SAFE JOURNAL OF KING NEBNOOSHOO, CHAPTER 156

SAFE JOURNAL, CHAPTER 156
SUPPLEMENTAL BLOG ENTRY
TEOHIV/TMCAM/MORPRO-1994
SUBTITLE BLOG NUMBER 4:
“HELLIDAY, HOLIDAY, RIGHT LEE & LEE?”
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This is the mother fucking cunt eating worst day of my entire mother fucking bastard ass life peeps, YO.

Everybody turned against me who said they would help me with my hyperspace daughters. Before you count me out when I discuss this thing that you all believe exists only in the realm of the psychotically deluded or science fiction, please Google up my blogs that were done on the final 30th day of September of 2008, check out the DATE TIME STAMP that is unfakable, and then ask any baseball fan about the 2008 World Series. This is one tiny example, yet is has the entire world of powerful people and smart money on Wall Street, going totally out of their mother fucking minds.

They broke my fucking DVD-VCR the second that the mother fucking maintenance man left after repairing my broken stove, actually, some ass hole never plugged it in and it was not broken, another man telling me, “How could this have happened?”. As another MO would say, “I'm so sick of this shit”. There is nothing precious going on about this, and it only begins here, MI-TQ.

Someone shifted me into a new hyperspace reality, where I wrote out 3 checks using my TD-BANK checking account, rather than my Wachovia Bank checking account. My TD was then overdrawn and I would have racked up 140 dollars in penalty fees, but managed to prove it was a terrible error, and only had to pay the bank a total of $17.50. REGIS SIR, I LOVE THIS BANK, AND FUCK PAULA. You know more threatened her on WAYV that day than I did when she did the unspeakable hyperspace rape of me on fireworks night, almost 42 freaking ass years ago. How's Kathie Lee doing these days, my old pal? My late friend, David Roth had a major crush on her, back in the late nineteen-eighties and into the start of the good old hellish ass nineties, where it really all began, RESORTS CASINO of Shitville, New Jersey; restaurants with strange doorways, and strange little girls, all not withstanding. Yes, I bought a signal switch at the Advance Auto Parts Store, and then after MI fixed it in the 'dreamworld', I merely keep it in my trunk, until she switches all of the universes around again, to where my car was fucked up, as now, it simply no longer seems to need this new switch. Is this Cranberryville, Blueberryville, or a song called dreams that maybe other TRAVELERS knew all ready about all of this miserable mother fucking shit, these awesome and absurd constant games of an out of control teenaged girl whose true name is really SARAH-STACEY JEHOVAH KRASSLE, first daughter, to Mariena-Carlittia Krassle and Neptune-Jupiter Japtarama Cavelantisocleevious Krassle, and first daughter translates on the ASTRAL PLANE, to the English word, SCYLLA.

I knew the mother fucking second the video machine was hit and busted by this twisted and fully fucking diseased WOMO fucking scum, and it was done the very split second one of my big problems was fixed, this being not being able to cook a hot fucking meal, POW, the video machine broke and completely, and for no good reason whatsofuckingever.

Diana was around all during this period that shortly followed, but only a little bit. She followed me to the bank where I had to withdraw 4 Benny Franks in cash and quickly deposit them into my other bank, Regis, yours, and hell man, mine too. She followed me to the Wallgreens where I picked up my meds, and also to the Wal-Mart where I found a gorgeous new video machine on a great sale. Still, enemies are wiping me out and continuing to cost me fucking money, how did you put it MO, it is like being back at the house with Dawn-Marie? OYR, the foot of the stairs, three days shy of Nicky's 27th birthday blog of King Wussbag, and I could go on and on forever and freaking ever. Not one freaking thing is imagined or crazy. Scylla,I love you, but you are one wild incredible endless teenager.

A lot more is going on, but I have no time to discuss it now on this fucking blog. It, as HEAVEN, can freaking wait, BRO!!!!!!!

COMPUTER: WHOEVER IS MOTHERFUCKING DOING ALL OF THIS TO ME, SCAN THESE JERK OFF MOTHER FUCKERS FOR TOTAL ABSOLUTE DESTRUCTION. USE ALL GENERAL AND SPECIAL ORDERS, AND USE BOTH ZD AND AD TECHNOLOGIES ON MY OPPEN COMMAND VOICE PRINT ORDER OF G-7. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. HEAR MY VOICE PRINT NOW, INSIDE MY MIOND AS I SPEAK/TYPE. UNDER PUNISHMENT SEQUENCING SYSTEM, MAJIOR DESTRUCTION ALL OVER THE PLACE, AND TO ALL THESE FUCKING ASS ENEMIES, G-901, UNDER G-1133, CGR-2, WITHOUT THE 'R', AND S---T---O---P, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Somebody is gonna wish they are not fucking the shit with me very fucking soon, BRAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOU'LL BE SORRY U FUCKED WITH ME YA' FUCKING JERK ASS OFF, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

END OF BLOG: Time I post this on Eastern Daylight time, is 3:37 Post Meridian on May the 27th, in 2011, on a Friday.