safe journal, chapter 0046

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
SAFE JOURNAL, BOOK-CHAPTER 0046
WORLD LABS OF 2298-SBT-DATFILE:
CHOO46-120210.602-THURSDAY AFTERNOON
Subtitled: “Different Yachts 4 Different Snots”
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It is a nice cool day in South Florida here on the freaking Treasure-Coast today, PTL, Mister Pat Robertson, sir!

Keep controlling those Ed Himacane’s buddy, still think of that great cassette tape that I made so many copies of that U dictated back in 1980, along with my coworker by day, Mizz Theresa Bruno, YO!!!! But that would B quite a feat if we R speaking purely scientifically, or would it, if we go beyond the realm of waking world realities that 99.9999 percent of your loyal flock that we both know perfectly well will endlessly B incapable of transcending, nor R they able or willing 2 travel outwardly from there, while not ‘asleep’.

Still, keeping in mind, ‘sir’, and ‘others’, that MISTER Steven Murray of Florence Township in the green and garden state of that “place called New Roddenberry Jersey”, most certainly knew and remembered quite a lot more than the majority of the ‘dreaming-in gods’ from the great ‘Astral-Plane’, into ‘here’, wherever HERE really is MISTER AE, qualsmcsquared, whaaaaa. So who is Quals McSquared, and what coded little joke poem is being told today, and Y? Well folks, the 8th dimension is indeed the DIMENSION OF THE “Y”, so let me begin my further elaborations, elucidations, and Onyx UM Ranting’s, referred 2 perhaps upon occasion after blog SJ-CH-0046, as OUMR’s 4 a shortened abbreviation, YO!!!!!!!!!! Well, Paula King should certainly have all these answers, as should many of both her friends as well as her daughter’s friends, still and all, let us talk on 4 a while here on this whittle blogging text peeps, shall we? First, I am being hammered at night with ‘dreaming interactions’ from the GREAT TEEN, also sir Prince, and known by many now through ‘MORIANITY’, as SSJK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some further know that this letter’s out even further into SSJK-MC. This takes care of the late 20th and the first half of the 21st centuries of this mighty omnipotent entity’s Earthly incarnations, huh Rodney, but what ‘really’ did U know about me and HER back in the early nineteen-nineties? That ‘SIR-ROCK’ is truly the amazing equation, Nurse Roddenchappeldroid, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did I just say, the “AMAZING EQUATION”, SHEEEEEEEIIIT, how powerful is symbolism, or did I mean 2 type and print, the letters of STM? Like, DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Again, 99.9999999% of anyone awake and reading these words on a physical world website R all in the ONYX-UM CLUB in varying degrees and on various graduations and levels, and that is quite totally freaking understandable, YO. Still and all, the nasty thing this jerk said on my final, UM-SIE BLOG, proves 2 a really enlightened world society, precisely what I am indeed forced 2 relentlessly endure and suffer through here in my life, and only does me a gargantuan-ass fucking favor. So bring it on ‘World’, ‘Apollo-Lucy’, and Journal Tape number 1786. Just crash that glass into my fingers there, along with American Appliances, refrigeration systems, and years called end of golden fate-1986, and even hills that R made of pure Cherry, or in the case of permission barriers and copyrighted authors such as MOUNTAINPEN, valleys of freaking raspberries, YO!!!!!!!!! Does STM still sound so totally off the wall, really peeps, RU all really so hopelessly and totally freaking dense beyond any hope, YO? But Miss Andrews, R any of these hills alive with the vibrations of perfectly layered harmonics, known also SIR-P as “MUSIC”?????????????? Oh the many great and lovely JEWELLY’s of my freaking endless life, sheeeeeeeiiit!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do not ever** E-V-E-R**E---V---E---R**** get me going on Paula the great, and her so many somnambulism identities that I know 4 a total fact that she has assumed on this waking Earth planet, Sir Rodney, oh great Olympian God, still and all, I owe U BIG TIME times a terra gaga cubed, sir, 4 making me finally take Dave Roth’s more old fashioned theories of the ‘factions of our enemies’ and telling this story 2 me fictionally of course, on your fantastic Next-Gen Star Trek television show, the title eludes me as I came in on it 5 minutes into the show back on Tuesday evening, the one that I call on my label on my videotape package, “The Q-Daughter”. This show aired 2 nights ago tonight on “MI-15” channel here on the COMCAST CABLE TV LINEUP, in Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG, just 4 the official freaking record, and explains so many of my moms wild weird secrets that I totally freaking know that indeed, SHE WAS KEEPING FROM ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But can these secrets all really B tied together and explained as in a mystery murder, with this fantastic fictional television show of the great mind of Gene Roddenberry and the Star Trek show that aired about the 18 year old girl of the “Q Continuum”? Well, all of U naturally R totally entitles 2 your opinions, and U can read on or stop or do whatever, of course, but I as well am entitled, says Michelle Daniels; and will prove just this very point by continuing on with this blog, and without any further mention of gorgeous delicious ‘Q-daughters’. Forget the fact that this is of course all total fictional sci-fi television 4 a moment, OK peeps and the Kings and the late and 2-late “JOHN HOSEMAN”????????????? Also forget that this exact episode needs 2B totally depicting an accurate and or true story or explanation of anything, down 2 the precision cut degree. Just C4 once, while U observe the “BLOGS OF MOUNTAINPEN”, that I AM JUST TRYING 2 FIND ANSWERS 2 MY TOTALLY FUCKED UP HELLISH LIFE, AND SOMETIME AS RARELY AS IT MAY B, SOMETHING POWERFUL DOES INDEED FUCKING POP UP, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That TV show the other night “perfectly explained” about 3 million things 4 me, that without this idea and concept’ simply would never have permitted me 2C and realize so many things, that have totally and undeniably enveloped themselves around my pathetic proximity. So some peeps, I’m quite positive, R now at the unmistakable paradox here, of asking the question ‘in the 8th dimension of course’, that how can IB so totally powerful and so totally powerless simultaneously? This is the perhaps the stupidest, all though this is not anybody’s conscious fault, idea or concept, that any of U out here could ever try and arrive at while trying 2 piece together the truths of MORIANITY and its founder, the MOUNTAINPEN, YO! Most of U stumbling onto these words on the waking world internet, and I only say this because whether U believe this or not, this all exists on virtually unlimited other realms of atomic vibration beyond any of your wildest concepts or fantasies, and this includes the great and mighty movie maven Hollywoodians, but most will never get the full power and punch of this. It is like buying a great movie DVD or whatever medium it is recorded on as this would B literally a quintessential irrelevance, and after buying it and viewing it and loving it and reviewing it again and again, somehow someday U come 2 learn and discover that U not only did not really ever understand what 90% of the characters were really motivated by, or what they were really doing in totality, but on top of all of this, U actually missed 90% of some other additional characters that were definitely there all along, and merely were not in normal view. Even this is a very feeble attempt 2 illustrate a comparative point that I am attempting 2 get across 2 any present or future time audience, speaking in human terms.

