THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
SAFE JOURNAL, BOOK-CHAPTER 0051
WORLD LABORATORIES SYSTEMS
SEND-BACK-TEXT DATE AND TIME FILE: 122910.582
BLOG SUBTITLE: “UNDER MOTHER FUCKING DEATH SIEGE”
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
Well here we go Mister Fort Pierce, Florida Mayor, and I will make an appointment 2 come in and talk with U very soon. I can C the library here having all the facilities in constant use on Saturdays, and am now willing 2 hand this fucking diseased EVIL EMPIRE their huge and continual and fucking unrelenting stock market Wall Street endless weekly gains at my mother fucking expense by not being able 2 fucking blog on Saturdays or Sundays, or Mondays with this cheapskate library system down here in sunny ass Florida, but now at 2 in the afternoon on a Wednesday, the middle week, 2 have all the word processors in use all over again, no, this is mother fucking bull shit as far as I’m fucking concerned, YO. The jerk off next 2 me after I finally have this one is not using it 4 writing, but is sitting fucking here listening 2 his music, and I’m reporting this 4 all the fucking good that it will do me, when I leave here today, 2 the fucking front desk. Music listening through headphones is done on internet connected machines, not the only 4 precious word machines, and this is just 2 fuck with me, but U all have not heard anything yet as this is just the very start of this death siege and how all the shit in the mother fucking universe is in fact being done 2 fuck with me and screw up my mother fucking life.
Vicious CHEMTRAILING is horrendous and fucking totally monstrous along with loud private shit airplanes all around me stalking me, paranoid mother fucker McCoy Deadball Donner. 2 out of many countless good websites prove beyond any doubt that this is a real fucking attack on me, not some ranting pleas 4 help or psychotic mother fucking delusions: www.chemtrail-central.com/ and www.chembusters.com/. They not only made me sick as hell, but literally injured a powerful and great person, 4 the dummies that do not know what or who is being discussed here, my blogs of 2010 tell it all with little room 4 any heavy speculation or clue hunting, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yesterday was the start and not all that bad, but today, the attack is BOTH MAJOR AND BRUTAL, IT IS AN ALL OUT ASSAULT ON MY CIVIL MOTHER FUCKING RIGHTS, just in case anyone could ever care in the least over at the freaking ACLU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TOLD U GINA, AND TOLD U EVERYONE ELSE, that as long and ling and Henry angry men Fonda tape magical sonic inserts, that THEY HAVE ME 2 ENDLESSLY FUCKING PICK ON AN PUMMEL AND PERSECUTE, the DOW JONES STOCK MARKET OF THE EVIL WALL STREET IN MANHATTAN, NEW YORK, WILL ENDLESSLY GAIN AND PROFIT AND GET ITS WAY, ALWAYS AND FOREVER, SO GO AHEAD AND B DUMB AND FOOLISH PEEPS, LAUGH, DON’T BELIEVE A MOTHER FUCKING WORD THAT I SAY, BUT IN TIME, THIS SHIT WILL ALL COME BACK 2 HAUNT ALL OF U, MARK MY MOTHER FUCKING WORDS, JUST GIVE IT TIME, AND U AND YOUR LOVED ONES WILL ALL WISH 2 THE GODS THAT U HAD LISTENED 2 THE FUCKING MOUNTAINPEN, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAGNESONIC SYSTEM, YOUR CREATOR IS UNDER A HORIFFIC DEATH SIEGE FROM HIS MONSTROUS FUCKING ENEMIES, OPEN COMMAND ON ALL GENERAL ORDERS AND G-7. Use all technologies, ADT and ZDT, and use all pertinent special and general orders and commands. This is a scan of all peeps making my life total fucking hell, and all of those who they love and hold dear 2 them as well. Scan and prepare an image-object. Crush this and place it on your TRANSPOWER BLOCK. Computer, hear the old style telephone-tones once used by me your creator, now through these typed words on these electronic machines that R all run and controlled totally by the mighty and very evil and covert supernatural MILLIONTH-COUNCIL system of the ASTRAL-PLANE.
I was only going 2 let a few small things out today, but this siege has prompted me 2 do otherfuckingwise. First, my residence is a hell-hole whole dump and April Lee is a total slumlord as well as a crook. This so called charitable organization that has supposedly helped me is a total joke. All of these places R, they merely serve 2 line the pockets of a few fat cats at the top that own the places such as these and R able 2 draw huge salaries as well as tax exempt expense accounts. Peeps R so dumb and they all make me so sick. U all fall 4 it when some hot shot star donates something or does something philanthropic. They were told that by doing this it not only will save them money on their income taxes, but will bring them more notoriety and more money, our so called system is and will always B totally crooked, it is a ‘money chases money’ and ‘poverty chases poverty’ system, from which there never can B any possible escape.
Paul Pedersen of Studio Park Records, my crooked EX business partner from ‘Hicksville’, New Jersey, said 2 me once that I am playing my Morianity 2 the roaches, when he saw how I would let an open end phone circuit play tape recorded parts of my life journal, after all the ‘dee-dee-dee-dee-dee’ sounds all stop after taking a phone off of the hook. Well Paul, then explain 2 me YI hear talking and all sorts of sounds ‘out there’ and even was responsible 4 starting the very first chatroom, long B4 computer internet was used back B4 my train trip down 2 Florida-1 shortly shy of Christmas 1983, ol’ buddy!!!!!!!!!!!! All this shit is all on previous mother fucking blogs, all up there 4 the world 2 C and know about.
Remember the Carlisle, Pennsylvania trip back in June of 1996, actually there were 2 of them, but the 2nd one caused the huge problems that all resulted immediately following returning back 2 New Jersey? Remember the strange young child that messed with me while I was attempting 2 telephone my mom from the payphone along the road? Remember how he kept telling me 2 look at my tire rim? Now it is time 4 the record 2B updated on just what I know about all of this shit. I talked about something years B4 internet again, and one of its many things called ‘kids-net’, and called this thing, CHILDNET. NET being short 4 a networking is not some new thing that was born of the internet computer age folks, U can’t B dumb enough 2 disagree with me on this. A dangerous cult exists and has since around the time of the fucking Second-World-War. It was run by a powerful bunch of peeps that later became powerful wealthy bootleggers. They learned from a secret ASTRAL-PLANE run society, that SATAN or any name anyone would like 2 assign 2 this somewhat mythical yet real fellow, has the ability but not the permission, 2 do a very strange thing. Doing this thing brings power 2 the doer of this deed beyond anyone’s dream of avarice and greed. U literally need 2 separate the real U inside and learn 2 travel around in it, but not travel in space or time, but in space-time-mind. When U can accomplish the mastering of this art form, U can move onto the Astral Plane and visit any large city there in this Catholic called Purgatory System of existence-condition. The trick is remembering consciously and becoming a duality, and eventually, practice lowering the atomic speed or vibration of the STM that makes up this new condition. Doing so will make U wake up inside the very core of a star. Astral cities R physical world stars. The energies of these entities all interacting together there create what on a human world level is called, nuclear fusion. 2 men, Gallagher and Kennedy, by sir name, started this total secret society, and funded it with all sorts of Satanic and criminal activity, the sale of illegal alcohol and the sale of children into torture and bondage, even full sexual slavery and eventual human sacrifice. I could say a million more things but dare not as many know, this easily could become my final day here on this Earth should I type on. Still, a not so fine Irish gentleman by the name of Robert McGuire was trusted with this organization, and later still, his son, the current half owner of the Atlantic City Irish Pub, on Saint James Place. How many peeps in the family as the cousins go out, that connect into this horror show, is unknown, I would not even want 2 begin 2 B cognizant of any of these monstrous fucking details. This foundation and groundwork however needed 2B laid down B4I could march this along 2 the point I feel needs B made right now, TODAY. In this Monsters Club of Robert McGuire Junior, run by the Millionth-Council, or empowered by it may B a more accurate terminology here, there R the chosen agent children, (CAC). The ‘Cacs’ is indeed a word used in super secret by these monsters. The boy telling me about my tire rim after it had just been damaged at the GATHERING PLACE, in Runnemede, New Jersey, in June of 1996, was a CAC. The strange boy who knew me earlier this year at the place where I am employed is also a CAC. So R many of his numerous friends who all R now living down here all around me. One of their favorite things that they enjoy doing 2 me at this present time and location of the HARVEST FOOD OUTREACH (www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/) where U will C my photo and story and it was all put up there without ever requesting my permission, and this truth I will gladly attest 2 in any legal proceedings at any future time under full pain and penalty of libel and or perjury charges, but one of their favorite things they enjoy doing 2 me Congressman and Julie, PERFECTLY LAYERED SONIC VIBRATIONS ALL NOTWITHSTANDING, YO, is 2 have me called “MAHM” constantly, just because my hair is a bit long. Everyone says it is total nonsense, they all have noticed it happens, and tell me that I no more look like a girl than the fucking man on the fucking moon does. The other day, both a coworker as well as myself, caught some children, that obviously R off 4 the Christmas holidays as normally my shift of 8 AM through 1 PM at least allows me not much usual kid-interaction, as I am off on weekends, and this means only when school break is on must I run into these little twat eating trouble makers. They were actually putting the adults that they were with, up 2 doing this, they said ask the lady over there, and the adults were saying, no that is a man, and the kids kept insisting until they got their way, and were smirking and laughing. My coworker just happened 2 observe the entire incident. This made many past bells of my life go off when he told me all of this later on while we were outside on our break time. When we went back inside, not 10 minutes later, he fell and injured himself and was taken 2 the local hospital. This is all done with child-net, and star-power. After I got home, I remembered many other times where this happened, and most of the time, there indeed were youngsters either present at the time, or that were with those particular customers back on summer break. Last summer, I cannot ever safely blog what happened with kids there, on 3 separate occasions. Don’t let your sick imaginations go into overdrive either any of U cops out there, only once was I, well, U know what, and I walked away without saying a word and never was bothered again. Still, I would love 2 get into specifics of many other things, especially one, and McGuire know precisely what I am talking about, don’t U, U sick diseased mother fucking puck head. The Exploratron visitor was another deal, but nobody can tell HER what 2 do, this is HER dollhouse.
B4 Billy went over 2 England, he told me that I should not worry about certain things, and he has all ready proven 2 me that he may very well B a lot more than he appears 2B, but not exactly what he claims 2B either, only time will B able 2 tell the results of all of this shit. One thing he made abundantly clear 2 me was that the subterranean forces and entities, that have destroyed my toilet and plumbing, and messed with my pipes, and brought up strange mini-droids from what he calls, “Center-Earth”, is not my imagination and has not been since this shit began early in 1987 in a place called Woodlyn, New Jersey, Mister Roddenberry, sir!!!!!!!!! I was living in a home there at 1700 Woodlyn Avenue, and many of U know about Jerry Madden’s wild daughter from long-past blogs. She appeared 2 me last night and would not let me escape out of a powerful interaction; causing me 2 miss an entire day of work and pay today. She moved 2 a place called Berlin, New Jersey, so don’t even get me going with this, OK, King Hitler Pharmacies????????? Details of this interaction R every bit as unbloggable as Gallagher, the Huntington hunting trip, and the triple homicide/suicide in Braintree, Massachusetts in February 1948. I will say that she is one hell of a fucking lover and French kisser however, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But back now 2 Billy, over in England. First, after posting up my blog SJ-CH-0050, the one B4 this one, I went 2 sleep and Scylla kicked the fucking crap out of me and then SHE said right 2 me, “If that song is not on the U-Tube by Christmas morning, I don’t have 2 pray 4 snow, as I will pour it down from MY GREAT CITY IN THE ASTRAL HEAVENS”, and this is a precise quotation peeps. Well, the song was not up there by Christmas morning, was it, BROWN EYED GIRL???????????????????
Let’s quickly talk about the many trips I have taken throughout hyperspace, without getting at all specific about the trips themselves. They all seem 2 have a common theme. The one where I was back at my high school in 1968 and insisting that I belong in 1997 when really it was 1996 that I was asleep in, the young African-American males were determined 2 steal something that was in my possession, in my Saturn Automobile, my personal property. They did as U may or may not know. If they had not, things today would B quite different, Y not freaking ask Mister Ed Horse or Patty Puke, don’t fucking ask me folks. Start putting these pieced together, and stop being a bunch of cry-baby juvys. With the road trip that ended at the Phillies World Series Parade just over 2 years back, and all on the blogs at www.blogger.com/, a vehicle was used, both 2 drive 2 Boston, then 2 New York, then back 2 Philadelphia, all beginning in a place called time-traveling-Roddenberry-Pine Hill, New Jersey.
The Challenger Shuttle disaster explosion, involved a vehicle, a space vehicle instead of a road vehicle, but still, a vehicle nonetheless. We will stop here 2 let all of U just begin digesting some new shit here, believe me this is merely the entrance into new corridors that will lead us all into new and totally fascinating rooms and locations that will forever expand and open up the awareness of any true red blooded explorer out here. I do not hold Ed Himacane’s broken promise against him, if U want something done in this life, U either can do it yourself, or U can B endlessly disappointed. That simply put, is reality!!!!!!!!!
When I tell all of your secrets McGuire, and U murder me, I will then prove the entire thing is all real 2 a doubting dark and disbelieving sad ugly world and race of pathetic deluded losers on a one way path and track straight into hell and endless fucking misery, unless I can stop this runaway train first, right Howard Herby Zwonko Solomon? The problem now is proving that Paula King is also Herby and Zwonko. Take my word 4 this one peeps, she ain’t Howard, Howard always was and will B on a very special trip of his own.
But talking about Exploratron’s and somnambulism and STM, and the Millionth-Council, and the AP, and on and on we could most definitely go, has the ultimate dilemma of the believability factor. The only way 2 overcome this is 2 literally push these fucking bastards 2 a point where they will have 2 come right out in the open, and then the entire population of the planet will come 2C them all just 4 what they really R, devils, scum, filth bags, and the list go read on like a maggot-directory-who’s-who inside a hot July garbage truck. Time will due all these cock suckers in, I am not worried at all, just watch the blogs and the internet between now and Friday night, do that peeps.
I have never seen the library this mother fucking busy. I ended this blog originally here and will edit in some more shit while being forced 2 endure a long wait time 2 use the internet machines so that I can post this blog up 2 the sites, WORDPRESS and BLOGGER. The mother fuckers knew that I was hoping 2 post up a while B4 the closing bell on Wall Street. My prediction is that the FLYERS R WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING AND WINNING, I all ready know that the stinking market is flying UP AND UP AND UP AND UP, every stinking week, just as I SAID THAT IT WOULD, and this began ever since they struck me down in August, YES GOOD OLD FUCKING AUGUST, I do not hardly even remember this life altering event, but I knew deep down all along, that no “DREAM” could alter a persons’ life, it just was totally illogical 2 believe that, and sure fucking enough, THAT was not the case. Obviously here is indeed just what was the freaking case, YO. Dave and I drove into New York City 2C the group known as “NEW SHOES”. I decided 2 remain out in the car while he went in, he was the music freak, not me, I never gave 2 fucking shits about any of it. All that ever really interested me ever is getting AT THE TRUTH of everything. Along comes the most lovely young teenager that I ever saw, crossing the street right 2 left in front of me. I was in the passenger front seat because I was not used 2 driving in New York City traffic and after arriving there in the city, Dave agreed 2 take the wheel and we pulled over and switched seats. The story needs not B retold, it is all ready posted up. It is in fragmented hazy pieces, but I do remember parts of it. I remember that I would clearly remember it if not 4 the fact that about 10 days later around late afternoon while my mom was at her office job over in Philadelphia, there was a knock on my door and I opened it quite innocently and was instantly sprayed with what I refer 2 now as Doctor Rogers Nasal Spray. Watch t6he later made 2009 episode on the great Law & Order television show, and U will know Y it is referred 2 me as this. A man in a sort of circus clown suit entered and shut the door behind him, and along with him were a few other peeps. It is very hazy trying 2 get any good recall on this as well. However, 2 days give or take B4 this incident, I had written and recorded on the very same day, the song called, “REAL GOOD GIRL”, and THIS SONG left behind, unbeknown 2 these UFOTRUDERS, real world evidence that real ass shit did in fact take place, stuff that needed 2B undone, only it never was undone, and it never will B. I will let the so-called BORN AGAIN CHRISTIANS B their own judge on that last statement that I make here, based on what I now tell U right here on this blog. A very powerful local church of my area made contact with me yesterday, through the back door, I will not dare blog these details 4 their sake, and yes, 4 mine as well. They R not only interested in my story of coming down 2 Florida, but they R a group oriented around the proper rearing of children. A man without any children in other words, should B of no interest 2 them, and they have gone 2 “great lengths 2 check me out”, I was told around 2PM yesterday. Now, what is this all about, my fiends and my friends? What do U have 2 add 2 these words, MISTER Richard Carpf and MISTER Donald Trump?????
