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MAJOR COMPUTER HACKING IS HAPPENING TO ME, SHERIFF MASCARA, AND WOW AM I GETTING MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING ELDER ABSUE TOO; AND THIS IS A MAJOR MOTHER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE. I WAS STRUCK HARD WITH A CUNT CHEWING DEATH WEAPON EARLY THIS AFTERNOON WHILE IN BED, AND WHEN I GOT UP, I HAD TO SPEND A LOT OF TIME IN MY COCK SUCKING SHITHOUSE, AND THEN I HAD TO TAKE A MASSIVE DOSAGE OF MY METAMUCIL TO GET ME FEELING BETTER, AS WELL AS GETTING ME SAFE TO OPERATE, WITHOUT A BATHROOM WITHIN ARMS REACH OF ME. MAGNESONIC WILL MAJOR ASS FUCKING COUNTERSTRIKE THIS DEATH ASSAULT ON ME, SIR; AND THAT IS A TOTAL PROMISE!

















ALL 'LEEEEEGAL', & FIRST AMMENDMENT!





THE FUCKING CUNT MOUSE JUMPING HACK IS MAJOR BAD, MY 'FAST BOOST' SYSTEM STOPPED WORKING BEFORE I EVEN GOT ONTO MY CUNT CHEWING OFFICE PROGRAM, AND AS STATED, THE SHIT ASSAULT ON ME THIS AFTERNOON WAS OFF THE SCALE BAD, PROBABLY A MAJOR FUCKING CUNT CHEMTRAIL OPERATION WITH THE MILITUFORCE'S POISONOUS COVERT ACTIVITY! SOSO-WEIN-SSDD?????

















IF THISSSSSSSSSSSSSS FUCKING CUNT SHIT KEEPS ON THISSSSSSSSSSSSSS GODDAMN BADLY, YO; MY MSTS WILL BE AT THE NEAR FINAL OF ABSOLUTE FUCKING FINAL RED STAR LOCATION, ON TUESDAY'S NEXT RATING, THANX-2-GIVENS DAY BEING JUST PAST IT BY FIVE DAYS, AND VERY APPROPRIATE, HUH YO??? I WANTED TO GO SOMEWHERE FUCKING CUNT TOMORROW, AND NOW I REALIZE THAT I MUST WAIT FOR THIS GODDAMN FUCKING HOLLIDAY-HELLIDAY TO PASS, AS FEDERAL HOLIDAYS CLOSE DOWN ALL PUBLIC PLACES. I NEED TO CHECK ON WHY I HAVE NAUT RECEIVED SOMETHING THAT MY T.D. BANK TOLD ME THAT I WOULD BE GETTING IN THE MAIL BY THE END OF NOVEMBER, AND WHEN YOU ARE POVERTY FUCKING TRAPPED, AND STUCK IN A FAR LESS THAN DESIREABLE NEIGHBORHOOD SUCH AS I AM; I NEED TO ALWAYS CONCERN MYSELF WITH THINGS SENT IN THE MAIL, AS WELL AS THAT MAJOR THREAT THAT WE ALL MUST ENDLESSLY FACE IN THESE ROTTEN CURRENT TIMES, IDENTITY-THEFT AND ELECTRONIC THEIVERY, YO YO YO YO, AND NOW I MUST PUT OFF GOING TO MY BANK UNTIL FUCKING ASS FRIDAY. THIS OF COURSE MAKES ME UPSET THROUGH ANOTHER FUCKING HELLIDAY-WHOREADAY-HOLLIDAY SHERIFF, BUT THEN KIND SIR, YO, WEIN SIR????????????????????????????
































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Good moanin' to the universe. Here are the stats for this 26th day of good-ol' wovwee November. Gee whiz, I was in Atlantic City last night in 5th dimensional hyperspace, and for the first time in many decades, talking to a transdimensional Ziggy, who was not crippled there from polio, who loved jogging, and no longer sat on cardboard pieces on the beach, but rather, on a very nice expensive looking beach towel, right due east of the good old Ripley's Believe It Or NAUT place on the boardwalk just several yards to the south of the great famous Central Pier. As for Delmo Cifaloglio; we can see a whole lot of powerful connections through and via the wonderful Lawtronically controlled, managed, and operated, and Morianity-Labeled JRSS (James Redfield Synchronicity syndrome). You know, BE REAL here Bob Schleigh from the great MAFCO place in Camden, New Jersey, USA-ESMWG, come on yo. DELMO



