“TRICKY-TEET-TEET”,
TO COOLEY H.H. Halloween's HALL.
NUMDWATATES
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MERIDIAN
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MORNING
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OCTOBER, 2019
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PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
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I
created a brand new 'ONES-BLOCKER'
that fits over my computer monitor-screen in that entire margin area,
so that as long as the other blocker also is covering up the page
number info on the left side of the screen; I will no longer be
seeing the one and only Mizz
Janeweedsleazedisease digitally represented on this thing
while blogging, or at least, HOPEFULLY; but I
have way more fucking bad news to get to folks, than this tiny
bit of nearly insignificant particle of better news, hot off of the
hot-nineties pig-beach television commercials, for anti-pollution.
WEEEEEEEE, so I may as well, to quote July 1970 Chill-mo, Sir Thomas
J. Reale of Southeast No Joysey, “Get it over with”!
I
thought that my mother fucking automobile air conditioning system was
repaired, BUT NO, IT AIN'T. You cannot live, Sheriff Mascara
sir,without air conditioning in a car, NAUT in this corner of the
globe, sir Sheriff! To quote a true Floridian and lover of very hot
weather, Sir Mike Patterson, and former Fort Pierce resident, now
residing in Hollywood-Miami, Florida, “You'll literally die in a
car that doesn't have good running AC in this area”. As
I speak, my upstairs mother fucking nabes from hell, SHERIFF SIR, are
still moving furniture around and making a god
awful racket above me on this
3rd
straight early ass fucking
cunt chewing MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING,
yo!
Yessir
Sheriff, I guess I will be spending lots of doe that I don't have in
order to get this AC problem rectified. No one can live without good
running car-AC, 'NAUT' down here in this part of HELLishness-DOGTOWN
hell, lovely AT&T MIZZ BLAKE!!!
Yesterday
really fucking pissed me off. Not only was it a second
day of my TRIAD NABES FROM EARTHLY-DOGTOWN
driving me totally ass other damn fucking cunt nuts as all shit,
BUTTERCHEESE BIG ASS BUTT, and but sir; no
note was left at my door regarding the meeting held here in this
rotten PH
Building for a town-watch on 10-29. There was a posting notice
at the vestibule area where the elevators are, but I
do not go out every day, and so I missed seeing it, and missed the
meeting. I plan to complain about not
being given a notice, as this is
definite discrimination against sick elderly people such as myself
who cannot get out every day as well people can do. THAT
IS NAUT FUCKING ONE BIT FAIR, MISS FINCH OF TTZ AND MIZZ BLAKE OF
AT&T, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
Sheriff, this slutty girlfriend of the pig above me is REALLY
GETTING ON ME' LAST NERVE, SIR, WITH THIS ENDLESS
FUCKING RACKET ABOVE ME, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jesus Christ almighty
for the sake of Sahasra Dal Kanwal of the Astral PlanCKATORY
PLANE!!!! Another thing that is also doing this, oh mighty and
illustrious latengrate Mizz
Dawn-Marie KING of Atlantic City and hanging in there Hammonton, CUZZ
PAULA; is Mortimer Mortino the
goddamn annoying ANGEL OF DEATH, who refuses to stop buzzing
me, day and night, even
waking me now, in my cunt lapping fucking dirtbag
SLEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes
during this particular death siege that seems to be ongoing for a 3rd
straight day now with these pigs above me in UNIT #707, I am also
getting the remaining parts of the usual dogshit that accompanies
these miserable rotten sieges. One is knots forming in clothing, be
it shoelaces or jumpsuit casual home-wear stuff, or as Congressman
Andrews would say back as a young lad, 'whatever'. Another annoyance
is pens not writing when they are not out of fucking ink. I'll bet
there are other folks out here who when truly pressed on this issue,
ARE INDEED ABLE TO 'RELATE' THEMSELVES WITH MUCH OF THIS DAMN JUNKY
CRAP! Another major annoyance is the DISAPPEARIN DEMON-ENTITY that I
have named “DISDEE” for short, and a moronic impish little kid
can right away see why I have given it that name. Shit just vanishes
and then usually somewhere between three minutes to an hour later,
poof, it is hiding right there in my apartment somewhere in absolute
plain ass view, or else hidden underneath a chair, or again
Congressman sir, as a dude of about age twenty over at Albert
Pileggi's house and 'band practice', “WHATEVER”! Crissake is my
life DOGTOWN!
Yes
Lads,
Lassies,
Lab-dogs,
and all great wild and inconceivable Lab
Technicians out here, from
Halloween Day at National Park, New
Jersey, USAESMWG, at the Redbank Post Office, to
the lands of other magical areas over in Haddonfield, NJUSAESMWG, at
a place now gone but once was called, the COOLEY HALL, on
Hopkins Road, right off of the illustrious and quite historic, KINGS
HIGHWAY, I have one thing to say right now, and that would be,
“TRICKY-TEET-TEET”!!!
I
fell asleep one night at my apartment called the DELLWAY ARMS, on
Oakland Avenue, in Oaklyn, NJUSAESMWG, back in 1971, just around the
time that I attended the great magical non-windy Cooley Hall,
although wind did play a powerful part of things. I was in Dave
Smith's class at the time of this wild dream. Outside of his
classroom was one of those punch the ball game things that when you
hit it, it would swing around and around. To win, you had to beat
your opponent by successfully punching it in their direction all the
way to where it won't go any farther. I always lost and am not an
athletic person, nor was I ever interested in sports or athletic
activities whatsoever, then, or now. But in this wild dreaming
interaction, I was outside with Mister Smith, and several other
teens; only I was in a parallel world where I
only knew Dave Leigh Smith, and not the others around us. Now
this took place at somewhere just around Halloween, and I cannot
remember if it was just past it or what, but I do remember that
Mister Smith, in the waking world, had recently sent two of us to the
nearby Haddonfield Public Library, to do research on the origins of
All Hallows Eve (Halloween).