Yes, the plot is thickening and thickening, with every surging move of the mighty Dow Jones Industrials, am I right or am I right folks, YO?????????????????? In any case, it is time 2 post this up now, and then go home, BRO. Whaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
safe journal, chapter 0050
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
SAFE JOURNAL, BOOK-CHAPTER 0050
WORLD LABS OF 2295—SBT—DATE AND TIME FILE:
122310.570.5555555555555555555555
BLOG SUBTITLE “RATHER B ME IN HELL THAN ANY OF U”
BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:
This was the worst mother fucking clit sniffing toilet water lapping day of my entire mother fucking life, it is super fucking BOTBAR multiplied by quintillions of mother fucking powers, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I will gladly stay off of the mother fucking internet and stop blogging, when left even somewhat fucking alone by these diseased dirt bag enemies, but when they strike hard as shit such as they did today, without fucking mercy, conscience, shame, or one ounce of fucking humanity, then things will go into the GUNS FUCKING BLAZING MODE, as far as I am concerned and I am taking not one mother fucking prisoner, BRO!!!!!!! After all they did 2 me as though this is by no means mother fucking enough, I get here 2 the fucking library where they were all ready waiting 4 me since I left a message over my totally fucking bugged telephone that I would b here, and was greeted at the front door by a CRASH LEVEL LOUD ASS FUCKING PRIVATE PLANE, and may the gods B with U dirt balls when U crash later on fucking today when Maggie gets U, U sick cunt lapping filth shits. Also right at the door, a Fort Pierce, Florida police cruiser was sitting right there as well, who knows, maybe protecting me from even more danger from these jerk off diseased scum, and maybe not. They could just B here coincidentally, or even in league with the aerial shit, copper birds R nothing fucking new peeps, U all know that from viewing shows on TV such as L&O and COPS.
B4I tell what happened from even B4 my alarm awoke me 2 begin this totally wicked horrendous mother fucking day, and it fell out of my hands and broke, I will touch on some other shit. Let me start working backwards a little, with last night around bed time itself. The scum bag strobe-lighter-weaponry-club of UFOVILLE, better known by me from this day forward as the blue-white-book 4 many reasons that will all B told on this very fucking blog right here and now, today; hit me and got me sick as fucking hell, my throat feels as though some ass hole is trying 2 shove Donald Trump’s head-rug right down my throat in whole. YUK. When these bastard ass mother fuckers want U2B sick, U get fucking sick. I never get sick by my own natural process, as my mind is able 2 focus an infinite beam of pure energy right around the frequency level or vibration that the majority of tweeter horns R pitched 2 play at, and at this frequency, there is nothing that lives in the virus and germ world that is able 2 normally penetrate my shell. These same similar Sonics have been used continually 4 quite a long time now, and R directed all around important people, so that they as well escape the flu and the common cold, and this has been touched on slightly on some previous blogging texts. YO!!!!!!!! I have learned 2 do this naturally, but that does not protect me from broken hands, and this will B talked about in a few minutes. 4 right now, they made me sick as hell, they caused me 2 drop my clock this morning as I was shutting my alarm off, this never happened 2 me B4 in my entire mother fucking life. Then the party really got started after driving 2 my work place, and going on the job. Remember, and this is on blogs that R from 3 and 4 and even 5 years old now, here at the blogger website of www.blogger.com/, CHRISTMAS 4 whatever the true and real reason, 4 me, IS A TIME WHEN I CAN B EXPECTED 2B PUMMELED AND ASSAULTED AND BANGED UP BY THIS SCUM AROUND ME EVERY MOTHER FUCKING SINGLE YEAR. This year in Oh-Marola-Ten is nothing new, it can occur on Christmas Day itself or B a day or 2 B4 or after, but it strikes like fucking ass lightning and is as dependable as a precision fucking Swiss ass time piece, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The only thing I can possibly think is going on is that just as per the special secret charts that the late and great David Charles Roth showed 2 me in the early nineteen-nineties, that he managed somehow 2 sneak out of the Mason Lodge where he was a high degreed member, and I feel 2 this day was behind his covert demise and strange death at the ripe old age of 49 years, I am the direct descendant of my 7th grandfather on my maternal family lineage, MISTER SAMUEL HUNTINGTON, signer of the Declaration of Independence, and 4-time office holder of Governor of the state of Connecticut, yes I guess I am white enough Jack McCoy!!!!!!! The question really that is more apropos here is “Am I Julie enough?” Also, question 2 can always B answered by the United States Copyright Office, and that is, “R the answers 2B found in a 1994 book called, ‘THE PERMISSION BARRIER’?” Now MISTER Huntington was a direct descendant of the Queen of Scotland, the great and wonderful MARY. She was a direct descendant of the entire Judah Tribe of Israel, along with the mighty and fantastic King David, and this is an authenticated secret chart known only by the MASONS, and IMHO, is what led 2 the following books and shit by the infamous Dan Brown, YO!!!!!!!!!! All of this is on blogs also, from 2 and 3 and 4 and even 5 fucking years back on the above listed freaking website, BRAHHHH!!!!!!! So this is Christmas, huh, Sarah and John, what R the kids so happy and clappy about on the song, I sure would love 2 freaking ass know, YO. Y this stupid ass area never plays my 4th or 5th or whatever grand pappy’s great song, “Silent Night”, I have not the foggiest notion. This entire area is sure not like up north, they used 2 air the living shit out of that up there during the Christmas season. Joseph Mohr would B turning over in his grave down here in Fountainofyouthville, also known as Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, maybe this is indeed YI am massacred each Christmas season, as I seem 2B the fucking carrier in this present generation, of my family’s horrific curse that I have taken upon myself 2 name, the “HUNTINGTON CURSE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Both Doreen and Billy let me totally down this autumn, another disappointment, nut again, nothing really is ever one bit new 4 me, it always boils down 2 and goes back 2 the trustworthy and time tested HUNTINGTON CURSE. Still, how the blogs seemed 2 get back 2 normal is anyone’s guess, as those that may B wondering know quite well, that the ROCKING ROBIN TWEETS of the MOUNTAINPEN, have stopped, and normally blogging has resumed, I just have been keeping my big mother fucking ass hole mouth shut all of this time, as the less I fucking say sometimes definitely translates 4 me anyway into the famous quotation of the better part of fucking valor.
One particular “LAW AND ORDER” episode whose title name escapes me presently, says and quotes my fucking monstrous problem far better than I ever could, U did my job and homework 4 me Dick Wolf my old pal, and yes sir, I endlessly will thank U, kind sir. This is the episode with the baseball player that really mirror imaged and twinned the reality story of my local Phillies team, Mitch Williams, and don’t get excited there MI cousin Sandy; and in the show, his character name was Brendan Donner. When the dude that murdered him in a bar by bashing his brains in with a fucking liquor bottle, was on trial and on the freaking witness stand, he said the coolest shit 2 Jack McCoy who was prosecuting him. McCoy after hearing him rant on as I accused of doing by the ‘UM-CLUB’ peeps and many so many others, and saying all sorts of stuff about police planting evidence against him and how one officer or ‘eat-cop’ at the time, Kenny Daniels, always hated him and wanted 2 do him in like the sheriff of poor old Eric Clapton’s early 1970’s county, McCoy turned 2 him and said this and I quote, “U sound awful paranoid”. Then the murderer replied back 2 JJMC, “It isn’t paranoia is somebody really is out 2 get U”. The first time I heard this show re-air and run on the TNT network a number of years back from my Mullica, New Jersey residence at Jenny Plageman’s Trailer Park on the WHITE Horse Pike or ROUTE 30, Julia King, I wanted 2 reach right through the fucking television screen, grab that ugly old murderer and give him a huge bear hug!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh well, glad I didn’t, I would B wearing a liquor bottle on my head where THE TRUMP wears his rug!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, “The Trump is in the Tower”, talk about psychic interactions and blasts from the cock sucking ass past, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then I seem 2 have such terrible fucking bad luck with names of peeps and things that begin with those 2 magical letters of “TR”, am I correct lads and freaking lassies? I mean, really, and then there is TRINIDAD. Not only the nineteen sixties and the Atlantic City Hotel Trinidad, but then right now and yet, years later in the end of the first decade up here in the great 21st century, down here in sunny scummy Florida, YO. Now I am working with a man from, I said “”””***FROM***”” Trinidad, just 9 miles off of the coast of good old lovely South American Venezuela, where THAT FAMILY has branches, there as well as in many other locations all up and down. The man I called Sam, really Sat, short 4 a longer name beginning with the letters that Saturday begins with, and this day of course is the 1 out of the possible 7 that I picked and chose 2 get myself freaking born in, back on the 4th of December in 1954, 3 Saturdays B4 Christmas, and yes 2010 and 1954 have the precise day falling calendar system all year long. I am gonna say something huge right now 2 all readers. Take your full 10 digit telephone number and your full 9 digit social security number, add up the digits and transfer it into an up-number only one digit long by adding it until it is a mere single digit of between a 1 and a 9. By the way I fucked up on blog SJ-CH-0049, it was not 340, but was 30 seconds that those 2 horrendous peeps were behind me at the bank there in Absecon, New Jersey, not a very pleasant day 4 me or U, huh Kate Willis Rippoff, while I waited in line 2 use the fucking ATM machine, and that giant slut yanked the door apart in one mighty fell swoop, while I was there 2 withdraw my cash fee 2 my lawyer 4 my Chapter 13 Bankruptcy Adjudication. Somebody declaring a bankruptcy of more than 330 thousand bucks is not gonna B trusted by any rational attorney 2 write him or the court system, a check. Good old twisty Route 9, right through Pleasantville and Absecon, oh yeah right, huh Bobby Witherspoon and Ann Reese from the early nineteen-sixties and the Richland Elementary School of Quakertown-Carlisle, Pennsylvania, United States of America, Earth, Sol, milky Way Galaxy, (PAUSAESMWG)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If these Callio and McGuire and King scum buckets did not have me 2 dig around in my mother fucking past, what would they possibly ever do 2 sustain their life and sanity, YO??????????????????????? Hay Oprah baby, in case MI never comes clean and tells, not all of her trouble makers were from Suffolk County, New York as a child, U would really think she would appreciate being able 2 come 2 know these freaking facts in her later and mature life.
As 4 today, this is the number of Apollo-Lucifer as far as I’m fucking concerned, the 23rd of every month is normally very nasty and fucking hellish 4 poor ol’ whittle ass me, YO!!!!!!!!!! Like DUH. WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! December 23rd is normally extremely bad, and this day did not let me down one fucking tiny bitch eating bit, YO. As 4 the CHRISTMAS CURSE 4 anyone suffering under the HUNTINGTON HELL, as I fucking do, YO, remember that Paula King murdered my mother in her ‘sleep’ just hours after Christmas ended in the year of 1997, early on Quanza Morning, my fatal heart attack at work at the Cifaloglio site nearly a decade later was at the very same time. Then a couple of years after that, I was murdered again in an automobile crash that was head on and totally fatal. There is nothing fucking funny about any of this shit, but another Daniels recently has taught me it is not always such a bad idea 2 at least attempt 2 find some humor in the worst of things, and thereby, I have come 2 call this so-called car crash-accident, “My Incollingo Chocolate Cup-Cakes Crash”. This story in full is all up on the website on blogs from around that particular Christmas time, YO, Sarah and John, yeah this mystery indeed does keep right on building, U must B a real genius Sarah, U have a name of a goddess anyway. As 4 my coworker Trinidad, he started this “I STINK” problem at work. He is still fucking with me, getting in with customers and telling them afterwards 2 complain about me up at the cash register when they check out. I have come 2 learn that he has a fucking daughter who married a wealthy Jewish man in the medical profession, and from YES U ALL GUESSED IT, mister Cifaloglio, Suffolk County, New York, sheeeeeeeeeeeiiiit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Part of the problem that I face in this HUNTINHTON CURSE, is that I have a weird unexplainable faint memory of the entire repeating part of infinity that is the present lifetime or DREAM-DOWN off of the Astral-Plane, from 2 characters and entities there, one being Rictafarious, and the other being Zeranniss. Only after most things happen does it twin out on me in my mind but in numerous incidents, ‘I all ready know’, just ask Lenny McKinnon if anyone can ever find this Hoffa doppelganger. U also can ask any Copyright Office examiners that may have been working back in 1983 who examined my music. Y do I have this looped memory? No one really can know this IMHO. This belongs 2 the eighth dimension if anything does. Sandy and her faulty memory, she was more accurate than me about 1967, it was not 1968, she was right, what is with the faulty memory, yours is a lot better than mine COUSIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe my hair is just 2 long and I have some crazy ways daughter, so Y not stop and pick up a burger and fries, and maybe get a little counseling. Hay if it’s free, U can’t beat that price, YO. Still, it is 3 dimensions lower Jimmie Wonderer, or is it Donna non-DJ-Wanderer???????????????? Wow, the clues R on a James Bond level now, YO. Or is Jimmie Longling stuck in an endless I-Ching trance with Rocky and some of his peeps????????????????? In any freaking event lads and lassies and Labradors, I was saying BIG-ASS-BUT on blogs way back B4 2009, or 2008 or even 2007, so live with that one, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hypnosis may not B the greatest answer, but I say ‘GOD BLESS IT, TIM’ Letterman, cuzz remv-1. So move over U nut case Bonan Ocryin.
Interactions R beyond bloggable peeps, sorry, even I know shit that is not bloggable in safety. The one I will tell about is after Scylla was finished singing 2 me 4 what seemed years, I fell asleep around a week ago at midnight, and 5 AM seemed literally years away, and when SHE finished her long personal concert 2 me, SHE went over 2 where my parked white truck was, and painted it bright blue. It made no sense until yesterday, while watching the L&O episode on TV, called, “Harvest”. U can Google up the site of www.harvestfoodoutreach.com/ but this harvest is a mere ‘coincidence’, or is it Jack McCoy????????????????? Get the episode, study it all, and in light of other shows, as well as white trucks painted blue by the All Mighty SSJK. The episode originally aired in 1997, the very same year thart I met the Atlantic City branches of THAT-FAMILY of closed BLUEBOOKS of the US AIRFORCE, YO, all white’ed out and redacted, as far as truths taught in the great MORIANITY, its bible and its following foundation, yes I know what HER name is and so does the Library of Congress of 1997, even though they sent me my tape back, huh, Melanie Safka??????????????????
No I never do anything bad or wrong 2 anybody. I am nice, and I do what I should and what is expected of me, without shirking or complaining. But all I ever mother fucking get in return is bull shit and hell. So my life and existence is LIVING FUCKING PROOF THAT THE BIBLE AND CHRISTIUANITY IS NOTHING BUT A FILTHY DIRTY ASS LIE, I would not dare 2 print a fucking lie like that, now would I, I tell the fucking truth here peeps, it is really just that simple, whether John Henningsen likes it or not, or me either. But then there is John and Fred and the Mentors Club of Philadelphia. Huge secrets will B forthcoming with both these 2 dudes, as well as the dude in charge at the time, a MISTER HANS WIRSHING!!!!!!!!!!! Nobody is really who they appear. What did U say last night Mister McCoy, yes it is always 10 PM someplace, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!! Wow, is this the freaking truth. Well, in MI case, we can add about a half hour 2 the time. As 4 all of my friends on Rikers Island in hyperspace, where I was not so lucky; I will CU on the AP. No, we all ready R there and dreaming into all this huge 5th dimensional shit, wow is this great or fucking what peeps???????