My dance DEMO tunes, the state of Delaware who originally my vocalist was supposed to come over to the Maxfield Sound Studio in the spring of 1980, from before being SUDDENLY MYSTERIOUSLY CAUGHT WITH ILLEGAL DRUGS and totally BUSTED!!!!! I'm quite sure a lot more things will jump out at me as I go on examining this newest and vely vely powerful non-McDowell-JRSS deal! My four DELMO TUNES that until vely recently I called my 4 DEMO TUNES, have many wild connections into the endlessly unfathomable and quite 'tricky' non-WOMO JRSS, and countless other MILITUFORCE related items from over the past four to six decades in my STM interactions, as the Mountainpen, and AKA 'Mark Wayne Mohr'.





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Yes sir, Mister David Leigh Smith, I found it very difficult to believe such an incredible reality, back in the autumn of 1970, that I saw upon returning from the other school, and back to Hopkins Lane and your class, on that middle late afternoon. She didn't hack herself out!!!!!!!! BUTTTTTT, she was about t appear in a year or two as our wonderful COOLEY HALL CHRISTMAS ANGEL, and yesssssssss, Erica Kane, singing Christmas songs to boot. However, the farm outside of Haddonfield turned that boot into my own personal DAMN BOOT HILL with a grand total of 3,010 lovely robins, all TWEETING AWAY somewhere OUT THERE INTO THE NEGATIVELY PROJECTED PHOTON SPACE OF ANTIMATTER for crissake; me' Unk Jesus-62.

1802+1102+506=3,410 total robins, yo!



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JANE FUCKING WORTHLESS SLUT NOTFONDAUONEBIT SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE JUST FUCKING SCREWED ME REALLY REALLY 'NON-HELEN ZEBRISKI' 'GOUUUUUUUUD', WITH HER MOTHER FUCKING ONES-ASSAULT ON ME; SO I NOW NEED TO FUCKING CUNT PHLEGM RAPE, OR (COMPENSATE YO)!!!!!!!!





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IS SAYING THIS TO YOU BOY,

YOU BRING ME THRILL AND JOY.

WHEN YOU JUST TOUCH ME,

WHAT CAN I SAY?



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Without burning in fire back in 1969, or any other Mike outdoor grill Mitryk year that is soon to follow that one; I will say one thing that absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with thrill or joy or fires or passion of magical PATTY'S. That is that I do not need the great illustrious NG-ADS (New Group-Alpha Deep Six), to tell me what I already knew before I ever met him. The one thing that I never told that he said to me was some details regarding how he believes certain FAWCES use people in various ways and that these exact ones that are working on me to write these blogs these many years now, only want these blogs written and nothing else at all. To accomplish their laudable goal and mission, it matters nothing at all how much I must suffer in order to get it done. Sounds pretty horrendous, and so does another BIBLE as well. We all know what is getting said and we all know that things no matter how monstrously horrific they are, MUST INDEED HAPPEN at least according to these powerful FAWCES, mentioned by coworker Mister Hall, as well as the great writers of the 1977 Star Wars Movie. I doubt that the apostle Peter wanted to be all miserable the day Christ was sentenced to die by the Roman Empire. I doubt that even old Judas wanted to end up miserable and hanging from a tree. I certainly doubt that Jesus wanted to die in agonizing and excruciating pain up on a damn cross. FAWCES make a lot of things happen, and it seems to this mere damn mortal that no matter how horrible these events may be, including my Huntington Curse, none of us have one damn choice in the matter. This of course tells me that the concept of FREE WILL is tremendously misunderstood by the current day populations of the human race. All of that aside however, Sir NG-ADS told me that these FAWCES want these blogs done for some future generation that's way more enlightened than is the current one. He also told me that in order to make it happen, I need to suffer in hellish nightmares. My blogs get way better when I am under the damn guns of these putrid FAWCES than when I am NAUT, Mizz Blake. Seems very monstrous mean and quintessentially unfair, ON DAM STEROIDS. But alas, what can I do? Now that we have established that I do NAUT know what to do or what to say, with or without any transdimensional modern day musicals such as the 'OTHER' HYPER-SPACE-MECHANICS FROM THE DISNEY PEEPS; let me move still onward with this, as well as some Storing High In Transport that this all leads into, as we continue exploring here. Before I do go on, there are no quick absolute easy answers in any of this, kind folks, yo, and yes Mike Soft, kind folksinger people like lovely Melanie Safka back in the early seventies too, yo BRAHHHHH!!!!!! I say this because there may indeed be a real powerhouse truth to the NG-ADS dude, and what he said to me late in 2018, here in the PHA Community Room one afternoon; but there is also another more hidden and sinister part to this wild non singular polar reality. David Roth recognized this awesome powerful truth also that I will now reiterate. He believed in NOT JUST ONE FACTION WITHIN MY ENEMY THAT I WENT ONTO RENAME MANY TIMES, AND EVENTUALLY LABELING IT THE WOMO-MILI-2-FORCE, after I began the Morianity Blogs later to be referenced as the 'BOM'! When I went to color in the H-S-M a few lines back and then underline those letters, as shown above, a faction that tries to discourage my telling what is being done to me on these damn blogs, screwed with me and made the 'H' letter switch back to black, totally defeating the purpose of what I was cleverly referring to here, and we all know it.


