SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 125

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 125
(NOT HADDON HILL LABS OF 1966)
(NOT 'A' OR 'B' OR BRUCE CUT WRIST WALTER)
TEOHIV-TMCAM-ST-3: “MESSAGE TO SNYDER,
SCYLLA, AND SEWERSCUM ENEMIES”:
WORLD LABS OF 2295 SBT-DATFILE:
CH-125-041711.065.555555555555
COPYRIGHT MWM/MWM---2006-2011

BEGINNING TRANSMISSION:

I need to amend a few things from my last blog and then say that this blog has sections one through three, in the order that I decide to write it as the time and mood merge together with me as I go.

Starting with amendments/corrections, I was mind freaking hacked and said mass would turn into matter, sort of like saying eggs would turn into eggs, absurd, and a total mental freaking hack, obviously any ninth grader paying attention in science class and not the top ten best throwing spit ballers, know that I meant to say mass turning into energy, or really, one very big BOOM, not conceivable to any human mind alive, mine certainly not excluded. This is all done by ENEMIEAS or the WOMO, just to make me appear fucking stupid, and I am not buying into any other explanation, not for a solitary mother fucking moment.

Now the mood is striking me to begin part one on this blog of three sections with the MESSAGE TO DIRT BAG, MISGTER WEDWARD SNYDER, owner of the Philadelphia garbage Ice Hockey team. Long ago now, not to me, but to many mortals, one day just totally became its own part two of a two part life that I am living since the 4th day of December in 1954 at 9:30 in the freaking morning. Ever since getting out of bed in Cherry Hill, New jersey on the 15th day in August of the year of fucking 1986, my entire life was not the same as it was prior to this, it was noticeable not only in my waking world daily surroundings, but I had been keeping what I called LIFE-CHARTS, that measured the type of days that I had, and had been doing so since the summer time in 1982, approximately 49 months of faithfully writing several numbers down on paper from one through five on various life parameters, and with a basic scoring formula, arriving at a daily point number so that this could be averaged weekly and monthly and annually. Actually, I do not know if anyone alive ever on this planet of dark age ignorance, ever bothered to do anything like this before. I continued doing this until the summer time in the year of 1997, when I no longer could take writing down nothing but solid ones, ones, ones, every single mother fucking day. This is what led me to realize that 'God', 'Jesus Christ', 'religion', all of it; was and is NOTHING BUT A DIRTY ROTTEN FILTHY MOTHER FUCKING TOTAL ASS HOAX, AND I TOTALLY KNOW THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That does not mean that time travel is real just because 'MI' is on the beginning of a 1986 tape on the song entitled “Real Good Girl”. What I am saying here in a not so scientific or terrific way is simply this folks. Religion and all of this 'hocus-pocus' is exactly as true and real as you believe it to be, and is Biblically admitted to in these exact words, if you have the mother fucking guts to read the entire bible open minded. Jesus said with no bones about it that he did not do anything, it was faith, either his faith upon occasion, and our faith upon occasion, but FAITH, and only fucking FAITH, that accomplished the miraculous parlor tricks that were responsible for the creation of the entire Christian religion and many others as well. FAITH. A benign enough sounding concept and idea, but faith without words proceeding it, frightened the living shit out of all governments, and most reasonable people. It has powers that are totally fucking unspeakable. It is not a hoax, it is the total ass truth. First hand, I know how real this is. Mountains can be moved or shaken apart with 100% faith, but if you have 99.999999999% or anything less, forget it. So what is the mustard seed thing about? Well, this is not a blog on the subject of faith tonight all though it is being touched on It still means that if you have total faith in something, it can be something as small as a tiny seed, as the translation is all fucked up. You need total faith, and who had that unless you totally know, and then is it faith? Well, again, this is not really the 'time or the place' for this or '1989 Skywriter Donna' right now. Many times we believe because we know something, and say this is not faith, but what really is knowing something? What if we are in error despite thinking we are correct in in our knowing and in our assumptions? This certainly can be, and is, the case ion many occasions. Many times things are tricks, things are faked, things are put together wrong, and peeps, let me be straight