Then there is rhythm creation as well as rhythm interruption. Creation is when U walk down a quiet field or beach all by yourself and silently cye and say, “shit man it’s hot today”. U think that this has no effect on cosmos. It is not like going into a crowded tough biker bar and shouting that all bikers R a bunch of fem-pussy ass holes who fuck their mothers. Yet all though one of these 2 things will definitely have immediate and major repercussions and the other will not, as Paul Intricate Pedersen of the great STUDIO PARK RECORDS, would put it so freaking eloquently; this small act could literally cause an avalanche 2 suddenly occur somewhere far across the globe on top of the Himalayan Mountain Chain. All things connect, even in the vacuum of the expansion of outer-space; as nothing exists independently of the entire whole, NOTHING. Quantum Particle Physicists totally know this as the truth, they have proven shit they dare not ever even publish 2 any public 4 fear of total sociological collapse. There is a story larger than the surface of the planet Jupiter about rhythm creations, and yes, I can show how they R so totally ass pertinent 2 my story and my hell, and yes, 2 the freaking Huntington-Curse. But now let me speak a second about the twin of all of this, and this being rhythm interruption. This has been touched on lightly here and there on many of my past blogs, but let me now reiterate, elaborate, and expand a little bit, B4 getting into the hell of fucking today, as it does all fit, and it does all matter, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There is a program in cosmos with a menu the size of near infinity. Inside of this, in a personal way, and with humans or people, is a smaller system operating such as this, and it is not some MATRIX deal. Nobody ever just made this up, or thought it up; it simply IS WHAT IT IS, just as the great ‘Dawn-Marie King’ would put this so perfectly, YO, as I do in fact give credit where credit is freaking due!!!!!!!!!! When I would drive past girls and not pick them up many years ago, back when hitch hiking was maybe not legal but done so often that police rarely enforced laws pertaining 2 it, I noticed that huge time bad shit would happen 2 me as a result, and 2 the point that there was no way that any sane mind could eventually come 2 believe that this was not real and in fact happening and the seemingly 2 totally unrelated events were somehow directly not connected. This is where I need 2 quickly break in here, and interject my own self. When U get that single digit up number from your full SS-# and phone #, multiply it by 94 and write out the full number. This is digit one on a PCN. 4 arriving at digit 2, U then multiply the up-number by the number 5. Again, write it out. This fully written number is digit two on a PCN, and U all should know that digit 3 is a simple result of taking digits one and two and doing something, if U forgot, Google up the GAWNUM. Things that match this PCN, have a lot 2 do with your identity, am I right everybody, YO???? Gawky showed me this the same night that Scylla repainted my white pickup truck. Here in waking life, I do not own nor ever owned a white pickup truck. Now, when U, or me, or anyone, interrupts this life current and does it intentionally with an “I am not playing your game” attitude on a conscious waking level, this will heighten any curse, HUNTINGTON, or whatever, YO!!!!!!!!! Still, tile-tapping and numerous other shit needs B addressed, and will B later on another day, and this all fits together and was figured out by me and only me, when I was in high school in Westmont, New Jersey. U can literally mess up a built in life program and the energetic pattern that they run on and not at all known about in this present time era, and when this happens, all fucking hell does indeed break loose. As 4 the rhythm creations, this does intertwine and interact with interruptions, if one is not all that careful, or just in many instances down right filled with rotten luck. All of this bull shit and much other shit from the last blog, and still so much more, has merely been touched on. It all will B more thoroughly discussed later on, but 4 right now, big ass BUT, and not hacked, and not audio inserted with MI and her friends, I now must tell what happened at work.
Trinidad is the instigator, or Mister Sat. Still, B4 this happened, my coworker and friend, Sandra, was talking 2 me as we both were straightening out some stuff on an aisle that was in need of rearrangement, and she got on the topic of John Kennedy, the conspiracies, the family, and so on, and if U remember, there is a distant part of this family, that also is THAT FAMILY, and this is so dangerous that it just cannot B talked about, it is fucking totally unbloggable, YO, sahwee. 10 or 15 fucking minutes later however, one of the female bosses took me aside and told me I need 2 take some jersey that she handed me and change in the restroom, as complaints R coming in that I stink. Believe me, if I really did stink, Sandra would tell me, she already knows the problem I have had in the past with this monster ass jerk off Sat. She up set me and I punched the wall of the restroom and my hand is injured. How badly it is damaged, I do not know, I still can blog thank the fucking sick and diseased ass gods. I came out and clocked out and went home and called my social worker April Lee. All I can do is post up now and return home and C what the result is. I have had all I can take. I plan 2 leave Florida; and there will B no song up on the U-Tube, FUCK ALL OF U. Much more has been done 2 me than I have ever done 2 any of ‘them’, world. I have nothing 2 fucking apologize 4, I plan 2 throw the stupid fucking CD in the trash, where it fucking belongs, and get the fuck on with my miserable fucking life. Say HI 2 the fucking Queen of England Billy, and if UR reading this, U and DEEDEE turned out 2B just more phonies, in my book, so BYE-BYE, YO!!!!!!
I will survive, and get out of Florida. Coming fucking here was a serious mistake, and one that can B rectified by my getting the mother fucking hell adddddahere, MISTER HARRY CALLAS!!!!!!!
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This was the worst mother fucking clit sniffing toilet water lapping day of my entire mother fucking life, it is super fucking BOTBAR multiplied by quintillions of mother fucking powers, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I will gladly stay off of the mother fucking internet and stop blogging, when left even somewhat fucking alone by these diseased dirt bag enemies, but when they strike hard as shit such as they did today, without fucking mercy, conscience, shame, or one ounce of fucking humanity, then things will go into the GUNS FUCKING BLAZING MODE, as far as I am concerned and I am taking not one mother fucking prisoner, BRO!!!!!!! After all they did 2 me as though this is by no means mother fucking enough, I get here 2 the fucking library where they were all ready waiting 4 me since I left a message over my totally fucking bugged telephone that I would b here, and was greeted at the front door by a CRASH LEVEL LOUD ASS FUCKING PRIVATE PLANE, and may the gods B with U dirt balls when U crash later on fucking today when Maggie gets U, U sick cunt lapping filth shits. Also right at the door, a Fort Pierce, Florida police cruiser was sitting right there as well, who knows, maybe protecting me from even more danger from these jerk off diseased scum, and maybe not. They could just B here coincidentally, or even in league with the aerial shit, copper birds R nothing fucking new peeps, U all know that from viewing shows on TV such as L&O and COPS.
B4I tell what happened from even B4 my alarm awoke me 2 begin this totally wicked horrendous mother fucking day, and it fell out of my hands and broke, I will touch on some other shit. Let me start working backwards a little, with last night around bed time itself. The scum bag strobe-lighter-weaponry-club of UFOVILLE, better known by me from this day forward as the blue-white-book 4 many reasons that will all B told on this very fucking blog right here and now, today; hit me and got me sick as fucking hell, my throat feels as though some ass hole is trying 2 shove Donald Trump’s head-rug right down my throat in whole. YUK. When these bastard ass mother fuckers want U2B sick, U get fucking sick. I never get sick by my own natural process, as my mind is able 2 focus an infinite beam of pure energy right around the frequency level or vibration that the majority of tweeter horns R pitched 2 play at, and at this frequency, there is nothing that lives in the virus and germ world that is able 2 normally penetrate my shell. These same similar Sonics have been used continually 4 quite a long time now, and R directed all around important people, so that they as well escape the flu and the common cold, and this has been touched on slightly on some previous blogging texts. YO!!!!!!!! I have learned 2 do this naturally, but that does not protect me from broken hands, and this will B talked about in a few minutes. 4 right now, they made me sick as hell, they caused me 2 drop my clock this morning as I was shutting my alarm off, this never happened 2 me B4 in my entire mother fucking life. Then the party really got started after driving 2 my work place, and going on the job. Remember, and this is on blogs that R from 3 and 4 and even 5 years old now, here at the blogger website of www.blogger.com/, CHRISTMAS 4 whatever the true and real reason, 4 me, IS A TIME WHEN I CAN B EXPECTED 2B PUMMELED AND ASSAULTED AND BANGED UP BY THIS SCUM AROUND ME EVERY MOTHER FUCKING SINGLE YEAR. This year in Oh-Marola-Ten is nothing new, it can occur on Christmas Day itself or B a day or 2 B4 or after, but it strikes like fucking ass lightning and is as dependable as a precision fucking Swiss ass time piece, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The only thing I can possibly think is going on is that just as per the special secret charts that the late and great David Charles Roth showed 2 me in the early nineteen-nineties, that he managed somehow 2 sneak out of the Mason Lodge where he was a high degreed member, and I feel 2 this day was behind his covert demise and strange death at the ripe old age of 49 years, I am the direct descendant of my 7th grandfather on my maternal family lineage, MISTER SAMUEL HUNTINGTON, signer of the Declaration of Independence, and 4-time office holder of Governor of the state of Connecticut, yes I guess I am white enough Jack McCoy!!!!!!! The question really that is more apropos here is “Am I Julie enough?” Also, question 2 can always B answered by the United States Copyright Office, and that is, “R the answers 2B found in a 1994 book called, ‘THE PERMISSION BARRIER’?” Now MISTER Huntington was a direct descendant of the Queen of Scotland, the great and wonderful MARY. She was a direct descendant of the entire Judah Tribe of Israel, along with the mighty and fantastic King David, and this is an authenticated secret chart known only by the MASONS, and IMHO, is what led 2 the following books and shit by the infamous Dan Brown, YO!!!!!!!!!! All of this is on blogs also, from 2 and 3 and 4 and even 5 fucking years back on the above listed freaking website, BRAHHHH!!!!!!! So this is Christmas, huh, Sarah and John, what R the kids so happy and clappy about on the song, I sure would love 2 freaking ass know, YO. Y this stupid ass area never plays my 4th or 5th or whatever grand pappy’s great song, “Silent Night”, I have not the foggiest notion. This entire area is sure not like up north, they used 2 air the living shit out of that up there during the Christmas season. Joseph Mohr would B turning over in his grave down here in Fountainofyouthville, also known as Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, maybe this is indeed YI am massacred each Christmas season, as I seem 2B the fucking carrier in this present generation, of my family’s horrific curse that I have taken upon myself 2 name, the “HUNTINGTON CURSE”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Both Doreen and Billy let me totally down this autumn, another disappointment, nut again, nothing really is ever one bit new 4 me, it always boils down 2 and goes back 2 the trustworthy and time tested HUNTINGTON CURSE. Still, how the blogs seemed 2 get back 2 normal is anyone’s guess, as those that may B wondering know quite well, that the ROCKING ROBIN TWEETS of the MOUNTAINPEN, have stopped, and normally blogging has resumed, I just have been keeping my big mother fucking ass hole mouth shut all of this time, as the less I fucking say sometimes definitely translates 4 me anyway into the famous quotation of the better part of fucking valor.
One particular “LAW AND ORDER” episode whose title name escapes me presently, says and quotes my fucking monstrous problem far better than I ever could, U did my job and homework 4 me Dick Wolf my old pal, and yes sir, I endlessly will thank U, kind sir. This is the episode with the baseball player that really mirror imaged and twinned the reality story of my local Phillies team, Mitch Williams, and don’t get excited there MI cousin Sandy; and in the show, his character name was Brendan Donner. When the dude that murdered him in a bar by bashing his brains in with a fucking liquor bottle, was on trial and on the freaking witness stand, he said the coolest shit 2 Jack McCoy who was prosecuting him. McCoy after hearing him rant on as I accused of doing by the ‘UM-CLUB’ peeps and many so many others, and saying all sorts of stuff about police planting evidence against him and how one officer or ‘eat-cop’ at the time, Kenny Daniels, always hated him and wanted 2 do him in like the sheriff of poor old Eric Clapton’s early 1970’s county, McCoy turned 2 him and said this and I quote, “U sound awful paranoid”. Then the murderer replied back 2 JJMC, “It isn’t paranoia is somebody really is out 2 get U”. The first time I heard this show re-air and run on the TNT network a number of years back from my Mullica, New Jersey residence at Jenny Plageman’s Trailer Park on the WHITE Horse Pike or ROUTE 30, Julia King, I wanted 2 reach right through the fucking television screen, grab that ugly old murderer and give him a huge bear hug!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh well, glad I didn’t, I would B wearing a liquor bottle on my head where THE TRUMP wears his rug!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, “The Trump is in the Tower”, talk about psychic interactions and blasts from the cock sucking ass past, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But then I seem 2 have such terrible fucking bad luck with names of peeps and things that begin with those 2 magical letters of “TR”, am I correct lads and freaking lassies? I mean, really, and then there is TRINIDAD. Not only the nineteen sixties and the Atlantic City Hotel Trinidad, but then right now and yet, years later in the end of the first decade up here in the great 21st century, down here in sunny scummy Florida, YO. Now I am working with a man from, I said “”””***FROM***”” Trinidad, just 9 miles off of the coast of good old lovely South American Venezuela, where THAT FAMILY has branches, there as well as in many other locations all up and down. The man I called Sam, really Sat, short 4 a longer name beginning with the letters that Saturday begins with, and this day of course is the 1 out of the possible 7 that I picked and chose 2 get myself freaking born in, back on the 4th of December in 1954, 3 Saturdays B4 Christmas, and yes 2010 and 1954 have the precise day falling calendar system all year long. I am gonna say something huge right now 2 all readers. Take your full 10 digit telephone number and your full 9 digit social security number, add up the digits and transfer it into an up-number only one digit long by adding it until it is a mere single digit of between a 1 and a 9. By the way I fucked up on blog SJ-CH-0049, it was not 340, but was 30 seconds that those 2 horrendous peeps were behind me at the bank there in Absecon, New Jersey, not a very pleasant day 4 me or U, huh Kate Willis Rippoff, while I waited in line 2 use the fucking ATM machine, and that giant slut yanked the door apart in one mighty fell swoop, while I was there 2 withdraw my cash fee 2 my lawyer 4 my Chapter 13 Bankruptcy Adjudication. Somebody declaring a bankruptcy of more than 330 thousand bucks is not gonna B trusted by any rational attorney 2 write him or the court system, a check. Good old twisty Route 9, right through Pleasantville and Absecon, oh yeah right, huh Bobby Witherspoon and Ann Reese from the early nineteen-sixties and the Richland Elementary School of Quakertown-Carlisle, Pennsylvania, United States of America, Earth, Sol, milky Way Galaxy, (PAUSAESMWG)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If these Callio and McGuire and King scum buckets did not have me 2 dig around in my mother fucking past, what would they possibly ever do 2 sustain their life and sanity, YO??????????????????????? Hay Oprah baby, in case MI never comes clean and tells, not all of her trouble makers were from Suffolk County, New York as a child, U would really think she would appreciate being able 2 come 2 know these freaking facts in her later and mature life.
As 4 today, this is the number of Apollo-Lucifer as far as I’m fucking concerned, the 23rd of every month is normally very nasty and fucking hellish 4 poor ol’ whittle ass me, YO!!!!!!!!!! Like DUH. WHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! December 23rd is normally extremely bad, and this day did not let me down one fucking tiny bitch eating bit, YO. As 4 the CHRISTMAS CURSE 4 anyone suffering under the HUNTINGTON HELL, as I fucking do, YO, remember that Paula King murdered my mother in her ‘sleep’ just hours after Christmas ended in the year of 1997, early on Quanza Morning, my fatal heart attack at work at the Cifaloglio site nearly a decade later was at the very same time. Then a couple of years after that, I was murdered again in an automobile crash that was head on and totally fatal. There is nothing fucking funny about any of this shit, but another Daniels recently has taught me it is not always such a bad idea 2 at least attempt 2 find some humor in the worst of things, and thereby, I have come 2 call this so-called car crash-accident, “My Incollingo Chocolate Cup-Cakes Crash”. This story in full is all up on the website on blogs from around that particular Christmas time, YO, Sarah and John, yeah this mystery indeed does keep right on building, U must B a real genius Sarah, U have a name of a goddess anyway. As 4 my coworker Trinidad, he started this “I STINK” problem at work. He is still fucking with me, getting in with customers and telling them afterwards 2 complain about me up at the cash register when they check out. I have come 2 learn that he has a fucking daughter who married a wealthy Jewish man in the medical profession, and from YES U ALL GUESSED IT, mister Cifaloglio, Suffolk County, New York, sheeeeeeeeeeeiiiit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Part of the problem that I face in this HUNTINHTON CURSE, is that I have a weird unexplainable faint memory of the entire repeating part of infinity that is the present lifetime or DREAM-DOWN off of the Astral-Plane, from 2 characters and entities there, one being Rictafarious, and the other being Zeranniss. Only after most things happen does it twin out on me in my mind but in numerous incidents, ‘I all ready know’, just ask Lenny McKinnon if anyone can ever find this Hoffa doppelganger. U also can ask any Copyright Office examiners that may have been working back in 1983 who examined my music. Y do I have this looped memory? No one really can know this IMHO. This belongs 2 the eighth dimension if anything does. Sandy and her faulty memory, she was more accurate than me about 1967, it was not 1968, she was right, what is with the faulty memory, yours is a lot better than mine COUSIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe my hair is just 2 long and I have some crazy ways daughter, so Y not stop and pick up a burger and fries, and maybe get a little counseling. Hay if it’s free, U can’t beat that price, YO. Still, it is 3 dimensions lower Jimmie Wonderer, or is it Donna non-DJ-Wanderer???????????????? Wow, the clues R on a James Bond level now, YO. Or is Jimmie Longling stuck in an endless I-Ching trance with Rocky and some of his peeps????????????????? In any freaking event lads and lassies and Labradors, I was saying BIG-ASS-BUT on blogs way back B4 2009, or 2008 or even 2007, so live with that one, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hypnosis may not B the greatest answer, but I say ‘GOD BLESS IT, TIM’ Letterman, cuzz remv-1. So move over U nut case Bonan Ocryin.