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THE GLOBAL ENLIGHTENMENT OF MORIANITY.







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MISERABLE ROTTEN JANE WHORE BASTARD SLEAZEWEEDSDISEASE JUST FUCKING CUNT GOT ME AGAIN, WITH HER CUNT LAPPING ONE-ONE-ONE-ONE SHIT, 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 YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






























YES BEAUTIFUL 'PATTY HHH', THIS HACKING IS MAKING ME WANT TO BURN WITH FIRE, LOVELY QUEEN OF THE WICCAN LANDS, AND BLUE CANDLES AT THE J-CEM!!!!!!!!!! Oh well gorgeous Mizz Irene Cara, at least they're NAUT damn 'FLASHDANCE MEMORIES' of so many wild 'BULLISH DJIA ICPE-APE-TECH' other great and unfathomable skating rinks!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

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THIS IS TOTALLY WEEDEEKIWUSS, KATY ABSEACON QUEEN!

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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 ON THIS SUPER BOTBAR 27th DAY IN NOVEMBER OF 2019, WITH MAX-POWER AGAINST whoever pounded this poor pathetic elderly man with major health assaults today, and whoever is hacking this computer, and causing roaches that never stop, as well as recent utility assaults against me, 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).







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THIS IS MOTHER FUCKING WEEDEEKAWUSS LOVELY KATY AND GAL-PAL IN THE FUTURE OF CLINTON'S GREAT WIFE, 'THE HILL', OR AS THEY MIGHT SAY IN THE HARRAH CASINO OTHER ATLANTIC CITY CLUB OF ENDLESS GAMBLERS, 'THE OTHER HILL'; as we are certainly NAUT discussing the 3,010 ROBINS, OR THEIR ENDLESS STUPID TWEET-TWEET-TWEETS, OR THE BLUEBIRDS, OR THE GRERAT SIXTIES HIT ROCK AND ROLL SONGS EITHER, YO!!!!!!!!! There was a lot of fucking CUM-PUKE-HER (COMPUTER) HACKING GOING ON, WHILE I WAS DOING THAT PARTICULAR GODDESSDAMN PARAGRAPH; FCC, ACLU, FBI, STATE POLICE, AND LOCAL PEEDEE IN FORT PIERCE, AND OF COURSE, ME' WONDERFUL SHERIFF KEN MASCARA, IN ALL PARALLEL AND ALTERNATE REALITIES ENDLESSLY EXISTING ALL AROUND ME, 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









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I want people out here to know how much I do appreciate your interest in my truths. No one ever said that I have to be right, but it is kind of funny. I have actually had people go almost nuts in a futile attempt to prove what I claim to be real and happening around me, is not accurate, or is some kind of mental delusion and illness. I openly admit to mental illness running in my family. Many diseases do in fact run in family lines, cancer, heart problems, and others. But, and all butters and cheeses and parallel world joking aside here; I will never go too far to where any possible innocent person or persons would be irreparably hurt by my blogs, especially if they continue to grow in size and readership. I AM ONLY AFTER THE TRUTH, and unfortunately, many times, the truth is anything by painless. Still, even if I do end up going all the way to the 8th RED STAR in the Secrets Thermometer Scale (STS) kind people; I will NAUT go out of my way to totally wipe out anybody's name or reputation. Believe this however, please: If I ever really told ALL OF IT, I may still NAUT get the vindication that I would deserve to have, but IT WOULD ABSOLUTELY CAUSE MANY PEOPLE ENOUGH AGONY to where I feel that I would truly have to answer for my deeds, in this life possibly, and in eternity, most definitely!









