GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER
2
My
name is Mark Wayne Mohr, and my handle is Mountainpen. It is a
quarter before eleven, on this Wednesday evening, on 16 December,
2015. This is an official dying utterance and
dying declaration, and I authorize my daughter to sue the
county of Port Saint Lucie, Florida, the Attorney General of Florida,
and the police on state and local levels; when I am found dead and
murdered in here, or outside nearby to here, at 601 Avenue B,
Apartment #607, Fort Pierce, Florida 34950. My sea charts left to me
by my father, born September 10, 1919, in Toledo, Ohio, United
States; goes to my daughter. This of course is not my daughter at age
four, but this funny face on the internet is a close resemblance to
her, at that age of approximately four years. This
is an internet copy of my last will and testament. At 10:36, I
was assaulted AGAIN, with another MAJOR
UTILITY ATTACK,
the moment I turned on this computer, just to look at the weather; as
I was not planning on doing an additional blog today, but suddenly,
and even with my battery back up protection totally operational, as
with the last time the enemy that I have, and label, as the
Milituforce; did this to me, also, this somehow knocks off the
electricity to only this one electrical outlet source, where my
computer and my fan are hooked into. It goes off for only a quarter
of a second, and then it comes back on, but the computer somehow is
totally killed, and turned off. When I rebooted
up, my open-office document had a notice warning pop up screen saying
my settings are locked, and using this may cause damage. I
know this is a major MILITUFORCE HACK,
and I plan to write a letter to Microsoft Corporation, and mail it
off, before the end of business this week. Wall Street is doing all
of this to me, and has been, for thirty years now.
I
am putting on notice; the press, and the television stations local to
my area, in Palm Beach, Florida; that I am officially holding my
county, and my sheriff, responsible for my death, and my murder; and
my ENDLESS TORTURE, as this is real, it is happening to me, and I
am being tormented in my own paid for legal apartment, day and night,
by forces totally beyond my control, and like it or not, it is
the sheriff's responsibility to help me, and contact me, and render
assistance to me, before it is too late, Mister
Merker!
I
am signing this internet official documentation, and last will and
testament now, at fifty-three minutes past ten of the clock, in the
post meridian, on this Wednesday night, 16 December, 2015. I sign
this now, MARK WAYNE MOHR, date
of birth is Saturday, December fourth at 9:30 ante' meridian, in the
year of 1954. I legally swear an oath that
my words are true!
Hopefully,
Merry, all your questions have been successfully answered in all
universes. I did my best, and as usual, my best always totally sucks.
Living
in this horrible evil demonic nation for sixty-one years has been a
nightmare hell. I tell anyone now from other nations, YOU DO NOT WANT
TO COME INTO THIS HORRIBLE FUCKING ROTTEN PLACE, IF YOU KNOW WHAT IS
GOOD FOR YOU!!!!!
Please
go back to your own universe, and let this one blow up, thank you! If
you cva hear me Almighty Goddess SSJKK, I take back my request that I
presented to you on th eother side of the Eden-Fence. Let them all
die!
END
TRANSMISSION.
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