rights being totally and viciously
violated, is meaningless mother fucking dribble. HOW FAIR IS THIS,
MA'AM YO?????????????????????????
(THERE'S
NO NEED FOR ME TO DO THIS FOR NOW.)
I
am going to make an appointment with my local congressman to report
this. Fuck your dam thisTLETHORNS and thisTLEWEEDS. I work
hard to do my blogs, and they come along and steal it all away from
me like my cunt eating fuckiGN name is Lonnie Senile Jackson, from
the L&O television show!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Some
monster fucked up my communication machine that allows me to talk to
lightning, AGAIN. Diana told me in powerful travel experiences that
our kids are using it and clogging the line up, and that she will
make adjustments to it for us, in her great CODE CABIN. As of now,
it is major fucked up. My dirt bag life is totally fuckiGN ugly,
sub-vampiric, and a disaster posing as a life! I am unable to keep
up. Now I have to get my Welcare Health Insurance peeps to tell me
where I can go for my fuckign meds beginning next year, I need to
get to a congressman to report my blog theft at Wordpress, by this
scum bag group from hell posing as my cunt chewing daughter and her
people, and my communications system with Lightning Goddess Diana is
upside down and inside out. As soon as I fix one thing, three more
things go mother fuckign milf slut wrong before I even know what
hits me, and THIS IS NOT GOD DAM 'FUCKIGN' FAIR WHEN I TRY SO CUNT
CHEWING HARD, MISTER PRESIDENT OBAMA, KIND
SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
if my Diana is correct; many of our kids are just using this
machine that she built and installed in her Code-Cabin, in Olympia
proper, on the Plank-Astral-Plane. Diana has
given me a total of more than fourteen and a half quadrillion coils
(children); and many of them
have begun to use our human to astral system,
that is rigged through my two telephones, and some electronic
apparatus that all interconnects into a circuit; and then she takes
what I have, and it somehow allows her to use
Briggbase-Technology, where she can
breathe in lightning coded various short and long duration breaths,
and then I can do the same thing back; just telepathically
thinking, and then the system breaths back from Earth, to her world
there. It is beyond amazing, but recently, she
said our children are attaching their own systems into it,
sort of an astral equivalent to people riding
by in cars trying to pirate and steal people's internet signals.
Anyway, she told me that she eventually will do the equivalent of
internet servers and providers are doing as the net-cloud grows ever
larger, she will up the power to it, to provide us with stronger
channels without the interference that blocks us out from using it,
due to so many of our children now tied in and literally jamming our
personal communications. Hey, I love all my kids, physical ones,
astral ones, hyperspace ones, and the one here. But they ALL can be
super pains in my dam asshole, Mister Mayor nutter, sir!
WEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
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''THE
END''; ALL ADORABLE SAVANTS!
WHAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA,
MIKE MCNULTY!!!
KEEP
READING ALONG, AS:
JUST
BECAUSE YOU RECOGNIZE WORDS,
Never
assume there is not any new reading material.
3-6-9,
Frank Callio, Astral Realms, and Nicola Tesla. WOW, there was an
old OUTER LIMITS syfy show about
a fictional radio station called KXKVI. This entity that would be a
little like my wonderful coil, the Lightning Goddess Diana, was
contacted, and transported by accident to the human realm, and to
Planet Earth. It was a fantastic show, as all the Outer
Limits shows were really super ass fantastic. Anyway, this
entity spoke through a translator machine, in similar ways that the
great powerful U. S. © Office knows all too well about, from my
1988 music projects, where Diana spoke to me. Only repressed
memories, road trips to relative's homes, and tape recorders, were
more involved with the reality of the situation; only I
had not yet un-repressed my memory, and was not destined to
until living with the great almighty King family, 20 years later.
