safe journal, chapter 0048

THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
SAFE JOURNAL, BOOK-CHAPTER 0048
WORLD LABS OF 2295—SBT—DATFILE: CH-0047-120910.639
BLOG SUBTITLE: PART 3, DIFFERENT YACHTS
4 DIFFERENT SNOTS
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:


This would have been better planned if I had my way and druthers about things, but mother fucking cock sucking death siege has struck me, ever since fucking blog SAFE JOURNAL CHAPTER NUMBER 0046 WAS POSTED UP ONTO THE FUCKING INTERNET. The past 2 days were clear skied and along with this, THE MISTS WERE THERE, just as in the song of the ninety-eight year, 4 years shy of it being “always now here”, YO!!!!!! Actually, it is always now and always has been and will B as well, it is merely a coded rhyme that I used in me’ ol’ song, yarr maitees!!!!! Still, a message from me 2 the Copyright Office Examiners is quick and simple, “Thanx 4 nothing”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As I was typing this, Yeliab Rosseforp, just now appeared out of nowhere right here in front of me; the very interesting antimatter character in the humongous sized 5th dimensional hyperspace, from the ‘IR’ University here in good ol’ sunny Florida, all though it is beautiful and rainy today, and so nice and wonderfully cool. Now this is not 2B confused with the ‘I-AM’-SCYLLA University, huh Professor Jackson, but then, not hug, I am no faggot, and on top of that, I was guilty of making a typographical error on my last blog, after all, the ‘G’ and the ‘H’ letters R right next 2 each other on the keyboard writer. Wild things R on a super roll this week, and really, all throughout mother fucking December of this lovely-ass 2010 year. There is so much 2 talk about peeps, and no time 2 even think about saying it all today, unfortunately. First off, my toilet decided 2 fucking stop up and fuck up yesterday morning. I did nothing unusual, and never flush anything except piss and shit and normal amounts of normal toilet tissues, down the system, still, boom, it fucked up right after I mention “shit molecules’ on the blog and say that the enemy and their mother’s R this and other such things every bit as disgustingly lovely. Then, I dare 2 talk about what happened during my viewing of the movie called” Precious”, with the strange printing that did not cut out the sound as happens with normal usual muting procedures, at least 2 my freaking knowledge, and then what happens, sheeeeeeeeeiiiit? They fuck me out of my MENTALIST television show the next day, being last Thursday night, as when I went 2 watch the recording that I had made Thursday night on the following Friday afternoon, POP, no show; and just a fuck up and a personal attack on both my fucking CIVIL RIGHTS, and my PERSONAL PRIVATE PROPERTY, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My point was however, that the MELANIE BOTH NAME SONG SYNDROME or the “MBNSS” 4 a shortened abbreviation here, was not most likely the only reason or maybe even the reason at all, that the LIBRARY OF THE CONGRESS prevented me in late 1996 or early 1997 somewhere, from copyrighting a musical work that I had just completed and was originally titled and called, and not AT&T (10) CALLED, all though 70 +10 is indeed 80 and the LOIS FOCA YEAR, “SARAH CALLIO OF ATLANTIC CITY”. Still, the diction is quite clear in the final verse of the freaking song called, “Don’t Hide, U can’t Hide”, as far as the mighty brain known as Quals McSquared, and his formula and the 2 persons involved in and throughout it, and then I can think of only one human being alive today on this planet that went out of HER way totally, 2 openly and publicly admit 2 those that only would B clever and intelligent enough 2C what SHE was really saying and doing, this truth being nothing other than indeed, SHE MUST B SARAH. Again, stuff like this may B deliberate, and then it may B the product of STM, also Sir Prince referred 2 by me and MORIANITY and MOUNTAINPEN, as SPACE-TIME-MIND, carrying this great formula just a tad bit further than ol’ Al originally did. 4 the very few peeps in either powerful $500$-circles, or the EW, or the very top-ass end mystic groups in the ‘real know of shit’, the simple reason that Billy Harner was the last man on the STEEL PIER OF ATLANTIC CITY, NEW JERSEY, is quite a cool fact, and if U ask him, he loves 2 tell any interested peeps his great and heart pounding story, so Y not just Google up BILLY HARNER, as opposed 2 taking me at my word? Then ask him about it. What U cannot do, is Google up what I now say about another incident that occurred on this world famous ocean amusement pier, YO. It involves greed and avarice, and also, an incredibly powerful yet disturbed entity. This entity has a dozen identities, she is a lab assistant, a Senator’s wife, a Dairy Queen owner, an executive administrator at a top insurance firm, an opera singer, a casino cocktail waitress, a machine specifications print designer, and a lot more interesting things as well. Each of these physical peeps R different shells or bodies. What original personalities they all individually once had is all but gone as I speak now in almost the year of two thousand and eleven. But they manage 2 live and survive, all of them, becoming totally alive and active, one at a time, when this one being wishes 2B one of these particular beings. The name of this ME as Astral World peeps call these entities is Julia White. She is in her middle teens; she stands 6 feet nine inches tall, she is so beautiful that one look at her and any normal red blooded male almost is literally knocked off of his feet, and has daughters who run on large municipal water pipes, and do many other things as well. Still, the original first cassette of all of MORIANITY, told the story, and ended on the dub version sent 2 Washington, DC, with the words, “I KNOW HER NAME IS SARAH”, and I know that all of U put this fucking bull shit together a very long time ago and got together and decided that things would B much better if Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr never gets ‘wind’ of any of this shit, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know Julia White on the Astral Plane in my identity of Zeranniss Arthur Yancy Jones, and this is all blogged and up on past archived blogging texts from 3 and 4 and 5 fucking ass years ago, no matter who does not like it being so, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 4 those who forgot or never read what happened 2 me in 1987 when I called up a 411-information operator 2 get a phone listing 4 my landlord, Richard Karpf of Cherry Hill, New Jersey, I was given the listing of Mary the psychic, or at least this is what mathematically had 2 have occurred in exactly ½ of the total universes in all of hyperspace, all the ones where the polarities of their electron and protons R reversed from those of ours in our fucking world, huh huggy Professor Yeliab of the flowing windy singing rivers of the great talking cat 1980 years, so DIE-DIE-DIE 2U2 Gawky!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All day long yesterday, Wednesday, and the day B4, Tuesday, it was Chemfuckingtrail City 4 me here in fort Pierce. Where I live and work, and all over the fucking place, YO, there it was, the MISTS WERE THERE. If U liked the mother fucking song so much Billy, then Y didn’t U ever wanna do it, butt wipe? Recording artists? They’re all nuts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U godda-lovem, but they really R crazier than fucking shit!!!!!!!!! Today, I heard some private loud planes, it was 2 dark and cloud covered 2C them. Yesterday I saw and heard them. So far all that is missing in this newest fucking sky siege is milituforce crafts and powerful loud-ass fucking choppers, YO.

