safe journal, chapter 087

SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO
CHAPTER 087, WORLD LABORATORIES
OF WESTMONT, NEW JERSEY OF 2293
DATE AND TIME FILE: CH-087-030511.767.555555
THE {{{((“MILLIONTH-COUNCIL”))}}} AND ME
THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION
AND NOT THE COPYRIGHTED 1988-1989
CASSETTE TAPED VERSIONS REGISTERED IN
THE LIBRARY OF THE CONGRESS
ADDITIONAL BLOG SUBTITLE:
“THE BACK BURNERS OF THE FBI AND 1988”

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION, YO:

THIS DAY IS MOTHER FUCKING SUPER ASS BOTBAR, THIS STANDS FOR B-BOTTOM, O-OF, T-THE, B-BARREL, A-ALLREADY, R-RATED. This day is SUPER FUCKING B-O-T-B-A-R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The attack on me is in two parts, UTILITY, and NEIGHBORHOOD, two mother fucking extremely powerful assaults used in a tremendous combination one-two KNOCK-OUT-PUNCH!!!!!!!!!!! IT IS BY NO MEANS A NEW COMBO, SHIFT, ENTER, CONTROL, RED EX-IT LOUISE HENDERSHODT, of Northeast, Maryland in the middle-late nineteen hundred sixties, and it proves to be quite mother fucking effective in boosting their EVIL WALL STREET the following week, which I assure you GINA and ALL OTHERS, it will FLY AND FLY ANDF FLY, as it always doers and will when these diseased mother fuckers have me to endlessly relentlessly pick the fucking hell on, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!

The great Federal Bureau of Investigation was no help at all, and are just as they are portrayed in real life in the television show, my very favorite all time and greatest law show even topping Perry Mason, “LAW AND ORDER”. The mighty field office that was then in 1988, located on Route 70 in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, told me that they would, and I quote, “put my report on the back burner”. I believe now that my spelling of the word my is not all that accurate, but we will keep using it this way, I've all ready stirred up a mother fucking hornets nest and I fucking know it, BRO. I began remembering things that LENNY said to me in the summer time in fucking 1980, very unpleasant things, actually threats. He not only threatened me with his 357 Magnum weapon in the car in Philadelphia that hot miserable ass day, but many times verbally, saying that “I'LL NEVER ESCAPE HIM OR HIS PEOPLE”, this is a legal quotation that I told the fucking FEDS that I'd stand by under court oath and legal testimony. I told them that, what else can explain all this shit that was happening all; around me ever since this wicked bull-crap all got fucking started in the fucking eighties. I was calm, methodical, and told them all about meeting him through the Chief Recording Engineer at the freaking RPL Sound Recording Studio Labs, MISTER HOWARD SOLOMON. I told them a very rational story and brought them a very rational complaint. This all ended up with my problem being placed on the BACK BURNER. Well, it blew up in the worlds' face, FED-GUYS, so now what do you plan on doing about it as it is not gonna fucking go away, I will not commit suicide and hand these mother fucking rat ass bastards that gift, so what will obviously happen now is anybody's guess, and one is that this WILL NOT JUST GO QUIETLY AWAY BY ITSELF, NO WAY IN DAMN ASS HELL, BRAHH! Somewhere in 1988 this all happened, and you know it did, as the government never forgets anything, and all intelligent citizens are aware of this true fact. This is really not a bad thing, only when incompetence or uncaring attitudes for victims accompany this reality. THANX FOR NOTHING FBI.