Thank you for being a loyal 'Morian' or at least, an interest Blogaudian, whoever anyone out here might be. I will try to limit my cursing as time goes on, and now that I am being taken seriously enough so that my numbers are not some third grade school kid's blog; I will even try that much harder to arrange things better, and not be, as the great Terry Scatterbrain Egg Harbor resident would accuse me of being, “All over the place and scatter-brained”! But as you all know by now, or you will as you read still onward, this is a blog that is NAUT about current events unless they totally tie into my problems, nor is this a blog that can be started on day one and go perfectly in some book-organized and professionally done, chronological order. Still, I'll keep trying to make improvements if you all try and stay with me. I have said this all along and feel the need for reiteration here. I never did and never will mean a single soul one bit of harm, that is unless they are part of this ongoing conspiracy to totally absolutely wipe out my life, without cause, without mercy, without justice!













Cut me a break here, Marge Leo, yo!



JULY 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.



1 2 3 4 5-----WEEK 0

6 7 8 9 10 11 12----WEEK 1

13 14 15 16 17 18 19----WEEK 2

20 21 22 23 24 25 26----WEEK 3

27 28 29 30 31



AUGUST 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2----WEEK 4

3 4 5 6 7 8 9----WEEK 5

10 11 12 13 14 15 16---WEEK 6

17 18 19 20 21 22 23---WEEK 7

24 25 26 27 28 29 30---WEEK 8

31


SEPTEMBER 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5 6-----WEEK 9

7 8 9 10 11 12 13----WEEK 10

14 15 16 17 18 19 20----WEEK 11

21 22 23 24 25 26 27----WEEK 12

28 29 30



OCTOBER 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4--------WEEK 13

5 6 7 8 9 10 11-------WEEK 14

12 13 14 15 16 17 18-------WEEK 15

19 20 21 22 23 24 25-------WEEK 16

26 27 28 29 30 31



NOVEMBER 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1--------WEEK 17

2 3 4 5 6 7 8--------WEEK 18

9 10 11 12 13 14 15-------WEEK 19

16 17 18 19 20 21 22-------WEEK 20

23 24 25 26 27 28 29-------WEEK 21

30



DECEMBER 1969

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5 6----------WEEK 22

7 8 9 10 11 12 13---------WEEK 23

14 15 16 17 18 19 20---------WEEK 24

21 22 23 24 25 26 27---------WEEK 25

28 29 30 31



JANUARY 1970

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3-----------WEEK 26

4 5 6 7 8 9 10----------WEEK 27

11 12 13 14 15 16 17----------WEEK 28

18 19 20 21 22 23 24----------WEEK 29

25 26 27 28 29 30 31----------WEEK 30







FEBRUARY 1970

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7------------WEEK 31

8 9 10 11 12 13 14-----------WEEK 32

15 16 17 18 19 20 21-----------WEEK 33

22 23 24 25 26 27 28-----------WEEK 34



MARCH 1970

S. M. T. W. T. F. S.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7-------------WEEK 35

8 9 10 11 12 13 14------------WEEK 36

15 16 17 18 19 20 21------------WEEK 37

22 23 24 25 26 27 28------------WEEK 38

29 30 31













You know it's funny, Mister poor-shot Marcucci, whose last days were numbered after my entering the 1802 fated situation of the ASTRAL -PLANE GODS; how I can't get that tune out of my minidroids 'MIND', Sir Mike Soft Hellishness HELLWRECKER-SPELLCHECKER YO. You know, the one that goes, “Under the boardwalk, I'm having some fun, under the boardwalk, and so forth. Oh well, Patty had more fun than I did that day as I was a bit scared, but looking back on it now, Lads, Lassies, Lab-dogs, and Lab-Techs everywhere; “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!! “LIKE WOW”!!!!!!!!!!





CHAPTER 112



HELL IS FIXED IN STONE AND FIRE, (HIFISAF)







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I have some new dirt bag nabes from hell. I will find out more tomorrow from my Resident Manager, Mizz Marotto; and you can bet on that.







I really fucking feel like taking a dam flying leap off of the most beautiful places on Earth, and flying around; until Jenny Washburn goes totally fucking nuts in the dam head, proving nothing still, of course!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Her words.





Hey, you either like big red squares, or you don't. Nobody's going to go to fucking jail over this!!!!!







Me; I like ice cream and swimming in oceans and watching lightning storms when they are so close I can feel the currents on my skin. Speaking of lightning, she likes waterfalls, the taller the better. Of course with me, I'm always telling her out in Plank (Purgatory), regarding her super wild intense beyond surreal kisses, “the wetter, the better”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So in other words, we all enjoy a wide variety of many various dam things, lads and lassies, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tonight, I will be taking Lightning Goddess Diana to some lovely Astral waterfall. Taking her there makes her get really romantic. Don't even try going here!!!!!








