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It
began with the phone squealing battery box that AT&T provided
me with, at 9:25 A.M yesterday. Then this evening around eight or
so, my TV began cutting out on the right side again, and I had to
rewire the shit again. I thought it was possibly because I pulled
on a wire a tiny little bit, but I should know by mother fuckiGN
now,never to give the MILITUFOCE-OTAMMITE ENEMIES the benefit of
any doubt. It was them. Because a couple fuckiGN cunt hours after
that, came by one electrical outlet quick black out, that somehow
shuts my computer down even though I have a battery back up system
that is working fine, all connected into it.
Now
here is the mother fuckiGN cunt eating skinny on updates that go
way beyond fucking cunt eating Microsoft Corporation. Every mother
fuckiGN time the UTILITY PERSECUTION BEGINS, IT GOES ON FOR DAYS
AND DAYS WITH ONE ATTACK AFTER THE OTHER!!!!!!!!!!
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER
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Global Audience in shade ratio:
How
does this mother fucking dirt bag enemy pull off this electrical and
utility persecution with seemingly magical UFO-technology? Well,
literally; the answer was the question, and the question was the
answer. Only what some of you believe in, in so far as fucking UFO
and aliens and Ufology related things, is the tip end ice cube off of
the icy sub-planet Pluto. In fact, all of what the world thinks it
fuckiGN knows on this topic, is so filled with cow shit, the entire
Pacific Ocean would be filled up to the brim with that rotten stinky
manure, if it was all placed there instead of the salt water. Until
you want to believe me and understand even the smallest part of my
mother fuckiGN Morianity, you'll all go on right straight to your
graves, in pure unadulterated ignorance. This entire everything, all
has to do with what Morianity has labeled the ESS. Advanced people,
NOT ALIENS, are behind all of this, and they can create all these dam
illusions for a billion years for all I care. I do know that there is
technology in parallel universes that are way ahead of 2016, and just
as they can come here, I can go there, and I have seen, and I have
witnessed. Elmagnepulsaton
Technology is not a quick 1-2-3 lesson, that I can teach.
I can tell you that with
enough power, and the technology; an entire army can suddenly drop
dead, because their hearts will stop beating. I am given small
amounts of this ET, and it can really flip flop the heart around.
Some times, I believe they do kill me, and you all know that I have a
habit of NOT REMAINING DEAD,
after being killed. I know they created that entire Highlander show
because of me and my personal life, and I know that the GAP US ©
Office knows this totally as well!!! If five large power plants were
tied together, and with this one simple technology, just as they hit
my one electrical outlet tonight, as well as my heart, with this ET;
every single human being who needs a beating heart to go living,
would drop dead. I have been the victim of this ET shit for thirty
years, and the Copyright Office
knows about the China Star,
and how ''my heart was going'',
even then; quote, end of mother fucking quote, back in cunt eating
1988. I almost got mother fuckiGN
crashed right now after saying this on this blog, at Jane
fucking whore Fonda 1:13, on this Thursday dick licking god dam
fucking morning, on 17 December, of 2015.
Even
leg charlie horses, all physical things in a human body; are part of
a neurological structure system that is all inter-combined with
electrical processes, both in the brain and body, by way of the human
fuckiGN nervous system. Literally all sickness, and all physical
maladies, from god dam fucking 'A' to 'Z', are caused by these sick
mother fucking game playing type-3-exploratrons, of the demonic and
satanic EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY.
Making people all around me, fuck with me, rip me off, hurt me, rob
and steal from me, assault me, cause pain in my body, for my entire
mother fuckiGN lifetime, all of this; is done by the dirt bag shit
eating fucking ESS, also known as the MILITUFORCE
BRIGGBASE CULT OF THE ASTRAL PLANE, when they dream down into
human life entities of the hyperspace, along with the rest of us who
also do; only we have a disadvantage, because they
are the ESS, and WE ARE
NOT!!! To quote David Roth in early 1988, at the American
Honda Security Gate-House, on Gaither Drive, in Mount Laurel, New
Jersey, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way Galaxy; “These
enemies have power, and we don't”! He shouted this very
loudly in there, that early winter day that year, and the US
Copyright Office has a copy of the dam fucking cunt ass
cassette tape, to this very
mother fuckiGN pussy chewing day!!!!!!!!