Interactions R beyond bloggable peeps, sorry, even I know shit that is not bloggable in safety. The one I will tell about is after Scylla was finished singing 2 me 4 what seemed years, I fell asleep around a week ago at midnight, and 5 AM seemed literally years away, and when SHE finished her long personal concert 2 me, SHE went over 2 where my parked white truck was, and painted it bright blue. It made no sense until yesterday, while watching the L&O episode on TV, called, “Harvest”. U can Google up the site of www.harvestfoodoutreach.com/ but this harvest is a mere ‘coincidence’, or is it Jack McCoy????????????????? Get the episode, study it all, and in light of other shows, as well as white trucks painted blue by the All Mighty SSJK. The episode originally aired in 1997, the very same year thart I met the Atlantic City branches of THAT-FAMILY of closed BLUEBOOKS of the US AIRFORCE, YO, all white’ed out and redacted, as far as truths taught in the great MORIANITY, its bible and its following foundation, yes I know what HER name is and so does the Library of Congress of 1997, even though they sent me my tape back, huh, Melanie Safka??????????????????
No I never do anything bad or wrong 2 anybody. I am nice, and I do what I should and what is expected of me, without shirking or complaining. But all I ever mother fucking get in return is bull shit and hell. So my life and existence is LIVING FUCKING PROOF THAT THE BIBLE AND CHRISTIUANITY IS NOTHING BUT A FILTHY DIRTY ASS LIE, I would not dare 2 print a fucking lie like that, now would I, I tell the fucking truth here peeps, it is really just that simple, whether John Henningsen likes it or not, or me either. But then there is John and Fred and the Mentors Club of Philadelphia. Huge secrets will B forthcoming with both these 2 dudes, as well as the dude in charge at the time, a MISTER HANS WIRSHING!!!!!!!!!!! Nobody is really who they appear. What did U say last night Mister McCoy, yes it is always 10 PM someplace, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!! Wow, is this the freaking truth. Well, in MI case, we can add about a half hour 2 the time. As 4 all of my friends on Rikers Island in hyperspace, where I was not so lucky; I will CU on the AP. No, we all ready R there and dreaming into all this huge 5th dimensional shit, wow is this great or fucking what peeps???????
Then there is rhythm creation as well as rhythm interruption. Creation is when U walk down a quiet field or beach all by yourself and silently cye and say, “shit man it’s hot today”. U think that this has no effect on cosmos. It is not like going into a crowded tough biker bar and shouting that all bikers R a bunch of fem-pussy ass holes who fuck their mothers. Yet all though one of these 2 things will definitely have immediate and major repercussions and the other will not, as Paul Intricate Pedersen of the great STUDIO PARK RECORDS, would put it so freaking eloquently; this small act could literally cause an avalanche 2 suddenly occur somewhere far across the globe on top of the Himalayan Mountain Chain. All things connect, even in the vacuum of the expansion of outer-space; as nothing exists independently of the entire whole, NOTHING. Quantum Particle Physicists totally know this as the truth, they have proven shit they dare not ever even publish 2 any public 4 fear of total sociological collapse. There is a story larger than the surface of the planet Jupiter about rhythm creations, and yes, I can show how they R so totally ass pertinent 2 my story and my hell, and yes, 2 the freaking Huntington-Curse. But now let me speak a second about the twin of all of this, and this being rhythm interruption. This has been touched on lightly here and there on many of my past blogs, but let me now reiterate, elaborate, and expand a little bit, B4 getting into the hell of fucking today, as it does all fit, and it does all matter, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There is a program in cosmos with a menu the size of near infinity. Inside of this, in a personal way, and with humans or people, is a smaller system operating such as this, and it is not some MATRIX deal. Nobody ever just made this up, or thought it up; it simply IS WHAT IT IS, just as the great ‘Dawn-Marie King’ would put this so perfectly, YO, as I do in fact give credit where credit is freaking due!!!!!!!!!! When I would drive past girls and not pick them up many years ago, back when hitch hiking was maybe not legal but done so often that police rarely enforced laws pertaining 2 it, I noticed that huge time bad shit would happen 2 me as a result, and 2 the point that there was no way that any sane mind could eventually come 2 believe that this was not real and in fact happening and the seemingly 2 totally unrelated events were somehow directly not connected. This is where I need 2 quickly break in here, and interject my own self. When U get that single digit up number from your full SS-# and phone #, multiply it by 94 and write out the full number. This is digit one on a PCN. 4 arriving at digit 2, U then multiply the up-number by the number 5. Again, write it out. This fully written number is digit two on a PCN, and U all should know that digit 3 is a simple result of taking digits one and two and doing something, if U forgot, Google up the GAWNUM. Things that match this PCN, have a lot 2 do with your identity, am I right everybody, YO???? Gawky showed me this the same night that Scylla repainted my white pickup truck. Here in waking life, I do not own nor ever owned a white pickup truck. Now, when U, or me, or anyone, interrupts this life current and does it intentionally with an “I am not playing your game” attitude on a conscious waking level, this will heighten any curse, HUNTINGTON, or whatever, YO!!!!!!!!! Still, tile-tapping and numerous other shit needs B addressed, and will B later on another day, and this all fits together and was figured out by me and only me, when I was in high school in Westmont, New Jersey. U can literally mess up a built in life program and the energetic pattern that they run on and not at all known about in this present time era, and when this happens, all fucking hell does indeed break loose. As 4 the rhythm creations, this does intertwine and interact with interruptions, if one is not all that careful, or just in many instances down right filled with rotten luck. All of this bull shit and much other shit from the last blog, and still so much more, has merely been touched on. It all will B more thoroughly discussed later on, but 4 right now, big ass BUT, and not hacked, and not audio inserted with MI and her friends, I now must tell what happened at work.
Trinidad is the instigator, or Mister Sat. Still, B4 this happened, my coworker and friend, Sandra, was talking 2 me as we both were straightening out some stuff on an aisle that was in need of rearrangement, and she got on the topic of John Kennedy, the conspiracies, the family, and so on, and if U remember, there is a distant part of this family, that also is THAT FAMILY, and this is so dangerous that it just cannot B talked about, it is fucking totally unbloggable, YO, sahwee. 10 or 15 fucking minutes later however, one of the female bosses took me aside and told me I need 2 take some jersey that she handed me and change in the restroom, as complaints R coming in that I stink. Believe me, if I really did stink, Sandra would tell me, she already knows the problem I have had in the past with this monster ass jerk off Sat. She up set me and I punched the wall of the restroom and my hand is injured. How badly it is damaged, I do not know, I still can blog thank the fucking sick and diseased ass gods. I came out and clocked out and went home and called my social worker April Lee. All I can do is post up now and return home and C what the result is. I have had all I can take. I plan 2 leave Florida; and there will B no song up on the U-Tube, FUCK ALL OF U. Much more has been done 2 me than I have ever done 2 any of ‘them’, world. I have nothing 2 fucking apologize 4, I plan 2 throw the stupid fucking CD in the trash, where it fucking belongs, and get the fuck on with my miserable fucking life. Say HI 2 the fucking Queen of England Billy, and if UR reading this, U and DEEDEE turned out 2B just more phonies, in my book, so BYE-BYE, YO!!!!!!
I will survive, and get out of Florida. Coming fucking here was a serious mistake, and one that can B rectified by my getting the mother fucking hell adddddahere, MISTER HARRY CALLAS!!!!!!!
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Tuesday, December 14, 2010
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0049
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
SAFE JOURNAL, BOOK-CHAPTER 0049
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BLOG SUBTITLE: “CONCLUSION TO DYFDS”
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There is no mother fucking way in dirt bag shit ass hell that I can ever do the blog the way I would like 2, it literally would terminate all fucking life on this planet in a matter of hours, and it most likely could not B done in reality, well enough 2 really count and thus really do in fact have this catastrophic ass effect on shit. I will however, do my very best right now here today, 2 do a college-best-effort here, and attempt 2 try and highlight shit that we can spend literally months if not years further exploring later on, me ol’ Morians, YARR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am at the library, and planned my previous blog 2B a little longer, but good old STINK-BOY had come in just shortly B4I terminated and posted upstairs on the internet computers, and left. I was in no fucking mood 2 put up with ass hole SB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me tell U all a quick shit here peeps. I am not a people hater, and my heart is no ice machine. I cannot ever afford 2 trust anyone. If SSJK in HER human form thinks 4 one single minute that she has a copyright on this attitude, I hope SHE reads this blog of today eventually, and realizes that SHE is by no means the only one wearing “those sad shoes, or maybe hit by them”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me explain my fucking self, YO. This mentally challenged dude who I refer 2 as STINK-BOY, smirked at me, and I did not imagine it, in a way that only a fully operational brain could have done, and meant, as I was exiting this library last time I was here blogging. I mean a full and dirty smirk. PEOPLE, ANIMALS, WEATHER, MACHINES, remember this at all fucking ass times peeps, this compresses by the author of MORIANITY, me or the Mountainpen, as PAWM. The PAWM is real, and it is deadly dangerous, and more frightening than any horror movie ever made even using near future VR-TECK allowing a viewer a full and total mind merge with the program, huh Arnie Terminator Rippoffman!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will keep the UMCLUBBERS happy and bust up my walls of text with many paragraphs. This is my quick opening 2 the 49th book-blog of “Safe Journal, Epitome of Harassment, Internet Version”.
This next chapter will B a super quick and abridged bunch of happenings, I swear B4 any and all legal systems, voluntarily, that every word spoken and typed and publicly posted is all the absolute truth, with no omissions and no additions whatsoever, no exaggerations, no colorings, and no personal bias. This is sworn now by me officially, under any and all penalty 4 perjury, libel, and or anything else that relates 2 punishing a publisher 4 printing and posting untruths or down right lies. There is no time order here with any of this, and is just my telling of the actual events that happened 2 me, and against me, by some unknown powerful entity, entities, person, or persons, over the past week or two or so. I have no reason 2 lie or make up shit so fucking monstrous and powerful and despicably fucking evil down 2 its total hub and core. First, 3 times now, total, time devices have stopped 4 me, in my house twice, and once at my work place. The time that the devices all stopped and froze up at was 10:30, twice in the AM, and once in the PM. But 10:30 was indeed the mother fucking time, RIGHT ON THE MOTHER FUCKING NOSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At my jobsite at the Orange Harvest, this first happened on Thursday morning. Then again it reoccurred at my home on Friday evening. It was my watch at work on Thursday, and it was my battery face clock in my home dining room on Friday. Then just today at work, my watch again stopped at precisely 10:30 this fucking morning, at the Orange Harvest. Now at this rate, I will B 100 hours typing and I do not have 100 hours, so let me just make a quick list and I will B elaborating on what I say quickly here, later on, not totally today, some will B today, and much will B further told and explained on many future blog chapters of this SAFE JOURNAL. Starting with my next paragraph, this will B a super ultra compressed list that U will just have 2 live with 4 today, but powers out there that know shit and what is really 4 real, will know that I know things, and this will really make their fucking diseased day and week and life, HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It seems that my “PRIVECODE MACHINE”, that I purchased from the International Mobil Machines Corporation in December of 1982, 28 years ago just about 2 this very date as I speak and type right now, was responsible 4 my glandular condition that I have agonized with and suffered through ever since June the 4th in 1983 around what time, TEN-THIRTY, in the Post Meridian, (evening). My learning this happened recently, just shy of when these 10:30 time-stoppages corresponded up here in late 2010. I have had floods in my house and there has been no rain in my area, I have been lied 2 by April Lee and Y am I not at all surprised? She told me that she updated my EBT situation with my new address, new job information, and new income and expenses and all other relevant information, and I came 2 learn just 24 hours ago, that she totally lied 2 me and did nothing. If I am in any legal trouble as a result of this, I will hire a public offender 2 defend me and sue her Corporation, Helping Individuals LLC. The obese lady is not only unfinished, she is not even mic’d up yet!!!!!!!!!!! Told U Gina that the Dow Jones would shoot up last week aft5er that horrific mother fucking Saturday I was put through 9 fucking days ago, YO!!!!!!!! They do not want THIS blog today on the internet, as I overheard a librarian say that the computers will most likely not B up and running today, some strange technical difficulty, yeah right, like the fucking day the entire system went down just last August when Rick was trying 2 help me post up a blog, and we managed 2 pull off a clever little stunt. So they had 2 sh8ut down the fucking entire internet system 4 a while, county ass wide, I was told!!!!!!!! What am I dealing with, who am I David Roth, Saddam Hussein? What is this, Fort Pierce, Florida, or is it really fucking Baghdad here?? Then there is my story that the entire world that wants 2 know, does in fact know, about something called, “TIMELESS SATELLITE”. U know about the robot-plan, the entire unfathomable operation that I conceived of totally just after reaching my fucking 16th birthday. What 16 year old kid is thinking about shit even a fucking trillionth this off the wall and out of the fucking Twilight-Zone 4 CRISSAKE??????????? Well, I had just been out of contact with THAT FAMILY and its branches of Atlantic City, New Jersey, 4 a year or two, and had not been with nor had I seen the mighty Paula King, but still thought of her and the entire Quoddy-Moc gang of Atlantic City and their leader, Sarah, very often, COPYRIGHT OFFICE, and Morians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now examine in your own minds the entire plan of how I was gonna raise this huge amount of money so that I could construct this satellite and come 2 live on it out in the future, and compare this with exactly what Julia White in fact does do, not just in her PAULA KING persona, but in so many more, from psychiatrists 2 Lab Technicians 2 hospitality related employee, and the list is nearly fucking endless. U know, a quick diversion here 4 a moment if my Blogaud will permit this, along with my ‘uncle’ Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon, New York, but the book I wrote called, “The Permission Barrier” in 1994, speaks of Julia White, and the freaking Copyright Office knows all this only 2 freaking well, 7 times over!!!!!!! Many psychologists and psychiatrists and counselors that I saw around the time that I was going totally mad and bonkers with this (finding Sarah problem) back in the middle nineteen-nineties, were all so major ass totally and vehemently and powerfully against me being hypnotized so that I would hopefully better remember strange and potentially repressed and blocked memories about and regarding things that took place in the summer time in the year of 1986, and all of this major fucking bull shit is all blogged on blogs from 3 and 4 years ago, and up on the famous Google-owned original blogging website of www.blogger.com/. U know it strikes me funny, and I admit that I find myself needing 2 ask the question, could Paula King B from the future and also B a citizen of Timeless Satellite? I only ask this because there is such a phenomenon as round robin cause and effect space-time, and I renamed this wild shit in middle 1987, an ‘evental-time-warp’ situation. Mister Scott on the Star Trek 1986 movie about the Humpback Whales, discusses this, when he asks Doctor McCoy, and I quote, “How do we know he didn’t invent the thing”. Back 2 The Future, the movie, also does this when the music is played 2 the cousin who supposedly wrote and performed this in the first place. In truth, none of this is accurate, and hyperspace and the 5th dimension makes this entire thing just 2 overly simplified, but I use it now only 2 make a powerful point in ponder. We will get back 2 all of this shit later on, but 4 right now my list continues onward peeps. Every day on my job has become super fucking hell, just as with fucking Cifaloglio back in Folsom, New Jersey, it started out OK, and as all things do with me, they rapidly just turn magically into total mother fucking stinky shit. Yesterday, Monday, I went into work and began as I always do, arranging a proper order of drinks in all of the coolers. Other peeps who I do not trust as far as I could throw, begin their day there B4 the door unlocks 4 me and the other AARP program workers. Anyone could have done this. Behind an area that was obstructed from view, was a nasty sharp chunk of fucking broken glass, and when I reached in 2 move some sodas over, this piece of jagged glass slid right into my mother fucking left ring finger causing it 2 fucking profusely bleed. My day was botbar instantly at that point, but no day, anymore, is NOT fucking botbar. I can wake up and all ready mother fucking know that it is going 2B a very bad ass fucking shitty day. I managed 2 get the glass out and the bleeding stopped, but they wanted me 2 lose a day’s pay and go 2 a doctor. Fuck that shit Henry Fonda Weirdaudiovideoeffects!!!!!!!!!!! As 4 the “cut finger” and with “glass”, yesterday marked the precise one year anniversary 4 me being in Florida, I officially hit Jacksonville, Florida just minutes past midnight back in 2009, on that very same fucking day, December the 13th!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was in 1986, on the 15th day of diseased fucking August, when I both cut my finger with glass, and sent my newly written song down 4 copyright 2 the Library of Congress, called, “REAL GOOD GIRL”. Who knows, maybe cousin Sarah Callio will visit with U, MI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, AS THEY SAID ON THE “LAW AND ORDER” television show episode yesterday on the TNT Network, number 43 channel here on Comcast Cable lineup at Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG, “JURIES HATE COINCIDENCES”!!!!!!!!!!!! Moving on and just staying with the quick points of what has been happening 2 me basically ever since I fucking posted my real no-no blog of SJ-CH-0046, obviously, nighttime interactions R beyond wild. They R4 the most part simply not safe 2 blog. Yes I love the National Football League, and I hate Apollo-Lucifer 4 many of the things that HE has done 2 me; and the year of 1976 is certainly no fucking exception. Yeah, those juries!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Giant pussy is everywhere, and quite a lot of it is very friendly, well, so was giant teen queen Paula King, and 2 friendly upon 4 distinct occasions. If I am good enough 2 throw under the boardwalk on fireworks night back in 1969, Y was I not good enough 2 marry, PK???????????????? RU afraid, U will start vanishing along with Michael Jayshake Fox?????????????? Then there is the weapon talked about on many learning and educational television channels. The most recent show was on the HISTORY CHANNEL, I believe it is called, “Modern Marvels”. They showed the non-lethal weapon that was used on me back in the nineteen eighties, with the strobe light that makes one quite nauseous, and can effect and cause irregular heartbeat, dizziness, involuntary bowel movements, and many other ill effects on peeps physically, depending on intensity levels and particular settings. Let me keep the UMCLUBBERS happy and break up my text walls as I move this even further along now, folks.