This was myself and a fellow student and a total ass-wipe if I do say
so me' self, by the name of Sir John Gillerlain. He always loved to
give me hell and make me miserable, and we all again 'CAN RELATE' or
most of us can aniwho, from our school days, and having at least one
person who bullied us or treated us like total mother fucking Dogshit
every single ass day, YO BRO! So in this powerhouse dreaming
interaction, after all these transdimensional teens had kicked my ass
in that punch-ball game outside of Smith's classroom at Cooley Fooley
H. H. Halloween's HALL, Sir Drake and Sir MicroSUCKS Spellchecker
system yo; they began to run around me in circles similarly to the
ball that goes around on a rope in the game, and as they were running
around me, they kept doing something that several years later I had
come to learn was a real thing that was done by practitioners of the
hidden things, or 'occult' black-arts, called 'chanting', such as
Patricia H. H. Hollister and he “Neo-ho-rengay-key-oh” chant.
Only they were chanting at me, “Tricky-teet-teet” over and over
again, and pointing at me, and laughing loudly at me, and then they'd
repeat the cycle of chanting it loudly at me while running around me
in a circle, and then raucously laughing and pointing at me. This
seemed to go on for hours, one of those allnighter dreams that again,
most of you out here have had, and thus, again, you
can “RELATE”! How do these things all RELATE now
folks, to the newly opened up, and reopening of several major points,
regarding human consciousness,
the mind,
the brain,
and the true interconnected
hyper-spacial realms of time,
subconscious mental realms,
and so many other RELATED topics;
you may all be wondering about, right around now, me' peeps? Well,
allow me, or to quote from December
of 1972, and up on Long Island in
Babylon, New York, at 175
Peninsula Drive, at the home of my mom's cousin's
hubby, Mister Heinz Great Banker Gottwald; “Permit
me”, to explain this junk to you now in greater detail and
elaboration. As I speak, doors are slamming at 10:24 this morning.
It's either coming from one of those two endlessly fucking major
annoying irritant asshole ILLEGALS in UNIT # 608, or UNIT # 605.
WEIN-SOSO-SSDD?
All
the people out here, are thoroughly convinced and falsely so, that
they are real and tangible, and that there is a real and solid world
around them, made up of real things, and real people; and Albert
Einstein knew better, and he proved it all completely,
mathematically, and scientifically; Detective Ed 'L&O' Green,
sir!!!!!!!! So now EVERYONE, EVERYWHERE, CAN GO AND LOSE
THEIR DAMN ASS JOBS, huh ol' pal, yo????????
I
hate the idea of having to open up such a complex subject, but it
most definitely must be done, and so I will do it, just not all right
now, today, yo me' BRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!! Once we truly get what is
happening, then the so-called 'Hollister-Occult' stuff, begins to
take on brand new meanings and once never imagined colors inside of
the unfathomable electromagnetic spectrum of true-reality, at least
here on this blown out hyperspace area called by some mystics and
psychics, the 'Physical-Plane'. So why did I not make a bigger deal
of the lovely Mizz P. H. Hollister H. on my first couple of years
blogging, some wonder? Well, could it be that I HAD NOT STARTED TO
REMEMBER LOTS OF POWERFUL AND INCREDIBLE SHIT, back then, and to
quote the lovely lady-critic on my HATEPAGE from the Internet-Radio
Station WFMU, or maybe it was some other lady making some other
comment regarding my blogs and the early discussions regarding and
concerning the great Astral-Plane's “MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, maybe I am
just making it all up as I go along. Well, to some degree I am, as
this is an endlessly ongoing search for the truth, and it ain't like
any of you, or me for that matter as well, was born with all of the
mother fucking answers to it all, yo! So right about here, I suppose
a HUUUUUUUUUUGE gargantuan “WOW and WEEEEEEEEEE” are in 'perfect
non-Pennock' order, with or without fantastic mind controlling air
conditioners, Mars Graphic Services of Westville, where I enjoyed so
many wild characters, such as football legend Joe Nemeth's cousin
John Nemeth, or any wild areas of the great mysterious north-lands.
Still, I think of John all the time because his famous cuzz is always
on the TV advertising for wonderful MEDICARE. WOW-WOW-WOW. Gimme' a
buzz someday if you';re reading any of this, John from the print
shop. The boss, Steve wanted to know stuff, and when he was given
(GIVENS) the opportunity to do just that, his wife, at least IMHO
aniwho, put a gigantic and immediate kibosh on that, in the autumn of
1996. but them yo, these were indeed extremely weird, inconceivable,
and volatile times; 'naut' just for the Mountainpen, but for the
entire damn ass world, me BRO! Call me up and we'll hash out old
times. I am listed in the system or any internet display of Fort
Pierce White-Pages, Mark Wayne Mohr. My life has no closets, and no
secrets. I
deplore and detest secrets, look what has all resulted in my
wonderful screwed up Huntington family, with all of their dirty nasty
disgusting whittle huh hush secrets. Me, I blow the
closet doors right off their mother fuckign damn hinges. That is what
I do, just like Trump builds “Great Structures”, as that is “What
he does”. SHEEEEEEEIT;
I am growing extremely fucking ass nauseous.