I told Diana last night before bedtime on the telephone that if the enemy or the “WOMO” gives me one more nasty ass fucking BOTBAR day, I would write a powerful ass 'knicking' mother fucking blog, and this is that blog, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Isn't it fucking fascinating how the SAFE JOURBNAL chapter numbers correspond so 'coincidentally' with the calendar 'year numbers'? One thing that really CHOLKES ME UP, over the past five blogs now, is more than ever, just read them backwards for a real true mind bending fucking experience, I told you all how this REALEY is going down, you can choose to pull a “Williamstown Giant Cop” on me, and not believe, but you know I'm right, you are just are all too fucking stubborn to hand it to me, YO, and I totally am fucking aware of this BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nenny McKannon's pals are hitting me huge time here in the hood. It is getting real bad, and I am moving out of here soon, and April Pharma Lee knows this, and HA-HA-TEE-HEE-HEE, has witnessed some shit, right down to the asshole dude on the tricycle with the powerful sub-woofer 'Joe-10-RGG-bet-BATTERY'. I know MI story is a bit hard to swallow and fathom, but unfortunately I am not fucking able to pick and choose my realities that are going on around me all my mother fucking life, YO. I live here as a human being in this world on this PHYSICAL PLANE, just as all the rest of you do, and the only difference between anyone else and me is the amount of freaking AWARENESS to the shit that I have, and the amount of unawareness that all of you have. I have cited the treasure in the hidden attic so many times that even my pal Dick wolf finally decided to sort of use the idea, and the key connection being the wonderful town where 175 Peninsula Drive is located up in freaking New York Shitty.

I began recording from the Soap-Net cable television channel earlier today, starting about half past one this afternoon. Later on, I went out to do some shopping errands. When I returned, that fucking ass hole dude who blasts music right at me the minute he sees me, went right to it the second that I fucking started to bring in my junk out of the car, into my house. It is as obvious and blatant an attack as can be, and no one would say that I'm paranoid if they were me and having to fucking put up with this dirt bag and experience this continual persecution. Then after I'm inside, and 20 minutes later when I finished putting all my shit away in the cabinets, I went to run back the television shows on the channel, and found out that somebody HACK OUT with some JAMMING DEVICE, the entire tape. Nothing was wrong with the tape, or the television fucking channel. I very carefully checked it all out, and re taped over it before starting this blog and all is totally fine. This is a total fucking blatant violation of my CIVIL, HUMAN, AND CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS, 'ACLU', just in case you give a damn and you don't fucking seem to. EVEERY MOTHER FUCKINBG SATURDAY THAT IS BGOTRBAR, THERE NEVER IS ANY ANNA CONNIE ON THE LAWRENCE WELF SHOW, AND WHEN IT IS NOT A BOTBAR DAY, SHE IS FUCKING ON. This is not imagined, and I have noticed this shit now for 10 or 15 fucking years. I also have blogged this shit throughout my blogging fucking career over and over so it is all there as total evidence about how my claims OF PARALLEL EVENT being fucking real, and this is how I defeated the undefeated game of CASINO ROULETTE back in the year of 1986 over an eight month period, and the fucking COPYRIGHT OFFICE HAS THE SONG DOWN THERE that I wrote about how it all ended and how Trump;s fucking stinking Castle Casino eventually crushed me as a result of applying so much ICPE against me as well as influence and domination MIND CONTROL (MC) to get me to make foolish fucking bets that should never have been bet. IT IS ALL PART OF THE OFFICIAL WORLD RECORDS right down there in Washington-13. Some fucking BACK BURNER that I need to be on, sheeeeeeeeeeit!!!!!!! Above me in the text, the words OF PARALLEL EVENT came out ODF PARALLEL EVENT, I retyped the fucking hack-BUT- wanted you all to know about the bullshit, YO!!!!!!!!! I'LL BE REPORTING TO THE COMCAST OFFICE, THIS “JAM-OUT-HACK, ON MY CABLE-TV ON SATURDAY AFTERNOON, AS SOON AS REGULAR BUSINESS RESUMES AND I GET HOMWE FROM MY JOB, speaking about my job, since THEY made this day so bad, and really this is ongoing hell that is beyond fucking monstrous now, day after fucking day after fucking day, now I will tell a little bit more of the un-bloggable shit from the interaction with PAULA KING, THE GREAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You asked for all of this now, you MILLIONTH-COUNCIL MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!You heard me tell Diana last night that if they leave me alone, I'll keep my fucking mouth shut, so I guess they want my fucking mouth open, BRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She told me that she is all done with SAT-SAM and don't get excited here ECKANKAR, some things just sound alike in this old wicked sin cursed mortal awake world. These two peeps worked together in one of Paula's incredible wild somnambulist identities, PAULA KING, (ALSO KNOWN AS {AKA} JULIA WHITE). They were school bus drivers in the area of Baltimore in Maryland, USAESMWG. I had a powerful interaction (dream experience) back last autumn in the OH-MAROKLA-TEN year and it's all fucking blogged and legally and officially recorded for the entire Earth Planet Population (EPP), and she told Satnerine of India who spent most of his earlier life on the isl;and of freaking TRINIDAD, not the hotel in the 1960's in ACNJUSAESMWG, but 9 miles off of the coast of Venezuela, how she also was in the Nursing Profession, and had used some restraints specially designed for wild powerful psychotic patients in mental institutions, and how the man who later became RAMBO, only not my pal from AT&T in late 1983 and early 1984, but the famous actor character, and her restraints were actually used in the freaking movie, and sure enough SAT told me that he verified that what she had told him while they worked together as bus drivers was 100% true and accurate, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So PAULA told me the other night that she is all done with him now and that he will not be around me any longer. He was just there to make reports to her about me here in Florida, and to keep her apprised of what went down at the Harvest job that we both were employed at through the AARP, under the Obama Federal Stimulus Package. Their website shows my ugly mug right on the front page, first it shows a family, then both m,y pal Mark and me, the other Mark that was misspelled with the “C”, and pl;ease, don;t let my name be spelled that way in case MI has a total fit!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The site is none other than freaking www.harvestfoodoutreach.org/. About 2 hours or so into the job back on Friday, the girl in charge of the AARP volunteers, who will be fake named Celia Thomas Junior, told us that we were not allowed to take our break, it is not authorized. I cannot imagine forcing old people to work hard for five straight hours without as ten minute breather. UI thought Florida had a legal official smoke-break law, even for peeps who do not elect to use the time to go out and freaking smoke, YO. I'll find out later after I make some telephone calls, I'll be burning up the phone line on Monday when I get off of fucking work, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One hour after this experience while out on break, with Satnerine, (SAT) also AKA known as SAM, he vanished. When I went to clock out at my appointed timer, I was told by my pal at the front desk, that SAT was terminated and gone. PAULA KING told me that she was finished with him, again, and this is a precise freaking quotation, YO.