At the very same time that PRIVECODE was delivered 2 my apartment, number 1802, in Voorhees Township in New Jersey, USAESMWG, in December of 1982, I went over 2 the home of Herbert Letts, and along with me was a man by the name of George Belton. Herby had constructed a wild group of machines, and had a powerful laser that I am sure was totally illegal 4 any private citizen 2 own and possess, and was actually bouncing it off of the moon, and then into a strange box filled with mixed gasses that somehow caused the distance of 1.5 light seconds round trip or LSRT, 2B sort of placed in a field that caused this delay effect 2 multiply countless times, and equal out 2 about 34 trillion miles instead of about 475,000 miles. He had a wild looking system that permitted him 2 view on a wild looking television screen, the very room we all were in, only when he zoomed into it, a calendar was clearly hanging on the wall displaying MAY 1977. A man entered the room on this television screen and all though no sound was heard, it was Herby, and he was younger, a boy in his late teens. I got up and without saying a single word 2 either George or Herby, walked out of the house and got into my 1978 Chevy Nova and drove several miles back 2 1802 Robin Hill Apartments. I did not C Herby again until the year of 1996, and things between us were ugly, and we can stop right here with this 4 today.
Not only did many shrinks and counselors have powerful anti-opinions regarding my getting hypnotized and remembering things about 1986, but there was a dude at the Saint Barnabas place where I received some counseling over a several year period shortly after being placed on the Social Security Disability System in the autumn of the year of 1994. He was the top doc there, and had a degree in psychiatry. He intentionally forced me 2 run into a patient that resembled SARAH from Atlantic City, who frightened me terribly. She was a giant, with long dark hair and huge chocolate brown eyes. I begged him not 2 make me come there at the same day and time, and he kept doing it. Now B4 he was seeing me, there was a dude named Keith. He also was major against the hypnosis. One day he called my mom on the telephone where she was employed at a famous Philadelphia shipping company, and said 2 her that he no longer wanted 2 treat me, and that he was having a nervous breakdown as a result of seeing me and learning of my story with the Krassle family and 1986. Now B4I saw this man, there was a wild cool dude named Lenny. Unlike another Lenny from 1980, I really liked this dude. He told me one day that I would remember him saying 2 me that if I ever do get hypnotized, it will lead 2 me finding out all the stuff I am seeking 2 learn about this family, but that it will B a serious mistake. He told me that he had, as I had, practiced serious I-Ching as a boy. He was only in his late teens or there about then, so this was just a short while back. Then he told me that I might need 2 talk 2 him someday again if I go against his advice and ever get myself hypnotized, and that he would show me a way 4 this 2 happen. Well, he did, and that needs 2B stopped right the fuck where it is 4 the sake of many, myself included.
When I reapplied 4 my EBT benefits yesterday after work, all fucking hellfire broke fucking loose peeps. There was a sticker on the bottom of my shoe that I noticed was just there, I must have somehow stepped on it. I peeled it off and it said, “The bright morning star is here 2 stay” A trinitrail set of lines in bright yellow were on the display and the black bold type writing was on top. Some peeps know the word asterisk, I say TRINITRAIL 4 many personal reasons that date back 2 this very era in time, and exactly 41 years ago, from Oaklyn, New Jersey, USAESMWG. The closest star 2 this planet is our bright yellow sun. On the Astral Plane, the greatest of all of the gods that the GODDESS SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE ever dream-created, Apollo-Lucifer, is also known in many spiritual circles indeed as the bright morning star. The rising of our morning sun, THE MORNING LIGHT, and Copyrighted in 1980 by me, the song that is, not the sun, Jimmy Cousinkisser Dean of beat-up year 1975, YO!!!!!!!!!! I put this sticky thing in my pocket and went into the place where I had 2 reapply 4 my food card bennies. Somehow, the computer or some enemy programmer thought they were super cute and fucked up the entire password system on my online account from last year when I had come here and originally applied 4 these mother fucking bennies. It is 2 complex 2 explain the details right now today. If the girl had not known me and gone 2 the trouble 2 help me set up new codes and re-do things, I’d B fucked out of my food bennies right now as I fucking speak, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On the ASTRAL-PLANE, the word SUNGOD is spoken RAH. The H is not totally silent but can B, like the Christmas night that my 4th grandfather on my dad’s side wrote the famous fucking song about. Still, it is interesting how so many recording artists have been a major part of my life 4 more than 56 years now, or RA’s. He is a powerful and fascinating character. NFL’s, and AC’s, oh well, I suppose I asked 2B wall slammed and tackled a bit that time in my mom’s apartment in Media, Pennsylvania, USAESMWG. Playing around with things such as the ‘FASCITAR’ and the ‘I-Ching’ indeed can have some dire consequences, just as the mighty and eminent James T. Burr told me around these days and times, BRO. When I got 2 the place, as the place is in the same building where I work, but first I went home 4 a quick shower, it was maybe around 2”30 give or take a few minutes yesterday afternoon, and the winds were blowing hard and strong, both in and outside of Donald Rugtop Trumps mighty Castle Marina, Carlittia, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Normal small private airplanes were all grounded under Federal Aviation Administration guidelines and regulations I am quite positive. Wind gusts had 2B in the 30-40 knot range. Still, I parked and walked, and as I walked over that horrible sticker that ended up were else but on my freaking non-bloody lucky-7 Scylla shoe, glittering in the Florida sun on such a nice cold day, boom, out of nowhere, this crash low level private plane zoomed right the fucking hell over my head and over the Harvest building, the website of where I work is www.harvestfoodoutrach.org/ and there is ol’ Mountainpen right there, with my misspelled name of Marc, it is Mark, DUH!!!!!!!!!! Me and me’ ol’ swirvy light-bulbs and my empty food pantry. Hay peeps, I’d rather starve the fuck 2 death then 2B back there living as a kidnapped prisoner with my life totally fucking commandeered by distant cousins of MI. SHE says, vengeance is indeed HERS, oh well, who am I ever 2 argue with the All mighty SCYLLA GODDESS???????????????
Speaking of the great SCYLLA, and HER Earthly identity, 16=16 no matter how U perceive this. Letter 13 + letter 3, or if U wish 2 subtract, my song from 1996 on May the 12th, SARAH, Copyright ME, goes, and I quote, “We were but 10 and now we’re old, I loved her then but I never told”. She exists as a 16 year old endless entity and her current human life and how she lives it totally personifies every word I claim. Then HER insistence on agreeing with me really adds 2 my story’s credibility, first with the treadmill commercial shown during the “Sweet 16” show, and then also factor in the 2008 project name that SHE did, and my song called, “Don’t Hide, U Can’t Hide”, where it goes, “Mark and Sarah aren’t the only 2 that know the diction”. Any jury that would dismiss these John Jack McCoy coincidences does not know about the L&O television show. Obviously there is so much more, but today is not a day I am trying 2 prove anything 2 anyone, I have many better things 2 do, and I assure U, many bigger fish 2 fry. This great bay-fish is no shellfish. He is doing all he can 2 get this thing up on the U-TUBE 4 his powerful and eternal GODDESS, and 4 CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!! But the song that discusses great fish in bays, known as “Real Good Girl” (RGG), is nothing more than subconscious evidence that certain things really did in fact happen. It is this very song in 1986 that is in fact the physical world evidence that the ERASED MEMORY of the event, DID IN FACT ALL REALLY HAPPEN. T—H—I—S is Y, and only this, my entire life changed when I made this song public, on the night of the 15th of August in 1986, by sending it in the United States Mail System, 2 the Office of the Copyrights, Library of the Congress. Still, just less than 15 years later and a short time B4 27 less than MMM as the Romans would put it so well, perished in the Manhattan attack of nine-eleven-one, I was at a place known as Technion Furniture, in Mount Laurel, New Jersey. I was guarding this building 4 the Assets Protection Security Company of Pennsylvania. Many blogs show where I have renamed this outfit, the Assholes Protection, but that as Moe Howard would say so well in-between eye plucks, is neither here nor there. A giant Paula King look alike and her husband the architect of the mother fucking building came over one weekend and wanted 2C the place. The girl told me she would pull the door right off the hinges if I did not let her and her hubby inside. She was wearing some weird outfit and on it were 5 large “A” letters all in a row, with the middle one as the largest one, and the 2B4 and after it, were both smaller, creating a mountain with the middle-A being the most tall and pronounced. Also it was bright red, and the other 4 of them were sort of darker varying colors. In my mind I felt she was trying 2 tell me something that had 2 do with music, such as middle-A on a piano. Well Middle-A is in fact exactly 330 HERTZ. That is a simple fact, both musically, and electronically. Several years later, I still worked 4 the Assholes Protection peeps, and was declaring a 330,000 dollar personal chapter 13 bankruptcy. When I was on my way 2 this place where the final adjudication of my bankruptcy case was 2 take place, and where I met up with my attorney and we had 2 sit and talk 2 a judge; I had stopped a half hour B4 this at the Commerce Bank in Absecon, New Jersey, and now is called the TD Bank, there was a girl who resembled this other giant from the Technion Building who had threatened me that she was gonna rip the door right off if I did not open it 4 her and her architect hubby, and this girl was with a dude who also resembled the hubby from back in 2001, and they were about 340 seconds behind me, and I was waiting in an area between sets of doors, where users of ATM machines waited until it was their turn 2 use the ATM. Intentionally, this girl threw this very heavy bank door open so hard, that she broke it right off of the hinges, and the glass smashed all over the place. Then she grinned at me and said, “I wasn’t even trying”. There was no reason 4 any of that, but I was shaking in my fucking boots. Later that very same day, it hit me like a fucking bolt of Diana (lightning). Middle ‘A’, 330, as in a 330,000 dollar personal bankruptcy. Does it get better than this, MISTER Steve Spielberg, SIR??????????????? Believe me when I say that I am tired and need 2 go home. I could list much more and go into huge details on thousands of things on any one of these given topics and points.
My DEEDEE birds follow me everywhere that I go and fortunately, look after me ands watch over me very carefully. This is all out of 1000 Twilight Zone shows. No one would ever believe 2% of my freaking bloody glistening red bloody shoe story, I know that, and I also know that their lack of belief does not dispel or disprove one single solitary mother fucking shit eating thing, YO, BRAHH!
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SAFE JOURNAL, BOOK-CHAPTER 0049
WORLD LABORATORIES OF 2299—SBT DATFILE:
CH0049-121410.550
BLOG SUBTITLE: “CONCLUSION TO DYFDS”
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There is no mother fucking way in dirt bag shit ass hell that I can ever do the blog the way I would like 2, it literally would terminate all fucking life on this planet in a matter of hours, and it most likely could not B done in reality, well enough 2 really count and thus really do in fact have this catastrophic ass effect on shit. I will however, do my very best right now here today, 2 do a college-best-effort here, and attempt 2 try and highlight shit that we can spend literally months if not years further exploring later on, me ol’ Morians, YARR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am at the library, and planned my previous blog 2B a little longer, but good old STINK-BOY had come in just shortly B4I terminated and posted upstairs on the internet computers, and left. I was in no fucking mood 2 put up with ass hole SB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me tell U all a quick shit here peeps. I am not a people hater, and my heart is no ice machine. I cannot ever afford 2 trust anyone. If SSJK in HER human form thinks 4 one single minute that she has a copyright on this attitude, I hope SHE reads this blog of today eventually, and realizes that SHE is by no means the only one wearing “those sad shoes, or maybe hit by them”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let me explain my fucking self, YO. This mentally challenged dude who I refer 2 as STINK-BOY, smirked at me, and I did not imagine it, in a way that only a fully operational brain could have done, and meant, as I was exiting this library last time I was here blogging. I mean a full and dirty smirk. PEOPLE, ANIMALS, WEATHER, MACHINES, remember this at all fucking ass times peeps, this compresses by the author of MORIANITY, me or the Mountainpen, as PAWM. The PAWM is real, and it is deadly dangerous, and more frightening than any horror movie ever made even using near future VR-TECK allowing a viewer a full and total mind merge with the program, huh Arnie Terminator Rippoffman!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will keep the UMCLUBBERS happy and bust up my walls of text with many paragraphs. This is my quick opening 2 the 49th book-blog of “Safe Journal, Epitome of Harassment, Internet Version”.