This
is the worst HELLIDAY-HOLIDAY FUCKING ATTACK ON ME IN THE
ENTIRE DECADE OF ALL THE HOLIDAYS IN IT, BEGINNING WITH NEW YEARS
OF THE YEAR 2010, A COUPLE OF WEEKS AFTER I HAD COME DOWN HERE TO
CUNT CHEWING FUCKING FLORIDA, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ever
since this nightmare death hell began on August 15, 1986; HOLIDAY
TIMES are twice as fuckiGN cunt horrible for me, as the rest
of the days and times of the year, and
this has been observed as an unmistakable truth around me,
for thirty straight years now; BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT,
every once in a while, I get a real super mother fuckign LOOLOO, such
as this CHRISTMAS-2015 fucking shit, and that nightfuckingmare
THANKSGIVING-1989.
At
1:37 AM, I was cunt chewing fuckiGN crashed again, and I lost what I
just said. Now I will have to tell it all over fucking cunt again,
FBI and ACLU! I told that back at Jenny Plageman's mother fuckiGN
trailer park, in Mullica Township, New Jersey; around the time when
my blogs were just getting started; how one particular electrical
receptacle (electric wall outlet), was hit by the mother fucking
Milituforce, and power was totally wiped out, and this all happened
during a PHILADELPHIA FLYERS HOCKEY
GAME; in order for these
evil pricks to score a win, which of course they did; and then
the following day, the Milituforce got their evil empire way, with
a soaring Dow Jones stock fucking cunt eating market! You
mother fuckers at Microsucks need to get this shit stopped. I have a
right to use this fuckiGN cunt eating computer. You have no mother
fuckiGN right to be hacking me to
death!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
©
BOM 2006-2015 MARK WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
She
used to say, and I quote; “If you don't like cats and dogs and
kids, there's got to be something wrong with you somewhere”. I am
speaking of the world's great and now sadly late, disco diva, Mizz
Donna Gaines Summer!
Folks,
you may always use the following link to take you to a location where
you will be able to read my blogs (the BOM) in color, and that have
all of the other things as well, such as photos, links, charts, and
all sorts of cool freaking horse crap!!!!!!!!!
http://www.theansweristheqyuestioncontinues.blogspot.com/
Lillian
Erby said in late September of 1965, to Bobby Wirtz, at the
Princeton, New Jersey crazy bird factory (the NJNPI), “Now who's
got who”? Sooner or later, Magnesonic will strike back, and when it
does, just find Mizz Erby, and ask her to quote you what she said to
Bobby, within earshot of both myself, lots of attendants, and also;
Wilson Jessup, Peter Hurley, Mark Minor, Gyle Washington, Andy
Catania, Keith Murphy, Cheryl Deloach, Gretchen Weir, Alan Wolf, and
several other youngsters whose names I cannot recall after half a dam
century; but yes, just get Lillian Erby to recite her little spiel
that she gave to Bobby Wirtz, after she had him in a frightening
death chock hold. Christ, my first Lake-House experience, perhaps? I
was standing right there when that big fourteen year old boy was
practically dead, in the hands of giant lovely twelve year old
Lillian. Maybe my Magnesonic is out of juice right now, but sooner or
later, an eleven on the fuckiGN Richter Scale will sink California,
and then you'll be sorry for fuckiGN with me this bad, you cunt
lapping trash ass bastards from HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Within the past ten minutes, I have had both a right side and now I
am getting a left side DEATH ANGEL ATTACK. It's now 2:03 this
morning.
Oh
yes, the great United States Copyright Office, when they put the
order of my musical projects together on their web-page; that number
14 and 15, are the numbers corresponding to that love sonnet
that I indeed wrote in that year, for my PINK
GODDESS,
ALMIGHTY JEHOVAH, and just as seemingly
was fucking predicted in Star Trek's great 1966 episode, called
“Where no Man Has Gone Before”, when the character Gary Mitchell
was telling the Walking Freezer Unit doctor who he later fell for,
about the Canopious planet and the writer of the love sonnet, in the
year 1996. The already existing REAL WORLD word Canopus is the closes
word to this fictional planet's name. Vely intelesting, huff FCC Bob
McDowell, and old 1972 Cooley-Wormhole Hall pal. Shit, YO!
IWALU
PINK GODDESS, NO MATTER WHAT YOU AND YOUR ROTTEN FRIENDS DO TO ME,
FOR ALL ETERNITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Give
my best to Gary Mitchell, and Doctor Walking-Freezer-Unit
Lovelyblond!!!!!!!!!!!