This is a very significant time period may I also add, 20 years, or
one briper. On the Astral-Plane, the BRIGGBASE POWERS make many
deals with humans, for one briper, or 20 years. The great television
show, 'DARK SHADOWS' knows about this somehow as well, as in th
elate 1967 and early into 1970 circa with Paul Stoddard, and the
mighty Briggbase Cult deal made with him, and the name was changed
of course to the Leviathan and not the Briggbase people. Lovely
crossed over Jenny Ghost Whispering Hewitt talks about 'the
breathers' on her great hit show. Well, the Briggbase, are the VERY
HEAVY breathers. Ask any real Dark Shadows fan, as they'll freaking
ass tell you without any qualms or trepidation, let alone one tiny
bit of hesitation!!!!!!!!!!! You know the silliest mother fuckign
part of all of everything? They know I could say shit that would
change the world tomorrow. I would be locked up an dissected, and
gone. So what would I possibly have to fucking gain by doing the
ultimate stupid move, when no one is one bit appreciative of all
that I have told already? The answer is absolutely nothing, so I
will never tell the real shit that would close down the planet in
hours, that is of course, if anyone other than my rotten diseased
family, and sicko power hungry government agent spies, were really
up here!!!! If they were, and they are not, my blog would not remain
in a precise averaged monthly count for three years. It would begin
to either shrink away and be just about gone, or it would expand and
grow, and by now, be at least triple the monthly average of about
two large!
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Ladder
15 came here to deactivate a smoke-fire alarm that went off around
quarter shy of noon, a nice quick five minute response, very easy on
the ears, thank the gods, and thank you Ladder-15. It is a warm and
sunny day in Florida, early into what now is known, as
Meteorological-Winter. Actual seasons begin approximately three
weeks into the months of December for winter, March for spring, June
for summer, and September for autumn. However, another new-normal
has struck along with the male and female equal opportunity naming
storm system, opposite things making stock markets react when those
in charge of the GAME wish to mislead the public and not believe in
my ICPE-APE-TECH difficulties, or nightmare may be a truer word, and
on and on I could go. NEW-NORMAL would be considered to be OLD-WEIRD
by anyone's definition, but who am I to freaking squawk like a
J-Bird Street Rockin' Robin? Now, what is called Meteorological
Winter merely advances those three weeks into those
seasonal-change-months, and brings things to the first day of those
months. No matter how you cut it all kind folks, winter is a word
that develops a totally different meaning and concept, in
South-Central, and South Florida. At least I never drive in, or
shovel, the nice white stuff any more. I only think about it when I
see it on television, or when I think of my my mom's brother's wife,
my Aunt Geraldine 'Snow' Mason. WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MOUSE-JUMPING
HACK IS BEGINNING, FCC, FBI, ACLU, AND YES, I screwed up several
blogs ago and said the word LIBERTY, and not UNION
for the ACLU, and was thinking of my liberties, OR
LACK THERE OF, OF THEM, and must have thought harder than
I typed, and made the typo-error. I am so sahwee, Mister Ambassador
from 1941-Japan, or really, I guess we both are, at level 4 and
level 6! To quote my Uncle Stuart Huntington
Mason, the hubby of Aunt Gerry Snow Mason, “Holy
smokes”!
COMPUTER
HACKING IS ON A MAJOR ROLL, SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, KIND SIR.
NOW MY INTERNET EXPLORER STOPPED WORKING. THIS IS HAPPENING A LOT.
THIS IS ALSO WHY I DESPISE THESE DAM MONTHLY UPDATES BY MICROSUCKS
CORPORATION, AS THE ONE I GOT A FEW DAYS BACK NOW. SHIT WAS BAD
BEFORE, BUT THIS MADE SHIT MUCH STINKIER AND WORSE, YO!!! To quote
my father, and Dawn-Marie King, SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT, and to quote
even further, just the great Mizz DMK, “This is getting on my last
nerve”!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In case you may be at all interested that is,
Fort Pierce local, County, and State of Florida Computer-Crimes
Units. WO THAT, Mister Harner.
'WO-WIZ-ME'
and 'WO-THAT'; huh Barber Shop Billy? Aniwho folks, this is
the eleventh day in December, and it is a warm and high humidity
day. Yesterday while out on my local errand, I was very hot, and I
sweated like a dam pig; quite dam profusely. Glad I was out
yesterday and not today, as it is warmer today than yesterday.
Either way, I am going to have to contact my dam ass HMO
Insurance peeps, the Welcare,
as they won't be accepting Walgreen Pharmacy into their network of
covered PART-D for costs of medications, after 2016 comes roaring in
soon. My mom and many older peeps are now just like I am and have
been for some time. Older mother fucking peeps have an aversion to
life being shaken up with constant change. Even young athlete runner
of days gone by, Mister Steve Prefontaine, had problems that the
later to be NIKE-COACH, said to him
about, according to the movie at least, “You have a resistance to
change”.