This next chapter will B a super quick and abridged bunch of happenings, I swear B4 any and all legal systems, voluntarily, that every word spoken and typed and publicly posted is all the absolute truth, with no omissions and no additions whatsoever, no exaggerations, no colorings, and no personal bias. This is sworn now by me officially, under any and all penalty 4 perjury, libel, and or anything else that relates 2 punishing a publisher 4 printing and posting untruths or down right lies. There is no time order here with any of this, and is just my telling of the actual events that happened 2 me, and against me, by some unknown powerful entity, entities, person, or persons, over the past week or two or so. I have no reason 2 lie or make up shit so fucking monstrous and powerful and despicably fucking evil down 2 its total hub and core. First, 3 times now, total, time devices have stopped 4 me, in my house twice, and once at my work place. The time that the devices all stopped and froze up at was 10:30, twice in the AM, and once in the PM. But 10:30 was indeed the mother fucking time, RIGHT ON THE MOTHER FUCKING NOSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At my jobsite at the Orange Harvest, this first happened on Thursday morning. Then again it reoccurred at my home on Friday evening. It was my watch at work on Thursday, and it was my battery face clock in my home dining room on Friday. Then just today at work, my watch again stopped at precisely 10:30 this fucking morning, at the Orange Harvest. Now at this rate, I will B 100 hours typing and I do not have 100 hours, so let me just make a quick list and I will B elaborating on what I say quickly here, later on, not totally today, some will B today, and much will B further told and explained on many future blog chapters of this SAFE JOURNAL. Starting with my next paragraph, this will B a super ultra compressed list that U will just have 2 live with 4 today, but powers out there that know shit and what is really 4 real, will know that I know things, and this will really make their fucking diseased day and week and life, HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It seems that my “PRIVECODE MACHINE”, that I purchased from the International Mobil Machines Corporation in December of 1982, 28 years ago just about 2 this very date as I speak and type right now, was responsible 4 my glandular condition that I have agonized with and suffered through ever since June the 4th in 1983 around what time, TEN-THIRTY, in the Post Meridian, (evening). My learning this happened recently, just shy of when these 10:30 time-stoppages corresponded up here in late 2010. I have had floods in my house and there has been no rain in my area, I have been lied 2 by April Lee and Y am I not at all surprised? She told me that she updated my EBT situation with my new address, new job information, and new income and expenses and all other relevant information, and I came 2 learn just 24 hours ago, that she totally lied 2 me and did nothing. If I am in any legal trouble as a result of this, I will hire a public offender 2 defend me and sue her Corporation, Helping Individuals LLC. The obese lady is not only unfinished, she is not even mic’d up yet!!!!!!!!!!! Told U Gina that the Dow Jones would shoot up last week aft5er that horrific mother fucking Saturday I was put through 9 fucking days ago, YO!!!!!!!! They do not want THIS blog today on the internet, as I overheard a librarian say that the computers will most likely not B up and running today, some strange technical difficulty, yeah right, like the fucking day the entire system went down just last August when Rick was trying 2 help me post up a blog, and we managed 2 pull off a clever little stunt. So they had 2 sh8ut down the fucking entire internet system 4 a while, county ass wide, I was told!!!!!!!! What am I dealing with, who am I David Roth, Saddam Hussein? What is this, Fort Pierce, Florida, or is it really fucking Baghdad here?? Then there is my story that the entire world that wants 2 know, does in fact know, about something called, “TIMELESS SATELLITE”. U know about the robot-plan, the entire unfathomable operation that I conceived of totally just after reaching my fucking 16th birthday. What 16 year old kid is thinking about shit even a fucking trillionth this off the wall and out of the fucking Twilight-Zone 4 CRISSAKE??????????? Well, I had just been out of contact with THAT FAMILY and its branches of Atlantic City, New Jersey, 4 a year or two, and had not been with nor had I seen the mighty Paula King, but still thought of her and the entire Quoddy-Moc gang of Atlantic City and their leader, Sarah, very often, COPYRIGHT OFFICE, and Morians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now examine in your own minds the entire plan of how I was gonna raise this huge amount of money so that I could construct this satellite and come 2 live on it out in the future, and compare this with exactly what Julia White in fact does do, not just in her PAULA KING persona, but in so many more, from psychiatrists 2 Lab Technicians 2 hospitality related employee, and the list is nearly fucking endless. U know, a quick diversion here 4 a moment if my Blogaud will permit this, along with my ‘uncle’ Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon, New York, but the book I wrote called, “The Permission Barrier” in 1994, speaks of Julia White, and the freaking Copyright Office knows all this only 2 freaking well, 7 times over!!!!!!! Many psychologists and psychiatrists and counselors that I saw around the time that I was going totally mad and bonkers with this (finding Sarah problem) back in the middle nineteen-nineties, were all so major ass totally and vehemently and powerfully against me being hypnotized so that I would hopefully better remember strange and potentially repressed and blocked memories about and regarding things that took place in the summer time in the year of 1986, and all of this major fucking bull shit is all blogged on blogs from 3 and 4 years ago, and up on the famous Google-owned original blogging website of www.blogger.com/. U know it strikes me funny, and I admit that I find myself needing 2 ask the question, could Paula King B from the future and also B a citizen of Timeless Satellite? I only ask this because there is such a phenomenon as round robin cause and effect space-time, and I renamed this wild shit in middle 1987, an ‘evental-time-warp’ situation. Mister Scott on the Star Trek 1986 movie about the Humpback Whales, discusses this, when he asks Doctor McCoy, and I quote, “How do we know he didn’t invent the thing”. Back 2 The Future, the movie, also does this when the music is played 2 the cousin who supposedly wrote and performed this in the first place. In truth, none of this is accurate, and hyperspace and the 5th dimension makes this entire thing just 2 overly simplified, but I use it now only 2 make a powerful point in ponder. We will get back 2 all of this shit later on, but 4 right now my list continues onward peeps. Every day on my job has become super fucking hell, just as with fucking Cifaloglio back in Folsom, New Jersey, it started out OK, and as all things do with me, they rapidly just turn magically into total mother fucking stinky shit. Yesterday, Monday, I went into work and began as I always do, arranging a proper order of drinks in all of the coolers. Other peeps who I do not trust as far as I could throw, begin their day there B4 the door unlocks 4 me and the other AARP program workers. Anyone could have done this. Behind an area that was obstructed from view, was a nasty sharp chunk of fucking broken glass, and when I reached in 2 move some sodas over, this piece of jagged glass slid right into my mother fucking left ring finger causing it 2 fucking profusely bleed. My day was botbar instantly at that point, but no day, anymore, is NOT fucking botbar. I can wake up and all ready mother fucking know that it is going 2B a very bad ass fucking shitty day. I managed 2 get the glass out and the bleeding stopped, but they wanted me 2 lose a day’s pay and go 2 a doctor. Fuck that shit Henry Fonda Weirdaudiovideoeffects!!!!!!!!!!! As 4 the “cut finger” and with “glass”, yesterday marked the precise one year anniversary 4 me being in Florida, I officially hit Jacksonville, Florida just minutes past midnight back in 2009, on that very same fucking day, December the 13th!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was in 1986, on the 15th day of diseased fucking August, when I both cut my finger with glass, and sent my newly written song down 4 copyright 2 the Library of Congress, called, “REAL GOOD GIRL”. Who knows, maybe cousin Sarah Callio will visit with U, MI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, AS THEY SAID ON THE “LAW AND ORDER” television show episode yesterday on the TNT Network, number 43 channel here on Comcast Cable lineup at Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG, “JURIES HATE COINCIDENCES”!!!!!!!!!!!! Moving on and just staying with the quick points of what has been happening 2 me basically ever since I fucking posted my real no-no blog of SJ-CH-0046, obviously, nighttime interactions R beyond wild. They R4 the most part simply not safe 2 blog. Yes I love the National Football League, and I hate Apollo-Lucifer 4 many of the things that HE has done 2 me; and the year of 1976 is certainly no fucking exception. Yeah, those juries!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Giant pussy is everywhere, and quite a lot of it is very friendly, well, so was giant teen queen Paula King, and 2 friendly upon 4 distinct occasions. If I am good enough 2 throw under the boardwalk on fireworks night back in 1969, Y was I not good enough 2 marry, PK???????????????? RU afraid, U will start vanishing along with Michael Jayshake Fox?????????????? Then there is the weapon talked about on many learning and educational television channels. The most recent show was on the HISTORY CHANNEL, I believe it is called, “Modern Marvels”. They showed the non-lethal weapon that was used on me back in the nineteen eighties, with the strobe light that makes one quite nauseous, and can effect and cause irregular heartbeat, dizziness, involuntary bowel movements, and many other ill effects on peeps physically, depending on intensity levels and particular settings. Let me keep the UMCLUBBERS happy and break up my text walls as I move this even further along now, folks.
At the very same time that PRIVECODE was delivered 2 my apartment, number 1802, in Voorhees Township in New Jersey, USAESMWG, in December of 1982, I went over 2 the home of Herbert Letts, and along with me was a man by the name of George Belton. Herby had constructed a wild group of machines, and had a powerful laser that I am sure was totally illegal 4 any private citizen 2 own and possess, and was actually bouncing it off of the moon, and then into a strange box filled with mixed gasses that somehow caused the distance of 1.5 light seconds round trip or LSRT, 2B sort of placed in a field that caused this delay effect 2 multiply countless times, and equal out 2 about 34 trillion miles instead of about 475,000 miles. He had a wild looking system that permitted him 2 view on a wild looking television screen, the very room we all were in, only when he zoomed into it, a calendar was clearly hanging on the wall displaying MAY 1977. A man entered the room on this television screen and all though no sound was heard, it was Herby, and he was younger, a boy in his late teens. I got up and without saying a single word 2 either George or Herby, walked out of the house and got into my 1978 Chevy Nova and drove several miles back 2 1802 Robin Hill Apartments. I did not C Herby again until the year of 1996, and things between us were ugly, and we can stop right here with this 4 today.
Not only did many shrinks and counselors have powerful anti-opinions regarding my getting hypnotized and remembering things about 1986, but there was a dude at the Saint Barnabas place where I received some counseling over a several year period shortly after being placed on the Social Security Disability System in the autumn of the year of 1994. He was the top doc there, and had a degree in psychiatry. He intentionally forced me 2 run into a patient that resembled SARAH from Atlantic City, who frightened me terribly. She was a giant, with long dark hair and huge chocolate brown eyes. I begged him not 2 make me come there at the same day and time, and he kept doing it. Now B4 he was seeing me, there was a dude named Keith. He also was major against the hypnosis. One day he called my mom on the telephone where she was employed at a famous Philadelphia shipping company, and said 2 her that he no longer wanted 2 treat me, and that he was having a nervous breakdown as a result of seeing me and learning of my story with the Krassle family and 1986. Now B4I saw this man, there was a wild cool dude named Lenny. Unlike another Lenny from 1980, I really liked this dude. He told me one day that I would remember him saying 2 me that if I ever do get hypnotized, it will lead 2 me finding out all the stuff I am seeking 2 learn about this family, but that it will B a serious mistake. He told me that he had, as I had, practiced serious I-Ching as a boy. He was only in his late teens or there about then, so this was just a short while back. Then he told me that I might need 2 talk 2 him someday again if I go against his advice and ever get myself hypnotized, and that he would show me a way 4 this 2 happen. Well, he did, and that needs 2B stopped right the fuck where it is 4 the sake of many, myself included.
When I reapplied 4 my EBT benefits yesterday after work, all fucking hellfire broke fucking loose peeps. There was a sticker on the bottom of my shoe that I noticed was just there, I must have somehow stepped on it. I peeled it off and it said, “The bright morning star is here 2 stay” A trinitrail set of lines in bright yellow were on the display and the black bold type writing was on top. Some peeps know the word asterisk, I say TRINITRAIL 4 many personal reasons that date back 2 this very era in time, and exactly 41 years ago, from Oaklyn, New Jersey, USAESMWG. The closest star 2 this planet is our bright yellow sun. On the Astral Plane, the greatest of all of the gods that the GODDESS SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE ever dream-created, Apollo-Lucifer, is also known in many spiritual circles indeed as the bright morning star. The rising of our morning sun, THE MORNING LIGHT, and Copyrighted in 1980 by me, the song that is, not the sun, Jimmy Cousinkisser Dean of beat-up year 1975, YO!!!!!!!!!! I put this sticky thing in my pocket and went into the place where I had 2 reapply 4 my food card bennies. Somehow, the computer or some enemy programmer thought they were super cute and fucked up the entire password system on my online account from last year when I had come here and originally applied 4 these mother fucking bennies. It is 2 complex 2 explain the details right now today. If the girl had not known me and gone 2 the trouble 2 help me set up new codes and re-do things, I’d B fucked out of my food bennies right now as I fucking speak, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On the ASTRAL-PLANE, the word SUNGOD is spoken RAH. The H is not totally silent but can B, like the Christmas night that my 4th grandfather on my dad’s side wrote the famous fucking song about. Still, it is interesting how so many recording artists have been a major part of my life 4 more than 56 years now, or RA’s. He is a powerful and fascinating character. NFL’s, and AC’s, oh well, I suppose I asked 2B wall slammed and tackled a bit that time in my mom’s apartment in Media, Pennsylvania, USAESMWG. Playing around with things such as the ‘FASCITAR’ and the ‘I-Ching’ indeed can have some dire consequences, just as the mighty and eminent James T. Burr told me around these days and times, BRO. When I got 2 the place, as the place is in the same building where I work, but first I went home 4 a quick shower, it was maybe around 2”30 give or take a few minutes yesterday afternoon, and the winds were blowing hard and strong, both in and outside of Donald Rugtop Trumps mighty Castle Marina, Carlittia, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Normal small private airplanes were all grounded under Federal Aviation Administration guidelines and regulations I am quite positive. Wind gusts had 2B in the 30-40 knot range. Still, I parked and walked, and as I walked over that horrible sticker that ended up were else but on my freaking non-bloody lucky-7 Scylla shoe, glittering in the Florida sun on such a nice cold day, boom, out of nowhere, this crash low level private plane zoomed right the fucking hell over my head and over the Harvest building, the website of where I work is www.harvestfoodoutrach.org/ and there is ol’ Mountainpen right there, with my misspelled name of Marc, it is Mark, DUH!!!!!!!!!! Me and me’ ol’ swirvy light-bulbs and my empty food pantry. Hay peeps, I’d rather starve the fuck 2 death then 2B back there living as a kidnapped prisoner with my life totally fucking commandeered by distant cousins of MI. SHE says, vengeance is indeed HERS, oh well, who am I ever 2 argue with the All mighty SCYLLA GODDESS???????????????
Speaking of the great SCYLLA, and HER Earthly identity, 16=16 no matter how U perceive this. Letter 13 + letter 3, or if U wish 2 subtract, my song from 1996 on May the 12th, SARAH, Copyright ME, goes, and I quote, “We were but 10 and now we’re old, I loved her then but I never told”. She exists as a 16 year old endless entity and her current human life and how she lives it totally personifies every word I claim. Then HER insistence on agreeing with me really adds 2 my story’s credibility, first with the treadmill commercial shown during the “Sweet 16” show, and then also factor in the 2008 project name that SHE did, and my song called, “Don’t Hide, U Can’t Hide”, where it goes, “Mark and Sarah aren’t the only 2 that know the diction”. Any jury that would dismiss these John Jack McCoy coincidences does not know about the L&O television show. Obviously there is so much more, but today is not a day I am trying 2 prove anything 2 anyone, I have many better things 2 do, and I assure U, many bigger fish 2 fry. This great bay-fish is no shellfish. He is doing all he can 2 get this thing up on the U-TUBE 4 his powerful and eternal GODDESS, and 4 CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!! But the song that discusses great fish in bays, known as “Real Good Girl” (RGG), is nothing more than subconscious evidence that certain things really did in fact happen. It is this very song in 1986 that is in fact the physical world evidence that the ERASED MEMORY of the event, DID IN FACT ALL REALLY HAPPEN. T—H—I—S is Y, and only this, my entire life changed when I made this song public, on the night of the 15th of August in 1986, by sending it in the United States Mail System, 2 the Office of the Copyrights, Library of the Congress. Still, just less than 15 years later and a short time B4 27 less than MMM as the Romans would put it so well, perished in the Manhattan attack of nine-eleven-one, I was at a place known as Technion Furniture, in Mount Laurel, New Jersey. I was guarding this building 4 the Assets Protection Security Company of Pennsylvania. Many blogs show where I have renamed this outfit, the Assholes Protection, but that as Moe Howard would say so well in-between eye plucks, is neither here nor there. A giant Paula King look alike and her husband the architect of the mother fucking building came over one weekend and wanted 2C the place. The girl told me she would pull the door right off the hinges if I did not let her and her hubby inside. She was wearing some weird outfit and on it were 5 large “A” letters all in a row, with the middle one as the largest one, and the 2B4 and after it, were both smaller, creating a mountain with the middle-A being the most tall and pronounced. Also it was bright red, and the other 4 of them were sort of darker varying colors. In my mind I felt she was trying 2 tell me something that had 2 do with music, such as middle-A on a piano. Well Middle-A is in fact exactly 330 HERTZ. That is a simple fact, both musically, and electronically. Several years later, I still worked 4 the Assholes Protection peeps, and was declaring a 330,000 dollar personal chapter 13 bankruptcy. When I was on my way 2 this place where the final adjudication of my bankruptcy case was 2 take place, and where I met up with my attorney and we had 2 sit and talk 2 a judge; I had stopped a half hour B4 this at the Commerce Bank in Absecon, New Jersey, and now is called the TD Bank, there was a girl who resembled this other giant from the Technion Building who had threatened me that she was gonna rip the door right off if I did not open it 4 her and her architect hubby, and this girl was with a dude who also resembled the hubby from back in 2001, and they were about 340 seconds behind me, and I was waiting in an area between sets of doors, where users of ATM machines waited until it was their turn 2 use the ATM. Intentionally, this girl threw this very heavy bank door open so hard, that she broke it right off of the hinges, and the glass smashed all over the place. Then she grinned at me and said, “I wasn’t even trying”. There was no reason 4 any of that, but I was shaking in my fucking boots. Later that very same day, it hit me like a fucking bolt of Diana (lightning). Middle ‘A’, 330, as in a 330,000 dollar personal bankruptcy. Does it get better than this, MISTER Steve Spielberg, SIR??????????????? Believe me when I say that I am tired and need 2 go home. I could list much more and go into huge details on thousands of things on any one of these given topics and points.