Arthur
Huntington, hung himself in a basement
of his home, after murdering his wife and mother in law quite
brutally with an ax, in their sleep. What
a damn ass LOVELY FAMILY I HAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE
IF YOU PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
gorgeous
inmate
Alice Ciminelli
said it all; on the greatest mother fucking dick licking law show,
to ever grace the lands of television; Dick
Wooooooolf's
Law&
Order.
She said, referring to the prison guards (Correction Officers or
CO's for short), “They
have all the power”!
Folks, fuck the dam CO's. The people in this classification and
category, can be thought of as the
quintessential anti-bums.
But it ain't the dam correction officer people who have all the
power; only all the power in the prison system. The
billionaire's have it all,
and that lovely teen girl protester, who spoke to President Nixon,
suddenly seemed to gain that revelation. Watch the great movie;
another
great Ollie Stone production, called, “NIXON”.
This
sudden coming upon her,
while speaking to the true most powerful person on Planet Earth, or
how true might be a bit relative, but still; this
knowing something suddenly is a very serious and quite mysterious
matter.
It is called, MORIANITY.
It
finds us, we don't create or find Morianity.
Cosmos decides literally to single out pieces of itself, to make
revelations clear to them that would otherwise remain absolutely
mysterious and ever-unknown!!!!
BANG-BANG-BANG,
THREE STRAIGHT FUCKING DAYS OF THESE CUNT LAPPING ANNOYING DOORS,
SHERIFF MASCARA, ME' KIND SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't tell me that
someone or something DID NAUT cause me to miss that TOWN-WATCH
MEETING. I know differently, yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
with or without my lousy timing, Mister Musical Arranger, Tom Glenn
sir, may I say right now on this rotten ass miserable as usual
Hollistertober Halloween Day of 2019,
''MELLLLLY
MELLLLLY CLISMAS''; Ex-FCC
Director-Chairman, Bob McDowell; old buddy, from 1972, at the
great wonderful awesome Cooley Wormhole Hall of
Haddonfield!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Folks
with lots of fucking shit to lose and nothing to gain by
Mountainpen's blogs, do all they can to screw them up, don't they
wonderful SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, kind sir?
The
great one and only Avalon Beach Club of Fort Pierce, here in Florida,
Saint Lucie County, in these great and awesome United States.
Hey
peeps, the world sucks for just about all of us, but that's no dam
reason to go all crybaby over it, YO.
Me,
O sort of have a little bit of an excuse to do this, do I “NAUT”,Mizz
AT&T BLAKE??????
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2015
©
BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN (BOM)
CHRIS,
ED,
AND
THE
MILITUFORCE
BLOGAUD,
CHAPTER
17
Well,
I did drown in 1995, in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one
in 1984 from Highland Avenue.
AND
LASER RETRACE AND DISTANCE DELAY LUNSAT FIELD TECHNOLOGY ALL ASIDE,
FOLKS; I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT, AND
NEITHER DOES THE GREAT DAWN-MARIE KING, OR THE MYSTERIOUS AUTO
MECHANIC, WITH THE LOGO'S ALL OVER HIS DAM WEIRD JERSEY, YO YO YO YO
YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They
fucked up my browser links with the Avalon Beach Club of Fort Pierce,
the Seaport Hotel of Boston, and the Jupiter lighthouse of good old
FLORIDA, yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!!!!! What else can the MILITUFORCE and
their pals from DOGTOWN and the BRIGGBASE do to me on this or any
following HALLOWEEN???????????????????
DECEMBER
8, 2015,
TUESDAY
NIGHT AT 10:17,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 68 DEGREES FNHT.
RANGE
TODAY-------(H-74/L-59).
RELATIVE
HUMIDITY IS 100%, WIND CHILL IS 67.
WIND
IS NNE AT 5, WITH GUSTS TO 8.
TOTAL
RAIN TODAY IN CENTI-INCHES---0009.
Well
between that monster punch that Keisha pounded my right arm with,
fracturing the bone, back in 1999, and Steve getting his Halloween
pelt and pummel from lovely Patty-Paula, like super ouch; YO; WOW,
you and me are two near time amputee patients, huh old neo-ho-rengay
key oh, chanter guy?
©
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!
Permit me to reevaluate some of me' whittle preconceived notions
here, lovely Boston meat-packer, turned DISCO-QUEEN!
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So
who is Sarah
Krassle?
She
is the absolute GOD OF YOUR WORLD, and mine;
ladies and gentlemen.
Lenny
McKinnon said it, and I do not believe he said it live on that
CB-RADIO as handle ops man 601, but had it recorded from 1980, the
only year that I ever interacted with him, and this I'll quote,
“There ain't no doubt about it”. He supposedly was talking to his
co-radio friend, Miss Chillie. Yes, you got it people; the great and
powerful non-OZ Copyright Office has all of this evidence tucked away
in my music project files, UP THERE in good old wonderful WASHINGTON
in the great and powerful DISTRUCT OF COLUMBIA. Oh Poolroy, go
home
already.
What
the fuck are you laughing at, YO?
My
life ain't one bit fucking funny, dude, and that's just realty
son!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hay,
I didn't fuckiGN say you have to go all crybaby over it either,
YO!!!!
Hey,
it looks pretty, YO.
The
Bum
Classification,
CHAPTER
0000.
Hey,
it looks pretty, YO.
Patty
and the gang just
illegally
froze up my mother fuckiGN computer,
WOW,
it is 2008 all over again,
and
going on 080808 too. A really big fucking WOW, and a big fucking
JEEEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE,
if you please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
KEEP
READING ALONG, AS:
JUST
BECAUSE YOU RECOGNZE WORDS,
Never
assume there is not any new reading material.
