OH
GODDESS, do I hate your mother fucking turd chewing guts; Mizz
Monster-Slapper J. Fonda!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE, surfer Fonty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS A
DYING UTTERANCE AND A DYING DECLARATION, AND A LEGAL INTERNET
DOCUMENT, SWORN AS THE TOTAL ABSOLUTE MOTHER FUCKING TRUTH SO HELP ME
GODDESS JEHOVAH KRASSLE, OWNER/CREATOR OF OUR ENTIRE
MULTIVERSE/METAVERSE SYSTEM ON THIS PHYSICAL PLANE OF MATTER AND
HUMAN LIFE THROUGH NUCLEAR CARBON TIMED PROGRAM. SOMEONE TRIED TO
MURDER ME TODAY WHILE I WAS OUT AT THE LOCAL STORE TRYING TO PURCHASE
A NEW TV SET TO REPLACE THE ONE JUST BUSTED BY THE
MILITUFORCE/HUMANLY PLANNED TIMED OBSOLESCENCE. SOME MOTHER FUCKING
DIRTBAG MIXED
TWO OF MY MEDICATIONS IN MY KITCHEN CABINET THAT LOOK ALMOST THE
SAME,
THINKING THAT WITH MY POOR EYESIGHT AND CATARACT VISION PROBLEMS,
THAT I WOULD FAIL TO NOTICE THE DIFFERENCE, THUS I WOULD TAKE ALL
KINDS OF WEIRD DOSES AND
GET SICK AND DIE.
THIS IS MOTHER FUCKING PRE-PLANNED PREMEDITATED
FIRST DEGREE MURDER,
BUT IT DOESN'T STOP THERE, SHERIFF KENNETH J. MASCARA, SIR OF SAINT
LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH, SOL, MILKY
WAY GALAXY. This has now become a brutal two day monster fucking
death siege, and I am on super hyper ultra:
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JOURNAL OF SONGWRITER MARK MUD, SECTION-KK
11:41
POST
MERIDIAN
LATE
FRIDAY NIGHT
28
JUNE, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
Mark
Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
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GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
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17, 2019 6:00 AM – Jun 24, 2019 5:00 AM
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This
death strike began as I knew that it mother fucking would, when I
awoke on Thursday MOUUUUUUUURNING to find my electrical brick in my
kitchen, BROKEN BY THE MILITUFORCE, and chirping away like the
tweeting birds of the TRUMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! More
utility siege and when else Sheriff sir, but on the electrical number
of the month, good old reliable and trustworthy number 27,
“little boy”. That's her
number,
or so she told me in that wild dream at the Golden Nugget Casino is
1984, like freaking darn butt wiping gee and WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
You see, and to
quote the mighty Mister L&O 'I KILLED DEEDEE' ANDERTON,
WHEN
IT STARTS, ''IT
STARTS''!
WHEN
IT STARTS, ''IT
STARTS''!
WHEN
IT STARTS, ''IT
STARTS''!
WHEN
IT STARTS, ''IT
STARTS''!
WHEN
IT STARTS, ''IT
STARTS''!
WHEN
IT STARTS, ''IT
STARTS''!
WHEN
IT STARTS, ''IT
STARTS''!
WHEN
IT STARTS, ''IT
STARTS''!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMAGNESONIC:
Computer,
hear my MVP (Mind-Voice-Print).
You will be totally absolutely crushing, obliterating, annihilating,
and devastating, wrecking, ruining, and utterly wiping out ALL
UTILITY HARASSERS that are viciously
persecuting me,
on this POWERFUL JUNE 27, and
JUNE 28, of 2019 DEATH SIEGE,
as well as all NOISE
PERSECUTORS
AND FORT PIERCE NABE ENEMIES, INSIDE AND OUTSIDE OF MY PHA BUILDING,
and WHOEVER BROKE INTO MY
APARTMENT
TRYING TO MURDER
ME
BY SCREWING WITH MY LIFE NEEDED MEDICINES.
You will be using your
MAXIMUM
POWER on a
crush-destruct order, under
GENERAL-ORDER-189.
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.