April Sweetie Pharmalee witnessed the tricycle bullshit, and I will be also telephoning he to tell her that I will move out of here if she won't help me get to the fucking bottom of this neighborhood problem. She told me it was a nice area, church fucking people, not hood gangsters. She and her sweetie pie dad run and manage this and other properties, and also do social work. Coincidences after coincidences after coincidences. I get phone calls from the local county jail from an inmate named BOO, the property office calls me SWETIE, what other precious things are going to coincidentally fall into my reality, Diana Copyright???????

Yeah, keep me on the back burner Federal G-men, 'golly gosh darn, gee men', why does all this shit never stop? Why does everybody despise my living fucking guts and treat me like dog-shit cubed 24-7-365.2422?????????????? WHY JIMMY, YYY?

Why was a rotten little yellow sheet of paper causing an entire Copyright Office to sprout mushrooms around April or so in 2008? Why did the examiner only want to speak to me about one of 100m songs that I had just sent down there by the name of, “SHE'S SARAH-STACEY”??????? YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????

You know Nenny sir, it was not me who told HER, she would never get away, it was both YOU and HER, both of you, so what the hell is your problem out there on thirty freaking sixth street at you mansion LAKEHOUSE???????????????????????
Captain Ronald Hunter in early 1987, did you say, QUIT HACKING”, to ME???????? They hacked me, I never bother a freaking soul, sir, so was this another one of Patty Parson's bright ideas, MISTER DAVID CHARLES ROTH, YO????????? I am an innocent guy, UI never meant any harm to anybody, it was McGuire who was up there throwing matches around and trying to make all kinds of trouble, getting in with cousins of my cousins and all I ever did was try and tell them that they should not behave that way and that people have every right to fall in love with whoever they want to and get married and have their families. But that good old island, it sure is a royal pain in a lot of peoples “B-U-T”. Well let me go and try and salvage a small part of this rotten fucking evening and day wabbit, WHAAAAAA!!!

END OF THIS TWANSMISSION, ELMER FWUDD, WHAAAAAAAAA.