3-6-9,
Frank Callio, Astral Realms, and Nicola Tesla.
WOW, there was an old OUTER
LIMITS syfy show
about a fictional radio station called KXKVI.
Like
WOW, Mister Macy-34.
In
1975, when Jim Burr rescued me from that horrible Halloween party,
and those Satan worshiping nabes, ''the Kaufman's'' next door, who I
called them by; since they always did that Walt Disney trick, to let
you know they were there, by always coughing intentionally, when they
came anywhere close to where you would be, whether going out or
coming in. It is a psychological condition if you carefully analyze
and study with real scrutiny, the entire great book of mental
illness, the “DSM-5”. While Jim and I drove around Lindenwold,
and watched the ghost and goblin kids all dressed up out pirating for
some nice candy; my mom was working at her shipping company in
Philadelphia, with coworker Patricia Hurricane Hollister. Maybe Eddie
Himacane Lynch was a time traveler all along and no one bothered to
recover his repressed memories of it. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA,
Mister McNulty. Yes sir, while Jim and I were escaping Halloween
parties that were quite hellish, he had just left Gloucester, where
Patty and Merry and all other wonderful patched pirates, and
Jokester's, were hanging around, and securing their bags of sweets
and candies. Well, and why not. We all are a bunch of hanging in
there Huntington's. I'll never ever mother fucking forget the day of
th e2007 summer town forest fire, up in Berryville-Hammonton, an dhow
WAYV said to us, “Hang in there Hammonton”. Yeah, and I'll bet
you were thinking of one resident in particular, who was being a
hanging in there Huntington, ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEEIT.
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 of my enemies that are viciously
persecuting me FOR
THE PAST THREE DAYS, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THE
ASSAULT ON ME NOW, OCTOBER
29, 30, 31,
OF 2019; CAUSING ME A MAJOR
NOISE ASSAULT FROM BOTH OUTSIDE ENEMIES AS WELL AS MY TRIAD ENEMIES
IN THIS PH BUILDING, AND THEIR CRIMINAL DRUG THUG DEALER PEOPLE
ILLEGALS, BOTH HERE, AND IN MY SURROUNDING NEIGHBORHOOD, AND IN MY
RESIDENCE BUILDING AND TOWN; 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.
THE
GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
THE
RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
THE
BOM!!!!!!!!!
(BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LINKS
TO MY ORIGINAL BLOGS OF THE BOM:
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TRANSMISSION.
NUMDWATATES
NOTE K3
9:39
ANTE'
MERIDIAN
WEDNESDAY
MORNING
30
OCTOBER, 2019
FORT
PIERCE, FLORIDA, USA, ESMWG
TWO
STRAIGHT MORNINGS ARE NOISY AGAIN, IN THIS MISERABLE FUCKING PLACE
WHERE I MUST LIVE, BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN KEPT POOR AND OPPRESSED ALL MY
CUNT LAPPING LIFE, NO MATTER HOW GODDAMN HARD I EVER HAVE TRIED TO
LIFT MYSELF OUT OF FILTHY ROTTEN POVERTY IN THIS EVIL EMPIRE; OH
GREAT SENATOR DAMN SANDERS,KIND SIR, YO!!!!!!
The only step below where I now must live here in this horrendous
nightmare PUBLIC
HOUSING
BUILDING of good ol' Fort Pierce,
Florida, USAESMWG,
would
be underneath a bridge somewhere with the cock sucking bums who would
slit
my throat the second I fell asleep!
This
cunt chewing ILLEGAL SLUTBAG ABOVE ME,
according to the old resident manager, is just another ILLEGAL
GUEST WHO VIOLATES THE RULES, AND
STAYS OVERNIGHT WITH SOME OLD FUCKING WORTHLESS FART; AND
SHE MAKES ALL THIS RACKET WITH HER CONSTANT MOVING AND THROWING
AROUND OF MOTHER FUCKING FURNITURE, AND SHE IS ALSO NOISY
IN THE CUNT EATING KITCHEN AS WELL. The
regular residents are not that bad, it is always, as was
yesterday again, with these ILLEGAL BASTARD ASS COUSINS ACROSS FROM
ME, WHO I WAS ALSO TOLD, ARE IN VIOLATION OF RULES AND LAWS, as they
were barred from coming here to this building, and yet, Fort Pierce
Police, THEY DO, and they won't ever stop doing it either. Yet all my
life, if I spit on the DAMN sidewalk, Senator Bernie Sanders sir, I
would do a Monopoly Game, and “GO DIRECTLY TO JAIL, WITHOUT
PASSING GO OR COLLECTING MOTHER FUCKING $200”.
Now
it is high time to temporarily go around the
greatest points and subjects of Morianity that make it what it
is in fact; and move onto a side tangent for a
short while. That is to say, move
away from all this 'DAMN' 'hyperspace' discussion
throughout all of these blogs of nearly fourteen years now, so as
soon as I post up ANOTHER MAGNESONIC
COUNTERSTRIKE ON THESE NABE-ENEMIES FROM DOGTOWN, I will
continue on with this discussion, me' kind Lads, Lassies, Lab-dogs,
and Lab-Techs out here, and any other AATS or NON-AATS BLOGAUDIANS,
yo me' great BRAHHHHHHHHHH'S and SIS'SSSSSSSS, and without any of
lovely awesome Mizz Susan Lucci's 1983
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS-NAKES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEE!!!!