Mark Wayne Mountainpen Huntington Mohr
To
access texts from 2006-2011, use links:
Sheriff
Kenneth J. Mascara, kind sir; I HAVE FALLEN UNDER A BEYOND
INCONCEIVABLE MAJOR FULL BLOWN d-DAY LONG THERMONUCLEAR ATTACK, FROM
THIS DISEASED WICKED EVIL CORRUPT ROTTEN TOTALLY VICIOUS
MILITUFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHEN
MAGGIE PUNISHES SOON, IT WILL BE OFF THE SCALE MAJOR, SO BE WARNED,
KIND FUCKING DIRT BAG WORLD, YO YO YO! I do not know how far away my
troubles are going to be soon, Mister
Marcucci,
but I do know that this ain't fucking cunt Pottersville. This is
still goddessdamn fucking Bedford cunt chewing Falls, New York, or as
the unhappy women might say, “No asshole Mountainpen, it is Bedford
Hills”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please stop staring at me through those
wild round eyeglasses, Count Cuukie, or give me 'great wisdom'
concerning any as of late October 1969 unborn
dauts
from magical
fucking school hallways!!!!!!!!!!
TANKS YO!!!!
Sheriff
sir; next week I will have to HIRE ME AN ATTORNEY, to sue the
collection agency known as PORTFOLIO RECOVERY for ILLEGAL harassment
AND ELDER ABUSE. I am having nightmares and health problems as a
result of this extra stress and pressure on my poor diseased elderly
sick fucking pathetic body!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Starting the day
BEFORE the electrical brick was busted by the mother fucking
MILITUFORCE, they began persecuting me again, after they had stopped
for several months. They are telling me that I am going to have
litigations brought against me and that I am in all sorts of trouble,
ON
A DEBT THAT IS TEN YEARS OLD,
AND THAT I NEVER EVEN USED THEM IN THE FIRST PLACE, AS THEY BOUGHT
THIS DEBT FROM THE CAPITAL
ONE BANK.
I have not had a credit card since December of 2009, after they
pulled that stunt of screwing with me, making it impossible for me to
leave the KING
FAMILY
with anything other than the clothes on my back. We will see what an
attorney has to tell me next fucking cunt eating week, kind Sheriff
Mascara, sir, and please expect me over at your Midway Road Office
next week as well, as I
WILL BE DEAD
WITHIN A WEEK
IF YOU CANNOT GET THIS HELLISHNESS TO BACK OFF OF ME A LITTLE BIT, OH
KIND AWESOME WONDERFUL SIR, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When
I try to sleep, the nightmares are too horrible now. Just before
coming awake at eleven this night after crashing around half past
four this disafsternoon, I was with my father in some horrible
parallel world hell, and was being horribly persecuted with MAJOR
UTILITY HARASSMENTS and the enemy was calling me and fucking with me
in the middle of the night TOTALLY ILLEGALLY but then WEIN, and they
were making the phone screw up and not operate, and then they kept
fucking with the TV set. My dad and I were viewing some program and
then this assault began over there in this parallel reality, and
whenever the MILITUFORCE ASSAULTS ME IN 'DREAMS', this is when I am
in the absolute mother fucking worst death siege that is imaginable
over here in this world, MISTER
MARCUCCI SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh yessir Sheriff, from here to Pottersville, huh BRO????????????
This
is the end of this mother fucking great country, and
we all can thank KING TRUMP for this wonderful NEW
AGE
OPPRESSION
as all of us poor folks as his SLAVES AND SURFS while Nobleman King
Trump and his evil rotten royal fucking family from HELL, rule over
us. Let
me prove that this is all going to happen within a very short space
of time
now, me' kind folks and maitees, YARRRR! Today the miserable DEMONIC
FUCKING UNITED STATES SENATE failed to pass a bill that would stop
the UNCONSTITUTIONAL
POWER OF A SITTING PRESIDENT TO PLACE US INTO WAR WITH A SOVERIGN
NATION.
It is already unconstitutional to do this, and they put their stamp
of mother fucking approval on it, giving their evil TRUMP-BOY, who is
DOING ALL OF THESE THINGS TO ME, AND HAS BEEN FOR FOUR FUCKING
DECADES NOW, MISTER TEXACO JERRY OF BERRYVILLE-HAMMONTON, HANGING IN
THERE FOREST FIRES OF PAULA WAYV KING OF ALMIGHTY ATLANTIC CITY; A
LICENSE TO START ANY WAR HE WANTS TO WITHOUT GETTING ANY APPROVAL OF
THE LEGISLATIVE BRANCH.
