SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 102

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 102
KING NEBNOOSHOO
2ND COUSIN TO BABYLONIAN KING
HEINZ GOTTWALD OF 175
PENINSULA DRIVE BEFORE HE WOKE UP IN '84
WORLD LABS SBT-DATFILE: CH-102-032011.601-LENNY-CB
BLOG 3RD SUBTITLE: “SYMBOLISM AT WORK MAJOR”
“THE {{{((MILLIONTH-COUNCIL))}}} AND ME”
“THE EPITOME OF HARASSMENT, INTERNET VERSION”
AUGUST 2297, interconnected through “STM”

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Let me put on the record, whether anybody likes it or fucking not, and whether anyone is viewing it or not, the following true accurate fucking information. The truth to the statement, to the very best of my good intentions and knowledge of its accuracy and reality, is now publicly sworn under a voluntary oath before the nation of whom I am a legal born citizen of, the United States of America, and my eternal lovely beyond ability to every express, GODDESS SSJJK.

There is a cult called the Lambrigg Society, and its source is on the Astral Plane. “GOOGLE” up the FASCITAR, and a method is given there by me, MOUNTAINPEN, for anybody on this puny planet to disprove me, only they either dare not or cannot, actually both of these appear to be the multiple choice correct answer here, A-B-C, 'C being both A and B', so C is the one that will pass the test here people. 'Let's work the problem' here now Gene Kranz of NASA-13, sir, deal? Let me tell you that the entire weekend has been filed with very loud enemy rapper friends of MCKANNION the NINNY CLUB OPRESIDENT, right under the Chief Executive Officer, MISTER Alan J. Wolf from 1966, founder of the 'Ninny Club' in Princeton, NJUSAESMWG at the famous institution of those days and now closed down and defunct I've been so informed, known in those times as the NJNPI. Don't let Bobby Wirtz give you any cardboard ears Allen, and I won';t let his cousin lead me on any more fake wild goose chases over to Carlisle, Pennsylvania, where supposedly, DONNA SUMMER, all the answers to all of my nightmare life's problems, lay in wait for MI discovery, back in June of 1996, only ending me up instead and quite logically seeing this all now in clear Johnny Nash hindsight, with that punk-ass LRK, or “Lenny-Rebirth-Kid' taking a hammer to my hub cap on my Satan Saturn automobile. Yes Sir folks, 'Motor City' has some wild initials, and yes, lots of very outlandish stories, such as transdimensional trunk devices, strobe memory erase light gadgets, legal stalkers of the BLACKFILE SYSTEM, 'Lightning', and who it is in a human form, and her old friend Oprah from Brewster Purplelights knows this, as well as all about a nasty horrendous staircase in North Suffolk County, New York that is so far from funny that the distance literally could be measured in hypersphere cycles, and I could go on Serena Magic Lantern Access Nation Sutherland of L&O, YO!!!!!!!The computer now has been given close to 5,000 errors, hundreds of viruses and registry fuck ups, and is ready for the trash heap. Ever since I moved out ODF the apartment in Oaklyn, New Jersey where Sarah Krassle 'magically' removed my Motor-Cycle Chain, first in what mortals would see as a powerful and vivid dream, and then it REALLTY was gone, and then was followed by that wild incredible asterisk trinitrail chemtrail that dissipated all over Eastern Camden County the following morning for all the citizenry and see and marvel out, the one that appeared ahead of its time by just about how many years peeps, middle 12th month of 1987, minus middle 12th month of 1969, well do the math, I get how many years BOO, DUH and 'COLOR ME MI or MINE', but yes, I get that number 18 again, when I do the math YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If my pal 'SKYWITNESS' from the great internet U-TUBE could only have recorded that mind bending CHEMTRAIL, wow, would that be totally cool and freaking awesome folks? In any event, you all need to go up and see all the wild stuff on U-T regarding what I started in late 1987 on Gaither Road in New Jersey with one lousy telephone call, with or without fifteen minutes, or dirt bag rip off car insurance companies like Lizard Shit Incorporated!!!!!!!!

