SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0012

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
SAFE JOURNAL, BLOG CHAPTER 0012
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Subtitled work: I MADE MANY MISTAKES, THE LARGEST IN 1954


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I am wishing every single second that I could find the magical way of escaping forever into endless death and oblivion, total and absolute eternal sleep, but 2 no avail. Alas, here I AM, so what’s new there, huh? Just now, the computer decided 2 play a game with me and I have wasted a long time just having a library computer expert assist me here and getting things right with this machine. First, the 6th dimension knew I was coming here, it sent me here, so it should know. That is the key point that needs 2B seen here by readers. The DS knows all, does all, makes it all go down, A-Z, 0-9, and that peeps, is the long and the short of everything, right there and that is that!!!!!!! With my totally new awareness level, all things R making much more sense, and each time I try and blame a person, or a machine, or an animal, or any living or non living being or entity or force, instantly, I revert back in all may thinking, a million years, and all the questions resurface all over again, when really, the truth and in its fullness, has been staring med right in the kisser all freaking along. Still, the 6th-D made Gene Roddenberry come 2 life on this Earth, be born, grow up 2B many things, one being a great famous sci-fi writer, and do the Star Trek show, and the opening pilot episode, THE MANAGERIE, the original movie leading 2 the 2 part show renamed, ‘THE CAGE’. Yes the cage I feared has become my zoo, and the rest of my apology song is just about ready 2 go up, but not 2 who and what I believed all this time wants it, but up 2 the 6th dimension. I have been a major fool 4 a very long time, 2B deceived by things when all along, I really did know better, or at least should have, on many basically conscious and aware waking levels of my human self here on this rotten Earth. Putting things into such a major new light, life still only gets more dismal 4 me. Nothing gets better, it cannot, and the true genius was never Albert, it was good old none other than Howard Solomon!!!! The more U know about anything, the more that we all cannot help seeing, flashes brilliantly in front of our bedazzled eyes, unless we R total brain dead meat heads like most of old Archie Bunker’s pals from Queens, New York, USAESMWG. The more we come 2 understand and learn, an attached outer horizon from there also expands, and not linearly but somewhere between geometrically and quantitatively. Once U know that numbers exist, U learn that they go on and on and on. When U understand a million, U usually know that much larger numbers must B out beyond this simply because a child can take a crayon and keep adding more than 6 zeros onto a digit from 1-9, YO. I am totally bugged out by the 6th dimension and all that it really appears 2 both encompass and control. None of this particular stuff being said by me right now is of utter major importance, so permit me please 2 end this topic right here 4 right now, ‘thank U’ Pat, and also thank U4 all the overtime hours back at Ernie’s hall, sometimes referred 2 also SIR PRINCE, as the RPL Sound Recording Studios of Camden, NJUSAESMWG. But then, what am I thanking U4 Pat, the 6th dimension is what I should thank, am I correct?

Giant powerful girls and women R all over this area of Florida, where I must suffer and live now on a daily freaking basis. The 6th dimension saw 2 this long B4I ever arrived down here, but they of course saw 2 it that arrive here I would, and all according 2 their perfect and totally precise scheduled operations and plans, also MIGHTY ‘PRINCE’, thought of as ‘games’, in some lower realms by those sometimes referred 2 as GODS. 4 a while, the flirtation lessened, but these crazy girls R more aggressive around here than anything have ever witnessed back home, relative 2 me of course, as 2 a Floridian, visiting New Jersey, back home would B in total reverse, YO!!!!!!! When gods play these games 2 avoid concentrating on non-oblivion and reserved-nirvana 4 the fortunate non-existors, this is not them deciding 2 do this all by themselves, but in fact, the 6th dimension all ready fixed things 2 work in this way. All of the biblical mysteries descramble into crystal clarity in an instant when viewing reality-event in truth, and 2 do this in truth, we need 2 think in 6 full dimensions, as doing anything less than this results in infinite error and imperfection. Just as they made me forget 2 add the word, “SHE” B4 the word “MET”, on a prior blogging work, resulting in a PRIVATE COSMICODED NUMBER THAT MATCHES OUT 50% WITH HER OWN PCN. Y do I keep apologizing 2 Bruce Pennock, when it is the 6th-D that is doing all of this, even causing this cool kit back early in the nineteen-seventies 2 become aware of it and speak so often of it, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hay YO players, this is the truth, and I do not like any of this one bit more than any of U do, but deep down inside, I know that some of U out here know that I am the first mortal who either dares 2 learn this truth, or dares 2 both learn and speak of this truth, publicly. In fact, I do not like being the dude on the shitty end of the stick, not in the games of the gods independent of them playing them or not!!!!!!!!! So UC, even the great ‘parents’ that chased me off the beach when memories were starting 2 resurface 4 me in middle 1994, in that wild powerhouse interaction, with the 600 mile catapult machine, all of it is so much like the GAWNUM, or the D-6. It is all a huge cosmic 5th dimensional jig saw puzzle, and that is all that it ever is, or can B, was or will B, YO!!!!!!! Making more out of it or trying 2 accomplish this feat, is like trying 2 make a banquet feast worth of food handed U from a pantry homeless shelter kitchen.