Now my daughter; she loves butterflies. But then, most people who love beautiful things of nature, would go kind of wild when they see a whole slew of Monarch Butterflies. Am I wrong, folks?








No pirate jokes from Gloucester City, please. In return, I won't yell out, “Shark, shark, shark” oh wonderful 1968 Aunt Ruth of 175 Peninsula Drive, up in the north country. WEEEEEEEEEE!!!






















Now folks; I do love flowers, and I have been with girls named Susan in my life; but if they are as big and strong as Patty-Paula the great one; may they never associate me with their wrath, in the form of any Black Eyed Susan's!!!!!!!! Sheriff Mascara sir, the milituforce just brought back their nasty mother fucking WORD-DISAPPEARING-HACK, kind sir!!!!!!!!!! Oh boy, to quote my wonderful late mommy, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

























Summer days, autumn rays, and hold that freaking dam mayonnaise. Law & Order needs to update their info concerning the great and powerful Mayo Clinic. They wouldn't even talk to me when I was dying earlier this year, because I wasn't rich and didn't have millionaire insurance like fuckiGN Blue C/BS. WOW is this country a messed up place to live in, great Pope, your Eminence and Holy Father Sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!












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Oh boy oh boy oh boy, Mom and Mashell D.

Above you will find yours truly, and on my right side is the lovely and awesome Attorney General of Florida, Mizz Pam Bondi, beyond red hot!!!!!! On my left side, is the great and powerful non-OZ-wizard, Sheriff Kenneth J. Mascara, of Saint Lucie County, here in Florida, USA. So WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!























The great wonderful terrific marvelous Donna, when not involved in auto crashes with me, or arguments about my wild theories and concepts of transdimensional life, might tell me, ''Mark you buttwipe, it is gonna' be all right, in the morning light''. Well Donna, I am not too sure any more, about that one, but I am thinking along the lines of Mister McNulty when he was a young lad in his middle teens, and his somewhat famous saying that went, “AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




























GEE WILLIGARS AND CAT WHISKERS, Muffin and Toughy Ponti, from 1966. These mother fuckers are persecuting me and violating my cunt chewing fucking civil rights, SHERIFF, god dam it. They are constantly fuckiGN with my computer illegally. They froze me all up again sir. This is not mother fuckiGN fair. Why won't you god dam fuckiGN help me, sir???










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PLEASE TELL THAT WICKED WITCH SARAH TO RELEASE ME FROM ALL OF LIFE'S LIGHTHOUSE PRISONS, SHERIFF SIR!!!!!!!!!!





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Filthy fuckiGN whore Jane Fonda is back on another of her cunt huffing rolls to really dick licking screw me up with ONES. She struck me hard with another fuckiGN cunt page eleven of eleven, and I'll need to compensate now with my god dam fives, YO BRAH!!!










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My life is beyond mother fucking hell; Doctor Skota, great drummers from Hal Blaine and your young protege, fowl summer camp soapy mouth language, and all of this and more, notwithstanding.









The jerk off nabes across from me seem to either be new, or just acting up. It was them the other night that were partying late and not James and his peeps as originally suspected. It is them slamming away, and it is them making all sorts of power tool sounds and noises. I am a super mother fuckiGN klutz out, just spilling half a glass of water out in the kitchen a few minutes ago, and it is constant death angels, klutz attacks, and noise, and bull fucking shit!









Since I am under such monstrous surreal fucking supernatural outlandish cunt chewing siege that is totally fucking cunt unrelenting; I am going to tell something, as a retaliatory strike, that is dangerous to say, and I need to remind anyone out here that this is not by any means, an idea to use, nor is it my opinion to pursue any aggressive or violent act against any laws of any land now or at any time, but for informational purposes only, is it being written and this knowledge being given. Well, you already read what I wrote. If you want to read it again, it is no big deal to click the right margin of my blog. It was Chapter 108. Like DUH and Hyundai fucking automobiles, YO BRO!!!!





















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SEPTEMBER 24, 2015

THURSDAY NIGHT AT 10:10,

HERE IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA.

CURRENT TEMPERATURE, 79 DEGREES FNHT.

HUMIDITY IS 88%, FEELING LIKE 85 DEGREES.

WIND IS ENE AT 3, WITH GUSTS TO 9.

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WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW, AND WO, BILLY HARNER!!!
















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