THIS IS NOTHING SHORT OF UNCONSTITUTIONAL TRAITORISM, SPONCERED BY
DIRTBAG MITCH MCONNEL AND HIS CHRISTIPUBLICAN HENCHMEN FROM HELL
(DOGTOWN)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh
yes Mister mother fucking great 'cashing in' blog commenter;
tell all of your great wonderful 'Cali'
pals
all about me and make a lot of money, BUTTERCHEESE
and BIG-ASS-BUTT YO,
you'll never get to the bottom of the powerful
Tellosian EXPLORATRONIC
SUPERMIND
SOCIETY
or its fantastic EDUCATIONAL
DEPARTMENT,
let alone any mother fucking PERMISSION-BARRIERS from 1994, time
trips from 1996 only lied about and said from 1997, wide angle school
bus turns, hypnotizing mighty Viqueen Julie White's, car hubcap
smashing Nickelodeons with or without additional nickels being placed
into them, or additional weirdo 'O''s from mighty symbolic DARK
SHADOWS and great awesome train-dreams from the inconceivable fifth
dimensional hyperspace, YO YO YO YO YO YO. And we all know that I
could have typed out a ton of additional other shitUATION shit, huh
folks? Oh yes, lovely sir Microsoft Spellchecker, maybe you're even
smarter than Patty HH and her tennis lover, oh well, at least he
doesn't fucking play volleyball, huh Sheriff. See you at the
ballpark, in this, or in some parallel world, oh great sir
KJM!!!!!!!!!!! WOW could I use your help after this horrendous
fucking day from DOGTOWN, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will come back on me'
next trustworthy whittle Fwudd bwog and give you the four random win
row outcomes, you know, as in the example of random-row 4-5-5-3,
or 2-6-3-4,
and so forth. WEEEEEEEEEEE, and Wonderful Oprah Winfrey
(WOW)!!!!!!!!!! My mom works too late, but thanks for the offer to
watch your great television show, my kid loves you, but then, you
already freaking know that, as you know her a whole fucking lot
better than I do, big O, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will come back soon
and give you all the random row stats that forever proves to this
sick cosmos, that indeed it is fallen and is under the control of the
south-polarity (evil fawces) and that the gods of the fucking
Astral-Plane are indeed PLAYING
ENDLESS GAMES WITH PATHETIC HUMANITY,
YO YO YO YO YO YO, just as I have claimed all along for nearly
fourteen mother fucking diseased years of Mountainpen's blogging
project called MORIANITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
From
Cooley HHH to Patty HH, mommy dearest. You and your wonderful office
fiends (friends) from the world of all great candy crushes, or just
plain old ordinary teenaged crushes. SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT! Tell me
this entire thing can be rationally explained WITHOUT
USING THE PERMISSION BARRIER; OH GREAT AND MIGHTY CAMDEN
COUNTY PROSECUTOR ADA MISTER RON
WIRTZ SENIOR, YO!!!!!! Ga'hed and tell me that one, YO YO
YO YO YO YO! Only the fact that colonies will
someday be blasted out into deep space using field travel
construction and transport, and then a powerful Galanet,
along with powerful scanner/projection AVM recording systems
to bring reality all around from anywhere in the photon-time truth of
shit, CAN HOPE TO EXPLAIN WHAT HAS BEEN DONE TO ME IN MY NEARLY 65
YEARS OF LIFE AS MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR! Remember
Sheriff sir, and other great blogAUDIANS out here, I wrote that
powerhouse fucking book in the year 1994, an entire mother fucking
quarter century ago, yo yo yo yo yo yo, so don't be so quick to
dismiss any of my claims, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
DEMAND A GAME OVER,
YOU GODDAMN PLAYFIELD
SHAKESPEARIAN GODS!!!!!!!
I
DEMAND A GAME OVER,
YOU GODDAMN PLAYFIELD
SHAKESPEARIAN GODS!!!!!!!