Well
the great latengrate Mizz Aretha Franklin would tell us all so nicely
in her fantastic music for many years, that she felt the Earth move
under her feet. If this shit being done to me is not punished
eventually by some absolute force of omnipotent power, then this
entire thing as the Mountainpen has claimed all mother fucking along,
yo, IS JUST A HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE ASS GAME, THE GREAT GASME GAME OF THE
COINS AND THE COILS OF THE INCONCEIVABLE PURGATORY. THIS HAS BEEN MY
CLAIM NOW SINCE I BEGAN THESE BLOGS NEARLY 14 YEARS BACK, AND I
WANTED VERLY VELY VELY NON-BOB MCDOWELL BADLY, TO HAVE BEEN CUNT
LAPPING PROVEN MOTHER FUCKING WRONG, ONLY IT SEEMS LOVELY MISS FINCH
AND AWESOME AT&T MISS BLAKE, THAT I WAS 'NAUT'! If I a incorrect
in any of this, then feel fucking ass free t show me the errors of
me' ways maitees, but do it intelligently, and Notfondauonebit Jane,
but do it in better ways than making fun of the Tellosians or the
poor bastard who no longer is able to come to this lovely Patty
Ouchbite Building, of all great DRY THROATS, EVERYWHERE! TANKS FOLKS,
and big ass HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE “B-O-O-M” YO!
Tricky-teet-teet,
oh wonderful PURGATORY! Yes folks, I HEAR BACKHOE-BEEPS in my pussy
huffing sleep and 'dreams' (Hyperspace Travels) to be more
accurate!!!! Now the ILLEGAL FUCKING COUSINS ACROSS FROM ME ARE
STARTING UP FOR THE DAY AT 10:12, AFTER HOURS OF EARLY
MOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING FURNITURE DOGSHIT ABOVE ME. For the past
two days it HAS BEEN UNITS 608 ACROSS FROM ME &
707 ABOVE ME. Still when we include the usually more noisy
nabes next door to me, we get that unmistakable mother fucking
NUCLEAR TRIAD NABES FROM DOGTOWN (HELL)
GROUPATION, or (THREE SURROUNDING DIRTBAG PRICK NABES), in other
words, yo! Yes folks, the entire thing is not happening physically,
but rather in a realm where things exist exactly the same way only
they are all multiplied by the square of the constant, or put in very
elementary and parochially verbiage, yo, multiplied by the speed of
light times the speed of light. Dividing that reality by C-SQ
therefore means, that our true existence becomes localized in human
consciousness. It is said that our entire body, and that includes
what is above our necks; is maybe at best worth a little over a
dollar to medical science. My point is that the
magic of it all, are the ELECTRONS that activate this wild magical
fucking brain-goo (gray-matter), and without these electrons, as any
Neuro-Surgeon will tell us, racing all around this weird stinky goo,
“WE ARE DEAD”. If you doubt me, go to that great fantastic
“L&O” Television show, and the episode where an illegal organ
harvest was performed by a crooked Neuro-Surgeon with a
HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE GOD-COMPLEX, and hear how he told the ADA “When a
Neuro-Surgeon says you're dead, YOU'RE DEAD”! Guess who just mother
fucking reared her totally ugly head again at me, folks? Yessir, good
ol' miserable witch-bitch JF the Sleazeweedsdisease on steroids. I
must now of course compensate wit my groupation of lovely FIVE 55555
NUMBERS, so here they goddessdamn are, me' gwate folks:
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DOORS-DOORS-DOORS-DOORS,
AND WITHOUT ANY GREAT SIXTIES BANDS WHATSOEVER. OH
THESE ANNOYING MOTHER FUCKING ILLEGAL COUSINS ACROSS FROM ME.
HOW SOME FOLKS AROUND HERE REMAIN ENDLESSLY
AND ILLEGALLY PRIVELAGED, WHILE OTHERS SUCH AS ME, DARE
NOT EVEN EVER EXPECTORATE ON LOCAL SIDEWALKS, WITHOUT FEAR
OF GOING DIRECTLY TO THE ROCK ROAD
MASCARA HOTEL, AKA THE
LOCAL COUNTY JAIL,
YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!
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FROM PETAHELL ® 1980
MARK
WAYNE MOHR
PINK
GODDESSES
MORNING
LIGHTS
DESTRUCT
SWITCHES
GARY
MITCHELLS
AND
CAPTAIN WILLIAM SHATNER KIRKS
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 of my enemies that are viciously
persecuting me FOR
THE PAST TWO DAYS, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS
ASSAULT ON ME NOW, OCTOBER
29th
AND 30th,
OF 2019; CAUSING ME A MAJOR
NOISE ASSAULT FROM BOTH OUTSIDE ENEMIES AS WELL AS ENEMIES IN UNIT
#608 AND UNIT
#707, AND THEIR CRIMINAL DRUG
THUG DEALER PEOPLE ILLEGALS, BOTH HERE, AND IN MY SURROUNDING
NEIGHBORHOOD, AND IN MY RESIDENCE BUILDING AND TOWN; 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.
THE
GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.
THE
RELIGION FOR MILLENNIUM THREE
THE
BOM!!!!!!!!!
(BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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LADY STOLE MY COPYRIGHT FORM,
I CANNOT EVEN PRINT UP THE PAULA KING
REGISTRATION NUMBER!!!!!!!!! THE
TERRORIST GIRL, WAS THE HYPERSPACE DARK SHADOWS
PARALLEL WORLD CLEANING LADY! OR, maybe it is this young terrorist
bitch with a criminal record who steals license plates and
rams into cars intentionally when PAID OFF TO DO SO, that drive black
colored large FORD EXPEDITION TRUCKS, SIR SHERIFF KJM, and AG MOODY
of great and quite illustrious HOT-OVEN-FLORIDA, YO YO YO YO YO
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
'Same
Title'; wanna' Gimme' a bwake hele, Mizz Margie fucking Leo from
1985, yo!!!!!!!! TANKS, and a big ass super hyper BOOM!!!!