I am a no good rotten piece of crap and I know it. There is a lot wrong with me, but blaming me is ignorance on your parts, the 6th dimension made me exactly what and who I AM, and it just does not get simpler than this, where is John freaking Henningsen when I need the butt wipe dude, YO?????? OK, so I did some real bad shit as a kid, a teenager, and a man in his early thirties as well. I admit it, 2 the blog, 2 the world. But the 6th dimension DID IT, NOT ME!!!!!!! I cannot beat this thing, I would love 2 with all my freaking ass heart, but there is no beating something so much bigger and more powerful than U, that even attempting 2 conceptualize the ratio difference between the 2, would break a human brain into atoms.

The man from Trinidad Island and not the sixties Hotel of Atlantic City, knows about the article in the Popular Mechanics Magazine, that talked about harnessing the incredible energies produced by the powerful spinning sub atomic particles deep within the atoms. Just today, we were talking about how several other large nations around this globe not only R aware of this technology, but have been using it. Peeps do not believe this, but we know what we know, and it is very scary 2 me, that peeps like NSA and others supposedly looking out 4 this nation and her interests, R allowing ourselves 2 fall so far behind and so quickly. They will tell U their side a wild story should they ever decide 2B honest about things, but they refuse 2C how time needs 2 unlock in both white and black matter space in degrees, causing us our ever present NOW existence. It was the 1st of August if memory is serving me, a hot summers day in Atlantic City, New Jersey, back in the oh-Marola-3 year, when all I had 2 say on my life journal tape recorder, even though the family got their civil and quiet revenge and wiped it all out, and everything else around me as well, that the girl with the little child with her told me something incredible, a total 100% poker bluff, and yet the market dropped hundreds of points the next day and 4 that week, if my memory serves me anywhere near correctly, and if I have the correct year of 2003. Y not call me up and pronounce this word 4 me Misses Marola, Y would U call up and just say, “Hi Mark”, into my voicemail last autumn over at the Kings toilet???????????????? Gee, I guess because this is what D-6 told U2 do, DUH!!!!!!!!!! I did not return 2 the beaches 4 more than 2 years, nearly 3 beach seasons, and this drove those ass holes down there in Sin City East, totally up the wall at 34.7 billion miles per second.

The worst mistake I ever made was being born one day late in the year of 1954, and this is a mistake that I can correct 4 by killing myself. But then, World Labs loves 2 pull off the endless laser trace and make this event totally futile. Still, the mighty family has spoken, and says I am a no good soulless mother lover 2 quote the nicer change that Donna Gaines put on the Hair song late in the nineteen-sixties, and who am I 2 argue with this family, or THAT FAMILY? This clan is all founded from the 2nd greatest world explorer in human history, Christopher Columbus, Vasco Da Gama, and Magellan. Oh well, Magellan may or not B gellin’, but he had his Magne Carta, and I had my Magnesonic, am I right?