up with all of you, I love to examine shit and play the great detective, but I am by no means some super sleuth. I do not believe in coincidence and my true hero is and will always be Yogi not the bear, who said that it is to coincidental to be a coincidence, to wit, I totally concur whole freaking heartedly. This includes a day I'll remember forever up on Long Island, at 175 Peninsula Drive at my Aunt Ruth Huntington Gottwald's home. I did not feel like going and remained at the house, while my mom, her cousin Ruth Huntington, and Ruth's daughter Kathy Gottwald whose married name is now different, ancestry dot com, so go build your data base with the amateurs that are clueless about the Mormon Church and their power ass Genealogical recording system of the past half millennium, all went out one night to see a movie in Babylon, called Sleuth. Come on peeps, WHAT ARE THE FREAKING ASS ODDS OF SUCH AN EVENT, just honestly think about it? Let us get back on point to my message to dirt bag Ed Snyder. No, he is not a distant cousin of my phony cousin from work, but this is all another story for another Donna, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! Quite obviously five hundred million bucks paid for more than somebody's troubled conscience, so don't even try and hand me shit like that, Hollywood. I lived through all this mother fucking bull-shit, wemember wabbit, whaaaaaa??????????? When the heat is turned up on shit that cannot ever be told to the normal and average population, it may start on just your feet, but forget the stupid song that I wrote and copyrighted back in mother fucking 1983. This heat is induced into the universe via the world owners and controllers, and that would be none other than the billionaire scumbags of today's planet population. There are quite a few of them, and they all make me totally fucking sick to my stinking rotten stomach, BRO. I am so fucking nauseous from seeing nothing but that evil scowling face Donald Trump every time you turn a mother fucking television on, and merely ask the question how anyone in their right mind would ever vote for this man to be president of this country. Hay, it happens in lots of universes, and do not ask me what happens next, as lots of 'CT' peeps thought that Bush would do it, and he never did, “BUT” believe me folks, Trump will, and if you study the history of our great constitution, you will see why things were worded in just the way that they were, in order to prevent powerful European Monarchs to override our system, and take over as our dictator. You don't think it can happen, and here I am from the fucking future, and know all ready that it does in many locales in the 5th dimension. Only your vote can stop this fucking nightmare from happening right here, Sheeeeeeit, do I hope the coffee pots are all on throughout America, WAKE FUCKING UP FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know MI and Billy are up, so I'm left to ponder and wonder the eternal question tonight, 'is any one else out here', Mizz Ever After Sarjenka Pee Card??????????????????? Well enough of the Lee Daniels stuff tonight Mister Snyder, as it is now time to roast your fucking ass for a while, YO. Your cheating Hockey team is nothing more than garbage and low life cheaters in many various ways. The main way of course is applying parallel event and using what works best, hurting poor fucking old Mountainpen, as you have now managed to covertly fucking do for a solid fucking twenty-five fucking years. My cramp and diarrhea attack tonight again, gave your cheating team another hollow ass victory. Win and win and win forever, and this is what they will do just so long as they have me to fucking injure, I should know all of this quite well by now if I do not get a heart attack, Mister Joel, old friend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still, the main thing that hurting me does, is make that rotten rich man game DOW JONES shoot up endlessly to the stars, and I'll break away from the Snyder Roast for a moment now and add something to this stock fucking market shit, folks. IT HAS GONE UP; SO LISTEN PEEPS, ROUGHLY HALF OF ITS VALUE FROM LAST LATE JULY IN TWO FUCKING THOUSAND AND TEN, JUST 8 TINY LITTLE MONTHS, THIS CHEATED MARKET HAS GAINED HALF OF ITS VALUE, IT CHANGED 150% FROM THE START OF AUGUST SOMEWHERE LAST YEAR, UNTIL EARLY IN MARCH OF THIS YEAR OF 2011, JUST (8 TINY MONTHS), SO LET ME DRAW YOU A PICTURE OF WHAT 50 PERCENT IS, SO THAT IT WILL GROW MORE MEANING FOR YOU, THAN JUST BLOTS OF LETTERS ON SOME ASS HOLE'S BLOG, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you are earning minimum wage or 7.25 per hour USD, and tomorrow you get the change that the rich fucking boys on cheated WALL STREET got since last late July, you would now go to work on Monday mother fucking morning and begin earning, $10.88 per hour. If you are making $10.