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When you open your eyes
underwater, do you ever worry that you'll drown???????
“Nope-nope-nope-nope”, Jimmy Stewart,
yo!
Well, I did drown in 1995,
in South Atlantic City. Remember, I am the one in 1984 from Highland
Avenue.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
THE
WORLD IS A VERY AMAZING PLACE.
Now
why exactly, Sarah Callio Martino, somewhere in hyperspace;
trapped
me in a lighthouse, and yelled my name out, over and over,
'JoJo-JoJo;
I
will never totally know.
So
let me widen the scope of the topic, so we can see this in a larger
blend of bigger pictures, and out of one tiny confined box; great
ladies and gentlemen. If you don't want your mind to be totally damn
blown all the way from your place where you're reading this, all the
way to Liverpool's mighty and illustrious Count Von-vam-Marcucci's
other 1969 secret classrooms of ultimate mystery; then pweeeeeeze
'stop'
reading this blog
right
now, great folks!
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The
reason that you all are surrounded by physical life is because the
electrons running around in your human-brain are bringing this
illusion to you, just as if you went to the movies and the
dude or duddess upstairs in the projection room are doing the same
thing,bringing the illusion to you that life is going on on a truly
empty screen in front of you. When you reach out to touch any
so-called solid object around you, ever, all you are truly feeling is
an invisible electromagnetic field. That is what is 'solid' and not
the so-called illusionary objects. When a giant wall of water takes a
surfer for a joyful ride at the beach, it is not the water, but the
invisible energy that is moving through that water, one molecule to
another one, The same thing with a great wind from even a twister or
a hurricane. Invisible energy is being transferred from one air
molecule into another one. The air is not moving, and the water is
not moving, no matter how your senses insist that this is not the
case. It may look like it is a real wall of moving water or a huge
twisting debris field in a tornado. It is not however. It is always
just ENERGY, the world of the invisible. This is what Einsteins great
formula was truly all about, and the joke was on him all along. He
never ever concentrated on the inversion of that formula. The energy
of your beingness is all that is real, and your dreams off of this
endless purgatory are just that, DREAMS. To say that everything is a
worthless delusion would not therefore be an inaccurate statement.
When the GASME'S are injected into the mix
however, it does tend to spice it up just a wee fucking bit, don't
you think?
I
have been screwed with by machines under the PAWM-PIE
weaponry-tool of OTAMM-SCUM
for nearly three solid decades on this really bad high level, and
done of this shit is one bit new to me, in fact it's getting very
mother fucking ancient and beyond annoying cubed. Recently since
2008, it has been computer hacking, but take those lovely Harry
Callas digits of that year and invert them and ''up it by one
century'', Doctor Sagan, and we can get things such as, ''Lenny
Record Promoter 1980 McKinnon's, illegal telephone tape recorder''?
Go ahead, tell me how I am incorrect here, and we can do a remake
commercial and get a new young girl with long hair all filled with
shampoo, going, ''WROOOOOOOOOONG''.
I
am really at my mother fucking wits end of cosmically being in daily
situations where I may as well have a group of folks dressed like mob
enforcers in polo jerseys walking up to me; each one giving me that
''you're dead meat'' kind of eye contact, while striking their fists
into their hands; and might as well all be singing in a harmonized
choir, all perfectly pitched; the lyric: “Try
getting out of this one”
if you get me' drift here, me maitees!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So
do I dare
'stay
connected',
Mizz 'Bondi'?
Pam Bondi, Attorney General of Florida
'Stay
Connected'
?????????????????????????????????????
Not
that long ago, kind peeps out here; this machine-magic
of our present age and time,
would literally get you hung as a witch, and then even more recently
when I was growing up, if anyone any where had ever told me
seriously, that things like the internet and all these
wild 'linking'
magic tricks and social-media,
and
all of it,
were really real AND EXISTING SOMEDAY IN MY OWN LIFETIME; I
would have punched them over and over again, until they had fallen
down in lots of fucking pain,
for daring to insult my intelligence to that kind of a degree, yo yo
yo yo yo yo, and yet, HERE WE ALL ARE TODAY AS WE APPRACH MONTH
NUMBER ELEVEN OF TWO THOUSAND AND NINETEEN YEARS OF THE COMMON ERA!
WOW to THAT, Mizz lovely WINFREY, and yes girl, I am down to 199
MOTHER FUCKING POUNDS, and still DROPPING IT OFF GIRL.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
55555555555555555555555555555555555Somebody
is mad at me; Jane Waterbuckets!
10302019-1100-22
MY
COMPUTER CRASHED AT 11 AM, KJM!
I
AM EXPERIENCING A WHOLE LOT MORE OF THIS GODDAMN ASS MAJOR
FUCKING HACKING
TRYING TO GET THIS INTO MY BLOG, AGAIN, MISTER BOB MCDOWELL, FEDERAL
COMMUNICATIONS COMMISSION, SIR AND BUDDY! SSSSSSSSOOOOOO,
MISTER ARTHUR CRANE FROM 1991; WHAT ARE THEY GONNA' FUCKING DO TO ME
NOW; MAKE
ME WASH MY HANDS AND CUT OUT MY LUNGS, AGAIN????