I will speak of a few various topics, but I need 2 tell some shit first that I personally know must B told or my life will get really bad, and really fast. There is no such thing as time-travel, as all of the science-fiction ideas of present day and past days perceive this event or concept. Also, there is no such thing as a serious god that lives in a physical heaven, and the entire biblical timeline of the Hebrews is nothing more than, if forced 2B compare-explained, a child or really an adolescent, and actually, a teenage girl, building a very large dollhouse and filling it with many countless dolls, only the concept of 2010 AD technology is advanced on a parabolic scale the way the past 100 years advanced, and now it is the year of 50 million AD. This is the truth, and this is Y the most powerful man in the entire Catholic Church needed 2 secretly learn all that HE could in late 2008, about the home where I was Stockholm-Syndrome kidnapped and forced 2 reside in under this circumstance, with the KING FAMILY, a branch of a family, that biblically speaking, tells all the truths that MORIANITY tells, and that any really good top psychologist reading the OLD TESTAMENT carefully, knows that I tell the total fantastic truth that would crush the global civilization literally overnight should reality and culture shock ever strike like a freaking bolt of lightning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am going 2 obey this awesome teenager, who I will and always have and always will, love totally unconditionally, without question, simply because I totally fear and love her so far beyond any possible verbal description that my trying 2 say more on this or any other blog is no more than the absolute time wasted epitome.

I am dealing with a powerful beautiful entity that can enter into what U would all call my dreams, as well as my life, and do whatever SHE wants, and make me feel any way SHE wants, even guilty, when in truth, I never did anything, did I MISTER Judas Iscariot, SIR?????????????????? Doll houses and games R so much fun, should U happen 2B the great Scylla Goddess. Still, I know my place, and I am forever, “THAT BOY”. She can enter into the programs on machines not connected up into anything, and make the word, “But” come out whenever she wants, and then make me purchase a movie where she planned 2 have made and star in from millions of years ago, where shortly B4 Daniels blew my mind by admitting that the fight scene where Consuelo got spontaneously slapped by Claireece, and come 2 find the word inserted after this fight BEGAN, and the word, “BUT” 4 no real reason at all, just popped into the script, how would U say this great and lovely Teen-Queen, “Oh yeah, Right!”. Lately, SHE has come 2 me every night and been singing HER head off, new songs that I never heard B4, and as one of HER biggest fans here on Earth, I am safe 2 assume, I have heard all of HER hit recordings. This is what I thought. She told me that I did not know about another one that 1986 and my song called, RGG inspired, well then, Sky, let us talk briefly about this, OK? Jesus would never have accomplished his mighty mission without the song, right? Would U have become the great Mariah Carey, if I had not done what I had done in 1986? All I ask is 4U2 ponder on this bit of hyperspace equation, a habit we all R guilty of doing so much, all of us, omnipotent and fragile and all degrees in-between.