-- hourly, this would now be $15.00 hourly. If you gross a salary of 40,000 dollars, starting Monday you will be grossing a salary of fucking 60,000, so do you get the point that we all are getting major fucking cheated, and still, I've not even fucking started talking? Social security did not get a cost of living increase for two straight years, yet gasoline has just about fucking doubled in price over the past two years, and food prices have also almost matched the stock market's last eight months uptrend. Is any of this fucking shit fair for the poor 10-20% who are being totally controlled and dominated and owned like cattle and fucking slaves by the other 80-90 percent of crooked demonic mean-hearted shit fucking heads? But back to Snyder the mafia cheating Flyers owner and owner of the crooked security company that bought my nice Initial Security where I was employed shortly after nasty fucking ass Jimmy stone fired me from fucking Griffin Pipe Company. Some weird events statistically happen in the sports world. One thing that all Flyers fans know all around this country is that they always have been famous for burning out when they don't have to work that hard, as it is quite easy to get into Hockey playoffs, as unlike other sports, the elimination process is much less stringent. They know however that certain other advantages help them by staying strong, while most other hockey teams back off on their last 10-15 games in the season, and save their strength, and lessen their injury chances for their much more important all ready slated playoff games, once in. But the real secret was a powerful deal that was secretly made to change the entire NHL hockey rules. Enemies heard Dave Roth and me on a bugged telephone, say how the Flyers have way more ties than all other averaged hockey teams and seasons. It is far over any averaged normal statistical figure. After this persisted all throughout the eighties and into the nineties, a new rule came along giving these cheating ice ass dudes another new advantage, and this would be the 'one point for a tie' rule. This was implemented after we had spoken on a 'bugged phone' for years, about this; and this gives them a better chance to play in the post season, with a smaller expended effort during the entire second half or so of the regular playing season. I know what I know, and do not have All Mighty wisdom as Scylla does, so I will not say “THAT” but will dare to tell the truth and utter the word, “WHAT”, and that rhymes coincidentally with JACK-HACK, only not in 'word-body', but in 'meaning-spirit'. FUCK THIS SHIT, Henry Botbar Fonda!!!!!!! Hopefully, Scylla will not 'CRY' and 'SCREAM', or throw any shoes at me from any Haddonwood machinery. Still, I know how great Scylla is, and that SHE knows what I'm saying here, YO! Still, why Haddonwood, and why any of freaking this if you really want to be technical? I gave at the office, and I gave answers to this on blogs as well, for nearly six years now. The gods are all bored to total tears, and they all need to play these endless games as a form of 'distraction from the hellishness of endless existence'. There are an unlimited amount of non-existers, and no more room exists for us existers in non existence, so we must exist, so fathom this seeming conundrum, philosophers of the 3rd-M, and freaking beyond, YO. Peeps love to say to me that technology proves there is no supernatural. I need no such advice. These are terms, both technology is a term, and so is supernatural, terms relative to their own rights of passage in a period and circa that humankind is evolving through. Pee-Card on TNG Star Trek made that quite clear on Friday evening's episode. I do wonder where they heard almost this in precise quotation. Could it be I wonder, the very famous copyrighted “bug in my rug or is it my phone, maybe the car, I'm never alone, whatever they find with their curious mind, will lead to frustration, and waste all their time. In any event, HA-HA-Icabod Arthur-8082, in wrapping up the roast of Ed Snyder, this is not a bunch of shit because I despise this fucking prick. It is all the total fucking ass truth, so deal with it, as we all must deal with the truth whether we like it or hate it. Truth never changes, it cannot, how could it, YO? Well, we will not get into transdimensional hyperspace equations tonight, so we can just leave things right now with, how could it? BUT and THE are topics for way more elaborated detail at other points out into the negative space. Let us now leave MISTER Snyder right where he belongs, in the dust and the dirt of memories, YUK!!!!!!!!!!!

