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40 OF TWENTY-EIGHTEEN
10/04/2018-just
shy of ten A.M.
Sheriff Mascara,
sir, if I hadn't taken my anti-anxiety medication a few hours ago
around a bit shy of seven this morning, I'd be driving over to your
office RIGHT NOW, TODAY. But I know that when I do bedtime dose, it
is not 100% safe for me to drive, so I DO NOT.
Here is what these
diseased toilet germ licking twat scum swallowers just did to me
about an ago back around half past goddamn eight.
I was suddenly
instantly STRUCK HARD WITH THEIR DEATH RAY BOWEL BLOW OUT ATTACK.
After my run to the mother ******* toilet, kind sir, I had to clean
oy six spots on my carpets outside the bathroom. I didn't mother
******* make it. No one could with whatever the **** eating hell they
hit me with, this goddamn death beam ray of some type of beyond
subsonic perfectly aimed signal. Sheriff, I truly am sorry. This has
been ongoing now since the mother ******* **** huffing middle of turd
chewing 1986. I have to use my ELECTRONIC-METAPHYSICS system to
counterstrike these evil soulless sub-scum monster filth wipe eating
puke fems. I have no choice. I am otherwise powerless to fight this
hell on me for 32 years and 50 days, kind sir. It isn't even ten this
morning yet, Sheriff KJM sir, and yet my WeatherBug shows just under
a 90 degree heat index, and an actual temperature of 82. It is
supposed to be a brutal 90 degree day with a heat index topping a
buck. Here I sit old and frail with mediocre rotten ******* air
conditioning, and ON TOP OF THAT, these monkey puss swallowing hell
whores have to strike down my elderly senior citizen body and defile
my mother ******* apartment with making me **** myself all over the
damn ass room like a **** sucking two year old! These health attacks
on me are relentless and frightening, sir. They never ever stop, and
they don't give a rats fart in holy hell how old I am. They;ll do
this to me until they covertly knock me into the ground
forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well sir, this blog is posting up to the
social media blog world as a LEGAL AND BINDING DYING UTTERANCE AND
DYING DECLARATION. When I am found dead and murdered in this damn
apartment, I WAS MURDERED, and these damn blogs tell my true story of
all those people who I accuse of my goddamn murder, as Goddess
Jehovah Krassle is my witness, and if this is a lie, please burn me
in eternal damn hellfire, oh great Almighty I AM!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
It truly is beyond a
stinking lousy rotten crying shame, that I had to be born with the
unfathomable and horrendous mission, of becoming the CHOSEN
HUNTINGTON. My sixty-first grand-father's Uncle Jesus of Nazareth
would be turning over in his grave watching me suffer so badly for so
incredibly long, except for the fact that he is not in his grave. We
were told there was a resurrection. Still, what a damn flying shame
with or without any and all TV sets, or Britney Speers song ripoffs,
going off inside her head. Don't pick on her? Hey wackos, don't pick
on me, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “The
sand below me is so very brightly contrasted, white and black grains
just like the dots on my TV set”.
HEE-MOST,
magical and suspicious human being, that this world ever
gave human birth to; Alias Julia White and AKA
Patricia Hollister of my distant past from up north, as I have
been a Floridian now for nearly nine years; will be forthcoming as
the BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN continue
along, kind people, pweeeeeeeze bear with me!!!!!!!!!!!
I
have discussed some basic instructions regarding PATRICIA HOLLISTER,
AND HER MAGICAL INFORMATION KNOWN TO A HANDFUL ON THIS PLANET, AS THE
FASCITAR. I discussed my moms great shipping company coworker also,
up to a point. We can add a whole lot more at a later time. For right
now on this goddamn Thursday morning on October the 5th,
of inverted Robin Hill Apartments, the first of three stays, (2018)
(1802); just know that we haven't so much as cut one slice of bread
off of this bakery shop pile a mile high. As I speak, and for about
the tenth time or more in the past five damn hours or so, at five
minutes past ten this moUUUUUUUUUrning, MORTIMER MORTINO, AKA THE
ANGEL OF DEATH by the great wonderful Jewish folks, and yes,, happy
70th birthday great dudes and duddesses; is passing by my
right side. He refuses to ever tap either one of my shoulders. He
seems to only keep scanning my position. Obviously he knew that the
dam HALLS-FAWCES, WOMO, would be striking me with a death attack to
my damn ass body so he needs to stay around to monitor the situation.
Well, here is my situation, and as the lovely Lizzy McGuire Hillary
duff would say so well back about thirteen years or so ago, “Right
back at you”!
©
BOM 2006-2018 MARK WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
Laugh
all you want or cry, Merry, but oh boy!
YUK-YUK-YUK,
WHAT A SUCKER!
YUK-YUK-YUK,
WHAT A SUCKER!
YUK-YUK-YUK,
WHAT A SUCKER!
YUK-YUK-YUK,
WHAT A SUCKER!
YUK-YUK-YUK,
WHAT A SUCKER!