Now we move this along again, and continue the other point of my recent dreaming-interactions. I have not only had dozens of old and new songs sung 2 me from beginning 2 ending with crystal clarity, but have been also visited by peeps. Remember when U wanted me 2 get the message that mi-Morianity-Foundation spoke so much of U in your great city of color and lights, and how UR endlessly 16 and it is always your birthday? Well, cry if U want 2 or not, cut frozen fingers and all, I know that U wanted me 2CU on the “Sweet-16” commercial that morning late in oh-8, on the treadmill, with your talking ‘Midge’-look-alike doggie, and U tossing shoes around. The dude U called Benny, came 2 me last night and it was super major, MI Scylla. RU aware that Nick has told a bunch of your friends and his, 2 really do some wild stuff? Hay, it is OK, I get 2 hear my favorite teen queen sing 2 me, not that this is ever a problem, as Fort Pierce radio stations R literally playing U on a hyper time heavy rotation, night and day, so when I want U, they UR, like ‘magic’. Still, when I am in the Great City of ‘Sahasra Dal Kanwal’, without any waking world memories of Jamaican Rhonda and the ‘other gorgeous Paula’ forgetting 2 call her by her stage cast name, an amazing thing happened when I happened 2 play your wonderful DVD just B4 the Star Trek show with ‘Daut-Q’ aired back on Tuesday night. Without mi pushing one command on any remote, print began flowing all by itself as words were being spoken, just as if I hit mute-display on the actual TV-remote-controller device. All of the regular words were captioning and printing in the most beautiful colored bright pink lettering, except when certain scripted words came out that would not B all that terrific 4 the world because of my blogs and how things would correspond 2 perfectly. When the words that were not supposed 2 come out on a mute print cued into time, numbers would print on a different part of the screen, and in the same coloring, only there was a slight mix of gorgeous purple on the top and bottom of the pink letters themselves. These numbers were all 3 digit private-cosmicoded-numbers. The one where Rhonda pronounced your true name in SDK, in a translation here in the waking world, the number 363 came out; this is the PCN of the words and name of “SARAH KRASSLE”. Then where the input on the DVD-VCR machine displays on the upper right screen, a zero appeared instead of the normal word, “video-02”. Every time I said the word aloud, “WILD” it would either start or stop doing this. Eventually the entire system went totally nuts, so I proceeded at that time 2 shut down everything. It all was turned off and every machine was unplugged from any electrical receptacles. When it was all re-plugged in and put back together in the very same way that it was originally B4 all of this started, the unexplained and mysterious activity all just stopped. I tried every command and group of commands on all 3 remote systems. Nothing happened. It has not repeated any of this since. The very next day, the temperature dropped 20 degrees or more instantly, reminding me of a night in Williamstown, New Jersey outside of a WAWA convenience store in the year of 1995, with David Roth, when I was shot and killed, and moved over into other more localized regions in the hyperspace. I have not experienced any machine problems today while doing this blog, B—U—T will keep the blog and the journal informed as time runs along, and wind indeed keeps singing HER songs 2 me, with or without any of Germany’s long running blue rivers, Joan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How I enjoyed sharing a lap lane with my wonderful Joan at Haddonwood Swim club back late in 1995 and into the year 1996. One day she said 2 me while we both reached the deep end of the 75 foot long swimming pool, “Mark, UR not swimming, you’re just stretching out your arms and keeping my pace, how the hell YU doing that”? Well Joan, and Blogaud, maybe another Joan with an earring in her eyeball or wherever the hell she put the weird thing, knew more about slobs like me than she told of in her songs, still, there was Stacey-Q? BUT--- there was also Stacey Jackhack Attack Lattisaw. No matter how SPACE-TIME-MIND is looked at and laboratory-examined, or even totally ignored, there R many things about old Mountainpen, as Ed Lynch Himacane would word it so well B4 he went 2 jail and I went 2 hell, and from there 2 Florida, that just “CANNOT B EXPLAINED”, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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