I took a nap around 7 or 8 last night and at nearly 9, found myself in a powerful wild interaction with none other than this wonderful family. MC was shouting at Dawn over a telephone that “I am very angry at Mark again” and I could hear ‘her voice’ loud and clear even through the telephone at a distance. Ann was laughing, it was all just funny 2 her, maybe she never tires of watching me get grabbed and chocked by dudes who take me on time road trips 2 future Philadelphia parades in oh-M-8!!!!!!!! Maybe I should say ‘what is left of it’ after the chemtrails did their number. I detest this military, they ruined a fantastic thing, and they and the world should know it. Remember how the flu scare was the big thing not all that long ago, and how some areas were hit so bad while others were missed, these experiments R atrocities, and the only reason that I am OK is because Maggie can always undo what these garbage-peeps can throw at me, others do not have this great machine working 4 them, where has 27 years gone, and is it really over, United States Copyright Examiners???????????? Well, I only know that 4 me, I sure wish it could B, all over, that is.

Yes sir/mahm, my poker days and roulette days, R long over, but there is a bright side 2 all of this, YO, no lady can get onto a bull horn and make fun of me, huh Resorts Casino????????? The name of this blog could double here as “GOOD-BYE 2 THE 80’S”!!! The problem is that the nineties grew far worse, and then do not even get me going on this 21st century, pweeeeeze peeps, YO!!!! There indeed is a lady at the Rite Aid Pharmacy in Berlin, New Jersey, who could share that story first hand, with many more than just branches of the mighty Atlantic City Mayor Robert Levy’s wife’s clan, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don’t die on me Leonard McKinnon, YO PLAYER!!!!!!!!!! 9 of the clock last night, wow did I pop out of a major wild ride through hyperspace. Ann is telling me how she hated all of the dogs, MC was shouting at Dawn that she is angry with me again, and then Dawn did the unthinkable, when she picked up a table and threw it right at my face, totally breaking me into pieces. Then the boys from Kennedy up the coast in what they call the Space Coast sent 50 military planes over 2 the area where this all happened, just not all that far from right here, I believe it was up in Indian River County, where Mi and hubby and several family members all lived in one large home, and Ann and Dawn and I all lived in another one about half a mile away. After they landed and picked up my broken face, they began gluing me back together, and I did not like this, and began my first recent Dominant-Exploratron adventure, of becoming totally lucid and in control of this ‘other-me’ in the hyperspace that I had been ‘dreaming’ through resessantly until the table toss. I turned myself into a powerful future android both indestructible and quite awesome and omnipotent. I stood up and began shooting electrical rays out of my hands at everybody. Suddenly, MC began shouting through dawn’s phone that was still live from them talking a 2nd time, and she told me that “her anger is kindled beyond the 6th dimension”. Then I grabbed the phone from off of the table and began singing 2 her, my apology song that she wants me 2 post up 2 the U-Tube system, and she told me she still is angry but that this did calm her wrath down considerably. She then ordered me 2 stop dominating the interaction, and as soon as I do, I will awaken and it will B nine at night, and I obeyed my TQ, and sure enough, it happened, I awoke, and it was 9 of the clock, right on the freaking dot. When I got back 2 sleep around shy of midnight somewhere, I went straight 2 HER great city, SAHASRA DAL KANWAL, and SSJK took me 2 the Long room in HER palace on KANWAL AVENUE, and I will leave things at the hair-dangling level. She insisted that she did not exact revenge on me with distant members of the family and insisted that I get 2 the library and blog this. I never thought that I had ever accused HER of doing this anyway. Still, She said, BLOG THIS, so I blogged it, Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not a shellfish, and I obey my TQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Peeps, if the 6th dimension is this incredible, and has caused all of this, what then will happen when I begin telling U all what I know about this mightier 7th dimension? Try and imagine endless 7th dimensional realities that have closed curves, and escaping LAWTRONS, at the same time. This is the 8th dimension, this is the mighty YYYYYYYYYYY, the realm of Jimmy and the projects sent down late in the year 1984 from Cinnaminson, New Jersey, 2 the Copyright Office. There is nothing larger than the 8th dimension, how can anything B larger than question of Y?

Governor Shitzenegger, terminate me, IF U CAN, BUD!!!!!!!!

This is all registered protected copyrighted intellectual property of blogger, MICHAEL WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN, also named MARK WAYNE MOHR, from Hammonton, New Jersey, when my 5 year blogging career commenced, on the advice of one gentleman by the name of Christopher Bennett, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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