This
blog is for the very few, perhaps one or two dozen on Planet Earth,
in my time year 2011, and the odds are about nil that they are
reading this; who can fully appreciate the full gravity of what is
being told herein, and spoken electronically, YO. Off the top of my
head, only names like Hollywood's great 'Emmit-88', Steve Hawking
the great physicist, Anthony Rodger Zenun Gifly, the late Doctor
Carl Sagan, and maybe Pope B-16, whose name and hexnumer identity,
is by no means coincidental, not one bit; as the odds make it too
astronomical, for me to believe the coincidence factor involved, in
combination and connection with His visit to Berryville, in the
autumn of 2008, near the house I was living in, while kidnapped
under Stockholm Syndrome, by distant branches of the most incredible
and powerful family, who exists in the United states; as Sir Robert
McGuire of 10-SC Avenue could easily corroborate so quickly if he
foolishly chose to do so. Photographs and video that can be verified
as non-doctored by federal agents, DON'T LIE. I am quite confident
this occurred. There is just no way the Fibbies could resist, IMHO,
investigating it, but there still is no way that they can fight
this, any more than they thought that they could back when Jack-Ken
was top dog in the early sixties. This blog is also for the very
few, perhaps one or two dozen on Planet Earth, in my time year 2015,
and also 2016, and also any dam year that the calendar may reflect
to you while you gaze at it, and then onto these words. WO! Have I
come any further ahead since July 28, 2011? What do you think, kind
people? Looks more like I began life at my top end, and it has been
doing nothing the entire time, other than slip sliding away. You
know, you old farts out here like me;
you're think you're riding down the dam highway, and all the time
you're just slip-sliding away, like
I-95 in January, up in Maine, on most days.
You
all have a nice day now. I always have nothing
but shit days; but maybe I need to just fucking store
myself high in
transport. And if I do this; I need to
always be sure to get permission from the KING to fornicate, you
know, Fornication Upon
Consent of King.
Peeps, all dam things have their origins, and where there is smoke
in this world, it is a rare cold day in HELL, when there is no fire
some place!!! Kiddies, if you're up here when you shouldn't be, DO
NOT ask your history teachers if they know stuff like this. You may
get detention, and I may get the great Sheriff paying me a visit
here at another public housing drop-by, after the Thankx-2-Givens
Chow-Down!!!!!!!!
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Bum
Classification,
CHAPTER
000000.
I
talked about the BUM CLASSIFICATION. Watch out once I am
dead and gone. I really pity those who are in unregistered contact,
huh Mizz J. Planecrash Ghostseer Hewett????? Patty
and the gang just
illegally
froze up my mother fuckiGN computer,
WOW,
it is 2008 all over again,
and going on 080808 too. A really big fucking WOW, and a big fucking
JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE, if you please!!!!!!!!!!
Now
I must log off, so that I may go to the great powerful Mickey-Dee,
and deliver a very special flower to a dead
man, named Frank Callio, or maybe just
drive up Interstate-95, to NYC, NYUSAESMWG, and try and fine this
elusive non-butterfly-Audition & Repertoire person, as
per my fatal heart attack experience, the day following Christmas,
around 5 AM; where I saw the Almighty
PINK-GODDESS, drive into the Cifaloglio
transfer station; and then began to talk to her, in
my Astral-Body of course. Talk about not needing to use
the great marvelous wonderful FASCITAR. It truly was warmer over on
that other side of the warehouse, lovely SARAH KRASSLE, queen of the
light, and the Microsoft lightHOUSE system, as would be, all
great elusive pink Atlantic Queens, everywhere, huh Bob
McDowell, at Arm Wrestlers Gate, up in Haddonfield, New Jersey, late
in the autumn of 1972, YO????????????
Folks;
how many of you have heard of the stairs of disaster? Right away
you're maybe thinking, “Christ, he's not going to talk about his
daughter as a toddler again in that house, and his dam stupid ass
repressed memories”? No I'm not!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK,
OK, OK, OK, John King, and Paula King????
Folks;
between being thrown off of my life-long medication by agenda
enemies and political puppets of the billionaire's who all hate me
and are jealous of my potential, and scary wacky rotten mechanics
like Texaco Jerry from Berryville, early in 1984; all I can say is
that I have been successfully TRUMPED, murdered, and massacred. But
this is all yesterday;s mother fuckign news, and I am fully aware of
that, kind folks, YO. But then, if we add WAYV, WFMU, Exploratron
Patty-Paula, and Halloween parties from Tricky-Teet-Teet Plank; now
we get to shit that is beyond what even the great MUFON peeps can
help us with. The real power lies with the world owners/controllers,
or for short, the WOMO. But then; that is all, even older news, from
yesteryear's.