I
DEMAND A GAME OVER,
YOU GODDAMN PLAYFIELD
SHAKESPEARIAN GODS!!!!!!!
I
DEMAND A GAME OVER,
YOU GODDAMN PLAYFIELD
SHAKESPEARIAN GODS!!!!!!!
I
DEMAND A GAME OVER,
YOU GODDAMN PLAYFIELD
SHAKESPEARIAN GODS!!!!!!!
I
DEMAND A GAME OVER,
YOU GODDAMN PLAYFIELD
SHAKESPEARIAN GODS!!!!!!!
I
DEMAND A GAME OVER,
YOU GODDAMN PLAYFIELD
SHAKESPEARIAN GODS!!!!!!!
Now
as told a short while ago, my going with my mom for the first time,
to Tennessee Avenue in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USA, in 1965, and
to the then called 'Trinidad Hotel', now called the Real 8 Hotel
chain, caused me to end up nearly dying and being murdered on several
occasions, at a place called the NJNPI, or the New Jersey Neural
Psychiatric Institute, located just out of the
main part of Princeton, New Jersey, and at a part of this insane
asylum property called, the 'K-COTTAGE'. Anyone who wants to
start with me about the 'K' not
symbolically representing KRASSLE, I
won't waste my time or raise my blood pressure, even trying to argue
back with you, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To
send an innocent ten year and nine month old child to a place like
this when he was not a criminal nor did he do anything to warrant
such monstrous shit, is no different than allowing me to be robbed,
beaten, raped, and all manner of mother fucking shit that happened to
me in childhood as well as into adult life also. But does the AG
care, state or federal? Does the great Almighty President? No, great
people only have time for other great people, like Jolie and Popey.
Birds of a feather flock together, and so do
the 99% nobody/poor folks as well. But get into a situation
where you need major help, and through absolutely no mother fucking
cunt chewing fault of your own, and guess what; YOU
CAN COCK LICKING FORGET ABOUT GETTING ANY,
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Trump the great, says it better than I
ever can; “Like I give a shit”,
and that was regarding his friend Steve Winn, of the Golden Nugget
Casino, during a time of his personal crises in his marriage. I have
a lot of reasons for hating poor people, as they endlessly try and
take away what little I manage to work very fucking hard to get for
myself; and are all basically worthless twisted
mother fuckiGN rotten asshole BUMS. But as much as I hate
them, multiply fucking cunt that by a few
bazillion, and that will show you how much I hate the slutty
trashy Wendy Thomas's and Kim Kardashian's of the world, born with
silver spoons up their ugly slob clits!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Any
mother fucking cunt sucking world, that allows and tolerates for an
innocent mother fucker like me, who never both a cunt chewing soul or
does anything mother fuckiGN cunt wrong, and is a totally mother
fuckiGN law abiding cunt sniffing citizen; to be endlessly assaulted,
mauled, reamed, persecuted, harassed, and fucked with, by the scum of
the mother fuckiGN Earth; well; that society, who and what ever they
are made up of, is not worth their weight in stenchy fucking maggot
filled elephant shit, at C-SQUARED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But
all this fucking bullshit aside, people; being sent to the NJNPI for
my 6th grade school year, directly following CONTACT MADE
directly between me and Atlantic City POWERS and FORCES that I will
come to label and term the TAWF or THAT FAMILY; this was merely the
opener of 50+ years to follow, that can be thought of in only one god
dam fucking way, and that would be HELL, HELL,
HELL AND ENDLESS TORMENT TORTURED RED HOT
HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If
the 'fawces' in HALL'S universe, were not signing off with what is
and has been done to me for half a cunt chewing fucking century now,
then simply put kind people; it just would not be allowed to all
happen to me like this. It doesn't take some
genius to see this, folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now
at this NJNPI place, I met several dudes my age who I
befriended, one of whom was Wilson Jessup, who claimed to be a witch
doctor, and later on, a voodoo priest, god rest my fucking soul.