I began doing something with the computer this morning and poof, the time again is back on PACIFIC TIME, the 36th Avenue address is back on the IP system matching the number of this computer. What do you want from me mother fucking MISTERS 'Will McAfee and Lenny'? You do not own me, and I did not bring anybody over here on a boat, and only my late cousin from Babylon had a boat, I never owned a boat except for a broken down makeshift tub in 1970 at Newton Creek, where people had to 'do a Japan' for non-stop-messing with me there. So sorry, but enough is freaking enough, and just like mother freaking Popeye, “I CAN'T STANDGIS NO MORE OLIVE OIL, so it's spinach time, YO!!!!!!!”So all ready today and both days this weekend, computer attacks and neighborhood shit remains constant. Also Silicon-bugs are invading me, and I am squishing them as fast as they try and leave the reality of the boxes where they belong and enter into my reality and my paid for legal ghetto residence. Sweetie, I pay my rent on time to Raymond Bailey and April Lee Farms, every 3rd of the month, when my Social Security Disability comes in, Miss Caribbean Duke Patty. You are every bit as lovely as you were back in the show. Twins, symbols, where does it ever stop girl? I have told that wild lovely girl I'm sorry for the night in the city, LD, as well as for the song that I wrote a few days later back in August of 1986. I do not think that she ever will forgive me. What 'more' can I do to make my Libyan 'mark', Gene Kranz? Why would anybody wanna have a name that sounds like my cursed name in reverse? I post it to almost all of my blogs on the sites where it can be attached and posted for viewings. Somebody sure has seen this silly song, despite my lousy no talent songwriting and rotten singing. I'll post another apology to my great TEEN-QUEEN again, PAUL BUZZERS!!!!!!!!!!!!

They just will not allow me anything. I cannot trade stocks because they fuck up my computer, and make my partner keep getting Leary. One minute he is on and then he is off, screw him, I will buy out his share and repair this machine at a store with a guarantee, and save and open my own account and get fucking rich as hell, as I can pick an easy 40 points per week out of the S&P Index, and begin trading one contract, and every month go to another one until 3 years later after I begin, I am trading 30-40 contracts and making a million or more bucks a year working like I did in the casinos playing Roulette back in fucking 1986, just 10 hours a week, setting my own schedule, and not worrying about bosses and jerk offs. If I have to camp out and live right across from a field office in Miami or Orlando, of the FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGASTION, I'll do it. Nobody has any legal right to interfere and destroy my innocent mother fucking life, and yet they have been getting cunt lapping away with this dirty rotten bullshit since I've been knee fucking high to a short dog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whoever is messing with my computer, 'MAGNESONIC----MMMMMMMMMMMMMM--OPEN COMMAND, you know what to do under a punishment sequencing system, with all technologies and all general and special orders and commands applied. GO-TO-G-901-AND STOP!!'

Some jerk fucking off in Hollywood knows the total secrets of applying electromagnetic power and recording mediums and other knowledge that is similarly related in various technologies, and made as show in 1985, one of the new TWILIGHT ZOBES, with none other than President Kennedy and some time traveler attempting to avert his nineteen-sixties fate of assassination. He opr she knew and still knows and has passed it down secretly, that if you DREAM a powerful transdimensional event, and then try and change it, MOUNT SAINT HELENS happens. The studio I went to two Thursday's ago, is where I took the song from MC in another dimension, and am redoing it, and minutes after the music track was completed and I was driving home, POW, JAPAN. Of course, I all ready knew this was all destined to happen, and I can do far more than this my friends, and if this shit does not stop against me damn soon, then time and life on this planet will indeed be over; as in late 1996, the request I made of Sarah-Stacey Jehovah Krassle, could always be rescinded on my part. Does anyone see yet who really holds the key to when all the shit blows smack dab into the huge ass freaking cosmic fan????????????