If
this was a real world; some fuckiGN attorney, or somebody, would
contact me; verify all my mother fucking shit, and then split the
lawsuits that I legally deserve to pursue, on a 50/50
contingency!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is how I know that I died and
went to fucking HELL, a very long fucking cunt ass time ago; you
rotten mother fucking stinky ugly world!!!
The
two rotten slobs that were involved along with Lenny McKinnon, in my
musical affairs, first in the year 1980, and then 17 years later in
the year 1997, were Malcolm Rosenberg
and Stanley
Bernstein.
You have to admit that the odds are kind of high, that the two
big last mass shootings had names of their areas that both were
practically the names of these two men. I believe in symbolic things
that most would dismiss as silly wastes of time, because I understand
the power of tiny things, such as the world of the sub-atomic. When
reality is broken down far enough, THESE THINGS MATTER! But for those
who never cared about any real higher learning, you just go on
wondering about how nutty the fuckign Mountainpen is. I say in my own
defense, that if I am so inconsequential and merely a super fuckign
nut job, then why is some organized force for half of a century,
working triple fucking overtime to wipe out my entire life,
24-7-356.2422????????????
END
TRANSMISSION.
SUPPLEMENTAL
BLOG ENTRY OF 12-16-2015
Monday
before the opening bell on Wall Crooked Satanic Evil Empire Street, I
WAS HIT I was STRUCK WITH A HORRIBLE LEG CHARLIE-HORSE, NOT CHARLIE
HOUSE TYPO ERROR FIVE MINUTES LATER, THE DOW JONES OPENED FOR THE
DAY.
Tuesday,
my nabes began an all day and night assault on me after a major
weekend assault of loud drums, screaming bratty children and lots of
slamming fucking doors. THIS BEGAN ON TUESDAY AGAIN, just around the
time before THE OPENING BELL ON WALL STREET FOR THE DAY.
TODAY,
WEDNESDAY, three hours and five minutes BEFORE WALL STREET'S OPENING
SATANIC DEMONIC FUCKING CHEATING ICPE-APE BELL, again I WAS STRUCK
HARD, with a super nasty mean UTILITY ASSAULT on me an dmy AT&T
telephone battery back up box, that I am going to take off line and
throw in the mother fuckiGN trash, Sheriff Mascara sir, and Governor
Rick Scott, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Three
times this week, after an already HARD-STRUCK weekend attack on me,
which would have given their cheated diseased fuckiGN stock markets a
huge gain via illegal covert black stealthy operations
program----ICPE-APE-TECHNOLOGY, I was then RE-STRUCK EACH MOTHER
'FUCKIGN' CLIT HUFFING MORNING, RIGHT BEFORE OR SHORTLY BEFORE, THE
OPENING MOTHER 'FUCKIGN' BELL ON WALL STREET. AS I TOLD YOU ALL, AND
YOU TOO LOVELY NINETIES 'FUCKIGN' SWEET GIANT GINA; THE MARKETS FLEW
AND FLEW AND FLEW, ALL WEEK, EACH AND EVERY
DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And we wonder why
some smart global fucking citizens call this over capitalized crooked
place, the EVIL EMPIRE!!! I think I may have started it on my blogs
when they began back early into 2006, who can mother fuckign know?
But one thing I do mother fuckign know, and that is I AM A VERY
MOTHER FUCKING ANGRY OLD MAN, and it is only a matter of time, UNTIL
I MOTHER FUCKING ACT OUT, IN WAYS THAT GO WAY BEYOND THIS
BLOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Between these evil billionaire scum
sucking fucking dirt bag capitalist swine-pigs and their
in-the-pocket ''Political Washills'', as Morianity now so names and
categorizes them, not that I am saying for one dam minute Admiral
Spock Whales, that all of them are no good, and crooked; as this
is not the truth, and many are OK, and are honest descent
servants of the fucking people, YO!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
UP-UP-UP-UP,
I TOLD YOU GINA!!!!
TOLD
YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU, TOLD YOU!!!!
BY
CHRISTMAS 2015, IT WILL BE 18,000. BY THE SUMMER TIME IN 2016, IT
WILL BE 23,000; AND BY THE END OF 2016, IT WILL BE 30,000 POINTS; MY
KIND LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. I TOLD YOU, YO!!!