The old expression of selling one's soul to the devil is another cutie. This can sort of open up where my personal mood has taken me now, to part two of this three part blog, and this would be my message to the many scum, bags in general that I must endlessly endure and suffer freaking through, YO. The devil is a lot of fucking shit, and at the same time, it is totally as real as we can make IT. It needs no form or gender, as this nameless god that the majority of humans insults right off of the bat by calling it 'GOD', like CAT, DOG, SHIT, MUD, I mean christ-fucking-please, we all get named by parents, we name our fucking pets for crissake, and 'god' gets no name? What a bunch of total fucking horse shit that is. Read the bible. You do not have to be a Jehovah Witness to call this lovely teenager by her 'CITY-NAME', if that is what she has told peeps in dreams long ago to call her, then call her that, or him, or HIM, or whatever, as this is so meaningless that it sucks a pigs dick at light speed fucking squared. The biblical warnings of late or near end times for so-called humanity discusses this item of Antichrist, as well as how the entire system is founded and rooted in Christ. Obviously, this entity in any or all times, would have not only control over a lot of people, but younger people, and has the desire to do this as well, the young will always be the representatives of the future. There is no better way to trhink of the concept of ANTICHRIST, trhan someone that LARGE GROUPS OF YOUNG PEOPLE look up to and hero worship. Now rigtht away based on this, comes all of the athletes and the rock stars, yet if you really think about itr, there are a lot of atrhletes and rock stars, and great ones. So something else needs to be involved in the equatrion, and that would be a multiple parameter exrta effexct going along with not only being one of these peeps, but more needs to be involved, or else the question beggars the imaginatiobn, OK thenb weho? All throughiout this long eternioty, this entity has been madly in love with the All Mighty, and both of them agreed to allow a false rumor to spread throughout humanity in asll time periods, that these two are enemies and despise and envy each other,. Justy ass the world is not flat, the sun does not revolve around the Earth, and the waking world is really the dream-down, other false and reversed realities exist all over the freaking place. This is why the term 'SMART-MONEY' is in existence at Broad and Wall Streets, in freaking Manhattan. 92% of market investors all agree continuously to buy when they should sell, and sell when they should buy. It would be totally fucking illogical therefore not to consider and label these other 8% as the SMART-MONEY, because we all know the word LOSER would equal the other 92%, like fucking DYUH!!!!!!!!!! Let us buy a nice shiny new freaking Hyundai car, YO! But back to the conversation of words such as SUPERNATURAL to describe for instance a day like my mother fucking 56th birthday back last year on the 4th of December. I totally fucking dare any newbie to my blogs or anyone out here, to go back and see how my last birthday went, it was beyond fucking horrific and monstrous, it was unfathomable and unconscionable beyond any hope of fucking verbal depiction or description, YO. My dirt ball putrid enemies, or the MILITUFORCE OTAMMITES (MO), caused this seemingly supernatural events to all fall into a perfectly placed linear order all around me, and without powers that go far beyond what any government on Earth is aware of in the fucking year of 20121, this simply ass put just could never have been carried fucking out, it just could not folks, believe that on your kids lives, BRAHHHHH!!!!!! Someday, how can I NOT SAY, that some of you or your grand children, or theirs, won;t be experiencing exactly what I'm fucking going through today and ever since 25 or so years ago? I cannot make that promise that this is some isolated thing. If I do, I call the entire fucking Holy Bible a lie, so you tell me, is it? It says right in there that nothing can happen to anybody that is not common to other people in the planets' population, look for it or ask your damn preacher, it is in there, I promise you that, with or without MO!!!!!!!! With or without the great Comcast, or the great (CCC) Comcast Child Controller, and this includes 'teens' and 'early twenties', just as you promised me, huh Lenny Guns? You told me that you own and control the entire 21st century, I remember that and I remember you very perfectly timed bladder, you old C-60 tape turner 'Lattisaw' you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you Stacey, wherever you are, for giving me that MAJOR MESSAGE.