Tora
Lora Lora, Lora Lies, and broken promises; right my wonderful black
birds, all over everywhere, watching over me, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO
YO YO YO YO!!!!
Making
it through July 4 is one thing. There still is the weekend, then the
soon to come twelfth, and the eighteenth; anniversary dates straight
from HELL itself; pertaining to the mighty WASHCLOTH CLAN. Now, am I
correct about all of this, Jenny Washburn, and David Cuzzcleanhands
of Smithtown, NY-USA?????
Morianity Bible For Millennium Three:
My
wonderful PEE; thank you for taking such great care of me. Still,
Dawn and Ann have me kidnapped in that universe; and
I managed to dream-flash away
a couple hours ago; but it was horrible! I
suppose this family will have me trapped with them forever,
fifth dimensionally. There is just no dam escape. The lightbulb won't
ever ever ever come on; will it my wonderful awesome daughter,
PEE??????????????
MY
OLDER DAUGHTER IS HACKING THE LIVING HELL OUT OF ME, AND THIS IS
EVERY BIT AS BAD AS 2008 AFTER CHASE TOLD HER THAT I HAD PURCHASED
HER MUSIC PROJECTS, AND AFTER I LOADED IN THE COMPUTER ONE JUST FOR
FUN. SHE SOMEHOW KNEW I WOULD DO THIS, AND EVER SINCE, IT IS AS IF
SHE JUST LIVES TO DO THIS TO ME! Y JIMMY Y, Y IS SHE DOING ALL OF
THIS TO ME; JIMMY DINERSECRETS FROM FREAKING ASS HELL???????????
I NEED YOUR HELP MY WONDERFUL PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE PEE, and maybe this is you playing with me, no one would believe this, I only typed PEE one time, then after that, the margin of the document altered, then the color went to bright white, and I just now changed it back.
Now Jane Sleazeweedsfuckingdisease just nailed me at page eleven of fucking cunt lapping eleven, the rotten monster slapping fucking miserable muscle bound whore!!!!!
PEE, I am going
to try something huge. I am taking a deck of playing cards, and I
want you to tell me as I place them down now, if you are here inside
of this computer as a T3E, which numbers you wish me to be aware of.
The joker cards and the royal cards are removed, and all that's left
is the ace through ten cards of the four suits. Man if this works,
this is gonna' be so way cooler than any high powered cassette decks
and amps that ran on twice the electrical power for beyond RIAA
quality standards that even today's best digital electronics cannot
yet accomplish. Even shit like remaining
transistorized parts on the mother board,
bypassed
by higher heat yet still used to make the system function, way back
in late 1980 somewhere at a New Jersey apartment living room on early
afternoons, before leaving for job at the RPL Sound Recording
Studios. Now, if you are inside this machine, write down or memorize
the 40 cards. OK, I have shown all 40 cards to the machine. I now am
going to begin some writing that the hacks can be used to show me
numbers from one through forty of this deck of cards. Let me go on
with the blog and see if indeed, my wonderful PEE can do something
here, as I feel she is now inside my computer, asleep from her
parallel universes of course, where she is just as much tangible and
physical as I am right now, here.
Now
when I wanted to change color on the pasted in other font a short
while back, it did not work on the first try, and the mouse kept
losing the highlight, as many times it does over and over, but this
hack made it work on try number two, so I am going to see what card
number 2 in in the deck, and this deck will not be altered, and thus
will throughout this experiment, always have the same card, such as
card one will always be 2-H. Card two will always be 3-S. Letters
mean H-HEART, S-SPADE, C-CLUB, D-DIAMOND. Now this second card is a
three of spades in the cycle of this deck. If I can communicate with
this hack using this, and find it to be PEE,
or MERRY,
I will of course keep experimenting. This might just be the
revelation of the decade for me, but I am not going to get my hopes
up anywhere near yet, lads and lassies. I want so badly to have some
contact with my daughters, and yet, I don't trust either one of them
very much, as they seem to think a lot of stuff is funny, that is not
at all funny, especially MY. I would really hope this to be a new
communicative tool, but it
reminds me too much of MC's sense of humor!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She and
Sarah Karge know only too well, they share too many things for me not
to believe what I do, bulldozers and Bolivar Hotel heat all just one
part of this very nasty business, am I right; Estelle Anderson
Imlandingnow Bassler; of Ormond Beach, North Florida?
SO
W—O—W,
MISTER
MICROSUCKS LIGHTBULB!!!!!!!!!!!!
SSSSSSSSOOOOOO,
Arthur Crane Himacane, if you're remotely interested, the Atlantic
County Prosecutor's Office is most likely not going to return my
legally paid for Morianity-Foundation website disc, and am awaiting
to hear from them still, as I speak-type. Nothing changes, ever since
the super hyper time huge change that went down, just because I fell
asleep with an earache in 1986 after coming back from a trip into the
Pine Barrens of New Jersey one late night, with my pal, David Charles
Roth, and nothing was ever the same. I believe that OLD TESTAMENT
MORIANITY has a quote regarding this, so I will paste it in right
here. The 6th dimension contains answers to every question that ever
has plagued or interested mankind since it crawled out of the seas. I
began my bible for no other reason in 1995, than simply put, and
using mortal Earth language; I awoke from a dream on the morning
of
August fifteen, 1986, and upon awakening I came here, wherever here is. NO ONE ON GODS GREEN-BROWN EARTH will believe me when I tell them that the place that I fell asleep from the night before was not where I am now, and have been since this outlandish occurrence. Since this happened, some things are similar, and some things are quite different. When I came to the library today to write this blog, my reading glasses vanished and turned up in a very weird spot, and then a crazy person tried intentionally to hit my car while I was merely attempting to normally park. Things like this occur constantly, and thousands of hellish things worse, every year since this hell began in 1986, whereas before all of this, my life was boring and dull, not great, but certainly not TOTAL FREAKING HELL. I have been in a death-hell sentence for 20 years now, and all from doing no more than waking up from a spurious and crazy dream, where I lived in Atlantic City, NJ, but in an entirely altered reality, some might refer to as a parallel universe.