I
KNEW WHEN THEY WERE POURING IT ON TODAY, THAT I WAS GETTING HAMMERED
BY A BULL ON MOTHER FUCKING WALL STREET, JUST LIKE OVER THE FUCKING
CUNT WEEKEND, GOOD FOLKS. I HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS MISERABLE
ICPE-APE-PARALLEL-EVENT NIGHTMARE FUCKING CRAP SINCE AUGUST 15,
1986, SO I THINK I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT AFTER ALL THIS MOTHER
FUCKING TIME AND HELLISH PERSECUTION!!!!
NO
MATTER WHAT ELSE IS REAL OR UNREAL, WITHOUT ONE REALITY, NONE OF THIS
SHIT COULD BE GOING ON ALL OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING TIME, PEOPLE, YO!
NOT WITHOUT A GUGE SUPER COVERED UP TRUTH THAT IS A MILLION MOTHER
FUCKING TIMES BIGGER THAN ALL OF THIS UFO BULLSHIT SUBTRUTH FROM THIS
ONE MAJOR ALL TIME REALITY OF HYPERSPACE, AND THIS HAS TO DOWITH ONE
THING ONLY, KIND PEOPLE OF PLANET EARTH:
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
EXPLORATRONS
Signed
in at 5:08 Post Meridian, 12/16/2015.
END
TRANSMISSION.
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 can hear me Almighty Goddess SSJKK; I take back my request that I
presented to you, on the other side of the Eden-Fence. Let them all
die!
END
TRANSMISSION.
GUESS
THE NAME OF THE GUESTS
CHAPTER
1
Most
readers will probably remember the way that the opening
paragraph paste-in went, on the previous book of Milituforce blog
audience folks, along with those two persons
responsible directly, for this blog being created in the first place,
as well as continuing past its opening year of 2006, to now.
Was
the Dave Roth just Dave Roth from here in this universe,
or
did his advanced doppelganger dream-control him, and bring him to
me at the great powerful Caldor Department Store security job in
early November of 1985?
Julia
White
has
told me many times that this is true,
only you don't know a dam thing yet, great audience. Dave and I
had parted ways a while, after a fight we'd had, while I was still
renting the home in Gibbsboro owned by Patricia Meeker, the mother
of a New Jersey State Police Officer. It was a long parting,
almost two years if my memory is accurate at all. Maybe only 18
months, but it was not quite a ways after I h ad moved into the
Highview Apartments of Williamstown, New Jersey from that rented
home that Misses Meeker was going to sell and I could not buy it
at the time, so my mom and I left and moved into the Highview
place, and this was our second stay at this place. I had started
my book, The Permission Barrier, while still at the Meeker home,
and completed it at the Highview Apartments, in 1994. I sent it
down to the Copyright Office on Halloween Day of 1994, as some of
you already know all about this entire mess. In my book, a
character from my DREAMS, JULIA WHITE, was put into the book.
Anyone of the great and powerful examiners in Washington, DC,
knows it all by now, Mister Billy Islander Joel. But Dave was
still not back in my life until early in 1995. Shortly after we
were friends again, he had a wild DREAM, and guess wh came into
his dreams extremely vividly, but this giant lovely dark haired
beauty goddess, going by the name Jewel? I know that she spells
her name Jewelly, and her name in the book TPB that I wrote, was
altered to Julie White, but really it is Mariena Carlittia Jewelly
White Krassle. Her City-Name in the HOLY CITY or capitol city of
Sahasra Dal Kanwal, is JEWELLY-Natalazatahh, and various
astral-plank translations to waking English Language world
suffix-names that follow any name of JEWELLY, exist. Actually
Julia White told me, millions of years ago, that there are more
than four hundred suffix names
to the city-name of JEWELLY. This name is registered in the great
Palace
Hall on Kanwal Avenue,
and what is known in waking world physical plane human bibles, as
names written in the lambs book of life, is indeed one and the
same with this CITY-NAME registry in the great awesome
KANWAL-PALACE. Now in this book, I will bring some of these topics
along quite a bit further, so you can all be the judge of the
Copper-Kessle fudge so to speak, or maybe better and plainer said,
so you can be my judge, but more adequately and honestly, for me
and my favor, for a dam change; kind people.
In
this book, before and if it closes out ever; my current audience of
just whoever you all are and have been, will be added to a new one.
