POOR
POOR PITIFUL WHITTLE ZERANNISS ARTHUR
YANCY JONES OF
DOGTOWN
AKA
MARK WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR OF THE EARTH-PLANET
ZERANNISS
ARTHUR YANCY JONES, from Dogtown,
and then Sahasra Dal Kanwal, thanks to
his lovely beyond white hot teen-queen goddess
SJK, (Sarah Krassle).
''WOLF-WOLF-WOOOOOOOOOLF”,
SIR RICK EID, MISTER $-BAGS!
I
wonder what powerful fucking triple witch put that shit into my ear,
Donna Adrian Gaines, not pulling any punches or power here, but just
sayin'? Oh those candles, PATTY-PAULA, or PEE SENIOR, crissake!
FLORIDA
ATTORNEY GENERAL, THE LOVELY ASHLEY MOODY
Jun
25, 2020 5:00 AM – Jul 2,
2020 4:00 AM
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POOR
POOR PITIFUL NON LR-ME, CHPT. 16
7:12
PM, 2 JULY, 2020, THURSDAY NIGHT
The
weather report on this 2nd of July at approximately
sixteen minutes past seven in the evening is as follows, peeps:
FRIDAY,
3 JULY, 2020 COMMON ERA YEAR.
TIME
OF 'TWC' WEATHER REPORT:---10:05
AM
TEMPERATURE---86
PREDICTED
HIGH TODAY---92
HEAT
INDEX---98
SKY
CONDITIONS---SUNNY
HUMIDITY---74%
WIND---W
AT 6 MPH, WITHOUT GUSTS
BAROMETRIC
PRESSURE---****-*
AIR
QUALITY---GOOD
SUNRISE/SUNSET---6:30
A, 8:20 P
VISIBILITY---***
DEWPOINT---***
PREDICTIONS---80%
CHANCE OF RAIN, AND WITH POSSIBLE THUNDERSTORMS.
Now
for a more detailed hindsight report on yesterday's early evening
major elder abuse MILITUFORCE assault on me
beginning at the beginning of the evening or just past five of the
cunt lapping clock! It was in four parts. I forgot about why I was in
the shower. I was given a major fucking
WOMO-SIEGE DEATH BODY STRIKE diareah attack, and barely made
it to me' terlit, Sir Archibald Bunkerqueens!!!!!!!!!! So there were
three major hits on me, bang-bang-bang;
and they were the body death beam, the harassing scammer phone call
that I've been getting for at least half a decade now, and the giant
cock roach; all within one hour of about five minutes past five,
through five minutes past six. But the first part of this was me
doing something that I've fucking cunt noticed ever since 1983, while
residing at Jerry Pliner's nightmare rental home at 134 Norris Avenue
in Atco, NJUSAESMWG; is a real “NO-NO” thing to do unless I want
my life to immediately and suddenly be visited by these magical
non-schizophrenic fawces of Mister Hall, and
knocking me down to a pile of helpless shit and totally ruining me'
entire day, every cunt huffing time I do it. When I did it in
1983 after seeing a billboard sign on the Jewelly
Horse Pike while driving to the Resorts
International Casino of Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG on
one particular day; I broke down in tears
and cried while driving, and
for the first time in about two months or more, I
lost my roulette game as a direct result,
and got totally fucking cremated. Right before the assault on me
yesterday, about half past four give or take a few dick licking
minutes, I teared up thinking about my Atlantic City nightmare
hellishness, and began to silently cry and ball for about ten minutes
or so, and as I said, WHAMO, I took the assault again that comes with
it. It's accuracy of a parallel event is very near a full 100% of the
mother fucking time, peeps. I believe that crying is no different
than anything unpleasant in our lives. It causes for some strange
reason, a major amount of our energy to be lost, and when our needed
energy supplies are depleted to any major amounts or significance in
some ration of what we need to get through our daily fucking lives,
this allows the bad fawces of Mister Hall, to enter our immediate
proximity and damage us. I would love to hear from peeps who have had
this same similar phenomenon, now that I've hopefully managed to get
peeps more aware and conscious to this wild fucking item that IMHO is
absolutely universal to the entire human collective society, without
exception!
I
was awakened by my noisy idiots from across from me with their doors,
and I played four CNA-SNA tests, and the results were as follows:
5-Group-4W,
7-Group-2W, 3-G-3W, and 9-Group-8W. As of this morning,
Genie-Wheel #A33 is holding an ART of 19.537% BMS, and yes, I fucked
up and printed a wrong ART on my last showing, it was a little higher
than what I printed, just a silly bookkeeping error that I caught and
managed to correct, 'so sahwee' Mister Ambassador, sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh Pearl
Harbor, Hawaii,
USA;
poor poor pitiful non Linda Ronstadt PH,
but yes Mister Ambassador sir, from the PH skin factor to all of the
great mizz Knowitall Hollister PH's, wow do these PH dots keep
shooting me in the groin at the speed of fucking lighthouses and
light, oh wonderful rotten sinful world!!! But getting back to the
four tests so far done on this 3rd July day of 2020 yo,
the 5-Group-4W, 7-Group-2W, 3-G-3W, and
9-Group-8W, on the black chip gaming level of $100.00, the net
pre-vig P&L's are as follows: The first test was $+300, the
second test was $-300, the third test was $+300, and the fourth test
WashCLOTHS WAS Sir Mike Soft Sucks Sir, $+700, for a total pre-vig or
PG profit of $1,000 or ten units. No green vig zero numbers came out
during these 24 spins of this PHR (Paper
Hypothetical Roulette), so the net P&L for these four
tests is 1000-0=$1,000.00 profit in 24 paper-hypothetical spins of
Genie-Wheel #A33. 'WEEEEEEEEEE',
as the great wonderful mighty muscle man, Sir Shoeknockeroutter
Chester-Frank (CF), would put it
so damn eloquently, in the year 2000; oh
lovely misses Cooley Hall Marola.
Now
to get revenge for the death siege on me with last evening's MAJOR
FUCKING DEATH SIEGE, YO YO YO YO YO YO:
©
MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2020
BLOGS
OF MOUNTAINPEN
THIS
BLOGGER WILL REMOVE ANY © MATERIAL UPON
REQUEST.
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 65 YEARS, WITH
MAX-POWER AGAINST ALL PERSONS AND FORCES BEHIND THIS
DEATH ASSAULT EVER SINCE MIDDLE 2019, AND WHOEVER WAS BEHIND THE
MAJOR FUCKING THREE PART HORRENDOUS DEATH SIEGE ON ME YESTERDAY
EVENING, 2 JULY, 2020,
WITH
A
MAJOR HEALTH STRIKE, A MAJOR PHONE HARASSMENT, AND A MAJOR MINIDROID
ASSAULT; and
that is all a part of DONALD
TRUMP'S
ICPE-APE-TECH
death strike
on me since August 15
of 1986;
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.
Somebody
will be real fucking sorry for this one, ol' buddy boy
and Georgie and Uncle Billy, yo yo yo yo yo yo BREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
THE
END, AND SMELLING REAL GOUUUUUD!
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