August fifteen, 1986, and upon awakening I came here, wherever here is. NO ONE ON GODS GREEN-BROWN EARTH will believe me when I tell them that the place that I fell asleep from the night before was not where I am now, and have been since this outlandish occurrence. Since this happened, some things are similar, and some things are quite different. When I came to the library today to write this blog, my reading glasses vanished and turned up in a very weird spot, and then a crazy person tried intentionally to hit my car while I was merely attempting to normally park. Things like this occur constantly, and thousands of hellish things worse, every year since this hell began in 1986, whereas before all of this, my life was boring and dull, not great, but certainly not TOTAL FREAKING HELL. I have been in a death-hell sentence for 20 years now, and all from doing no more than waking up from a spurious and crazy dream, where I lived in Atlantic City, NJ, but in an entirely altered reality, some might refer to as a parallel universe.
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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
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I
have my plans, PERIOD, Fred Sanford. So beat me up if you want to
Esther, you old fish eyed fool!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEE.
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all kids in a sandbox
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all kids in a sandbox
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all kids in a sandbox
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all kids in a sandbox
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all kids in a sandbox
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all kids in a sandbox
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When
I tried to repair a red squiggly line on Mizz Moody's web-page with
all those 'magical links', huh lovely P.H., the fucking CUM-PUKE-HER
crashed. WOW THAT! Where are the 'garden hoses', John and Merry?
AND
THIS IS NOT JUDGE JUDY'S PLAYPEN, IT IS MORIANITY FOR MILLENNIUM-3,
SO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! I
PROMISE YOU THAT,
Larry,
Curly, and MO;
so keep on yuk yuk yukking, all that you wish to; WEEEEE!!!
JULY
5, 2014,
SATURDAY
MORNING AT 9:34,
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA,
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE, 86 DEGREES FNHT.
GOING
TO 91 AND WILL FEEL CENTURY+MARK AGAIN.
79%
HUMIDITY, FEELS 99 DEGREES ON HEAT INDEX, YUK CHUCK.
Nothing
I now say is news to me, and I have sat on shit like this since at
least 1980, and major stuff all fits together in ways beyond what
anyone can imagine, but we wil leave that part of shit blank for now.
Ever
notice how timeless Morianity is, and ever wonder what other fucking
ANITY
appears to also be? In any event, I know that I fucking have, lads
and lassies, YO!
I
used to notice that if I said much more than hello, how are you, in
blogs, to PP, he was god dam ready to come down here to my place and
to quote him 100% on a voice mail in twenty-twelve, “kick my
fucking ass”. I can't know is shit is pissing off peeps, if they
sit there and don't tell me. Then again, just what's the fucking
rational explanation for my telling a very tear jerking sad ass story
such as my last blog from New Jersey, and some crumb on the
UNEXPLAINED
MYSTERIES BLOGGER WEBSITE,
comments back to me a very mean FUCK ME comment? I think it was on
the day that I first saw that fucking comment around summer time in
twenty-ten, that I totally fuckiGN knew this world was worthless,
ignorant, and beyond any hope of repair. I do not believe in aliens
or any life out in outer space. But if there was any, why in the name
of the fuckiGN gods would they wish to set foot on this mucous filled
pile of horse crap? Think about it dead fuckiGN seriously, good
people, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Try not to make me LOBO-2, wonderful
daughter, AHA! I see my (FUCKIGN-HACK) is back, FCC, Bob McDowell!
I
hope my hyperspace pal the great Ice Tea doesn't kick my little ass
for saying this, but I have learned throughout me' tiny fragile and
frail whittle insignificant life, that not all things can be solved
by shooting out employer office windows, and this leads me to what I
said on these days as per the above CAPPED-IN time and date posting.
I said that if things don't change, the streets will resemble Rikers
Island of NYC, and I was pretty damn accurate. The upstairs cunt
lapping furniture assholes are at it again, so I can only wish that
they were getting that wild incredible punch that he gave that
under-cuv dude who slugged lovely Rollins in the gut at that NYC
gasoline station, and no, not at a POWER TEST GASOLINE STATION, but
still, WOW what a punch, yo!!! Too bad we are not good buds here in
this part of the hyperspace. Still, last night I was visited by lots
of nasty insects whom I have sent back to the Purgatory recently, and
they were biting me and cursing at me. The only thing missing,and
thank the damn gods for it, was TEA'S mighty GUT PUNCH. AGAIN, WOW.
Even gorgeous Keisha from 1999 would have to be somewhat impressed,
and this lovely giant AA teen fractured my right arm in one
HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE powerful pounding. You could hear my bone
fracturing a half a mile down the courtyard at once was the
Finnesteere Apartments where in 1975, I walked through and cussed out
our wonderful LORD, King Akoslem, for allowing me to be assaulted in
where else, but good ol' ATLANTIC
CITY, NEW JERSEY, USAESMWG.
Gee Wiligars people!!!!!!!!!!! Here comes that fucking cunt
trustworthy (`~HACK) yo yo yo yo, kind Sheriff Ken Mascara,
sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW AGAIN!
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TRANSMISSION.
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