There was a Summer-House or little area half enclosed outside nearby
the K-Cottage, and
on one particular time, he and I were
there and no one else was, and it was late in May or possibly the
very start of June, in the year of 1966. Wilson grabbed my arm and
told me he was going to take me to the Trinidad Hotel. He knew
only that I vacationed there with my mom on the previous summer, and
did not know one thing about Sarah Krassle, unlike my pal David Roth,
whom I told one day all about her, outside a diner in Medford, New
Jersey, one spring afternoon in 1986, called, the Medport Diner. Very
fucking cunt lapping apropos initials too, as ever since this time, I
needed a doctor in my cunt chewing fucking life, peeps,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We
won't even touch right now on the nightmare that ensued after I told
David Roth the great high degreed Mason about this powerful goddess
in early 1986, but rather, we continue trekking along with my
experience with voodoo priest Wilson Jessup, up in Princeton, at the
K-Cottage Psych-Ward, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Within a minute of shutting our eyes, maybe less, we had soul
traveled there, decades before I knew the word ECKANKAR or understood
the concept of Soul-Travel, great Variagi Master Follower, Saint
John!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Boy before we run out of
Nothing-Prophets, Biblical Prophets, abnd demonic/angelic/ advanced
robotic beings, we're going to run out of ball games and cheering
advertising blimps!!!!!!!!!! Aniwho, WJ goes on to walk us through
the room number 323 at the hotel, and he described the exact floor
plan both of the room, the nearby corridor and elevator, and even the
balcony overlooking the pool. There are no more balcony's by the way,
not since the Super 8 took the place over, at the early part of this
century somewhere. I doubt that MTM ever stayed there either,in this
universe!
When
I returned to the place that late June, and left the psych ward
forever, all the forces from this globe that are all part of why this
middle eastern mess goes on millennia after millennia, began to form
plans, right down to the powerful personal friend of my Aunt
Geraldine Snow Mason, married to my mom's brother, my
uncle Stuart Huntington Mason, named
after his direct ancestor of Scotland, Queen
Mary; and these plans were set into motion for the following
summer after that one, in 1967, and this is why my cousin Sandy went
down there, and met up with the great TAWF or THAT-FAMILY, actually
one branch of it and lots of friends of them, the
great almighty CALLIO'S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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'HA-HA-HA-HA,
HUH SHERIFF KJM'????????
I
know you are doing your best to watch over me, AG Mizz Bondi, thank
you. Feel free to contact the Wirtz detectives in Camden County in
New Jersey, Ron Senior knows my problem is all real, but his hands
are tied, I am quite sure that you know what I mean. PLEASE HELP ME,
PLEASE!!!!!!! When I am finally dead and buried and gone, YOU NOT
ONLY WILL EVER FIND A REPLACEMENT FOR ME WHO IS ANYTHING LIKE ME AND
WHO COULD HOLD UP SO LONG AND WELL AGAINST TOTAL SCUMBAG GARBAGE
CHEWERS LIKE YOU ALL; BUT YOU WILL LOOK BACK AND WONDER WHY YOU
FINISHED ME OFF SO SOON, AS NOW; I AM NOT HERE ANYMORE, FOR YOU TO
KICK AROUND. NO MORE ME, NO WAY TO REPLACE ME, NEVER; AND WHEN YOU
REALIZE THIS, AND AS MY KID PUT IT ON HER WEBSITE A WHILE BACK, ''IT
WILL BE TOO LATE''. SOME MESSAGES REALLY ARE MEANT TO BE THAT WAY,
ISIS! Wise words from both you and my mother's friend the
Philadelphia nurse, 7 years before you were born. ''AHA'', MIKE
MCNULTY! Oh those Alligator Hater Anonymous Clubs, YO!!!!
JANUARY
10, 2015,
LATE
SATURDAY AFTERNOON AT 4:27,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE,69 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 70%, IT FEELS 69 DEGREES.
TODAY'S
TEMPERATURE RANGE, (H-69/L-52).
WIND
IS NORTH AT 7, GUSTING TO 18 MPH, YO.
Hello people; my
life is total hell, nothing is ever different, and I died and went to
hell on August 15, 1986 after going to bed in my bedroom in a home
owned by Richard Dirtbag Karpf, in Cherry Hill, New Jersey.
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
©
2006-2019, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
This
machine was hacked and frozen up at 6:15 this evening, as soon as I
typed in this chapter and blog book name on the SAVE area of my Open
Office Dialogue Box, just now, Pam Bondi, Florida, AG. Maybe it was
just a fluke, and then, maybe nothing ever is just a fluke. This is
where the ESS and my story, will become a bit advanced, throughout
this new blog book, folks!