Adding one more thing from last nights late blog or really early this morning, it would go something like this, and it is quite interesting to say the freaking least peeps, YO!!!!!!!!: Nine is indeed a secret number as is sixteen, with the All Mighty Scylla, the greatest performer on the entire Astral Plane who never stops singing to me and loving me out in HER great city of SAHASRA DAL KANWAL. She does talk about NUMBER-144, ALL THROUGHOUT THE GREAT BIBLE, influencing and dominating the many various prophets to write down what they heard from HER, via IAD-ETTOS. Now 9 to the 4th exponent or '9X9X9X9' is equal to the number 6561. But 6561 when divided by the very greatest number of collections and groupings of SSJK, or 144, comes to 6561/144=45.5625. Take out your own calculator peeps. Ignoring the decimal point within these six powerful digits of the answer shown here following the equals sign, would then appear as follows: 45-56-25. If you do not want a powerful MORIANITY-MOUNTAINPEN MIND-BLOW or a (MMMB), then sign out and read the blogs of Aunt Henrietta and her bright blue painted chickens, or whatever, but otherwise, listen to this mind bending shit folks. These 3 groups of double-digits or twin-numbers show three powerful connections and truths that relate to three of my physical world year ages of my adult lifetime as MOUNTAINPEN. I was 45 for just more than 11 months in the year of 2000, the year my mother officially died all though Paula King murdered her in her sleep IMHO on the early 26th morning of December back in the year of 'inescapable 1997'. More 'Lenny McKannon' there talk in single quotations. 2000 was the year of Misses Marola and her mighty philosophies and prophecies from my wonderful Haddonfield, New Jersey, Alternative Special Education school, when I was in her class back in the year of 1969, and 2000 is the Great Millennium Coming, and matching the initials of the GREAT MILLIONTH-COUNCIL, (GMC). But then it could stand for Gross Mud Climbers and literally thousands of other things, so this is just a little joking I picked up from MI's pals, Lee and the gang. 2000 is also a game, a very cool game that my youngest daughter in another part of the hyperspace played with me until I was killed by a New Jersey State Trooper and she was sent to the Harborfields Detention Center of Egg Harbor City, where here it exists as a much smaller place without a huge laboratory behind it and annexed to it where only lots ODF woods stand here in this part of atomic reality. That's lots of woods, not lots of hacked fucking 'ODF WOODS', jack offs. GOOGLE up the place along ROUTE-561 in New Jersey, USAESMWG, only you will not find my daughter 'over there', as you would have to have a future GOOGLE system from 100 years away or more, to bring real meaning to the two words that I just used, “OVER THERE”. She attempted to kill the officer who shot me, breaking into his home as a young child, and it took 10 large officers to subdue this incredible special child of about 7 or 8 years of age, hay BRO, what can you expect from Paula King and all her incredible daughters, living in and throughout all parts of the virtually limitless hyperspace, YO????? But on now to the number groupings of 45-56-25. Let us attack the middle group now, the 56. I am 56 years old right now, and turned this age back on the last 4th day of December, in the year of 2010. At age 56, I now am blogging to all of you who want to listen and learn some things that you'll never see or find out from any other source on the entire internet as nobody else knows what I know as they have not been chosen by two ultimate powerful young GODDESSES the way that I have, Sarah-Stacey, and Diana. Looking hard ast the final third grouping, the number 25 was may age while I lived in the year of (1980), at the Robin Hill Apartment Number (1802), and I was employed at the Recorded Publications Laboratory in Camden, New Jersey, or RPL is their accepted business shortened name for them, still to this day, and this year, 1980 was my only full entire year employed there, as in 1979 I was only there after the 30th day of July, and in 1981, I left on the night of the 11th of March after that horrible bull shit experience with that dirt bag low life named Joe Sivo.

There is a lot more to tell but I'll be good and godsdamned if I'm gonna spend all day and all weekend on this silly ass fucking computer, YO, so BYE-BYE, y'all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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