This will happen as soon as I can afford to pay the necessary people
to assist me with a managed and hosted website, that I will call
Morianity-Foundation-2, or if the old
one is still available for me to take it back over, then I will, so
there won't be a number two at the end. I will pay by allowing the
host to place ads just as they did on my other non-public site as
shown above in red colored font, and most likely, still pay a nominal
fee on top of that, probably if hosted, more than the just under
$4.00 per month that it cost me before, but even if tripled, along
with all the ads they wish to place on it, I can afford up to this
amount, and by the gods, I will have this site, with all my links to
those public ones such as BLOGGER and WORDPRESS, as long as they
allow my blogs, which I do not think will be all that much longer, in
this rapidly altering new age, where people like me, not loved by
these owners of our American society because we don't just accept
without griping and belly-aching, all the shit that they feel is just
fine to do to us day and night, you know; remove our dam ass
freedoms, steal our fucking music by changing one note, paying off
officials everywhere from the Senate and the House, to the dam
Copyright Office, and on and On you all know that I can keep spouting
off lists. As I said, THIS is exactly why, I feel that my fucking
public blogging days are very numbered now, as both ISIS grows, and
folks like me are perceived as enemies of the land; and our rights
rapidly fuckign removed without trials or anything. Funny too, my dad
predicted as if he already knew and saw all of this go down; and way
mother fuckign back in early 1974, nearly forty-two fuckign years
ago. He as many of you know, was a BATTLESHIP-ELDRIDGE EXPERIMENT
SURVIVOER, and the legends tell us that this ship went out of normal
space and out of normal time, so please don't accept this blog's word
for any of this, before you form your own conclusions and opinions
regarding it all. First, GOOGLE IT ALL UP
for yourselves, under PHILADELPHIA
EXPERIMENT, and other similar such items, as you search
out the topic for yourselves. One thing those who have power over us
know, at least until eventual fucking martial law will come and
destroy America for all of us, and that is , even my nasty sounding
threats against my enemies, never ever will be carried out in ILLEGAL
WAYS. They may however wish that those other ways were what I chose,
after I do exact my revenge soon, as my way leaves zero traces in any
legal judicial court system for any possible prosecution, as
electronic metaphysics is legal, and even when freedom of speech is
removed sooner or later, I can make adjustments so that none of my
words could possibly imply any form of threats that could lead to my
punishment. Now with full on martial law, they can just come and take
you and kill you and torture you, but long before then, I promise you
all one mother fuckiGN thing. One way or the other, I'LL BE OFF THIS
GOD DAM FUCKING PLANET!
My
mother fuckiGN dirt bag enemies think that I need thousands of
dollars for expensive electronic equipment. As that great wonderful
hair shampoo commercial would say, or that gorgeous babe in it, back
in 1980, “W-R-O-N-G”!!!!!
Cheapo junk works just as well, as hyperspace and messing with it,
isn't one bit prejudiced against lousy sound quality and other
low-budget related absurdities. Sorry to burst your safe-bubble, you
bastard fuckign rotten super wealthies out there. And I do promise
you, as I have all along, “Before you get to me, I'll get to you”!
GUESSING
THE NAMES OR THE (IDENTITIES) OF THE VISITING TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON
(GUESTS) may sound a bit 'weedikalass',
Mister Elmer Fwudd, BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT,
I promise you this, WOMO, MO, and all others
concerned. So many things would sound absolutely mother
fuckiGN absurd, impossible, and totally ridiculous, just 100, 200,
300 years ago, and believe me people; those amounts of time are an
eyelash fucking blink, to the great mountains, and the stars of the
sky, and yes; if you were to just go back into time, one or two or
three lousy little centuries; and begin speaking to those folks
around you, about all of the incredible things that exist in our
time, and in our society; from jet airplanes, to moon landings, to
global communications and satellites, and internet and social media,
and electricity, and electric lights, and machines, and recording
live sounds and images and retrieving them at will; and
I could go on for an hour and won't, but
if you did that; they would fuckiGN
hang you as a dam witch, and no
one would believe a dam fuckiGN word that you said!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
I
WILL BE OVER AT YOUR MIDWAY ROAD OFFICE LATER ON TODAY OR FRIDAY,
SHERIFF MASCARA SIR.
I
WILL BE OVER AT YOUR MIDWAY ROAD OFFICE LATER ON TODAY OR FRIDAY,
SHERIFF MASCARA SIR.
I
WILL BE OVER AT YOUR MIDWAY ROAD OFFICE LATER ON TODAY OR FRIDAY,
SHERIFF MASCARA SIR.
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