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It is 85 hot degrees
with muggy rotten humidity of 77%, and feeling like 95 degrees
Fahrenheit, here in Fort Misery Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG. It is 11
September of 2018, also known as Mayor Brown's birthday up in New
York City, huh Senator Late Fred Thompson the great? The damn time is
5:42 on a rotten hellish late afternoon.
I have five
complaints so far today, Sheriff Ken Mascara, kind sir. It began with
horrible 'nightmares' that were ongoing, when a knock at my door
awakened me out of them. Wow and mouse turds, and this is just the
beginning, and it ain't ******* over yet, not
by a long-shot; to
quote the great Mister Perry White, on the original fifties
'Superman' show. The lady at the door wanted to speak to
Aretha. Well, there is no Aretha in here. This is not the first time
women knock and ask for other people. This is ridiculous, to quote a
younger me back in 1967 in Northeast, Maryland, at the wonderful Camp
Chesapeake, as I would ofter say to my camp counselor, Mister Mack
Kaiter! The nightmare was horrendous. I was back at my Westmont, New
Jersey apartment all grown up and my mom was in that weird stage
where she lost her mind. We were supposed to go up to Long Island to
visit the Gottwalds, my mom's Cousin and my 'Aunt' or really whatever
relation she was to me, Misses Ruth Huntington Gottwald. My mom was
acting totally nuts and I had to call up her cuzz to let her know
that we could not make it because of her illness. I was in the
bathroom with my mom and she was acting nutty as all get out. I said
to her, “You are not aware of it but you are very mentally ill”.
She then walked out into the living room and turned on a huge power
drill and began running it. Things got worse and worse and I won't
impart all of the particulars on this blog. As stated, the door knock
literally saved me from this ever progressing nightmare. As I type
this, a music attack outside my window is striking me Sheriff sir, at
5:51 P.M. Hacking on my mouse and computer are off the mother *******
scale, and Sheriff, I am going to drive over to your office tomorrow
and we are about to have a nice long talk about all of this illegal
persecution I am getting. On top of this harassment sir, yesterday
the enemy WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES hacked into my COMCAST account, and
****** up my telephone Voice-Mail System, so that I no longer get the
varying tone signal telling me there are messages to check. As of
now, it still is not resolved, and the Comcast Reps are working on it
and hope to have it fixed by tomorrow. This is not the first time
that this was done to me, kind Sheriff, and Fort Pierce Police
Department, sirs and mams.
Then Sheriff sir, I
go to take my bath and the pricks next door to me are in there
banging on walls and hammering away at something. What a nightmare.
My late Uncle Stuart Huntington Mason said it so perfectly decades
ago in the very early nineteen-seventies, YO. “Everything is a pain
in the ***”! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
Some dirt bag piece
of human sub scum, Sheriff sir, has put a brand new roach colony into
my apartment. I keep this goddamn place 'spic and span', and this
should not keep happening when I literally spray a can of *******
Raid in here every two days! Now my SPACE-BAR-HACK is being activated
my kind SHERIFF MASCARA, SIR!!!!!!!!!!
I have a message
here for my old goddamn camp counselor, Mister Kaiter. 'THIS
IS REDICULOUS'!
Well,
since this super assault on me is not going to mother ******* let up,
we will now have to use ELECTRONIC-METAPHYSICS as a tool of major
retaliation against these **** huffing mother ******* total turd
eating filth bags, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh yeah, that
assault the other day was major as well as the one on me today, YO!
Remember what I told you on that blog just the other day, kind
Sheriff, sir? When
I shut down my compuker back before that horrible damn Monday that I
just freaking suffered through kind sir, it somehow got turned back
on. This is one wild hack or 'whatever' that never happened to me
before with all of the many things that enemies have done to me for
countless decades.
The
sad part of all of this Sheriff sir, is that when the
WOMO-MILI-2-FAWCES go on rolls this mother ******* severe, they take
down other innocents along with me. They know that “Law &
Order” is my very fave television show, so when they strike me as
hard as they have been lately, they triple bang the mother *******
explosion with other **** all around me. The two networks that used
to air this show, BOTH HAVE CANCELLED IT, ION AND TNT. A lot of fans
are going to hate their guts, not just ******* me!
''AND
THAT'S JUST REALITY SON”.
The
great Avalon Beach Club. Oh well, at least they're not the Avalon
Recording Studio. I never know what I do to people to cause them to
end up treating me so mother ******* badly. Only Jesus the Christ has
the answers to these Einsteinian equations, my
BRAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Theresa
Pennock, begged me not to mail that
horrible 'CURSE-LETTER'
to this lady who I called Annabelle.
''AND
THAT'S JUST REALITY SON”.
''AND
THAT'S JUST REALITY SON”.
''AND
THAT'S JUST REALITY SON”.
''AND
THAT'S JUST REALITY SON”.
''AND
THAT'S JUST REALITY SON”.
''AND
THAT'S JUST REALITY SON”.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Global Audience In Shade Ratio Popularity: |
SO
WHY AM I POPULAR IN THESE GREAT COUNTRIES. I THINK WE ALL KNOW THAT
MY WORDS ARE TRUE. PEOPLE ARE JUST A BUNCH OF GUTTLESS RAT BASTARDS
WHO ARE TOO SCARED TO TAKE ON POWER STRUCTURES, TO EVER HELP POOR
PITIFUL NON-RONSTADT ME, HUH LOVELY LINDA???
About Me
MARK
WAYNE MOHR, (MOUNTAINPEN)
- theansweristheqyuestion
- Not boring, without hesitation nor concern for fibbing, I can honestly say with a knowing that out of 8 billion that live or have lived here, none have shared my wild ride through hyperspace, with awareness.
It
is mother ******* 6:21 in the Post Meridian. The dirt bag death angel
is passing by my right side as I type this blog, folks!
Well,
I guess they ******** want total war, with all sorts of crashes,
natural disasters, and worse. What can I say here, Attorney General
Bondi, and Sheriff Mascara?
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print). You will be totally absolutely
crushing, obliterating, annihilating, and devastating, wrecking,
ruining, and utterly wiping out, all of my enemies on a
crush-destruct order, under GENERAL-ORDER-189, max.-power.
Open-Command, General Order #7. Use G-901, G-1133, G-14, G-719, G-13,
CG5555-QP4 sub-code, under G-917, CG-2, under CG-18, and HOLD.
Your
old AT&T landline telephone old style 1983 built tone-commands
have been data-transferred into the two highlighted
long-EEEEE vowel sounds. The high-tone
is colored RED. The
low-tone is colored BLUE.
Computer
(Magnesonic) under my command and precisely matching voice print, I
have an image-object (I-O) now placed on your transpower-block (T-B)
after I have crush-destructed this. Once empowered, all actual beings
matching this I-O on your T-B will be exactly crushed and singed and
destroyed as the original I-O. To accomplish the scan, use your ZD
technology built into your system. To accomplish this sympathetic
reality duplication, use your AD technology, (ZD-Zero-Dimensional),
(AD-Atomic Duplicational).
Computer,
MAGNESONIC, on an 'I' to 'D', A/B—TONE,
PHASING PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, you will now be
transmitted the two empowerization-transmit tones, or ETT'S.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189, under G-1133, CG-18, AND S---T---O---P
Does
anything ever ever ever ever ever change for me, kind Sheriff Mascara
sir? This has been happening to mother mucking me ever since I walked
out of COOLEY HIGH HALL HELL!
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AND END TRANSMISSION!!
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