YUK-YUK-YUK,
WHAT A SUCKER!
YES
ULTIMATE FIGHTER DAVID, I AM STILL WASHING
MY HANDS
OF ALL OF YOU, SO TELL THAT TO THE ROMAN EMPEROR, AS WELL AS PAULA
THE GREAT KING! YO, a
full blown 'TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON',
is someone who really and honestly is in full control,
when
they wish to be.
I do not say that is every time that they sleep and dream. It
requires lots of effort to master even basic introductory meditative
concepts, that even approach the simplest forms of dream-control.
MOUNTAINPEN'S
BLOG, YO!
Global Audience By Shade Ratio:
Mortimer
Mortino is now passing by my goddamn left side at 10:18, for about
the thirteenth mother ******* time since midnight. This is goddamn
totally wedikawuss, Mister Mack Soapmouth Kaiter, YO!!!!!!!!! Still,
this
has been going on for 32+ years, and things in my **** chewing life
were definitely NOT
JELLY AND JAM
even before August of 1986.
So WOW and Boy oh ******* boy, Joann-a!!!!!!!!!!!
What
an ***hole I am, BRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Still, without fail, ever since those times where this nightmare all
got a damn foothold on my hellish life; whenever
that dirt bag piece of scum (P-45), needs to have things go his way,
LIKE
MAGIC, POOF, HARASS AND PERSECUTE HIS OLD ARCH RIVAL, MARK
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN MOHR,
and this causes him to win, while sending me endlessly into the ****
huffing doghouse of endless
pathetic hell!
BE
CAREFUL, PAULA KING & ROBERT MCGUIRE, YO. Maybe Regis and I are
watching you when you least damn ass expect it.
WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! Yes
Sheriff sir, my life is beyond total toast.
Every
single time, since my nightmares all started going from frying
pan intensity,
directly into FIRE-INTENSITY,
on August 15, 1986; it was all a result of ICPE-APE-TECH;
something not from this world, Mister David Childress, and Professor
Michio Kaku of NYU.
Y
RUSSIA Y, AND Y JIMMY Y ALSO, FROM 1984?
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One
damn minute, a chopper turns into the great pulsar star, and then ten
damn years later almost and 1350 miles away, some fireworks turn into
this thing. My shrink at the Behavioral Health clinic where I get my
anti-anxiety prescriptions, tells me that this is a normal event that
happens a few times to most people in their life, they think they are
awake but they have fallen asleep. I promise you that I was not
asleep at Cifaloglio when that mind bending chopper on steroids flew
over and almost landed in the property's parking area. Good old
Hydroglacia. She is a very beautiful star. A real star too, not some
man-made celeb! So WOW all of that, great Joann and Joanna. My kid
thinks so much of this is a laugh a minute. Hey, if it makes her
happy, I say that whatever gets her or anyone else for that matter
through the damn long nights, is fine by me! Yes
Almighty Nuclatron (GOD),
we know what the real deal is around here. I merely have the damn
mother ******* testicles to say stuff, BRO! Then
it turned back into the Pulsar Star,
and it rose higher and higher into the early morning sky. And then
states away and a decade ahead in time, the fireworks never came down
on the fifth shoot up over the lake outside of Mike Patterson's
apartment, down in Hollywood, Florida. Then there it was, just there,
the great Pulsar Star, or as I call her, Hydroglacia!!!!!!!!! MY
BLOGS TOLD ALL OF THIS POWERFUL TRUTH LONG
BEFORE IT EVEN GOT THE SMALLEST START
IN SPACE-TIME-MIND, and
the goddamn RUSSIA FOLKS know this to be 100% the truth.
THAT,
SIR ROCKDROID ROTTENBERRY, is why
they have been reading these blogs!!!!!!!!!!!
MAGNESONIC,
OPEN COMMAND ON G-7.
Go
to all general orders and all coded general (special) orders. Use
both technologies built into your programming, Zero-Dimensional, and
Atomic-Duplicational. Scan for whoever struck my body around 8:30
this morning with a total death ray sonic attack. You will be
empowering an I-O and I will crush destruct it and place it on your
T-B. I am setting your desire-key-controls to the 'I' position from
the normal-neutral 'J' position. Magnesonic, on an 'I' to 'D', A/B,
TONE, phasing punishment sequencing system, wipe out and destroy
whoever assaulted me and whoever gave the order to assault me.
You
will hear the old style AT&T phone-tones of high and low, as the
long-EEE vowel sound of my exact voice print. The RED-HIGH
tones are colored in RED.
The BLUE-LOW
tones are colored in BLUE.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
GO
TO G-189, G-13, G-14, under CG-18, CG-5555, under G-719, AND S-T-O-P!
AHA-AHA-AHA,
MISTER MIKE MCNULTY, YO!
Somebody
very soon is going to be super super efen sorry for these attacks on
innocent poor little MOUNTAINPEN!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION, FWOLKS.
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