My DEEDEE birds follow me everywhere that I go and fortunately, look after me ands watch over me very carefully. This is all out of 1000 Twilight Zone shows. No one would ever believe 2% of my freaking bloody glistening red bloody shoe story, I know that, and I also know that their lack of belief does not dispel or disprove one single solitary mother fucking shit eating thing, YO, BRAHH!
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Thursday, December 9, 2010
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
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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.
BBB---AAA---CCC---KKK********OOO---FFF---FFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANSMISSION, YO.
SAFE JOURNAL, BOOK-CHAPTER 0048
WORLD LABS OF 2295—SBT—DATFILE: CH-0047-120910.639
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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.
BBB---AAA---CCC---KKK********OOO---FFF---FFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END TRANSMISSION, YO.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 0047
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
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Lads and Lassies and all else from cock roaches 2 floating shit molecules, let me B right up front and in your face by opening up here on this blogging text and saying that WOMO-OTAMM-SCUM-MILI-2-FORCE, PUT ME THROUGH THE WORST HELL OF MY ENTIRE MOTHER FUCKING COCK SUCKING SHIT EATING BASTARD ASS LIFE SINCE POSTING UP BLOG NUMBER SJ-0046, THE ONE B4 THIS ONE, YO, DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But UC peeps, I know now that I struck some huge and hyper fucking time nerves, and when U drill a dental patient’s tooth all ready aching and infected without any Novocain 4 the pain, and put your face 2 close 2 his or her foot, don’t B super fucking ass shocked when he or she kicks your mother fucking teeth down your damn cunt lapping ass throat, at the speed of light squared, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, GIANT PUSSYS R climbing out of the woodwork, normally, a super indicator that much more than just this fucking shit is transpiring so horrifically around my damn ass, Jim Kirk Spok!!!!!! Yes, do not expect my cussing 2 just simply waltz away, not when this much mother fucking bull shit is happening 2 me, and peeps, I could type 4 a solid 10 fucking diseased hours and only scratch mere fucking ass surfaces, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was ASSAULTED AND PUMMELED AND REEMED TIMES TEN 2 THE POWER OF TWENTY ON MY 56TH FUCKING BIRTHDAY, Saturday, but this is not where this blog will begin, as this indeed is not the beginning of the story since my last blog ended and I exited this fucking library, YO!!!!!!!! However, when I left the library on Saturday, after not doing a blog as I WAS STOPPED AND PREVENTED FROM DOING MY BLOG, I came 2 a decision and a major fucking ass conclusion, and that is that I will B shortly purchasing a used laptop from someone I know here in Fort Pierce who sells used LT’s, and then have my COMCAST CABLE service upgraded 2 both service with cable television as well as internet freaking service, this fucking library fucking shit IS TOTALLY OVER, ENOUGH IS FUCKING Streisand-summer-1980 ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I arrived here at the library, the parking was bad but a bit better, but trashy mobs of peeps were everywhere, and giant sluts were really all over the place, and going out of there way from the very second that I stepped out of my fucking vehicle, 2 get all around me, and annoy me, and show off their enormous size and height. Then I finally walked into the library, and scum bags were all over ALL FUCKING 4 OF THE WORD PROCESSOR MACHINES, and were not going anyplace. The sluts upstairs thought it was funny as I walked by looking over 2C if space existed up there when none was 2B found on the lower level, and they instantly began giggling and making fun and teasing, and believe fucking me, I know when fucking shit is meant 4 me and meant 2B annoying and upsetting 4 fucking ass pathetic fucking me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM IMAGINING NOTHING, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So I decided then and there, I am saving now 2 purchase a used laptop and get an internet home service from the Comcast Cable Television peeps, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But not only did this shit all happen 2 me on my 56th birthday, last Saturday, after 2 years from the fucking time that filthy fat ass Dawn-Marie King totally fucked up my 54th birthday, it is all on the fucking blogs of December the 4th of OH-MAROLA-ASS-8, YO, but this was only the beginning of the absolute mother fucking shit swallowing worst day literally that I was forced 2 live through and mother fucking experience in somewhere between 5 and 25 fucking years lads and lassies, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Super fucking shit happened, and we will talk about the entire fucking shit, but not right this second, as first, I will get my fucking vengeance, whether Scylla-Jehovah gets pissed off about it or not, as SHE claims that SHE has full rights 2 this, maybe the Library of Congress can offer proof 4 me sometime, is there any symbol on your office records up there in DC, of a document such as, “VENGEANCE”- © SCYLLA?????????????????????? I am merely going by the writings of the OLD TESTAMENT.
Donald Trump despises my living fucking guts, and used 2 hate me a lot more until ‘my trip 2 Florida, number 2’. My opinion of your word on the street about me back in 1986, U and Richard Karpf and information 411 operators that do totally unexplainable things, and the entire bunch of roach swallowing fart sniffers that all think that they know me so damn ass well; and have made a billion dollars off of using my life 2 fund their idea-trust over 2 decades, impress me like a terra ton of pig shit mixed with the Grand Canyons filled 2 the top with maggots. U make me sicker than all of my bloody red shoes all put together. Still, one powerful shit thing happened just last night that works 2 vindicate fucking me a whole lot, and I will get 2 one of their great television shows, YO.
First off, and in absolutely no order of importance, since I am not in any position 2 authoritatively assign this listing, let alone blog it out publicly, the girl at work that I told U was reassigned so our shifts would miss by an hour, is back, and second, the weather is breaking all records set 4 decades and decades here in all of southern Florida. Dave Roth noticed the hyperspace effect of sudden temperature drop outs that go beyond norms. I have cited the incident at the WAWA Convenience Sore of Williamstown on numerous occasions during my five plus year blogging career now and just talked about it on a very recent blog work, again BRRRR!!!!!!!! Heat is caused by vibrating matter in most normal physical circumstances. Probably every child alive today has rubbed their hands together 2 warm them on a cold or cool day, and most peeps have experienced how if U bend certain materials back and forth and then touch them, U can get a scorching burn on your fingers. When heat is suddenly removed, one might ask the question of his or her self, “What ‘else’ was also removed in the proximity of this occurrence?” Again, this is not stressing the point of exciting atoms and causing them 2 vibrate faster and warm or heat up the material surface that they comprise, but instead, how heat is the reality in physics and not cold, and cold results only by removing heat, there is no cold 4 cold’s sake. This holds true of the darkness, verses light as well. Many things alter 4 me in major ways when temps suddenly drop off also, this is nothing new, and both I alone as well as Dave Roth and myself together, indeed had many wild ass experiences, but this is not the major and the only topic I am addressing here peeps. We R going 2B discussing frightening topics such as somnambulism as well as symbion entities who appear 2B able 2 intentionally and consciously enter and leave bodies of persons who live amongst us, at ages normally between 5-12 years, and exit them normally close 2 the time right B4 the death of their bodies. I met a girl in Atlantic City, New Jersey in the middle nineteen sixties that is no regular normal girl; and I also met members of her friend circle and peeps in her family, that indeed were Simbians. This is a term that few know about, and if U Google it up, it is doubtful that much if anything will ‘pop-up’. Simbian entities R not that different from phase 5 Astral Plane entities. U all know that phase-4 entities attempt 2 dream down into the hyperspace or here in waking life, in ways not permitted by the 7th dimensional circuitry of the entire system, known as LAWTRONICS. When they defy the LAWTRONICS, they enter into the human waking world merely as ideas and fantasies and imaginations of peeps such as fiction writers and along these lines. Some have developed the power however, 2 control the human carrier of their signals, so 2 speak, in not all that different ways from dominant exploratron entities such as Paula King, also known as Mini-Great Viqueen, Jewelly White. We will move further on, believe me, with all of this, and especially with ‘mother and daughter murderer’ Paula, but 4 right now, this other shit needs 2B talked about first.
Here is what was done 2 me on Saturday, also my 56th fucking ass birthday: Anyone that is so cunt lapping mother fucking diseased as 2 destroy and totally fucking wreck a mans birthday OVER AND OVER AND OVER FUCKING AGAIN, and this shit’s all officially previously blogged, should U wish 2 read any of the past 5 or so 4th of December’s, YO, but this kind of monster ass fucking filth and submaggotization, Poor Richard Franklin, just simply put cannot ever B properly expressed or given close 2 an adequate report and definition on. Just take mucus, loose shit, maggots, and infected pigs and grind it all up and multiply by fifty fucking trillion or so, and maybe, JUST FUCKING MAYBE, this is what these peeps and their evil wicked mothers come close 2 really being in their true real and honest forms. I woke up at 9 or so in the fucking morning at the age of physical plane 56 years, and it all began quietly with no outright or obvious signs that things were going 2 turn catastrophically fucking disastrous on a fucking parabolic scale times the velocity of light cubed, within a relatively short march of fucking hours, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT IT FUCKING ASS DID PEEPS, YO!!!!!!!! First the giants, the inability 2 blog, being laughed at by those INTENETIONALLY RESPONCIBLE 4 HOGGING UP ALL OF THE LIBRARY WORD PROCESSOR FUCKING MACHINES, and then after going home and taking off my pants in order 2 change into a comfy pair of shorts, my belt broke or so I thought that it did, the one I recently purchased at the K-Mart store on Route one here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!! Just as with the watch band also purchased from this very same store, the part that hooks was somehow stuck in a reverse position and could not B forced out and back 2 the normal position. However, when I got redressed and returned back 2 the K-Mart store, the lady there easily pushed the clip through as though I was some helpless weak retarded fucking demented child. I felt 3 inches tall standing there in public after telling how this thing was all screwed up and this lady easily just POOF, repaired it like nothing was wrong, with all sorts of shit heads all standing around mocking me. Then I left the store and went up the mini-not-great-mall, 2 where the grocery store is located so that I could purchase some ice cream and meats. First, the store had none of the flavors of ice cream that I buy, and when I bought the meat and tried 2 check out and pay 4 it, it was like trying 2 launch a mother fucking NASA Shuttle craft 2 the fucking space station, and back home again. There were quite a few peeps, but not a super mob, in the store. Still, I kept getting fucked over, again and again, trying 2 change lines and get checked out, I literally was there an hour, and it was right out of the most hideous deplorable fucking horror show that ever was produced on this fucking ass planet, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U all ain’t heard nothin’ yet, so tell Al Jolson 2 hold onto his fat-ass lady singer girlfriend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I then proceed 2 another store 2 purchase a few electrical devices 4 my house, including a couple of multiple strip outlets. This was the Fort Pierce Radio Shack on Okeechobee Road right near the Wal-Mart and the entrance onto the highway I-95. I waited patiently holding stuff I purchased in my hand, while they waited on numerous customers and were totally ignoring me. When I finally spoke up, they apologized and said that they did not even notice me standing right there, RIGHT IN PLAIN FUCKING VIEW LADS AND FUCKING LASSIES, yes, there goes the old INVISIBILITY FUCKING HOLOGRAM AGAINST ME AGAIN, HUG AGENT 1986 MAXWELL, reale Tom smart, huh????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still think the fat lady’s song is even near being fucking over peeps, sheeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I still wanted ice cream, and went 2 another grocery store. This time, I was able 2 buy the last 2 boxes containing my flavor. I go 2 stand in the check out line, and this time all though the wait was not long, a bunch of fucking jerk offs in another line were jeering at me and fucking with me 4 absolutely no reason at all, seemingly as if they knew that something major was gonna happen 2 me when I left the fucking store. I went 2 turn right after stopping at the stop, and waited 4 all traffic 2 go by, and there was nothing, NOTHING. I turned. As soon as I made the mother fucking cunt bleeding turn, I hear the loudest holler of a mans voice that I ever mother fucking heard in 56 years, 2 the very day, of my miserable fucking life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Instantly, in my rear view mirror, they was a scum bag dirt ball that SIMPLY WAS NOT THERE WHEN I MADE THE FUCKING TURN, on a mother fucking motorcycle, and after about a half mile ride up the road the light turned red, and I slowed down along with the traffic in front of me, with this dirt bag fucking jerk off biker right behind me. I was ready at this fucking point 2 go totally fucking thermo nuclear, and thought 2 myself, I am going 2 get out of the vehicle at the light and go back there with something that I had bought and was in the back seat, that would have totally fucking brained that numb scull ass hole, and as soon as this went into my head, he swerved suddenly down onto a tiny side road that seemed 2 appear from nowhere, and he was just gone, as though he never was even mother fucking there, and I am now wondering if he really ever fucking was!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then I observed some thumb in the ass small fucking chemtrails attacking me, and coming right at me, not one, but 2 of them over a 5 minute or so time separation. When I got home, I counter struck with a major electronic metaphysics counterattack that none of U out here need 2 know fucking beer beans about 4 right now today, YO!!!!! But this was just my birthday, Friday was when it truly began, and here is the fucking deal peeps. I was sleepy B4 my show, “The Mentalist” came on television, and was watching the network channel, and taping it. I remember when I got sleepy, it was around a quarter shy of 10 Thursday night, the show I enjoy watching comes on at 10. I shut off the TV set and let the recorder and the cable box remain on. At 1:15 I was awakened by power going off in my room, not power all over the fucking house however, just on one side of my room, the side not even connected 2 the television system. I awoke with a fucking bang, and my entire Friday was ruined as a result. When I came home from work, I wanted 2 watch the tape of my show. I ran it back, and just at the very spot where I began getting sleepy, and I know this as the system was taping the show that was airing B4 mine, and I remembered that about a minute after I shut down the television set, from the show I had been watching, it suddenly began distorting and acting weird, and then it just turned into a large black nothing with an occasional white line horizontally zapping through the screen. I wonder just what the fucking MENTALIST show had on it in that fucking episode last week, that some fucking enemy DID NOT FUCKING WANT ME 2 FUCKING C?????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This fucked up my Friday, and then THEY went 4 the ultimate hyper time fucking kill on my 56th birthday, Saturday. Only something lower than fucking whale shit could enjoy ruining a mans birthday every mother fucking year, this is beyond having no conscience or shame, this is the epitome of shit and dead skunks endlessly stuck in a nose, and then multiplied by a million!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The only thing that could B worse about this attack that I suffered through would B if I had 2 become the bastard sick diseased peeps that were responsible 4 pulling this hellish nightmare fucking shit off against me, YO.
Mayor Levy put a pack of rats in my Mullica New Jersey mobile home back in 2005 somewhere. His cousins on his wife side kidnapped me and tortured me, kidnapping with the intent 2 terrorize, a major felony and one with no fucking statute of limitations. But McGuire and other cousins did far worse with burning shit down and really hurting peeps, even killing Janis. I used 2 think this was all bad enough. This is nothing peeps. We will B discussing unbloggable shit, insurance policies on daughters, murders, being pushed off of a famous ocean pier by your own mother, and then there is the sanitized police reports of the future life, the great accident, the miracle, the first canonization, the second does not impress me very much, but wow, there really should B2 of them, yes, I know all of it Paula, ALL OF IT, so keep bringing it on like U did Saturday, and U better B ready 2 kill me.
This is nothing, the shit I will say on my next blog, as I can B careful and talk around this, but one day, I will get very specific, and end the entire world as we all know it and love in it, so B ready, and watch the signs peeps, stay vigilant, I find the thief in the night biblical reference one wild coincidence, in lieu of mi missing audio cassette, oh well, I realize now how much U wanted it, and I should have let U take it, U did any way, along with the chain!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The next chapter of mi SJ, #0048 will B part 3 of DYFDS, and U all will C what this is all about, how things change, right King Nebuchadnezzar??????? When I used the mighty GAWNUM 2 ask Y my fucking birthday was ruined times a googolplex, the cards brought me number 972, this includes the word “MORIANITY”, and all the things mentioned in Morianity, YO, things such as LAKEHOUSE, GIANT GIRL, FIRE DREAM, JANE FONDA, ZERANNISS, I’M GOING TO GET ALONG WITHOUT YOU, and ROBERT MCGUIRE OF ATLANTIC CITY.