PLEASE
HELP ME PAM BONDI, Florida Attorney General, because my powerful
MAGGIE, WILL LET ME GO THROUGH ONLY SO MUCH of this HELL, AND THEN it
will be BYE-BYE TO LA, CALI! This is a promise, and I cannot control
this!
Folks,
the 2007
and 2008 BRIDGE,
that crossed my life over from knowing the WOODSIDE
REALITY AS OPPOSED TO NOT KNOWING,
depending on which yellow
telephone side of the dam bridge
you or I may be standing the hell on; YO; ended up being, or shall I
change that to, “I
FOUND OUT THAT THIS WAS EVEN A BIGGER CROSSOVER LIFE AND GAME CHANGER
FOR ME TIME ERA”; than even 1969, 1983, 1986, and 1994; and
probably in truth; all of those four years all assembled together,
and maybe doubled or tripled after 'even
that',
Evan
Hanley and Quentin Andreas Petofi,
of the “GAP”, marvelous and untrumpable television soap-opera
show, called, “Dark Shadows”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Crissake, go
dig me a grave, Harriet Rohr. JEEEEEEEEEEEZ TWINBAY!
I
will not lie to a fucking soul here. You may or may not have
religious beliefs, that is on all of you, not me. I may or may not
have some as well, and that IS ON ME, not you. BUTT, BIG AS BUTT
folks; I have had some whopper mother fucking experiences of
paranormal activity, and it has nothing whatsoever to do with
people like asshole Doctor
Schorr
who
said to me quite unprofessionally, two weeks ago today exactly,
“Mark, your brain is broken; you'd be better off dead”.
I have been slammed against walls while half awake and half asleep in
1976 in an apartment house I was visiting my mother in, on Jefferson
Street, called the Jamestown Apartments, in Media, Pennsylvania,
USAESMWG! I have dreamed the future so many fuckiGN times, it's
fucking annoying and unnatural, I have met entities all over the
place that no more come from this natural world order than Blinky
Blonkey the Birdwhale, © 2048. My mom who died on March 4 of 2000,
came to me in a powerful dream in 2008 and warned me in a DOLLAR
STORE, not to move in with these people in THAT-FAMILY. And as for
the LAKEHOUSE
LIGHTNING
AND GARY MITCHELL AND GLARING BILLY HICKEY CROUCH,
well, that is all a story for an entirely other fucking time and
place, Donna Discoqueen Summer Sudano! I have DREAMED dozens of tunes
and lyrics, and dozens of incredible beings, and have been told how
to communicate with them, and did so, and this led to a game changer
life in the middle eighties, from which there is absolutely no return
to normalcy.
But
warning or no, I did move in with these WASHCLOTHS
FROM HELL AND 1970,
and W---O---W, again, there was another place from where I can swear
in any court on this planet and not worry about being fucking charged
with perjury; that things went poof and bang in the night and again,
there is no return. If I was not so mother fucking angry at the way
my life has been permitted to be abused and no one will take my hell
seriously; I would burst the mother fucking shit eating hell into an
ocean of cunt lapping tears, and cry for a week,
BRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The computer open office system just fuckiGN
crashed, PAM BONDI AND FBI, at approximately 6:42 PM, and the system
needed to be recovered through that process I go through each fuckiGN
cunt time this happens, FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION, YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!! DO YOU WANT A MOTHER FUCKING 10.5 TO STRIKE IN LA, KEEP
THIS FUCKING SHIT UP AND GOING, YOU SICK DERRANGED FUCKING RATS ASS
BASTARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
am taking no chances with this, later on the CHAPTER 01-B will be
posted, but 01-A is now over with nothing getting g said, and my
civil rights, as always, totally fucking trampled on, American Civil
liberties Union. Obviously their dirt bag DOW JONES stock markets
flew up 300+ points, I do not know and have not checked it yet. But
this, Mister Kaiter sir, is totally mother fucking ridiculous.
Hay
there
Louise
Hendershodt
XXXXXXXXXXX!!!
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TRANSMISSION.
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