Labels:
DYING
DECLARATION,
DYING
UTTERANCES,
MAJOR
BLACK HAT COMPUTER HACKING,
NABES
FROM HELL,
ROTTEN
ROACH NABES,
VIOLATION
OF MY CIVIL RIGHTS NOT TO BE PERSECUTED AND OPPRESSED
They
cannot deny my claims and my life. But even when letters are written
to top people from these fairly important folks in their own right,
they go ignored and unanswered, be it the letter to the Admiral by
Congressman Andrew's assistant's, be it Ron Wirtz Senior at the
Camden County Prosecutor's Office trying to secure some real help
for me, and this list could be typed on for hours on end, I promise
you all. What needs to happen in all cases, is that experts must
come together, study, and eventually agree on things, or else,
forget it; just like if I tried to prove ICPE-APE-TECH in a court of
law, and how Trump has used this against me, to catapult his life
into what it is today, by a magical force that no one could ever
fucking truly deny, yet I would not be legally permitted to
introduce unaccepted by experts, evidence; such as this technology,
and how it indeed is used against me, and probably even now; many
others also, who are blinded by present day blissful willful
ignorance!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So my point here, Professor Kaku, from
someone who appreciates your mind and intellect, and is one of your
biggest fans from cable TV channels such as Science and History, and
others; Public Broadcast, and on and on; is that only
you will recognize my valid point here sir.
Their
needs to be a colluded group of a new discipline here, half
psychiatric and half quantum physicist scientists. If this group,
call them whatever you like, could ever gain expert status, I
KNOW BEYOND ANY DOUBT, that I would be able to have a total cure in
my life and its invisible cosmic problems that surround me, and are
not some mentally ill delusion!
Another
problem however is the establishment, and the protection of the BIG
SHOTS.
I
believe secretly for many reasons private to me, and between us;
that the late disco diva Donna Summer, knew a little bit about these
things, and I refuse to discuss this, unless someone wants to really
help in all of this; but she called this, the
“Mister Big Shot Syndrome”.
You
don't need to know any more for right now, not you Professor, and
not anyone reading these blogs. If I thought you needed to know, I'd
dam tell. But yes, to make my point, in her MBS-SYNDROME idea,
things will be hushed up if people have to KILL YOU, as you and me
little peeps are always expendable, and some secrets must be there
to
protect the BIG SHOTS,
which can translate to two items right off the bat, any large
celebrity, or any super wealthy person, close to or in the
Billionaire bracket!!! Most
of these problems are more often caused by conditions other than
colorectal cancer, such as infection, hemorrhoids, irritable bowel
syndrome, or inflammatory bowel disease. Still, if you have any of
these problems, it's important to see your doctor right away so the
cause can be found and treated, if needed.
Last Medical Review: 10/15/2014
Last Revised: 08/13/2015
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AT
1:00 P.M. AGAIN,
EXPLORATRON-PATTY-PAULA
and her gang, just
illegally
froze up my mother fucking computer,
WOW,
it
is 2008 all over again,
and going on 080808
too. I
COULD USE HELP, SHERIFF MASCARA SIR, AS THIS IS A MAJOR FUCKING
VIOLATION OF MY DAM CIVIL LIBERTIES, KIND SIR, AND YOU KNOW THIS IS
TRUE DEEP DOWN INSIDE, BECAUSE I KNOW THAT YOU ARE A GOOD PERSON;
MY BROTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOOOOOOOF,
MEOW-MEOW, and MERRY MERRY Christmas; great
BLOGAUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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That
night, watching those Star Trek shows, while living at 112 Harvard
Avenue, Somerdale, New Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy, in
1996, in the autumn on the 30th Anniversary of their TELEVISION SHOW
PRODUCTION LAUNCH; memories flooded in that I could not handle,
leading to the wild dreams the following year of the Publishing
Clearinghouse's PCN-231 PRIZE-PATROL truck with that co-ed named K.