Jesus fucking Christ, what else does Gawky Gaukauk have 2 say 2 me, Leticia Tilley. Tell 3rd cuzz, her MAS will B under her tree, or really, on U-TUBE, I truly am sorry 4 August of 1986. Yes Beaver, U may have broken dad’s window, but Planet Earth came whisper ass close 2 missing out on the greatest voice ever 2 exist because of a window, and always that same window, right Robert McGuire, do U ever smile buddy????????????????????
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Lads and Lassies and all else from cock roaches 2 floating shit molecules, let me B right up front and in your face by opening up here on this blogging text and saying that WOMO-OTAMM-SCUM-MILI-2-FORCE, PUT ME THROUGH THE WORST HELL OF MY ENTIRE MOTHER FUCKING COCK SUCKING SHIT EATING BASTARD ASS LIFE SINCE POSTING UP BLOG NUMBER SJ-0046, THE ONE B4 THIS ONE, YO, DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But UC peeps, I know now that I struck some huge and hyper fucking time nerves, and when U drill a dental patient’s tooth all ready aching and infected without any Novocain 4 the pain, and put your face 2 close 2 his or her foot, don’t B super fucking ass shocked when he or she kicks your mother fucking teeth down your damn cunt lapping ass throat, at the speed of light squared, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also, GIANT PUSSYS R climbing out of the woodwork, normally, a super indicator that much more than just this fucking shit is transpiring so horrifically around my damn ass, Jim Kirk Spok!!!!!! Yes, do not expect my cussing 2 just simply waltz away, not when this much mother fucking bull shit is happening 2 me, and peeps, I could type 4 a solid 10 fucking diseased hours and only scratch mere fucking ass surfaces, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was ASSAULTED AND PUMMELED AND REEMED TIMES TEN 2 THE POWER OF TWENTY ON MY 56TH FUCKING BIRTHDAY, Saturday, but this is not where this blog will begin, as this indeed is not the beginning of the story since my last blog ended and I exited this fucking library, YO!!!!!!!! However, when I left the library on Saturday, after not doing a blog as I WAS STOPPED AND PREVENTED FROM DOING MY BLOG, I came 2 a decision and a major fucking ass conclusion, and that is that I will B shortly purchasing a used laptop from someone I know here in Fort Pierce who sells used LT’s, and then have my COMCAST CABLE service upgraded 2 both service with cable television as well as internet freaking service, this fucking library fucking shit IS TOTALLY OVER, ENOUGH IS FUCKING Streisand-summer-1980 ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I arrived here at the library, the parking was bad but a bit better, but trashy mobs of peeps were everywhere, and giant sluts were really all over the place, and going out of there way from the very second that I stepped out of my fucking vehicle, 2 get all around me, and annoy me, and show off their enormous size and height. Then I finally walked into the library, and scum bags were all over ALL FUCKING 4 OF THE WORD PROCESSOR MACHINES, and were not going anyplace. The sluts upstairs thought it was funny as I walked by looking over 2C if space existed up there when none was 2B found on the lower level, and they instantly began giggling and making fun and teasing, and believe fucking me, I know when fucking shit is meant 4 me and meant 2B annoying and upsetting 4 fucking ass pathetic fucking me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM IMAGINING NOTHING, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So I decided then and there, I am saving now 2 purchase a used laptop and get an internet home service from the Comcast Cable Television peeps, BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But not only did this shit all happen 2 me on my 56th birthday, last Saturday, after 2 years from the fucking time that filthy fat ass Dawn-Marie King totally fucked up my 54th birthday, it is all on the fucking blogs of December the 4th of OH-MAROLA-ASS-8, YO, but this was only the beginning of the absolute mother fucking shit swallowing worst day literally that I was forced 2 live through and mother fucking experience in somewhere between 5 and 25 fucking years lads and lassies, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Super fucking shit happened, and we will talk about the entire fucking shit, but not right this second, as first, I will get my fucking vengeance, whether Scylla-Jehovah gets pissed off about it or not, as SHE claims that SHE has full rights 2 this, maybe the Library of Congress can offer proof 4 me sometime, is there any symbol on your office records up there in DC, of a document such as, “VENGEANCE”- © SCYLLA?????????????????????? I am merely going by the writings of the OLD TESTAMENT.
Donald Trump despises my living fucking guts, and used 2 hate me a lot more until ‘my trip 2 Florida, number 2’. My opinion of your word on the street about me back in 1986, U and Richard Karpf and information 411 operators that do totally unexplainable things, and the entire bunch of roach swallowing fart sniffers that all think that they know me so damn ass well; and have made a billion dollars off of using my life 2 fund their idea-trust over 2 decades, impress me like a terra ton of pig shit mixed with the Grand Canyons filled 2 the top with maggots. U make me sicker than all of my bloody red shoes all put together. Still, one powerful shit thing happened just last night that works 2 vindicate fucking me a whole lot, and I will get 2 one of their great television shows, YO.
First off, and in absolutely no order of importance, since I am not in any position 2 authoritatively assign this listing, let alone blog it out publicly, the girl at work that I told U was reassigned so our shifts would miss by an hour, is back, and second, the weather is breaking all records set 4 decades and decades here in all of southern Florida. Dave Roth noticed the hyperspace effect of sudden temperature drop outs that go beyond norms. I have cited the incident at the WAWA Convenience Sore of Williamstown on numerous occasions during my five plus year blogging career now and just talked about it on a very recent blog work, again BRRRR!!!!!!!! Heat is caused by vibrating matter in most normal physical circumstances. Probably every child alive today has rubbed their hands together 2 warm them on a cold or cool day, and most peeps have experienced how if U bend certain materials back and forth and then touch them, U can get a scorching burn on your fingers. When heat is suddenly removed, one might ask the question of his or her self, “What ‘else’ was also removed in the proximity of this occurrence?” Again, this is not stressing the point of exciting atoms and causing them 2 vibrate faster and warm or heat up the material surface that they comprise, but instead, how heat is the reality in physics and not cold, and cold results only by removing heat, there is no cold 4 cold’s sake. This holds true of the darkness, verses light as well. Many things alter 4 me in major ways when temps suddenly drop off also, this is nothing new, and both I alone as well as Dave Roth and myself together, indeed had many wild ass experiences, but this is not the major and the only topic I am addressing here peeps. We R going 2B discussing frightening topics such as somnambulism as well as symbion entities who appear 2B able 2 intentionally and consciously enter and leave bodies of persons who live amongst us, at ages normally between 5-12 years, and exit them normally close 2 the time right B4 the death of their bodies. I met a girl in Atlantic City, New Jersey in the middle nineteen sixties that is no regular normal girl; and I also met members of her friend circle and peeps in her family, that indeed were Simbians. This is a term that few know about, and if U Google it up, it is doubtful that much if anything will ‘pop-up’. Simbian entities R not that different from phase 5 Astral Plane entities. U all know that phase-4 entities attempt 2 dream down into the hyperspace or here in waking life, in ways not permitted by the 7th dimensional circuitry of the entire system, known as LAWTRONICS. When they defy the LAWTRONICS, they enter into the human waking world merely as ideas and fantasies and imaginations of peeps such as fiction writers and along these lines. Some have developed the power however, 2 control the human carrier of their signals, so 2 speak, in not all that different ways from dominant exploratron entities such as Paula King, also known as Mini-Great Viqueen, Jewelly White. We will move further on, believe me, with all of this, and especially with ‘mother and daughter murderer’ Paula, but 4 right now, this other shit needs 2B talked about first.
Here is what was done 2 me on Saturday, also my 56th fucking ass birthday: Anyone that is so cunt lapping mother fucking diseased as 2 destroy and totally fucking wreck a mans birthday OVER AND OVER AND OVER FUCKING AGAIN, and this shit’s all officially previously blogged, should U wish 2 read any of the past 5 or so 4th of December’s, YO, but this kind of monster ass fucking filth and submaggotization, Poor Richard Franklin, just simply put cannot ever B properly expressed or given close 2 an adequate report and definition on. Just take mucus, loose shit, maggots, and infected pigs and grind it all up and multiply by fifty fucking trillion or so, and maybe, JUST FUCKING MAYBE, this is what these peeps and their evil wicked mothers come close 2 really being in their true real and honest forms. I woke up at 9 or so in the fucking morning at the age of physical plane 56 years, and it all began quietly with no outright or obvious signs that things were going 2 turn catastrophically fucking disastrous on a fucking parabolic scale times the velocity of light cubed, within a relatively short march of fucking hours, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT IT FUCKING ASS DID PEEPS, YO!!!!!!!! First the giants, the inability 2 blog, being laughed at by those INTENETIONALLY RESPONCIBLE 4 HOGGING UP ALL OF THE LIBRARY WORD PROCESSOR FUCKING MACHINES, and then after going home and taking off my pants in order 2 change into a comfy pair of shorts, my belt broke or so I thought that it did, the one I recently purchased at the K-Mart store on Route one here in Fort Pierce, Florida, USAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!! Just as with the watch band also purchased from this very same store, the part that hooks was somehow stuck in a reverse position and could not B forced out and back 2 the normal position. However, when I got redressed and returned back 2 the K-Mart store, the lady there easily pushed the clip through as though I was some helpless weak retarded fucking demented child. I felt 3 inches tall standing there in public after telling how this thing was all screwed up and this lady easily just POOF, repaired it like nothing was wrong, with all sorts of shit heads all standing around mocking me. Then I left the store and went up the mini-not-great-mall, 2 where the grocery store is located so that I could purchase some ice cream and meats. First, the store had none of the flavors of ice cream that I buy, and when I bought the meat and tried 2 check out and pay 4 it, it was like trying 2 launch a mother fucking NASA Shuttle craft 2 the fucking space station, and back home again. There were quite a few peeps, but not a super mob, in the store. Still, I kept getting fucked over, again and again, trying 2 change lines and get checked out, I literally was there an hour, and it was right out of the most hideous deplorable fucking horror show that ever was produced on this fucking ass planet, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U all ain’t heard nothin’ yet, so tell Al Jolson 2 hold onto his fat-ass lady singer girlfriend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I then proceed 2 another store 2 purchase a few electrical devices 4 my house, including a couple of multiple strip outlets. This was the Fort Pierce Radio Shack on Okeechobee Road right near the Wal-Mart and the entrance onto the highway I-95. I waited patiently holding stuff I purchased in my hand, while they waited on numerous customers and were totally ignoring me. When I finally spoke up, they apologized and said that they did not even notice me standing right there, RIGHT IN PLAIN FUCKING VIEW LADS AND FUCKING LASSIES, yes, there goes the old INVISIBILITY FUCKING HOLOGRAM AGAINST ME AGAIN, HUG AGENT 1986 MAXWELL, reale Tom smart, huh????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still think the fat lady’s song is even near being fucking over peeps, sheeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I still wanted ice cream, and went 2 another grocery store. This time, I was able 2 buy the last 2 boxes containing my flavor. I go 2 stand in the check out line, and this time all though the wait was not long, a bunch of fucking jerk offs in another line were jeering at me and fucking with me 4 absolutely no reason at all, seemingly as if they knew that something major was gonna happen 2 me when I left the fucking store. I went 2 turn right after stopping at the stop, and waited 4 all traffic 2 go by, and there was nothing, NOTHING. I turned. As soon as I made the mother fucking cunt bleeding turn, I hear the loudest holler of a mans voice that I ever mother fucking heard in 56 years, 2 the very day, of my miserable fucking life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Instantly, in my rear view mirror, they was a scum bag dirt ball that SIMPLY WAS NOT THERE WHEN I MADE THE FUCKING TURN, on a mother fucking motorcycle, and after about a half mile ride up the road the light turned red, and I slowed down along with the traffic in front of me, with this dirt bag fucking jerk off biker right behind me. I was ready at this fucking point 2 go totally fucking thermo nuclear, and thought 2 myself, I am going 2 get out of the vehicle at the light and go back there with something that I had bought and was in the back seat, that would have totally fucking brained that numb scull ass hole, and as soon as this went into my head, he swerved suddenly down onto a tiny side road that seemed 2 appear from nowhere, and he was just gone, as though he never was even mother fucking there, and I am now wondering if he really ever fucking was!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then I observed some thumb in the ass small fucking chemtrails attacking me, and coming right at me, not one, but 2 of them over a 5 minute or so time separation. When I got home, I counter struck with a major electronic metaphysics counterattack that none of U out here need 2 know fucking beer beans about 4 right now today, YO!!!!! But this was just my birthday, Friday was when it truly began, and here is the fucking deal peeps. I was sleepy B4 my show, “The Mentalist” came on television, and was watching the network channel, and taping it. I remember when I got sleepy, it was around a quarter shy of 10 Thursday night, the show I enjoy watching comes on at 10. I shut off the TV set and let the recorder and the cable box remain on. At 1:15 I was awakened by power going off in my room, not power all over the fucking house however, just on one side of my room, the side not even connected 2 the television system. I awoke with a fucking bang, and my entire Friday was ruined as a result. When I came home from work, I wanted 2 watch the tape of my show. I ran it back, and just at the very spot where I began getting sleepy, and I know this as the system was taping the show that was airing B4 mine, and I remembered that about a minute after I shut down the television set, from the show I had been watching, it suddenly began distorting and acting weird, and then it just turned into a large black nothing with an occasional white line horizontally zapping through the screen. I wonder just what the fucking MENTALIST show had on it in that fucking episode last week, that some fucking enemy DID NOT FUCKING WANT ME 2 FUCKING C?????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This fucked up my Friday, and then THEY went 4 the ultimate hyper time fucking kill on my 56th birthday, Saturday. Only something lower than fucking whale shit could enjoy ruining a mans birthday every mother fucking year, this is beyond having no conscience or shame, this is the epitome of shit and dead skunks endlessly stuck in a nose, and then multiplied by a million!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The only thing that could B worse about this attack that I suffered through would B if I had 2 become the bastard sick diseased peeps that were responsible 4 pulling this hellish nightmare fucking shit off against me, YO.
Mayor Levy put a pack of rats in my Mullica New Jersey mobile home back in 2005 somewhere. His cousins on his wife side kidnapped me and tortured me, kidnapping with the intent 2 terrorize, a major felony and one with no fucking statute of limitations. But McGuire and other cousins did far worse with burning shit down and really hurting peeps, even killing Janis. I used 2 think this was all bad enough. This is nothing peeps. We will B discussing unbloggable shit, insurance policies on daughters, murders, being pushed off of a famous ocean pier by your own mother, and then there is the sanitized police reports of the future life, the great accident, the miracle, the first canonization, the second does not impress me very much, but wow, there really should B2 of them, yes, I know all of it Paula, ALL OF IT, so keep bringing it on like U did Saturday, and U better B ready 2 kill me.
This is nothing, the shit I will say on my next blog, as I can B careful and talk around this, but one day, I will get very specific, and end the entire world as we all know it and love in it, so B ready, and watch the signs peeps, stay vigilant, I find the thief in the night biblical reference one wild coincidence, in lieu of mi missing audio cassette, oh well, I realize now how much U wanted it, and I should have let U take it, U did any way, along with the chain!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The next chapter of mi SJ, #0048 will B part 3 of DYFDS, and U all will C what this is all about, how things change, right King Nebuchadnezzar??????? When I used the mighty GAWNUM 2 ask Y my fucking birthday was ruined times a googolplex, the cards brought me number 972, this includes the word “MORIANITY”, and all the things mentioned in Morianity, YO, things such as LAKEHOUSE, GIANT GIRL, FIRE DREAM, JANE FONDA, ZERANNISS, I’M GOING TO GET ALONG WITHOUT YOU, and ROBERT MCGUIRE OF ATLANTIC CITY.
Jesus fucking Christ, what else does Gawky Gaukauk have 2 say 2 me, Leticia Tilley. Tell 3rd cuzz, her MAS will B under her tree, or really, on U-TUBE, I truly am sorry 4 August of 1986. Yes Beaver, U may have broken dad’s window, but Planet Earth came whisper ass close 2 missing out on the greatest voice ever 2 exist because of a window, and always that same window, right Robert McGuire, do U ever smile buddy????????????????????
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Thursday, December 2, 2010
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”
Beginning Transmission:
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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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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