So YR the fucking VIQUEENS here on Earth, as the 60’s girl gang known as the “Quoddy-Mockers”, messing with me? Well, ask Billy, as he saw them 4 himself one night while he and I were in his “SATURN” with no bright shoe box jiggawatt effects, driving into fucking Northfield, New Jersey, on our way over 2 night club owned by the Geator or Jerry Blavit, Hi Litt’s ol’ buddy, from yesterday’s Amplitude Modulation Philadelphia radio stations. We saw the daughters of this gang, Gene Roddenberry might even have called them if still alive only he was not, should he had been along with us in the car that night, “Next-Generation-Viqueens.

U know that I have been accused of many horrible things by this evil sick bastard mother fucking world, and by these diseased hypocrites with enough skeletons in their closets 2 fill up an ocean, but still, those who just love Celine Dion’s husband 4 example, the little diseased darling in more ways than one, and 90% of the CD fans do not know that her rotten bastard fucking husband raped her at 11 and kept raping her year after year. But UC, these R citizens of out neighbor 2 the north, Canada, and it is not called Statutory Rape there, and so we all down south here, just decide 2 but out of that one, yeah so I will “B-U-T” out of it 2, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hypocrites. Jesus sure understood all of those judgmental hypocrites, and now both ‘HIM’ and ‘ME’ simply R dealing with the energetic patterns of reality that now R the descendants of those that were there in the Roman Empire.

As 4 the L&O-SVU show that vindicates me being gang raped by these powerful Earthly counterpart Viqueens or the great Quoddy Mockers of the nineteen-sixties in Atlantic City, New Jersey, USAESMWG, who saw the show with the dip shit kids in some New York City High School posting shit we all can simply call 4 short, Netbultaks, shortened from the 3 words of internet bullying tactics, and where the high school boy was knocked down by the hockey girl gang of the school when he posted something bad about 2 of them, and they beat the fucking shit out the dude? Don’t tell me pussies aren’t tough, mean, and highly fucking dangerous, only my shit, sir Gibbsboro Officer of the law, “Ain’t TV shit”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My fucking shit was real, and still is real, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, this powerful cold attack was obviously not enough of a counter strike on the evil empire and or whoever is fucking with me 24/7/365.2422, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now “MISTER DION” is one thing, but coming soon if things do not back the fuck off of me, will B secrets so powerful and gruesome, that once printed, I as well as the readers will only wish I could take back, only it will B GOLD FATE, ERNIE MERKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will return 2 your damn hall, and the entire Copyright Office has fucking known this 4 more than 60 trillion mother fucking years.

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