My final third of this blog is my MESSAGE TO SCYLLA. I always wanted to be a police detective, deep down in my heart and soul, I am starting to believe this, my lovely brown-eyed-girl, (BEG). Your doggie Yancy Zeranniss is begging you to read this on all levels, even though I all ready know that you read this long before I ever wrote this physically in this time world. It is blowing my mind that you of all entities, SSJK, want to experience a tangible material existence that mirror images your real true one. Have you forgotten totally that the so-called spirit world may not be tangible, but that is what makes it so limitless, exciting, thrilling, adventurous, and infinite? I need to know why you wanted to do this. I will not post 'your song' next week, and bring Camping's prophecy into fruition. Rest assured, I will not do this, but it is conditional. You have to make me understand this query more than I do right now, as in my human life, it is making me totally crazy. Why would you want to play in a sandbox when you really own the entire beaches of the world? If all these years of poisonous vapors were all there to show me what happened in 1969 when I woke up from the interaction where you took my motorcycle chain away from me, and then 30 years later it melted into more than just sore throats for the both of us, how that be rationalized when not only you and I were involved in this, but billions of others that had to breath in this horror show? You have the power to show me this answer, and you do not need my school chum and his bear buddy to show you how. If I get my answer to this one little question, I'll never ask another thing of you while I remain trapped in here, and that is a solemn promise Sarah-Stacey. All I ever want is to be in your great city with you, you know I never ask anything of you because I all ready have everything and more. I have you. I am hooping I can talk you out of making me do another twenty years here, only you can allow me to wake up out of this. For right now, I promise to wait until Thursday, and will not post the song on Monday. All I want is a dream to explain this one thing to me. I won't ask another thing of you ever. My inquisitive mind will not rest until I know a lot more than this, but let me tell you what I do know instead of what I do not know. The human mind is a fascinating thing, when not seen as a mere receiver of signals from the sixth dimension. For some time now since you declared that indeed, “YOU RULE”, and did so on the twelfth (12th) anniversary of the date that I wrote the song, “SARAH”, that I will be posting up on Monday, just to get my revenge on Paul and Billy for being so mean and terrible to me after all I freaking did for them, but after this proclamation that you made from the tall top of the great Manhattan building of the Exploratronic Supermind, or its initials, I have watched an incredible 36 month period go on around me like nothing before in my life. In that time, you slowly made me remember things that I would have been better off forgetting. Still, I do not question the great Sarah Krassle, my beautiful endless Goddess and love. I would be a liar however to tell you that it was the cruelest thing that was ever done to me, as I cannot see any possible purpose for getting me to remember just so that you could do all of this to me. Until Thursday and maybe the end of the world, IWALU, in all dimensions. Trails did a lot of damage to a lot of peeps, don't feel too bad. Let me add another thing that has happened during this period. I began to think that a powerful man and a powerful television show was all existing just to show me my life and what I had forgotten. However, I moved to Florida and they did not follow me here. You moved to another state, and they did follow you. It appears that it was 'YOU ALL ALONG' that the great dog-wolf was writing around, and there is no getting around the condo and Streisand, the entire world must be able to put that one together. This truly was a revelation that has come to me since my powerful dream just last night.

And now peeps, this lengthy three-part blog will wrap up, and I am sorry folks for going on so much, but certain things must happen in the grand scheme of things, and occasional long blogs from me is one of those necessities. I will now say nighty-night.

END TRANSMISSION. I await the dream, SSJK, please!