J. McAllister, who won that January of 1997; and then the wild song
that led to the 2012 production and 2013 Copyright of ''Wanna' Spend
My Time'', the fence at Eden's great garden, and a lot more. This is
when I was looking nearby the television set, little as it may have
been mizz Britney Lavino, and Mister Stanley Crooked Bernstein; and
as that great voted-number-1 episode of STAR TREK was airing,
suddenly a voice kept saying while I was staring off of the TV set
and onto my venetian blinds, “Sarah Kessle, Sarah Kessle”. All
of these things are on my earlier parts of this now freaking ass ten
year blog project that we all know as 'MORIANITY',
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Later on, we can get to how the venetian blinds,
the episode on the show called, ''THE TROUBLE WITH TRIBBLES'', and a
bit more, all brought me parsecs ahead of where I would have been
''spiritually'', if these events were not all LAWTRONICALLY
PROGRAMMED to happen, and so, they did, Mister Pharaoh of all
babbling's, on and on and on; AKA Babylon, for shorter
and abridged sayings, and codings, of all wild strange rhyming
rhythms, in all parallel universes everywhere in the multiversal
hyperspace, AKA the fifth dimension, Mizz Marilyn McCoo, YO!!!!
Also
folks, there is a whole lot more to this story of my weekend, and
the movie,
“THE
RING”,
as
far as just what I have told you all so far, regarding
re-remembering that my mail box at my Atco home, in 1983, was not
damaged in the way that I forced myself to think.
But this is just in three dimensions. What if we Rubik Cube this
thing into five dimensions of the multiverse, and use all phases of
reality? Now, we no longer need word puzzle games to kill the spare
time in our lives, or even a bunch of Colombo type detective and
sleuth movies from the great Hollywood. Life itself IS A HUGE GAME,
far bigger than any of you out here have a tiny clue about, Mister
Poolroy-95, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!
When
I am gone, the Milituforce is going to be mother fucking desperate
for replacement-me's. They probably have already been experimenting
on some of you without your awareness to it,
so that it will begin with you, as
soon as I kick the Christ off.
You
can laugh at me now, and think you will all escape this shit. And
folks, you are wet in the head, and a lot of you will be targeted or
someone who you know and love will be targeted.
Maybe
I'll be found here!
OH
STEVE; EXPLORATRON PATTY-PAULA IS GOING TO BUST YOUR ARM INTO
DOG-SHIT, YO!!!
So
I guess I was next; huh lovely Keisha-99???
Now
do not get me wrong. Keisha was a gorgeous girl who resembled a
young teen version of Jennifer Hudson. She had the physical
strength of three oxes, a bull, and two androids, and I am not
referring to telephones or technology. As the Disney crew who
later went onto tease me and my busted arm early in the next
century and shortly after my fracture-pop, and her lovely name
was Loca, not LOIS-FOCA, but still interesting, but anyway, and
I just wanted it out there, that if I had it to do again, I would
found a way to take her to Washington, DC, where the legal age
for all girls is thirteen, an dis one of the best dam kept
secrets in th enation. I only learned this through the great ROY!
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I
love the number 5, and I despise the number 1.
Not on a singular level that is, but
when strings of them all come together.
This is all because I
used to keep charts on my life, with the number 1 being the worst
rating on various life parameters, and the number 5 being the best
rating.
After
August 15, 1986,
you'd have had to mother fuckiGN been there folks, to see it; as my
telling it is empty and devoid of the bottomless feeling in your
guts, to suddenly visualizing
your entire life for unknown reasons,
turn more upside down and inside out, than
all the dam Diana Ross records put together at full volume, and
giving their instinctive
love,
all at the same time; along with chains reacting to it, as well as
baby carriages, all rolling magically on their own steam, and
chasing you; along with a warehouse of vacuum cleaners, in the empty
darkness of hell. Then that horrible god dam fucking witch, Mizz
Fonda came along in the spring time of 1993 at that Georgia baseball
park, and she and her hubby Mister Ted Turner, thought it was
amusing to have the large digital clock suddenly zoomed into at
exactly eleven-eleven, right into my TV set and me, back in
Gibbsboro, fucking New Jersey. Screw them, huh Mister Raymundo and
your pal who visited me at Griffin Pipe Company. There is nothing
amusing about torturing a soul who is already living in hell fire
cubers, JANE, you miserable rotten fuckiGN whore, and I don't care
how strong those big muscles of yours are, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION, YO!
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